Date: Fri, 5 May 2017 01:09:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101 <a4f101@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Proposition (Part One) - Private Showing

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*****

"So, who's down?" I said.

TJ and Brian looked at each other a little uneasily.

"Nah, man," TJ said. "I mean, twenty bucks and some bud was cool, just to
jack off... but I dunno..."

"No disrespect to him or anything," Brian chimed in, "but it's one thing
for us to goof around and shit... a whole `nother thing to get into
something for some bored rich fag's amusement, y'know?"

Tyson shrugged, all big and naked next to me. He liked being naked, and we
were all pretty cool with each other. And he had just busted a pretty epic
nut while Greg sat in the armchair and watched us. All of us had. It was a
boring, rainy day down here in paradise, nothing to do, no place to be, so
when some rich gay dude offers you some walking-around money to do
something you were already gonna do for free, well...

"Fuck it," he said. "I'm in. You only live once, right? And don't call him
a `fag', Bri - that shit's just unnecessary."

Brian rolled his eyes, and I looked over at my big brother with a grin. He
was pretty much your textbook big, goofy jock. Not the sharpest tool in the
box. But he was a good dude, game for pretty much anything, and there
wasn't a mean bone in his body. At least, off the field.

We'd all been surprised a lot on this trip. Surprised by the heavy,
continual tropical rains, which had killed most of our tourist plans.
Surprised by the quietness of the little local town, which we'd thought
would be a hopping little beachside fun zone full of sexy Latina women.
Surprised to be just about the only people in our hotel, except for Greg,
the bored, rich gay dude in question. And especially surprised to find
ourselves having a lazy, half-stoned group jack here in our hotel room,
while the rain drummed on the roof, the AC struggled to keep up with the
humidity, and rich Greg sat there and watched us quietly, encouragingly, a
hundred in twenties and a half-ounce of the very nice local herb laid out
on the coffee table in front of us.

"I'm here all week, and this rain has fucked all my plans too," he'd said
to me as he headed out the door, back to his room, a pretty damn big tent
in his shorts. "If you fellas want to make a little extra cash, well... you
know where to find me."

He'd winked at me, squeezed my bare shoulder, and headed back to his
room. Good-looking dude, in his late 30s maybe, fit in the way most gay
dudes seem to be. Maybe an ex-jock, judging by his frame, the way he looked
in his swimsuit by the hotel pool our first night here, before the
torrential rains set in. Could sure do a bong rip and pound liquor like us
college bros. That's what had led to this afternoon, and the impromptu
jack-for-dollars we'd wound up doing. And then, his offer of more, to
do... what, exactly?

I didn't know for sure. But I was real curious, and my Integra needed a new
clutch when we got back to Denver. I looked over at Tyson, and he looked
back at me. We both shrugged.

"Fuck it," I said, echoing Ty. "Let's go see what he's got in mind. What's
the worst that could happen - he blows us, and pays us?"

TJ and Brian didn't look too convinced by that, and hell, even I knew it
was bullshit. There was plenty worse that could happen.

Well, maybe they thought it would be worse. I didn't know what Ty might
think. But I'd considered the worst-case scenarios, and a lot of them
sounded pretty damn good to me. None of these guys knew that, of course.
But I had a hunch Greg did, and that's why he'd singled me out to make the
offer. Not just because I was a Business major. Maybe it was a case of like
recognizing like.

"Well, put your fuckin' shorts back on, bro, and let's go see what's up," I
said, hitting the vaporizer I'd brought with me while Ty hit his. Then he
grinned, slid his board shorts up those thick, powerful thighs of his, and
slapped my back. "The Whitman boys are off to get rich."

"The Whitman boys are off to get raped," I heard Brian snicker, and me and
Ty both flipped them the bird without so much as a glance back as we headed
out the door, and down to Greg's room.

"Good to see you guys," Greg said, closing the door behind us. His room was
nicer than ours, for sure. Two rooms, really, and where ours had four beds
crammed into it, his just had a king bed and like a lounge area. It didn't
smell like four sweaty college dudes and their unwashed laundry, either.
"Just the two of you, huh?"

