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"Well, men," Levi said, as he sprawled on one of the patio's chaise lounges. He accepted a cold drink from Dave, smiling his thanks. "What do you think of how our newest man is fitting in?" "His performances have been stellar," Dave said, looking over his shoulder at Levi, then turning to Pete, who was sprawled on a chaise identical to their partner's. "He can't take instruction," Pete said, accepting a beer from Dave. He patted the cushion at his side, urging Dave to sit close-by, so they could snuggle. "The results were awesome, though," Dave added, flicking an irritated glance in Pete's direction, as his voice rose in irritation. "The members have given each of his two videos five stars! That's unheard of! And . . . the email! We're being flooded with requests for more vids, for interviews, personal appearances. Whether he follows instructions or not, he's a hit! He's added some . . . spice to the normal routine. We've gotten into a rut, guys. The videos are beginning to follow a set pattern. The only changes are the faces, and the room in which the vid is filmed. Soren's creating the unexpected. I'm glad we pushed to get the two vids ready to put on the site. The reaction has been insane!" "Easy, Dave," Levi laughed. "I agree with you. His performances are like a breath of fresh air. He's expensive, but, I think the gamble we took in bringing him onboard is going to be well worth it." He heaved a sigh. "I'm feeling a little overwhelmed, is all. I wasn't sure it was the thing to do, to team him up with Cody, but geez, all of us, including Cody, were blown away by the magnetism of the man. Hell, you could almost smell the testosterone in the air as they went at it. "If Soren has an inhibited bone in his body, I certainly didn't see any evidence of it. I was afraid the scene back in the hotel, where he masturbated for us, might have been something he wouldn't be able to duplicate. I was wrong. He is so self-effacing, I never would have expected him to behave with another man, as he did. I was blown away. "I damn near shot in my pants, watching him push into Cody's tight hole," Dave added. "And, when he hit bottom, and Cody moaned in pleasure!" Dave shook his head in amazement. "The vid could have ended right then, and I would have been a happy man," he added, as he snuggled closer to Pete. The three men lapsed into silence, broken only by the muffled sound of waves and the ever-present call of gulls. Closer by, the setting sun cast long shadows across the expansive lawn, which filled the air with its new-mown scent. Levi, Dave, and Pete had been together for five years; first as employer and employees; then, as business associates; and, finally, as lovers. Dave and Pete were two of the first men to perform on Levi's fledgling website, and over the years, the three had formed a loose relationship, combining love, and business. Finally, Levi spoke, continuing the earlier conversation. "Soren takes charge, no matter what he's exposed to. He seems to be so strong; yet, I get the feeling that, not too far beneath the surface, is a little boy searching for someone to love." "He'll never allow himself to become serious with anyone here," Pete observed. "This is a fun job for him. He sees the guys as coworkers, not partner material." Levi frowned. "Not that I disagree with you, but how did you come to that conclusion?" Pete shrugged. "Just small stuff he's said. He's taking this entire thing very seriously. He's having fun. At the same time, he's serious about what he's doing . . . how we view him, and what our members will think of what he does. He wants to please so badly, I wonder how he'll behave when something doesn't work out." "Which it is sure to," Levi added, swirling the remaining ice in the bottom of his drink glass. "He needs to loosen up some around the guys. I'd be willing to bet he never leaves the hotel each evening." Pete shrugged, as Levi continued. "Unless he finds someone soon, he's setting himself up to be very lonely. He's the type who needs someone to talk to, someone in which to confide. Just look at how he brought his father in to meet with us!" "He's behaving very much as you did, when you were his age, Pete," Levi mused. Pete shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. Maybe that's why I know what he's feeling. I also know how lonely, cutting yourself off from your . . . coworkers . . . can be. He's not a big socializer. He's the type who wants to sit at home, hold hands, and make out." "A romantic," Dave added. "Just like me," he grinned. "You wanna stay home and get fucked!" Levi laughed. "There's a difference." "Yeah, well. What can I say? You guys are so much fun." "True," Pete murmured, nuzzling Dave's neck. "What caused you to finally give in and stop locking yourself away in a hotel room each night?" Levi asked. Pete shrugged. "Getting to know Dave better, I guess. "I kind'a grow on a guy, don't I?" Dave chuckled, nudging the man who was holding him close. "Yeah, like a fungus." "Always the smart ass," Dave grumbled, good-naturedly. "Seriously, though," he continued, "Cody's going to cause trouble. I know, I know. I always seem to be on that boy's case, but, after being with . . . Soren, and having such an awesome experience, he's going to go one of two ways. He's going to either cause an unpleasant scene of some sort, or he's going to fall for Jak." "Soren," Levi corrected. Dave dismissed the correction with an impatient gesture. "Yeah, I know . . . Soren. Mark my words, Cody's gonna be trouble." "And, if what we think is correct, Soren will never allow himself to fall for Cody, or anyone else with whom he works." Levi chewed on his lip. Like Dave, Soren was a favorite. 'I don't want to see him hurt. Besides,' Levi grinned to himself, 'I promised his father he'd be well-taken care of.' "I wish we could do something to help him," Dave murmured. * * * The sun reflected off the snow, brightly lighting the kitchen. The blue sky was a welcome change, after the past couple days of low-hanging clouds and blowing snow. 