Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2002 01:32:50 +1000
From: Fuzz a <fuzzgod@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brothers Forever: Chapter 1

Brothers Forever
By FuzzGod (fuzzgod@hotmail.com)
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This is a story of pure fiction that does not entail any form of reality
in any way, shape or form. This story involves the sexual love of
brothers. Safe sex practices are adhered to in this story and the writer
promotes safe sex in all situations. Suggestions for this story are
welcome and flames will be ignored. I will reply individually to emails
when I get the chance. If you want to download this story you can as long
as the name of the author is mentioned at the top of the story.

If it is not legal or ethical for you to read erotic stories,
particularly of a gay or homosexual nature, please exercise your
obligations as a responsible citizen and select suitable reading
material.  This story contains fictional graphic depictions of actions
and tendencies considered extreme by many people. If you do not like this
type of material, then please do not read any further than this line.

None of the characters in this story are real people.

Copyright (c) 2002 to the author.
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Prologue

It was summer and wasn't it hot! The air conditioning was running
constantly trying to keep the temperature inside the house at an
acceptable level, and most of us boys were spending our time down at the
nearby beach. We would leave home just after sunrise and then come home
just before dark. Whether we were at the beach, or the arcade, or the
kiosk didn't worry our parents, they knew we were enjoying ourselves and
never interfered with our fun.

My name is Brad Gooding; I am 16 years of age and am what people call
'simply stunning'. I'm 6' tall and weigh about 140lb. I have golden sandy
blond coloured hair, blue eyes and not one imperfection on my body. I
have gone through stages of puberty that have seen me lose my entire baby
fat, and now I have filled out in the chest and shoulder areas. I have a
light sprouting of dark brown / black hairs on my legs, but my thighs are
still relatively hairless. Puberty was also kind to me in the dick
department; my circumcised cock now stands at just over 7' long when
erect.

As like in most families, I also had two other siblings' other than my
parents, two brothers. One brother was two years older than me, and my
other brother is younger than me by a year. We live in a local suburb in
the Australian town of Wollongong; just 90 minutes drive south of Sydney,
living in a 3-bedroom home that is less than 1 km from the local beach.
Our street is a family street, everywhere there are new houses going up
and more and more kids are terrorising the neighbours. We live in an old
sub-division just before the new housing development, and it is the best
place we ever lived.

Unfortunately for my family though we suffered a great loss a couple of
years ago.

Whilst still very young, my eldest brother developed leukaemia and we
went through as a family some very traumatic experiences. Whenever it
looked as though he was getting better, he would relapse and then he
would go through the same experiences over and over again.

This is a story of my experiences and what happened between us as
brothers over the two years before he passed away, and it all started
over four years ago...
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Brothers Forever
Chapter 1 - The beginning
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At twelve years of age you are naive and often stupid, you don't just
understand what is happening around you sometimes, and then when you are
told about what is happening, you just don't understand the repercussions
of the whole issue.

And now this was happening in my life, my parents had just returned home
from the GP's office and by the looks on the faces of my parents, the
news they had been waiting for was not good. You see, my eldest brother
had been sick for a while now, and my parents and the doctor fraternity
could not understand what was wrong with him. Whenever there was a flu
epidemic or a sickness bug going around, he would always catch it.

The doctors had finally scheduled him in to get a bone marrow test,
looking for any possible signs that he may have some form of rare
disease, or even worse Leukaemia. We were certainly hopeful that this
wasn't the case, but from the reception I received when they got home, I
knew the news was not good.

I guess the only bright spark in this whole episode was the fact that
they had brought home pizza for tea, but the mood at the table was like
one in a morgue, very quiet and sombre. No one even attempted to say a
word, just in case that someone took offence to what was said.

Eventually dad said something:

"Brad, can your mother and I talk to you in the lounge room alone for
five minutes please".

"OK", was all I could muster?

We completed tea, cleaned up and then we entered the lounge room together
and sat down opposite to each other.

Just then dad spoke:

"Brad, I think you can tell by the way we were acting tonight that
something was wrong. I would like to tell you this before you ask any
questions, but your brother is in the early stages of a rare form of
Leukaemia, and by the impressions that the doctors have gave us, they may
not be able to help your brother in his fight against it".

At this point in time my parents had begun to cry into each other's arms.
It took a little while for the enormity of what dad had said to sink in,
but when it did, I felt so empty inside that all I wanted to do was die
right there and then.

"So you mean to say that he mi... he might...d...d...die?"

"Yes son, he just might die".

When he said this, I immediately broke down. Tears left me like a
fountain of water, running down my cheeks and onto my shirt. I had never
felt so empty and I knew that my parents could tell, and they just came
over to me and began to hold me really tightly, not letting me go as I
let go all of all of my emotion that had been building up inside of me
for ages. At least now we had some answers, but the pain of it all could
only get worse.

