Date: Fri, 30 Aug 2013 18:16:44 -0400 From: Blonde Mountaineer Subject: Brotherly Love - part 6 Brothers In Love – Part 6 by blondeallover@hotmail.com DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional account of coming of age and youthful sexual explorations. The content includes fantasies of coerced nudity in public exhibition. The content includes incestuous explicit attractions and sexual conduct between sibling males. There are renditions of other explicit same sex activity between males. Other family associations may be deemed too familiar and inappropriate. You are warned that such written content may be impermissible to some and offensive to other readers. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fictional account of young awakenings was inspired by Internet forums with postings by young males revealing deep attractions to their brothers, seeking the readers opinion about the pursuits of partnership with brothers in love and sexual bonding. THIS CHAPTER PRESENTS THE CONCLUSION OF THIS SERIES. NIFTY ARCHIVES offers readers a rich variety of written accounts of sexual conduct and activity usually deemed by conventional society as beyond normal and even deviant. As such, adult readers and writers of both sexes are provided a rare resource to read and post written accounts of exceptionally stimulating and titillating offering. Please support this valued web presence as generously as you can. "What are you talking about? Sure I can change things around some on the next tour to make things interesting, but everyone loves my playing." "It's a matter of interpretation Lincombe. Your solos are not always good contextually to the gig and number we are playing. You also ought to experiment more with different chords." "'Different chords'? What a load of horse shit! ROLLING STONE says I play the best bass guitar solos since Larry Taylor with CANNED HEAT 35 years ago." This is not the first time Gerald vocally tussled in a disgreement in private with group lead vocalist and keyboardist Cesare Crescendo. It was Crescendo's idea when the band was first forming that he emulate the 70s glam look while the rest of the band affected a more tawdry 'short haired' persona. Since then, each member of the band has developed his own style of dress and presence ~ ranging from hippie to '00s paranormal. Gerald dresses in black from kerchief head band down to motorcycle boots. 'Maze' Crescendo wears glittering curls down beyond his shoulders. Almost as if he were growing hair for a 17th century 'Bach' gentleman of means wig, it was originally platinum blonde but then dyed a darker color with blonde highlights for the last 2 tours. For the first 3 years or so, in his 6' 2" frame he worked himself as a gym rat so that he could perform shirtless. Topical conversation in relaxation with Gerald has been the shared interest in hanging out naked in locker rooms ~ the subtle but daring breeches of protocol and those sideways glances they could attract from others in attendance. The last tour, he has had to wear an open leather vest to help conceal an oncoming Jim Morrison paunch. He drinks, a lot, his ever present trademark flask filled with expensive French cognac. All the other band members are bisexual, at least during the tour. They frequently bunked doubled-up in close quarters at night on the tour bus when at least someone among the couples would climax somehow. Funny disputes in practice culminate in mock irascibility. "Oh, suck my dick!", or "kiss my ass 2 ways to Tuesday!" "I already have." Everyone would break out in knowing chuckles. All members have had everyone else's cocks in their mouths and asses in each other's faces at one time or another. These kinds of bonds actually enhance group empathy and shared purpose. Despite any rumors and allegations about this particular rock group, on tour, teenie boppers to divorcees in their 40s insinuate themselves back stage after the shows. Crescendo, of course, is the main interest, but all the other band players are targeted and sometimes even stalked. Gerald for some reason is a favorite of Goth girls. After a concert at the Hollywood Bowl, a very pretty scantily clad girl of about 18 or 19 led Gerald to what she knew was an empty dressing room. She set up a pair of I-pod speakers to her I-phone and played a live recording of the group that included one of his solos. She let a flimsy coat drop from her shoulders to be clad only in sequined covered bikini panties or bottom, topless except tassels. She skipped up to him in his comfy dressing chair and started to lap dance him to the music. Fans like this can be very unpredictable, so Gerald knew the best thing if at all possible was to accede to her wishes. He slouched down so she had best venue to rub and grind into him below the belt. It took several minutes, the playlist on the phone advancing to 2 other audios, and finally the musician was made to cum in his pants. He twisted and moaned. Even then the girl in her advances was not convinced. He prevented her from unzipping him. There have to be limits for everything. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be crude. But some guys have faked it on me. I just hate that." "Do I look like I am faking it?" Gerald does not get it. It is right there on his fb page. 'Hooray to be gay!' 'Out and proud' Rainbow banners on the wall. He is the butt of teasing jokes by the other players and road production people in the group. "Hey dude, we thought you were gay." "That 's what I thought. But with all the bootie that flaunts pussy in your face everywhere we do a gig, gay does not seem to be allowed." "You had your lawyers just renew my contract. We only have our last show to do in Phillie next week and we are through with this tour. After our end of the tour party the following week I am returning to my beach town to finish my master's thesis. Part of the new contract is that you are supposed to message me copies of the drafts of both new music and lyrics for our next recordings so that I can offer suggestions for changes. . . And now you tell me my interpretation is wrong. What are you some kind of nut?" "Listen, you little punk, you had better listen to what I tell you or I'll straighten your ass out good." Gerald broke into a little pert smile. "You, straighten my ass out? I wonder if you really could." The tall long haired ringleted man grabbed hold of Gerald with one of his big hands by the forearm and started to drag him out of the room. He led him down the hall of one of the top floors in the hotel Out of genuine curiosity the bass guitarist did not resist at all. He was led into a room further down the suites that Gerald knew the lead vocalist used as his bedroom. He was muttering about disobedient punks and who did people think was in charge around here anyway. Still clasping him by the arm he started opening drawers of end tables and plant top tables and grabbing at paraphernalia that anticipated intimacy to toss on the bed . Then Gerald allowed himself to be tossed on the bed. The heat that struck him below the belt that wrenched his dick alive hardly had him swelled and straining before the bigger man was on top of him with his tongue sticking into his mouth. One hand was fumbling at his belt. That sense of fluster and confusion as respiration becomes shallow, the pulse starts to speed up, and there is that lapse into a moment of confusion, he noticed that he was naked below the waist, even his socks were gone. The taller