Date: Tue, 31 Jan 2006 17:30:43 +1100 (EST)
From: george <dog_oocl@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Brotherhood 7

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 7.


When we were inside the house, it just hit me.  I wasn't sure if I could
ever feel comfortable in this house, a place for the very rich, the chics,
not underclass blokes of my kind, beautiful, but clinical and cold. David
could see I was not impressed, and somehow, I knew he understood why.  He
was busy opening all the windows while I was sulking.  The only thing I
liked about the house, the garden, full of plants and trees I couldn't
name, providing lovely shades and breezes.

"A bit over the top, eh?  Mother has a tendency of showing off her wealth.
With the helps of her gangs of House & Garden or Vogue Living interior
decorators, who were good in appealing to her ego, to achieve the highest
degree of ostentation, and to fatten their bank accounts"

"I rather prefer that cozy little house of yours in Paddington"

"Just for short term measure, we could find another place within a few
months time"

"I don't want to put you through too much trouble, I'm happy just being
with you, I shall live here as long as you want me to"

"Thank you Josh, let me show you the rest of the house"

We toured from room to room, carpet, central heating, every room with its
own bathroom and toilet, yeah, en-suites, etc, etc, etc.  Furnitures were
polished, leather this, leather that.  You wouldn't want to put your dirty
arses on them. Wide screen TV, Hi-Fi piped from room to room. Kitchen as
those pictured in women's magazines.  David took with him my Nike bag, he
started unpacking for me.  My few outfits looked pathetic when he put them
on the hangers in the walk-in wardrobe, bigger than our lounge room back
home in Queensland.  Then he saw my little radio.

"You won't need this anymore, you could use the control to pipe music and
radio into every room"

"That little radio was the only connection for us to the outside world back
home, me and my sister were not game enough to watch TV when our old man
was at home.  So we usually locked ourselves in our bed room, which we
shared, and listened to that radio, a bit of sentimental value"

"Sure, I'll put it next to your bed" then he was holding the family photo
and inspected it carefully.  "You sister was very pretty, and your mother
as well, you father looked happy in this photo.  When was it taken?"

"When I was ten, we were holidaying at Rockhampton, my grands' farm, you
didn't comment on how I looked" Faked my upset, girlie stuff, shit,
wouldn't repeat this performance again.

"Oh, I think the present you is lots better, by the way, you never told me
your family name" I walked up to him and kissed him, felt my lump rubbed
against his, "mom Judy Winters, sister Jenny, old man Shane Biggs, yours
truly Josh Biggs"

"English, eh.  I'll show you the small cottage at the back where I think
your mother would like, so, follow me, Mr. Big"

"Yeah, you like that big one of mine, don't you" he blushed again.  No more
trash talk, I made a mental note.

The cottage situated right at the back of the garden, totally self
contained with a proper bedroom and bathroom, cozy living area, and an
eat-in kitchen, air conditioned, TV, Hi-Fi, the usual items, "it was to be
used as sleep out area for teenage kids of our guests" he explained.  I was
sure Mom would like this cottage, but I had other ideas.

"Could we take the cottage and let Mom have the main house?" He was
surprised by my request, hestitated for a few seconds, "Sure, if that's
what you want" He had to shift my belongings once more.

I would never get tired of Chan's Chinese cookings.  Those prawn crackers
were winners.  Fry Rice and Spring Rolls tasted 10 times better than the
Chinese tuckers back home.

"What did your father do before he turned to alcohol?"

"Turned into an alcoholic?  He used to work on the wharf as a container
crane driver, earned good money, we were well provided, and our house in
Brisbane comprised of 4 large bed rooms.  Then the drinking started, he was
late to work on many occasions, and had several near fatal accidents while
he was operating the crane, even his union boss told him he had to go.
When he got sacked, the stevedore company gave him a good payout, which all
went to the local pubs.  Things went downhill after we had to sell our
house in Brisbane and moved to Acacia Ridge, a small industrial town, into
a small 2 bedroom house provided by the housing commission.  Mom kept
giving him excuses, saying it must had been triggered by the sudden death
of our grands, who were killed during a road accident.  I could look pass
his alcohol abuse, but not the rape of my sis, and, and...her suicide" I
felt like crying again.  He put his arm around me, "shhhhh.., its Okay,
lets talk about this some other time"

We had a quiet night.  We cuddled together, he put his arms around me, my
back to his front, I felt safe, comfortable, warm, the air conditioning
humming at the background.  We were just exploring each other, touching
each other, he lightly run his fingers over my back, sent a shiver down my
spine, licked me behind my ears, sent another shiver down my spine, his
cock wedged between my legs, he made no attempt to penetrate, he held my
hardon in his palm, angry bird trying to set itself free.  We were
exhausted by the events since Sunday morning.  I slowly run my fingers over
the hairs on his forearms, licked his finger tips, sucked them in one by
one.  Reached down to circle the tip of his cock with my fingers.  He then
turned me around, "let me look at you" I could only make out his eye brows,
eye lashes, and the ridge of his nose, dark in here.  But I sensed that he
was staring at me.  I took in the scent generated from his body, how a man
should smell like.  His cock now sliding under my balls, mine poking at his
belly.  Pubic hairs mingled.  He licked my lips, run his tongue oustside of
my teeth, we were breathing the same air, loved that minty breath.  Our
fingers locked, my lips pressed hard against his.  If there's a paradise on
earth, we were in it.

