Date: Wed, 16 Oct 2002 00:56:49 +1000
From: Fuzz a <fuzzgod@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brother's Forever - Chapter 5

Brothers Forever
By Fuzzgod (fuzzgod@hotmail.com)
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This is chapter five of "Brothers Forever", a continuation of this story.
Before you read this chapter you should read the other chapters of this
story, as it will give you the background information you need to read
this chapter.

The disclaimer that appears in chapter one applies to this chapter. 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, and read no
further than this line.

None of the characters in this story are real people.

Copyright (c) 2002 to the author.
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Author's note:

Once again thankyou for your generous words about the story. Your feedback
is most appreciated by me, and I think it reflects in the way that the
story is written.

I receive plenty of email and once again I would like to advise you
readers that if you write, please put the title of the story in the
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For those who are thinking about writing, please do so. I don't bite! Nor
do I write emails as group letters, only individually. I guarantee that if
you send me a message I will reply to it personally, and whatever you and
I write is confidential between you and me.

Thankyou all and enjoy chapter five.
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Characters met so far:

Brad Gooding (13) - 5'4, 130lb, blond hair, blue eyes, the loveable one of
                    the three brothers. Loves his brother in more ways
                    than one. The story is seen through Brad's eyes.
Mike Gooding (15) - 5'11, slim, fair complexion; he has golden blond hair
                    and blue eyes, six-pack forming, is simply gorgeous in
                    Brad's eyes and is a very sick person, has rare form
                    of leukaemia.
Daniel Gooding (12)-5'2, brown hair, blue eyes. The brat so to speak.
                    Becomes more important character in Brad's life now,
                    but more so later on.
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Where we left Brad:

And we left. After about five minutes however we rode past a young male
about 17 or 18 walking up the path. That got me really suspicious, but I
never flinched.

And that was our day in the sun. Mike and I arrived in our suburb just
before sunset and rode to the beach for a quick dip before going home for
the evening. That day was probably the best day of my young life, but
little did I realise then that it would be the last of the good days as
the dark ones were just around the corner...
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Brother's Forever
Chapter 5 - Oh no not again...
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Mike and I went to school the following day and all that I could think of
was our day in the sun the previous day. The day was fun and enjoyable,
with a little excitement of our own thrown in to boot.

We continually did our normal things for the rest of the next week. We had
a little fun during that week, but nothing like what happened that
particular day. It was during this time however that I realised something
had changed in Mike's demeanour, and he wasn't his usual energetic self he
was that weekend. The signs were gradual and it wasn't until one afternoon
in the school week that I really realised something was wrong.

It was a Wednesday. If I remember correctly it was overcast and trying to
rain, not your normal Australian Springtime day, especially in November,
but one that does happen occasionally. Mike and I did our usual thing that
day and walked to school together. It was about a ten-minute walk from
where we lived, and we always thoroughly enjoyed the exercise.

It wasn't until however that I waited at the gate for Mike to meet me so
that we could walk home after school that I realised something must have
been really wrong with him.

He walked up to me and from what I could see he didn't look very well. I
asked him how he felt but he simply replied that he was fine and lets get
home before it rains, as it was still quite overcast, and it had been
raining that particular afternoon.

We walked home in relative silence. Mike didn't say much the whole of the
10 minutes, which was very unlike him. And when he arrived home, he simply
said that he had some work to do and went straight to our room.

It was at this point that I began to worry. Mike and I usually spent time
together in the afternoons before Daniel got home from school, but today
he obviously wasn't in the mood. I also began to think about other things,
like was he upset with me...Did I do something that he didn't want me
to...Stuff like that. It was a bit of a worry and I think I started to
cry, not realising that Daniel had just walked in the door.

"Hey Brad, what's wrong"

"Nuthin" I replied.

"Brad, something is bothering you because you're crying, c'mon what is
it?" He asked.

"Daniel, it's nothing really. I'm just thinking about how we went through
all that pain with Mike being sick, and it just bought back some bad
memories, that's all"

"Brad, he's Ok now remember and he should be OK from now on. The doctor
said that we would know in about another month or so whether he will be
alright or not" Daniel replied.

"But what if he isn't Daniel, what if this was a temporary solution and
just stopped the process for a little while...what if..."

"Brad, he'll be Ok, now don't worry about it".

"I can't but, because I can't face it if he is still sick" I stated.

"Brad, none of us want to think that way, think positively and I'm sure he
will be alright"

I was glad that Daniel was the smarter one of the three of us, because he
really showed his maturity then. And he also showed something else that
day.

"Brad, if you ever need anything, just come and see me Ok, we are all here
for each other"

"Ok" I replied and I gave him a big brother hug. He then he did something
that I never expected from him; he gave me a light peck on the cheek. It
lasted for only about 1 millisecond, but it was a kiss that would open up
new doors for both of us.