long haired man started to lift himself off the bed, but Gerald clung to him for an even deeper kiss. The dizzy oral affections so wrapped up in delicious tingles could not be interrupted too soon. Crescendo pulling himself away, regarded his now submissive prey with something of hunter's pride. "Lincombe, a moment ago you questioned whether I could straighten your ass out. Looking at you now with your wagging queer man queen's size and the way you are writhing on my bed for sensual contacts, I would say you want me to try. Well that 's just what is going to happen my little master's candidate. You are going to be further educated in a good ol' fashioned college graduate try. " Gerald was too breathless with excitement and lust to respond. The tall broad shouldered man had stripped off his shirt and his close fitting black tank top underneath. He must of squirt a ½ a tube of lube on to his fingers and a healthy cool squirt to the bulls eye before snapping up one of his captive's bare legs and thrusting 2 fingers in deep to the tiny passage that its owner attributes great personal significance. The assaulted one's eyes popped, his mouth rounded to a big 'O', and he moaned out his reply to the violent sensations that beset him. "Oh yes, my flaming fag friend, I can feel you need a very hard and intense straightening out." The fair skinned singer had only been wearing flip flops on his big man feet of rugged bone structure right into the toes, so baggy jeans and boxers dropped to affect nudity in a flash. Gerald gasped again with breathless abandon. He was not encountering the phallic structure of a Rick Joistman here, but he was a good inch longer than himself, at least as thick, and as straight as an arrow. He watched intently as his assailant tore open the rubber pack and unrolled the covering of stretched latex over and down evidently impatient man meat. Gerald noted that fortunately it was colorless and clear. One last mighty squirt over the top of lascivious intentions and he was seated Indian style at the end of the bed except his legs extended to either side of his partner he was about to penetrate . He reached to lift Gerald's lower thighs or ankles over his stretched shoulders. But the soon-to-be recipient pulled his legs back where he clutched them into himself at bent knee, presenting a sought after target as open and available as circumstances could allow. "That's nice queer man. I think you see now I've got the power and wherewithal to fulfill what so needs to happen." Aligning the covered and ready battering ram so dedicated to burrowing into grasping flesh of sorts, it was slowly pushed and shoved beyond rings of grasping muscle into tight heated moist tunneling, centimeters at a time so that its purveyor could watch the face of the recipient as he felt tight linings slowly stretch and separate in the advance of the most intimate of intrusions. Gerald gasped and exhaled his short quick breaths at being filled and then stroked in that most personal of tunnels, the central and rudimentary passageway that defines his most deep seated self image as a man of passion and chronic desire. It had been too long since he had been so meaningfully filled this way. Before his partner's climax and withdrawal , the inevitable thought crossed his mind that it cannot be so long again before he experiences the same. There was an all too short caress from the Adam's apple to the cock and below to the electrically charged nuts, when the assailing invader withdrew. Gerald was pleased that there was enough light in the room that his curiosity was being fulfilled. When a topping partner withdraws and before he slips away the rubber from the organ shrinking from having fulfilled its mission of ejaculatory emission, Gerald can eyeball an estimate of the quantity of milked load in the rendezvous. The silly nub at the end of the latex covering is usually not nearly enough in capacity to hold all the gush of masculine spray squirted out his dilated pee hole at his moment of optimal living unless he performed the same 2 or even 3 times within short hours. Provided the covering condom is clear or at least only tinted, a curious partner like Gerald (male or female) can inspect to see how much of the male fluids flood back over the head of the cock and even over the ridge and how far down the shaft, none escaping all contained, thus coating the organ to some less or more extent. It was a subtle point of vanity and male ego that Gerald was pleased that briefly exhibited to him was a long cock of Crescendo with male load milked by a tight hole in his moment of crescendo, completely covering a sizable cock head and more than ½ way down his thick shaft. Crescendo stood naked at the end of the bed mouthing a litany of obscenities and complaints at satiated but exhausted Gerald who made no attempt to cover his naked lower half. He studied the man who had just fucked him, quickly pulling off the already used rubber with its mix of odors of man sex and chemically treated latex into a mess of tissues. Without really looking down to monitor his own post coital hygiene, the standing man's eyes were still focused on Gerald. The man on the bed's eyes in turn were focused on the many individually wrapped handi-wipes used to bat-at more than carefully wipe down an organ soaking in sexual fluids. In a persistently critical tone, he bad mouthed Gerald and scolded him that now he had his ass straightened out it was time to turn over a new leaf and so on, and so forth. "Never forget I am the top bonobo around here." Gerald was so distracted by his attentions elsewhere , he did not comprehend a word the vocal focus of the rock group uttered. His eyes were fastened like a magnet to hard steel to the wiggles and wobbles of the man part that was being flitted about by the swipes of a hasty cleaning. Days later when Gerald returned to his family on the shore, he started to yearn for Mikey, but he would catch himself thinking how he could irritate and prompt Crescendo to 'straighten his ass out.' following his return to work. Short days later, Crescendo's girl friend approached him about the incident. She actually was employed with a public relations firm that was under contract for the group. She would whip up last minute graphic design and art changes before and throughout the tours. Olga Avrille wore black clothes like Gerald with occasional startling offsets of color. Her hair was dyed jet black, set very straight and bobbed with bangs sort of in the style of the vamps of the 20s. She always wore heavy eyeliner. He was reminded of the YouTube videos and other allegations of the odd ball retinue of Andy Warhol in the 60s. She spoke very slowly and too softly with a strange central or eastern European accent. She would accentuate certain words and syllables. "You must not misinterpret Cesare's intereeeeeesstt in your contributions as hostilityyyyyyyyy." How would you suggest I interpret it?" "He recognizes you as a true artiiiiiiissst." On tour, she would freely make passes at all the musicians. She was a nice slow and soft kisser, but as she would lure his tongue into her own mouth, Gerald's sensitive intuition told him that she was trying to evaluate him somehow ~ to get a sense of those things that he felt were important to him. Some women read tea leaves or read palms, Olga Avrille French kissed you. On one of those occasions Gerald conversed with her about 20th century adolescent culture and the pursuit of 'making out.' Not