Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2007 22:48:55 -0700 (PDT) From: Brian Connors Subject: Six Irish Brothers - Chapter 4: Seattle Nights Six Irish Brothers - Chapter 4: Seattle Nights Story Codes: B/b, inc Disclaimer and Acknowledgments: The story you are about to read is true. These events happened and though some details have been skewed slightly to obscure the identities of the real persons involved, the events, relationships and substance of the tale have not been altered. Much of the material in this story is pornographic in nature, dealing with incest, teenage and preteen sex, gay themes, and so forth. If you are under 18, or it is illegal in your area to read this material, then stop now, and go Google something wholesome. My thanks to everyone who has read and responded so far. I could not have imagined the wellspring of support for this story. I truly appreciate it. This part follows on from Chapter 2 (Chapter 3 is a "prequel" of sorts, I suppose). ----- Chapter 4: Seattle Nights February, 1995 Starting in the fall of '94, just after my first lesson with Sean, we started moving around a lot. Greg was an civil engineer and consultant, and as such, he was on the road a lot. It took a lot of guts for him to decide to take us with him on the longer hauls, rather than just dump us off on caretakers or his parents, or whatever. I've always respected him for that - that he never, ever, left us, when he easily could have. So, we did a lot of traveling - Boston, Chicago, Seattle, mainly. Sean loved Boston - there were so many Irishmen about - real and "Yank-rish" - he ate up the culture. He'd be sneakin' off to the pubs, trying to get in and usually failing. I loved it when Sean brought me along, especially when some old geezer fancyin' himself a 'shanachie' (look it up, gents) would come along and tell stories of the old days. Boston was where we spent that Christmas, by the way. I liked them all, but Seattle was by far my favourite. These days, everyone else except Adam thinks I'm nuts, but I loved the rain and the fog. It's just my personality, I guess. I love the rain. And the hiking trips up Mt. Rainier were simply grand, too. And, before you ask, it's close, but I'll still take the Cubs over the Mariners. I'm a sucker for the underdog - it's the Irish way, I suppose. My memories of Seattle from back then, beyond the feel of the city, are a little dimmed by time, but there were a few things that really stood out. Sean's fifteenth birthday was 26 February, 1995 and it was frigid in Seattle, as you'd expect. We were off from school, and spent most of the day curled up in blankets, playing video games - well, Sean did most of the serious playing, while I was more concerned with getting to his *other* joystick. Heh. Nate and the little ones were around most of the day, not to mention Greg, so we had to play it safe, and wait for when we all went to bed. The townhouse we were staying in was smaller than either of the houses in Baltimore or Boston, and Sean suggested that I bunk with him, rather than with Nate, which meant that Nate and Walt could share the second bedroom (Adam's crib was in Greg's bedroom, naturally). There was no way that he could have suspected the ulterior motive behind Sean's suggestion, and he didn't bat an eyelash. Needless to say, it made our covert activities so much easier, and I could wait to get Sean back to our room. God, that sounds terrible. I was 11 years old, but I was already in the throes of puberty, hormones and all, and I'd been introduced to a whole new world of fun that I wanted to share with my big brother. When bedtime came, we went to our room, went through the usual nightly routine, and waited, talking softly, until we were sure that everyone else was asleep. There was a bit of a storm brewing outside, and we could hear the rain pelting the windows. We listened to it, and just talked, I don't really remember about what, but it was one of those times I felt closest to Sean. And then, the house was quiet, except for the rain, and I couldn't take it any longer. I wriggled out of my pajamas, slam-dunked my underwear in the hamper, and hopped onto Sean's bed. He just chuckled, and rubbed my head. "You know we don't have to," he said. "I know, Sean," I said, rolling my eyes. "You don't *always* have to say that. I like it." I was rubbing my hands all over his bare chest, feeling the light dusting of hair. I looked in his eyes, and saw the love there. And his smile, it seemed so...real. Since mum, Sean had taken on such responsibility, that even when he was happy, even when he smiled, something was always held back, like he couldn't really be a kid anymore. But when we were together, like that, it was like the weight of the world slipped off his shoulders. That's what I loved to see, why I loved watching him when we "played" - Sean could just be himself, be really in the moment. And that's right where I wanted him. I reached lower, inside his boxers, and pulled out his stiffening member, stroking it up and down lightly as it grew out of his shorts. I let go long enough to pull his boxers off, and then began stroking again, as I lowered my mouth to taste his dick. Over the previous couple