Date: Mon, 18 Oct 1999 03:59:34 -0000 From: ethansen Subject: Forever Brooks - Part 2 Gay Male WARNING: This story contains recollections of sexual experiences from my life, some explicit in nature. Names and other characteristics have been changed to prevent the identification of individuals. Do not continue if reading about sex between males is offensive to you or violates any laws in effect where you live. Many of the stories concern events that occurred prior to the HIV health crisis. Some of the sexual activities described would not be safe if done today. You should always observe safe sex precautions. If you continue to read any further, you are indicating that you wish to, and that it is legal for you to do so. Copyright 1998 by Emmanuel Thomas Hansen. All rights are reserved. No fee may be charged for access this story, nor may it be duplicated, distributed or re-posted without permission of the author who may be reached at ethansen@studmail.com Forever Brooks-Part 2 By Emmanuel Thomas Hansen Even in later years I could always picture Eric's naked body clearly in my mind. His lean frame with ample butt fuelled my masturbatory sequences. He was my first serious affair and would continue to have a special place in my memories. I expected to fuck my way through that school year with Eric but that was wishful thinking on my part. After we finished the project, I began to notice a certain nonchalance in our lovemaking and I realized that Eric was simply going through the motions. On the other hand, I was having serious doubts as to whether this was all love was about. I never really thought of Eric in any romantic terms but thought of him as someone who invariably satisfied my carnal desires. At times, even kissing him had become a chore and I wondered how I could gently extricate myself from this relationship without causing too many waves. Eventually the inevitable happened. We were in my bedroom and I mechanically locked the door and moved on to the bed. I expected Eric to come to me but he sat on the chair instead. "Why you sitting there?" ".Umm, I want to talk." "About what?" ".Umm.what we have been doing." "Doing?" "Yeah.the sex stuff." "What's there to talk about.?" "I don't want to do it!" I was nonplussed. Here was this guy who took every opportunity to get in to my pants telling me he did not want to do "It" anymore. "Why?" "Look, I'm going!" I looked as he unlocked the door and walked out of the room. Shit! I wondered what the hell happened there. Had I been turned down? Initially my reaction was one of anger at the thought of being rejected but the humor of the situation got to me. Here I had been wondering how to end it and it was done for me and I was pissed off! The next problem was how to handle the future! I saw Eric in class everyday and there was no way we could avoid each other. The next day in school I saw Eric try and avoid me. I went up to him deliberately and said "Hi!" He tried to avoid making eye contact but I carried on talking as though nothing had happened between us. He thawed a bit and we were able to carry on some inane conversation. During break that day he came up to me and asked me if I still wanted to be friends. I replied that just because we did not want to do "It" did not mean we should not remain friends. Luckily he agreed with this point of view and we remained friendly but the intimacy in our friendship evaporated and we became more of acquaintances by the end of the school year. Eric may have decided and opted for celibacy, but I had not! There were many opportunities to be had there for sure. The gym had many nubile young men, some of whom I am sure, could have been seduced in to an intimate clinch, but I had decided to widen my horizons. Celia Monfort was an attractive brunette in class with me who made a point to try and catch my eye whenever I gave her the chance to. We got to talking in the cafeteria one day and on an impulse I decided to ask her out. We caught a movie one Friday evening and talked late into the night. For the first time in ages I was able to relate to a girl again. In retrospect, it was quite a bit of fun that we fell in to a set dating pattern. The only problem I think was that Celia was hornier than I was! She gave new meaning to the meaning of "sucking face"! During our making out session, I was genuinely aroused, and this pleased me as I could delude myself that girls were not really abhorrence to me. Fortunately, although I made the requisite motions, Celia did not want to go all the way, and I was