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CHAPTER 2

Shower Show

Category:  BROTHERS 

KURT:

    On Tuesday evening, just 24 hours after I'd agreed to my brother's suggestion of creating porn content, he and I were sitting down in the dining room for a "business meeting." Sawyer showed up with a notebook full of notes, and I gotta say, it made me feel confident as well as proud to see him so dedicated to something. 

    "The first thing we need to do is build up a gallery of photos and videos. Since you still have a full-time job, you won't have the time to just shoot whenever, so we need an archive that we can upload overtime. In the meantime, I'll use your underwear photos on Twitter, people have been eating those up."

    "Okay," I nodded, trying to keep up, even though this all seemed very foreign to me. I didn't use social media at all except for a neglected Facebook profile, and terms like "scheduled posts" and "promo" and "teasers" were unfamiliar to me in this context.

    "My smartphone's got an amazing camera, so I'll be your photographer. I ordered a tripod and ring light online, they'll be here tomorrow. I also want you to take as many selfies as possible. When you're at the gym, take photos in the mirror, in the locker room, every single day! I'll link your phone to my cloud, so I can access your photos. I'll select the best ones, slap a filter on them, and post them online. Is that alright with you?"

    "Whatever you say, boss," I replied, taking a sip of beer.

    "This weekend, we'll do our first photo shoot. All you need to do is show up. Don't worry, I'll plan the rest."

    And that he did. On Saturday, I got out of the shower to find clothes already laid out for me on my bed, just like our mom did when we were kids. It was a pair of extremely short white shorts, and athletic socks to match. Under the shorts was a jockstrap, which made me laugh, since I hadn't worn one since high school. The jock had a white pouch and red waistband, and definitely looked sexier than the ones I wore in school.

    I got dressed and looked at myself in the mirror. The shorts were uncomfortably tight, but at least they showed off my ass as well as much junk. Since they were mesh, you could actually see through them if you focused enough, and spot the white jock underneath.

    "Mom, where's the shirt I need to wear?" I asked jokingly as I walked to my brother in the living room. I was very surprised to see him holding a football, for what might be the first time in his life.

    "You won't need a shirt. You can wear whatever shirt until we get there."

    "Where're we going?"

    "Prospect Park. C'mon, put some nice sneakers on and let's head out. I'll go get Brock."

    In the park, my brother had me take my shirt off and pass the ball around with Brock. Meanwhile, Sawyer took pictures and short videos of me like a paparazzo. It was a gorgeous, early-spring day and I was having a lot of fun, but I didn't see how this was supposed to make me "a porn star."

    "Okay, just stand there and let me zoom in on your butt," said Sawyer after a while, taking close-up photos of my ass. The park was full, but we still weren't doing anything that would draw too much attention. I flexed my glutes, hoping they looked good on camera.

    "Now reach in and pull down one of the straps around your ass, so people can see you're wearing a jock. Quickly, no one's looking."

    I did as I was told, and my brother snapped the pics. The shorts were so short, you could probably see my asscheeks coming out.

    "Okay, now turn around, and just sorta hook your thumb in the waistband of your shorts. That's it. Now pull down just a little bit, show me some of that treasure trail. Your hair right there, yes, going down to your pubes. Pull 'em down just a bit lower," Sawyer guided me. "Flex your abs as well, that's right! Gorgeous."

    I posed like this for a few minutes, as my brother zoomed in on my bulge, my abs, and my chest. Brock just stood to the side watching us, throwing in suggestions every now and then. I definitely felt sexy – especially with all the compliments my brother and Brock were paying me – I just couldn't see how anyone would pay money for content like this.

    "We're not done," said Sawyer. "This is only the intro. Off to Manhattan now. Brock, honey, you coming along?"

    "I think I'll let you guys do it and I'll head home," Brock said goodbye to us and went back to the apartment as my brother and I walked to the subway. When we got to the station, I went to finally put my shirt on, but Sawyer stopped me.

    "Leave it. I'm sure no one will say anything. I'm gonna snap some pics of you shirtless on the subway, it'll be hot."

