Date: Fri, 09 Aug 2002 23:41:36 +1000 From: Fuzz a Subject: Brother's Forever - Chapter 3 Brothers Forever By Fuzzgod (fuzzgod@hotmail.com) __________________________________________________________________________ This is chapter three of "Brothers Forever", a continuation from the first chapters of this story. Before you read this chapter you should read the other chapters of this story, as it will give you the background information you need to read this chapter. The disclaimer that appears in chapter one applies to this chapter. If it is not legal or ethical for you to read erotic stories, particularly of a gay or homosexual nature, please exercise your obligations as a responsible citizen and select suitable reading material, and read no further than this line. None of the characters in this story are real people. Copyright (c) 2002 to the author. __________________________________________________________________________ Author's note: Thankyou to those who have sent me messages of support and advice, as it is much appreciated. Once again as a small reminder that if you send messages of support, please put the title of the story in the subject line, and I will send a short reply. I receive a lot of email, and it is hard to keep track of it all. Thankyou for those who heeded my warning and please keep writing. Once again thankyou for reading and I hope you enjoy this chapter. __________________________________________________________________________ Characters met so far: Brad Gooding (12) - 5'4, 130lb, blond hair, blue eyes, the loveable one of the three brothers. Loves his brother in more ways than one. Mike Gooding (14) - 5'11, slim, fair complexion; he has golden blond hair and blue eyes, six-pack forming, is simply gorgeous in Brad's eyes and is a very sick person, has rare form of leukaemia. __________________________________________________________________________ Where we left Brad: I then placed my hand on my erection and found that I had creamed another pair of boxers, and again without even touching myself. Unbelievable I thought as I picked up my old painting shirt from underneath my bed (this shirt also doubled as my cum cloth) and cleaned Mike and myself up as best I could. I then kissed Mike on his forehead and fell back asleep, wondering what the morning would bring. The questions were going through my brain as I lay there. Did Mike know what happened? Did he hear me and see me ejaculate? Did he feel his own orgasm? Perfectly good questions that only needed simple answers, which I would have to wait two months to be answered. But that is another story... __________________________________________________________________________ Brother's Forever Chapter 3 - Discovery part 2 __________________________________________________________________________ Two months had passed since that very eventful night, and I still didn't know how to bring up the subject with my brother. The other thing also was that he had been going through some very stressful tests and had had the bone marrow transplant after it was found that our uncle had a complete match in bone marrow. They had also found that my bone marrow also matched his, but they would not take the marrow from my system because they thought I was too young! Fancy that huh, all because it was a new test, they did not want to risk removing marrow from my system and putting it in my brother. At the time though I was thinking that if he got some of my goodness, then I might get some of it back, hehe!! Mike was slowly showing signs of getting better, but he was still feeling the effects of the treatment they were giving him to ensure that his system would accept the marrow, and completely rid him of his rare form of leukaemia; and it seemed to be working at the time. While Mike was away however I had a new person sleeping in my room, for over the few weeks that Mike was in hospital having the marrow transplant and further tests, my younger brother Daniel had been sleeping in my room. He kind of reminded me of the little brat that you have in every family, because sometimes he would never shut up. He wasn't a small kid and because we were only separated in age by twelve months, we hung out together. He had nearly the same features as me, except he was only 5'2 and he had brown hair, similar to me, but not the sandy blond colour that I have. He also had deep blue eyes, which were obviously something that we all had inherited from our mother, and was not fat in any way shape or form. He was cute and he never hid the fact either. But his biggest asset was his cock, which I thought was big for his age! Daniel had absolutely no inhibitions when it came to nudity around the house, and he would often be seen in nothing when he finished in the shower. He also never tried to hide his unusual large organ of sexual power, as it definitely was longer than mine at the same age. Mine had grown over the last two months, but