'If one saw only the sky, one could almost convince ones-self that it wasn't frigidly cold outside.' Steve Rollins turned from the window, poured himself a cup of coffee and carried it to the table, and the waiting morning newspaper. 'A snow day!' he almost shouted, when the morning road condition report ordered people to stay off the icy roads, and his boss called to tell him the office would be closed for at least two days. 'I feel like a child being let out of school early because of a snow storm.' He looked around the kitchen, and felt a twinge of guilt. 'As much as I hate to say it, I'm glad Rachel and Aubrey are stuck at Rachel's mother's. If what they're seeking is a sympathetic ear, they certainly won't find it with her. Besides, the snow's worse there than here, so it looks like Rex and I might have more than a couple days to ourselves. "If my dear wife would stop sympathizing with Aubrey's tantrums, this entire thing would most likely have blown over by now. Rachel thinks she's helping Aubrey by giving her a shoulder to cry on. In reality, she's making Aubrey think she's right to behave as she is. 'What's worse than the young lady's behavior, is that the family is becoming polarized . . . Jak, Rex, and me on one side, and the two women on the other, with me financially supporting both factions.' Steve shook his head. 'That's a problem for another day . . . Today, the women aren't here, and I am a free man . . . just like back in college.' He grinned in pleasure. 'I love it!' Steve sat back and stared, unseeing, at the view beyond the window. 'Admit it, ol' boy,' he thought, to himself. 'Since Jak accepted that job, and since the time you spent with Rex, your life has changed. You're not in college, yet all of the same feelings you had then have come rushing back . . . with a vengeance!' He blinked, suddenly feeling warm . . . 'I feel genuinely cared for, not as a provider, but as a man. I've not felt like this in years.' He looked up as Rex, his youngest son, sauntered into the kitchen, clad in a pair of brief bright-red underwear and droopy white socks. "Hey, Dad," he smiled, as he pulled out a chair from the kitchen table. He turned it around, and straddled the seat, resting his arms along the chair's back. Rex was only fourteen, and wore his body like an oversized suit of clothes, not quite accustomed to the changes either in his body, or his voice, which had only just settled into a soft tenor. 'I can already see the gears working in Rex's head,' Steve thought. 'He wants to follow in his brother's footsteps, as the second porn star in the Rollins family.' He blinked, and his smile faded. 'Of the two, Rex, even at his age, is more suited to be a porn star than his brother. Rex can perform . . . certainly . . . and he isn't as much of a loner, as his brother. 'One other thing he's got going for him is he's drop-dead-cute,' Steve thought. 'He wants to act grown up so badly, yet no matter what he does, I still see him as a child. When he's standing next to his friends, Rex looks at least a couple years older. Looks . . . ,' Steve thought for a moment. 'He isn't an adult, though, and that's what's causing some of my mixed feelings. Yesterday proved that he's certainly not a child. Still, he's my young son. I should have known better, but . . .' "Y'have a couple minutes?" Rex asked, his dark blue eyes a mirror to his brother's. "I wanna thank you for letting me join you yesterday," he said, speaking softly, as if his mother might somehow overhear, even though she was half a state away. "I know I kind'a forced myself on you, and I want to let you know how much I appreciate that you didn't toss me out." His eyes sparkled, as he grinned, and exhaled. "So much for the rehearsed speech." Steve grinned at his son's blush and ingenuous expression. "You delivered it very well," he added. "The result of a lot of practice?" Rex bowed his head. "Yeah, sort'a," he answered, sheepishly. "Thanks, though. I mean it." Steve nodded, reaching out and squeezing the young man's shoulder. 'He's so . . . warm,' the older man couldn't help but think. The smell of soap still clung to the boy's shower-warmed skin, a scent made more heady by his raw sexuality. 'What am I thinking?' Steve asked himself. 'If I'm seeking male companionship, I should be looking for someone my own age!' He cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away from his son's chest, and the wonderful spread of hair. 'The hair, if nothing else, tells me Rex is no longer a boy. He is a young man.' Steve grinned, crookedly. "I hav'ta admit, I was a little . . . shocked . . . when you first came into the room . . . It was something like being caught masturbating by one's parents, or something." Rex grinned, softly snorting his understanding. "Watching you strip, though, took my mind off being caught, pretty quickly. Then, all I could do was be impressed by my little boy, all naked and hard . . . with hair on his chest," Steve concluded, slightly aggrieved. "I'm glad I didn't toss you out, either," he concluded, his voice mellowing. "I enjoyed you being there with me." "We had fun, huh?" Rex asked, smiling brightly, nodding agreement to his own question. "I gotta tell you something, though, if you don't mind," he said, looking away, then back. Steve sat in silence, wondering what his always outspoken son would have to say. "Jak's sexy, but . . . ," Rex grinned, "but you're waaay sexier. And . . . your juice!" Rex licked his lips. "Delicious! You n'I taste a lot alike." As Steve threw his head back and laughed, he tried to recall the last time he'd felt so . . . carefree. "So, since my . . . juice . . . is delicious, and tastes like yours, hmm, I guess that means yours is delicious as well?" Rex answered in a