Date: Thu, 5 Apr 2012 22:02:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chris Martin <kaholo1154@yahoo.com>
Subject: Godbrother Ricky, Part 15

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Godbrother Ricky, Part 15:

"Ricky!"  I replied.  I was feeling a bit weak in the knees and yet I was
also feeling excited and happy, yet sad and wanting him. Not just to hear
his voice, but to see him, hold him, feel him, kiss him, and surrender
myself to him.  I started to see him in my mine, envisioned him vividly
naked.

"So, how are you guys related?" Robby asked as he started to undress.

"We're god brothers!" I replied.  Robby's facial expression looked like one
of confusion and so I explained, "When I was born my parents approached his
parents and asked if they would be my god parents.  They said yes and so he
and his sisters are godbrother/godsisters to me."  He undressed fully as I
explained how Ricky and I were related.

Robby grabbed his toiletries and went to shower.  I lingered; dilly and
dallied, and just not focused. I kept on rereading the massage with the
beautiful penmanship.  "After dinner" seemed so far away.

I walked to the shower with my towel over my shoulder so one end was
covering my cock.  Coming down the corridor was James with his shorts on
and towel over his shoulder.  He looked at me rather surprisingly at my
bold nudity.

"How'd your day go?" I asked him.

"I got my balls busted!  Again!  I was the last one again to finish the
mile, and the last in the hill too!" James shared dejectedly.

"Hey, you'll get better--you'll improve,” I encouraged him as we
entered the shower.

Robby was at the one of the shower close to the wall with his back to us.
I watched as soapy water cascaded down his smooth olive skin, and some of
the suds flowing between his butt cheeks.  I took the shower at the other
end of the wall, so that meant that James had to choose which shower to
use--the one next to Robby or the one next to me.  He chose the one next to
me.

I had a difficult time not looking at his cock.  He was a true red
head--meaning that he had red pubes that caught my attention, not to
mention his cock looked long and fat.  Checking him out caused me to start
to plump up.

I looked over at Robby and he was soaping his cock and balls, and damn, I
swear he was getting aroused. Subsequently I felt my cock start to really
react, and I turned my back to the guys.  Robby didn't say much, as a
matter of fact, there was little conversation amongst us.  Robby was soon
drying himself and out, leaving me and James alone.

I could not help but steal glances at James' cock whenever I could.  After
Robby left James showered facing the opposite wall.  My cock had subsided a
bit, but was definitely fuller but not a semi-erect.  At one point we were
facing each other, and both looked at each other's cocks before looking
each other in the face.

I don't know what possessed me, but I asked him, "Wow James, how big is
that cock when it's hard?"

"What?" James asked me quite taken by my question and gave me the facial
expression of ` I can't believe you asked me that question.

"I was just wondering cause you've got the biggest cock I've seen! I know
you're tall, but Kimo is tall too, but he doesn't hang as big as you!" I
shared quite innocently and boldly.

I think the conversation got to him because his cock started to get a bit
fuller, and so were his cheeks.  As for me I was now getting near the
semi-erect state.  Since I observed him glancing at my cock every now and
then, I did not bother turning around.  I guess I was feeling a bit strange
and weird with the note I got today and today's events.  And perhaps I was
finding this red head's cock quite intriguingly delicious and driving me
curious as a cat.

"I don't know, I never measured it," James replied nervously.  And he too,
does not turn to face the other wall as he finished his shower.

"Does your girlfriend give you blow jobs?"  I asked James assuming this
good-looking redhead guy had a girlfriend.

"I don't have a girlfriend," he replied.

My cock is almost sticking straight out.  He looked at my cock.  "Sorry, my
cock seems to have a mind of its own," I apologized to him. "And it looks
like yours does too!"  James' cock is huge!  I was so tempted in touching
his cock.

I turned my water off, and I started drying myself with my back to James.
I spread my legs as I dried my balls, and when I dried my legs I bent right
over so James had a good look at my backside.  I draped the towel over my
shoulder so part of it was covering my cock.  "See you at dinner!" I faced
James as he dried himself; his cock had gone down a bit, but still
impressive.

