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The Adventures of Rex VII: - Collin Goes to Gay Charm School (Part Two)
Rex luxuriously stretched his nude six foot form as he lay next to Larry who still snoozed in the dim light of this Saturday morn. Rex enfolded Larry's large muscular mid-section in his strong arms and gave the shaved figure a loving squeeze. Rex could still feel Larry's hard thick tool deep inside his ass as if it were still buried deep within his ever hungry man-ass. Rex giggled to himself as he wondered what nephew Collin heard of the passionate lovemaking he and Larry had engaged in for quite a while just hours before.
Rex nuzzled the thick cropped hair with his nose and breathed seductively, "You were brilliant last night!" The head pivoted round and revealed the ruddy unshaven face of Larry; looking just as pleased as a peacock after receiving such a high compliment from his latest playmate.
"Hey, Rex...anytime, baby! I really should drink less beforehand though, my mind needs to be more alert, and hell...I want to really please you!" Larry boasted with male ego in full bloom.
Rex smiled and gave him a lengthy kiss, a kiss that let tongues entwine and lap playfully all round the others eager mouth.
Rex's large hands moved lovingly down Larry's shaved muscular chest, stopping to encircle and explore each erect man nipple.
Larry reclined lazily on the pillows and shut his eyes; Rex's hands were tender yet strong and highly skilled in the arts of pleasure.
The sound of Rex's mobile phone ringing on his bureau top broke the new foreplay mood completely and he sighed heavily. "Damn...damn! I better get that. Might be Collin asking for something." Rex rose up and his impressive nude frame strode across the bedroom to answer the annoying call. Larry watched his new sex friend with lustful intentions and a steadily rising man-tool under the bed coverings.
"Hello", Rex barked to the unknown caller...the number displayed meant nothing to him at first glance.
"Hello, baby brother. It's Paul. Surprise, I'm in London today!" The voice of his older brother calling in the midst of a sexual liaison sent a chill down Rex's sensitive spine.
"Really, wow...that is a surprise!" Rex managed coolly. His thoughts raced. He was finally feeling a connection with his 23 year-old nephew, Collin and now his domineering father would show up unannounced.
Larry watched naked Rex skilfully balance on one large barefoot and then the other as he chatted on his phone. In Larry's eyes, Rex was a perfect lover and so sexy for a man of his mature years.
Paul carried on. "And so I'd like to see you before Collin gets home from work...a private meeting between us is really important after all these years. I really owe you so much for taking on troublesome Collin... he's been so fucking hard to bring up. I'll see you shortly. I do remember how to find your house...hell, I do have pretty good memory!"
By the time Rex disconnected the call; Larry was standing up and pulling his underwear up over his attractively large erection.
"Larry, I want you to stay and I want to help you with that nice package down there!" Rex said with a big smile as he gestured playfully at Larry's swelling crotch.
"Hey, I know something is up and someone is coming to see you soon...I have a skill at listening to one side of a conversation and getting most of the details just right." Larry chided as he continued locating his strewn clothing for the trip home.
Parting downstairs was hard for Rex; a date like this was so wonderful and he really cursed the fact it was ending so abruptly.
Rex stood fully naked with only a flimsy silk dressing gown covering his six foot ginger furred flesh as he kissed Larry with force and purpose. "You are on for next Saturday night...just us...and more fun!" Rex purred in his ear as the final kiss ended.
Larry strode off waving good-naturedly as Rex closed the large front door, closing out the quiet Saturday on his quaint, tree lined London street. Rex's large toned bare feet felt chilly and he quickly jogged up the stairs to have a warm tub before his brother was due to arrive. Paul was only at Euston Station and would be arriving in about 30 minutes or so.
As the sudsy water swirled into the tub, Rex eased his fit body down into the soothing warmth.
He lay back and enjoyed a few moments of quiet reflection on the gloriously erotic night he had just spent with Larry. A younger stud worthy of more exploratory sessions with no interruptions from anyone...he would switch off his mobile phone in future!
Rex's classic uncut man-meat rose up in the frothy water as his mind relived a few titillating visions of some of the fun he and Larry had got up to...and the added thrill of knowing deep down that nephew Collin probably overheard the sounds of the intense " man to man" passion that were being broadcast last night. This made Rex feel all tingly and aroused...his hand moved down and he lovingly stroked his erectile flesh causing a surge of inner electricity to well up deep within his being. He felt very alive and SO turned on!