deadpan voice. "I've always thought so. What do you think?" "I think that has got to be the most round about way I've ever heard of to get a compliment," Steve laughed. "And, yes, I think your juice is delicious, too." He sobered, looking into his son's eyes. "Y'know, I haven't had anyone shoot into my mouth, since I was in my 20's." He glanced at his son. "That was just after the invention of the wheel, by a nice chap named Urg Shapiro, and a couple years before the invention of writing, using a hammer and chisel, by Urg's older brother, Ugh." Steve shook his head, as if at recollection. "Those Shapiro's . . . a family of overachievers, if I ever saw one." He was pleased at his son's brilliant smile. "Just like you," he added. "For someone your age, you shoot lots." Rex's smile grew. "Y'know, after you shot in my mouth," Steve continued, "I didn't want to swallow, it tasted so good. I just wanted to move your . . . juice . . . around in my mouth, coating my tongue, and getting to know the taste of my boy. I was unbelievably excited. That's why I shot so fast when you started sucking on me. Well . . . it was a combination of the taste of your sperm, and the fact that my son was sucking me off. That was even more exciting than his taste." Steve sobered. "What we did is, also, making me have to rethink a number of things about how I view myself, you, and Jak." Rex slowly nodded his understanding, as he reached out and rested a hand on, and briefly squeezed, his father's shoulder. "Are you feeling weirded out 'cause'a what we did, since I'm your son, or 'cause'a my age n'all?" Rex asked. "I'm hoping you don't think I'm going to tell my friends about it, 'cause I'm not. I may have a reputation as a big mouth, but there are some things I know should remain private. Besides, what we did was something special." He rubbed his hand over his father's arm, in a move which sent erotic chills through Steve's body. "Also, I'm hoping that yesterday wasn't a one-time thing. When we hugged, I was ready to do it all again, just so I could be near you. I loved that hug. I loved how our dicks were pressed against one another's, and how you held me tight, like you thought I might run away, or something." He grinned, sheepishly. "No one's ever hugged me like that before. The way you held me as you rubbed your hands up and down my back, then over my butt cheeks . . . told me lots about you, your thoughts, and how much what we did meant to you. You felt it, too, didn't you?" Rex asked. "It was special, huh?" Steve looked away, and nodded once. "Dad, you are sooo friggin' sexy! I tell 'ya, I had to jack off twice last night, just thinking about the taste of your juice, and how your dick sort'a throbbed when you shot into my mouth, and covered my tongue with your stuff." Rex licked his lips. "Way cool." He studied his father. "Yesterday wasn't a first time thing for you though, was it?" the young man asked. "You mentioned it being years since you tasted another guy's juice." "You're right; it wasn't my first, but, let me tell you, it was the absolute best, without a question! What's troubling to me, though, isn't what we did. It's just that I never thought of either you or Jak in a sexual way before. Now, with Jak making those vids, it seems as if that's all I think about." Steve grinned. "Until yesterday, I was only thinking about Jak. Now . . . I'm thinking about you, too, and how sexy you are. I love the hair on your chest, by the way." Rex made a face. "You do? I hate it! I wish I was smooth, like you. Jak doesn't much like his chest hair either. That's why he keeps it clipped so short. I think I'm gonna do the same with mine. Guys in gym class look at me like I'm some sort'a freakin' abdominal snowman, or something." Steve grinned. "It's Abominable." Rex paused. "Huh? Oh, oh yeah. None of the guys have hair on their chest, and I'm more . . . um . . . developed than most of 'em, too." He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. "I must take after you and Jak, huh? "Have you ever . . . with Jak?" Rex asked. Steve shook his head. "No. He told me about his new job, and asked my opinion. That's all. I've got to say, though, that I have fantasized about what it would be like to be with him." Steve grinned. "Almost as good as being with you, I would imagine." "Aw, Dad," Rex blushed. "Y'really had fun?" "You tasted how much fun I had. I thought I was probably going to drown you, I was having so much fun." He was pleased with Rex's smile and acknowledging nod. "Do you have much . . . experience?" Steve asked. "Naw," Rex heaved a sigh. "I've not been able to shoot for all that long. I caught Jak masturbating one time, so I knew what to do, but, nothing happened, or if it did, I only squirted a little watery stuff. I'm glad I can finally shoot, like you and Jak. But, as far as any serious playing with other guys, nah. I've only fooled around a little bit, and have never done anything too intense . . . y'know, more'n jerking-off, and feeling each other's thing. I've sort'a wanted to do more, but . . .," he shrugged. "So, you think of yourself as gay?" Rex shrugged. He intently studied something on the floor. "I don't know. I'm not really turned on by girls, like I am guys, but . . ." another shrug . . . "I guess maybe I'll figure things out as I get a little older. Y'think?" "I expect you will." "Is Jak making vids what's got Aubrey so hot under the collar? How'd she find out?" "No, your sister doesn't know about the vids, nor does your mother. Aubrey is upset because she recently learned Jak's gay. When she found out, she started calling him names. I told her to apologize, and she dared me to try and make her." Rex's eyes widened at the thought of daring his father to do anything. Steve continued, his lips compressing, as he recalled his daughter's tantrum. "She thought creating a scene, like she did, would be the end of things, and she'd won a victory over