My cock was in a semi-erect state when I got to the room, and the towel did
not quite hide that fact.  I tried not to make it obvious that I was trying
to conceal my excitement, but Robby noticed my state of excitement
immediately when I entered the room.  I turned my back to him as I slipped
on my underwear and later my shorts.

"You should have seen James' cock!  The guy has a huge fucker man!"  I
shared with Robby trying to sound innocent, but just sharing.

"Why were you checking him out?" Robby asked with a sarcastic tone.

"Cause..." and a little lost of word, "I saw you checking him out too!" I
rebutted. "And I know you were looking at my dick when I came in the room
too!"

"Yup! How could I not!" he replied.  He turned toward his desk and picked
up his book, "I'm going to read by the pond... see you at dinner!"  He then
stepped close to me, bent forward and kissed me gently on the lips, and
headed out.

I got my book and lay on my bed shirtless to do some reading too.  I left
the door open and let the cool breeze flow through the room.

"Hey, dinner time!" a voice woke me up.  I looked in the direction of the
door and there was Clark on his way to the office.  His hairy wet and
brushed back. He had a vintage looking aloha shirt on, shorts, and
slippers.

I got up, grabbed a tee shirt, and put it on.  We walked to the cafeteria
and made small talk.  Well, it was more me answering his questions: best
subject, algebra; no girlfriend; jockey when I was younger; besides tennis,
volleyball; 3 sisters; youngest; Diary of Anne Frank (one of the three
summer reading books that I was presently reading).

I did not have much of an appetite, but had room for the haupia coconut
cake, which I had two pieces.  Conversation about training camp, and lots
of talk about the "amazing slid on your back set." Talked about our future
in volleyball; Robby was already being scouted by the Univ. of Hawaii, Kimo
by BYU, and of course there was John being scouted by USC.  It was sad to
hear Kalani say that colleges were looking for guys 5'10" and over.  (I'm
only 5'7"!)  But then Clark added, "but for you short guys," and glancing
in my direction, "if you can jump high, you can still play college ball--I
know guys who are 5'8" with awesome vertical leaps."

After dinner I hung out in the lounge watching TV with the other boarders
waiting for 7PM.  No call from Ricky; it was after 7:30 and I went back to
the room feeling sad, let down, and well just sad.

Robby was reading on his bed.  "Ricky didn't call?" he asked with concern.

"No, he did not!" I replied.  I took off my shirt, shorts and underwear and
put on some loose short gym shorts.  I lay on my bed face down with my face
to the wall.  Tears welled up in my eyes.  I could not help feeling so
emotional.  I cannot tell you how much I wanted to hear from him.

"Hey Chris, you okay?" Robby asked.

I just shook my head.  I did not verbally answer him for fear that my voice
would reveal my true emotions.  As few minutes later, I felt Robby's
presence as he sat on my bedside with a hand on my back.  "Hey, he said he
was going to call, and he will!" as he rubbed my back.

"Perhaps," was all I responded.

A few minutes later we heard Clark's voice on the dorm intercom, "Chris,
please report to the office, you have a telephone call!"

I rolled onto my back and simultaneously wiped the tears from my eyes.  I
smiled at Robby and gave him a kiss on the lips.  I rushed out the door to
the office, my smile grew wider and wider as I approached the office.

"Rick!" I almost shouted into the phone.  This caught Clark's
attention. "Hey, I am glad to hear your voice!"

"Sorry I didn't call earlier, the family took me out to dinner!  Good to
hear your voice too!  I wish I could see though; I really miss you!" Rick
said.

"Me too! But have to be happy with what is present!"

"How's volleyball camp?"  I told him that I was getting a good training and
just had to tell him about the amazing set I did today.  I heard Clark
chuckle, "yup that was amazing!"

Then Rick got a little more serious.  He began by telling how much he
wanted to be with me: "I just want to feel your body in my arms; I want us
to be naked together...I want to hold you tight and kiss every inch of your
face...and kiss, nibble, and tongue your ear and feel you squirm your body
pressing it harder into mine...I want to feel your ever hard cock in my
hand..."