"Yeah, to be honest, we're all starting to get on each others' nerves a
little, being cooped up together," I said.

"Well, their loss," Greg said with a wink, stepping over to the bar to
freshen his drink and mix us a couple.

A couple drinks later, another hundred bucks was on the table, and me and
Ty were standing up, naked, slowly jacking our cocks for Greg. Maybe
putting a little more flexing into it, making more of a show of it. With
four of us doing it, there was maybe less pressure to perform as much. But
put two of us together, and things got a little more competitive, too. Me
and Ty had always been that way, friendly but competitive. And I dunno why,
but I felt like we really should earn the $50 apiece we were getting.

Greg got up off the couch and stepped up to us, drink in hand, a fat joint
in the other. He offered it to Ty first, who hit it with a big grin, and
then me. The whole time I drew on it, I kept slow-jacking my cock - and I'm
proud to say even though Ty's bigger than me everywhere else, I got the
bigger dick - and Greg's eyes stayed on mine as I hit the blunt. When I
exhaled he opened his mouth to catch some of it, and that sent a throb
through my cock. Doubly so when he set his drink down on the glass-topped
table and carefully touched my jacking arm, running it up and down the
flexing muscles.

I found myself tensing up a little, then relaxing. There was a reason he'd
doubled the incentive on this round, after all. Greg was careful not to
startle us, like we were prize stallions or something - damn but this weed
was good - and I got pretty comfortable with his fingers exploring the
muscles of my arms, back, shoulders. Muscles I'd worked hard to build.
Muscles that I enjoyed having admired properly, for maybe the first time. I
flinched a little when his fingers trailed down my spine to the top of the
curve of my ass, but then I flexed my glutes up, and got a growl of
approval out of Greg that made me smile over at Ty. To my surprise, he was
watching it all very intently, that faraway pot glaze on his eyes as his
big hand slow-jacked his cock.

When Greg stepped over to him, I could see Ty tense up with nerves, his
hand faltering for a moment on his cock, but like the trooper he was, he
manned up and let things happen. Squared his big shoulders, flexed his
thick pecs up, and smiled at Greg as he continued to stroke himself,
pumping up his big muscles for Greg's appreciation.

"Nice, bud," Greg said. "Both of you. You're very hot guys."

"Thank you, sir," Ty said, and then for good measure, flexed up his left
bicep for Greg's up-close appreciation. I chuckled a little at that - Ty
hardly needed an excuse to flex up his big linebacker's arms, but he was
really getting into the groove here.

Truth be told, I was enjoying watching my big brother get admired as much
as Greg was enjoying copping a feel of him.

Greg stepped over to the bar and poured another round of drinks. Picked up
his wallet, handed us our drinks - a little stiffer than before, I noticed,
but I was really getting into this gin and tonic thing - and then extracted
a few more notes and tossed them on the table with the twenties already
there. Two twenties and a ten. Ty and I cut eyes at each other, but kept
stroking our cocks. Greg stepped up behind us, draped his tanned forearms
over our shoulders, and subtly drew us in a little closer.

"Just us guys here," he said easily. "It'd be awesome if the two of you got
a little... closer."

Me and Ty looked at each other again. We hadn't said anything about being
brothers. But then again, we were pretty comfortable with each other. That
group jack we'd done for Greg earlier, well - it hadn't been the first time
we'd had a stroke session. Hell, last summer, when we were both back home
and blazed as hell, Ty had put a porn on one lazy, rainy afternoon, slung
his big arm over my shoulder, and we'd stroked out a pretty intense load
together. Him watching the action on screen, me trying not to watch him.

I watched his face for cues, and when he smiled slowly, I felt my heart
thump a little harder.

"Throw another twenty in, and you got a deal, sir," he said, and then slung
his thick arm round Greg's neck for good measure and gave his cock a nice
slow, show-offy stroke.