me. She hadn't stopped to think how many . . . extras . . . I provide. I'm not providing them now, and she is pissed. Her strategy now, is to either wear me down, or convince your mother to intercede. Neither will work. Your mother knows how strongly I feel, yet is somehow compelled to support Aubrey, which results only in keeping things stirred up." Rex shook his head in disbelief. "The girl must be more mentally challenged than I thought. First off, she knows better than to challenge you. That was stupid, which is about par for the course, for her. "As far as just now realizing Jak was gay . . . Come on! I knew Jak was gay, the moment I knew what gay meant! What I've been surprised at is that no one's come along and snapped Jak up. He's so sexy. Plus, he's lots'a fun to be around, when he's not being so serious n'all," Rex grinned. "Did I mention how sexy he is? I bet they shaved his butt, though. I expected him t'have some hair back there." Rex grinned again. "That would'a been fun t'see, f'sure. The shaving part, I mean." He shook his head, dismissing thoughts of his brother, for the time being. "I swear, Dad, Aubrey makes the women in some of those blonde jokes look like Einstein, or something. If she has to think about anything more complicated than what shade of lip gloss to wear, her mind goes into overload. You can watch it happen. Her eyes cross, and . . ." "Alright!" Steve laughed. "I get the point." "No, really," Rex continued, making an impatient gesture with a hand, as he warmed to his story, "I don't think she's ever figured out how a person can count higher than five, since she has to use the finger of one hand to point to the ones on the other hand to help her count . . . one . . . two . . . three . . . What comes after . . . oh yeah . . . foooouuuuurrrr." Rex laughed, squirming away from his father. "You don't have a high impression of your sister's intellect, do you?" "What?" Rex exclaimed, his voice rising, unexpectedly. "Dad, you are probably the first person to ever use the word, intellect, in any sentence where Aubrey's name is mentioned. The poor girl's setting herself up to be an old maid. She's definitely not like Jak or me . . . or you, when it comes to sex. You're massively cool, like I said." Rex slapped his bare thigh and stood. "Well, enough shooting the bull. Since there's no school today, I'm gonna work on a paper I've got due." He stood, hesitated, then leaned over his father's shoulder, and kissed him on the cheek. "Love 'ya, Dad. You're so cool. And, sexy," he called, his voice echoing in the hallway to his bedroom. * * * "Hey, how's my favorite father?" Jak asked, as Steve answered the phone. It had been over a week since they'd last spoken, during an emotional farewell at the airport, and he was anxious to hear his father's voice, and have a chance to tell him of everything that had been happening to him. It was not often Jak had spent time away from his father, and he missed the man more than he would have admitted. He was also not sure what his father's reaction would be to seeing him have sex. It was one thing to know that's what Jak's job was, and quite another to actually see it happening. He didn't think his father would react negatively, but, after his sister's reaction to merely learning he was gay, he didn't want to lose another member of his family. 'We're so close,' he thought, in the instant before his father answered his question. 'I couldn't bear to lose that.' "Jak! So, I'm your favorite father? I wasn't aware you had another one," Steve laughed. "This one, though, is doing great. How's my favorite movie-star son? We're snowed in! Everyone has been ordered to stay off the roads. Nothing's open, and your mother and sister are visiting your grandmother. So . . . Rex and I are hanging out. He's studying all the time, and I spend my time watching your vid, and masturbating. I feel like a teenager again, I'm jacking off so often. I haven't been so turned on in years! "Um . . . ," he hesitated. "I do have to tell you, though, that your brother saw you." "Aw, geez! Now I'm in trouble." "I don't think so! Jak, your brother knows when he's free to shoot his mouth off, and when he should be discreet. I've learned quite a bit about him in the last couple days. He's much more mature than either of us would have imagined. I'm talking about mental maturity, though the rest of him's pretty mature, too," Steve added. Before Jak could ask what he'd meant, he continued. "It was my fault he saw the video. Y'see, I was careless, and left my office door wide open, while I was beating-off. Since we were having such a bad storm, I came home from work early. I figured he'd be staying at his friend's, and, since the ladies weren't here, I stripped-down and started watching you and Cody. Actually, I was only paying attention to you. I was so caught up in watching you grease-up, and slide in, that I didn't hear your brother come into the house. To say that he startled me would be an understatement!" Steve laughed. "For his part, I think he was . . . shocked, to see me jacking off. That's something teenagers do; not one's father. Then he heard your voice on the computer, asking Cody what he thought of being impaled on that dick of yours, and all thoughts of his naked father . . . with hard dick in hand, vanished. He stripped-off, talking all the time about how fuckin' sexy you are. "Otherwise, don't worry. Trust him. He'll do what's right." "Well . . . if you say so. Did you guys jack off together, while you watched the vid?" "Yeah, we did. It was fun. In a couple years, your brother's gonna be as sexy as you are. You two resemble one another. He's got hair on his chest, Jak . . . just like you. I'm jealous," Steve laughed. "I always wanted a hairy chest, and come to find out, Rex hates it, and tells me you clip yours short, 'cause you're not fond of it. I don't understand. No one in the family's got a hairy