"Oh shit!" I thought to myself, "what's he doing?"  His talk, his "I want
to" list was turning me on.  I was popping a tent, and I was shirtless. And
there was Clark just a few feet away from me!

"What are you doing?" I asked. I felt as though my voice betrayed me
because I sounded as though I was quivering.

"I am laying here naked stroking my cock thinking about how good it felt
when you sucked my cock, and how good your cock tasted in my mouth," he
continued.

"I'm okay; I'm here in the office!"  I dropped a subtle hint hoping he
would stop this erotic conversation, and at the same time wished I had the
office to myself.

"Aahh babe, it feels so good.  I was thinking about the time we took turns
fucking each other.  I love looking into your beautiful face while I fucked
you...I loved watching my cock slid in and out of your ass...and most of
all, I like being the one who tool your cherry."

I sat on the edge of the desk with my back to the opposite wall. Clark left
the office, and how I wished I could have taken my cock out and jacked off
with him.

"How long have you been going at it?"

"I have been stroking here about 10 minutes before I called you.  Oh my
sweet man, I have wanted to be with you. I love the way you sat on my
cock...face to face and we kissed...I like when I held you close and worked
on your neck and back, and you rode my cock hard...and you worked your
ass...milking my cock, and then blasting a load without touching
yourself... I can hear your cries when you came and how your body melted
into mine when you finished cuming...oh babe...I am so close..."

I turned around to see that Clark had not returned, "I wish I was there
right now to take care of you!"

"Yeah...I'm cumming babe...oh Chris babe...fuuucckk!" he moaned into the
phone.

I swear, if I had touched my cock at any time during the conversation, I
would have cum too.

"Sorry...I couldn't help myself! I miss you so much...I jack off every day
thinking about you and what we experienced together."

"Me too!" I remarked.  I looked down.  My cock throbbing and fully erect
and stretching the loose fabric of my shorts to its limit.  And saw there
was a huge wet spot that stood out so blatantly on my gray gym shorts.

"I leave for Maryland first flight out tomorrow morning," he said and I
detected he was holding back a sob.

I felt a lump in my throat, and my eyes began to well up with tears, "But
you always wanted a career in the military, and you'll make one damn good
commander!"

"I hate to cut this short, but my sister guys want to take me to see my god
mother Bea; you know she is 86!"

"Oh, okay.  Have a safe trip, be safe!" I said holding back my tears.

"Study hard, be good, God bless you, and remember, I hold you close to my
heart; I love you!" Rick professed through his sobs.

I declared my affection to Rick, "I love you too!"  and fought back the
tears.

"Okay then, I'll write when I have time.  Will you do the same?" he asked
sounding more composed.

"Of course I will!"

"Bye babe!  I love you!" he said.

I didn't want to say bye so said, "a hui hou!"  ("see you later").

And click.  The phone went silent.  I held the phone to my ear a few
seconds before placing it in its cradle.  I wiped my eyes and exhaled
deeply.

"You okay there?" Clark's voice came from behind me.

I turned my head slightly in Clark's direction, "Yeah, just..." I never
finished my sentence.

I was trying to figure out how I was going to walk out of there without
Clark seeing my predicament.  So I just place one hand in front of my cock
and kept my body more at an angle.  "See you tomorrow!"

Clark called out to me, "Hey!" But I did not turn and hurried out. My cock
started to `calm down' but there was no way I could hide the wet spot.  I
thought of going to the bathroom to jack off, but then heard the toilet
flush, and so walked past it.  Before entering the room, I looked down the
hallway and there was Clark standing and looking my way.  I knocked on the
door, and opened it without waiting for Robby to reply, and shut the door
behind me.

Robby was in bed, but asleep, his book resting closed on his chest, and he
was under the covers.  I took my shorts off and put on some boxers, got my
tooth paste/brush, washed up, and prepared for bed.

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."

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Thanks for reading Godbrother Ricky, Part 15. I have to apologize for the
lengthy storyline.  I am trying to write about my experience.  Robby is
someone who was a good friend, and who on a different level from Ricky, I
fell in love with too. 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.