Date: Tue, 11 Mar 2003 01:56:49 +0000
From: tommy nofeet <tommynofeet@hotmail.com>
Subject: brian part 3

WARNING -- the following story contains descriptions of underage boys
involved in scenes of tattooing. If this, or any of the sex play they get up
to, is illegal where you live, then please do the sensible thing and leave
now. Otherwise, I really hope you enjoy the story. Short warning, this time.
And Tre, told you I was going to do something with the tats... :-)


Brian -- part 3
`Later' turned out to be the next morning, though I was happy to wait for
Brian to reciprocate. We'd fallen asleep on the sofa the night before, and I
woke to the wonderful feeling of someone else's hand on my morning hard-on.
I actually had to make Brian wait for a minute as I ran to the bathroom to
relieve an aching bladder. That was almost a disastrous move, because Brian
tried very hard to make me laugh before I made it, and I was in serious
danger of having an accident for the first time in a long time when he
shouted that I should make sure it was nice and clean when I was done. When
I came back, Brian had the blanket tucked up under his chin, and I smiled,
thinking he looked so angelic there with his eyes closed and a half-smile on
his lips. The illusion didn't last long, though -- clearly he knew I was
there watching him, and grabbed me round both legs, causing me to fall
forwards over him. Then he reached up and pulled my shorts to the floor,
which of course meant that I was forced to try to get his clothes off. After
all, it was only fair that if I was showing everything off to the world, so
should he. We wrestled around for a while, laughing hysterically, eventually
shedding all of our clothes. Brian pinned me, holding my arms over my head
and lying down on top of me, his now very hard dick poking into my groin.
Though I could easily have overpowered him, I didn't really want to. Would
you?
After a long, breathless pause where we just looked each other in the eyes,
not saying a thing, Brian leaned in and kissed me. We kissed passionately
for quite a while, and got the grinding motion going again. It was a whole
new experience, feeling his skin on mine as we humped against each other. I
could actually feel his foreskin being rolled backwards over the head of his
dick, and a little smear of precum that felt cold as it dried. I reached
down to feel his shaft -- I remembered what it felt like last night, and I
desperately wanted to touch it again. But Brian stopped me and shook his
head, mouthing the words `my turn' before rolling off to one side. For the
first time I got to really have a good look at his body, as he lay there and
regarded mine. There was hardly any muscle tone to his torso, which I
thought was great. I'd always fancied skinny boys, and Brian was the epitome
of that type. He had a slightly concave chest, and a bellybutton that was
not an innie nor an outtie -- it was just flush with his stomach. His dick
was gorgeous, though I would be inclined to say that -- it wasn't far from
being a mirror image of mine. Of course, he was slightly hairier than me,
but his dick was almost exactly the same size, with the same overhang of
foreskin over the head. If anything, his balls were slightly smaller than
mine, but I did remember that he shot a little more than I usually did last
night. All in all, though, I wasn't complaining.
Nor, it seems, was Brian. He had my dick in one hand, rolling the skin
around over the hard shaft below. I couldn't remember being this hard ever
in my life before, nor could I remember leaking precum like I was. It was
literally dribbling out, an experience which was totally new to me, since I
usually only had a drop or two when I did this for myself. Brian picked some
of it up and started working it into the foreskin as he slid it back and
forth over my head. The feeling was beyond belief. I'd love to give you an
in-depth story of how wonderful Brian's first go at wanking me was, but to
be honest it was total sensory overload time, and I don't remember much more
before Brian was shaking me awake.
`Tom, get up! Your parents are home!'
Nothing can get you instantly awake like those words. We ran around,
grabbing anything that would incriminate us, before dashing into my bedroom.
Fortunately, my parents had taken a couple of minutes getting some shopping
they'd done on the way home out of the car, so we had time to throw on our
night clothes and pretend we just hadn't got dressed yet. We sat on my bed
playing a video game, hoping that we looked innocent when my mum came in. A
minute later, mum was knocking on my door, and I shouted it was ok to come
in. She gave us the usual parent thing about doing something useful with our
day, but only really half-heartedly, before leaving us to it.
