Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2005 04:42:46 +0000
From: Tom Hansen <etomhansen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Forever Brooks-Part 7 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
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Forever

Forever Brooks - Part 7

by Emmanuel Thomas Hansen - (Manny)

From Part 6: "With Achmed around I was sure I was pretty safe. I told Mom
that we would probably be going to a party with Brooks, and since we
would be returning late, we would sleep over.

And that was done "

Achmed did as he was told, and so at about seven, after dinner we went
over to Brooks' house. When he opened the door, he was wearing shorts,
and I knew that he had no intention of going out that night. He was as
charming as could be with everything laid out. I was still a bit wary as
I knew that he could be quite a chameleon.

I tried figuring out what condition Brooks was in. Had he been drinking
for long? There was only an empty highball glass and an unfinished can of
beer on the center table and I guessed he had just opened it. He did not
seem drunk for which I was thankful. He had the large TV set switched on
and some inane program was on. In front of the TV there was an
arrangement of a three-seat couch flanked by two loose chairs and a
center table. Brooks led us in and Achmed perched himself at the corner
of the couch, while Brooks and I sat on the chairs facing each other. I
was surreptitiously scrutinizing Brooks as he shifted in the chair and
lifted his legs up on the table.

"Manny, why don't you go and get Achmed and yourself a couple of beers?
While you're at it, get me one too."

I looked at Achmed who nodded and I went to the kitchen to find the
beers. I looked in the icebox and there were only three which I grabbed
along with a bag of Fritos lying on the counter. When I returned, Brooks
and Achmed were having an animated discussion of Turkish carpets, and I
knew too little to participate. I did not know Brooks knew either, but he
was smart enough to let Achmed do most of the talking. The subject then
turned to the beaches of Turkey and the merits and demerits of the Greek
islands. Achmed, as could be expected, was hostile to the idea of
anything Greek being superior, and was quite eloquent in the defense of
the Turkish beaches.

"Do they have any nude beaches in Turkey?"

I sat up. Before Achmed could reply, Brooks was waggling his empty can at
me and saying:

"Manny hop to the kitchen and get us some more beers, and if there aren't
any get them from the basement."

This was a good ten minute trek. I felt like telling him to go fuck
himself and get them himself--I was not his fucking servant--but I could
not as Achmed was there and I wanted things to be pleasant for his sake.
It took me more than ten minutes to find a six-pack cold enough to haul
upstairs, with another kept in reserve. This was going to be a long
evening.

When I got back, Achmed had taken his shoes off and was sprawled on the
couch. They grabbed the beers and started downing them fast as they
excluded me from their conversation that had now turned to Turkish women!
I could see that both of them were enjoying themselves in each others'
company and I felt a bit left out of all their banter. I tried to break
in but they were just not interested in anything I had to add, and I
lapsed into an observant silence, nursing my now warm beer. Brooks was
laying it thick on Achmed and Achmed was responding like a simpering
fool. What the hell! I chugged my beer and grabbed another one. The best
thing I could do was to enjoy my beers.

There was a momentary lull in the conversation and all eyes turned to the
TV. The sound was up as there was a commercial on. Brooks swung into the
kitchen and got some more beers. They were at it again. What the hell
were they going on about? I was on my third beer by now and I noticed
that Achmed was drinking faster than I had ever seen him before. On my
fourth beer it was apparent that they wished I was gone as they excluded
me completely from the conversation and I started getting annoyed. I felt
pangs of jealousy at being excluded and it appeared my only job was to
keep the beers going. Brooks and I ran relays getting the beers and I was
sure that once the beers were over, back to the basement for me. I was
getting a light buzz by now and feeling more relaxed as the chat drifted
from one topic to the other. Achmed was expounding on his summer visit
and plans for his stay in America. As if any of us were interested.
Brooks lapped it up and suddenly he looked up and said:

"Manny, I've got one of your favorite movies on tape."

Favorite movies, what favorite movies? What the fuck was he talking
about?

"Put it on," chanted Achmed and I was too loaded too really care. Brooks
flipped open the VCR and put on the tape. Turning to me he said:

"Manny we're out of beers, be a good guy get us some, while I rewind the
tape."

