Date: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 18:00:45 +0000
From: Marcus DaCosta <marcusdacosta@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Half-Brothers series, chapter 8

HALF-BROTHERS

This story is about the growing relationship between a two sets of
half-brothers, in each case, one is over 18 and one is younger. If this is
not your thing, or is illegal to read where u are, please click the exit
button. Otherwise enjoy. I appreciate your comments, instructions and
participation as the journey progresses. Details at the bottom. All usual
nifty pre-ambles and legal bits apply.

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Characters:

DEAN COLLINS: 22 years old
JAKE LANSDOWN: 12 year old half-brother of Dean
JASON JONES aka 'SHANKS': 18 year old friend of Jake.
JAH'VON JONES: 10 year old half-brother of Jason
GURPREET SINGH: 35 year old Asian man (presumed to be 30 at this stage)
DEEP SINGH: 11 year old son of Gurpreet (age unconfirmed in this chapter)
KAI JOHNSON: 18 year old cashier (age unconfirmed in this chapter)

RECAP:

I turned to the screen and said to Jason. "This is all YOUR doing isn't
it?" It was rhetorical, so I continued. "When you come on Friday, bring
that sexy boy with you, and bring your passports, I'm taking the four of us
on holiday".

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CHAPTER 8: The Singhs

Jake and I laid back on the couch to finally get round to watching the last
half of `TED', it was an hilarious film, but the humour was probably
exacerbated due to the phat zoot that we shared, and the cans of Bud that
we sipped as we watched. The film finished and Jake flicked over to Sky
Sports 1.

"I'm off to bed bro" I said. "I have to get up early for work
tomorrow. I'll be sleeping in your bed with you, as my mattress is still
drying; I beg you don't wake me when you come to bed".

"No problem fam" Jake replied.

I continued: "I will leave some money out on the coffee table for you, and
my spare Oystercard which you can use on the tube's or buses. I'll leave
you a set of keys. Have fun exploring London bro, and if you get lost, call
me. You remember how to get to Bermondsey tube station bro?"

"Course fam, its just down there" Jake insister, pointing at the door.

I went into my room, dragged my mattress back inside from the balcony in
case it rained during the night, and sprayed it with a bit of fabreeze so
that my room would not smell of piss by morning. I had a quick shower to
wash every trace of the day's activities off my body, dried myself, put on
a clean pair of white Tommy Hilfiger boxer shorts, retired to Jakes room,
and climbed into bed. I decided not to sleep naked today as I genuinely
needed to be fresh for work in the morning, and I wanted to remove as much
temptation as possible. I set the alarm on my phone to wake me at 6.30am
and drifted off to sleep, dreaming about the most intimate of moments that
I had shared with Jake today, not to mention replaying Jah'von's
deflowering over and over in my dreams as I slept.

I woke at 6.40 in the morning, with a heavy head and heavy eyes that were
almost glued together with sleep. I did not remember pressing `snooze' at
6.30am, but I must have done in my sleep. I checked my phone, and there was
a whatsapp message from a number I did not have in my phone. It read
`Thanks for last night cuz, see u man Friday, Shanks'. I saved the number
as a new contact `Jason Shanks' and rubbed my eyes. I regretted smoking
that zoot so late last night, it was seriously strong skunk, and I was
feeling the brunt of it this morning. I reached over, noting that I was
alone in the bed. I got up and wondered out into the living area finding
Jake asleep under a throw on the couch with the Sports Channel still
playing.

I showered and shaved, dried off, dressed in my navy blue Armani suit, with
a light blue shirt, and navy tie. Put my size 9 Gucci shoes on; I left
£20, the spare keys and my Oystercard on the coffee table and headed out
of the door, rose the lift to the ground floor, rushed up Southward Park
Road, and headed down Jamaica Road to catch the Jubilee Line from
Bermondsey Station. Though tired, hanging in fact; inwardly there was a
`spring in my step', the colleagues that I had left in the Metro Bank on
Friday afternoon, seemed like a distant memory considering what had
transpired between then and now. I was a different man. More confident,
more brash, more apt at bravado, this would probably make for a better
banking-sector employee, and I was certainly more prepared for the alleged
drug-fuelled-boy-fucking that allegedly goes on in the higher echelons of
the banking sector, if I was every lucky enough to be promoted that far. It
certainly had a new level of appeal to me. I was going to be more
competitive and determined to succeed.

Jake on the other hand, was determined to sleep off the effects that the
mixture of skunk, alcohol and sex had had on his young body. It was
difficult to remember that he as in fact only 12 years old. I wondered if I
had done the right thing allowing him to wonder the streets of London
unaccompanied, but rested in the knowledge that if he was to get lost, the
worst case scenario would be to tell him to stay where he is, and go and
retrieve him. Deep down, I suspected that he, though 12, would navigate the
streets and public transport of London with as much expertise and prowess
as he had navigated my body during the last three days.

