Date: Fri, 9 Jun 2017 04:42:10 +0000 (UTC)
From: Chaos Wolf <chaoswolf04@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Gogo Brothers

Disclaimer: The following is a story of a homosexual nature and is sexually
explicit. Please do not read if you are a minor or if it is illegal where
you live to do so. Remember to think smart to play smart. Use protection. I
present a story of a young man who gets a stepbrother that grows up to
become a source of desire. If this sounds like something you wish to read,
be my guest and read. If it is not, go back and look for another story to
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The Gogo Brothers

Some surprises are nice, others can be traumatic. Take my parents for
example. I thought they were happily married. However, while I was away at
summer camp, the unthinkable happened. The weekend before I left for camp,
we had a nice lunch in Kemah and we had no idea what my dad would soon
do. I didn't know anything about what had happened until my dad picked me
up. He was detached about what he did saying that he had been living
separately for a couple of weeks. He only told me when we were less than a
mile away from home. He dropped me off and drove away. I, Diego Hurtado,
had just become the man of the house at age of seven.

The next several months were rough, very rough. My mom was beside herself
with grief. She worked hard to provide for the family because she had a
steady and well paying job. My dad found employment difficult. It wasn't
that he was shiftless. He loved what he did and worked hard, but he was in
a fickle industry. From time to time, he would be laid off for months. He
felt that she made the decisions and he would just go along with what the
decisions were. She said that she was hopeful that there was a chance of
reconciliation. That was not to be as divorce soon followed.

The months went on and we tried doing new things. We found new places to
eat and we did yoga and would go jogging frequently. These things did help,
but every now and then, there would be sadness. Mom couldn't just let go as
easily as my dad did. As for me, I was frustrated by the situation and
whenever I saw Dad for visitation, there was awkwardness.

To deal with the awkwardness, I turned to drawing. It was my attempt to
record my dreams. My first drawings were of me holding hands with animate
plush animals or trying to replicate cartoon characters. I tried and tried
and slowly got better. I would show them off to my best friend Sean Grady
who had ginger hair and freckles. We were in the same grade. He was very
energetic and witty. Sometimes he was a bit too energetic because he would
have trouble sitting still occasionally.

A year after the divorce, Mom started to move on. What set it off was that
Dad moved to another state. I never saw him again. There had been no other
guys in Mom's life, so it was more challenging for her to seek male
companionship. She went on a date with a man named Jotaro Kobayashi who was
in the pharmaceutical field. This became another date which became another
and another which became a fifth which turned into a discussion that it was
time for us to meet. She asked if I was okay with the two of us spending
time with him and his son whose name was Daigo. I would be lying if I said
that I wasn't nervous at all. I was more curious than anything else.

I told her that I was interested and her reply was a simple nod. She told
me that Daigo was my age, just older by four months. While the idea of
something more formal sounded nice at first, they settled on something fun
for a first meeting. The plan was for them to pick us up and then go see a
movie and then go out for pizza.

Mr. Kobayashi had been uneasy about trying to enter into a relationship
himself because he loved his wife and her loss was devastating especially
since it was sudden. For a brief moment, he considered moving back to Japan
in an attempt to run away from the pain, but their son was born here in
America. There needed to be some modicum of stability, so he stayed put and
eventually his heart healed enough to seek companionship.

The day finally arrived. I was antsy all day and I was in the living room
for most of the day to keep watich. I couldn't take it anymore and I
retreated to my room to keep my mind occupied by drawing. Time seemed to
pass by quicker this way and I was told that they'd be here in about twenty
minutes and I headed downstairs. I then heard a door close and then
another. Mr. Kobayashi was taller than my Dad, but not by much. He was
clean-shaven except for a thin moustache and a small patch of hair
underneath his lips. Behind him was Daigo who had grey sneakers with yellow
and green highlights. Above that was a pair of jeans and above that was a
black tee with a wolf's face on it with Japanese script next to it. Above
that was Daigo's face. He seemed quite friendly and I really wanted to get
to know him better. We got into their SUV and drove off.

We had loads of fun. We went out for pizza and then saw a film called
Cthulhu and Friends which was a kid friendly CGI flick that was loosely
based on the Mythos of HP Lovecraft. Our parents found out that we both
enjoyed monster movies specifically so it was thought that this would be an
excellent icebreaker. We didn't know that we had this in common until the
ride back home because we talked endlessly about the flick. We got home
late since on a whim, we went out for cake.

Over the next couple of years, our parents continued to go on dates with
each other while all four of us got together every Saturday to go out to
eat or go watch a movie or both. Daigo spoke fluent Japanese and I thought
it'd be pretty neat to learn. Mom said I didn't have to, but I wanted to. I
started to take lessons and was helped by Diago and his father. It seemed
that we were like any blended family. There was just one thing.
Mr. Kobayashi treated us to a meal at Il Desiderio which was an upscale
Italian restaurant. After the meal, he got up, approached my mom and
proposed. There was a type of happiness in her eyes that I hadn't seen in
the longest time. She hugged him and said yes. I looked at Daigo with a
smile and he smiled at me. We were going to be stepbrothers. The following
spring, they got married and they moved inside our house. We had an empty
guest room next to my room which became his room. I helped him bring in his
stuff and set up his room.