His hand skilfully rolled the thick sleek foreskin back and forth, exposing his reddish pink knob all covered with his now famously abundant pre-cum juices...Rex moved his hand more quickly...he could cum if he hurried. Time seemed to slow down as he pleasured his long man-tool, flexing his sinuous toes under the warm sudsy water with every delicious stroke of his talented fingers.
The sound of loud rapping on the front door downstairs broke the erotic reverie and Rex's eyes popped open with a snap. Damn...he really had lost track of time. The 30 minutes he had for the tub had vanished and he was just about to reach blissful orgasm...almost there...FUCK, he grumbled inwardly as he let go of his throbbing engorged manhood and leapt out of the bath.
Clumsily Rex towelled off his nakedness and quickly wrapped the flimsy silk dressing gown around him...a vain attempt at trying to obscure his raging, juice dripping hard-on from view.
Paul continued rapping on the door. He stood at the same six foot height as his younger brother, Rex but without the dashing looks or shapely physique that his junior possessed in such vast quantities.
Life had been unkind to Paul...Paul always bitter since youth...now looked the part of the aging lower middle-class man who has spent a life living from one hard time to another. His bald head, haggard expression and pudgy over-weight body all added to the sad figure that stood before the posh London terraced home of Rex. Drinking too much for over 40 years also leaves untold scares both outward and inward...Paul would never be classed as completely sane on any professional mental health scoring system.
Rex knew all this far too well and dreaded this visit as he padded on his pink soled feet to the door.
The two brothers were so very different in so many ways...only a few years apart in age...but miles apart in all else. Rex always knew his older brother bullied him both emotionally and physically. Many dark secrets of his former home life sharing a room with Paul lay hidden and locked away in his mind....never shared with anyone! His mother and father had tried so hard to be loving parents to both sons...but Paul always knew better and always pushed the limits. Paul was always in trouble at school and never could keep friends or a steady job...the quintessential looser. And Paul was always jealous of Rex...he did everything he could to make his younger brother unhappy...Rex was so lucky to escape his clutches and rise up to be what he was today. His parents loved him dearly...and barely spoke of older brother Paul anymore. Paul cursed them once too often and stole their money just a few too many times. So Rex reluctantly opened the door to his older brother... a face he had not seen in so very many years. He mused on the fact that each of the few times he had seen Paul since leaving home had always resulted in him giving him money...Paul was always a taker!
He could not believe how Paul deteriorated since he had last laid eyes on him. Collin, he thought, had made a lucky escape from this man as well. He was so happy his nephew had come to live with him rather than suffer at this man's unstable hands.
"Well, Paul...it's been a long time. Come in!" Rex said gallantly as he gestured inward towards the living room. Paul grinning like a devil stepped boldly forward and surveyed both his brother and his home.
"You always live like a king...this place looks even better than the last time I saw...what...15 years ago or so when you moved in. And you....handsome as ever...prancing about in your silky robes...flashing your cycler's legs...always a show-off!" Paul ranted in a slightly funny, slightly sour tone.
"Sorry, Paul...I just stepped out of the tub. Running late today...sorry. Come in and have a seat." Rex said calmly as Paul lumbered forward on his mock cowboy booted feet into the pleasing living room.
Paul sat on the large comfy arm chair facing the couch and rummaged around in his overcoat pocket for his smokes. Paul, the only member of Rex's small family who smoked, grabbed his pack of cigarettes and fumbled one out; lighting it with a snap of a cheap plastic lighter.
"You don't mind if I smoke. I have been in need all the way down here on the train. Hand me that crystal candy dish...it will do nicely for my ash. So glad you could see me on such short notice. I know you are so busy and all...being so successful...glad you could squeeze me in!"
Rex remained calm and reluctantly handed over the glass dish for the ashes and sat down opposite his cruel older sibling on the couch. "I should dash upstairs and get dressed...I almost made it on time for your arrival but not quite." Rex said apologetically.
"No...it's fine. Stay as you are. Pretend I'm Collin. Bet you two are all snuggy-wuggy at night!" Paul said accusingly as he blew smoke into Rex's sullen face. Rex was taken back. He always did his best to treat his brother with respect but his bother always managed to say or do something that ruined any decent conversation between them.