chest." "I wouldn't expect Mom or Aubrey to," Jak said, dryly. "You know what I'm talking about. None of the guys are hairy . . . on either side. Of the family, I mean. I've seen 'em all. I know. "Enough talking about me and your brother, and your hairless uncles. Tell me . . . what was it like? You handled yourself beautifully, but I couldn't help but wonder what you were thinking." "You mean, what was it like to be fucking a guy with other people in the room, looking on?" "Um, yeah. Sorry, but I can't seem to bring myself to be as . . . descriptive . . . as you and your brother are. I tell 'ya. From the perspective of a viewer, what you were doing was awesome. I loved how Cody's hole slowly opened for you. And, the shots of your nuts swinging around, as you pumped him, were great. And, your hole! Geez, Jak, I always thought you were over-the-top sexy when you were fully dressed. Now that I've seen you bare-assed naked, and having sex, I have to come up with another superlative to describe you. I would have thought you'd have some hair down there, though, especially since you do on your chest. "Your brother was captivated by your kisses. A couple times, he mumbled that he wished that sometime you'd kiss him like that." "Rex! He said that? Geez, I've never thought of kissing him." "Just like you've probably never thought you and I'd ever be talking about how great it was for me to see you fuck another guy." "Yeah, well . . . sort'a. Lots has changed, for both of us, it sounds like." "True . . . so . . . tell me about it," Steve urged. "I'll try not to interrupt." "First off, it's sort'a weird being treated like a prized race horse, or something. They're not treating us like regular guys, Dad. The other guys are used to it. I'm not. "Getting prepped to do the vid was surreal. There Cody and I were, side-by-side, on our backs, with our knees touching our shoulders, having our butt's and assholes shaved. Dave was doing me, and he was sort'a getting into it. He'd probably still be working on me if Pete hadn't started making jokes about how much time he was taking. I swear, I was drooling like crazy, it was so exciting. Here a guy was working on me . . . in public . . . and I was loving it! He wanted to bury his face between my cheeks and lick my hole. I could see it in the way he was looking at it. It was a turn-on to have someone look at me like that. So . . ." Jak concluded, "I was shaved. That's why I'm so smooth. I guess, when they're making a vid, they like being able to have a clear shot of a guy's hole as he's being plowed. "Anyhow, Pete was working on shaving Cody, right next to me, so I felt pretty comfortable being naked and hard n'stuff in front of everyone. I mean, Cody was, too. I wasn't sure how I was going to handle having sex, though. I keep thinking they're gonna have a woman present, y'know, to do makeup, or serve coffee, something. Then I'd be sure to wilt. I lose an erection just thinking about a woman. Ugh," Jak simultaneously shuddered and laughed, imagining his father's smile. "Dad . . . I've got a confession." "Oh?" Steve asked, wondering what could possibly have caused the change in his son's voice. "The whole time I was with Cody, I was sort'a showing off, just for you. You've been so cool about this whole job thing, I guess I wanted to make sure you got your money's worth. Besides, it was a real turn-on knowing you'd be watching me. I never counted on Rex, though. Was beating-off with him fun?" "Oh, yeah. He's a sexy fucker, just like his big brother . . . totally uninhibited, and . . . like the two of us, he likes the taste of his own sperm. When he was about to come, he stood at the side of my desk and sprayed his stuff on my computer screen." "Damn! Sounds hot!" "This whole thing . . . your job, my reaction to seeing you naked n'all, and, now, jerking off with your brother . . ." Steve hesitated. "Geez, Jak, my mind's all screwed up. If your mother had the slightest inkling of what I'm feeling, she'd be as angry as your sister. "I've tried to figure out my feelings, and all I come up with is the realization that suddenly . . . I'm not alone. I don't mean knowing that you and your brother love sex as much as I do, type of alone. I mean, within the last couple weeks, first you, then Rex have gone from being my sons, to being my best friends. Jak, it may sound totally crazy, but I feel loved by you both like I've not felt loved in years. It means . . . so much. "I want to be close to you guys," Steve laughed. "Earlier today, Rex gave me a hug. I hugged him back, and I didn't want to let go. It felt soooo good, to hold someone . . . and, to be held back. Jak . . . I loved it. I . . ." he paused. "I get choked up, still, thinking about how good it felt. "I . . . I hope I'm not going to make you or your brother uncomfortable, feeling like I do. It's just that . . . I've told myself for so many years that physical intimacy isn't that important. Now, watching you on the computer, talking with you like this, and, your brother, doing what we did . . . well . . . I'm realizing how much I've been missing. Y'know," Steve said, doing his best to coax a chuckle, "We fathers are always expected to be so strong, serving as examples to our children. Well, I'm not feeling too strong, right at the moment, and both of my sons are showing me that I am . . ." he paused, taking a ragged breath. "That I am loved by someone." "Oh . . . Dad." Jak swiped at his suddenly watery eyes. "When I come home, I'm not gonna let go of you. You have no idea how strong my feelings for you are. Y'gonna be okay? Don't let Mom and the sister get you down. You've got Rex and me. I'm not just saying that; I mean it. There is no one more important in my life than you." "Um . . . thanks, Jak. I feel rotten that I've said all I have, but . . . well . . . thanks." He heaved a ragged breath. "I'm looking forward to that hug . . . so . . . don't forget, y'hear?" * * * Jak