I had an on-suite shower, so I told Brian I was going to get clean. He got a
wicked look in his eye, and grabbed hold of me. I had a fair idea what he
wanted, so I played along.
`Well,' I said, `if you're not going to let go, I'll have to take you with
me.'
With that, I started trying to drag my way across the floor with a limpet
attached to one leg. After a couple of minutes' struggle, we gave up the
charade, and just got into the shower together. It was a bit tight, but I
was happy to put up with being a little cramped if it meant we could be that
intimate. It was fun washing every area of each other, and we both managed
to stay calm enough to get all the important parts washed before we broke
out into a frenzy of sexual passion. The soap kept our bodies nice and slick
as we humped together, and before long I felt a shot of Brian's cum hit my
nipple. We both saw it before the water washed away, and laughed at the
shot. My own orgasm was dry, my balls having been drained earlier that
morning, but no less intense for that fact.

The close call had been a little too close for my liking. That afternoon, I
made a decision. I've always been one for snap decisions, though this would
probably have more effect on my life than any other. You see, I'd decided to
tell my parents. To come out to the most important people in my life.
Despite my instant decision, I didn't at first have the courage of my
convictions, and it took Brian telling me how well things might go to
convince me to go through with it. We decided that Brian should stay with me
while I told them, in case I needed someone to hide behind. I knew my dad
wasn't a violent person, but my mum's stares had been known to stop hardened
criminals dead in their tracks and look at their feet uncomfortably,
mumbling apologies.
We found them in the living room, my mum reading a magazine and my dad
getting his weekly fix of motor sport action. I really didn't know how to
start, so I just sat down in a chair while Brian stood to my left, and
uttered the most trite and over-used line I could have used.
`Mum, Dad, I need to talk to you.'
My mum looked up straight away, but it took her shoving my dad in the arm to
get him to take notice. I think she saw how nervous I was.
`Yes, Tom?' she said, when I had the attention of both of my parents.
`Um, I really don't know how to say this, so I'm not going to mess around.
Um, I'm not into girls.'
My dad just looked perplexed, but I could see my mum's eyes widen as she
realised what I was saying. Her gaze turned to Brian, and then back to me.
By the time this had happened, my dad had caught on, and his mouth literally
dropped open. I'd never seen anyone's jaw hit the floor before, but I swear
if my dad's chest hadn't been there, his would have been on the carpet.
`You're.. you're gay?' he said when he'd regained muscle control of the
errant jawbone.
I was paralysed. I couldn't say anything, I couldn't even nod a response. My
parents had always been fairly liberal in their views, having been hippies
when it was the in thing. They didn't hold any strong religious beliefs,
either, so there was no spiritual reason that my being gay should be wrong.
I think it was just a shock for them. Like most people, they thought that
having a gay kid was something that happened to other people, and you read
about it in magazines. They clearly never thought it would happen to them,
but now it was.
`I...er, Brian, I think you ought to go home for a while,' said my mum after a
painful silence.
Brian looked at me before responding. I nodded, and so Brian left, mouthing
the words `call me' as he went. I nodded again.
After Brian had left, the questions began to come. It appeared the
floodgates had been opened, because I didn't stop answering them for about
an hour. Of course, they asked about Brian, and I told them the truth. My
mum asked us how far we'd gone, and I was thankful that my dad told her
quite firmly that it was none of her business, even if I was gay. They asked
if I was sure, and how I knew, which was a question I always expected -- the
answer had been provided by a gay youth website, and was quite simple: I
asked them how they knew they were straight. My mum even managed to laugh
slightly when she realised she couldn't answer that for certain. It was
strained, though, and I could see that she was deeply uncomfortable.
Eventually, I was told to go to my room for a while whilst my parents talked
about the news, and how to deal with it. I wasn't about to argue -- I'd not
been sent to my room for several years, but I was more than happy to be out
of that room right then. I grabbed a drink out of the kitchen on the way
past to wet my very dry throat, and headed into my room, prepared for a long
wait.
I was surprised, then, that only about ten minutes later a knock came at my
door. I shouted for whoever it was to come in, and was a little taken aback
to find that it was my dad. He gave me a warm smile and sat down beside me
on the bed. I figured he must have gone mad or something, because this
certainly wasn't the response I expected from my macho dad.
