Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2007 21:40:09 -0400 From: Ryan P Subject: My Brother's World - Part 3 This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is pure and utter coincidence. This story involves gay sex and is intended for adults only. If it offends you or is illegal for you to read such a story, please exit this web page now. There's unsafe sex practices here 'coz this are just words on a screen; those of us living in the real world should practice safe sex. Thanks for all those who commented on Parts 1 & 2. Your comments (good or bad) keep me writing! ---- Mike again here. This is the third installation of my story. It may seem like a detour but, what can I say, it's just the way it happened, man. So, where was I? Oh yeah... After Chris left that night, I felt guilty already for having another go at it. I could say "I was drunk" and it would be true. It was fun and games when it started but when it ended, it just didn't taste right (pun alert). I mean, it's not rape, is it? Besides, Chris really didn't bust anything more than my open mouth. But had Chris not cummed in my throat, would he have, you know, pushed his luck elsewhere with me? And what's with the sleeping pill? Did he drug me? I don't remember passing out so I don't think so. But Sherry... she woke up late the next day with a headache. Maybe I was a bit undecided how to react to what happed. I let the weekend slip by aimlessly, but by Monday, I was determined to confront Chris. I called his cell and his apartment - he wasn't picking up. I left messages for him to ring me back. He didn't. I went to his apartment immediately after work. Chris answered the door in some loose shorts and a crumpled tank top. His face was unshaven. He didn't say a word, just left the door open and sat himself at his couch in front of the TV. Empty gatorade bottles littered the whole apartment. He grabbed the remote and started TV surfing. His nonchalance was getting to me. "Why the fuck don't you answer your phone?" He ignored me. "You think you're a tough guy now, huh? You drug my wife. Trap me with your gay shit. You may have made a pussy out of Bryan but I know what you really are. You're a loser. A big fat faggot loser." I thought he would continue to pretend to not hear me but he clicked the TV off. "That's right. Hmm, it's a Monday and your sitting here looking like shit, let take a wild guess, you lost your job again?" Chris crossed his arms over his chest and looked at me. "You know what your problem is?" He said "Not only do you moan like a bitch but you talk like one too." It was at that precise moment did I realize that I wasn't leaving his apartment till I had broken every piece of bone he had on his body. And though I wasn't successful in this intent, I was pretty close though. I only remember the first few movements I made and that was to punch him in the face then, and while he was still recovering from that, I threw his sorry ass into his wooden coffee table which quickly broke in half. It was a blur of fists and kicks after that and the only reason we stopped was because we were both tired and hurting so much. I had several bruises and I had to wear a cast on my right wrist for several weeks. Compared to Chris though, I was in pretty good shape. Sherry said Chris got a stitch on his cheek and his chest and an arm was all bandaged up. She couldn't understand what has gotten into us brothers. She tried prying some answers from me but I wouldn't tell her anything. She was thankful though that Chris didn't press any charges. And that was it with me and Chris (for a long long while anyway). --- Don't ask me why, several months later, I got a dude's mouth wrapped around my fuck stick. I work with this guy Gary, who for years now, I've always suspected was (a) gay and (b) has the hots for me. He wasn't bad looking, in fact, he looked rather, eh, nice. He's probably around 5'8", on the thin side, but not scrawny. And if there ever was a stereo-type, yes, he did wear very nice clothes. Crisply ironed, always sharp. It was easy to ignore him though because (a) we didn't hang out together - I only dealt with him on work-related stuff and (b) I didn't swing that way - not back then anyway ;) I work in a retail chain's accounting firm and the holiday season is always busy for us. Anyway, it was during this season that I found myself working late hours with Gary. Our conversations, inevitably, would touch on our personal lives and I learned a lot about him. He had just broken up with his boyfriend so these late working hours was helpful to him in keeping his mind busy. I asked him more about him and his ex, really curious in understanding this world that I've been poorly introduced to. It wasn't a surprise that I find myself wanting to hang out with Gary more and more. And yes, maybe I did, flirt with him a little. As far as I'm concerned Chris and Bryan are history. I don't even wanna see them anymore. Meanwhile, the itch I had "acquired" in the cabin was keeping me awake at night again and no wife-fucking could scratch it off. So anyway, one long work night, when only Gary and I were left in the office... "This is ridiculous, there's no way we'll be able to finish this by eight tonight." Gary said. He was sitting at the cubie next to mine. Papers strewn all over the desk. "At least you don't have a wife to make you feel guilty for working late." I said to him. "At least you have a wife. I don't even have a life anymore." "Doesn't mean I'm getting any. If that's what you mean." "Well, this for me is my wife," Gary says as he waves his right hand. "At this point," I said, "I'd gladly do your wife." We both laughed at that and then I bit my lip when I realized what I had just said. "I'm sure my wife wouldn't mind." Gary kept the ball rolling and my suddenly awakening dick said I shouldn't let the ball stop either. "Then, you should bring your wife over sometime and introduce us. I'm sure we can have some fun together." I heard the shuffling of his papers stop. From the corner of my eye, I could see Gary swivel his chair to face me. "Do you really want me to?" I faced him too. "Yes." I said. He nodded for me to follow him. We entered a conference room and locked the door behind us. "Can I?" Gary asked as he reached to undo my belt. "Yes, please." That walk from my desk to the conference room was enough time to let my cock grow to full attention. So when he pulled my boxers down, my cock bobbed up and down, excited to be free. When Gary held my cock for the first time, it felt good. My itch was getting scratched and I knew it was going to be good. My dick was wet and sticky from being housed-in my office slacks the whole friggin day (and night). Gary just played with it with the tips of his fingers, letting it dry out for a while. Not long after it dried though, Gary moved to my side and started pumping it, I guess, like he was holding his own dick. Fuck, that felt great! I needed this so badly. "You like that?" Gary asked. I simply nodded. "I'm sure, you'll like this then." he said as he knelt in front of me. He started by licking the tip of my cock, then the underside, and then my balls. When everything was well-coated with spit, he started taking my shaft inside his mouth. I leaned against the conference room wall. This was heaven. Unlike Chris, Gary did not edge me to madness. At the first sign that I was ready to cum, Gary kept his rhythmic pace going (he knew he was rubbing the right spots already). When it was time for the fireworks, he just kept his mouth wrapped around my pole, not moving but not letting go either as I jerked about with pleasure. I caught myself releasing a loud moan. Fuck! Was Chris right - I moan like a bitch?