What the fuck did I care what he did with the tape as long as someone
else got the beers. The Fritos were over and I was suddenly hungry for
more.

"Oh c'mon Manny, get the beers--don't be such a piss head.

Piss head my ass! I stumbled to the basement and staggered the way back
to the kitchen. The son of a bitch had acquired a free servant that day.
I grabbed three beers from the refrigerator and made my way back. I
remembered the Fritos and went back to locate another bag. The movie was
obviously on as I could here something on the TV. At the very least they
could have waited for me!

I entered the room with the three beers under one arm and the bag of
Fritos under the other. I froze as my eyes focused on the TV.

"Shit!! The bastard had put on a gay porno movie!!"

I thought I was going to throw up. Had he gone mad? Did he realize that
Achmed could repeat this to someone else? The shock turned to anger at
the arrogance of the bastard to think he could fuck around like this. The
weeks of frustration that had been simmering below came to a boil.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Can't you see?"--said so matter-of-factly

I dumped everything down on the table and wildly turned to Achmed. We
were going to get the fuck out of here.

Achmed had a beatific smile on his face, and his eyes glazed as they
fixed on the TV. There was no way he was going to leave. I was standing
in the room, furious as hell, but unable to decide as to what to do next.
I was so livid that I thought of smashing one of the cans into Brooks
smug face. I looked at the cans littering the table, and not having
anything better to do, went to the kitchen to get a garbage bag to clear
the mess.

"Achmed, you want to leave?"

Stupid question which did not even get an acknowledgment. After cleaning
up the best I could I sat on the chair opposite Brooks. The two of them
were intent on the grappling on the screen. Brooks looked across at me
for a moment--there was a wry smile on his damned face--and shrugged his
shoulders as if to say what could he do. What a sicko!

Brooks suddenly jerked towards Achmed and pointing at me said

"You know, Manny is a better cock sucker than any of these guys."

I thought I was hearing things. The guy had gone nuts!

"Do you want to see?

What the fuck did he want to do now? I looked at Achmed to gauge his
reactions, but he was getting there and did not care what was happening.
I realized through the fog that Brooks had sprung his trap. I noticed the
bulge at the fly of Achmed's pants and knew that the events were having
the desired effect on him. This was probably his first gay porno. He
squirmed in his chair as he looked first at Brooks and then me. Now
Brooks came and stood in front of my face. Achmed's eyes were on us--the
horny bastard had decided that live action would be better than that on
the screen. The groans on the TV were getting louder as Brooks undid his
zip and slid his cock out, the single eye of which stared me in the face.
I stared back at the fully erect cock that had been thrust in my face. I
felt a bit self-conscious, not willing to do anything in front of an
audience. The heat had started to build in my crotch and I heard myself
moan as I opened my mouth and swallowed the cock to the hilt. My face
nestled in his pubes as his balls banged a tattoo on my chin. Brooks
thrust his hips forward to shove his cock down my throat. I saw Achmed
had brought his face forward, watching, as I closed my eyes before I
started bobbing up and down on the throbbing cock that I now held in my
mouth. Brooks got his hands behind my head and pressed so hard that I
almost gagged swallowing his cock.

Brooks stepped back and ordered:

"Take your clothes off!"

"No!

Incredulously, Achmed started stripping. I think we were all quite
trashed. Brooks started shedding his clothes too, and soon I was the only
one in the room with any clothes on. Achmed--yes shy and unassuming
Achmed--reached out for Brooks and suddenly they were in an embrace, lips
tightly screwed on to each other and tongue fucking their way to blissful
oblivion. I was astounded and the heat in my loins was becoming
unbearable as I watched in awe at their feline movements. When I shed my
clothes, I must have been in a trance. Even today I do not remember how I
got naked, but there I was with my clothes in a heap on the carpet. They
broke apart and Brooks had a triumphant look on his face as he told
Achmed:

"Manny wants a fuck, help me."

