Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2012 00:03:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chris Martin <kaholo1154@yahoo.com>
Subject: Godbrother Ricky, Part 16

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Godbrother Ricky, Part 16:

Previously: When I got back to the room, Robby was up.  "Hey, how'd it go?
How's Rick?"  I answered Robby, and he was quick to pick up on my remorse
response.  "Hey, why so sad?"  "You wouldn't understand!" I answered as I
took off my boxers, got into bed and pulled the light sheet over my body.
Robby gave me my space, and just turned off the light.  "G'night."

I laid on my side facing away from Robby, hugged my pillow tight, and fell
asleep. I guess I was emotionally drained as well as physically tired, I
slept straight through the night, and woke feeling refreshed but also sad
and you'd think drained, but no.

I didn't say much to Robby or reply when he greeted me good morning.  I
didn't say much at breakfast either.  As we got ready for another day of
exercises, weight training, VB skills/drills and scrimmage, Robby broke the
silence, "I am told I am a good listener."

I was physically there for the training, but my mind was somewhere else.
Clark noticed the distraction and that I was not giving the usual 100%
effort, the competitor was not present.  We ran the mile and I was okay
with coming in almost last; we did the hill and I did okay—not first and
not last.

"Eh braddah, you okay? You feeling alright" Hoku asked me concerned.

I looked at him as if to say, "what's it to you?"  Before I answered, Hoku
put his arm my shoulder as though we were best friends, "braddah, even at
breakfast we all noticed something."

I looked down at my feet as we walked, "I'm okay, I just nevah sleep good;
I'm kind of tired."

"You sure?" Hoku asked me not really accepting my not getting a good
night's rest excuse.  I nodded.  "Okay then, you better turn up the gears
cause you no like sit out during scrimmage today!" advised Hoku and ran to
join his buddies.

As we entered the gym, Robby walked next to me and placed his hand on my
back and rubbed it several times up and down.  "Come on, time to bust ass!"

When we were ready to do a hitting drill, I was put on the side and another
setter replaced me. What I blow! I looked at Clark and he just avoided my
stare.  I stood on the side with my arms folded across my chest and just
did not seem enthused.

"Your body language suggests you don't want to be here," Clark said to me
but not looking at me but observing the action.

"Ah fuck you Clark!"  I remarked.

He turned quickly, "What?" he shouted at me. "What did you say to me?"

The guys on our court stopped and looked toward our direction.  Almost near
silence on our end.  I met Clark's stare, "I said fuck you Clark!" I
answered him without shouting.

"And why do I deserve that kind of insolence?" he asked, but before I could
answer, he continued, "You know, I don't care what kind of crisis or drama
you are going through, but when you are here to practice and learn, I want
your full participation, 100% attention that you have been giving these
past few days." His face was turning red; he took off his glasses, and
approached me closer so now I was looking into his baby blue eyes, and
continued, "If something is bugging you, talk to us, don't expect us to
baby you and coddle you. So I suggest if you are not going to give me 100%,
then leave."

I looked at him, and felt the stares of the other players.  I saw Robby
approaching me, but before he got any closer, I turned and walked out. I
held my head up like the proud stubborn asshole I cannot do wrong piss head
I was being.  I knew I was wrong by telling Clark to fuck off.  But then
and there I was not ready to apologize.  He was absolutely right, I needed
to share with him what was preventing me from giving 100%.  But how can I
tell him or Robby or Hoku that I was sad cause Rick was going back east and
how I had fallen in love with him, how much I missed him.

I heard Robby call out to me but I did not turn, and I heard Clark tell him
to come back, "let him go and clear his head."

I walked out of the gymnasium and needing time alone, I walked towards the
back entrance of the pool.  No one around.  Water (especially the ocean)
has always had a huge calming effect on me.  I took my shirt, shoes, socks
and knee pads off, and dove in the water.  The coolness enclosed it self on
my skin.  It felt good.  I stayed on the deep end and swam to the bottom of
the pool.  I laid on my back for a while before surfacing onto my back, and
back floated squinting into the bright sunlight.  I think I stayed in the
water for about 15 minutes before I got out and sat on the bleachers to dry
my self up.

I went to the locker room and sat in the corner, out of sight.  I heard
voices coming down the hallway.  "I don't know what got into him...I had
him leave...I wonder if it had anything to do with the call he got last
night from some guy name Chris..." Clark was talking to someone.  "He's a
good kid...easy going... something really got to him!"