My brother was two years older than me; he was more muscular and more
defined than me, and I loved him more than my own life. To hear that he
may be taken away from me before I get to tell him just how I feel about
him made me feel very empty and lonely. My tears were for the obvious
reasons, but they were also coming from the soul of my heart.

My parents and I sat there very silently after we had cried ourselves
out, but then we began talking about the changes that would occur over
the next few months in our lives. The doctors had said that if they can
beat the cancer, he might be able to survive. But first they have to find
a suitable bone marrow donor to help in their cause. Apparently this is a
relatively new treatment from what all the doctors had said, and all of
the doctors had told them lots of "if's and butt's", but could not give a
definitive answer on the lifespan my brother Michael had. They said that
if the donor failed, then he could live for upwards of two years, but not
a lot more, and that if a suitable donor could not be found, then he
could live for only a year.

'A year, a whole fucking year, is that all' is what I thought.

"So, when will we find out if there is a suitable donor or not" I asked.

"Brad, it is not that simple. They will be looking for complete matches
in all departments of all of our bone marrow to find a match, so we will
all have to undergo bone marrow testing, it is a relatively new
treatment".

"So you mean that I might be able to help my brother?" I asked.

"Yes honey, you might just be able to", mum said.

"I would want nothing more than to help my brother, in any way"

"We all feel the same way as you do love, so why don't you go and have
your shower, and if you want, you can come back in here and talk to us
more"

"OK".

I silently left the room. Why do all these things happen to me, and at
such a young age? I think I've already gone through enough pain for one
lifetime, and now all I will probably go through is more and more. You
see I love my brother! No, not just any normal love, but in a sexual kind
of way. When I was young we use to sleep cuddled up to each other in the
same bed, him always wrapping his strong arms around me to keep me warm
on the cold winter mornings. We always did things together, hiking, bike
riding, swimming and surfing; the list goes on and on, and now I face the
risk of losing him.

I think I am gay, but I have never told anyone that I might just be. My
love was my brother, but he just didn't know it yet, and I don't think he
will either. I haven't been able to speak to him for ages since he became
ill. I just wish I would get the chance to hold my arms around him, kiss
his kissable lips and play with him in ways that most people think would
be unimaginable, but I fear just at the moment that he might not be gay,
and basically make my life a living hell, especially if he lives to fight
another day. I will have my chance; the only way that will occur though
is if he gets better.

You see I've already gone through some very traumatic experiences myself;
I had already lost two of my best friends in car accidents, in which
involved head-on collisions, and now I could lose my big brother as well.
I just love him so much that it is unbearable, and a glimmer, just a
glimmer that he loves me as much as I do, would make my life absolutely
complete.

I lost it at this point, and as I got into the shower I sat down and
began to silently weep as the warm water cascaded down over my body. My
sexual longings for my brother were extremely strong, and I feel as
though I am never going to have the chance to tell him how I feel about
him.

"Why does this happen to me" I cried out, needing to expel all of my pain
through words and emotions that had probably welled up inside of me for
years, and now it was all coming to a head.

But I remembered what dad said, if the marrow transplant was successful,
then he might just live, but if his body rejects the marrow, he might
live for just two years. At least I have two years to out myself to him,
but I have to pick the right moment to do it, and make sure that he has
the same feelings for me like I do for him. I fear rejection, but I am
sure that he will accept it.

At this current point in time, I feel a little bit of relief! But now I
have a new participant popping up for attention. Why does it keep doing
that I wonder?

Sitting here in the shower my 4.5' erection has sprung to attention. It
must be all this thinking I am doing of my brother that has caused it,
because absolutely nothing else does. It's like it has a mind of its own
at times.

I slowly begin to stroke up and down the length of it. I actually am
quite proud of its size, especially for my age, mainly because during our
pissing contests in school I have seen many of my friends penises, and
they are all much smaller than mine.

I learnt to masturbate not long after I turned 11, and whenever I have
the chance to do it, I just flop it out and begin stroking. I have
actually only recently begun to create sperm and semen, because little
squirts of nearly clear liquid squirt out of the tip of my penis as I
reach orgasm. I am also fortunate to be circumcised, not like all of my
friends, who are uncut. Most of the time the head of my penis is pinkish,
but just before I am about to cum, the head turns a very dark shade of
red, almost purple in colour.

I have also been fortunate enough to participate in a circle jerk with a
few of my soccer friends. I'll never forget those days as long as I live,
mainly because I was the one that instigated the whole thing. We also
managed to go onto trying other things, like sucking, but we never fucked
each other. I was the only different one in the group, and all of the
boys were fascinated with the look and feel of my cock, as much as I was
fascinated with theirs. This went on nearly the whole time we slept over
at one another's house, and we always managed never to get caught.