"I do like entrepreneurial young men," Greg said with a chuckle, and tossed
a folded twenty-dollar bill onto the growing pile on the table. At that, Ty
reached out and squeezed my stroking arm, running his big hand up and down
the muscles, sending an electric charge all down through my arm and into my
cock. I let him pull me a little closer, let him take my free hand, let him
place it on the big muscle of his pec. He resumed stroking as I started to
explore the thickness of his pecs, tentative at first, then with growing
confidence as I started to realize a dream I'd had since I was a kid. I let
my fingers graze experimentally over the nub of his nipple, feeling it firm
up under my glancing touch, hearing the low noise my bro made as I did.

"Nice, Sammy," he murmured, and Greg grunted quietly beside us.

We took our time with it, getting a little more confident with our touches,
eyes lingering on each other's bodies then drifting up to meet, grinning. I
let Ty lead the way, let him show what he was comfortable with. The more
gin I swallowed, the more I hit the joints Greg seemed to have an almost
constant supply of, the looser, more open I got. I could see it having the
same effect on Ty, especially when he trailed his knuckles down the center
of my stomach, into the upper reaches of my bush, and grazed them slowly
there. I'd never been so fuckin' hard in my life. I had to pace myself to
stop from cumming too quickly.

Greg offered us another hit on the joint, which we took in turns, Ty's eyes
almost hypnotic on mine. Then Greg ran his hands down our spines, cupped
the big muscles of our asses, and pushed us a little closer. Ty's cock came
into contact with mine, and we both grunted with surprise, but it was me
who flinched a little. Ty just grinned a little wider, and kept stroking,
and after a second, so did I. It was just an instant of flesh-to-flesh
contact, but it felt like another crack in the ice. Like a frozen lake, and
if we stepped out any further onto that ice, it might break and we'd fall
through into... something deep. Shit, this really was good weed.

"You guys look so good together," Greg said, his low, deep voice worming
its way into my ear, my brain. "Comfortable with each other."

We both looked at him, knowing he was ready to raise the stakes again.
Knowing that we were maybe ready for that too.

"Either of you ever kiss another guy before?"

"Maybe," I said, a little coyly, but then Ty looked at me with that smile
of his and said, "Yeah." I was stunned. My big pussy-chasing jock brother?
No way...

"If I was to offer you both a little incentive..." Greg said, and we could
both hear the sound of more crisp bills between his fingers as he held them
up between us. Looked like a hundred bucks. The fuck was he coming up with
all of this cash from?

Ty slid his thick arm around my neck, making my heart beat doubletime
again, and turned us to face Greg.

"What if we told you that we're brothers?" he said, and I felt my guts
clench up.

"No way," Greg said, a little skeptically, but then he looked back and
forth between us, and I guess he saw the truth in it. His eyes got wide,
and so did his smile.

"Would that incentivize you a little more?" Ty said, still jacking his
unflagging hardon, turning his charming smile on Greg with full force, then
looking back to me. "I mean... only if Sammy's down, of course. What do you
say, little bro?"

I looked from Greg to my brother. Swallowed hard. Felt my cock throb in my
fist.

"I say if you double down, Greg, we might be onto something here," I
finally said, my voice a little rusty. But I matched Ty's grin with one of
my own, and Greg was already reaching into the pocket of his shorts. Ty's
big arm tightened some more around my neck, and then he nearly made me cum
again when he leaned in and nuzzled his lips and nose against the side of
my head, just behind my ear.

"Be cool, little bro," he whispered against my ear, and I couldn't help but
shiver a little at the intensity of the moment and the depth of his voice.
The slightly musky, manly smell of him, my big brother.

The thing was, coming into this whole deal, I felt like I was the one in
the driver's seat. Kind of hot for the kinky idea of it all, and yeah,
there was the cash - but it was the thrill of it, too. Doing something fun
and sexy with my buds and my bro. Seeing where the road took us. I'd never
thought it might get to this point, me and my hunky big brother in a Costa
Rican hotel suite with a good-looking, rich gay dude offering us big bucks
to kiss each other. I'd always figured my weird fantasies about Ty would
stay all locked up in a box deep in my subconscious. That the shit I'd
jacked my raging hard fourteen-year-old cock to - hell, that I still jacked
my cock picturing, sometimes - would always stay a fantasy. Now, Greg had
stepped things up several notches, and it looked like Ty was game to go
there, and all of a sudden, I wasn't in the driver's seat anymore. I was
definitely in the back seat right now.

