Date: Sat, 26 Oct 2002 17:12:09 +1000 From: Trevor McConchie Subject: Blood Brothers - chapter 1 Disclaimer: No part of this work maybe reproduced or transmitted by any means without yjr written permission of the author. The following story is about interracial love between adolescents, if you are under age or are a racial and/or sexual and/or religious bigot, please depart in peace. Everybody else is welcome and hopefully might enjoy my first story: Blood Brothers Chapter 1. by Miruku I happen to believe that we are each an honoured member of the Animal kingdom, formed by happenstance into breeds of the same animal -humankind- in exactly the same way as the different breeds of horses, elephants, lizards etc, and that we are the way each of us is today because of the remote chance of our birth and the history of our precedents and our culture. None is born better nor worse than another, but the "breeds" (it is not the word I want to use but nevertheless it has to do) are different from each other in the same way as a beautiful powerful draft horse is different from a beautiful swift Arab race horse. I believe that goodness is within us all, we just have to find, nurture and develop it, not having to pay somebody to persuade us against our better judgement or to transfer our self-responsibility to some vengeful God which exists on money and power through people (often doctors of divinity or equivalent) who after more than 2,000 years and all that study, still cant prove their God's existence to a rational, unbiased person, or often to themselves. Sorry to come on so strong, but my beliefs affect my life and my stories. Kenny McCafferty sunned his 12 years old blonde headed and tanned sky blue-racing Speedo clad body on a fluffy towel on the lawn surrounding the local swimming pool. Young Kenny kept his focus on the family groups frolicking in the shallow wading pool, trying not to shift his sun-glassed gaze to the older teen boys horsing , bombing and cock fighting in the deeper water.Kenny was terrified if he started looking at these scantily clad 15 to 18 year olds, he would spring a wet boner to his total embarrassment. Last night had brought reality to all of the strange wet dreams he had been having since he picked up the vibes of his brother Keith's best and black friend, Robert Davis. Keith and Robert were both 17 and had been firm friends since the Davis family moved into the house next door some five years ago. Robert had an elder sister which meant that his (3rd) bedroom directly faced Kenny's across a shared lawn. Robert had always been kind and friendly to his best friend's pain-in-the arse little brother, but with his inbuilt gaydar developing with his transition through puberty, Kenny had recently felt an even closer interest and friendliness developing between them. It wasn't unusual for Robert to put his big hand on Kenny's shoulder when they were sharing interest in a TV show or when watching Keith play soccer. Robert was a top golfer, and Kenny often at weekends biked down to the local course to watch Robert practice in the early morning light. As Kenny lay on the towel propped up on his elbows he slowly became aware of a familiar sexy whistle which raised the few soft downy hairs on his slender neck. Kenny had heard that whistle 3 days earlier as Robert summoned him from his bedroom to be coached in putting on the Davis's back lawn practice green. (Mr. Davis was a keen golfer also). Kenny turned on his side and looked back to the chain link fence behind the grassed pool surround where a concrete footpath continued beside the main road which ran past the packed swimming pool area. Red-faced and instantly rigid, Kenny quickly fastened the towel around his sleek lower body and quickly strode barefoot to the fence where his idol awaited him. Robert's gloriously taut and muscled chocolate skin was enhanced by a gold chain setting off his lemon t-shirt and white cargo pants and sneakers Kenny was hoping Robert could not notice his small but substantial hardon tenting the towel. "Hi Ken my man" growled Robert. "How's it goin'?'" "Fine" crackled the youngster, too overwrought and excited to say more. He was worried he might faint. "What did you think of the TV last night?" asked Robert with a smile. Kenny turned even redder, started to tremble and squeaked. "fine". "I'm glad" crooned Robert in his oh so sexy voice. The night before, Keith and Robert had been sitting on the sofa watching MTV while Kenny perched on a small foot-stool across from Robert. After half an hour when Keith was engrossed in the latest Madonna video, Robert slowly moved his legs apart until Kenny could see right up the inside of Robert's tightly muscled left leg in his red running shorts to his hugely bulging Hanes briefs. As Keith concentrated on the screen, Robert slowly and stealthily moved his hard cock into the left leg of his underwear. Kenny shook in the TV twilight as he concentrated on Robert lifting the leg-hole of his shorts to give Kenny a full view of his tented and bulged pouch. Robert made Kenny's excitement even more unbearable by holding the shorts open with one hand while he traced his fingers down the length of his trapped black cock, the colour of which he could see (or imagine) through the weave of Robert's briefs. Kenny could not stand the raw homo-sex vibrations of which Keith was totally unaware a moment longer. He leapt to his feet excused himself saying he needed to piss and headed of to his bedroom via the bathroom, locked the door, dropped his jeans and fruit of the looms to his knees, threw himself sideways onto his quilted bed, clasped his bursting red circumcised prick and it instantly exploded its little load in a thin volley which splattered between his eyes and dribbled down his heaving chest and puddled inney belly button to his cum-coated 4 inch hair-shadowed cock. Kenny lay there dreaming of the future possibilities Robert had shown him, and agitating his little repeater with two fingers and a thumb, he hardened and came twice more before managing to clean himself off with an abandoned sock before falling into a deep sleep on top of the bed with his jeans and briefs still bunched around his knees. Luckily he had locked his door before giving into lust. so that he awoke safely when his mother banged on the door several hours later to check that he was OK. "I was wondering" said Robert "if, since you enjoyed last night's show, you might be interested to become my blood brother?". "What about Keith"? croaked young Kenny, "After all, he is your best friend." "Yeah, Keith's my best friend allright ,but he could never become a part of me and me of him in the way I think you and I can, Boy" "What would I have to do to become your blood brother? Cut our wrists and mix our blood like the Indians?" "Much more," crooned Robert enigmatically. "You've been like a brother to me since I can remember" said Ken, especially over the past few months." "What do I have to do to become your brother?" "First," explained Robert, "our brotherhood must be kept secret from everyone including even Keith who wouldn't understand" "OK" promised Kenny nervously. "What happens next?" " It's 2.30 now and I supposed you have to be home for dinner at 5.30 as usual?" "Yeah said Kenny breathlessly. That gives us 3 hours". "Ride your bike to McDonald's carpark, I'll meet you there with my pick up in twenty minutes. But before you go, drop your towel and turn around for me".Kenny complied, but his blushing exposed skin contrasted with his sky blue rigidly tented speedos as he spun around, pausing briefly to give Robert a full frontal show, before rewrapping the towel while he dashed off to the locker room for a quick shower and change before biking off to meet his mentor at McDonalds. Robert was waiting with the engine running as he met Kenny beside the truck, and swiftly but gently tossed the bike into the back of the red Ford pickup.The boys boarded the pickup and drove off into the afternoon sunshine down a narrow alley, uninhabited on this quiet Sunday afternoon. Kenny found a small open space between factories with nobody within sight and switched off the motor.. "Why have we stopped here Robert?" asked Kenny nervously. "Because" soothed Robert, "this is the place and the time for your first lesson in becoming my blood brother"