I waited a while until it was quiet.  I gathered my things and went to the
cafeteria.  I must have been the last to get my lunch. I got my drinks and
walked over to join Robby and the others.  Nothing was said, but the others
carried on with their conversation.  I felt Robby's eyes on me, and looked
up at him and just smiled, and he smiled back at me.

I ate quickly and got up and went to Clark's table.  All eyes, who knew
what happened this morning, were on me.  I approached Clark, "Excuse me
Clark?"  Clark looked up at me.  Before he acknowledged me, "May I speak to
you?"

Clark looked at me—his eyes focused on me but not sternly, "What you
have to say you can share with everyone before the afternoon session."  And
with a nod of his head, he dismissed me.

I nodded back.

Group 1 gathered out on the field.  Clark stepped up, "Okay before we
begin, Chris, is there something you want to say?"

"Damn," I thought to myself, "yeah to you, not the whole group!"

I cleared my voice as I walked to the front where Clark was standing.  I
faced Clark, "First, I want to apologize to you for being disrespectful and
acting like an asshole; I was wrong and I displaced on you."  And then I
turned part ways to the guys, "I want to apologize to you guys too for not
participating 100% and sulking; didn't mean to suck the mana (Hawaiian for
energy). I'm here to play hard."  I stepped back.

Clark smiled at me, stuck his hand out, and I shook his hand and he pulled
me in for a hug and said, "Kiddo, you're one terrific guy!"

The guys came around and gave he high 5's and pats on the back.  Hoku came
up to me and whispered in my ear, "braddah, I got something to make you
feel good later."

The afternoon session went well.  The setters went through their drills of
hand sets. I was energized and did well.  My replacement earlier this
morning did not do well.  We had another scrimmage but the teams were
different; Robby and I were on the same team with Al, Hoku, Kimo and Keoni.
We were the boarders against the day kids (namely guys who lived on the
island or with relatives).  We played well together; we took 3 games
easily!

Practice done!

"Where are you going?" Robby asked me.

I felt I needed to get rid of some pent up energy.  "I'm going to go for a
run and then the hill!" I answered him.

Hoku came up to me, "Eh, I going leave something for you; I going put `em
in the laundry room by the end table in the cabinet."  And gave me a
wink. "Take it easy Pineapple!"

"I'll see you later!  I'm going to see about getting rub down for my legs,"
said Robby. "My quads are burning!"  He headed toward the locker room area
to see the PT.  He did a lot of jumping in today's practice; I set him a
lot of balls.

The others headed back to the dorm.  The three boys from the other private
school had plans for the evening; they were going to some aunt's house for
a birthday party.  Al was getting together with a relative, and James as
usual met up with his aunt.

I set off at a good pace.  I must have run more than 2 miles, when I got to
the hill by the dorm.  I caught my breath before I sprinted up the hill,
and back down.  Rest for 20-30 seconds before I sprinted up again, and back
down and rest, and repeated that for about 10 times.  I felt my quads
burning.  I headed back to the dorm, and damn my quads were tightening up
on me, and fast!

I sat on the grass and started to do my quad stretches, and damn if the
other quadriceps didn't cramp up on me while I was stretching out the
other.  I was in agony!

"Hey, you okay?" shouted Clark as he came running to me.

I could not answer cause the cramps were getting intense!  Clark had me
roll onto my stomach, flexed my knees and pulled upward.  He was able to
stretch my quads out and it subsided a bit.  He helped my up and I loss my
balance and pressed up against him.  He caught me, "easy there!"  He held
me around the waist with his right arm.  I wrapped my left arm around his
shoulders, which felt solid and strong.  And even though I was in
pain/discomfort, I felt a stirring in my loins.

"I think I can walk by myself!" I lied.  I managed several steps along and
started to feel my right quad tightening up again.  And loss my
balance. Clark caught me. I wrapped my right arm on his shoulders and he
assisted me back to the dorm.  When we had to step down I felt not only my
quad but also my hip flexors tighten up. I let out a loud agony of pain as
I lost my balance forward and falling into Clark's arms.

"C'mon, let me work on those legs and get rid of that lactic acid build
up," Clark said as he open the door to his apartment, which was at the end
of the boy's wing.

I hobbled into his one bedroom apt which had very little furniture.  He led
me to his bedroom with one double bed that was unmade.  I stood there as he
tidied the sheet out and placed a beach towel on it.  "Go on and lie back,"
he said.

