Date: Fri, 16 Jul 1999 01:48:32 +1000 From: AJAY Subject: Kindred Souls - 2 Kindred Souls - My Brother Danny Chapter 2 - Curtain Raiser Written by AJAY mindmeld@geocities.com Disclaimer Warning: You know that if you are under the legal age of consent to read such erotic material as this, or if you are offended by the subject matter, you shouldn't be reading this, so DO NOT READ any further. This is a Fictional story and any relation to any real person is purely coincidental, yadda, yadda, yadda. Check out Kindred Souls - 1 to see what's gone before. Now kick back and enjoy. The wheel of life sure does put a funny spin on events sometimes. I cannot believe I finally made it here. First fate takes my foster brother away from me so he can go in search of his biological parents in the UK; then I find him again on the net four years later on a gay BBS; then we come out to each other; then I win a ticket to the United Kingdom and now I'm about to pay him a surprise visit after his performance. Here I am standing in the very room Danny stays in when he is not at college and I'm getting ready to see a play he has written, directed and stars in. Yep, Madame Fate has a funny sense of humour, that's all I can say. I looked around the room that Danny has been living in while commuting between here and College. It was an L-shaped room on the first floor with a little view looking out into the neighbour's yard. The desk was set up against the wall so you can look out the window while working on the PC that sits upon the desk. It had the usual desk litter on it, but not so much that you couldn't find anything in a hurry. A large chest of drawers was in the corner next to the built-in robes, and, curiously a foldaway bed was stashed in the other corner in need of an owner. The walls were sparse except for a large picture of Wacko, a Warner cartoon character, who looks down at you from the bed-head. I wonder how many times the Warner Brother has seen Danny whacking it while lying here. The mere thought of Danny jerking off creates a stirring in my pants. Instinctively I look under the mattress and find a male magazine with pictures of guys going at it in singles and in pairs. It must be one of Danny's favourite jerk-off books judging by the dog-eared stained pages from many a session. I lie down on the bed and start flipping through the book while rubbing my own bulge, when there is a knock on the door. I quickly throw the book under the bed, adjust my clothes and answer the door. "Hi, I forgot to set up the foldaway bed." Says Alison walking into the room. "If Danny comes home with us after the show, which I think he will, you'll both be bunking in here. Unless he wants you to stay at his apartment. But we won't know what Daniel will want to do until later, will we?" "Ah, no, I guess not." I reply. "So Danny doesn't use this room often then?" "No, not really. These days he only comes home to stay during semester breaks and Christmas, the rest of the time he stays at the College apartments that he shares with a roommate. Our cousin, Matthew, uses this room mostly and bunks on the foldaway when Daniel comes home. Matty uses the room more than Daniel, even though technically it is Daniel's." "Where's Matty now?" I asked wondering if three of us were going to be sleeping here tonight, as we tucked the bed linen into the foldaway. "He's gone to stay with a friend for a couple of days. He said he did not want to intrude on Daniel's reunion if he decided to come home. I will let you rest for a little bit more then. We will be leaving in about an hour. Is that alright with you?" Not waiting for an answer, she was out the door and gone as quick as she arrived. I lay back down on the bed, wondering now if the book under the bed belonged to Danny, to his cousin, or shared between the two of them. He had mentioned that there was one cousin in particular that he was very fond of, but he never said he had a cousin sleeping in his room. I wondered how long this arrangement had been going on. I knew how erotic Danny could be on the net, so I imagined that the foldaway got little use when Danny came home to stay with his cousin. But that could just be my over-active imagination. I put this to the back of my mind as I unpacked and got ready for the show. How much longer would I have to wait to see my Danny? The longer this took, the less I liked the suprise idea. Before we left for the show, Danny's mom decided I needed a light supper since I hadn't eaten anything since I got off the plane. But to be perfectly honest I didn't feel like eating, I was too nervous. Anyone would have thought it was my play we were going to see. Therefore, after a somewhat strained dinner with everyone trying to be super-nice, I was at last sitting in the auditorium of Danny's college. A large austere building it was, full of character and charm and could be the perfect backdrop for a posh private school hall for boys. We had front row seats and I noticed that the seat next to mine was vacant, not that I minded because I hate being crowded in. There were to be two short plays to be performed that night, the second of which was Danny's. So I had to wait through the first play and intermission before I could lay eyes on my boy. Talk about stringing things out. I couldn't tell you much about the first play because I wasn't really paying much attention. I almost dozed off twice. Since snoring in the middle of the play would not be considered good manners, I thought I had better go get something to drink to help revive myself in preparation for Danny's play and beat the intermission crowd at the same time. I excused myself and made my way to the exit in the darkened theatre. Just as I was about to push the exit door open, someone else pushed it hard from the other side, hitting me with it and sending me sprawling to the ground. All I could see were stars. "I'm so sorry," I