Date: Thu, 3 Dec 2009 14:10:45 -0800 (PST) From: Jason Gardham Subject: The Love of Brothers Chapter 6 Author: J. Gardham gardham1@yahoo.com This story is pure fiction as are all the characters, it's totally from my imagination with a bit taken from my fantasies. There are a great bunch of readers out there and once again I thank those of you who have taken the time to e-mail your kind comments, here's Chapter 6 of "The Love of Brothers" I hope you enjoy it. "The Love of Brothers" Chapter 6 Frank and Jack finished putting groceries away and came in to join us in bed, aware that we were already sleeping they quietly slide in beside us. I woke enough to notice the boys took their usual positions and Lance rolled over to snuggle into Frank's shoulder as I spooned against his back, hands joined over Franks chest connecting the four of us as we drifted into dreamland. After fixing the guys a healthy breakfast I asked if we could go out on the porch so I could fill them in on why and how I ended up owning a café in a small farming community in Michigan. I started from as far back in my family history as I felt was necessary and began my story, I want you to know the wealth that I have is through no talents or efforts of my own, everything was inherited starting with my grandparents. My grandparents on dad's side moved to Boston from the United Kingdom owning diamond mines in South Africa, my grandparents on mother's side had moved to Boston after accumulating a fortune from their cattle ranches in Venezuela. Mother and dad were both only children. They met at the home of a prominent Boston family when they were in their early twenties, they dated, fell in love and married. Their parents died leaving them both their respective family fortunes, when combined was truly more wealth they either of them could even imagine. Both of my parents had a spiritual connection to God, their faith and love of God led them away from the arrogant self-indulgent life style of the Boston's elite. When I was born my parents instilled in me the importance of man's relationship with god as well as his relationship to his fellow man. We traveled the world and we worked side by side with some of the most impoverished people on earth. With each new adventure we learned how others believed and we respected those belief systems as important parts of their societies development. Wherever we lived and worked trusts were set up to be governed by leaders of whatever particular group we had been working with. I learned to speak several different languages as well as learn the cultural mores of each society as we moved from location to location. When in my early twenties on one of our trips back to our home in Boston I met a man about my age who was married to an extremely beautiful model. Being single and considered one of Boston's most available single men I was constantly being invited by Boston's socialites to one party or the other. Attending a gathering being given by one of Boston's political families I had managed a few minutes away from my date to step outside on one of the balconies over looking acres of manicured gardens. A handsome man about my age joined me, I recognized him as the nephew of the politician hosting the party. He stood close enough so we were brushing shoulders, he looked over at me, smiling and said Stan, "I've heard so much about your family but I don't believe anyone really knows what your family is all about". "That's the way my parents prefer it, but apparently you know enough about me to know my name, and of course I know yours from the papers and magazine articles that follow your every step". He didn't waste time on small talk but came right to the point when he said, "I notice you are always accompanied by a beautiful woman, but rarely twice by the same one, is there a reason for that?" Somewhat caught off guard, I replied that I traveled with my parents and rarely had time to really get close to anyone long enough to form a relationship. "Speaking of which, where's your lovely wife?" "She's off hobnobbing with everyone she feels worthy of her time." "My uncle's gardens are beautiful would you like me to give you a private tour?" I told him I'd love to see the rest of the gardens if he didn't mind. We walked through flower beds, around fountains, and through hedges designed into mazes. We reached a point out of sight from the party and he turned to me, leaned in and kissed me on my lips. I knew I had attractions for my own sex, but had never acted on those feelings until this moment. I kissed him back and as the kisses grew more passionate, he unzipped my pants and reached in and pulled my hardening cock out through the opening in my boxers. He knelt down and took me into his mouth, I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt with his warm, wet mouth sucking my cock down his throat, I reached down and put my hands on his shoulders as he continued sucking until he brought me to a climax drinking down my seed never missing a drop, he licked my cock clean before pushing in back into my pants and zipping me up. He stood and kissed me deeply giving me a taste of my own cum, he said, "you've never done this before have you?" I said "no, but it was wonderful and I hope this isn't the last time". He said, "oh it won't be and besides you own me one, but now we better get back to the party before my wife sends out a search party". Our affair continued for about a year, he had explained his marriage was for show only to save his family any embarrassment. He and his wife were both killed in a plane crash on their way to a friends wedding in Florida. When the news reached me I was devastated, heartbroken with no one to turn to since he made me promise to never speak of our relationship. I contacted my parents who had gone to Jerusalem to explore some newly found religious artifacts. Mother said she was deeply saddened by the loss of the man I loved. I asked how she knew I was having a love affair and she answered, "you're my son, one look into your eyes and I knew you had met someone special even though you chose not to tell your father and I about it". Stanley, we also are aware of who he was and what has happened. "God, how could they know who, and how did they feel knowing it was a "he". "We're on our way to Ethiopia and want you fly over