"Damn, guys," Greg said, as five crisp twenties dropped onto the table and
he sank into the couch, drink in hand, looking up at us with a mix of lust
and awe. "No pressure. This all stays between us, of course. But I'd be
honored..."

Ty grinned at him, then looked at me. I opened my mouth, getting ready to
say something, maybe get us to cool our jets for a second so we could look
at this with clear heads, but already, my big brother's lips were parting
as he leaned into me, and to my surprise, my lips were parting to meet his.

We both let out a low murmur when we connected, lips moist and spiky with
the taste of gin and weed, a murmur matched by Greg, watching us avidly
from the couch. At first, it was almost a chaste kiss, but then how could
it be, really? Ty's lips were warm on mine, moving slowly, and then I felt
the first moist graze of his tongue against my lips. Mine slipped out to
glance against his, and the big guy grunted low in his chest, put his hands
on my hips and tugged me a little closer. His cock was as hard as a
crowbar, just like mine, and as he pressed his thick tongue slowly inside
my mouth as I opened wide to accept it, our dicks throbbed together. I
slipped my hands down to cup his thickset ass automatically, and Ty's deep
murmur of approval sent a buzz and a chill all through me as we clinched
tighter together into our incestuous brothers' kiss.

I love to kiss. Really love it. For me, it's not sex if there's no kissing,
and tangling with another eager, experienced kisser never fails to get me
throbbing and leaking. Ty was an even better kisser than I expected, maybe
one of the best I'd ever experienced, and not just because he was my own
brother. Sure, that was a part of it, but the way he teased my tongue with
his, danced with it, engaged it and drew it even deeper into the slow,
spit-wet swirl of tongues had me harder than I'd ever been before. As hard
as he was.

Ty flexed the big, hard muscles of his footballer's ass under my hands,
encouraging me to squeeze and explore, as his big paws slid down to cup
mine in return, squeezing me even tighter into his big, hunky body. I let
him make love to my mouth with his agile tongue for awhile, and then
started to really feed him mine, that old friendly competitive spirit
stirring inside of me. He made another approving sound as I kissed him
back, deep and well. Giving my big brother my best, as he took my tongue
and sucked hungrily on it, the two of us letting out a low, constant stream
of grunts, backed up with the soundtrack of smacking lips and tongues.

"Fuck yeah, little bro," he grinned, cuffing the back of my head
affectionately when we came up for air, reaching for his drink. I looked at
Greg, who was squeezing the bulge in his shorts and staring hungrily up at
us. All this play, this man-to-man intensity, and we still hadn't seen him
even partly undressed. In some way, that made all this even hotter.

"Worth it so far, man?" I said to him, and he grinned and nodded slowly.

"Very much so," he said. "You two are beautiful. But I have some bad news -
I'm down to my last cash on hand. I've got a C-note, though. Any ideas on
what that might buy me, guys?"

I took Ty's drink from him and drained it as he trailed his thick fingers
up and down my spine. He surprised me again, leaning in to press his lips
to my shoulder, slow and warm and intimate. Then ran his other hand down my
front, deep into my bush, and along the throbbing length of my hard young
cock. I tried not to shiver too hard at that, but couldn't help but stare
at him in lusty surprise.

"What do you say, little brother?" he said with a grin. "Want to give the
man a nice finale?"

He wrapped his big hand fully around my cock and gave it a slow stroke that
really did give me a shiver. Fuck it. I was game. I set his drained glass
down on the table, took the joint Greg offered up, and drew deep on it.
Turned to my brother and shotgunned the smoke into his mouth, then chased
it with my tongue as I wrapped my hand around the throbbing thickness of
his cock, matching his slow stroke on mine, feeling him pulsing in my
sweaty palm. He grunted and sucked harder on my tongue as we felt each
other's dicks up and down, his hand cupping and squeezing my ass in back.