He then stood up and said that he had some homework to do and ran off in
the direction of his bedroom. I watched him as he ran past. 'Was that a
slight bulge in his shorts' I thought, 'and wow what a cute butt' as I saw
him run past me. I had also by this time thrown a stiffy, but I didn't
want to beat it off in here and I quickly went to the bathroom and jacked
off, thinking about Daniel and that peck on the cheek, and of course about
Mike.

That night I went to bed and Mike was already asleep. This was probably
the first night in nearly six months that Mike and I had not shared the
same bed, and it began to really worry me.

I had only started to drift off to sleep when I heard this muffled voice
calling me from the other bed. It was only a murmur, but one that still
haunts me now and will forever.

"Brrrrraddddd, get mum quick" I heard.

"What" I sleepily replied.

"Quick...get mum...tell her to call...ambulance. I feel...crook" He
muffled.

His words sent shockwaves through my entire body, and those waves sprung
me straight out of bed and into mum's room extremely quickly.

"Mum, dad, get an ambulance quick, Mike is feeling really crook" I yelled
as I opened the door.

"What did you say"? Mum mumbled.

"Mike needs an ambulance, he is feeling really crook, and I think that it
is genuine".

"Holy shit, I'll call right away," She yelled.

As mum rang the Ambulance, I slowly walked back to our room. I found Mike
lying there in the bed, panting really heavily (as opposed to breathing)
and as white as the Whitehouse.

"Mum's called, they'll be here shortly" I replied.

"Brad, I feel as though I'm going to die" Mike said.

"You are not going to die, because I ain't going to let you," I
practically yelled.

"Is this also why you were quiet today"? I stated more than asked.

Mike didn't reply, he just looked up and kept breathing heavily.

"Tell me what is wrong then," I asked.

"I feel kinda like I did before"

"What, when you were sick last year"

"Yes and no, this feels different however. I feel as though my body has
stopped functioning and is in the process of shutdown."

"I hope you'll be alright though"...it was at this point that my mum and
dad ran into our room.

"Son, are you going to be alright?" Dad asked.

"I think as long as that ambulance gets here very shortly, he will" I
replied for Mike.

And sure enough 10-minutes after placing the call for an ambulance, they
arrived and assessed Mike's condition. They simply stated that they would
like to take Mike in for some better observations and hold him there till
tomorrow morning.

As they wheeled Mike out of the bedroom on the bed, Dad said that he would
join Mike in going to the hospital immediately, and that we were to join
them there tomorrow morning. I desperately wanted to go with Mike and Dad,
but dad simply said:

"Mike will be fine, go back to bed and I'll see you in the morning".

As I stood there I thought 'I hope you are right'.

After kissing mum good night once again, I went back to my room and began
to sob lightly. 'What happens if he is not alright' I began to think as I
continued to cry and sob. Mike was my lover, protector and brother, and if
anything ever happened to him, I would never be able to live the happy
life again I thought.

As I continued to sob as I lay there in my bed, I heard a knock on the
door.

"Who's there?" I sobbed.

"It's Daniel, can I come in please," he asked.

"Sure, just shut the door behind you"

As Daniel entered, I sat up in the bed and tried to hide my teary eyes
from Daniel's eyes. His first comment proved that mission to be a failure.

"Have you been crying Brad?"

"How'd you know?" I asked.

"I could see it in your eyes, they're all blurry and red" He said, and as
he said this, a tear began drop from his eyes.

"I'm scared Brad, what happens if it is another relapse, and that this
time he isn't returning," Daniel sobbed.

"Hey...c'mon don't cry Dan...he'll be all right...remember we must think
positive. And I'll tell you, he'll be back fit again" I stated.

"I hope that you and I will be able to enjoy his company again," Daniel
said.

"I hope so too..." I replied and then I grabbed him and held him tightly
in a hug that bonded us for the years to come. He really melted into me as
I continued to hold him tightly. Nothing sexual ever crossed my mind as we
held each other, even though he and I were both only wearing silk boxers,
all we were worried about was being there for each other. That night
bonded us together, and the bond between us grew stronger and stronger as
the days and months progressed, but that is another story. That night we
fell asleep like that, and it wasn't the last time that it happened
either.


The following morning we drove up to the hospital. Mum allowed Daniel and
I to miss school that day to see Mike, but when we arrived we found that
Mike was heavily sedated, and that he wouldn't come-to until later in the
afternoon.

Dad also looked very tired when we arrived; actually I think he looked
worse than Mike. Mike was lying there in the hospital bed looking peaceful
and totally at ease, whilst dad was sitting in the visitors' chair with
big black bags under his eyes.

Dad told us that the doctors had done some strenuous tests on him, and had
taken samples of blood and tissue for analysis to check to see if it was
once again Leukaemia. They told him that we probably wouldn't be able to
take Mike home with us until at least the following day, but the doctors
were very sketchy with the details.