I reckoned at the time that Daniels' dick was going to be much bigger than the rest of us, little did I know then that it would end up the smallest of the family! During the time that Mike was in the hospital nothing happened between us two, even though I saw him naked and hard a lot of the time. He was always talking about his girlfriends at school (As if he knew what a girlfriend was anyway, but I never questioned him!) and he led a very normal straight life. He participated in all the activities that Mike and I did, and was always out at a mates place after school. Lets just say I was a little suspicious about him! He became a more integral part of my life later on, but that's another story. Anyhow, now with Mike back living in the house and getting better, I was once again sharing my room with him. Mike had been in hospital for nearly one month of the two months since that very eventful night, and over that time I had thought about the situation in detail. My theory was that if he never wanted to talk about it, then so be it! But if he did then I had to tell him the truth, not a lie that would hurt our friendship. He had been back in the house for a week when the first signs of him fully recovering had shown up. The doctors had lowered the amount of drugs and injections that he would have to take weekly, but they still required him to come in weekly for general checkups, etc... He had become more active around the house, and seemed to have bucket loads of energy stored in his body. As brothers, we also had been getting out more after school. We had started to do our usual things like we once use to together; Skateboarding, cycling, swimming were all on the cards everyday after I had finished school, and Mike never seemed to tire. Mike still was not back at school, and how I envied him! Another month had nearly passed, and the more time we took not talking about the incident, the more I worried that Mike hated me, although he never showed it. But my life was about to be changed totally... Mike for some reason had decided to go to be early one Saturday night, and he basically left me up on my own. Of course I had Daniel to keep me awake, but beginning a conversation with him was like committing suicide, and I'd rather prefer to have a slow painful root canal than listen to him mumble on about some girl that he saw in the candy shop today! After shuffling Daniel off to bed, I proceeded to my room where I thought I'd find my brother asleep, only to find him sitting up reading one of John Grisham's mystery books as I entered. He looked up from his book as I walked in and half-smiled at me, but never said his usual, cheerful "Going to bed are we". In fact when he looked up from the book I noticed the very serious look on his face, which was not his normal look. He was always calm, peaceful, cheerful and full of energy but tonight he was totally different. I took my stare away for a couple of moments so that I could change for bed. As I was changing I looked out the corner of my eye into the mirror and noticed that he was looking at me as I changed. I dropped my pants, but left my boxers on and then slipped on a nightshirt and slowly slipped under the doona of my bed. I turned and looked towards Mike and noticed that he had put the book down and was staring at me. It was then at this point that Mike spoke, "Brad, can we talk?" he said in a very straight matter. "I guess so, what's the problem" I replied. "Nothing, I just want to talk!" He said. "Do you want to talk in here, or do you want to go into the lounge room", I asked. He replied "in here". At this point I sat up in my bed as Mike got out from under his covers and proceeded to sit on the edge of my bed, less than a foot away from me. As he slipped out of his bed I looked at his beautiful body and realised that he was wearing the same boxers that he wore on the day of the little incident, and began to worry if that was what he was going to talk about. I began to lightly sweat as he began to speak. "Brad, a couple of months ago something happened in this room whilst I was still ill with this disease, and I have been doing a lot of thinking about it. First of all I am ashamed at what happened in here two months ago..." It was at this point that I began to lightly sob. Mike was still talking as I began to cry but I never heard what he said, because I thought he hated me. Mike realised that I had began to cry, and stopped whatever he was saying: "Brad, what's wrong" "What's wrong, WHAT'S WRONG, you HATE me, you h-a-t-e me for what happened in here two months ago. You hate me and probably never want to see me again, I took advantage of you whilst you were sick that night and you hate me for it," I yelled out as my tears flooded out of me and rolled down my face. "Brad what are you saying" Mike questioned. "You know, the wet dream, me masturbating you, you cumming all over the place, that's what you are