`That's quite a bit of news, Tom. Are you really sure you're gay?'
`Yes! Why don't you believe me?!'
`Whoa, it's ok, son, you don't have to take my head off. It's just a bit of
a shock. Can you see that?'
`Yeah,' I conceded. `I expected you to be really angry with me.'
`Well, your mum's a little shocked, and I think it'll take a bit of getting
used to, but we're not angry. We know you didn't choose to be gay -- who
would with the way you'll get treated by society?'
`Yeah, but have you seen Brian?' I said. That made my dad chuckle.
`Not really my type, Tom, but if that's what makes you happy...'
`It is, dad, it really is.'
He smiled at that, and gave me a one-armed hug. It made me remember all the
times we used to spend together, the way he would protect me from the world
when we were out camping.
`What do you think about it, though, dad?' I asked.
`I really don't know what to make of it, Tom. It's not like you're any
different today than yesterday, and I loved you yesterday, so why should
things change? I can't say it's the way I'd have preferred things to turn
out, but then that's because I wanted plenty of grandchildren. Who knows,
perhaps you could adopt...'
The last was said with not a little irony, but I knew my dad meant well. We
sat there for a minute, not saying anything, but at the same time not
searching for anything to say either. Eventually, my dad heaved himself up
from the bed to leave.
`I think there's a thirteen year old boy somewhere near here who would like
to hear how things went. Why don't you go and see him for the afternoon,
give your mum and I some time to talk.'
`Ok, I will. Thanks.'
`That's ok. You want a lift over? It's a fair walk, isn't it?'
`It's only fifteen minutes. It's ok, dad, I want to walk.'
`Ok,' he said, with a smile, before leaving and shutting the door behind
him. I fell onto my back on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I didn't know
quite how to feel. Being totally analytical about it, I should have been
happy that things had gone so well, but I was worried about my mum, so I was
distracted. Grabbing a few things, I packed a bag ready to spend the night
at Brian's place if I decided to give my parents even more time to get used
to things.

Brian was at his door before I even rang the bell, with a guilty look on his
face.
`I was looking out for you from my sister's room,' he admitted as he led me
down to the den. `So, what happened then? What did your mum and dad say
after I left?'
I gave him the briefest run-down I could, including all the personal
questions my mum had asked, and how my dad had got me off the hook.
`Yeah, my mum asked loads of awkward questions when I told her. Did they ask
you if you're sure you're gay?'
`Yeah,' I said, rolling my eyes heavenwards, `only about fifty times. I
think they might believe me now, though.'
`Well, the worst of it's over. You've told them, and your dad didn't go mad.
You'll just have to get your mum to realise it's not that bad. Perhaps she
could talk to mine.'
`Maybe. I dunno.'
We fell silent for a while. I think Brian could sense I wasn't in the mood
for being talkative, having spent a lot of the afternoon explaining myself,
so he suggested we go to the local skate shop, where he said he had
something to show me. The shop was one of our favourite haunts, and we spent
so much time there we were known by every member of staff, and even got a
discount on some of the stuff and first dibs on the stuff that was about to
be discounted. We both skated a lot, at a time when it wasn't really that
fashionable to do so, so we often had the old concrete skate park to
ourselves.
When we got to the shop, we went through all the greetings, seeing what was
new with the two teenage lads who ran the shop at the weekend. Before long,
though, Brian was dragging me across to the other side of the shop, holding
my hand. The guys there knew about us, and had always been really cool.
Brian and I both suspected they were a couple themselves, since they spent
so much of their time together and didn't mind us being openly gay. We never
talked about it with them, though -- we were far too scared we might offend
them, I think. Anyway, when we got to the far left corner of the shop, I
found what Brian wanted me to see -- there was a rack of stick-on temporary
tattoos, with loads of tribal designs and a few of the classic
`skull-in-flames' types.
`Want to mess around with some of these?' Brian asked.
`I dunno,' I said. `Aren't they sort of kids' things?'