only was she ignorant of the 3 bases of advancement in intimate contact between partners, she was astonishingly ignorant of the sporting game the metaphorical notion of bases is premised on. He was astounded to be propositioned by her to make out on 3rd base. After having rubbed and felt the wetness of her woman lips (she evidently did not trim, let alone not wax) under her panties and the hardness of her nipples under her bra, feeling her stiffness as she would lapse into occasional soft orgasms, all for a full 45 minutes, she complimented him. "Oh yes, my friend! Your skill at 3rd base conffiiiiiirrrms my strong feeling from our earlier kisses that you are a sensitive and passionate lover whether your partner is a woman or a man." "Cesare loves very few people. I am one, our drummer is another. But he loves yoooooou too Gerald." "He sure has a funny way of showing it." "Pleeeeeeeeaasse, don't misjudge him. He has doouuubts about whether he is truly an artist himself. We haaaavve among our musicians some excepptionally skilled craftsmen, among the besssst in our field of music. But they are not really artiiiisssts, are they Gerald? But he knowwwws you really are. He ssoooooo admires your grasp of the innnntricacies of all kinds of music." "Then why does he feel the need to straighten my ass out, not that I mind, mind you? Perhaps he is right." "His aggressive passion for you is born from his own sense of perrrrssonal ambiguities. You mmuuuusssstt understand that he will hold you to a hiiiiigher standard of performance than the others here. He knows you have the capability to leeeeead the direction and expression of this effort going forrrrward. He has yettt to decide how he feels about that." "How about me? Can I, may I hold his standard of performance to a higher standard?" 'Mooosstt decidedly! He would not accept such a thing from me, Gerald, but he will from you." Within hours he was able to enjoy a quick visit with Mikey and Sophia, but the sex with his brother was all too brief and furtive. He would occasionally lapse into moments of despair that his cherished true aims in life would never be fulfilled. For all her eccentricity, Olga seemed a sympathetic and unusually sensitive soul. Perhaps she could set the right tone that would restore his motivation and his positive outlook. He took a calculated risk and confided to her that he has been deeply in love with his own brother for most of his life. At first she was silent and studied his face with some expression of warmth. "It is only a true artist who could open himself to remain to have such depths of feeeeelling for his own sibling. In this day and age, I believe even Joyce would approve. After all, the great romantic poet William Wordsworth was in love with his sister." "As far as we know, Wordsworth never acted on that love. That is one of many great differences between he and I." He explained something about his past and Mikey's ~ all about the tolerance and understanding of his beautiful sister-in-law. "Oh Gerald, you have already done so much to lay down the foundation of a shared life of true bliss and peace with your brother. If, as you say, deep in his heart, your brother has the same true feelings for you, have trust in the intuition and sensitive inspiration of your sister-in-law. Trust me, she will know how to sort out obstacles. You will all be able to fulfill your most profound desires. Those of us with a more esoteric outlook know that 'Sophia' is a female name for 'wisdom'." She said all that without any accentuation. Gerald was impressed. He had another true ally. Shortly after Gerald returned to his family home, he reorganized his room to best suit his needs in academic commitment once again. Very soon, he received a rare guest book entry in the band website directed personally to him. He claimed to have attended 2 concerts in the recent tour and that he was attracted to Gerald knowing he was gay. All entrants to the guest book must leave behind an email address, so intrigued, Gerald contacted him. He replied confessing to be married but was very bi-curious. He suggested they meet sometime and that it would be the fulfillment of his most fiercely embraced fantasies if a hot celebrity like Gerald Lincombe introduced him to joyous gay sex. Gerald responded setting ground rules, thinking his interested pursuer would back away. Their rendezvous point would have to be nearby, which meant the interested man would have to travel hundreds of miles from another very prosperous coastal community. Gerald would not pay any hotel and other related expenses. Rubbers would be a must. Finally, if Gerald somehow picked up 'bad vibes' about the whole exchange at any time, he would leave and return to home. He was surprised that the propositioning man agreed to all the conditions. The sex was not very good. He insisted right away that Gerald take his cherry with deep rectal penetration and friction. He also insisted that Gerald persist until orgasm despite his evident own personal discomfort. He was a good looking dark blonde man with slightly sad downcast hazel eyes, a height and build similar to Daddy's, but his condition suggested he had once been toned and fit but generally quit his regimen of exercise in recent years. Gerald gave him a long hot bath , thinking his coupling with this stranger would cease shortly. The short-term partner spoke of his declining marriage to his wife and their fixation on their 2 year old that seemed to distract them from affections toward each other. "I suppose you heard about Mickey Minstrelman, our lead guitarist who sadly had to leave us at mid tour. He has been one of the heavies with the rock scene dating back to the late 60s. Before the tour, we held a quick party for a road manager because his wife had just had a baby. Mickey is a wise old hippie and when he speaks of things about life, people listen. He told us when couples in love have a baby come into their life, it is important for each to consider that they have 2 babies. The needs of the 2 are very different one from another, but that both adults in the couple need the same nurturing and loving sugar as the baby. Couples have to understand that they are not just mommies and daddies to a new baby, but each other as well. "It is very different for couples just falling in love. So what is the change? Everyone knows when you have a child, your life is never the same. But what is the difference in the relationship of the parents when the baby comes? Mickey claims that when a baby arrives into a family household, instinct and intuition kick in for both parents. They conjure up for themselves feelings, curiosity, and neediness of their own childhood to adequately care for and accommodate the 24/7 intense needs of growing small children. But so much of that little boy and little girl they dredge up and resurrect to surface consciousness is vulnerable and needs loving and nurturing guidance from a parent once again. "Mickey is completely convinced by experience that parental couples should always smother each other with that parental love as well as the developing child. In evolution it is a mechanism of cementing the adherence of the nuclear family and the extended larger group. The dynamic can to some extent account for our survival as a species. He is the first to stress that this behavior runs completely contrary to modern day accepted norms of the prevailing society. Fuck the prevailing society and so much of its persistent failure. He claims that his own marriage was saved at the time their son was 5. He and his wife separately and together came to appreciate this stratagem. "So perhaps the best thing right now is for you and your wife to parent each other as well as that cute kid you've got. Who, knows? Maybe one day you will be able to show her that gay little boy in you." * * * * * * * * * In undergraduate school, Mikey and Sophia were acquainted because of some courses both attended. One day Sophia seemed gloomy and even distraught. Mikey wanted to be a gentleman to a dark young woman whose attractiveness was wrapped up in her sense of optimism. "Why are you sad, today?" "Oh my boyfriend and I just broke up." "Boyfriend? . . . Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. It is just that I have so often seen you in the company of many of the LGTB students." "My brother is gay. I guess the idea of same sex attachments has always appealed to me." Mikey looked to make sure no one was eavesdropping on their conversation. "I experience same sex attractions. I am actually bisexual." Sophia smiled at him in that glowing way she has. "Then you are the one who should be keeping company with LGTB people." "I tell you what, if you will consider accepting me as your new boyfriend, I will join and participate in campus LGTB." Soon Lincombe, the good looking slender shorter guy was regarded as bisexual, always in the company of a good looking black girl. The 2 were a little more mature than most of their peers and enjoyed being in each others' company. Mikey was able to be a little more himself, not so much the savvy and gnarly dude. Mikey rebuffed the offers of jocks to "pull mine out so you can suck on it." He was concerned that he would develop a reputation among a wide circle for being 'available' that way. Things could get out of hand. "The black girl is never going to have what you really want, Lincombe." He confided to a girlfriend always so keenly interested in such inclinations that his mouth watered and he was fearful of temptation. "We'll find that special kind and sensible discrete man." They never did. Mikey went to graduate school to study communications at NYU. While there, he was able to be employed with a small market radio station as a producer and sometime radio announcer. He still works there now and it us not especially lucrative work. Sophia received her masters from New Jersey state school system. Their graduate school tuition was paid in large part through an inheritance in Sophia's family It was a difficult time for them as they spent large segments of time apart. Shortly before they were married, they took up residence in a New Jersey far out bedroom suburb near where Sophia works. It is a long bus ride into the city for Mikey and he frequently works 1 day on the weekends. Occasionally, Mikey has visited known gay bars in the city and hooks up with an acquaintance to spend a night for some quick sex. Sophia is alerted of all the details of the experience. About 3 years ago, Mikey was producing and engineering for a show at the station that featured a professor at Columbia who is a known commentator, columnist, and blogger on the Middle East and central Asia. Ahsaly Khomar is an Iranian expatriate well connected with the international community at the U.N. After the show, Mikey introduced himself as someone, who while a graduate student had attended his guest lectures and admired them. The smooth talking only slightly accented short professor with sort of a broad smiling face was very engaging. He asked Mikey questions about his education, career, and family. How did his wife feel about his spending so much time away from their residence? Especially when someone is of foreign derivation, Mikey cannot be sure if an intent expression like Ahsaly's is sending a signal of interest. He decided to take a risk. "Well, my wife and I have sort of a crazy open relationship, especially where I am concerned." At some point in conversation and query Mikey excused himself to go to the men's room. "I will join you. I should have gone before you introduced yourself." They stood side-by-side at the urinals. No partitions had been set up between the plumbing fixtures as is often the case in our time. When Mikey had emptied his bladder and shook his dick, he was about to finger his front to pack it away back into his pants and zip up. The man next to him was able to interrupt his routine. Ahsaly unobtrusively but stealthily reached to clasp an apparently sought after organ before it could be concealed away again. The gesture had the desired effect for the perpetrator. It had been so long since Mikey had been fondled there by another man. Thousands of sensitive nerve endings came alive instantly as if they were part of the anatomy of a 13 year old boy in wondrous self-discovery. Mikey's cock was at full salute when he was lured into a toilet stall for deep kissing. "Come to my apartment where we can continue our new affair in intimacy." They took a cab to the man's fairly spacious rehabilitated and modernized apartment in the mid W 70s. They both stripped down to the buff, took a brief shower together and then 69ed together on the long leather sofa in the parlor. "Sophia, I've found someone and we both want you to meet him. He is just your type ~ oozing with charm and very cosmopolitan in Manhattan. Do you think you could come out this weekend where we would both stay at his apartment?" Friday nights, Mikey does some light announcing for a scheduled show. Even though his contribution is very light weight, he is expected to stay on for the entire show. He knocked at Ahsaly's apartment front door after work. "The door is open." Mikey thought he heard voices and a sort of scuffling from the other side of the door. When he entered the living area, there was his wife stark naked and moaning her pleasures. A joyous grin spread over Mikey's lit up face. On the same leather sofa, Ahsaly, also in the buff, was cock-planted balls deep in the woman's tight pulsing snatch, doggy style. When they finished their round of reaming and stroking between pleasure places, Mikey approached Sophia still beaming. "What did I tell you honey and sweets, did I find an awesome new friend for us or what? She grabbed the clothed man around the neck and hugged hard. "Oh Mikey, I love you so much. I knew you would find someone for us like Ahsaly, eventually." By an hour later, all 3 were in the dweller's luxury bathroom. Sophia was relaxing in the rich granite partitioned jacuzzi. Mikey was now stripped to the buff as well. His below the belt area rested on Ahsaly's lap, who was seated on the toilet lid. A small plush wrap around chair on rollers was used for Mikey to rest his head and upper back. The host was slowly but very sensually kissing, licking, and sucking at the male guest's cock. With one hand he would occasionally fondle the ample pouch of nuts, but more likely use his middle finger to tickle and massage his partner's delighted pucker. Mikey spread his legs open as wide as he could to allow Ahsaly much ready access to all the man charms. Sophia in the tub watched it all intently. She had a full crotch side view. The cocksucker pulled his mouth up just within an inch from the end of the cock, so that his audience could witness the first spurt or so of unloading warm man sauce burst into a waiting mouth. After all the climatic harvest had been sucked and eaten away, Ahsaly sensually rubbed at Mikey's firm and slightly