saved the embarrassment of attempting to screw her! But Celia was becoming a habit, and a rather pleasant one at that! The year went by quickly and my efforts were rewarded by excellent grades at school. I looked forward to the summer vacations as I had an easy but nondescript job at the local grocery as the resident stock boy during the weekdays. My evenings and weekends would be free and I could party my way through the summer. Eric and I had come to an easy relationship where we would acknowledge each other's presence without any remorse or recrimination. I was going great guns with Celia. Faceless boys stopped haunting my dreams. At the beginning of that summer a bunch of guys at school were throwing a large party. I really was not too keen on going but Celia insisted, as everyone who was anyone at school would be there. What cajoled me in to going was that I would not be seeing Celia for over three months after that as she was going to spend her summer as a counselor at some children's camp. There were a lot of people at the party including Eric. After a long time I had a chance to talk to him at length. He was pleasant enough to Celia, who was bugging me to stop drinking! I knew that I was losing it, but the party was what you could describe as really rocking. Celia said she wanted to leave and I said I was staying. She was getting impatient when Eric intervened and said he was leaving too and could take Celia home if I wanted to stay. What are friends there for? Celia stormed out with Eric leaving me to my own devices. At that point in time I really did not care. The party was toning down a bit as couples scattered in to the shadows for more privacy. I found myself with a bunch of guys from school whom I vaguely knew. Damie was the rich kid in class and Ferd was his sidekick. We got talking over a couple of beers, and they started talking of the girls who were there and who could be scored. I listened to their conversation with an appropriate knowing smirk, but my mind had started wandering to thoughts of Celia and the hell I would get tomorrow. They asked me what I thought of Melissa Olden and Edie Frankel. What could I think? They were the class pigs and nobody, except someone out of his mind, would give them a second look. Yet, there they were, in a corner, preening away, with come-hither looks in their eyes. Disgusting! Damie strolled over to them, and they seemed to be getting in to an animated conversation. I asked Ferd what was going on but he only smiled that stupid smile of his, and shrugged his shoulders as if to say "damned if I know!". Damie came back and then it became clear. "Hey guys, let' go to my house. Mel and Edie are coming too.my parents and sister are away for the week and we have it to ourselves." I mumbled something of having to get home soon and that they should leave me out of it. "You a fag Hansen?" That was Damie. I was jerked back in to reality. "No! uhh...I really have to be home." "Don't want any pussy, Boy?" Both Damie and Ferd were looking at me intently. This is how it happened. The story would be out that I had refused to go with them, and then the rumors would fly thick and fast. I took a deep breath, cleared my mind of the beer haze and said, "OK! Let's go." They both seemed relieved. We went up to the girls and said we were ready to leave and piled in to Damie's car. I had carried my beer with me although I knew I had had plenty to drink. But I needed it for what was to come. I found myself down in the basement of Damie's house. He had rolled a couple of joints and all of us had taken a couple of hits. I had quite a buzz by now and was not alarmed when the lights went out and the conversation died out. I heard the girls giggle and suddenly I realized what was going to happen. They had all taken their clothes off in the dark. Damie handed me a small packet and I could make out that he was totally naked and that his cock was as hard as a rock. I was sure that both the girls were naked too. In the gloom I could see Damie was fingering his cock and looked to see what Ferd was doing. I saw him fiddling about with his cock and then realized he was putting on a rubber. Melissa went up to Damie and kissed him on the lips. They got in to a clinch and then Damie laid her on the carpeted floor. I was staring at them fully clad. In the meantime Ferd had also lain down on the floor with Edie. The smell of sex pervaded the room, and I felt foolish standing up and looking down at them. Ferd had started grunting as he fucked Edie. Damie