`No way, man. Some of these are really cool!' replied Brian, excitedly
looking through the designs. I had to admit there were some pretty good
designs there. `And besides,' he added, `they don't have to all go on our
arms or anything...'
The last was said in such a suggestive way that I couldn't possibly miss the
meaning. It was that which made my mind up, and five minutes later we were
leaving the shop with a brown paper bag containing quite a few of the
designs.
Back at Brian's house, we were fed by his mum, who was on her way out for
the evening, having been asked out on a date by one of the men she worked
with. As payment for our dinner, we were forced to help decide what she
should wear, and I was sent into fits of hysterics by Brian really camping
it up as he did his best fashion designer impression. He wasn't usually a
macho guy, but this was so far from his normal demeanour I could almost see
him as a different person.
Fortunately for us, Brian's little sister was staying overnight at a
friend's house, so we had the place to ourselves, our second night alone in
succession. We watched TV for a while, slowly getting each other undressed
as we kissed and rolled about on the sofa. Before long, we were both stark
naked, and not far from being hard. I was quite ready for a bit of messing
around, but Brian had other ideas. He jumped up and ran into the kitchen,
his cute little dick leading the way, and his pert ass following. He came
back with a bowl of water and some kitchen towel, and just when I thought
things might be getting a bit kinky, he ran off again, only to return with
the paper bag containing the tattoos. Then I realised, to my immense relief,
what the water and towels were for -- the back of the transfers had to be wet
for them to come off and stick to our skin.
Brian tipped the contents of the bag out on the floor, and lined them all up
for me to look at.
`I'm going to put one on you first,' he declared. `Which one do you want?
I'll decide where to put it.'
Looking through the designs, I spied the one which had really taken my fancy
earlier in the shop -- a tribal design with rose vines intertwined through
it, which I thought would look great on my arm. But Brian had other ideas.
When I told him which I wanted, he ordered me to lie back, and went about
positioning the tattoo right above my dick on my lower abdomen. It was
barely further up than the top of my tiny excuses for pubic hairs, but if
that was where Brian wanted it, who was I to argue? He went to work applying
it, making me flinch when I discovered the water was ice-cold, and laughing
at my reaction. I had to admit, though, that it looked really cool where it
was, and Brian would be the only other person to see it, since it sat just
below the waistband of my shorts. Then it was Brian's turn to choose a
design, and mine to place it upon his body. I was getting seriously turned
on by the game, and it was a good thing Brian had put the first tattoo in
place when he had, or he might not have been able to get it stuck down
behind my rock-hard shaft. I wasn't going to just copy Brian's positioning,
though, so I had him turn over onto his stomach. This gave me a perfect
opportunity to look his body over, and I took it, running my hands up and
down the soft skin of his back. He shivered in delight when my fingertips
brushed the top of his crack, but I decided I wasn't quite ready to go there
yet, and didn't continue to touch him there. It did give me an idea, though
-- I decided to put the little devil cartoon character Brian had chosen right
above his crack, on his lower back. You'd be able to see it when he wore
Speedos for swim class, and I had a quiet chuckle at the thought. Putting it
in place, I made sure I used plenty of water to pay Brian back. I have to
admit, the tattoo looked damn hot where it was.
That was as far as we got with the tattoos that night, though. We were both
turned on so much that we couldn't resist each other, and made out right
there on the sofa. Our night was made even more perfect when Brian's mum
rang to say that she had had a little too much to drink and would be staying
at a girlfriend's house that night, leaving Brian and me the run of the
house all night long. Needless to say, we took full advantage of the
situation, relaxing in the hot-tub in Brian's mum's huge bathroom, taking
plenty of time (and a whole bar of soap!) to make sure we were both
thoroughly clean. Happily, the tattoos were quite resilient, and stayed on
perfectly throughout the whole experience. The last thing I remembered
before falling asleep was holding Brian and thinking how cute he looked with
that little devil over his ass as he stepped from the hot-tub.


THAT'S part three finished, over, kaput. Hope you enjoyed it. I'll probably
leave it for a while to get another chapter of `Brothers and Lovers'
written, but don't worry, there's still a lot of the story of Brian to be
told. Thanks for staying awake,
tommy.