heard a voice say, "I didn't realise you were behind the door. Here let me help you up." "I'm okay. It's no problem. Just me being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Ouch!" I said discovering a large bump on my forehead as the source of my pain. "We better go take a look at that." said my mystery acquaintance, escorting me to the restrooms with one hand around my waist to keep me steady. Once inside the restroom, my rescuer propped me up against the basins while he wet a handkerchief under the cold water. Before I could utter a word in protest of his fussing, he spun me around and placed the wet material gingerly against my bump. He couldn't be much older than 18, I thought, as I looked into those blue eyes looking with concern at my injury. This guy was a stud. Dark hair, broad shouldered, nicely filled chest tapering down to a slim waist that was pressed against my own to prevent me from falling. The closeness of this body was causing a stirring in my loins and I could swear I could feel a nicely shaped package pressing against it. This was starting to get very intimate. "Umm, I'm ah.. okay now. Thanks for helping me." I said without much conviction. "You're Australian aren't you?" he asked not moving away and a twinkle in his eye. "Yeah I am. What gave it away?" I asked with a smirk. His eyes lit up and a wonderful smile crossed his lips, showing sparkling white teeth. I was in lust. One hand held the wet compress to my forehead while his other hand moved up to brush back my hair. His touch sent an electrical current through me. He looked deep into my eyes, his face barely inches from mine. "I knew I always liked Australians. Now I've got one right here to myself, so let me take care of that lump for you." One hand held the wet compress against my head while he placed his other hand firmly at the top of my leg and began a slow circular massage with his fingers. The touch of his hand was electric and I closed my eyes to try to control my quickly growing throbber. I involuntarily sighed as the magic hand moved closer to my groin. My doctor here took this as a sign and cupped my now hard dick in his hand. With hands on both of my heads and his hips pressing hard against mine, our lips came in contact and he gave me a long, luscious kiss. I was putty in his hands. If this was a delusion from a concussion then I wanted to be concussed for life. I made a mental note to join a British first aid course when this was over, one that had this kind of hands-on experience. After five minutes of tongue probing, my shining knight moved away and looked deep into my eyes. Glancing up at the bump on my head, he removed the compress. "I think I'll have to have a closer inspection of that lump, there seems to be a lot of swelling there." Like a true magician, he had diverted my attention from one lump to another, and deftly sank down to his knees so his face was level with my crotch. I blushed slightly as this young stud knelt before me in a public restroom. We would both be caught if anyone walked in, yet this thought held my mind of a second until hands fumbled with my belt and buttons of my pants. I raised myself up slightly from leaning against the basin and allowed my new-found friend to tug the pants downwards. The tenting in my CK briefs and the precum that oozed over my throbbing cock-head were a dead give-away that I was enjoying this. Fingers reached out and tentatively touched the front of my CK's causing my cock to spasm in reply. A smile spread across my stud's face, like a boy who had found a new toy, as he continued to rub me through the material. He licked his lips several times and then inched his face closer to my cotton-encased prize as he placed his hands on my hips and pulled me forward. Nuzzling my dick with his nose, he moved up and began to suck my throbbing rammer through the damp cotton of my briefs, sieving the oozing nectar of my precum through the darkened grey fabric. The sensations surging through my body was electrifying as I moaned helplessly under these ministrations. This seemed to spur on my cocksucker who now furiously slurped on my cotton-wrapped hardness that was getting close to exploding. I warned my friend of the coming eruption but he was determined to bring me off through my CK's with his sucking. Faster the boy sucked on my pulsing knob end until it burst forth with rivulets of cum seeping through the material into his sucking mouth. "Hmmmm, I think I've taken care of that lump now." He said smiling. I wanted to melt in that smile and noticed that his pants were tenting out as he knelt there. I had to service him like he had done for me. Just then the bell chimed in the foyer indicating that intermission was upon us. "Blimey," the boy said, "I'll have to take care of this myself." Before scrambling into a cubicle leaving me standing against the basin with cum soaked briefs and my pants around my ankles. No sooner had I pulled up my pants and straightened myself up, then the doors burst open to a cavalcade of men eager to relieve their bladders in preparation for the next show. I wanted to go into the cubicle to help my young friend but I knew this would be too obvious in the now crowded restroom. Checking myself out in the mirror to make sure no tell-tale signs were seeping through, I splashed water on my face and gingerly touched my forehead before reluctantly departing. I went out into the foyer and bought myself a drink. Well, I was certainly awake now for the big event. At last Danny's show was about to begin, and after the show we would finally be together. That thought alone renewed a stirring in my pants, and a flutter in my heart for the love of my Danny. To be continued.... Constructive Comments and suggestions are all welcome and appreciated. Flamers will be ignored - but what are you guys doing here in the first place anyway? Hmmm? All email will be answered.