Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2006 19:29:21 +1100 (EST)
From: george <dog_oocl@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Brotherhood 4

Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of male/male sex
between consenting adults. If that sort of thing bothers you, or you are a
minor, or it is illegal for you to read this type of content under the laws of
your area, don't read any further.

This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual people or events is
purely coincidental.  Accolades, encouragement, suggestions, comments, and
corrections are welcome and gladly accepted. Flames will be utterly
ignored. dog_oocl@yahoo.com.au


Chapter 4.

"Yours are bigger"

"Yeah, but not as thick though" boys always compare.

"I dont know about you, but I'm famishing, its almost three in the
afternoon"

Suddenly I realised I havent touched any food since last night.

"I'll take up the offer of scramble eggs and toast"

"Right away, Sir"

He got up and put on a pair of boxer shorts, danced towards his kitchen.
Loved the sight of his behind, love to get on top of him and claim his
Grace's virginity, later, not a minute too soon.

I had never tasted better scramble eggs and toast than his.  Washing it
down with a cup of tea.  And the view, him, in his boxers, me, my Bond
brief.

"Would you be planning to go home for your sister's funeral?"

"I dont know what arrangement my mom made, but judging from the financial
situation of our family, I think most likely there would just be a quick
cremation, in any event, no point for me to go home except to kill my old
man"

"Would you need to send home any money"

"No, my old man would just spend it on grog"

"Whats you plan for the long term"

"I was planning to save enough so I could set up home in Sydney and get my
sister to come and live with me, now thats she's gone, setting up my own
patch still on my agenda, perhaps I should think of getting mom here, but
to wrangle her away from the clutch of my old man could take some
convincing"

"What about job"

"Shes been on the dole for years"

"No, I mean you"

"Same old prostitution for the next couple of years, then see what comes"

"I have a proposition"

"To live here?"  I was joking.

"Oh Yeah, I thinkg the Bishop would be ecstatic.  No, I have a flat in
Bondi, my mother set it up in the hope that I'll drop out of prienthood
soon.  It has everything, and rent free to you"

"I can always pay for with my body"

"Its a deal" he leaned over the kitchen table and gave me a kiss, "and I'm
happy to give you a monthly living allowance so to get you stay out of
prostitution"

"Instead of being a rent boy, I change career and be a kept boy?"

"No, I dont want to keep you, you are free to see whoever you like,
whenever you want to.  I love to maintain a relationship with you, but its
entirely up to you"

"One thing I learnt from being a street boy is that tricks could get tired
of us every quickly, then they moved on to the fresh meat, what happens
when you get tired of me?"

"I'm not your trick, and will never be.  I like you as a person, and sure,
I like having sex with you as well.  Being able to help you out will make
me happy. I know I can keep a promise when I made one, and I promise you
that I'll keep my words.  Think about it, stay for the night, and let me
know your decision tomorrow morning"

"I could just see the headline in the tabloid: Homo Anglican Priest keeps
19y.o. Rent Boy In Bondi Love Nest" that joke didnt go down too well with
him.

"What about your job as a priest?"

"I'm hoping the church would recognise and accept gay priest and their
partner in the near future, if not, I'll cross that bridge when it comes"

"What if someone finds out before then?"

"I cant worry about what may or may not happen.  I've now broken my vow,
and I intend to enjoy my new found sinful life, and you, my partner in sin"

"Oh God" I said.  He laughed.  Oh, love those pearly teeth and sensual
lips.

He loaded the dirty dishes into the dish washer.

"I'll take a shower. You could turn on the tele if you wish, theres footy
shows on Sunday afternoon"

"I wouldnt mind joing you in the shower, we could have our water sport
going" He hesitated, but didnt say no.  I took it as a yes.

Bathroom was mall, and intimate.  We were quiet, just the sound of water
running. Our cocks were hard even before we took off our undies. He started
off by rubbing shampoo into my scalp. then helped to rinse it off.  I
returned the favor, and started soaping him.  Why waste precious time! Not
a minute too soon! The soap foamed easily on him, with all those hairs.
Rough to touch on the hairy parts, smooth as silk on the others.  He kept
his eyes shut, stood there like a statue, he was under my spell.  His balls
were heavy, substantial, the foreskin pulled back and exposed the red
gland.  It looked even thicker under the bathroom light. I rubbed it
gently, didnt want him to come too quickly.  Fingering the underside,
rubbing his little hole lightly, exactly how the Creep did it.  One must
learned from experience.  He groaned uncontrollably. I kissed the top of
the gland, trace the little opening with my tongue, then with both of my
hands, I reached upward and lightly massaged his nipples with my finger
tips.  The bathroom was like a steam room, all windows were fogged up. I
took half of it into my mouth without applying too much friction, so he
wouldnt come too quickly, I wanted to savor it, took in all details. I
moved my hands downwards and started massaging his buttocks, he tried to
pushed deeper into my mouth, I woundt let him, not too quick, brother. Then
I let it slipped out of my mouth, I stood up and rubbed my cock against
his. Kissed him hard, held him tight.  Oh, it was too hot in here.  I held
his shoulders and slowly turned him around, I was in control.  I kneaded
his shoulders, nibbled his earlobes, him shivering.  I bit his shoulders, a
little love bite.  I embraced him from behind, slowly grinding my cock
against the cleft formed between those two hard globes.  My fingers back to
his nipples.

I slid downward until I faced his cleft. I pushed my nose between the
globes, the hairs there brownish, tickling my nose. I parted the globes,
David jumped when the tip of my tongue started its swirling
motion. Clockwise, anti-clockwise, pushed in a bit deeper, sucked on it a
bit, clockwise again, anti-clockwise again.  Wished I could see his face
right now, priceless. I was working hard, using all the technique I gained
from the Creep.  His Grace didnt stand a chance.  I knew he was ready for
me.  I stood up and grinded my cock against his cleft, I was gaining access
this time, I felt the tip of my cock was knocking on the door.  I whispered
"do you want me to?", he nodded weakly. "I want you to say it" "Yes,
please".

I rubbed some spit onto my cock, let my finger finding the target, applied
some spit there, then started pushing in ever so slowly. He was tense, he
was tight. I kissed his ears, licked the lobes, played with his nipples,
relax him a bit more.  A little push, stopped, another push, stopped.
Thank you Creep.  The head was in, I had to bite my tongue in order not to
come right then.  Now I understand why the Creep goes for virgin only. The
rest was easier, when my pubs touched his globes, I started fucking in
earnest.  I hugged him with all my strength, I plunged mercilessly, I
grabbed his cock and started pumping.  Our climax came whithout warning.
While I was pumping my load into him, I felt the familiar throb in my hand,
then came the sticky hot sperm.  I couldnt tell who was making the loudest
noise.  We both turned weak, suddenly the shower door swung open and we
slipped and rolled out on the floor together.  Funny part was that I was
still holding onto him tightly, my cock lodged firmly in his arse, my hand
wouldnt let go that spongy cock of his. We both burst out laughing like
mad, whatever happens in the future, this will be classified as our
"priceless moment together".

"Are you OK" "Yeah, and you" "I guess so" We were sipping the remaining of
tea in the kitchen.

"Thank you David, and thank you for trusting me"

"Why trusting?"

"That you didnt ask for condom to be used"

"Oh, I gathered from our conversation that you have been careful, and I
know I'm clean"

"But theres a degree of trust still"

"OK, no argument"

Its going to be a long night, and pay back time?


(To be continued...)