and met us there, we want to be with you, just know that we love you with all our hearts". They had already made arrangements with a private jet service for me to join them, all I had to do was pack a bag and leave in the next few days when they docked in Ethiopia. Two days later I received word that their yacht had broke up and sank during a bad storm off the coast. I learned about a story told to them by an old Rabbi while in Jerusalem concerning the possibility that the Ark of The Covenant had been hidden in a chapel by the Knights of the Templar somewhere near Addis Abba. Knowing my parents love of everything connected with God there was no way they would not have been drawn to Ethiopia. My mother and dad being who they were had made arrangements in case something were to happen to them that our families wealth was safely placed in various countries around the world, with a large portion in Swiss banks. I was their soul heir. After months of searching, their bodies were never found. Private services were held in Boston. I walked though all of this completely numb. It was all mechanical, I signed papers, made all the arrangements, shook hands with people, thanked them for their kindnesses all without a clue as to what I was about. I woke up one morning knowing I had to get away from everything that reminded me of my parents and the only person I had ever fallen in love with. I was driving through Michigan heading towards the Sleeping Bear dunes that I had once read about when I saw this little café with a for sale sign in the window. Why I stopped and asked a realtor about it I have no idea. You all know the rest of the story. Lance, Frank, and Jack you have, through your love brought me back from what I thought was the end of my life. You are a God sent. Frank put his arms around Stan and hugged him as he said, you came to us for a reason, there are no accidents this was all meant to be. You are a wonderful and very special man who has stolen all our hearts, we love you completely Stan, love has bound us together, the slate is clean, we'll write the future together. Three months later a new adventure begins when word reaches Stan that his parents might still be alive somewhere in Ethiopia. The U.S. state department has only sketchy information, but there's enough there to have Stan make plans to head to Ethiopia in search for his parents. Stan, Lance, Frank, and Jack are packed and ready to fly into danger aboard a private jet with a group of mercenaries hired by Stan to help them work their way into territory controlled by terrorist of the worst sort. In the privacy of their own cabin on the plane, Stan mentions to Lance that he's surprised he and the boys had passports. Lance said "the boys insisted we all have passports shortly have me met you Stan". "That's odd, I wonder what made they think they'd need passports". "They said we would soon need them in order to help you and left it at that, I've learned not to question them too much about things like this, they seem to have a special knowledge about what's lies ahead. It's a mystery to me and I just go with it". "When the State Department contacted me with information that mom and dad might still be alive I noticed they were excited but it also appeared that they were not overly surprised, I recall them looking at each other with a knowing smile". "Lance sometimes I wonder just how special our kids are". Lance leaped up from the chair he was sitting in and crushed me against the wall planting a kiss on me so hard it took my breath away. "Wow, what was that all about?" "You said "our kids", man my heart just about burst with joy when you said that, we really are a family". Just than the door opened and in walked Frank and Jack, Frank asked what was up? "You two hiding from the big bad mercenaries?" With that Frank and Jack both attacked us pulling our cloths off as they flew out of theirs. Frank was doing a 69 with Stan while Jack and Lance were in the same position, the boys switched so quickly Stan and I could hardly keep up with what was going on. Without warning they were on their knees over our chests face fucking the both of us before leap frogging over us and flipping around so their asses were over our faces so they could lean down and suck our cocks. Stan and I started licking ass holes and tongue fucking the guys as the passion and sexual heat was about to over take us. Just as they were close to bring us to a climax the guys stopped sucking and moved together side by side with their asses in the air and ready for servicing. Stan and I didn't hesitate, we lubed our dicks and shoved our cocks into both of them right up to the hilt in one quick rush. Frank and Jack, both yelled MOVE guys fuck us fast and hard, they didn't have to tell us twice. Stan and I were both close to losing our loads as we fucked the guys just like they wanted it, hard and fast. We leaned over and locked ourselves in a tongue sucking kiss as we slammed into the guys so deep and hard I'm surprised our cocks didn't come out their mouths. We both came at the same time shooting our loads deep into their hot asses as Frank and Jack kissed each other just before blowing their loads all over the bed without touching their cocks. Stan and I collapsed on their backs pushing them down into their own cum loads, we were still locked in our kiss as were the guys. All of our hearts were beating hard as we tried to regain our breath, sweat was pouring off all of us. We rolled off the guys and wrapped our arms around them kissing them as we laid together bathed in our love for each other. After recovering from some of the hottest sex ever we decided it was time to head to the showers in the back of the plane. Stepping out of our cabin we walked into a scene of six hot, hunky and naked x-Marine mercenaries fucking and sucking up a storm of their own. One of them nicknamed Kentucky who was fucking another Marine called Tony, turned to Stan and said sorry boss but listening to you guys in there turned us on more than watching a porno movie, we had to have some action of our own. We all looked at each other laughing and Stan said, "have at it guys, we're heading to the showers, we'll have dinner together when we're done, we still have a long flight ahead of us and a lot of planning to go over before we land. Jason Gardham