It was midday before Jake prized his naked and sweat-covered body off the
leather sofa, and dragged it into the shower. He opened the shower-gel, and
poured way too much onto his hand, preparing to later his hair. He applied
it to his head, and gasped in surprise as he had forgotten that his hair
had been shaved off. He used the foam to wash his entire body, every
detail, including between his toes, and even sliding two of his fingers
inside his capable hole. Finally he side-lined his attention to
cleanliness, and began to fondle his two balls, inspecting them as they
appeared larger and slightly fuzzier than on previous inspection. Jake felt
that he was now a man, not only had he fucked his brother, but he had
produced a small amount of pre-cum for the first time. Jake wrapped his
fingers around his hard shaft and proceeded to pump his dick, while he
fingered himself, and fantasized about being fucked by Shanks. He reached
for the tube of toothpaste, but not to brush his teeth. He reached it
behind him and relaxed his ass-muscles, inserting the tube and proceeding
to slide it in and out of his hole with one hand, wanking himself in
similar motion with the other.

After a few minutes, Jake realised that he was nearing orgasm, and he
stepped away from under the water, so that he could closely inspect the tip
of his dick to see what emission seeped out. He continued pumping
enthusiastically, as his body began to tremble and his leg began to spasm
under the build-up of anticipation and pressure, until `Ugghh', he emitted
verbally, and stared at the slit of his dick which let out a small amount
of clear, slightly sticky liquid.

"Yes" Jake said out loud, before rinsing off, stepping out of the
shower. He brushed his teeth, and applied talcum-powder to his balls,
anti-perspirant to his underarms, and a like-scented body spray from head
to toe, as though he was trying to fragrance South-East London.

He walked into his room and stepped out onto the balcony to gauge the
weather to decide what to wear. It was an exceedingly hot day, with not a
cloud in the sky. Jake dressed in a pair of knee length grey Adidas shorts,
and a white wife-beater style vest; put his new PT's on his feet, (after
spending about 30 minutes re-lacing them) and a pair of my sunglasses that
he found in my room, He looked at himself in the mirror and mouthed `as
hell'. He went to the kitchen and poured himself a bowl of cereal, gulped
it down, collected the items from the coffee table, inspecting the £20
note and saying `cheers fam' as though telepathically sending a message to
me and left the flat, (without clearing up after himself in either the
bathroom, living area OR the kitchen).

Jake made the short walk to Bermondsey Station, and went into the shop next
door to the station called `Local Express' to buy a bottle of water.

Jake looked a picture with his freshly shaved hair, and my sunglasses on,
and quite a few people, both girls, boys and men looked him up and down,
showing varying degrees of approval and interest. One man in particular
kept looking over at him, from the magazine stand where he was standing,
although was attempting to do this un-noticed, but it is not easy to tell
when it is safe to look at a person who is wearing sunglasses. The man
looked about 30 years of age, and was south Asian, clean-shaven, short, but
fit and good-looking, and wearing a pair of khaki combat shorts, a white
short-sleeved shirt and a pair of Havaianas. He had a boy with him, who was
about Jakes age, maybe a year or so younger, and who was presumably either
his son or younger brother considering the nature of the banter between
them. He was slightly darker skinned than his dad, with short jet black
hair, and a cute face, he was wearing Hollister tracksuit bottoms, Pradas,
and a Ralph Laurent polo shirt that Jake assumed was a fake.

Jake wracked his brains to think of the best way of reeling the man in
quickly. Seconds later he had come up with a plan. He took his phone out of
his pocket, turned on his Bluetooth and searched for pair-able
devices. Three were found, one was titled `Blackberry 3380', the second was
`YoungP' and the third was `Deep'. Jake connected with `Deep, knowing it to
be the last part of a lot of common Indian names. He selected a photograph
of himself wearing only a pair of boxers shorts, and in which his hand was
down inside the waistband, he re-saved it as his phone number and then bbm
pin and clicked `send by Bluetooth'. The photo was accepted. Jake looked
over and saw that the Asian boy was looking at his phone. `Damn', thought
Jake, `wrong one'.  He tried again and sent the same picture to `Blackberry
3380'. There was no reply. `Third time lucky' he thought to himself, and
sent the same picture to `YoungP' wondering what sort of 30 year old man
would refer to themselves as that!  The connection was accepted and the
photo was transmitted, but the Asian man had not even taken his phone
out. Jake wondered who it was in the shop that had received the photograph.