I laid down on my back on the carpet as Brooks moved in between my legs.
He bent over and took my cock between his lips and nibbled at the cock
head with his sharp teeth. It felt so good that I had started to moan.
Achmed was at the back of my head and I saw the mushroom of his turgid
cock loom above my face. I flicked at it with my tongue as the precum
snaked its way onto my face. Brooks now had his arms below my thighs and
he lifted my legs to get a better view of my balls and asshole. He
tongued each ball, nibbling gently, before swallowing them both. I was in
a sexual frenzy as his tongue slid down and flicked into my asshole. My
breathing was getting heavier and I could feel the currents swirl in my
head.

"Achmed, lean over and grab his ankles."

Achmed's cock was now in my face as he positioned himself and grabbed
hold of my ankles. I was the flying angel about to get my brains fucked
out. I licked at Achmed's groin as he leaked his precum all over my
chest. My ass was slapped a few times before I felt the knob press
against my asshole. With a grunt, Brooks had entered me and was now
pushing his way deep into my stomach. The penetration was deep--this was
the first time that I had been fucked lying on my back. I closed my eyes
as the pumping started. the cock rocketed in and out as the thrusting
hips caused the balls to slap against my ass cheeks. Brooks was fucking
me with a maniacal fervor. I opened my eyes to see his grimacing face as
he fucked to split me in half. The banging reached a crescendo when with
a shot of triumph he unleashed a powerful thrust and his throbbing cock
pumped his turbulent essence into my tortured hole. Brooks was exhausted
as he disentangled himself, and his body was slick with sweat. I was in a
daze, from the beers and the position I had been fucked in. Gently I felt
around my ass to check if I was OK, and saw the slight smear of red on my
finger tips. Achmed was on his knees staring at us while ropes of precum
made their way to the carpet. I could not look Achmed in the eye and
rolled over on the carpet frigging my hard on against the rough surface,
trying to get the release I so dearly begged for. I turned my head to
face Brooks--to see how he was. I still had that innate need to satisfy
him, after all I was the best.

He was on his hands and knees, staring down at me. For the first time
that evening I thought I recognized the expression on his face. It was
inquiring yet thoughtful

"You OK?" He asked of me softly.

I nodded silently. I do not know why but I suddenly felt like crying. As
I turned away to hide my imminent tears, I saw Achmed hustle behind
Brooks' ass. I had forgotten about him. I froze as he shoved his nose
between the ass cheeks and I could hear his tongue lapping at Brooks'
hole. Brooks made no effort to move. On the contrary he leaned forward,
thrust his ass out, and cradled his head in his arms.

Brooks--my Brooks--spread his knees as Achmed reared up and placed his
cock at the puckered hole of the ass in front of him. I watched as he
moved his cock around the hole, lubricating the tip and hole with his
precum. I moved closer to watch as Achmed's neck muscles stood out with
the strain of leveraging the cock into the waiting hole. As the shaft
slid in effortlessly, I felt myself choke and the tears flowed freely
from my eyes. A silent moan wracked my body. As the pumping started my
hands flew down to my crotch and I matched fist with cock. Each thrust of
Achmed's wet and glistening cock into Brooks' ass sent a stab of pain
through my heart. Brooks was moaning now as he wantonly rotated his hips
to parry Achmed's thrusts. I came in short bursts as the tautness in my
balls was relieved to the sound of Brooks' ass being slapped. But this
was no sweet release. I felt bereft as I saw the pumping rod move in and
out of Brooks' ass, splitting the hole so that the pink insides could bee
seen. Brooks was pushing back at Achmed as the tempo increased. He braced
himself with his hands as Achmed threw all of his reserves into this
frantic coupling. With a shout in gibberish he slammed into Brooks and
humped away in a frenzy. It was over, as Achmed pulled his cock out, but
Brooks still lay in that prone position. I rolled and turned away on my
side.

The animal noises had now subsided.

Fucking bastards!