months, I'd gotten more than a bit of practice at giving Sean blowjobs. Looking back, I was far from great, I'm sure, but what red-blooded fifteen-year-old wouldn't respond when his eleven-year-old brother is sucking on his cock? I watched him as I licked and sucked on the head of his dick, watching him lean back and close his eyes as I took more of the shaft in my mouth - I couldn't take a whole lot yet, but he definitely seemed to enjoy it. The first time I'd done it (the day after he'd blown me for the first time), I'd been a little afraid that it would be gross. But I found it wasn't so bad, and I grew to want more. By now, I loved the way he tasted, a little salty, a little sweaty - pure Sean. And I loved that I could make him squirm. As I applied more suction, licking the underside of his cockhead, I heard him sigh. Sean put his hands on my head, stroking it, running his fingers through my hair. I loved it when he did that, too. It was his way of letting me know I was doing a good job, and it made me happy to make him so happy. I smiled, and kept stroking his shaft as I sucked him. It didn't take too long - he'd been saving it up for a couple days, I knew. And I figured that would make what I had planned even better. We'd talked enough about blowjobs that I knew I wanted to try something, something I hoped would make it even better for him. He started groaning softly, tugging down at my head just a little - gently, not forcing me, not making me gag. I took what I could, and I sucked and stroked him until his body tensed. "Oh, Tim," he breathed, "I'm gonna shoot, pal. I'm gonna..." Normally, I loved to watch him cum, and sometimes I made a game of how high I could make him shoot. But not tonight. As Sean's cum surged through his balls, I went down as far as I could, maybe about three inches, and felt him explode in my mouth. Sean had *no* idea I was going to do that, and he let out a long moan, as his cum burst spewed into my mouth. I thought I was prepared for it, but it was way too much for me. A couple shots went straight down my throat, and I nearly gagged. I backed off, until just the head was in my mouth. More of Sean's cum splashed on my tongue - I'd tasted it before, but not like this, warm and creamy. It tasted like him, and smelled like him, and I liked it. A lot. But he kept shooting, and I couldn't swallow fast enough. A lot of Sean's cum spilled from my mouth, running down my chin, but I kept sucking until I couldn't swallow anymore. Pulling off, the last two shots landed on my face, and a few dribbles escaped, running down to wear my hand still stroked his shaft. Sean put his hands on my head, let out an uneasy breath, and said, "Whoa. That...that was awesome, Tim." I licked my hand and looked up at him, and he laughed. I bet I was a sight, with my face covered in his cum. Licking my lips, I laughed, too. It had been so cool! Sean pulled me up close to him, both of us still laughing, and hugged me. He leaned in, and whispered in my ear, "That was a *brillaint* birthday gift, Eeyore." I put my arms around his neck, he kissed me, licking the rest of his cum from my chin and face. I giggled, feeling the little bit of stubble that was growing on his cheeks. We kissed again, briefly, sweetly, and I put my head on his chest. After a couple minutes, Sean felt my boner pressing against his stomach, and chuckled again. "We'll have to do something about that," he said. He told me to turn around, and I did, sitting in his lap, leaning my head back on his shoulder. I looked up into his brown eyes, he looked back into my hazel-green ones, that soft, big-brother smile on his face. And then he grasped my little cock, and started pumping. He gradually got faster, and I sighed and leaned back further, bucking my hips a little, letting him pleasure me. I shuddered when I came, grabbing his hips, and he threw his arms around me, riding the waves of my pleasure with me. When it was over, I kissed his cheek, and he maneuvered us until we were on our sides. Sean spooned against my back, pulled the covers up and wrapped his arm around me, slowly rubbing my chest and shoulders. "I love you, Sean," I said. "I really, really do." He kissed the back of my head, and squeezed me gently. "I love you, too, Timmy-O. Always, always." We lay together like that, just enjoying the feeling of closeness, and eventually we drifted off to sleep. >From then on, most nights were like that for us. Sometimes, I'd suck Sean, sometimes he'd suck me, sometimes both, with handjobs. It wasn't every night, we weren't turning into sex fiends (not in my mind, at any rate). Plenty of nights, we'd just be tired and fall asleep, though more often than not, I'd sleep curled up next to Sean. But when there was sex... oh, boy, it was one grand adventure, with no end in sight. And our travels didn't end in Seattle, either. Life was about to get a lot more interesting... ----- Okay, maybe a little bit of a cliffhanger. I promise I'll try to get the next chapter up soon. Sometimes, remembering all this... it can be hard to get through, for various reasons, but good too. Thanks to everyone who's written. If you'd like to drop me a line, my email addy is patriotspectre@yahoo.com Cheers! Tim