dialed the cell phone number, feeling strange to be calling his fourteen year-old brother. They'd always been . . . friends, but had never been very close. Rex had his circle of friends, and Jak had his, and the four-year age difference seemed enormous. Still, Jak's father told him Rex had matured, and Jak needed information. Thus, the telephone call. "Jak?" Rex answered. "Did you misdial and call me instead of Dad? I can get him for you!" Rex offered. "Are you okay?" "No!" Jak rolled into a sitting position, from where he'd been sprawled on the hotel bed. "I mean, no, I called to talk to you, not Dad; and yes, I'm okay!" He hesitated. "Are you someplace where we can talk without you being overheard?" Rex laughed. "Yeah, I'm by myself. Dad's working late on some sort'a project, and Mom and the sister are still not back from grandma's." His voice turned mischievous. "I'm just sitting here, in my room, naked as a jay-bird, wondering when a handsome guy would call to tell me how sexy I am." "Oh . . ." Jak grinned. "Maybe I should hang up, on the off-chance someone might call. Y'think?" Rex laughed. "I guess I asked for that." There was a change in his voice, this time becoming serious. "Hey, Jak. I gotta tell 'ya, I think what you're doing is soooo cool. Dad tells me they're even paying you to play around. Is that true? Hell, I'd do it for free!" he laughed. "No . . . wait! If someone offered me money, I'd take it. Forget the part about doing it for free. Sex is good. Money's good. The two of 'em . . . together, are really good. "Dad told me that he told you how I stumbled in on him, jacking off, while he was watching you, and how I joined him," Rex continued, excited to be talking to his brother. "Geez, Jak. You are so frippin' hot! "Here I am, sitting here, all hard, just thinking about seeing you naked, and having sex with that dark haired guy . . . Cody?" "Yeah." "D'you think . . . after I give you a chance to talk about what you called for, of course, that you could tell me about what it's like . . . bein' naked, and fucking, n'all? All I've ever done is beat my meat with another guy. Geez, Jak." There was a pause. "I could pop just thinking about seeing your dick slide into that Cody-guy. "Oh, yeah. Since you called me, I guess you wanna talk some, huh? Okay, I'll shut up. You didn't call to hear my wonderful . . . manly . . . voice. What's up?" Jak laughed. "Rex, It's so great to hear your . . . manly . . . voice, and your enthusiasm. Things here are so . . . planned, I guess you'd say. There's not much that's spontaneous. I love that about you. You definitely are spontaneous. I haven't been gone a couple weeks yet, and I realize how much I've missed hearing you." "F'real?" Rex choked, as if overcome with an unexpected emotion. "I'd like it . . . a lot . . . if we could get closer. With Mom and the sister creating troubles here, Dad and I are all alone. That's why he's working late, so often . . . just to stay away from them. I do my best to stay away, too, but I don't have a whole lot of freedom t'do as I want, 'cause'a my age n'all. I'm finding that I want Dad to hold me . . . not for sex, but just t'let me know that I'm not gonna be left all alone, n'stuff." "Oh, Rex," Jak exhaled, surprised at the depth of his feeling for his brother. "I would very much like getting closer to you. I don't have very many friends, and I'm sure I couldn't ask for a better one than you." "Jak, are you okay? I mean, f'real? You sound all serious n'all, but also sad. Are you being treated okay? There's more to this job than just jumping in bed and fucking around, isn't there?" Jak barked a laugh. "Yeah, lots more. None of it is bad, but it is exhausting as all hell, to try and look your best all the time, especially when I'm missing home like I am. Things are just . . . different. The other guys don't think anything of it, but they've been around for a while. Since I'm new, I'm learning all the things we can and can't do. We can't wear underwear, for instance, 'cause they leave a mark at your waist, which looks bad. We have to be shaved, 'cause people like smooth butts. They think I look good with a tan line, so I'm spending quite a bit of time developing a tan . . . so I'll have a white, hairless, butt." He laughed. "Everyone back home will think I've been on vacation. In reality, I've been working my tail off." He hesitated, then snorted a laugh. "Wait, that didn't sound the way I wanted it to. I'm glad they don't use very much makeup, or stuff, 'cause it'd smear. It also tastes crappy. "So . . . yeah, I'm fine. I miss you and Dad. I miss my bed. I miss serious talking. The guys here are great, but everything, at least with the ones I've met, is so shallow. All they're thinking about is who they're going to get partnered with next. Boyd's a little different, but he seems so young. We're the same age, but, still. Me . . . I'm thinking about how long my good fortune will last, and what I'm going to do afterward. "Rex, I'm sooo lonely. I come back to the hotel, after we finish up for the day, and here I sit, until everything starts over tomorrow. I guess I could join the guys at whatever they're doing, but . . . I'm just not interested. I guess I'm more of a down-to-earth-type-person. "Each day is exciting, though, and the folks who own the business couldn't be nicer to me. One of 'em has this awesome dog, Hector, who likes me. I work on my tan by hanging out at the beach, tossing a Frisbee. That's fun. Still . . . I miss you n'Dad." "Geez, I'm sorry, Jak. I never would'a thought you'd feel lonely. It's like you're a movie star, or someone famous. You're special. I mean, how many guys have a chance to do what you're doing." "Rex, I'm not special. I'm an average guy, who, for some reason, was picked out of the crowd. Don't start thinking that I'm someone special. I'm not. That's how they treat me, and I don't like it. I don't want to be some