A hand reached out over me and tried to turn me over. I was damned if I
was going to respond. The hand carried down to my crotch, felt my cock,
and slowly started stroking my body. The touch was gentle, loving
and...kind. I turned and looked into Brooks' face. I was barely inches
away and he lifted himself and glued his lips to mine. He caught my head
in his hands as his tongue flicked all over my mouth and with an immense
effort he sucked taking my tongue and breath into his body. The passion
surged in me and I started responding to his ministrations. I looked into
his eyes, those deep pools of blue, and I knew that I was lost. I did not
care that Achmed was there as I began my quest to possess this body. I
licked his nipples and nibbled them gently as my hands groped between his
legs. His cock was hard and his balls swollen. His hands were between my
legs and he started rubbing my cock gently. My precum was running like a
tap as I lowered my head and traced my tongue to his groin. His pubes
smelt of his maleness as I swallowed his hard cock to the hilt. It
throbbed in my mouth as the blood rushed in and engorged the head. I
licked below lightly. I slid back to his face and kissed him deeply
before turning him over. I clambered on to his back, scooped my hands
from below and clasped his chest. I rubbed my inflamed dick up and down
the crack of his ass. He was responding now as he gently bucked his hips
to match the rubbing of my cock. My precum had lubricated my cock head as
I pushed against his asshole to enter his pulsating ass. It slid in
slowly and deliberately as he clamped his ass muscles around its length.
He moved his legs so that I was now lying between and he hooked his feet
around my ankles from underneath. Using his feet as the fulcrum I was
able to pivot my cock deep into his ass. I stroked hard and deep to reach
that state of ecstasy that my body cried out for. The fuck was timeless.
In and out I screwed him as his ass grabbed at all the cock I could give
him. I was gasping now as my climax was fast approaching. He was bucking
now and whimpering with pleasure as I hammered away for all I was worth.
And then the explosion. It was sudden. I thought my cock had exploded in
hiss ass as my cum gushed out of the top of my cock into the very depths
of his ass.

"Don't stop! Don't stop!"

I moved in and out gently as the pounding in my heart slowed down. I felt
this rush of love envelope my body as I kissed the back of his neck.

"Please let this go on forever!...Brooks!...Brooks!" I prayed to myself
as the languor overtook my body. I lay on top of him with my softening
cock up his ass. I wanted this to be the eternal fuck and the last thing
that I remember as I went off to sleep was the sigh of ecstasy escaping
from Brooks' lips. In my dreams he and I lived forever--love, youth and
beauty our companions. Our love overcame all barriers as we took our
place amongst the constellation of stars in the universe.

When I awoke it was late in the morning. Brooks was besides me with his
arm across my body. I turned and looked at him, to say something, but he
was fast asleep. I scrutinized his face and felt the outpouring of my
love for him. I knew then, that I would forgive him for anything. He was
my Achilles' Heel but I hoped he was not my doom.

I shook Achmed awake and gestured for him not to wake Brooks. We silently
dressed and as we were about to leave, Brooks stirred awake. Our eyes
met--his blue my hazel. I thought I saw the flicker of love as he gazed
upon me, smiled and said:

"You going?"

"Yeah, gotta get back-morning y'know."

"Call you later...bye Achmed."

The previous nights binge had left me with no appetite. We struggled
through both lunch and dinner, and were grateful that night had come as
fast as it did.

Sunday dawned and it was the day that Achmed was leaving. We were up late
and I helped Achmed and his dad move his things into the hotel. I had the
bedroom to myself again and as I sat on the bed I felt the void left by
Achmed's departure. He had been a good sort and I had enjoyed his company
over the summer. I thought of him and Brooks and it pissed me off. It was
not Achmed's fault, but I still did not want to accept what had happened.
I waited for Brooks to call as I expected him to at least bid Achmed
good-bye. No such luck. After moping around the house till late
afternoon, I went to the pool. Celia and a few girls were with the guys
as I made my way over. I asked if anyone had seen Brooks--no one had--and
Celia gave me a knowing smirk.

Fuck her! Fuck Brooks!

The bastard really knew how to play my strings. I could not understand
this bizarre behavior. I t was really a case of blow hot--blow cold. I
was coming to the end of my tether. I could not handle it any more. I
just lay quietly in the sun trying to blank out thoughts of Brooks and
sex out of my mind. I succeeded to a point.

The next two days I eyed the telephone, hoping it would ring. The useless
vigil was getting on my nerves. I had almost given up hope. The summer
was nearly over and perhaps as far as Brooks was concerned-his
relationship with me. We would all be going back to school and would be
busy in our "scholarly pursuits". A sense of gloom descended over me as I
decided to face the obvious. Brooks called me only when he wanted
something--always my ass!