hairy tummy about the navel for a time. He turned to the wife in the tub. "You have a very beautiful husband, Mrs. Lincombe." "I am reminded just how beautiful as I have just watched him having sex with a man for the first time. I am having such a wonderful time. It pleases me to no end that he has found us a friend who is also a very beautiful man." Always the gracious host, Mikey could arrive after a late shift at work and the 2 of them would sleep nude in the host's bed. On weekends, Sophia would frequently visit and she would sleep with the host in his bed while Mikey slept in the small convertible in the parlor. On the rare occasions when Ahsaly would visit his friends on the weekend in New Jersey, it was understood that Ahsaly would sleep with Sophia in her bed while Mikey slept in the small living room. They became a very comfortable triangle of convenience. Alone together in their apartments, all 3 would always be in some state of undress if not completely nude. Nude Sophia was a fixture at a kitchen table correcting papers of her students. "This boy could do much better than hand in homework like this. " Mikey and Sophia would escort Ahsaly to dazzling middle east side parties. He would take them to lunch to meet with professors, UN ambassadors, or UN staff. Everyone surmised that a man-about-town like Ahsaly Khomar was involved intimately with one or both of this couple, but it was elite New York intelligentsia and no one cared. Ahsaly was fascinated that Sophia could hold her end in specialized topic of conversation so well. He was impressed with her breadth of knowledge on international affairs. He considered her one of his ablest escorts. "Oh, I stopped watching CNN long ago." They met about the time of the #occupy movement. Anyone who knows this brilliant Persian well, is well aware of his leftist leanings. He would arrive at Zucotti Park some afternoons to give support and morale boosts to those camped out in occupation. More than once, he lectured and without bullhorns or other amplification, all his words were repeated for everyone's listening. Ever the nurse's daughter, Sophia would assist at the medical station. She was zealous in a drive to seek out area medical professionals to provide free aid and donate supplies. For especially lust lorn amorous couples, some gay or lesbian, Ahsaly would appeal to friends in nearby residences to provide showers and discrete bedrooms for intimate encounters. Sophia was emotionally distraught when the occupations were compelled to disband. About a year ago, multi-lingual Ahsaly took a whirlwind tour of Europe, Israel, Jordan, and Egypt, guest lecturing at many schools. Mikey and 2 others met him at Kennedy Int'l Airport. The Persian was glad to be home but excited about his trip. Later that night, the traveler who was glad to be home in his own apartment noticed Gerald looked forlorn. "What troubles you, my lovely friend." "Ahsaly, you have been away and both Sophia and I have missed you so. You 2 have been my whole world for a while now. But I have had to come to terms with my feelings for my brother. I've been such an ass. I have done everything to pretend my feelings are anything but what they really are for years." "My dear friend, listen to what I have to say. Sophia has often spoken of the love between you and your brother. Do not be so hard on yourself. As a freethinking atheist, I know we have all been victim to social prejudices and their unnecessary cultural constraints. In your predicament, you have been made to suffer worse than most. For years, you have only done what you can to protect yourself. Before I go on, I want to tell you something of my own circumstances. "I am nearly 10 years older than you are. This tour just completed, I have been made to feel my years, which are not so complete with youthful energy as they had been. To a certain extent, I will always be the New York gad-about that my friends know me to be. But I need to settle down with a family. I need to settle down with a family that will center around my friend, Mike Lincombe, jr. "Go to your marvelous, talented, musical brother and be as passionate and loving a couple as humanity has ever known. Divorce Sophia and I will marry her and make her my wife. But she is already my wife. No matter what, so long as you both shall live, Sophia will always remain your wife. I think you know these things." The dark-complexioned man smiled. "You would never be able to get rid of us. We will always be in your family. It is time to meet the rest of the wonderful family Sophia speaks of. Before long, Sophia and I ought to present Mommy and Daddy Lincombe with their first grandchild." Now it was Mikey's turn to smile. He hugged the shorter man and struggled to fight back tears. "I don't know what I have done to deserve such an awesome and smart friend." The next night the 2 of them spoke with Sophia on the phone. She was tearful but in a happy way. "I am so happy about the future. I think all 3 of us will be closer for the changes. . . . Ahsaly, welcome back again,sweetie. I don 't want a big wedding, but I want the Lincombe boys to be in the wedding party." "Of course!" Gerald was in the Caribbean on a retreat with 2 other rock bands. He left behind a number to be reached on his smart phone. "Guess what bro, I love you, man." * * * * * * * * * "Honestly, I cannot understand you younger people today. You intend to divorce your beautiful wife to make way for another man to replace you as her husband." "Mom, I've just told you that I have been wrong about myself all these years. I am like Gerald. I am completely gay. I have told you about Ahsaly before. He is a wonderful friend to both me and Sophia. He is going to make her very happy. Besides Sophia is always going to be a part of our family. I am very certain I want Ahsaly to be so as well." "And what about you, Mikey? Do you identify yourself as completely gay because you have found another gay man to love." Mikey cringed as he lied. "I have someone in mind who is not aware of my affections." "Well good luck on that one. I hope you fare better than that younger brother of yours. Your father and I have been disappointed to no end that he has never settled down with a nice young man, but gallivants around with those cretin musicians with all kinds of their deviant sexual tendencies whether gay, or str8, or something else altogether. "Young people need to learn the value of stability." Mikey knew this would be a sore point for a number of years. In fact, now he and Gerald craved stability in their lives. But what they would bedrock themselves into as stable would not ever be accepted by most other people. There is nothing like the excitement of committed lovers in their new apartment. They planned to live way uptown in the vicinity of Geo. Washington Bridge ~~ a more affordable very diverse neighborhood with a thriving gay contingent. One Saturday afternoon before they took occupancy, they lured Sophia to accompany them to give her opinion on furniture and decoration. "The divorce stipulates that Mikey and I divide community property. What would you boys like to have from the apartment in New Jersey?" The brothers looked at each other. "Just the kitchen table." The woman's eyes widened. "Mikey picked out that table, so of course you can have it. But there must be something else." She started to suggest some end tables and other odd items from the small living room. "Just the kitchen table." Just before starting the