talking about and you never want me to do that again, ever" I yelled as I now turned my back to him and cried into my pillow. "Brad, please don't talk to me like that," Mike said as I continued to ignore him. "Brad if you only will listen to me for one second, because there is more I have to say to you" "What about; how I am a fag and that I should work the streets as a cocksucker, living off payments that people give me for pleasuring them, please I do not want to hear it, I hate you". "BRAD WILL YOU SHUT UP FOR A MINUTE AND PLEASE LOOK AT ME" Mike yelled. I had never heard Mike lose his cool before, but I knew that I must have hit a raw nerve. I moved my head from out of my pillow and looked up toward where I thought Mike was, but he wasn't there. Instead he was standing at the window and all I could hear was him sobbing. I had made Mike cry! I now felt really bad as I slowly peeled myself from underneath my covers and wandered to where Mike was standing. This was now a difficult situation, because I really thought Mike hated me, but I still didn't want to see Mike cry. If there is anything that I hate to see more than anything else, it is someone in the family cry. "Mike, come and sit next to me on the bed, let's talk" "No" Mike replied coldly, obviously I had hurt his feelings. "Mike, what was it that you wanted to say to me, please tell me" I politely enquired. "It doesn't matter now considering that you HATE ME," he said, emphasising the word hate as he spoke. "Mike, I'm sorry that I said that, I should have listened to you in the first place. It is my entire fault that this all occurred and I should be the one suffering, not you. Please Mike lets talk, brother to brother" "O-K" Mike sobbed quietly. "Sit down here Mike, come on, please," I begged. Mike turned around and proceeded slowly, with his head down, towards the edge of my bed. He reached the edge of it, and then I put my arm around his shoulder and hugged him tightly. He initially tried to resist my move, but eventually he submitted to my loving hug, and melted into my body. He was like a little child, looking for a shoulder to cry on. At this point I didn't care what he thought about me, all I wanted to do was comfort him, because I had hurt his feelings. It was at this point that I asked the question, "Mike, what was it that you wanted to say to me". Mike looked up into my eyes. I noticed that he was still crying but I also noticed that he was giving me another stare that I had seen only once before. And then he moved in and kissed me. It was only a short peck on the lips, but one that would change the way we thought about each other for the rest of our lives. The kiss didn't last any longer than about two seconds, but once our lips separated, he moved in for a more passionate kiss, one that was filled with love, and held it for ages. I could not believe this was happening; Mike, the one I thought hated me was kissing me on the lips. His actions were speaking louder than words as I pushed back the kiss. Eventually though we had to come up for air and as we were still staring into each other eyes, Mike spoke: "Brad, I love you and I never want to let you go. Since you were born I had this attraction to you, you are absolutely gorgeous in my eyes, and I would never hate you as long as I am alive" "So...so you don't hate me" I said. "No, and I never have. What happened to me in here two months ago was what I had been waiting six years to happen! I actually thought I would be the one that would make the first move, but you did it for me". "So you know about what happened in here then" I asked. "Yep, and I loved every minute of it. I know you don't realise but I was awake the whole time that you were dreaming, obviously about me, because I heard your every word" I began to blush when he made that statement, he saw and heard everything. The dream; me cumming; him cumming, and to think I thought he hated me! "Brad, if that face goes any redder, I'll be able to fry an egg on it" "Oh, and if you had of cum any more than you did that night, I would have been able to put a tap on it and sell it to the General public for $2 a schooner!" Now Mike had gone thirty shades of red, obviously I had found something about him. "Mike, I love you, and I want to apologise for what I said earlier and there is something more that I want to say to you, I'm gay and I know it" "So am I" Mike replied. It took me a couple of seconds to realise what Mike had just said, but when we moved in together to kiss, all our worries and inhibitions had gone away. We were soon lying down on my bed and kissing passionately as we continued to explore our newfound love for each other. We were now fighting in each other mouths with our tongues as our love went to new and very exciting levels. "Brad, I could have waited an entire lifetime for this to happen, but now that it has happened, we should make sure that we take it slowly and not hurt