I slowly got on the bed; it was difficult to get my leg fully extended. He
left the room and returned with a glass of orange juice and a
banana. "Here, you need some liquids in you and maybe this will help too!"

He grabbed some lotion from the night stand, and sat at the edge of the
bed.  "You might have to raise your shorts up higher."  And as if on cue,
my right leg with into a strong cramp not just in the thigh region but also
into the hip region.

"I think I need to take my shorts off cause it's not going to raise up high
enough for you to get to this area," I kind of suggested. Without waiting
for his answer, I slipped my shorts off, leaving my jock strap on, and laid
back.

Clark went to work on my left quads; firm touch on my thigh, which I liked.
"Damn you really gave yourself a workout!  And that is why we, as coaches
and trainers, limit the amount of workout so you don't injure yourself." I
am not sure if it was he or I who spread my leg out further.  He had huge
hands and his hands gripped my thigh nicely.  His fingers slid along my
inner thigh and as he stroked upward, his fingers brushed against my jock
covered balls, which had me stirring.

He worked his hands up and down my thigh; then did some pressure technique
where he pushed on the hip bone in the front and then stroked hard downward
along the length of the muscle. I let out a groan because it hurt like
heck! And in doing so I lift my hips off the bed exposing the outline of a
confined erect cock.  "Are you okay? Was that too much for you?"  he asked
as he gently stroked my thigh and letting his fingers trace along the
outline of my jock.

I looked at him and then placed my hand on his, "Yeah, it just hurt for a
while."

Clark then climbed on the bed and moved to my right side. He was perspiring
and took his shirt off wiping his abs and forehead.

He spread some lotion on my right thigh.  Clark stroked my thigh with light
pressure and increased the pressure to a deep pressure.  Clark positioned
himself close to me and I could feel the heat from his leg.  Initially I
had my hand behind my head, and I as lowered my arm to my side, Clark's
thigh was there, and I placed my hand on his thigh.  He did not say a
thing.  He repositioned himself and in doing so, I got to see that he was
sporting an erection. He was at an angle facing me and I placed my hand at
my side letting it land wherever it fell, which was again on his thigh.

Clark did the same technique as before and once again, I lifted my hips off
the bed.  However at the end, he did something different and applied
pressure going up. I responded lifting my pelvis off the bed and it was
only all to clear that I had a hard on.  As I lowered slowly, Clark
continued to let his hands glide up along toward my hip and this time his
finger went under my jock strap, only to graze my ball and shaft.  I raised
up on my elbows as he moved higher, looked him straight in his face, and
when he glanced up, he saw me looking right into his eyes.

"That feels good." I said in a soft voice.

Clark stroked his hands downward and proceeded upward and this time his
inner hand dropped a bit lower medially, and as he massaged upward, his
fingers went further under my jock strap.  When he was close to my cock, I
placed my left hand on his and shifted his hand on my cock, and then with
my right, I reached for his cock.

"I know what I am doing and what I want," I said to him looking into his
baby blues.  I leaned forward to kiss him.  He did not move to meet me, but
I continued forward and kissed his lips gently.  As I was about to break
away from is lips, I felt Clark lean forward and he opened his mouth and
French kissed me gently.

As we French kissed, he stroked my cock with his oiled hand, and I stroked
his cock through his shorts.  His cock felt long and thick.  "Let me help
you out of these," he said as he grabbed the sides of my jock strap and
started to pull down. I lifted my pelvis a bit, and when the jock had
cleared my cock, my cock slapped hard against my belly.

Clark grabbed my cock, "Nice, you are so fucking hot!"  He kissed he again,
but this time he grabbed the back of my head and kissed me deeply.

I broke off the kiss, "Hey, no fair! Let me help you out of your shorts."
And with that I pushed down to his back and straddled him so I was sitting
on his covered cock.  I leaned forward and kissed him; this time I stuck my
tongue into his mouth and let him suck it and as he sucked my tongue I slid
it in and out.

I again broke off the kiss and started to kiss his neck and down his chest,
which was covered with a fine soft fur.  I took his nipple in my mouth and
nursed on it, and then bit softly on it and tugged it between my teeth,
which he seemed to like.  I work my way down and traced his six pack abs
with my tongue mixed with kisses and light bites—all the while I stroked
his cock with my hand.  When I got to his waistband, I bit at the band at
the front and pulled it down with my teeth.  I slipped my fingers around
his band and pulled down in synch with pulling down with my teeth.  I had
to lift the band over his penis, which was cut and thick like Rick's.  I
let go of the waistband with my teeth and so his cock was exposed and I
licked his cock head, which totally surprised him.  As I pulled his shorts
further down, he lifted his hips so I could get his shorts past his bubble
butt.