sort of porn super star, or something. Sure, I want people to get turned on by watching me, but that's it. There's nothing special about me, other than the fact that I'm the newest guy on the site. They'll think I'm great, until the next guy shows up. I'm in trouble when I start believing all this stuff about how great I am, n'stuff. So . . . don't do it . . . okay?" he asked, winding down. "Uh, yeah, sure. But, I gotta tell you, no matter what you say, beyond being my big brother, you are way special t'me. I've always thought you were a cool brother. Now, though, I think you're so frippin' sexy, squirming around on that Cody-guy, kissing him, n'stuff. Damn, that's soooo cool! "Y'think they'll be bringing in a new guy soon, so you can sort'a fade into the woodwork?" Jak sighed. "I don't want to be that invisible, Rex! Let's strike a happy balance here, okay? Maybe the next bunch of guys will be different. The guys are great, except for Cody. He's nice, but so . . . prickly. I also sort'a hope Levi, he's the boss, doesn't match me up with Cody again. Hell, he'll probably bite my dick off, or something," Jak laughed. "Hey, that has the makings of a porn song. 'I left half my dick in Mi . . . am . . . i'," he sang, off key "'Code-eee, swallowed the rest!' "Good, huh?" "No!" Rex protested. "You've succeeded in making me wilt! "Geez, Jak, I miss you so much. I wish you were here so we could talk, face-to-face . . . y'know? It'd be great for Dad, too. That's one of the main reasons you're calling, isn't it? You want to talk to me, but you're also worried about Dad. I'm right, huh?" "Yeah. He and I had a conversation, last night, and . . . geez, Rex, I'm worried about him. It sounds as if he doesn't think he's got a friend in the world. Are Mom and Aubrey really treating him that bad?" "Aubrey is probably treating him worse than he would ever let on. Mom . . . she's not saying much, 'cause Dad's laid down the law. All he's asking from Aubrey is an apology for treating you so bad, and a vow to start behaving civilized. She won't do it. Mom's torn. She knows Aubrey is behaving like a Class A bitch, but Mom can't help herself. She and Aubrey are hanging around all the time, especially since Dad sold the sister's car. That resulted in a couple days of high drama. "So," Rex concluded. "Mom and Dad aren't talking too much. I don't think they're angry at each other, but . . . I don't know. It's miserable around here. It's hard to do my homework, or to concentrate on much of anything, 'cause'a the tension, n'stuff. I think that's why Dad's staying away more . . . just to give me some quiet time to get school stuff done. Also, it can't be easy for him to have both of 'em against him. In a few months, the sister will be eighteen, and, she's told us hundreds'a times, she's out'a here. If something doesn't change soon, though, I don't think things can ever be repaired, between Dad and Mom. "Jak, Dad told you about his having guy-guy experiences, years ago?" "Yeah." "Well, I think he's wishing for the old days. Whenever we hug, it's like he doesn't wanna let go, and he gets all teary-eyed. He never used to hug me much. Now, we're hugging all the time. I'm trying to be his friend, but . . . I don't know how. I'm his son! No one ever talked about handling things like this, in school, or anything. "I'll be glad when you're back. You're doing all you can, from there, to help Dad. I can tell whenever he's talked with you, 'cause he's all smiles . . . acting like his old self. "I gotta ask, though. Where are you gonna stay, when you come back? You wouldn't be happy here." "I'm planning on staying with a friend who has an extra room in his apartment. Dad's taken my car over there, to store. It's not too far from home. Maybe you could spend some time with me. You could even do your homework over there. It'd be cool to hang out with you." "F'real? Geez Jak, that'd be so friggin' awesome. "Now . . ." the mischievous voice reappeared, "If we're through talking about Dad n'stuff, tell me what it's like to make one of those vids. I've only seen one. Have you made any more?" "Yeah. I've made one other one, and another is scheduled for tomorrow or the next day. Then I'll be heading home for a couple weeks." "So . . . tell me. Don't leave out any of the juicy details. I wanna hear about everything." "Well, since you've seen the first vid, I'll tell you about the second. It was my turn to get fucked." "Really? Geez, I'm hard again! You getting fucked. Was it fun?" "It wasn't my first time, Rex, and, yeah, it was fun. I was partnered with the second of the three guys who are down here for these two weeks. His name's Boyd. If you've seen much of the site, you'll know he's a swimmer's body-type, sort'a guy. He's sort'a really slender, so he looks younger than he is. He's got dark hair, a gorgeous smile, and sparkling eyes, sort'a like yours." "Aw, Jak," Rex said. His brother had never spoken to him in this way, and it was an emotional experience. "And, geez, can he kiss!" Jak laughed. "I love that. In fact, I could have shot, just kissing Boyd." He thought a moment. "Basically, I guess, that's what I did. He was still working his dick in and out'a my ass, with me on my back, with my legs back n'all, and, wham, I shot-off like a friggin' rocket. I surprised myself, 'cause I wasn't even touching it. He was just giving me such a great prostate massage, I guess it pushed me over the top. "We started off with one of these little interview-like things. I don't like doing those. I figure if the people who are paying the bills wanted to pay to sit and listen to someone talk, they'd have joined a different site. Anyhow, that's the way things are done, so I go along. "While we were being interviewed, Boyd n'I were sitting side-by-side on the bed, in one of the bedroom-sets they've got all fixed up. We were wearing some Jockey's. I had my arm around his waist, and he was rubbing the hair