"I should thank your father" he whispered.

"Why?"

"If it was not for him, you wouldn't have turned up in Sydney.  Meeting you
is the best thing in my life, and I wouldn't trade you for anything else in
the world" What more could I say!

We drifted into deep sleep, and woken up by the noise of the alarm.  He
rushed into the bathroom to have a piss, and I headed straight to the
shower.  While we were washing each other, I started pissing on him.  The
surprise look on his face worth a million.  I learned this from Glenn at
the boarding house, golden shower he said.  His cock stayed hard all night,
and it got harder now.  When the piss stopped, he grabbed my cock and
started pumping it in earnest, next he knelt on the shower floor and took
it into his mouth.  He was doing much better, managed to avoid scraping me,
and I tried not to choke him this time.  Felt his finger pushing into me,
the pleasure was unbearable.  He used the finger as a lever to forced me
deeper into his mouth, when I felt the second finger, I was close.  My skin
was all tingled from the sprays of the shower, I pushed into his mouth to
the hilt, until his nose buried in my pubic hairs.  When the third finger
was in, I was lost, felt the tightness of his throat, the dam was bursting.
When he finished swallowing, he stood up and kissed me, tasted my own cum.
"Wow, that was plentiful", "you complain too much". Time to reward his hard
work.

When my breath recovered, I started to massage his cock a little bit, used
the soap to work up some suds, turned around, directed the head towards my
opening.  I then backed myself onto it, oh, that monster.  Inch by inch,
bit by bit, I took deep breath, took my time, counted the seconds, the
minutes.  Buttock felt his pubic hair, then he decided its time to get
going.  This shower was much larger than the one in Paddington, room for
him to steer me around, my legs spreaded, my hands stretched out onto the
wall, ram.  I almost screamed in pain, but I held my ground, took it like a
man.  Would I ever get used to that monster of his?  The worst would soon
be over, yes, soon.  We were breathing and groaning in unison.  He was
frantic, basic instinct took over civility.  No please, no thank you, no
more waiting in the queue. Let me in, let me fuck you, let me come in you,
now, yes, now.  When he discharged his sperm into me, I was pleased.  For
being able to repay his love and kindness, and, of course, the pain was
over.  Next time I'll only let him fuck me before I reached my orgasm, one
must leared from his mistake.  Experience.

I jumped in pain when I tried to sit down onto the bar stool next to the
breakfast bench top.  He was busy preparing breakfast, didn't see my
reaction.  Gritted my teeth, suffered like a man. Gingerly I sat down.  We
ate our breakfast in silence, exhausted.

"When are you planning to go home and talk to your mother?"  All those
questions.

"I'll ring the Greyhound today, I think the earliest I'll be able to get on
an express is tomorrow afternoon and be in Brisbane Thursday morning, then
stay overnight in Brisbane before taking a local coach to Acacia Ridge
first thing Friday.  I don't want to get there in the afternoon, mom won't
be able to see me as the old man would be up by then.  Morning is the
safest time to see mom while the old man is still in bed"

"Nonsense, I'll buy you a plane ticket on the first available flight
tomorrow morning, and organised a hire car to Acacia Ridge straight
through"

"I don't want you to spend your hard earned money, besides, I've never
flied on a plane before, won't know where to start"

"I don't know exactly what I worth, the 15% holdings I have in the family
trust, with all those income being re-invested over the years and well
looked after by the board of trustees, in their millions for sure.  And if
I want to, I can have access to all of them right now.  So, be practical, I
don't want you to stay away any longer than necessary, I don't want you out
of my sight any longer than necessary, I'm already feeling sad by the
thought of your going away"

"Brother David, you are a smooth talker"

"It's a Yes then" Could I ever refuse this man?

"Do you have any I.D. cards, driver's license, Medicare Card Etc?"

"Yes, I got my license since I was 17, not much driving experience though,
couldn't afford a car"

"Great, what about your mom?"

"Oh, she always keep her license current, even though we sold the family
car few years back"

He went over to the main building to make use of the computer.  He returned
30 minutes later with several pages in his hand.

"This is the E-ticket for your return flights.  You are leaving 5
a.m. tomorrow morning, in Brisbane by 6:15 and a chauffer driven hire car
will be waiting at the airport to take you to Acadia Ridge. I guess your
mother might need some convincing to leave your father, so I booked a motel
in Acacia Ridge for your overnight stay, a 4 stars only, nothing over 4
stars in Acadia Ridge, I'm afraid.  Then you will return to Brisbane and
fly back here by Thursday afternoon.  I'll meet you, and your mother, if
she agrees to come with you, at the Airport. Here's another oneway E-ticket
booked in the name of you mother, same flight as yours into Sydney.  If she
refuses to leave, I could cancel that ticket later on.  But if she decides
to come with you, make sure she carry with her the driver's license and any
I.D. cards she might have.  These E-Tickets require I.D. check as the
Airline check-in.  I'll need to go back to church office in a minute to
tidy up some business, and I shall be back by 4 this afternoon.  Promise me
you will not run away" No way Jose.  "I promise"


Tomorrow? Tomorrow? Angry bird flying.



To be continued.....