fucked Melissa as she stared at the ceiling with her legs wrapped around his bobbing ass. I felt sick. I was not excited in the least. I wanted to get the hell out of there, but there was no escape. Melissa was moaning now as Damie sped up the bobbing of his white translucent ass. "Oh God Damie, don't stop!" Damie grunted as he slammed in to Melissa and I knew that he had come as he slowed down his movements, panting heavily. Ferd's ass was a blur as he pumped away in to Edie. With a cry from Edie, Ferd plunged in to her cunt and tapered off with a spasmodic twitching. Damie got of Melissa, his cock gleaming with her juices and pointed at her. "She's all yours, dude!" I was cornered. Damie went in to the bathroom and I followed him to tell him that I had drunk too much. "Hey, you gonna take your clothes off or what?" I prayed to God to help me as I took my clothes off. I wondered how the hell I was going to get hard to put the condom on, let alone fuck Melissa. I tried to think of Melissa lying on the floor, her legs spread apart, waiting for me to fuck her, but it did not even make my cock twitch. I turned around to sheild myself from Damie and pulled desperately at my limp dick to stimulate myself; nothing seemed to be happening. I had to do something fast or the game was up. I thought of the times I had fucked Eric and the way my ass must have bounced as I powered in to his tight hole. I thought about how is ass must have bobbed when he was fucking me. It probably looked like Damie's ass when he was fucking Melissa. The vision of Damie's bobbing ass, pale white in the darkness caused a stir in my loins. I continued to jerk off and some semblance of hardness was apparent in my cock. "C'mon Hansen, she ain't going to wait all night!" I ripped the condom packet open and slipped the condom on my semi-hard cock. Thank God it was dark in the room so no one could see that I was not hard. Melissa lay there on her back, her legs spread apart. I climbed atop her and started sucking on her plump tits as she hissed her approval. I thought of Damie's ass again and how I would have liked to fuck it rather than Melissa's cunt. I imagined the rich kid groaning as he begged me to shove it in harder. I felt a hand on my ass and knew it was not Melissa's. Hers were wrapped around my body. I lifted my head and turned around to see Damie kneeling besides us with his hand on my ass. My cock jumped at this and it was hard when Melissa grabbed it to guide to her weeping snatch. I slammed my stiff cock in to her sloppy cunt and she groaned with pleasure. My cock powered between the puffy pink lips of her grabbing cunt as I started pumping in and out. It was a pasty feeling not like the tight grip of an asshole. I closed my eyes and imagined it was Damie bucking below me. I had beads of sweat on my brow as I tried to reach my orgasm. Melissa was mewing away as I thrashed away on top of her. I could feel the orgasm building up in my balls and I strained to obtain my release. I was slowly climbing the peak and I thought of Damie's split buns as I came over the top. I groaned more out of thankfulness than pleasure as I spewed my cum in to the condom in her cunt. I rolled off of her immediately and tried to catch my breath. "Wow man! That was something!" Damie was smiling as he said that to the room at large. I realized then that we had an audience. Ferd was yanking on his cock and Edie was fingering her cunt. I got up and went to the john and flushed down the cum filled condom. I felt relieved and yet ashamed by what I had done. Although I had proved my sexuality to this audience, it was a lie, and I felt I had betrayed myself as a person. Actually, betrayed was too strong, been disloyal was more like it. After we had all dressed, the girls wanted to go home. Damie wanted to know Ferd and I wanted to go too. Ferd said he would stay the night and I just wanted to get away. I sat in the back with Edie as Daimie drove with Melissa sitting beside him. We dropped the girls off and Damie asked me come in up front. We started chatting on the way home. He was excitedly discussing our fucking techniques, when his hand crossed over and he squeezed my leg. I was not sure what this meant. To me, Daimie had always appeared as straight as an arrow and his fucking with the greatest of gusto tonight had only proved the point. I glanced at him, but he was looking ahead at the road and continued talking so I did not read much in to this. I hurried upstairs and got ready for bed. I thought about the night's activities