on my leg, as we talked. When he grabbed my cock, though, I forgot about the interviewer-guy. I turned to Boyd, and we started to kiss. Normally, I'm into pretty aggressive kisses, but, damn, Boyd could make me like slow, romantic ones. "I laid back onto the bed and pulled him on top of me. He's not a real big guy, so it was like having a kid on top of me. His dick convinced me, though, that he's not a kid. "They'd pretty much turned us free to do what we wanted, other than telling us that Boyd was supposed to fuck me. "Um, Rex . . . you ever licked someone's butthole?" "Uh . . . no. Until the other day, watching you, I sort'a would have been grossed by the thought. You like doing it, though?" "Damn right I do! Next to kissing or shooting my juice up a guy's hot hole, licking a clean asshole is my favorite thing t'do. And Boyd's got a great one. He sort'a relaxes it; then, as I work my tongue inside, he tightens it up, and it's like he's trying to grab onto my tongue. Hot! "Well, Boyd loves eating ass as much as I do, so he had me on my knees, and was really working on my hole, getting it all wet and slobbery. He'd pull my dick back, between my legs, suck on it for a while, then lick my nuts, and rim me some more." "'Y'ready for this?' he asked, as he stood at the edge of the bed and wiped the head of his dick across my hole. By then he had me whimpering, I wanted him in me so bad." "Aw fuck, Jak. I'm really leakin' here." "Sweet," Jak replied, stroking himself, both in recollection of his time with Boyd, and by being turned on, knowing his brother was using his description as masturbation fantasy material. "Well, Boyd's got this long dick with a monster head. Since he's not a big hulking guy, his dick looks even more impressive, standing out straight from his thick pubes. "D'you have thick pubes, Rex? Have you ever shot a load down someone's throat, pleased when you felt your penis pulse, as it fills his mouth with your sperm? Have you?" Rex writhed on the bed, continuing to stimulate himself. "Yeah, a couple times. I've sucked off a guy a few times, too. Tasting someone else's juice is such a turn-on for me, and feeling the guy's dick thicken, just before he shoots and blasts his first shot against the back of my throat . . . that's so fuckin' hot." He groaned. "I love the taste of sperm. Someday, maybe I can taste yours, y'think?" Jak smiled, imagining his brother sucking him dry, as he squeezed the base of his dick, milking out a thick droplet of pre-cum. "We'll see what we can do about that. No promises, but . . . we'll see. "Well, Boyd was ready to fuck me good. I wish he'd been a little slower, pushing into me, but damn, it felt good. Once that head was in, the rest was easy. Did I mention that he's got a long one?" "Yours and mine are both thick," Rex said. "I like thick ones. We look just like Dad. You guys are a little bigger'n me, but I'm not far behind." Jak laughed. "Me, I like dick, just like I like butts. I like 'em short, long, thick, thin, cut, uncut, curving . . . You name it. Ol' Boyd really knew how to use his, too. I like that. There wasn't any stopping things 'cause someone'd lost their hard-on. Not with Boyd 'n me. "He was plowing me like there was no tomorrow, pushing all the way in and grinding his crotch hair against my smooth hole. Earlier, I'd told him I really like getting it while I'm on my back, with my knees against my shoulders. A guy can get in deeper that way, plus we can kiss as he's fuckin' me. "Damn, but it felt good when I flipped over and Boyd slid back into me. He gave me a second to get used to his dick, then really began pounding me." "Fuck, Jak, this is so awesome. It's gonna be hot seeing you get pounded. Geez," he moaned. "You'd better be ready to end your story, 'cause I'm not gonna be able to hold out much longer." "'Cause'a Boyd's big dick-head, he was really doing a number on my prostate. Y'ever had anyone finger your hole, Rex, and play with your prostate?" "Noooo," Rex whimpered. "Ah geez, Jak, I'm 'bout ready to blast, I'm so fuckin' turned on." "With the way Boyd was treating me, so was I. He knew I was close. So was he. So, he pulled most of the way out and slowly moved his hips back and forth, running that mushroom head of his over my prostate. I swear, Rex, I about screamed, I was so turned on. "Then, he leaned over me and mashed his mouth against mine, and that was all it took. I jerked, and shot. The camera missed the first shot, but not the glob of juice hanging from his chin, where he'd been hit. The camera did get the other shots, though, as I was able to catch two of 'em in my mouth. "Well, the way I was tightening my asshole, while I shot, sent ol' Boyd over the edge. He shouted, grabbed my ankles, and spread my legs wide, as he jerked and pumped me full. Fuck, Rex! I swear, I could feel him filling me up. It was awesome." "Uhhhh, Jak," Rex said, in a tight voice. "Aw shit," he groaned, and, as Jak listened, his brother reached climax, repeatedly grunting with each contraction, forcing out another pulse of sperm. "Fuck, Jak," Rex gasped, coming down from his orgasm. "That was friggin' sweet. D'ya shoot, too?" "Whew!" Jak laughed. "You bet I did. This was hot, Rex. Dad told me you were a sexy-hot fucker. It sounds like he wasn't exaggerating." "Y'think . . .?" Rex began, then hesitated. "We'll see. No promises. We'll just play things by ear. But, one thing for sure." "What?" Rex asked. "I'm gonna give you a real tight hug, and, if you want, I'd like t'taste my brother's tongue." "Like! Of course I'd like. Fuck, Jak, I'm ready to shoot again, with just the thought!" Jak laughed. "Not tonight! I shouldn't have shot a while ago. I've got to perform tomorrow." "Who'd they have you partnered with?" "Ron. He's a baby-faced blond. This time, though, it's my turn to be the top. G'night, Rex," Jak murmured. "'Night, Jak. Love you."
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