fall semester of her junior year, the brothers looked forward to their treasured baby sister, Eva come to visit them for advice on the apartment. They made all sorts of plans to take her with them to see many of the sites of Manhattan and of course meet with Sophia and Ahsaly. Her face was lit up when they greeted her at Penn Central Station. "My darling big bro's. My 2 little pieces of hunk heaven are finally shackin' up to fulfill a baby sister's dream come true." They were both stunned at what a formidable beauty she has become. "You look like a fashion model stepping off that train." "Oh! You know I've looked into that. A couple of agencies have gotten in touch with me. Dreamboat is looking into financing to pay for a boob job. If that actually happens, I think I'll try it, at least to make enough money to pay him back." "That's nuts! Your boobs look great just the way they are." She playfully slapped at Mikey. "That's a protective brother's bias." In the cab ride of several blocks, she spoke of the family. "Mom thinks you 2 may have gotten a little scared by New York and that is why you are living together. I feel obliged to agree with her about anything that sounds rational. It is going to be a challenge fending off those 2, bro's. Eventually Mom is going to be wondering why Gerald especially has not found a nice gay white collar type, maybe even a divorcee with well behaved children to settle down with. I just don't know if they could ever come around to how you 2 feel about each other. We are going to have to brain storm on that one for the next several months. "Genie, I feel a little better about. I think she has her genuine suspicions about why you 2 have moved in with each other. But at least she is beginning to come around to accept that you 2 are gay, especially now that she appreciates that Sophia is completely cool with upcoming plans. In time, I really believe she can come around to the idea that her 2 gay brothers are committed lovers and she will take some responsibility for protecting your discretion. I mean, come on guys, growing up knowing all the time you shared in that bedroom behind closed doors, in the shower together. She saw through all those tricks on Mom and Daddy and how much time you were together in that laundry room." The young undergraduate coed snickered and laid her head on Gerald's shoulder. "It was so great growing up with 2 horny guys who were so inventive and imaginative. "I guess you've heard that Carlos' wife has left him. He and Rick are bringing up that daughter on their own. Debby tells me that Rick thinks her first boyfriend is gay. He is totally not athletic and apparently a big nerd. I told her that is perfect. The girl will learn in early experience that boys are supposed to treat her with respect and courtesy before anything else. The 2 basketball haunchos have found a couple of drunk old floozies to be cover for them in public. "Speaking about Debby, isn't the success of her best selling book cool? Now that she has written a book about P.E. for young women she is planning her next book to be about P.E. for younger children. I am supposed to tell Sophia that she wants to get in touch with her about kids with special needs. After that, a book about P.E for middle school and high school aged boys. She wants Rick to collaborate with her in her next 2 projects." When they settled in the apartment and she saw that there was really no place to put her luggage by the king sized bed that filled the bedroom, tears came to her eyes. "It will be like old times. Of course, you 2 will be nude when we sleep together." She winked at Gerald. "I expect to lean up against plenty of nice warm night wood and soft fuzzy wild growth man garden." She giggled. "Dreamboat is always a little shocked when I tell him how we used to enjoy being together that way. He tried to pretend he wasn't listening when I told him of our sleeping arrangements this trip. He is used to sleeping in undies or sweats or something. But when we are together, I won't let him . He has to be my nice warm buff birthday suit monkey or he can't stay in my bed." She turned and smiled at Gerald. "So hot stuff bassist, have any of the rockers been hitting on you, lately?" Mikey answered for him. "He is trying to get that sleaze ball Crescendo to nail him again." "My sweet queer boy subbie brother will tell all the dirty details to his brother and sister who love him to pieces." "Gerald, reach into the closet and show Eva what you will be wearing on days you will be my house boy." "These days will be off-times between gigs, writing, recording, or otherwise planning." He rummaged for a time and pulled out a sort of flimsy satin French blue ½ kimono with oriental calligraphy in front. Eva could see it extended at best a foot below his waist. If Gerald had been especially well hung, he would be peeking. "Of course when I get home, my house boy here will not have completed all the tasks in a satisfactory manner and he will need to be punished." Rather than being entertained with the prospect of raunch in an explicit role play, they could see Eva was becoming emotional. She pulled out a tissue and was wiping her eyes. "Your crazy baby sister is still just that. This is the life I have always dreamed for you boys. That gorgon of a cousin Katelyn taught Genie and I how beautiful our brother Gerald is all those summers ago. Even though my own recollection of that day is sketchy, I don't think you 2 appreciate still what a defining moment in our lives that day was." She sniffled and started to laugh. "Katelyn finally had it with that religious nut case aunt and uncle of ours. A few years back she got in touch with a college senior online and now she is the house maid of an electrical engineer. There is talk of marriage and maybe her starting to take college courses. She may have a mean streak, but she is no fool. "And talk about subbies, I have apologized to Steve Lyceum more than once and he is always so sweet about it. I still have a little growing up to do and I certainly did then. He emailed me a picture of himself just recently and he is hot. He looks about 30 and I think is about as tall as Daddy, now ~ no more the baby faced high school geek. He has decided to major in pre-med and be a doctor like his dad." "What is his relationship status?" "His fb page doesn't show anything. What is really cool is that apparently Gerald and a couple of other of his gay friends have left a favorable impression on him. He talks about ultimately being sort of in general practice but with a specialty serving the health care needs of gay men. . . He writes that a classmate he has been seeing have together considered writing a pamphlet on the dos and don'ts of penetration for gay men. . I'm serious! Another pamphlet would be on the same for lesbians. He hints that she is a lesbian or is attracted to girls herself. So it is difficult to figure out if what is going on there is serious." That night, the petite young woman kicked and rolled about between her 2 nude brothers in their bed. "I like the tattoo on your lower back, Gerald." "Oh don't be such a couple of babies! Considering how you 2 are with each other, you should be gentlemen and let your kid sister cop her feels." The next morning, they decided they would go out for breakfast. Eva started to claim the bathroom for herself to take her shower. "Ugh, ok, but, well, Gerald and I want to give you a bath tonight. " She cast them a sly leer like Mikey's. "My 2 