When I had his shorts completely off, I licked the inner thigh and up to
his balls where I took one in my mouth and sucked on it lightly.  I heard
Clark moan, "wow you are quite experienced, aren't you?"

From below I replied, "I had a good teacher" and returned to slicking his
hairy sac. "I'm a fast learner" I continued, and grabbed hold of his cock
at its base. "And if there is anything you are not comfortable with, just
let me know," as I hovered my mouth above his cock.

He got up on his elbows, glasses still on. "By all means do as you please",
he said with a sly grin and reached to stroke my face.

I examined his cock: about 7" long maybe longer and as I mentioned earlier,
thick like Rick's.  His balls hung low and his pubic hair was soft and not
a very hairy bush.  He was already oozing with pre-cum.  I stuck my tongue
at his piss hole and touched the pre-cum and lifted up leaving a silk
trail.

"You are way beyond your years!" he stated. And with that comment, I took
his cock deep down to its base and massaged it with my tongue and oral
muscles.  Clark moaned, and ran his fingers through my hair and he touched
my ear and that sent an immediate chill up my spine. I began to bob up and
down his cock and also stroking his cock as well.  "Slow down there Chris!
I haven't shot a load in two days."

I pulled off his cock and moved up his body; straddling his chest, my cock
pointing upward, I pointed it down toward his face, "your turn."  Clark
lifted his head a bit and I grabbed his head and pulled him further and I
pushed my cock for him to suck. He sucked me well, and he too was quite
good!  I was so hot for him and so excited, I had to pull him off.  "Damn,
you are so hot Mr. Clark!"

I lay on my side facing him.  I looked at his cock I held in my hand, and I
muttered, "I can't wait to feel you in me."  We kissed again, and we
stroked each other's cock.

"Me too" Clark said when he broke off the kiss.

"What?" I asked.

"I said `me too' in reply to your `I can't wait to feel you in me'
comment," Clark said as he kissed my neck and slowly worked his way to my
ear, which fueled my already heated body. I jacked his cock faster.

Ring, ring... telephone.  Clark looked at his watch, he had office duty.
"Hello... sorry... I'll be there in 5 minutes."

So I was not going to get his cock in me.  "How about a quick 69? I am so
hot and I could blast easily," I told Clark.

"Great Idea!"

We got into 69 position and I grabbed his cock at the base and devoured his
cock!  I sucked him and at the same time I thought that I was sucking
Ricky.  I felt his hot mouth on my cock and I moved my pelvis/hips as
though I was fucking his face.

As I sucked him I felt his finger at the perimeter of my butt hole and I
did the same to him.  "Oh yeah," Clark moaned. The same effect on me.  And
soon I felt Clark's cock spasm and he shot loads into my mouth and such a
copious amount that I was not able to swallow all.  Just as he started to
blast his load, I unloaded too and Clark swallowed all of me.  I drove my
cock deep into his mouth and he did not gag at all!

"Heck, you sure are one hot kid!" Clark complimented me.  "And damn you
taste good," as he rolled onto his back.

I moved up to him and kissed him and passed some of his cum to him.  "You
sly dog!"  he laughed, and with that he jumped off the bed. "I gotta get
rinsed off!"  A quick kiss and he headed to the bathroom.

"See ya," I shouted as I slipped on my shorts and grabbed my T-shirt and
threw it over my shoulder.  I opened the door and standing there was the
PT, Mike.

"Hey," I said as I walked past him.

"Where's Clark?" he asked me.

"Taking a shower," I shouted not turning back to look at him.

As I walked down the hall, "SHIT!" I shouted through clenched teeth.  I
forgot my jock strap!

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Thanks for reading Godbrother

Ricky, Part 16. I have to apologize for the lengthy storyline.  I am
writing about my experience.  Robby is someone who was a good friend, and
whom on a different level from Ricky, I fell in love with too. Clark was
someone who later became a friend.  I enjoyed writing of my experience;
kind of like re-living my youth!  If you want to write me with your
comments and/or suggestions, please do so at Kaholo1154@yahoo.com. I love
hearing from you and will respond.