"Now Paul, you know you asked me to look after your 23 year-old son. I am his uncle. NOT his lover! I treat him with deep respect and we are getting along splendidly. I have my life and he has his...you must just accept that Collin is gay and what I am...frankly, is not your concern! You should be proud of him...he is working and earning his own money. I am proud to be his uncle. Now what did you come here for....after all these years?" Rex said finally taking a breath. Paul, his bloated face smirking, took another long drag on his cigarette and laughed loudly...smoke snorting out of his bulbous nose. "You always could be so prissy. I know you are doing me and the wife a great big favour with Collin. Hell, you have the money and talent...you should be a blooming fucking whizz of a dad. Unlike me...selfish...fucked up, Paul!"
Rex rose up on the couch. "I never said those things about you. You are hard to take, we never did get along. But I do my best to respect you. You should do the same for me and poor Collin!"
Paul blew out more smoke, "Relax...baby brother. I just meant that you have it all....why not have my kid. He's more like you than me. His mother is so fed up with his attitude at home that she's happy he's out of her hair. You are saving us a lot of grief...really we all win....hats off to Rex!" Rex always found his older brother's sarcastic attitude very hard to take. And hearing about how he viewed poor Collin made him sick. How could he be related to this man?
Rex's earlier hard-on had long since subsided and he grew tired of his brother's visit even before 20 minutes had passed.
"What brings you here today, Paul? You could have checked up on Collin by phone!" Rex stated flatly.
"Well, had some free time. I needed an update on Collin and Collin has not been providing me with much insight into his new life here with you....he's been rather vague. I thought for sure he was in your bed!" Paul said grandly waving his lit cigarette about.
"Well, rest assured...he's not! What do you need....money?" Rex asked glaring back at the man who made his childhood a misery.
"Money...now that is kind of you, sweet Rex. I could always use some money. And maybe....more than you have coughed up in the past. Times are hard! You have plenty to share, you big successful advertising man...and with my providing you with my only flesh offspring...well, let's say....it seems only fair to pay for it!" Paul said with a sly grin exposing his decaying front teeth.
"You are a fucking pig! How dare you say that stuff....you are so perverted....so warped and sick. I'll give you money...AGAIN...but that's it...and then just stay away. Please!" Rex said in a shrill tone near tears.
"Hold on. Money now and whenever I need it....brother dear! Collin will never really be my son again...tasting the good life in London with sexy Uncle Rexy. No way. And if you don't do what I say...when I say it...you'll be finding yourself without dear Collin. Collin will be taken...by the nape of his scrawny neck back up north with me. And I'll say very loudly....Uncle Rex ruined him...broke his young heart and his tender ass....literally!" Paul growled with fire in his eyes.
Rex rose on his shaking legs and yelled back, "You are sick...really sick!" As Rex stood shaking in anger, his silken robe became unfastened and fell open down the front...his perfectly tight body, festooned in ginger ringlets came into view before Paul's rapacious eyes.
Paul inwardly gasped at the now naked body of his younger brother, a sight he had not seen in over 30 years. His younger brother's shape and form...at 50 no less...glorious and toned...it took his breath away.
Rex, far too worked up, did not realize his robe had fallen open and he carried on fuming about how wicked Paul was to accuse him of being a lecherous old uncle to Collin.
Paul had always lusted after Rex...he was straight but secretly bent...sadistically bent and twisted as far as his feelings went towards his virtuous younger brother. Paul looked hungrily at Rex's large uncut cock nestled regally in a rusty crown of pubic hair...his perfect man-cock swinging to and fro as Rex lectured on and on.
Paul always secretly admired Rex's red hair, dashing good looks and perfectly shaped manhood...but he always masked this lustful desire in other ways...sadistic and cruel ways...ways that Rex wanted to forget as soon as he moved away from home!
Paul said in a faux polite tone, "Pour me a drink, Rex...I'm so thirsty. Whisky will be fine!"
Paul lit another cigarette as furious Rex marched over to the sideboard and sorted out a whisky. Maybe if he served up enough booze, Paul would stumble away back to the train station...Rex mused hopefully to himself.
Rex spun around to hand his bother the drink when he realized his robe was wide open and his naked flesh was on display. He was just about to re-tie the belt around his middle when Paul grabbed his hand firmly...smoke rising from his cigarette. "Don't bother, Rex. It's about time I saw how my baby brother developed...down there!" Paul leered lasciviously and pointed with his gnarly finger at Rex's uncut beauty hanging between his shapely legs.
Rex felt sick and rocked backward as if hit by lightning...his brother gazing lustfully at his cock scared him deeply...and reminded him of things past and long, long kept secret.