brothers are such dirty boys. I love it! I will take a quick shower and then you 2 can take yours. Tomorrow morning I will sit on the toilet and chat with you when you shower together just like old times, but this morning you will get total privacy and can talk about me together in secret. "Wait until you see me nude tonight. I've got something special to show you." "You didn't get another tattoo?" "Much sexier than that. Oh, I got one of my nipples pierced. That's pretty hot, but this is something that even makes gay dudes perk their peckers." Eva was on her 3rd glass of Chardonnay when she had been stripped and helped to be seated in the basin of the tub full of hot water. She was more gregarious than usual. Gerald was washing her hair and she had her legs as wide open as she could looking down. "So what do you think? Pretty sexy, huh? Not that I want you 2 to ever touch a hair down there. The older you get, let them get as bushy as they will. But they call this kind of wax a 'runway strip'. I had her keep a line running down to either side of my lips, because after all, I am a grown woman, not just a little girl still. "You're never going to believe where I got the idea to get this done. You know my friend Joey Krampus is active at LGTB and my best friend on campus. He has one. Oh I've seen him nude hundreds of times. I would come over to advise him on underwear before his dates back before he started partnering with Bruce Gadfly. Anyway, he has told me many of the campus gay men have been waxed this way. When men go into the parlor for that, when they take off their pants, they are expected to get themselves hard. When the beautician comes back into the work room, he is to be covering over his genitals with a towel, not at the pubic zone of course, and he is expected to hold down his covered boner. It has something to with how an erection being held in place this way stretches the skin in the pubic area, making it easier to lay out the hot wax and the fabric paper over it. "Sue Le prefers her male customers, at least the first time, to get naked before she starts to work on them. That way she can check them out all over and see if she can sell other appointments to remove chest and tummy hair, even at the shoulders and back. She also asks them if they are athletes who need their ankles taped. She can wax their lower legs so they don't have to be shaved their so often. "Oh that feels so good. You boys should go into business and be geisha boys for the ladies. . . Wash my tits down again the way you did before. . . Oh now, Mikey wash me at my thighs, especially at the insides. . . . . " "Eva are you alright?" She was flustered as she tried to regain her composure so as not to alarm her brothers. "I'm going to need to lay off the wine for a couple of hours. I guess you can see I still can get off with a hair trigger. Dr. Chia asks me about that every time I have a checkup with her. I actually like being this way. Dreamboat thinks it is because he is such the Prince Charming for stud service, which he is, but that is beside the point. Str8 men have such fragile egos, let him think that." Gerald asked, "would this be included in our geisha boy service?" Eva guffawed. "You'd better not advertise it that way bro's, or Mr. Giuliani will come after you." "Especially if he knew geisha boys were providing this very personal service for their own sisters." Eva in the tub burst into a big smile. "And the geisha boys in business are brothers who get it on, on their own time." Mikey spoke up. "Just think of it as family extended incest." Eva started to splash in the tub and raised her fists in the air. "Lincombes rule! Woo Hoo! . . . I would never have thought of it that way. My bro's just committed a sort of incest on me. We are so BAD !! We are almost as bad as our Viking ancestors who raped and pillaged." The soaking wet nude young woman laughed almost frantically. "And I raped my old boyfriend. . . . When I tell Dreamboat about bath time this afternoon, he is just going to freak until he pees. . . . We've got to do this again tomorrow." The next day at the same time, Eva was assisted into the hot bath her brothers' had prepared for her again. "Are you sure you don't want to bathe yourself this time?" "Screw that idea. My queer bro's are good geisha boys. They got great hands. . . . Anyway, I didn't tell you about my dream yesterday probably because I got too drunk. First, Dreamboat knows how to dominate and keep me in line. Even in the winter, he can wrestle my clothes off to buck naked in only a couple of minutes. I cum like a banshee with a vibrator ~ ruins my bras, though. But he had been a scout with some sort of church cult thing and knows everything about knots and ropes. He could tie me down, bound and gagged in a couple of minutes more. I would never dare tell him I could go for the kidnapping thing. "He would take it way overboard. He would probably fuck me while my wrists in back are tied to my ankles or something and then would be so excited by the whole shebang, he'd invite his friends who had just watched the show to fuck me too. "At any rate, I had a dream just after my exams at the end of last semester. It was way crazier than any sex fantasy or anything anyone has ever told me before. The campus thing can be almost as bad as high school. With my looks, I was expected to pledge a sorority. Fuck that idea. The bitches were offended to no end when I joined campus Green Party. In my dream, the house of one of the most obnoxious sororities has a fire. Well they claim that some of my clothes and books were found outside near where the investigation shows that the fire was deliberately started. The bitches were trying to frame me and it seemed like it worked. "The school administration was about to expel me except Dreamboat, who has never had anything to do with that school except know me, managed to convince the trustees that I should be allowed to continue because of my good grades. Instead, they would negotiate a punishment for me. I was not to know the details of the punishment until they actually started to occur. "One late Saturday afternoon, Dreamboat had come to visit me and help with some course assignment before we would go out later. We were in my dorm room while the school was at the stadium for a home football game I could of cared less about. Well it was about 7 and after dark and suddenly he stood up and told me that my punishment was about to start. As I was being escorted to the elevator, he reminded me that if I did not cooperate fully, it would mean my dismissal from school. "I was led into a small lounge of the dorm on the first floor probably reserved just for the purpose. There he and a couple of his friends bound and gagged me, although they never blindfolded me. Just like with Steve, they removed my shoes and socks only. I was placed on sort of a stretcher like gurney and covered over with a blanket. It took a while, but I was finally carried to the stadium just as the crowds were leaving after the game. I was placed directly under one of the goal posts where I could see all kinds of rigging and pulleys were being attached to it. I could see campus security was encouraging and escorting girls and women off the premises. Apparently, my punishment was to be witnessed by men and boys only. "Well my ankles were untied and instead retied to a rope hanging high up from the cross bar. "Behind the whole contraption Dreamboat was pulling on a rope guided by sort of