    I was already feeling like I was drawing too much attention in the obscene shorts I had on, but I guess being shy never made anyone a good porn star. I got on the train half-naked, and my brother took photos of me during our ride. When we finally made it to Chelsea, we walked into a building that looked way too expensive for either one of us to be in, especially me, with all the dirt I had on me after tossing the ball around at the park.

    Sawyer talked to the doorman, who smiled as soon as Sawyer told him why we were here. I couldn't hear them, so this was all a surprise for me. The doorman gave Sawyer a key, and my brother and I took the elevator to the top floor, where he used the key to get into one of the apartments.

    "Who lives here?" I asked, looking around.

    "A couple of friends of mine, a gay couple. They're loaded, obviously. They're down in Florida, but they said it's okay to come use their bathroom."

    "WHAT?!"

    "Yes. You're about to take a shower."

 

SAWYER:

    I had big ideas for my brother's new career: content for multiple platforms, live shows, collabs, sponsorships... My boyfriend said I was getting way ahead of myself, but I saw no downside to being prepared and dreaming big. Of course, we had to start much smaller, both because my brother didn't have that many followers for now, but also because he needed to be eased into everything and made to feel comfortable. 

    An improvised football game in the park seemed like the logical choice for our first shoot. Kurt felt at home with a ball in his hands, and we got some really sexy pics out of it. I didn't want my brother to just get naked in front of a camera, wank his dick, and expect people to pay him. I wanted his profile to reflect his personality. His fans needed to fall in love with him as a person, not just a sex object. 

    Of course, in between all the authentic posts, there would also be some that are a bit more... aspirational. For example, I wanted to take photos of Kurt in the shower, but we couldn't do it in our rusty little shower back at home. So I called up a couple of fuck buddies of mine. We weren't super close, but they knew I was trustworthy, and since they were away they let me use their gorgeous apartment for a shoot.

    Their bathroom was, in a word, epic. That's why it was the first place I thought of for these pictures. The large shower had three glass walls and was large enough to fit three people (something I knew firsthand). Their building was tall enough to have direct sunlight coming in through some of the windows, and though I hadn't planned it, we'd come at the perfect time of day. We wouldn't even need the light I'd brought. I set up the tripod while Kurt checked out the rest of the apartment. 

    "This place is incredible!" my brother exclaimed as he walked back into the bathroom. "You said you hook up with these guys sometimes?"

    "Now and then," I replied. "When I sent them your pics and said I wanted to use their shower for a shoot, they said yes right away. I think they'll get a kick out of seeing this online."

    "Sooo... should I just jump in and start soaping up?" Kurt asked, tugging down on the waistband of his shorts with one thumb.

    "No!" I said quickly, holding up my hand to signal he should stop. "This is a big moment. The reveal. We've gotta take it nice and slow. Now just... act like you're coming in here after the football game at the park. Sweaty, with tense muscles. You're eager to get in the shower, but you're gonna enjoy checking yourself out in the mirror as you strip down."

    I saw him look past me at his reflection in the large mirror above the counter behind me. The camera was pointed right into the shower — he'd be leaving the door open so there was no chance of wet glass getting in the way of these shots. 

    We tried a few poses in the shorts, and then I asked him to slide them off while he faced away from the camera, slowly exposing his ass. His cheeks were slightly hairy, and a bit paler than the rest of his legs. The sides had dimples which became ridges of muscle when he flexed, a sight that made something in my balls tingle a little. I was so glad I'd picked the jock earlier today when deciding on Kurt's outfit! My brother let the shorts fall to the ground and then I told him to turn around.

    Kurt filled out the jock's pouch very well, a fact that had already been obvious through the thin shorts. I suggested a few poses with him turned toward the camera at various angles. The material was thick enough so as not to be transparent, but I could still make out the ridge of Kurt's cockhead and see the individual bulges of each of his balls when I watched him on the screen. I was about to suggest that he turn back around for a few more ass shots, when he did it on his own.