I was certainly hopeful that Mike didn't have Leukaemia again, as I was
sure Mum; Dad and Daniel hoped he didn't as well.

We stayed there for about " an hour before mum told dad to go home and
rest, and to take us home as well to do our homework and come back this
afternoon when hopefully Mike is awake and feeling better. I really didn't
want to go, as I wanted to be with Mike, but you know when mum says
something, it's no use arguing. So dad, Daniel and I piled into mum's Ford
Falcon and drove the fifteen minutes home in total peace.

It wasn't the best day for driving with it raining slightly and the roads
being very poor in places, and also with dad extremely tired from being up
all night, I was quite surprised that we made it home in one piece. We
quickly piled out of the car and went to our separate rooms. Dad went to
his for a rest, Daniel went and as we got to the door he said "I'm gonna
do some homework, so don't disturb me", and I just went to my room in
total peace.

I got to my room and just jumped on my bed and began to think about the
other day.

"Why is he so sick today, why was he Ok on Sunday" I began to whisper to
myself lightly over and over. "He was fine, why now, why ever" I began to
think. And as I thought this, I began to cry!

I turned around and put my head into my pillow so that no one could hear
my sobs as I began to really worry about Mike.

"Please god, make sure he returns to me all right, please, and if not
please take me as well" I whispered as my body began to shake with my
sobs. I really loved him more than my own life, and the only way to prove
it would be for me go be with him forever. We had to be Brother's Forever!
And that was all that I wanted.

I actually fell asleep like this and must have slept for quite some time;
because when I woke up I found that the sun was shining brightly into the
room and that my door had been opened slightly.

I looked up at my bedside clock and realised that it was 12pm. I also
found a note lying next to it and it read.

'Brad, I've just popped out for a little while as something needs to be
done at the office. Daniel is still home and as far as I know he is still
in his room. I'll be back around 2pm, and I'll see you then. Love Dad'.

'Oh well I'd better go see if Daniel wants anything for lunch' I thought
as I jumped out of my bed, looked at myself in the mirror to make sure
that I didn't look like a mess, and gradually made the short stroll to
Daniel's room.

I walked across the hall to Daniels' room and, without knocking, I just
opened the door and stood with my jaw opened wide as to what I saw inside
the room.

There was Daniel, spread on his bed with his head up slightly,
masturbating whilst looking at a straight porn magazine that was from our
room (We had some there so that if mum or dad ever found them, they would
think that Mike and I were not gay). And by the looks of it, he was
thoroughly enjoying himself!

And he obviously had not heard me open the door.

I stood there dumbfounded as he continued to stroke his penis, which to
the naked eye looked to be about 4 to 5' long, and actually quite small
compared to both Mike's and mine. I also noticed that he was just starting
to go through puberty, as a small patch of pubic hair was growing above
his penis, and his balls had also dropped compared to the last time I saw
them. I also noted that he looked absolutely gorgeous in that position as
well, and it was extremely hard to control my penis, which was growing
with every stroke he made on his own member.

But then I got this overwhelming guilt standing there as I watched Daniel
stroke his penis. It wasn't because I had caught him stroking his salami,
it was a guilt based on the fact that my one and only love was in
hospital, and if he is as bad as they portray he is, then the odds of this
happening between Mike and I again will dwindle by the days that he isn't
at home.

The other problem however was that I was transfixed to the spot, and I
couldn't move as my body seemed paralysed by the display in front of me.

I was lucky however that Daniel never moved or looked in the direction
where his door was, and the positioning of his bed relative to the door
gave me an excellent view of his penis and balls as they jumped up and
down with every up and downstroke of his penis.

It was also obvious to me at this point that he was near the point of no
return, and after about 30 seconds of realising this fact, his body went
completely stiff, his balls drew up closer to his penis, and his action
became more ragged. He arched his back and then I saw two spurts of thin
white liquid spurt out of the tip of his penis, and then more dribble out
the tip of his penis into his scarce pubic hair.

I then shut his door quickly before he realised that I had seen him, and
ran to my room, along the way stripping clothes off of my body one after
the other. I got to my room, locked the door, dropped my shorts and boxers
and as I didn't need any lube due to the amount of precum flowing out of
the tip, I jumped onto my bed and quickly started stroking my penis. It
didn't take me long (about 6 strokes) and I was sending ribbon upon ribbon
of thick white cum all over the place. I had only ever spurted that much
when Mike and I had engaged in acts together, and by this time I realised
that I also wanted to mess around with Daniel as much as I wanted to with
Mike.