and pictured Damie's bobbing ass. I had the strangest of dreams. Disjointed segments of my fucking Melissa.unable to get a hard on.Damie besides me stroking my ass.Damie bending over and kissing my ass.Damie's bobbing ass.kissing Damie's bobbing ass. I had many replays of these segments like a closed loop tape. I was quite out of it in the morning. I called Melissa to apologize for not taking her home. "Thanks a lot asshole!" "Look I'm sorry.you OK?" "Fuck you!" "Can I come on over?" ".Umm.umm.suit yourself." "OK. give me half an hour." She was packing when I got there. "What time did you leave?" "Oh.not too long after you.Damie dropped me off." "Damie.since when have you been hanging around that asshole?" She was in a belligerent mood, understandably so. In a few hours she was leaving for the camp. "Look, I'm kinda busy." " Uh.he was there and he said I could hitch a ride." "I don't like him.fucking arrogant sonofabitch!" If only she knew! "Well it's not that we are buddy buddy." "You sorry about last night?" "Yup.really." "Lucky for you Eric was there to drop me home or I would have chopped your balls off!" ".Sorry." "Oh quit whining.you gonna write me? I got things to do." I took the address of the camp and myself decamped as fast as possible. I was pleased at myself for having resolved an awkward situation. The summer fell in to its usual rut. During the day I was stocking and in the evenings I just hung around the house. With Celia away I really did not have much to do. On weekends I hung around the local pool, mostly with my younger brother Giles and a bunch of friends from school. At nights I dreamt only of buns! Eric's buns! I was horny as hell and often beat off thinking of how I would like to split those buns! A month had passed since that night. I had written my letter to Celia and received no reply. At work I would often daydream of Damie and I wondered whether we would ever get together again. In my heart of hearts I knew that night was a one of, so although I was wistful I never expected anything further. One day after work as I reached home, Giles was in the kitchen and he yelled out at me. "Hey Manny.since when did you start hanging out with the top honchos?" "What honchos?" I went in to the kitchen and Giles handed me a post-it. My mother had left a note saying that Damien Pemberton had called earlier on. Buns had called me! I was elated. "I didn't know you hung around with the Pemberton kid." "Fuck Off!" "Nice language asshole!" I called the number and Damie picked it up almost at once. "Hi! Damie?" "Yes? Who is this?" "Damie, its Manny.Hansen." "Hey you! Where've you been?" "I just got back from work." "Uh.oh! Work.hehehe." "You called?" "Yeah, what you doing tonight?" ".Umm.I don't know." "Good.hehe.Mel is coming over, can you be here at nine?" ".Uhh." "Good, see you at nine!" He disconnected and I was left looking at the receiver. Oh Shit! Not again! Now what? The logistics too did not pan out. I would have to bike it over and it was a good twenty-minute trip. I used to go to Eric's but that was closer. At dinner I told my parents that I was going to Damie's, and they looked surprised. "He's in your class at school?"- That was my mother "Manny, you got the night safety stuff?"- That was my father "Yes dad." "Don't come in too late." It was a warm night as I pedaled furiously to Damie's. There were very few cars out that night. The large house was in darkness but I could see a light on in one of the downstairs rooms. I rang the bell and it chimed softly. After a couple of minutes Damien opened the door. "I didn't hear you come." "No, I rode over on my bike." "Oh." He led the way but I knew it already. We were in the basement and the music was on loud. There was no one else there. "You want a beer?" "Where is everyone?" "Who?" "Mel.Ferd?" "Oh, Mel couldn't come.something came up, and I don't know where the hell Ferd is, why?" "Oh nothing, just asking." "Beer? Or something else?" "Beer is Ok." He went into the anteroom and I heard the refrigerator being opened and closed and he came back with two cans of beer. "Here!" he tossed one at me. I opened the can and took a swig. He did the same to. "What job you have?" I told him about my job at the store and he seemed to be interested. It suddenly occurred to me that we were the only people around in the house. "Your folks home?" "Nah, they've gone to Vermont." "You alone here?" "Yeah, but the cleaning woman comes in everyday and leaves by about five in the evening." "You not working?" "Not really, don't have