Paul inhaled the smoke of his burning cigarette and then sucked back all the whisky in the glass tumbler. "Better fill this up, Rexy. AND pour a big one for yourself...I think we need to loosen you up a bit before we rekindle our brotherly love...ok?"
Rex felt his cock begin to quiver and enlarge. He hated his brother but this gruff intruder bursting into his quiet life was so forceful, so demanding...it actually made him feel sexually charged. He was still angry as hell but erotically enticed. He felt like screaming...but...it was so surreal, so reminiscent of the dark, dim past he once shared with this man under his parents' roof.
Rex was speechless and moved away, still exposed...and now with a partially erect man-tool just rising between the folds of the open dressing gown. He moved to the sideboard and refilled Paul's glass and made himself a double. Yes, it was just barely 11 AM on this bright Saturday and Collin worked until 5PM...just maybe all this would be over by then and Collin would never have to know his dad had dropped in. Rex said a silent prayer for all this as he moved back toward his smirking older brother, seated like a cheap cowboy booted king with smoke rising menacingly from his amber glowing cigarette.
Rex approached the foot of the arm chair and stood tall; drinking the double dose of whisky in one long gulp. His empty stomach churned as the boiling liquid descended and his head felt lighter almost instantly. He knew being slightly drunk would be the only way to survive this day with his maniacal older brother.
Paul grabbed his glass back from Rex and drank down his second whisky...all the while gazing over at Rex's delicious erection that stood magnificently before him in between the open folds of the dressing gown. The way the elegant foreskin was just open enough at the tip to expose his brother's tender glowing pink cock-knob...Paul licked his lips and dragged heavily on his cigarette.
Rex's head whirled and he faced his tormentor. "Consider me the sacrifice. I always have been in your book. Leave Collin alone...leave tonight before he comes home; spare him your vile company. I'll give you money...and whatever else it takes. Just be done and get lost!"
Paul blew smoke up towards Rex's handsome reddening face. "Look who is giving orders...you little shit! You'll do as I say...or else! You're such a prissy thing...BUT I always had fun in our private sessions alone back home...when mum and dad left you in my care. What are older brothers for anyway? But now we are so much older and wiser...aren't we! And I learned a few new tricks that I'd love to show my younger smartass brother....oh, yes!!"
Despite Rex's anger and hatred towards this man, his cock betrayed him greatly...it rose like an unsheathed sword before him; dripping copious pre-cum down the full, impressive length.
Paul dragged on his cigarette and spoke through tight lips like the thug he was. "Hey, Rex...shut up with all your high and mighty shit talk...your big cock speaks volumes. Just look at your dick...raging hard and dripping juice. You always were cock proud! Damn you! Today...you pay...with money and your ginger ass!"
Rex shivered and his dick surged upward. He loved aggressive sexual talk...even if it came from this pig's mouth. The whisky was making it all a blur and this added to Rex's constantly overactive sex drive which was now at the point of combustion.
Paul popped his cigarette between his teeth in an evil frown, slammed down his glass on the side table and with both his strong hands he tore the silken dressing gown from Rex's body. The fabric quickly ripped and tore into two large sections and Rex now stood completely nude before his perverse older brother. Rex's whisky glass tumbled out of his hand as the fabric was pulled from his body in such a violent manner, the glass shattered on the carpeted floor and Rex fell back upon the couch facing his brother.
Rex lay dazed; his legs splayed wide...his cock erect and wet. Paul stood on his cowboy booted feet and hovered over his naked younger brother. As in their youth, Paul used brute strength and merciless tactics to get his way...the passing years had not mellowed him, he was far worse. The years of drink and other expensive mind altering "substances" had taken a heavy toll and Paul was more monster than man.
Paul lifted his left booted foot and pushed it to Rex's face. "Lick my boot....slave!"
Rex knew the score. Do it quickly and maybe...it would all be over soon and Collin would be safe from this creep. Rex, feeling numb from the whisky...hesitantly let his tongue lap the dirty toe of the fake old leather boot. The taste was vulgar and he had to hold back the urge to heave.
Paul laughed and coughed out smoke. "You never did that to me back home, baby brother! See...new ideas...lots of them!" Rex gagged as the taste of dirty boot lingered in his mouth. Paul pushed the boot up even closer to Rex's anguished face. "Slip off the boot...be quick!"
Rex lifted himself up off the couch slightly and gripped the worn cowboy boot by the grimy heel and yanked it off his brother's chubby foot. The sharp smell of the emerging socked foot was acrid to Rex's nose as the boot fell away onto the carpet.