Achmed's father really laid it on that Sunday night at dinner. Amongst
the presents that he gave us was a gold watch for me which I still
treasure. Achmed just slipped out of my life that Sunday night and I
never had the time to tell him how much he had helped me during the
summer. We met just once during the past year but our relationship never
extended beyond expected civilities again.

The coming Friday was the day my parents were going to drop me off at
college, which happened to be a four hour drive from home. Freshman had
to report Labor Day weekend for a three day orientation program. Brooks
would be coming up only on the following Tuesday. I was packed and ready
to go on Wednesday while Giles had already started coveting my unclaimed
possessions.

It was already Wednesday and there was no word from Brooks. I had given
up for the phone to ring in despair and resigned myself to him not
calling.

I had already stopped working the past weekend and was hanging around at
home Wednesday night when the phone rang. It was Brooks. He asked me if
Achmed had gone, and I asked him what he had expected. I intended to get
together with the gang one last time before college as Thursday was out
because of the early start on Friday.

Brooks wanted to know if I wanted to go to this great hang out he had
heard about recently. It was an hours drive away, in a few towns further
up. I said I could not and hung up before he had a chance to try and
change my mind. I was still pissed off that he had had it off with
Achmed.

Mom was in the kitchen where I had taken the call, and she said that
maybe I ought to reconsider. According to her, I had been grouching
around the house ever since Achmed had left, and maybe some company would
put me in a better frame of mind. That was all the excuse I needed. I
called back. It took ages for him to answer. I said I had changed my mind
if it was OK with him. He said he would have to think about it...then he
said OK...and then "great!" with a lot more enthusiasm. He would come and
get me in an hour.

This was my first date with him if you could think of it that way. I was
quite excited, no, really excited. I wore the best clothes that I had
hoping that he would notice. He came on the dot. He told my parents that
we would be back late because of the drive and my dad cautioned us about
drunk driving. Soon we were speeding away in his dad's Lincoln.

It was no hangout!! It was a gay discotheque. It was my first time in
one. The atmosphere intimidated me and I clung to him as we made our way
to the bar. He ordered me a seven- and-seven and a neat scotch for
himself. I looked at him as he paid for the drinks. The lick of blonde
hair across his forehead. The nose straight in profile with a slight tilt
at the end. His lips were full and when he smile it would send sensuous
shivers down my spine. This was the vision that haunted my dreams at
night and tormented me during the day. He turned to me and lifted his
glass showing his even teeth and penetrated my soul with those baby-blue
eyes of his. I knew then that I could never resist him. We chatted for a
while before he said he had to go to the john.

I was left alone at the bar. An older guy sidled up to me and said:

"Hi!"

I said "hi!" back.

And then out of the blue:

"Has any one ever told you that you're very pretty? You look
like...uhh...let me see...Rob Lowe."

I stuttered something and started to blush. He turned away as Brooks came
back. Brooks wanted to know what was going on but I said it was of no
consequence.

I had excused myself to take a leak. I was standing in front of the
mirror on the wash basin. I curiously examined myself from all angles. I
had never thought of Rob Lowe, but now that the guy had mentioned it, I
saw a marked resemblance. For the first time I appraised myself--looking
at my chestnut hair, hazel eyes, the tanned face with the owl patches
where the sun glasses had been. My features were even and my parents had
paid for the mouthful of teeth with which I could really smile.

"God!" I thought, "I really look good!"

When I got back to the bar Brooks was waiting for me. His eyes smiled
into mine, and mine smiled back. He lifted his glass and said to me:

"Here's to you kid, you look good!...Damn good!"

For the first time that summer I truly believed him. I was elated.

The music was loud and it was becoming more and more difficult to talk.

"Do you want to dance?"

"Here! I mean now...in front of all these people?..."

"Where else you nit?...C'mon there are others dancing...don't be such a
boob."

"Someone we know may come in..."

"Soooo...What are they doing here any way huh?..."

