From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brothers and Me
Date: 23 Aug 1998 00:00:00 GMT

I met him in a bar. Ok, that's not unusual you say? For me it is. You see, I
rarely go to bars, gay or otherwise. It's just not my "thing". But when I
travel, I do explore a bit..if even only to look.
No matter what part of the country , continent or world you go, the men are
pretty much the same.
There are trends of course...especially in Europe where some countries have
physical traits you can see exist in the men. But even there, the various
heritages, lineages and originating cultures are starting to blend.
I was in the UK on business. It was a week of sale meetings, trying to
convince a hesitant group to listen to this American with my own style of
rationalizing needs and products..oh never mind..you get the drift.
I was near collapsing and thinking of getting an earlier flight back home.
On Thursday, however, I wandered into a bar near a college in the northeast
part of London. A nearby college told me that even if the bar wasn't gay, it
would offer some visual delights.
Indeed it did.
The bar, or pub, was filled with males. Young, old, short, tall, fat, all
kinds. And the clean cut near cherubic faces of the youth in UK always churn
my butter.
I sat at a table drinking and looking about. A guy came by and asked if he
could share. I said sure thing. He looked at me and smiled.
"American?" he asked and I smiled back while crossing my legs to hide the
erection that had sprung up...depsite my years.
We chatted a bit, I bought him drinks and he bought me one too. 
He even invited a couple of his mates over to meet me and the four of us
talked and laughed....I laughed even though I couldn't understand everything
he said.
Back at my hotel room, he stared at my laptop computer. He had come to my room
to do exactly that since we started talking about the web and other computer
things.
I went into the bathroom and when I came back into the room, he clothing were
in a pile on the floor.
He sat at the desk typing away on my keyboard....wearing only his
shorts...jockey...my favorite.
I put my hands on his bare shoulders and he kept typing. I looked over his
shoulder and kissed him on the cheek..and neck. His moaning told me I was
doing the right things.
"Get undressed" he said to me as he continued to search the web.
I was naked in an instant..my cock sticking thru the chair and rubbing against
his back. 
He lifted a hand over his shoulder to acknowledge it..then pulled me around so
he could turn his head and swallow it. He sucked like a hungry calf and I
pulled his curly hair'd head into me.
My fingers found his nipples and the little metal stud that was lodged in one
of them. He sucked even harder when I played with it.
I moved away and he stood to turn off the computer. I pulled his jockeys down
his smooth buttocks and felt them...sliding a finger inbetween...he sucked in
air as I fingered the hole.
We could have fucked right there..except when I yanked my cock out I would
have spurted all over my keyboard..and you just don't do THAT.
Besides the bed was inviting us.....
One think about UK hotel beds...they are lumpy and not the greatest to sleep
in or on. But they are firm enough to have one hell of a good time on...and we
did, sucking tongue, cock, toes, fingering buttholes and eventually fucking
until our bodies had to quit.
I also learned how to play with an uncircumsized cock..he told me what to
do..and even though I was afraid of huring him by pulling on his foreskin, he
seemed to love it.
And he kept pulling one of my hands to his pierced nipple..and I obliged.
We slept together...cuddling, snuggling, breating and snoring at each other.
I'd wake as he was stroking my chest hair in the middle of the night..and he
would wake as he lay face down.....my hands stroking the entire length of his
body..neck to heel..pausing to lovingly enjoy the valley of the small of his
back growing into the two perfectly matched round mounds of his buttocks.
The morning had us sharing a shower...UK showers aren't like the US....very
little water pressure..but we enjoed it nevertheless.
He told me what he wated and I let him.....looking up at his smooth younger
body as he rythmically moved his hips aginst me..his uncut dick inside me. He
claimed he had never fucked an American before.
As he requested I reached up and fondled his nipples..the pierced one and the
other one which sent him into erotic shock.
My butthole was sore all day.
But that night I found him waiting for me outside my hotel..and we discarded
our short discussion about dinner and went upstairs to relive our fun again.
I gave him the spare key..and was glad I did.
He came and left.....sharing me with his fantasies about Americans. And I
bathed him, held him, kissed him, sucked him and fucked him more time then I
thought I could at my age.
Saturday I toured his college, met his flat mates and even had a discussion
about computers with one of his teachers..or professors or whatever they are
called.
As I let the body sweat dry that night.....our play had been especially
demanding I wondered if he was "the one". Would I be learning about
immigration laws so he could be with me at home or would I be spending the
rest of my years wishing I had moved to UK?
I awoke early in the morning and he had gone. I wished he were there to pet,
hold, kiss or even more..but I was tired....so very tired and slept.
I felt his hands on my butt and back. He wasn't fucking me, he was massaging
me gently..until he realized I was awake then he worked my shoulders and back
muscles..I groaned and moaned and encouraged him.
His bare thighs were on either side of my hips..my hands found them and slowly
stroked each one as my entire muscle structure glowered in his attention.
He kissed my shoulder and cheek saying "good morning" and calling me pet names
that had developed.
I moved my hips so my erection could move..and his hand was under me moving my
cock and balls back....so I could lay flat.