Paul plunged the dark brown socked foot into Rex's face, covering his nose with the thin, sweat packed material. Rex fell back again onto the couch gasping for breath. Paul held his wide foot tightly against Rex's nose and made Rex deeply inhale the stinking sweaty aroma as he watched with glee from above.
"Worship my foot...that's it....breathe it in...the scent of my hard life...my fucking low class life...BUT I am ruling over YOU...TODAY!" Paul sniggered dryly as he sucked in more smoke from his cigarette.
Rex found the scent of his brother's foot revolting. He loved men's feet and socks...but this was too gross. His cock sadly disagreed and continued to rage high like a flagpole and produce juice like a fountain.
Paul, too felt aroused. His wife was bore. His sex life was a charade; a mask for what he secretly loved...to dominate other men and make them serve his needs in all ways. A lust he acquired while living with his sexy, smart, adorable younger brother Rex. He had so many dark and wild fantasies and now...thanks to this Collin situation...he could finally live them out with his brother Rex as the proverbial "pound of flesh".
Paul shoved Rex back with force using his socked foot and Rex moaned in pain as his nose was pummelled in the process. Rex breathed fresh air as quickly as he could now that the foot was gone. Paul quickly yanked off his other tacky fake cowboy boot and threw it squarely at Rex's exposed ball sack. The side of the boot thwacked the target and Rex cried out in pain; grabbing his tender sack with both hands as the impact had sent cramps all throughout his abdomen. The pain seared and he cradled his balls as if they were on fire.
Paul strode off, avoiding the broken glass on the carpet, and refilled his whisky. Turning round to ogle his handiwork so far...Rex lay on the couch rolled into a ball, nude and in agony. Sipping the fine whisky he walked forward on his meaty socked feet and loomed over his victim. "This is only the beginning baby brother...we have years...fucking years worth of catching up to do!" Rex turned a tear stained face up towards his brother. "Please don't hurt me. You made me drink, so I am tipsy. And now you have assaulted my balls...I am really at a HUGE disadvantage here!"
Paul reached down and stroked Rex's tousled reddish grey hair on top of his head. "Baby Rex...you were always at a disadvantage with me this way. Sure, you beat me at school, at home, at making money...you are a top dog in London advertising...BUT with me...alone...like this...I rule!!"
Rex moaned and closed his eyes. He was aroused...the pain and pleasure mix always lured him in. But why with Paul of all people? Paul, his older brother, who he had such a sordid history with ever since he could recall. Rex just felt so confused. His only mission now was to keep his nephew Collin safe and secure from this monster....at all costs!
Rex was brought back to the present moment by the sound of tearing cloth. Paul was seated on the arm chair and was vigorously ripping the former silken robe into long strips of tattered fabric. Rex watched in horror as Paul ripped the strong material with no trouble at all...Paul was a brute!
Paul tossed the long strips of material onto the footstool near the base of the chair and stalked over to the large front windows of the living room. "No need for your neighbours to have a peek at your private activities today...they probably get an eyeful of your pretty ass on display most of the time...but NOT today!" Paul grabbed the curtains and yanked them closed...leaving the large room in semi-gloom with sun just filtering in around the edges. The sound of the land line phone ringing loudly cut through the air. "Answer it. Just be careful what you say, Rex. You know it will be bad for you...but don't make it worse!" Paul sneered as he tossed the handset of the living room phone over to Rex on the couch.
Rex wiped his tear stained face with his hand and pushed the answer button. "Hello." Rex mumbled.
"Hey, Uncle Rex. You sound glum...did Larry leave early?" Collin said in a cheery tone.
Rex knew he had to play this carefully. "Oh, Collin...it's nice to hear your voice. Yes, Larry is gone and I am having a quiet day alone!" Rex glared over at Paul who sat smiling maliciously back at him.
"Uncle Rex, I will be a little later than normal tonight. I have a surprise for you and it will take a bit of time...but when I get there you'll see what I mean. I know I sound mysterious but I want to make you smile!" Collin said in his most enthusiastic tone.
A tear rolled down Rex's cheek. "You are so good to me, Collin. You have been a wonderful addition to my life! Take your time...I'll be waiting for you!"
As the short call ended Rex felt both elated and depressed. Collin was such a great nephew and he loved being his uncle...something he never dreamed would happen. But this ordeal with Paul was scary and could risk all he had just established with Collin. Rex knew he needed to get rid of Paul as soon as possible...and the only way was to submit fully to him...mind, body and soul!
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