Date: Wed, 31 Aug 2011 23:55:05 -0700 (PDT) From: Chris Martin Subject: God Brother Ricky, Part 3 Warning: All events that happen are completely consensual between people involved in the story. If you are not of legal age, reside in an area where viewing such material is illegal, or are offended by homosexuality and/or homosexual themes, leave this site now. The author retains all rights to this story. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the permission of the author. God Brother Ricky, Part 3 I had a difficult time sleeping. Visions of Rick, and re-living the day's events gave me an erection; I jacked off while thinking about Rick and our bodies pressed against each other. I clearly saw his hard cock against his rock hard abs as I shoot a load into my towel. I laid back trying to catch my breath. I smiled thinking what could happen tomorrow. My cock remained hard. It ached to to be stroked. My dad woke me at 5:30. "Son, time to get up; Ricky is going to be here soon." I smelled bacon. My dad prepared a hearty breakfast of eggs, bacon, fried rice, and has warmed up left over kalbi. "Aaahhhh coffee aroma"-- I don't understand how something can smell so good but taste so awful! I settle for hot cocoa. Ricky is 10 minutes early and my dad greeted him at the door, "Morning Junior! Come on and have some breakfast." My dad always called him "Junior" afterall, he is named after his dad. Ricky accepted the breakfast invitation. He sat across of me and gave me a wink as he sat down. I smiled ear to ear when he winked at me. Chills or goose bumps along my arms. He didn't eat much being that he ate at home. My dad asked him questions about the academy. You know small talk. "Hey Uncle Tony how have you been keeping yourself in shape?" Ricky asked my dad. "I go my exercises in the morning, and coaching baseball and helping out with Boy Scouts," replied my dad, "sex with your aunty burns lots of calories." My dad covered my ears as he said the last part, but without success because I heard every word. The thought of my parents still having sex kind of grossed me out. We took my dad's pick up with the hitch. We picked up the boat at Mr. M's; Robby was waiting for us. (Robby was wearing jeans and T-shirt; he was getting ready to go to work.) He gave us some last minute instructions--where the best fishing spots were, which was not necessary cause Ricky and I pretty much knew were we going. "When you coming back to work?" Robby asked me. "I can't believe your dad gave you time off! He didn't when we asked if you go camping and hunting." "Yeah," I replied. "Me too. I'll be back on Monday. When are you going back to school? I have to go back to work in the kitchen for freshman orientation." "Me too!" Robby said. We talked about roommates and I found out we were going to be in the same dorm and diagonal rooms. "Nice!" I thought, and told him I was glad to be in the same dorm. We go over the things we needed; missing is the ice chest/cooler, but Robby lets us the use of their cooler. We are well stocked with two lunches. We made good time; launched. It's gonna be another beautiful day. Kind of laughing out loudly, "Is that the only kind of shorts you have?"He has military green ones. But as usual he looked hot! He steered the boat on the course; his arms are so toned--nice rounded deltoids, huge biceps and triceps are defined. He stopped the boat and we both checked the landmarks. After we agreed we were in the right spot, we started to lay the net. I loved watching him move -- muscles flexing/tightening. After we laid the net, we headed to another spot to go spearing. We did well! Speared a couple of Kala-- I am not familiar with the English name; this fish has razor blade like fins on its tail so you have to be careful. This fish is best cooked by just throwing it on a hot charcoal. We got back in the boat and put our catch in the cooler. Rick offered me something to drink: "Beer or soda?" "Beer" I answer him. He had one too. We sat facing each other; I cannot tell where he is looking because he had his sun glasses on, but he is smiling. "Why are you smiling?" I asked. "Just because," he answered still smiling. "Now what kind of answer is that?" I thought. He must have seen the confusion on my face. He sat next to me, "I like hanging out with you; you act so much older than Mark." (Mark is his cousin who is my age, attends the same boarding school as me, and moved to Maui in December. Mark is one of those guys the upper classmen picked on; the guy is actually a spoiled brat.) Rick grabbed my head and pulled me toward him and kissed me my cheek. I turned my head and kissed him on the lips. His lips felt soft and yet strong. Rick kissed me back, and stuck his tongue into my mouth that I sucked on with zeal. We do dueling tongues; and at one point when I feel stuck my tongue in his mouth, I felt him bite gently down on my tongue, which I liked! No, I loved that sensation! (I learned from this him.) I reciprocated the tongue nibbling on him. Rick broke the kiss, "People might be watching with binoculars." Yes, people will look out with their binoculars to see who is fishing; my dad has binoculars in his truck... point taken. The kiss gave me a hard on. I noticed too that Ricky's shorts is bulging too. We gathered the net, and separated the fish throwing them in the cooler. Good amount of fish. We headed back in to shore, and both have another beer. Damn, my hard on doesn't go down. Ricky seemed to be thinking a lot; he was quiet during the drive. We stopped the boat off at Mr. M's. Robby greeted us. His face still covered with some dirt from work. We gave him some fish. I drove him home. His parents came out to see the catch. They invited me to have some sushi (raw fish) and pupus with them, but I declined cause I had some chores to do. Rick walked me to the truck. "Hey wanna go torching tonight?" *********************************************************** My true life experience with my god brother is something I will always remember. As I continue to write of my experience, I felt like a 16 yo again! He was indeed someone in my arena of mentors, leaders, and inspiration. Any feedback, please share with me at Kaholo1154@yahoo.com.