each other, OK" Mike stated. "Let me start then" I replied. "OK lover" Mike replied back. I then moved from the position where I was lying and positioned myself on top of him. We were both erect, and the location of our cocks in this position was driving me wild with pleasure. I began to grind into him as he continued to lie there. I could feel his weapon rubbing against my own as we ground our cocks together whilst they were still in the confines of our boxers. The combination of Mike's cock and the satin material of my boxers were bringing me to the verge of an orgasm sent from heaven, but I didn't want it to end now. I stopped grinding into Mike and began to run my tongue over the top half of his body. First I ran my tongue over his broad nose, and then I began to lightly run my tongue over his luscious lips. He pulled me in for a kiss as I was trying to move further down his body. The kiss was full of passion as I eventually broke it and began to move further down his body. The next part I attended to was his nipples. The brown nubs on his chest were like two little buttons, and I suckled on them until they became erect. I attended to his left one first, and then moved on to his right one. Mike was squirming with absolute pleasure as I continued to move down his entire body, tonguing every part that I could touch. I was making love to his body, and he was letting me. Dreams come true! I slowly made the rest of my way down his body until I reached his boxers, which were bulging out and wet with precum, as his cock was leaking like a sieve. I began to flick my tongue over the head of his cock, which was still within the confines of his boxers, as Mike began squirming uncontrollably. I then moved further down and began to run my tongue over his thighs, which to me were Mike's best attributes, because they looked strong, and were nearly hairless. He had a light brown, almost blond type of downy hair on his upper thighs, and it was so short that you couldn't see it in normal light. I ran and flicked my tongue over the hair that was there as I looked up at him. He was watching my every move, and enjoying every minute of this tongue bath, like I was. I moved back up to where I would get the best view of his cock. I then put my hand on the elastic of Mike's boxers and looked at Mike to get permission to continue. He raised his hips up, which was the answer I was looking for, and I pulled down his boxers exposing the 7' cock that I had only seen one time before. But now I could see everything else. Above his cock was a lovely light brown bush of pubic hair, which was wet with the precum that was leaking from his shaft, and sitting underneath his shaft were the most perfect set of balls I had ever seen. They looked like two little eggs encased in a brown sack, they hung low and obviously were ready for any action that might come. But I was going to make him wait. "Mike will you do the same to me" I said. Mike, who was obviously dreaming, originally did not answer. I had to ask him a second time before I got an answer out of him. "Yes, my love" He replied. I then moved myself back up to where he was lying, and he positioned himself on top of me, and began exactly the same way I did. We didn't grind for too long and then he began to kiss me passionately. I never thought he would end the kiss, but eventually he did and then began to play with the same parts of my body as I did to his. He was copying my every move and I loved the attention he was giving me. He made his way ever so slowly down my body until he reached my cock, which was straining to be released from the confines of my boxers. He then basically bypassed my cock and continued down to my thighs, which he played with lovingly. He then moved back up and put his mouth over my swollen member as it was still within the confines of my boxers. I was overcome with pleasure and I thought right there and then that I would cum, but I managed to hold it back as he released my cock. Mike then grabbed the elastic of my boxers. He never looked up like I did to ask permission because I raised my hips voluntarily as he slipped them off of my body and exposed me to the world. My cock had now reached 5' and my lower abdomen was slowly getting covered with little brown pubic hairs, small but visible. My balls had also dropped lower than they were, but they were still little compared to Mike's. Mike looked up and down my body with his eyes and commented "God, you are absolutely beautiful, I've wanted you for six years and now here we are, together, naked as the day we were born. For me it is a dream come true!" By this time Mike had moved back up to where I was and had been looking into my eyes. After he had finished commenting about me I replied: "Mike, you are exactly the same! For over four years I have wanted nothing more than to be with you, but I have never wanted to hurt you. I was afraid of your reaction if I said that I