Date: Thu, 25 Aug 2011 14:53:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chris Martin <kaholo1154@yahoo.com>
Subject: Godbrother Ricky, Part 1

This is of my experience with my god brother.  He has been someone very
special in my life, and was probably the first to tell me about maybe
feeling conflicts within, but to listen to my heart.

Godbrother Rick

  My god father and I always had a close relationship, in fact our families
were very close.  I felt closer to him after that afternoon when he caught
me jacking off.  Nothing happened with him after that day, except perhaps
tell me what girls in the community look good, and would tease me about
getting laid.  My godparents got back together; good catholics do not
divorce.

I went the same boarding school on O'ahu as my sisters, and I will admit
that I learned a lot my freshman year.  Thank goodness for my sister (my
other sister graduated), I had it easier than some of the other freshman. I
was not picked on as much from the upperclassmen.

I learned to feel comfortable about male nudity; for example: showers: two
shower heads, no dividers/stalls, and at time there were 4-6 guys taking a
shower at once.  Nude guys walking from their rooms to the shower with
their towels draped over their shoulders were common site. So I was exposed
to nudity very early.

I learned that if you were shy about being nude around guys, you were
picked on.  One of the things upper classmen would do was give you a
nudie/girlie magazine--one that has a story too, and have you stand there
naked and read the story.  Boners would pop up and they would have you
continue reading.  One group of upper classmen actually had the poor
underclassman jack off while reading.  Thank goodness it never happened to
me!

My Sophomore year was when I had my growth spurt; I played sports and
filled up my bony skinny body. That summer vacation I worked in the
pineapple field.

We had a family gathering--potluck-- at the beach with several other
families among them my godparents and family.  Ricky was home from college;
I want to say from West Point, but I don't think it was but some military
college.

He is years older than me.  I had not seen him in years.  Military academy
must have been good for him; he was all chiseled--nice pecs, 6 pack, thick
thighs, bubble muscled ass.  He had the military buzz cut. And fuck he was
totally transformed.

I remember my godfather telling my dad he sent Ricky to military academy in
hopes of "changing him".  When I was growing up one of my god sisters told
me I reminded her of Ricky when he was my age.  You see, I was not the
rough house truck pushing toy gun slinging kid.

What a delight and joy to see Ricky, and he seemed to be happy to see me
too!

Family and family friends use to say that I was the younger brother he
never had and he was the older brother I never had.  He looked at me,
brushed his hand through my hair and gave me a hug; I remember how good it
felt to be in his strong arms and his pecs against me.  Our families met at
the beach with the other families; the fishing nets were laid out earlier
in the morning.  Time to gather the nets so Ricky and I got in boat with
Rob, who was a year older than me and attended the same boarding school as
myself on O'ahu.

Ricky had on his military short green shorts, showing off his muscular
thighs with great quadriceps definition, well defined calves, and muscled
butt.  He had a tank top on--developed arms and beautiful biceps and
deltoids, and a V-shaped torso.  Remember back then that guys wore shorts
and not long shorts.

Robby, about 5'9" 165 lbs. and good looking Japanese-Filipino guy. He
played varsity baseball as the pitcher or short stop, and also varsity
volleyball with me.

Robby and I just had our shorts on and no shirt.  Ricky asked if us we
worked out regularly.  Robby replied for both of us, "We have weight
training for our sports."

(Oh, by the way, Rick also attended the same boarding school as Robby and
I, but many years ago.)

He pretended he was gonna punch me in the stomach and tensed, showing my
baby 6 packs.  "aaaah, nice abs," he said.

We gathered the net and sorted the fish out.  Robby asked if we wanted to
go spearing, so we got our goggles and snorkel and spears.  Rick took off
his shirt and he caught me taking in his beauty.

We went diving for about 30 minutes and did a good catch.  The family
gathering was fun.

Many asked Ricky if he had a girlfriend; "Too busy with school work and
demands of the academy."  I wondered what kind of girl he would be kissing
and making love to.

Admittedly when I was little I liked him a lot; I think back then that I
was just a kid liking someone older who represented a big brother and not
anything sexual.  LOL-- when my sisters and I were little we would have to
kiss our elders good night; so when I was little and visiting at their
house, I would kiss my godparents, god sisters and Rick good night. I think
I stopped kissing him good night when I was in the 4th grade or so because
he said so.  Now I looked at him differently.  He had a week off before he
had to return to Maryland.  We scheduled a day to hike/run (military guys
are all into training) to the waterfall on Wednesday, only if I had
approval to skip for few days from work.