I held my penis by the base as it slowly got flaccid and admired its
length myself. The last time Mike and I had measured our penises, mine
came out at just over 6' long. (Actually I had already known this fact,
because I was always measuring it, and I kept a diary of its growth as I
continued through puberty!!) However as I continued to admire my penis, my
thoughts began to wander to Daniel and his penis. I had seen his penis
through his younger years, and I swear that it was larger than mine before
puberty, but after seeing his in the last 10 minutes or so, I can
guarantee that mine was bigger than his at the same stage in my life that
he is in currently.

Obviously when a penis is flaccid, the length of it in that state doesn't
reflect its solid-state length, because although mine was quite small in
the flaccid state, its length in the limp state didn't reflect the size of
it in the erect state. That was also true for Mike, but I'm getting off
the subject in hand!!!

As I lay there after admiring my penis and the orgasm I had just had, my
thoughts began to wonder to Mike, but before I could get into any serious
thoughts, I heard this light knock on my door.

"Yes"

"It's Daniel"

"So"

"Can I come in please"?

"I guess so" and as I got up to open the door, I nearly forgot that I was
covered in spunk, and unless I wanted Daniel to see me like this, I
deduced that I'd better clean up.

"Hang on a minute will ya Dan," I yelled as I cleaned myself up and put on
my boxers and shorts. I opened the door and there was Daniel in a pair of
board shorts and no shirt. God he looked fucking gorgeous!

"Brad, ya wanna ride to the shop with me to get meat pie or something"

"Sure, get your bike and we'll ride there"

And that was what we did. Daniel and I rode our bikes down to the store
about 5 minutes away, dodging through traffic as we rode. We then went to
the park to eat and we rode back home just after 2:30 in the afternoon.

When we arrived home Dad was waiting for us in the lounge room and as we
walked in he informed us that we were going back to the hospital at about
3pm, but we also were going to visit the doctor who had been performing
the tests on Mike, and he was going to inform us of what they had found.
As Dad told us he seemed really nervous, and as he said this, my thoughts
began to wander back to Mike and how sick he really was.

We travelled to the hospital and when we arrived there, the Doctor
informed us that he had another patient before us and that we should come
and see him in his office at 4pm, which gave us about 30 minutes with
Mike.

To see Mike awake and happy was the best thing, but then I looked at the
machines he was hooked up to, and also noticed the morphine drip in his
arm made me worry about his health. But I didn't want to show any worry
around my parents, as I was sure this was hard enough for them.

4pm came too quickly for us as Mum, Dad Daniel and I proceeded to Dr D.
King's office. I noted to myself the irony of the D in front of his
surname, and as I racked through the connotations linked to that name
(Death, Donkey, Dick etc...) he called us into his office. And as I sat
down I noticed the amount of books and literature scripts on all sorts of
diseases in his office, but I also noticed Mike's folder on his desk, and
the amount of paperwork inside it told me that what he was about to say
was not good.

(The following is a brief transcript of what was said in his office, to
the best of my knowledge)

Dr: Thankyou for coming to see me and as you all know why you are here,
    early this morning we carried out some tests on Mike and also took
    blood and urine samples and I have received the results this
    afternoon. The results have shown symptoms of a rare flu virus in the
    system, but that is not the main cause as to why your son has felt
    like he has.

Mum & Dad: Well what is it Doc?

Dr: Your son has gone into relapsed, but that's not all. We found spores
    floating in his blood and even some also in his urine, which is very
    rare. We conducted MRI scans as well and found that spores have
    developed in the pancreas, which is a nearly untreatable area of the
    body.

Dad: So you're saying that he is untreatable.

Dr: No, I'm saying that treatment is possible, but the problem is that the
    spores have grown, and the chance of removal is unlikely. Otherwise
    any treatment is only a bandaid solution, and that this cancer will
    eventually defeat his immune system and...um, oh I don't know just how
    to put this...

Brad: You trying to say that he'll...d...d..die.

Dr: In normal terms, yes.

(Brad writing again)

All I remembered doing at this time was bawling my eyes out. Mike, my love
and protector was going to die, and there was nothing that I could do. I
was sitting next to mum and as I began to cry, she reached out and began
to hug me very tightly. I thought I had just lost everything. My heart and
my emotions were in an absolute tangle, and the tears were flowing freely
from all of us. As I looked over mum's shoulder, I saw Dad holding Daniel
very tightly, and the tears were flowing freely from my father's eyes as
much as they were from Daniel's. We were all in emotional shock, but we
eventually regained our composure to confront the doctor again.

Dad eventually asked the inevitable question:

"How long does Mike have to live"?

And then the doctor replied:

"I can't really put a timeframe on this, but I think with all of the data
in front of me, he could live for about another 4-6 months maximum.

"And what's the minimum time" Dad queried.

"About 1 month, if that"...

To be continued.
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So readers' that is chapter five of Brother's Forever. Reader interest
will make me continue this story, so please write to me, as it is the only
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Stay tuned, because chapter six is coming soon to a nifty site near you!

FuzzGod
(fuzzgod@hotmail.com)

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