I followed him to the dance floor. There were three or four pairs of men
hugging in a slow dance. He turned towards me and placed his hands on my
shoulders as he drew me in close. I had never danced with a guy, and
certainly not in public. I felt awkward and it showed.

"Don't worry...nothing is going to happen..."

He tilted my head and kissed me full on the lips. The speakers were
blaring away about someone trying to mend a broken heart-- the kiss
mended mine.

I was embarrassed and closed my eyes while resting my chin on his
shoulder. We danced for sometime and I started relaxing and enjoying
myself.

"Is this what the future holds for us?" I thought.

The music changed and we went off the floor. We were soon at the bar on
our second round of drinks. It was pretty crowded now and in the crush I
leaned forward to Brooks' ear and said:

"You know, I think I really love you."

"What d'ya mean think?"

"No, I mean I really love you."

"OK!"

"How about you?...I mean what do you...you know what...?"

"Oh c'mon man...lighten up.. enjoy..."

"No! I want to know."

"I think you're cute."

"That's all?"

"What d'ya want me to say?...I told you what I think...don't push me..."

I let it go at that. I threw myself into having a good time. Summer was
over and I had had the time of my life. The good and the bad.

While driving home Brooks said that we could have gone to his place but
his parents were home. He slowed down and pulled into a parking area
hidden from the main road by a copse of trees.

"Why have you stopped?"

"Pay back time--I want a blow job."

He shifted his seat back, stretched his legs and undid the top of his
pants and pulled his briefs down. It was dark and I could not see too
well, but the jutting cock, like the Eiffel Tower was unmistakable.

"C'mon Manny, hurry up."

Shit! This was so bloody mechanical. I hesitated but he leant forward and
grabbed my neck from behind and pushed my face towards his waiting cock.
It was done so roughly that the tipped just missed poking me in the eye.
I got a whiff of his maleness and my simmering passions were now aroused.
The alcohol also helped to inflame my ardor.

I flicked out my tongue and licked the ridge of his mushroom all around.
I heard him hiss above me. His cock was hard and hot. The precum had just
started oozing and I licked it up. I opened my mouth wider and smoothly
slipped the cock in. My lips were at the base and his pubes were in my
nostrils.

I licked up and down the shaft of his cock. I bobbed along--up and
down--as his hips started bucking to meet my ravenous mouth. He let go of
my hair and placed his hands on either of my shoulders, pressing them
down with the urgency of his demands. He was moaning now as I lightly
nibbled along the length of his shaft and the tip of the mushroom. He had
started bucking more as the saliva trickled to his pubes and wet his
balls. I increased the speed of my bobbing head as I felt he was close to
blowing his load. I waned to suck him so hard that the marrow in his
bones would be sucked dry. He was really thrusting into my face now and
then he groaned and shoved up hard as his cock head hit the back of my
throat. His cock throbbed as he launched his load of cum into my waiting
mouth--deep in my throat. I swallowed greedily and drank at the cock head
like I was drinking the nectar of the Gods. It was more sweet than salty
as the warm liquid coursed down my throat. He was panting now as he
gently raised my head and held it in his hands.

He crushed his lips on mine as his tongue roved into my mouth to taste
the sweetness of his cum. We kissed long, hard and deep before he broke
away and said:

"It's late we better get moving."

I nodded.

We pulled out onto the road.

"Manny, you're OK...you're really OK man...When you leaving?"

"Friday...seven in the morning"

"Tomorrow evening then?"

"I can't...the parents will get pissed off..."

"OK. I guess I'll give you a call before you leave."

Liar! Empty promises as usual. Lies and more lies!

When he dropped me off at home I lingered at the car door hoping he would
say something more. With a wave he was off and I would see him only at
school now.

My hard on hurt. I jerked off furiously thinking only of Brooks shooting
his essence down my throat. Why could not the bastard see me tomorrow
during the day?

I slept surprisingly well that night. I had enjoyed myself in spite of
all my fears--mainly of exposure--at my first public outing. When he had
kissed me I thought I was going to die from both pleasure and fear. I had
enjoyed his company and I realized how much being around him meant to me.
My only doubts were how long this would last. Suppose he walked out of my
life?

"Dear God...don't let that ever happen!"


To be continued...

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