Getting time off from work?  YUP! Imagine my surprise when my dad said I
could miss work.  That was very generous of my dad to let me hang with him!

My dad commented, "Ricky is a good influence on you."

Rick picked me up at 0900 in his dad's jeep.  He had his military shorts
on, green tank top, and his military/academy hat, and looking good as ever.
I showed up in my school gym shorts; I wore my jock strap knowing that we
would be running and tennis shoes.

He told me I needed to change my shoes to my work shoes that look like
construction boots.  So I changed into them; I had to admit I look
good...LOL.

My mom made lunches for us, but he already has packed a lunch as well.  But
she told us to take them in case.  Rick donned his sunglasses on and he
looked like a drill sargeant.  I am happy and smiling all the time.

Ricky asked, "how you doing?"

I look over at him, "Great!  I am feeling great!  I never would have
thought that my dad would agree to me taking time off from work to spend
time with you."  Then I add, "yeah, he says you're a good influence."

And he just laughed!!

We have not touched, but just being with him sends blood to my penis-- it's
not hard mind you and not a semi either, but the juices are flowing.

We park the jeep, and being that it's a Wednesday, the place is not
crowded--maybe two other cars.  We do some stretches, and he showed me a
partner stretch sitting on the ground facing each other--legs are spread
apart so that his legs are spreading mine and vice versa, and we reach
forward holding hands.  I am looking right up to his crotch and likewise he
is looking up mine, and I have to look away.

We walked the first part of the trail. "Are you ready?" he ask.

"Yup" I reply.  I ran cross country and so I am ready.

He led the way. The site of this beautiful man leading me is the
incentive--like catching a prize.  He has a back pack with our lunch, etc.
Rick is all military.

I am more familiar with the trail(s) to the waterfall, but he takes me on a
different route--blazing his own trail. I don't know how long we have been
ascending, but a good while-- my shirt is soaked and so is his.

I am not familiar with this trail, and I ask him if he knows where he is
going, and he replies that is just following the falls.  We end up at this
pool and totally secluded.  He has his canteens, but rather than drink from
them he drinks from the pool-- fresh water.  He gets down and cups his
hands to scoop water.  He looks hot--the sweat off his arms reflecting the
sun.

He looks up and tells me the water is cool and good.  He reminds me not to
stir the water too much.  And yes it is--Refreshing!! We hike up and
diagonally toward the main fall.

Rick takes his shirt off and I copy him (just like a little brother--LOL).
He is smooth; I have the beginning of hair on my chest, though not hairy at
all.

We hike for another 10 minutes--no military pace.  He finds a small leg of
water fall and a pool; not covered by many trees but sunlight.  We hiked
higher than I have ever been and I don't think many people ever come up
this high.

Good spot to stop.  He looks at me and says, "you kept up!"

I told him about cross country, and added, "I don't think I would have kept
up if I had a back pack to carry."

He suggest we take a dip as he sits to take his boots off.  Sounds good. I
sit to take my boots off; I notice that Rick is unbuttoning his shorts, and
he takes them off-- he has jocks on.  The strap lifting his buttocks; his
muscular thighs with their tan lines.  Without turning to me, he stepped
into the water slowly; the pool of water heated by the sun rays.

I am standing at the edge looking at him and not knowing what to do.  I
lower my shorts with my back to him, afraid that my cock did not behave
well, and adjust my cock so that it's pointing up tight against my abs.
The water is colder than I expected.  I get in and it feels good!  The sun
is high.  There is shade only one side--where Rick is sitting.  I go under
the fall and let the water fall on my head and it is indeed refreshing.  I
later feel Rick's presence; he has joined me.

The fall is not all that wide so it is inevitable that our bodies would
touch, and the touch and brushing of his skin against mine is electrifying,
and even the cool water does not stop me from getting a hard on.

At one point he turns his back to me and my cock brushes his ass.  He
catches me off guard and pushes me into the water and playfully jumps on my
back... a bit of playful wrestling.  But I'm reluctant to horse play like
that cause I have a boner, but he constantly eggs me. So I jump onto his
back, and he grabs my legs so that I am like doing horsey back on him and
damn, I am sure he feels my cock on him.  We horse around a bit more, and
there were times I felt he had a boner too.

We stop. We both get out--me first and him behind me. I lay on one of the
larger flat boulders but on my stomach to hide my boner.  Ricky lays on the
same boulder just a few feet away but on his back and his jock looks full.

We lay out and he ask, "How's school?  Are you dating?  What about Robby?"

"School's fine; a lot tougher than I expected." I answer him--squinting
looking at Ricky.  "I've been on a couple of dates, but nothing
happened--seems you gotta spend money on them before you can even get a
kiss!"