Greg leaned forward, tossed his last bill onto the little pile on the
table, then sat back and sank his hand inside his shorts, one arm
outstretched on the back of the couch, a big, expectant smile on his
handsome face as he watched us feed on each other, brother to brother,
slowly handling each other's big young cocks. Yeah, this was fucking hot -
not just doing this with my own studly brother, but doing it for a very
appreciative private audience. But shit, the way I was feeling now, I'd
have been twice as happy to do it in private, just me and Ty, for free. The
way he was enthusiastically making love to my mouth with his own, really
lovingly handling my cock, I had an idea Ty might feel the same. The idea
of that really got me leaking into Ty's big, experienced hand, and he
grunted and rubbed my own juices into the flesh of my cock as I repaid the
favor.

"Fuck yeah, little bro," he growled at me when we parted tongues. "We gonna
make each other cum, buddy? Cum for our friend here?"

"Shit, big bro," I growled back, getting into the play, amping it up for
Greg's benefit... but my own, too. "Love to make you cum, stud. Been
thinking about it a long time now. Foolin' around with my own brother."

"Yeah, kid?" Ty grinned, and there was definitely something in his eyes as
he jacked me faster. "Thinking about some real deep bro-time, huh stud?"

"Since I was a fucking kid, man," I said, and pulled his head in to
hungrily kiss him, getting a real enthusiastic response.

"Holy fuck, you guys are hot..." Greg moaned, and I looked down to see he
had his shorts open, his cock out. It was a nice cock, thick and curved and
cut. He was a good-looking dude. The kind of guy I might check out on
Scruff, back home, and contemplate messaging. I'd always held back, though.
Maybe that wouldn't be the case when I got home, now...

Ty's arm slipped up to my waist, shifting us forward, closer to Greg.

"Let's give the man what he wants, little brother," he said, then kissed
me, quick and deep and wet. "Let's shoot for him. Together. Get each other
off."

"Sounds like a fuckin' plan, big brother," I grunted, and we fell right
back into a hungry wet kiss, fists flying on each other's aching cocks. It
was the craziest, hottest, most intimate thing I'd ever experienced, even
more than my first time getting naked with another dude one-on-one. I was
hooked. And the idea of how close we were to so much more, me and my studly
jock big bro, had my nuts churning.

"I'm about to cum, bro," I moaned. "You're gonna make your little brother
shoot, dude."

"Fuck yeah," he grunted, eyes alight, grinning. "Makin' my own little bro
cum. Shoot that load, baby brother. Let your big bro bring you off, stud."

"Oh fuck!" I growled, trying to keep pace on his big, throbbing cock while
he pulled the load up out of my balls, up my shaft, so ready to burst free.

"Yeah, cum for me Sammy," he half-crooned. "Cum for me, little brother, and
I'll cum for you too."

He swirled his thumb around the soaked tip of my cock, and that and his
words pushed me over the brink. I felt my muscles clutch up as I grunted,
looked in his eyes, and started to jet cum through his stroking fist,
splatting onto his thick abs, into the dark fur of his bush as he grinned,
nodded, and squeezed my hard-flexed ass.

"Fuck yeah, little brother," he whispered, and I had to kiss him, even as
my body heaved through my orgasm. I'd let go of his big, hard dick as I
came, but once I was through shivering and shaking, I scooped up some of my
shot load from his skin, looked over at Greg, and smeared the pearly
thickness of my still-warm seed along Ty's throbbing length.

"Fuck..." Greg whispered, jacking his own big, tasty-looking cock faster,
but then Ty's fingers were on my chin, tilting it up to kiss me, deep and
hungry and wet, moaning into my mouth as I cupped his big ass with one hand
and his big dick with the other, and stroked him across the finish line. He
grunted into my mouth, suckling on my tongue as I felt the warm jets
hitting my stomach and forearm. A big load for a big dude, a big brother
load for me.

We both shuddered and panted, foreheads resting against each other, as we
grinned at one another. Then Ty surprised me yet again, lifting my forearm
up, tipping me a private wink as he bent in and ran his tongue through the
sprays of his cum on my skin there. He growled a little in his throat, then
pulled my head to his to feed it to me, and I was instantly starting to
harden again. From the couch, we heard a series of low moans. Turned to
look at Greg, flushed and sweating, staring at us with lusty amazement.