    I told him to put his hands at the back of his legs and slowly move them up to his hips. The motion would pull his cheeks up for a brief moment and then they'd bounce back down, hopefully looking super sexy and juicy as they did. When Kurt's hands got to the spot where his ass was slightly lifted, I noticed him pulling his cheeks apart just slightly. Not enough to show anything off, but it was a nice little tease, something I would have expected to see from an experienced model. I couldn't help but let out a little "mmm" moan of approval.

    "Was that good?" my big brother asked, clearly having heard my reaction.

    "Yeah, that was perfect," I replied. "Do that move anytime you feel like it. You sure you've never done this before?"

    "Posed for sexy videos in a stranger's bathroom with my brother behind the camera?" he said, sarcastically. "No, I'm pretty sure I'd remember that."

    "Ha ha," I responded in a deadpan tone, as I captured more images of Kurt starting to tug down the jock waistband. "No, I meant posed for any kind of sexy photos. Never?" 

    My brother shrugged. "Do you remember Jenny? One of the girls I dated in high school? Junior year, I think."

    "Yeah," I nodded, while snapping more pics of my brother's ass. "I think I remember her. She was a photographer for the school newspaper, right?

    "Yup," Kurt nodded. "She was a photographer in the bedroom as well, if you know what I mean," he chuckled. "She had me pose naked for her a few times. I haven't even thought about it in years."

    "Slide the jock off now," I told Kurt, as I adjusted my stance. Hearing his stories made me picture a teenage version of my brother, posing naked for his girlfriend. "Did you enjoy posing for her? Like, did it turn you on?" I asked, wanting to keep his mind on a memory that might get him worked up. He had the hang of this now, slowly and sensually sliding the jock down over his ass. He looked back over his shoulder and smiled at the camera, and at me.

    "Yeah, I usually got hard when she would tell me how to stand," he answered, and then bent down quickly to pull his feet from through the straps. Kurt kept his eyes locked on mine as he tossed the jock to the side, somehow making the small gesture look masculine and sexy. I couldn't quite see my brother's cock, which meant the camera couldn't either. This was perfect — he was saving the good stuff for the shower.

    "Go get under the showerhead and turn on the water," I instructed him. Kurt stepped into the luxurious shower and turned the faucet, waiting a moment for the water to warm up before stepping under the spray. Then, he turned around to lean his head back, getting his hair wet and letting the water hit his shoulders. I knew I'd be editing this into a long, slow pan down his body, following the droplets as they rolled down past his pecs and abs; all the way to my brother's cock! I'd seen my brother naked before, though it had been quite a few years since. I knew what his cock looked like when it was soft, and I could tell he was starting to bone up. The head looked a little plumper than I remembered, and he was hanging lower.

    Kurt ran his hands through his hair and then slowly down along his neck and onto his chest. He looked up at me, and though I was looking at the screen on the phone right then, his gaze locked onto the camera and it felt like he was staring right into my eyes. This was going to drive my followers wild.

    "Seems like you enjoy remembering your time with Jenny," I said to my brother, speaking a little louder now that the water was running. "Why don't you pretend that I'm her while I'm giving you instructions?"

    "That works," Kurt said, smiling mischievously and closing his eyes.

    "Great," I said, my voice cracking a little. I hoped my brother didn't hear that over the sound of the shower. Since his eyes were still closed, I used the opportunity to adjust my cock. The whole situation had gotten the blood flowing for me, but I didn't want Kurt to see that. I was here to play the role of a professional photographer, not a horny perv.

    Over the next ten minutes, I had my brother lather up with some overpriced soap, and slowly move his hands over every part of his body. I'd be pulling still images from this footage for hours, I knew. Every now and then I'd remark how sexy he looked, or how hot a particular pose was. Occasionally I'd give Kurt some specific instructions but he was doing great all on his own.

    At one point, he turned around, allowing me to get some great images of his ass (and also another chance to adjust my increasingly erect cock in my pants). Kurt even did the little lift-and-part move with his asscheeks again, this time pulling them a little wider. I thought I might have even caught a quick glimpse of his hole, and figured I'd need to closely examine those frames, looking for the moment that showed the most.