More years and I would hear from my birth father less and less until it was
only a card on my birthday and a $25 gift card. He didn't even write
anything in it. As a result, I started to think of Mr. Kobayashi more as my
proper dad and when he adopted me, I readily accepted my new last name. Now
let me tell you about my brother Daigo. What is the first word that comes
to mind? Okay, two then. Teen hunk. He had developed into a broad
shouldered guy. He would tell you that it was in the genes and that most
Kobayashi men were built. He showed me pictures of his cousins and he was
right. He made it seem like he could just snap his fingers, but he really
worked hard to look like that. He worked out a majority of the week and his
muscles showed his effort. His pecs, abs, and biceps were rich and
thick. That was just the ice cream of the brother sundae. The cherry on top
was the bubble butt he had packed into those trunk style briefs which were
accompanied by two nuts of flesh. I longed to take my hands and explore his
unclothed body, but I held back. We were brothers. There would be those who
would say that a male having the hots for another was wrong and more who
would say that it was wrong for that guy to be a relative, but I loved him
both as my brother and as a source of physical attraction because I
possessed a deep attraction towards athletically built guys. Sean Grady's
body was also sculpted the same way. As for me, I was lean and toned.

By this time, we were seniors at Schwab High. Sean was the star quarterback
and Daigo was running back. I attended every game to support my school, but
I got to watch them in their football uniforms as a bonus. I loved the way
the players' butts moved in those pants. Me, I was part of the track team.

I didn't abandon my drawing. I continued and continued at it until I was
really good at it. The walls of my room were adorned with my creations. I
drew mostly anthro animals or mythological creatures. Occasionally, someone
would approach me about collaborating for our quarterly publication of
student drawings and writing where I would do an illustration for a
story. A few at school would call us the Gogo brothers because of our
similar sounding names. It seemed to stick.

Sean seemed to spend more time to Daigo than with me. Was I jealous? No, I
was not. They were both great guys and they meant a lot to me. Besides me,
Daigo spent most of time with Sean. It seemed like they would go to the gym
at the same time and on field trips, they were always sitting together if
there was no assigned seating.

One Saturday afternoon in late October, our parents had gone out for most
of the day to an art fair that was in another town. We were told that
they'd be back around 6pm and we would go out to eat afterwards. I ran a
couple errands including going to the art supply store to get another
sketchpad. I thought I would have to make another stop, but I founded what
I needed so I headed home. I found Sean's jeep parked out front. I hadn't
invited Sean so it must have been here to see Daigo again.

I opened the door and headed upstairs. I heard J-Pop music come from
above. Nothing unusual there. When Sean came over, and the door was closed,
my brother had the music playing. As I headed past my room to get to mine,
I saw that the door was open. I glanced on my way, and did a double take.

The fly of Daigo's jeans was open, his dick rock hard and jutting out with
foreskin pulled back. He was wearing a plain tee displaying the kanji for
ice and his letterman jacket. With him was Sean who was on his knees. Daigo
was in his beanbag chair, head leaned back in pleasure while Sean's back
was facing me at a slight angle. My brother's dick was sliding in and out
of my best friend's mouth, a hand holding onto his ginger hair.

My shocked face turned angry. How could Daigo do that? Sean was my best
friend and my brother was making him give him a blowjob. I was about to
burst in and break it up when I saw the expression on Sean's face. His
tongue slid all the way from the base to the tip. He looked up at my
brother with beaming eyes. The look on his face said that he not only loved
what he was doing, but said that it wasn't the first time he had pleasured
my brother. The look on my brother's face said that Sean was great at
giving head. Conclusion: our school's all star quarterback was also an all
star cocksucker.

My jeans twitched as I stood there. I massaged the front of it. I was too
mesmerized to think about that they might catch my voyeurism. My jeans
started to feel cramped. I would have let my monster out, but I was
enjoying the feeling of it trying to escape. It was a thrill watching my
best bud please my Nipponese brother. Sean was a pro. Every time that he
brought Daigo to the point of climax, he slowed down to prolong my
brother's pleasure. Part of me wanted to join in the fun, but the other
part wanted to let them enjoy each others' intimate company. I then sneezed
unfortunately. I was not the only thing that sneezed.

Globs of Japanese jizz plastered Sean's bewildered face. Panic set in. They
babbled excuses saying that they were looking at porn even though the
computers were off and there were no magazines about. They fought with
their hardons and tried to stuff them back in their jeans. When that didn't
work, they tried covering them with their hands. They looked at each other
uncertain what I would do. They didn't have to wait long.

I squatted down and leaned forward. I held onto Sean's shoulder and made
long licks against his freckly face to clean up the spillage my brother
left. As I cleaned up my best friend, I could hear Daigo mewl in
pleasure. Whispers in Japanese escaped his lips, "Hai, onisan. Anata no
shita o tsukatte kirei ni suru. Yes brother. Use your tongue to clean." I
licked and licked until I had finished wiping the cum off my best friend. I
then turned my attention elsewhere.

My brother got up to get a napkin for himself. I said "Hold on". With both
hand, I gripped the butt that brought many delights to my eyes. I bent my
head down and took my brother into my mouth. My tongue swirled around the
glans and flicked against the slit until I was sure that he was clean.

"Hey Diego, can you help me again?" My brother and I looked at Sean who was
pumping himself. He was really close so I dove forward. I was just in time
as his dick throbbed in my mouth. Irish cream flooded my mouth and I flexed
my throat to swallow what he was dispensing. I slowly took off my mouth and
squeezed along the way to secure every last drop.

We looked at each other and smiled. Smiles turned to giggles which turned
into full blown laughter. They looked down and saw the outline my arousal
made in my jeans. Looks like someone else needs help.

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