a make shift winch and it had the effect of starting to lift me upside down up to the crossbar. Part way up, a spot light started to shine on me. Unless I looked directly into it , I could still see all about me. That is when I started to get embarrassed and my sense of degraded humiliation only started to turn me on some. All male eyes were trained on me. Players from both teams were coming out of the locker rooms apparently with only just towels wrapped around their waists and they were allowed to get closest to the goal post. Some of them were sopping wet still, not even having started to dry themselves after their showers. "I was glad the binds around my ankles felt tight because you know I have some fear of heights. When I had reached the cross bar, everything stopped while Dreamboat took time to climb himself into a sort of cherry picker and raise himself up in the bucket where he could reach me. First he cut my binds at the ankles again one at a time each to tied then to ropes that had been aligned to the cross bar with pulleys. Then, . . , he started to cut away at my clothes. Every time a garment would fall away to the ground, there would be cheers and whistles all around. "I was mortified with embarrassment but also super turned on when Dreamboat cut at the clasp of my bra and it fell away to whoops of joy. Even in my dream, I could feel the effects of gravity upending my pair and the cool night breezes brush up against my hardening nipples. The girls in the dorm with the biggest D-cup-size-and-up sets will sometimes hang upside down over the sides of the beds topless to relieve the strain on their chest they carry around all day even with the best made sling shots for queen sized knockers. You guys know I would rather have been blessed with bigger tits, but I wouldn't last long with big melons like that. "But I digress. The 'piece de resistance' as they say was yet to happen. When Dreamboat cut away at the crotch and and then the side of my panties for them to fall away, I thought my moment of involuntary disgrace was complete. Surely there were men with video cams below and the moment would be recorded on the web for all time. But I was wrong. I looked up and they were shining a much smaller but much brighter spotlight directly between my legs. In my dream, I had not just gotten my wax, but had not gotten any wax, not even trimmed, and the mess of pussy was glistening with sopping wet hair pie. "I could see men and the players below were frantically sharing binoculars with one another to get a good sight of my wet, ripe, and ready young female part. But this was just the beginning. Ropes were pulled from either side of the goal post tied to my ankles that effectively started to spread open my legs. Men and boys were cheering and chanting out, 'spread them! spread them!'. They spread me open I think as far as they could before they must of thought I could be hurt. With visual aids, surely they could see my swelled up reddening woman lips as well as all the soaking wetness. "But somehow they were able to start to mechanically lower the cross bar with me so lewdly tied on to it. Just the thought that those nude players might be able to get at me got me turned on to the max. I was dribbling my leaking wetness down both my tummy as well as the cheeks of my ass. Some men stepped behind to get a good look at my spread open ass. "The most exciting of all was that some of the players had dropped their towels around their waists, bare naked and with hard gripping fists, jacking off huge Tom of Finland man cocks. Just as they lowered me enough where some of those naked jocks could reach up to get at my tits, I woke up. "I was a mess. I was covered with sweat and had to get up to take a shower. . . Whooohh! What's wrong with you 2 this afternoon? Let's put some moxie into those wash cloths." Good byes with a precious young woman almost as valuable to them as life itself was tearful but without regrets. Sniffling back tears, "Mikey I am glad you are going out to that Jersey 'burb and visiting to spend the night with Sophia every couple of weeks. Somehow that word got out and Mom thought it was all very weird since you 2 are supposed to be formally separated. But she felt better when I explained to her that Sophia gets lonely out there. Ahsaly is busy and can't get out to join her very often. Divorce or not, Mikey there are always going to be times when that sweet woman is going to need you and I am glad you intend to be there for her. But when you can, bring Gerald along. She always talks about him. She loves him as much as I do." * * * * * * * * * Within a couple of weeks later, they were just short of adorning the small apartment with the finishing touches and they were feeling amorous that night with the aid of good wine for Mikey. Slowly, one or another items of clothing would be playfully tossed aside. They knew their new life together was still in need of finishing touches. The matter of Mom and Daddy may never be completely settled. They were dropping hints to a couple of old queen gym rats of the New York men's athletic club, friends of Ahsaly's, that they are in need of boyfriend cover among polite society. Gerald decided that the best thing might be to look for quiet work teaching music and leave the band after the conclusion of his contract. He knew he could count on Olga Avrille to help smooth over that departure. He was already in touch with other musicians and hoped to provide consulting skills for music composition and production. When they were both naked and cocks braced with twitching desire, they leaned into each other as they stumbled into the bedroom. This was living life to its ultimate satisfactions. On the bed, they did not kiss so much as licked and nibbled at each other. Breathy exhalations were warm tender breezes against sensitive necks and faces barely turning rough with ½ day old beards. Kissing is not just for mouths, but in the affairs of men in love with each other, about each others' pencil eraser sized nubs that are hard stiff nipples. Passionate kisses are always reserved for the backside tender puckering flesh that serves as awaiting barrier for the most intimate contacts among some. Such as it was for Gerald that night. Lubed and ready, as he crouched and sat to breach his barrier with Mikey's thick pulsing manhood, his ring and the flesh beyond spread and parted to hungrily feast on the desired roll of flesh of his own brother in an act of intense bonding that knows no equal. He knew he would crave this sort of contact to the end of his days and eagerly anticipated the day when tests would reveal that both brothers were virus free. They would then be able to shoot to each other gifts of love deep into their corporeal centers, bare and free to sense all the pent up desires. Mikey's skilled clasping fingers and thumbs massaged and worked Gerald's tool to churn up liquid heat and explode ropes of jizz from a gaping piss slit in bursts of climactic celebration for his own brother. The resulting intense grip of rectal orifice against Mikey's mightily worked over meat caused him to snap his spring of hot pleasure deep in his loins, nuts, and the root of his cock to squirt great measures of his own man sauce into the latex that was covering his delighted organ. Naked, cuddled, and snuggled into each others warm protective hugging arms, Mikey was the first to speak. "I love you Gerald. You know I always will, even if we have to always live dangerously."