    "That was perfect, Kurt," I said, taking a deep breath. "Turn back around and let's do a little bit more of the front, and maybe then we can wrap up." I'd gotten more than enough footage, and the bathroom was starting to get steamy, with the mirrors and shower walls beginning to fog up.

    "Umm, I think there's more than just a little bit on the front now," my brother said, turning his body toward me. I was stunned to see that he was now fully erect, as he quickly moved a hand down to his cock to stroke it slowly. Luckily I hadn't stopped recording and my phone was capturing every moment.

    "That's..." I began, suddenly at a loss for words. My brother's cock was gorgeous, and bigger than I'd expected it to be. I'd only ever caught fleeting glimpses of him with a boner while growing up. He was never shy around me, but he also wasn't the type to parade around with a hard-on in front of his baby brother (not that I would have ever minded!). "That's perfect," I finally said, and I meant it in every sense.

    "So you said guys jerk off in these videos?" he asked, looking at me as he continually slid his hand up and down his glistening shaft.

    "Yeah," I replied, my mouth suddenly dry. "It's pretty standard. I wasn't sure you'd be ready for that this first time though. But I guess..." I trailed off, wanting him to be the one to say it, even though he was clearly ready.

    "You want me to do it, right, Sawyer?" my big brother asked me, and I noticed he had his eyes closed again. I wondered if he was still imagining his old girlfriend, even though it was my name he was saying, not Jenny's. 

    "Fuck yeah I do," I said, barely thinking about the words as they left my mouth. "Jerk that big cock for m— for the camera. The internet's gonna love this."

    My words seemed to charge Kurt up, maybe because I'd acknowledged the size of his large cock. I'm sure he's heard it plenty of times before, but what man can ever get enough of that? 

    Not knowing what else to say, I remained silent as my brother gradually increased the speed of his strokes, never going too fast and keeping the angle perfect. A few quick words of encouragement now and then seemed to be all he needed, and before much more time passed I could tell he was building toward a climax. Kurt's ample balls were starting to tighten up. I noticed that while his bush seemed untrimmed, his nuts looked totally smooth. "Does he shave them, like I do?" I wondered. I'd have to ask him at some point. It was easy to imagine fans who'd pay to watch him do that sometime.

    "Oh, fuck!" Kurt moaned suddenly, and I watched him pick up even more speed with his strokes. "Any minute now."

    "Try not to cover up your cockhead with your hand when you start shooting," I instructed him, checking the framing on the phone screen. "And don't move around too much, this is a perfect angle."

    "Oh shit, oh shit..." my brother panted, trailing off as the words changed into low moans. I saw the first jet of cum erupt from his cockhead, launching across the shower and hitting the glass wall across from him. That was out of frame, but I made a mental note that Kurt could shoot far, already thinking about how to utilize that in the future.

    Cum continued to emerge from the tip of my brother's cock, now pouring down over his fingers like a gooey waterfall. I was truly shocked at how big his load was, and I wondered how long it had been since his last one. After about seven or eight bursts of decreasing volume, he gave a loud moan of satisfaction and finally opened his eyes. Again on the phone screen, as he looked into the camera lens it seemed like he was staring me in the eye. When I moved my eyes to look directly at my brother, we stared at each other for an intense moment of fraternal connection. Then, Kurt laughed, suddenly looking like a cheerful high-school kid again, back when I was little and he was my hero and protector.

    "How was that?" my big brother asked, reaching his right hand into the stream of water to rinse off the cum that was on it. I made another mental note about telling him to save his load for next time. There was most definitely going to be a next time.
   "That was… really good," I said truthfully. "Better than I expected, even. I think we're really onto something here."
   "AIGHT!" Kurt cheered, raising his right hand for a high-five. We high-fived like two players on the same team, celebrating a victory. When I pulled my hand back, I realized it was Kurt's right hand that he had been jacking off with before touching me. The same hand he'd wiped his cum with.

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