The young Asian boy was now looking Jake up and down, apparently baffled as
to why he was sent such a seductive photograph.  He moved the other side of
his dad as he realised that Jake had spotted him looking. Moments later,
the Asian man and his son went to the till to pay for few items they were
buying. The man pulled his wallet and phone out of his pocket in one go,
and presented the cashier with a £10 note. He looked at his phone
bewildered. The connection was made, and the photograph was delivered. The
man slipped into a trance as he stared at the photograph. The cashier was
speaking you him.

"Your change, sir".

He did not respond.  Again the cashier spoke.

"Your change, sir" The young boy, tugged on his dads sleeve pulling him
back to reality, reached our and took the change and made for the door. The
Asian man caught a glimpse of Jake as he himself moved to the til holding a
bottle of Evian water. He smiled and mouthed `thank you'.

Jake put the bottle of water on the counter. He was a light-skinned mixed
race boy of about 18 years of age. A typical Bermondsey resident, wearing
black fleece Nike jogging bottoms, and a plain white t-shirt with a green
string vest hanging out at the bottom. He had two large cubic zirkona studs
in each ear, and a freshly trimmed shape-up, with a pattern shaved into the
side of his hair.

Jake presented him with his crisp £20 note. The cashier refused to take
it. "It's on the house", he insisted.

"Thanks fam, why doe?" Jake asked.

"Coz you paid for half of it with da photo blud, and I'll collect the other
half later", he winked and licked his lips.

"Oh safe" Jake replied.  "In dat case I'll have 20 Benson and Hedges and a
can of Bud" Jake winked back.

"Dats more dan my jobs worth fam, but I'll sort you out with a few bits
later fam". He continued "I'm Kai by the way". He presented his fist to
spud.

Jake spudded him and said "Jake". The two of them nodded at each other that
sort of nod as if to acknowledge the connection they had just forged. Jake
left the shop, checking his phone as he went. There were bbm invitations,
from `YoungP', `Gurpreet' and `Deep'. He accepted all three, and rode the
escalators down to the platform to catch the Jubilee Line to Bond
Street. Now underground, he was unable to use his phone, so put it away in
his pocket.

Jake was pleasantly surprised when he noticed Gurpreet and Deep standing
further down the same platform, so he walked past them and sat down on the
bench which was about 5 metres away. Both of them had been sent the same
photograph, but it was clear that neither of them had told the other one
about it. Neither acknowledged him, in case the other questioned it. A
plethora of possibilities ran through Jake's mind, perhaps he could seduce
them separately, and then link the up together for some hot father-son
action. Being in London was providing Jake with an over-supply of
opportunities, and he hoped more than anything that he would be able to
make the move permanent.

The train arrived and Jake waited for Gurpreet and Deep to get on the,
before following them, and sitting immediately opposite them. They were
both clearly staring him out. Gurpreet displaying lustfulness, and Deep
displaying intrigue and confusion. Jake sat in a similar pose as that in
the photograph, except he was wearing a vest. But he slid one hand into the
waistband of his grey knee-length Adidas shorts and rested it above his
groin. With his other hand, sipped from his bottle of Evian water.
Gurpreet kept looking at his phone, as if by willpower alone he could
become the first person in history to get reception on the London
Underground. Deep was also on his phone, playing a game.

After twelve minutes we arrived at Bond Street, Jakestood up and moved to
the doors. The train came to a standstill, and Gurpreet and Deep also stood
up and `followed him' off the train, through the tunnels, and up the
escalators to Oxford Street. Jake reached the top first, as he walked up
keeping to the left, as he learned was the custom in London, whereas they
had opted to stand on the right, and let the escalator do all the work.

Upon stepping outside, Jake was pleased to get some fresh air, although it
was as hot outside as it was inside the tubes are so stale and stuffy. He
removed his vest and tucked it into the waistband of his shorts, and looked
up and down the street wondering which way to go. Not that he had any
particular plan. Its just that I had told him that there were some great
shops on Oxford Street, and he wanted to check out Piccadilly, Leicester
Square, China Town, Covent Garden and Soho.

Moments later, Gurpreet and Deep walked past Jake who was still standing on
the corner of Bond Street and Oxford Street gazing at the various shops in
the distance. After walking past him, Gurpreet turned round, having
obviously noticed his shirtlessness, looked him up and down, and winked.
Five or so seconds later, young Deep glanced round quickly, but
embarrassedly turned his head back round when seeing Jake staring at
them. The two of them disappeared into FootLocker, and Jake decided not to
follow them in, because although he could already tell that Gurpreet was up
for fun, he did not want to bait him out in front of the kid, who was
obviously concerned with Jake, and Jake didn't wanna give the impression
that he was stalking them.