He massaged my butt and thighs..pressing his thumbs into the inside of my
thighs. His tongue lapped my balls and hard cock making it spill out more
precum.
Then I felt his lips on the back of my neck almost immediately. I was
confused. His hands were my neck and his lips on my cheek again. But at the
same time his hands were on my the small of my back....slowly rotating.
I turned my head and he was there smiling...kneeling beside me.
Another pair of thighs remained on either side of my own hips.
"Ever had two boys massage you?"
He smiled..and I remembered his question about threesomes. He was giving me a
parting gift..and I hoped it would be as wonderful as his basic gift.
"Turn over" he said and I managed.
But above me he was stradling me....his chest was smooth and his nipple was
pierced....his hands were stroking my now available erection and cupping my
balls.
"Twins?" I muttered.
"No, brothers" he said to me..he was kissing my ear...about to tongue it which
he had learned sent me into erotic spasm.
He moved behind his brother and put his hands on his brothers nipples
beginning to work them.
"One year apart..but you can tell the difference can't you?"
I couldn't at first. They were so similar....bodies, cocks, faces
smiles..nipples..then I noticed.
"Left" I muttered and he smiled...his brother grimmaced as his pierced left
nipple was given an extra hard tug.
"Yours is on the right" I said.
"Now you can tell us apart...if you want"
I reached up and replaced his fingers with mine...giving his brother the same
treatment I had learned to give him.
The result was the same..the boy threw his head back and his entire body
tightened so tight I could see his muscles..stomach, chest, neck.
shoulders.....
His brother dove his tongue down his throat and they were nursing on each
others mouths...as I moved to reach both boys nipples..working them until the
pushed my fingers away.....I thought I had overdone it.
"You're gonna make us cum too fast" the new brother said...his hands finding
my nipples and began to play..making my cock strain.
"Look, he likes it too" he said with the enthusiasm of a kid discovering his
first....orgasm.
I moved to his cock and sucked as he continued to reach under me. His brother
moved behind me and they were soon turning me into a shishkabob....and loving
it as much as I was.
I pulled back and turned around intent on resuming...that delighted them and
they gladly gave me their cocks...........I reached for the nipples of the one
I was now sucking and had to reach under his own arms..he had reached back to
grab his brother's......
Cum has an odor. It's neither bad nor good. It's like a locker room smell of
sweaty jocks..but the more there is the more erotic it is. there were six
puddles of it on that bed before long....
I was laying with the new found brother seeing what other things I had learned
about his brother also made him happy. He wanted to examine my dick more..I
was his first cut one he muttered.
"OK ready" I heard and the boy led me by my half hard cock to the bathroom
where the other boy had prepared a hot bubble bath.
The English usually aren't big on bathtubs..so I was surprised to find a huge
one in the bathroom of my hotel. Maybe it was because they catered to
foreigners.
I let them lead me into it and bathe me. No words were spoken..as they seemed
happy to soap my back, chest, arms and legs..occasionall stepping into the tub
to do so..or stay on the side which ever was a better place to reach me.
Then both got in...making the water overflow a bit..and the three of us found a
way to lay there...enjoing the water while it was still warm...and each other's
soapy, slippery bodies.
We lay on the bed quietly afterwards.....petting, stroking..none of us trying
to do anything to arouse each other...just enjoying the feeling.
And we slept.
I already told you about the bed..but I didn't tell you it wasn't exactly
build to be shared by two..let alone three. but somehow we found a way to
fit...spooning or laying in each others arms or over each other or all three.
In the middle of the night..I awoke to the sounds I knew well.
One brother was fucking the other. But it wasn't just horny youth fucking,
they touched, kissed, fingered, and enjoyed each other as I suspect they had
been doing since they were able to.
I reached out and pet, stroked, pulled on one or both pierced nipples and they
continued....excited even more by my helping them....their fucking got harder
and harder and in the night...illuminated by a street lamp, I saw the dramatic
sight of bodies tighten as their cum loads shot into each other. When one was
done the other quickly moved into place and continued. The similarity of looks
made it almost sureal.
"Dad used to do that too" one said to me as they lay on either side of
me..kissing my chest and putting their fingers in my chest hair.
"You mean he played while you two...."
"Yeah and more" the other one said.
I was being their dad that day I knew and fucked each one of them.....going
from one butt to the other..not sure when or if I shoud come at all.
Then they attacked me and I soon was on my knees..feeling a cock in my ass,
fingers on my nipples..mouth on my cock hand on my nuts and another finger
under me...stabbing into my already stuffed butthole.
They were relentless...I had nothing to say...they were attacking....my body
was on it's own....and when I spilled out my streams of whatever liquid was in
me...they giggled.
"Just like Dad?" I asked as I lay there trying to catch my breath.
"Not until you spank each one of us" they said.
Nobody complained in the hotel dining room the next day as the three of us ate
breakfast.
I told them not to be late for class..they seemed to like that.
And I hugged and kissed each one in front of the hotel as they trotted back to
the college.
"Nice lads you got there" another hotel guest told me.
"Yep, great kids" I said..my cock growing again.
I plan to return to the UK soon...maybe for the holidays......I need to see
how my boys are getting along. The letters just aren't enough anymore.