"Love ya, little brother," Ty said, tilting my chin up to kiss me again,
slower and sweeter but no less tongue-deep this time, and that did it for
Greg.

"Fuck!" he grunted, and we looked over just in time to see him raining his
own cum all over the front of his polo shirt, the fabric sweat-clung to the
hard, gym-built muscles beneath.

Greg fixed us another round of stiff gin and tonics once we'd pulled our
shorts back on and cleaned ourselves up a little. The rain was still
drumming on the roof overhead, and for the first time, I thought of TJ and
Brian, back in the room, wondering what we were up to. Wondering what we'd
tell them when we got back. Kind of wishing we could just stick around here
in Greg's suite, and see where the day took us...

"Worth every fucking penny, guys," Greg grinned, as we toasted each
other. "Thanks - I mean that. Fucking amazing. Jesus."

"Just a shame we emptied you out, bud," Ty said with a wink, and Greg
laughed. I looked at my big bro, and he just winked back at me. Fuck...
just how far was he prepared to push things?

"Tell you what, boys," Greg said, picking up the pile of cash from the
table, folding it in half, and pressing it into my palm. "I'll go down to
the office and cash a couple traveler's checks tomorrow. Y'know... just in
case this rain keeps up, and you get the urge to come hang again."

We found TJ and Brian down at the hotel bar, watching the rain drum down on
the deserted pool as they sipped their beers. Told them we'd made another
$50 apiece for pretty much the same thing we'd all done together. They
seemed to buy it, but I could feel Ty's eyes on me the whole rest of the
afternoon, a smile on his face that I couldn't help returning.

"You asleep, Sammy?" I heard him whisper later that night. Brian and TJ
were snoring in the other room. I'd been laying there for an hour,
thinking, my hand idly rubbing my cock.

"Nah bro," I said, seeing him roll over on his side in the semidark to look
at me.

"Some crazy shit today... you OK, dude?" he said.

"Yeah... I am, bro," I said after a minute. I could just about see his
smile in the low light coming through the windows.

"Would you... go back?" he said after a long pause. A little uncertainty in
his voice. I rolled onto my side and looked over at him.

"With you, bro?" I said, seeing him nod. "Yeah... if it was you, I would."

"No matter what?" he said quietly.

"No matter what," I nodded. I saw him push back the covers, then his big
form stand up from the bed. Felt my heart race a little as he crossed the
small space between our beds and squatted down. Could smell his scent, feel
the warmth of his breath on my skin.

"I would too, little bro," he murmured, and then leaned in and pressed his
lips to mine. Slow, soft, quietly smacking. I opened up and let his big
tongue ease into my mouth, then met it with mine. We kissed like that, slow
and deep and soft and wet, for a good few minutes.

"Look at us, doin' it for free," he murmured afterwards, with a throaty
little chuckle as he mussed my hair.

"Just practice, right bro?" I grinned, reaching up to squeeze the thick
muscles of his upper arm. He flexed them up a little for me, and I felt my
already hard cock twitch.

"Makes perfect, right bro?" he grinned in the dark, then gave my lips a
buzz with his.

"Guess maybe we'll find out tomorrow," I said.

"Who knows... maybe we will, little bro," he murmured, then slipped me his
tongue for a deeper kiss once more, before padding back over to his bed. I
could see how hard he was, tenting his boxer briefs bigtime as he slipped
back under the sheets. He was snoring lightly within minutes.

I thought about that, how hard he was, how good everything had felt. How
easy it had all flowed between us. I wondered what our new benefactor was
doing right now. Wondered what he might want me and my big brother to do,
if we decided to go back and hang out with him again. The whole time, I
stroked my cock slowly, quietly, as my mind filled with images and ideas,
things me and Ty could do for Greg, and for each other. When I came across
my stomach, it was with a big smile on my face. Eager to see just how far
we could go. How much we could make. How close we could get.

-- To be continued... --