Jake walked up Oxford Street in the direction of Tottenham Court Road
walking in a few shops, but not spending long in any, as his attention had
been arrested by the prospect of snaring Gurpreet. He reached MacDonalds
and sat down on the bench outside. He took his phone out of his pocket and
sent a bbm message to Gurpreet saying `Walk up Oxford Street towards Oxford
circus and come in Mcdonalds on the corner of Holles Street'.

A few minutes later the reply came. `I want to buddy, but my kid is with
me'.

`I will not let him see me' Jake replied, before adding `You liked the
picture bro, and you wanna see more don't you?'

`Yes' came the reply, followed by `will see what I can do'.

`Let me know when your on your way, so I can hide' Jake commanded him.

`OK buddy' he replied.

Jake sat on the bench, soaking in the rays of the sun, enjoying the fact
that many passers by `turned their heads' to gaze upon him. He also was
checking out everyone that walked past. He noted to himself that people
seemed to make an effort to look good when coming to central London, there
were a lot of hot girls and guys everywhere. Ten minutes passed until
Jake's phone pinged. There was a message from Gurpreet. `Were on our way,
my son wants to eat when we get to McDonalds, stay out of view until you
see me go to the toilet, and follow me in there, try not to let him see
you'.

`Kewl' Jake replied.  Jake stood up and crossed the road, entering the
car-phone warehouse directly opposite, so that he could watch from the
other side of the road. A few minutes later he watched as Gurpreet and Deep
went into McDonalds. He crossed back over the road, and stood outside the
door, pretending to be on his phone. Gurpreet and Deep ordered and quickly
sat down to eat. Gurpreet was facing the window and clocked Jake standing
there waiting, Deep was sitting the opposite side of the table facing his
dad, taking his time eating. Jake watched as Gurpreet typed into his
phone. A moment later the message arrived. `I'm going to the gents'. He
spoke to his son, stood up and walked over to the staircase, as the toilets
were upstairs. To Jake's annoyance, Deep stood up and followed his father,
unbeknown to him, up the stairs to the toilets. This only deterred Jake
momentarily, before he said to himself `fuck it', and ran up the stairs
behind the two Singhs.

Gurpreet arrived in the toilets first, and proceeded to the hand-basins to
wash his hands, as though ceremonially washing. His son followed him
in. Gurpreet hid his disappointment and acknowledged his sons' presence
`hey'. Deep opened the first cubicle door and went inside. Once the coast
was clear Jake entered and approached Gurpreet. Gurpreet stared him out as
if to say `Did you not see my son follow me in here'. Jake put his finger
to his mouth as if to say `shhhh', took Gurpreet by the sleeve and dragged
him into the second cubicle. Their stares said a lot.

Its amazing how many words can me summed up in one stare. Gurpreets stare
said `What the fuck are we doing, my son is in the next cubicle, he will
hear us, please don't snake me, please don't say anything, this is not a
good idea.' Jakes stare replied `Don't worry fam, I will not bait you out,
I will not make a noise, now sit the fuck down and suck my dick'.  Jake
gently pushed Gurpreet until he sat down on the toilet with the lid still
down. Jake took his vest from his waistband and hung it on the hook on the
back of the door. He pulled his shorts and boxers down to his ankles and
stood between Gurpreets face, so that his dick was inches from the Asain
mans petrified face. Jake put his hands on the back of Gurpreets head and
coaxed it down onto his dick which was at full-mast.

Lust overtook Gurpreet and he relaxed slightly, although remained
determined not to make a noise as he slid his lips back and forth along
Jakes dick. Jake moaned silently. The suspense was thrilling. Jake
stretched his hands out, placing them on the walls of the cubicle as
Gurpreet sucked up and down on his boy-cock. Gurpreet grabbed the boys ass
forcing him to quietly fuck his mouth. Jake joined in with like motion. A
few people came and went, adding to the risk of the encounter.  Jake was
soon pounding the face of the willing Asian mouth, his white hairless balls
slapping on the man's chin as he fucked his face with vigour. As he neared
orgasm, he arched his back, stood on tiptoes and squirted his small amount
of slippery boy-juice onto the tongue of that then proceeded to lick him
clean.

The toilet in the next cubicle flushed, and Deep exited and went to the
sink.

`Stay here til we have left' Gurpreet mouthed.

Jake nodded in agreement. Gurpreet opened the cubicle door, and went and
washed his hands again, cleaning his teeth with his tongue as he put his
hands on his sons back and guided him out of the toilets, down the stairs,
and out of the restaurant.

"One Singh down, one to go" Jake said to himself, as he got dressed, washed
his hands, and followed down the stairs, intent of setting Deep and
Gurpreet up gradually for a threesome with him...

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