loved you..." and I began to cry. "Brad, what's wrong, have I done something wrong" Mike queried. "Oh Mike when I saw you sick like you were I couldn't face myself, I thought you were going to die, and I never wanted that to happen, because I loved you, I wanted to be with you and make love to you. This is what I've wanted, and to me it is a dream come true as well!" Mike could see that I was still crying, and he grabbed me and hugged me in a manner that I had never been before. I was glad at the time that he was there, and he comforted me like a mother does to her young. But now Mike was grinding slowly into me in a manner that was gentle and caring. I could feel his cock and mine rubbing together, stimulating each other in waves of absolute pleasure. He was taking the initiative, but I was the first one to comment. "Mike, get on top of me and masturbate our cocks together until we cum. I want to see our cum flying all over my body, mixing together". "Whatever you want my love, I'll do it for you" He replied. "Oh yeah, give me $100 bucks then!" "Very funny wise guy". "I knew you'd love that". Mike kissed me and then raised himself on top of me until our cock were once again touching each other. He put our cocks together and began to stroke both of our shafts. Even though his was a whole 2 inches larger than mine, he maintained a great rhythm, whilst using the precum that both him and I were producing as lubrication. "Damn, Brad. It's really incredible feeling this much cock in your own hand." "Let me try it too." I said and he was right. I actually gasped as I encircled the twin cock shafts with my hand and felt the strange thickness of two pricks. I couldn't wrap my entire hand around both shafts, but I could get a good proportion of them in my hand. "That feels incredible," I said, referring to not only the stimulation that Mike was making, but also to having the two shafts in the one hand. It felt like I was masturbating a large horse, but of course I was not. All this action though was getting me closer to the point of no return, and I think Mike knew it. "Brad, are you close" Mike questioned. "Yes, I can cum almost anytime" I replied. "Well, lets cum together, like very dutiful brothers, OK" "Yes, OK" Mike continued to stroke, but now his action was becoming ragged and I was ever so close, like I think Mike was. "Alright you ready then Brad, because I can feel it coming" "Oh, yes Mike, Now!" "Ohhhhhh, goooooddddd Brad, I love youuuuuu!" "Yeeeaaaaaahhhhh, I lovvvveeeee youuuuuu too!" Mike's first cum jet struck me on the chin. I responded with a gusher of my own that hit Mike between his nipples. Mike and I blasted a second time, then a third, and then I lost count of the streams of hot jizz that made a puddle on my chest and belly. Our cocks kept shooting jizz for ages, and we must have shot about ten times each, because there was a mess. Finally, we stopped shooting, but our cocks stayed very stiff in Mike's iron-grip. I couldn't believe how hard we were! I then put my finger in the cum that had been deposited on my chest, picked up a good dollop of it and put it in my mouth. The mix of both Mike and my sperm was very tasty, and as I went for my second taste, Mike put his finger in it and proceeded to do the same as I was doing. Cum never tastes as good cold as it does hot, but that didn't worry either of us as Mike finished off the rest of it by licking it up with his tongue. Mike then moved up on top of me and kissed me for the final time that night. The kiss was full of love and I wished that it never ended, but it did of course. "Brad, that was incredible, I've never cum so much in my life" Mike said. "Neither have I, nor will I probably ever again" "I don't know about you but I'm tired now, lets go to bed" Mike said. "Your place or mine" I stated. "How about yours" he replied. And that's where we slept. Mike slept in my bed with me totally naked, spooned against me and gripping me tightly as we slumbered together. My life I thought had changed for the better, but little did I know at the time that our lives would be full of hopes and dreams, only to be shattered by fate... To be continued. __________________________________________________________________________ So readers' that is chapter three of Brother's Forever. If you have any suggestions, they will be greatly appreciated by me, and careful consideration will be given to all thoughts, either good or bad. I will warn you however that I am currently following a storyline; so fitting something in will be extremely hard. Reader interest will make me continue this story, so please write to me, as it is the only award a writer receives. Like the story or not, I want to hear from you, otherwise I might not continue the story. (Note: please put title of story in subject line, thankyou) Stay tuned, because chapter four is coming soon to a nifty site near you! FuzzGod (fuzzgod@hotmail.com) End of Text