to." The luxury of being rich! We chatted for about an hour and I realized that being rich did not disqualify you from being nice. I started warming up to Damien as I he came across being quite disarming despite the various advantages he had in life. Suddenly he asked me, "You disappointed Mel didn't come?" "Not really.just asked." "Oh I know why you asked.hehe." I blushed at his innuendo. "You liked it.hehe." ".Hehe." "You jerk off thinking about it?" ".Some." "Too bad Mel ain't here but you could jerk me off instead." "Sure.WHAT?" I was not sure I had heard right. I stared at him open-mouthed. "You never jerked a guy off before?" This was awful. I was totally unprepared. "No, no.never!" He was laughing now. He was laughing at me. "Always a first time yah know." I was rooted to my seat and probably staring at him bug-eyed. He started laughing even louder. "Look at your face! I'm just kidding!" I did not think it was funny. He had touched a raw nerve. "Ok,Ok.just forget it!" We then spent a very pleasant evening just talking and talking. It was strange when I think about it. I had never really sat down and talked with anyone of my friends. Chatted- Yes; but talked- No. Damie had always come across in school as very arrogant but talking to him now I got glimpses of the insecurities that fuelled his arrogance. He was really a very reserved person and his bluster was just a cover-up. "You know when I was in grade school my mom chose all my friends?" "Why?" "Well she decided who I should mix with and who I shouldn't. Funny part was that though kids came over, I was never called back." "Why?" "The other mothers thought my mom was a pain in the ass.can't say they were wrong." "I once called this kid to play, but my mom said that he wasn't welcome here. I later overheard him telling another kid that his mom thought my mom shat gold bricks! They were laughing and the second kid said that I probably shat golden nuggets!" "Hehe." "No, it wasn't funny because the joke got around and soon all the kids called me `Nugs'." "Nugs?" "Yeah, for golden nuggets." "Hehe." "I hated the kids. I still hate most of them at school." "Ferd.?" "Nah, he's Ok but only looking for what he can get." How charitable! "Me?." "You're an asshole sometimes but I can live with that.hehe." Well, I was amused and flattered that I was one of the few people he did not hate! "Whattya think of me Hansen?" There was an expectant look on his face. "I think you are nice, I mean Ok." What I wanted to say was that he was nice but his buns were nicer! "Nice! You are so poliiiiiiiiiiiite!" I was up early the next day. My parents were in the kitchen while my mom made sure that Jesse, my younger sister, finished her breakfast. "You were in early last night." "Yes, ma." "I saw Eric at the library yesterday." "Yes." "He doesn't come over anymore?" "I guess he's got other things to do." "Wow, this boy is very talkative this morning!" "Libby, let him be." "Oh well." I looked across at my dad who had his head buried in the papers. For some reason he trusted me implicitly and I had lain awake many nights thinking of all the things I had lied to him about, and wondered if he knew what he would think of me. He believed I did not drink, smoke, or have sex! I grabbed a glass of milk and headed back to my room. Giles was in the bathroom and I hollered at him to hurry up. At work I mulled over my conversation with Damie the night before. I wondered why he had confided in me. In all honesty, I was uncomfortable with unsolicited intimacies. I talked to Damie during the week but he did not suggest we meet and I guessed that Ferd was available once again. Saturday was dad's golfing day. The club was a distance from where we lived and he would invariably leave before any of us was up. The lawn had to be mowed and my mom needed someone to help her with the grocery shopping and other weekly chores at the shopping center. I had no great desire to mow the lawn, but neither did Giles. We tossed for it and I won. Giles was mowing the lawn when we left with Jesse who had to be dropped off at her ballet class. The shopping center was nothing very fancy. Just value for money. As we pulled into a parking slot, a foreign sports job pulled up in the next slot. The car was a beauty. The guy driving it was even more beautiful. I cannot explain this but as I looked at him I knew that this guy was one in a million. To say handsome is an understatement. He loped out of the car before we could get out and headed to the row of stores. I remarked to my mom: "Nice car." "Yes indeed. I think it's the Longford boy." "You mean THE Longfords?" "Yes, I think so." The Longfords had to be the richest folks in our county. I knew they lived somewhere out of town on a well-guarded estate. I had seen them at some of the town functions but had never seen the son. Obviously he had never been at my school, because he could not have been much older than me. My mom believes in shopping for an army. By the time she was through the cart was overflowing. She handed the car keys over and said to load the groceries while went and had a prescription filled. I was hoping that the Longford car would still be there. I wanted another look at the boy. It was. I was busy loading the trunk when I heard, "You need any help?" I turned around and it was the boy. He had a cleaner's satchel slung over his shoulder as he looked at me quizzically. "No, I can manage." Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why on earth did I say that? "Hey, the carts blocking my way. Let me just pass you the stuff." "Ok, thanks." In about five minutes I had loaded the car and got the cart out of the way. "Thanks." "The name's Brooks." "Manny." "Manny? .Odd name." He saw my confusion. "No, I meant its an.umm.you don't come across many people called Manny." "Oh." "Well gotta run, nice meeting you Manny!" My Norse God then slung himself into his chariot and sped away. I stared after him. "Anything wrong?" It was mom. "No." "I saw you talking to him.?" "No, he helped me with the groceries." "Oh, that was nice of him." I did not even taste the tuna sandwich at lunch. I did not complain when mom said I had to help Giles mow the lawn. I only thought of Brooks Longford. The question spinning around in my mind was whether I would see Brooks Longford again. The faceless boys of my dreams now had faces. They all belonged to Brooks Longford. Buns and his buns were banished from my nocturnal reminisces. I had not really had a good look at his face but he had blue eyes and blonde hair. Sufficient details to embroider my fantasies with. Wednesday, Joshua Phillips, a guy from my class called up to say that he was having a party on Saturday. The only hitch was that I would have to bring my own booze. The only one I could think of whom could help me out of this predicament was my displaced hero-Buns! I thought over how I was going to approach the subject because I did not want him to think that I was calling to take advantage of him. Well, maybe I could ask him to come along and besides the booze I might get a ride too. "Damie?" "Yeah." "Manny.you doing anything on Saturday?" "Yeah." "Oh." Now what? "Whattya going to do?" "I'm thinking of going to a party, you know Joshua Phillips?" "Sure I know Phillips." This was becoming very uncomfortable. "Well I was wondering if you thought I could ask Melissa Olden out?" I must be mad! He cracked up over the phone. "Are you nuts?" "Well, I just." "I am going with Ferd, you wanna come along?" Thank You God, Thank You. "Sure." "You still want to ask Mel?" I started laughing nervously. Heavens, he had seen through me. "Hey Manny, don't worry about the booze, I got plenty." The Lord has strange ways of working. "And Manny, you want to sleep over here `cause it may get late." I was relieved that the arrangements had been made to my satisfaction. I do not think my parents were too happy that I would not come home that night but I guess the y let me go because they trusted me no to do too much damage. Drugs and Booze do not mix well. The party was raucously wild. There was a mad rush at the bar. Damie was getting more and more garrulous. I told Ferd that we had better watch out for Damie but he said that Damie was a big boy. I do not still recall how it happened exactly. We were near the bar. I saw Edie Frankel there with two big hulks. I remember Damie swaggering over to her. He said something like "Hey sweetie." One of the guys asked him to back off. I remember Damie lunging at Edie. Then the one of the guys swung at him. They hit him plumb on the jaw. I was behind Damie and caught him as he fell. I tried to cover him as the two guys tried to kick him. Ferd had run away. I covered Damie as the guys kicked me instead of him. Someone pulled them away as I tried to get Damie up. I wanted to get the hell out of there before anything more happened. Damie was moaning "bitch, bitch, bitch." and I was hurting as my sides had taken quite a pounding. "You need any help?" I looked up in to the face of Brooks Longford. .to be continued. ethansen@studmail.com