Ricky laughed, and tickles me, "That's why you're working in the fields,
huh?"

I try to avoid his tickle and roll onto my side and thank goodness my cock
is not hard.

"Hungry?" he ask.

I follow this stud to the back pack for lunch; I clear up a space to set
the mat down.  He has chicken and rice balls (musubi) and dried venison and
octopus, and two (2) beers.

(I've been drinking ever since I went to boarding school; and my parents
allow me two beers at family gatherings, so I do not sneak around to
drink. We left my mom's contribution in the cooler in the jeep.)

I asked him alot about the academy and the training, and life etc.

"The academy is like boarding school but with stricter rules... I have
three roommates... academia is stressed as well as physical discipline."
Ricky shares.

"Damn, no wonder you're so buff and strong now." I compliment him.

The beer had a little effect on me or perhaps it was the setting: secluded
waterfall and Rick in his jock strap.

Every now and then I looked down at his cock and he would look down at mine
too.  At times we would just look into each others eyes and I would be the
first to look away.

I finished my beer, and stepped off in bush to take a pee.  Rick had gone
back in the water and was under the waterfall when I returned.  He walked
out and laid out again on his back.

I dove in the pool and laid next to him, my arm just barley touching
his. He, like his dad, has a great voice, and started to sing a hawaiian
song--quite pleasant and sexy.  He did some hand gestures--like doing the
hula, and when he was done, he placed his arm down and right next to mine.

I could feel the warmth of his arm.  I rolled on to my stomach, and he did
the same with both of us looking at each other.

"Okay I have a confession," I told him.  "when I was young, I was so
infatuated with you and loved being with you--going over to your house.
And when you told me I had to stop kissing you to say bye, I was hurt."

But he corrected me, "I didn't stop you, it was my sister...so when did the
infatuation stop and have you stopped loving being with me?"

"No!" I never stopped either one" I said in a soft voice.  I felt this urge
to kiss him on the lips and I did without hesitation.

He kissed me back, and letting me taste his tongue.  I draped my arm over
his shoulders and pulled him to me; we kissed.  His hand is on my back and
rubbing my back as well as my ass mounds.  We roll onto our sides and
pressed our bodies together still kissing and his hand roamed and moved all
over my back side.

I copy what he is doing; his back feels strong and his buttocks feel nice
and touching is ass gets me very excited.  I have no idea what to do.

He stopped me, looked me in the eyes, and said, "You know, I always knew
you would turn out to be a good looking man.  I am quite happy to be laying
with you in my arms."

I further confess, "I love kissing you and feeling your body!"

"I like what I see and feel," Ricky confessed as well and continued, "You
have me excited and I'm glad you are just as excited as I am."

Ricky then slipped off his jocks and I copy him.  We returned to kissing
with him on top of me. He grind his cock on mine.  I am in heaven.

Ricky took some sun tan lotion and poured it on our cocks.  We go back to
kissing.  He moved his body back and forth cock to cock-- the lotion
heightens the sensation.  Ricky rolled us over and I take the lead and
grind and rub my body on his.

I cannot take it any longer and I pressed harder and faster. I take my arms
and placed them under his arms and brace him tighter and pressed my lips
into his neck and cum, shooting my cum between our bodies.

He then rolled me onto my back and embraced me the way I did him and rubbed
his cock against me with his lips in my neck, which, along with my ears, is
my sensitive area.  I am still hard and I meet his rubbing with my own
passion caused by his kissing of my neck.  He lets out a groan, and cums
and cums.

He lay there for what seemed like eternity.  Silence except for our heavy
breathing.  He lifted his head, looked me in my eyes, and kissed me lightly
on my eyes and forehead.  I bit his chin lightly.

We stood up and hugged each other.  He stepped away from me with
outstretched arms, and looked at me-- examining cum covered body and
smiling at me; I am still hard.

I take the opportunity to check his body out: standing at 5-10, 180lbs of
muscles, smiling at me (I think I'm in love!) and then I look at his cock,
which is still at 'attention'-- about 7 inches surrounded by a thin bush
and low hanging balls.

He pulled me towards him and hugged me.  I hug him back.  We looked up and
there above us is an Aztec 6 seater heading to Maui.  Ha, wonder how much
can they see?  We take another dip in the water. He hugged me under the
fall and tells me, "Remind me to thank your dad for letting you miss work!"

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Ricky and I had several days together-- memorable days and when I wrote of
this experience, I have to admit that I was at times aroused sharing this
story, which I vividly envisioned!!  When I was with him I did not question
right or wrong, I knew it felt great!