All this thinking now however is bringing me onto the verge of my orgasm.
I can feel it coming from the tip of my toes, just about to squirt out
the tip of my penis. All I can think about now is my brother; his
perfectly shaped body, hairless thighs and prominent bulge in his Speedos
whenever he wears them. I just wish I could tell him how much I love him!
I'll get my chance however.

"Ohhhhhhhh, I love you bro," I whispered as I came; my thin little
squirts of sperm and semen come flying out of my penis and land on the
floor of the shower, and mix with the cascading water of the shower.

I now feel relaxed. All the tension has been washed away with the water
and semen of my orgasm. I continue to shake with the throes of my orgasm,
but I now know that a majority of the tension has gone. I quickly got out
of the shower, dry and changed into my boxers, and go to my room, the one
in which I share with my older brother, to talk.

I wondered whether to knock or not on my bedroom door? I couldn't hear
any movement coming from the room, but I reckon I might just go in
unannounced.

I walked in and there was the sight before me, Michael was lying on my
bed, asleep! What do I do about him lying there on my bed? I decided to
eventually do nothing about him, instead I decided to sit on the edge of
his bed and admire his perfect body. If it weren't for the pair of boxers
he was wearing, then he would have been completely naked on top of my
bed.

As I said earlier, Michael was 14 years old. He is about 5'11 tall, slim,
fair complexion; he has golden blond hair that sort of hangs down over
his forehead, and nearly cover his eyes, and he has dark blue eyes that
every time I looked at them, send shivers of pleasure right to the base
of my balls. His physique was also perfect; he already has the signs of a
six-pack forming on his abs, mainly due to the constant swimming and
soccer he plays, his arms are strong and muscular, and his legs are quote
'to die for', because he has hairless thighs that to me make him look
even sexier. To me he is absolutely gorgeous, and to see him nearly naked
has brought Mr Wood to attention once again.

If you looked at us in the same light, you would think we were twins,
except I am a slightly smaller version of him. When we were younger we
use to be confused for twins, but our mother always corrected people who
said that.

I still had to work out where I would sleep for the night, would I sleep
in my bed, or would I sleep in Michael's bed. I decided to sleep in my
own bed, with my brother. I did this mainly because my bed was much more
comfier than Mike's, and I could possibly get the chance to grab a quick
feel of what my brother was 'packing' so to speak.

You see I haven't seen my brother naked for nearly two years now, and
whenever he has his showers, he always takes clothes into the bathroom
with him. The only time I ever get to see what he has to offer is when I
join him at the pools during his swimming days, mainly because he wears
Speedos. I have noticed however over the last few months the size of the
bulge that those Speedos are holding, and I reckon he has to be around 7-
8 inches. It has grown quite significantly over the last few months, to
the point where he has asked mum to buy him a new pair for Christmas,
which I know mum has done for him.

But anyhow I go and kiss mum and dad goodnight and go back to my room.
Michael has turned onto his side away from the edge of the bed, which
gives me enough room to snuggle in beside him. I feel extremely tired,
but I can't stop thinking about my brother, not only about him sexually,
but also about his problems he has, and the fight he is going to have to
face in the next few months.

I lie there slowly drifting off to sleep thinking about the good times we
have had so far in our lives. As I said earlier we always did things
together; hiking, camping, surfing, swimming etc... But since he has
become ill, we haven't been able to participate in all of those
activities. We both are heavily into Soccer, playing for the local club
here where we live, and we are both very good at it as well. Whenever
Mike has friends over, I am always hanging around and playing along with
them, and Mike and his friends liked me being around.

We are extremely close brothers, and when together we get along like best
friends. We know more about each other than we know about ourselves, and
we always hang together no matter wherever we go. I love my brother more
than my own life, and I would sacrifice that as well just to have him
love me the same way back. But I know that I should bide my time and just
wait until the time is right to tell him how I feel about him, as rushing
the issue could lead to me being 'mentally scared' because of his
reaction, especially if he rejects me in no uncertain terms.

But it is time to hit the hay and dream, dream of what might just be...
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That's the first chapter of Brothers Forever. I know that not much has
begun to occur in the story, but I believe building character is more
important than just wild, hot sex. If you have any suggestions, they will
be greatly appreciated, but by the time you write to me the story will
probably have been written. I would encourage you to write your own story
if you have any suggestions at all. Reader interest will make me continue
this story, so please write to me, as it is the only award a writer
receives.

Stay tuned, because chapter two is coming soon to a nifty site near you!

FuzzGod
(fuzzgod@hotmail.com)

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