Date: Sun, 24 Nov 2002 01:26:08 +1100
From: Fuzz a <fuzzgod@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brother's Forever - Chapter 6

Brother's Forever 6
By FuzzGod (fuzzgod@hotmail.com)
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This is chapter six of "Brothers Forever", and possibly the final chapter
of the series. 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:

I would personally like to thank everyone who has written to me over the
last few months in regard to the story Brother's Forever and I hope that
this chapter gives you the same vibes as it did me.

I would also like to give a special mention to my best friend Tom who has
been my inspiration when writing this story. Tom, you have given me an
insight to life that I would have never thought possible, and your many
philosophies and words of encouragement have helped me write this story.
Thankyou Tom for everything and I hope that we keep in contact with each
other for many more months to come.

And that goes for all of the readers, thankyou for your contributions and
I hope that you enjoy the final (?) instalment of Brother's Forever!
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Main characters met in story:

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 a more important character in Brad's life at
                    this point.
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Where we left Brad:

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"...
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Brother's Forever
Chapter 6 - Till death do us part!
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When I found out Mike had possibly only one more month to live I was
absolutely shattered. My life was crumbling right before my eyes, and Mike
was a part of that. He had been the back bone of my life since the first
day we engaged in those private sex acts that no-one else knew about, and
to know that I was probably never going to engage in those acts again with
him made me realise that I was losing someone very special.

But it wasn't just about sex; it was about more than that. To me Mike was
like the brother or father that every child dreams about; he was always
caring, loving, hardly ever fought and most of all he cared a great deal
about me. He actually cared not only for me, but also everyone that he
ever came in contact with. People who knew him also knew that he cared
about them, and he would never turn his back on them. That was my brother
through and through; a true gentleman for his age with a heart full of
gold.

Of course for the first week after the prognosis I couldn't bare seeing
anyone, nor talk to them about Mike and how he was doing. Basically for
the time he was in hospital I didn't attend school. My teachers and
friends never asked why I wasn't at school, because they knew as well as I
knew that my brother was on death row, and it was killing me on the inside
to see him the way that he was.

Although he could communicate with us openly, the cancer was sapping all
of the energy from his body, and often when we went to visit him, he would
sit up and talk for about 20 minutes and then would have to lie down and
rest for the remainder of the time.

One day I actually went up to the hospital to visit him personally before
our usual afternoon visit as a family. The minute I walked into the room
his face lit up like a Christmas tree and I could tell from his expression
that he was extremely happy to see me.

I greeted him with the usual hello and kiss on the lips and then I sat
down in the chair and began to talk to him. Although he was sapped for
energy, he managed to chat with me for nearly the whole time. It was then
at this point that I decided that all I wanted was to be here next to him,
in any way possible.

"Mike" I interrupted, "I want to be here next to you and I don't want you
to die without someone with you".

"Sometimes I think about why I ain't here with you, dying like you are.
I'll never be able to face the days without you by my side, in the same
bed next to me, kissing, fondling and making sweet love. I want to go with
you Mike"

Mike lay there divulging all of what I'd just said. He had a very blank
look on his face and obviously wanted to say something, but words weren't
coming out of his mouth.

And then out of the blue, Mike spoke.

"Brad, if there was anything that I ever wanted, it would be to have you
with me forever, but currently it is never going to happen. We all are put
on this earth for a reason, and maybe ours was to be together, but you
being here with me on death's door is not the answer. I wish I never had
this fucking disease in the first place, and I would have liked to have
been here to see you marry, have kids and live till you were 80 or so."

"Brad, please do not do anything stupid. I want you to live your life to
the fullest, make someone happy for me and make others proud of you. You
deserve everything good that you get in your life, and most of all when I
die, never ever forget me ever."

"And I never will" I whispered, and then we hugged and kissed. Mike's
words were so sweet that I began to sob into his gown that the hospitals
make their patients wear. Mike I think was also crying, but I couldn't
tell because my sobs were taking over my body. To be in this position with
him was wonderful, and I'll be honest and say that I never wanted to
leave. Mike however told me that I'd better get home before 3pm or
otherwise I'd be in serious trouble from dad, so one last kiss goodbye and
I began the slow ride home, all the time thinking about him and how much
longer he had to live?


Mike had got through one month and the doctors decided that he was well
enough to be at home with the rest of the family. Because of the
progressive treatment that the doctors had been giving him, the doctors
said that it had slowed down the cancer, but they still said that it would
eventually kill him, something that they said we'd have to face in the
not-too-distant future.

It was great to have Mike home over Christmas, but another problem arose
within the family, but not as serious as Mike's disease.

Mum and Dad decided it would be best for Mike to sleep in Daniel's room,
and Daniel move into my room for the time that Mike was at home. I,
naturally, objected to Mike and I being split up from each other, and for
the first time in our lives, Mum and Dad did not pursue the idea any
further, saying that it would help Mike if I was closer to him.

On the first night however we had Daniel in our room. He wasn't in a very
happy mood and because of Mike's caring innerself; he said that Daniel
could spend the night with both of us in our room. Daniel looked relieved
when he said that but when Mike told him that he would have to spend the
night on the floor, Daniel was obviously not happy with the outcome.

We all hit the sack after midnight, as it was now the school holidays and
just four days until Christmas. However Mike and I had already talked
about things and precisely after Daniel began to snore lightly, I crept
out of my bed and snuck under the covers in Mike's bed. Mike was on his
side, not asleep and naked as the day he was born.

I snuck in behind him and as I got in, Mike turned around and began to hug
me very tightly.

"Is Daniel asleep" Mike asked.

"I think so, he began snoring lightly about 5 minutes ago"

"God, I missed you so much Brad"

"Same here, Mike"

And then we began to kiss passionately. Mike and I fought within each
other's mouths as our tongues explored. God it was good to have him home,
if only for a short while!

"Brad, I haven't been able to cum since I went into hospital, make me cum
will you, please, one last time"

"Sure Mike, so long as you help me out as well"

"I will, providing I have enough energy of course"

"Ok then"

And I then began to stroke Mike's 7' penis slowly and tenderly. I had
already shacked off my boxers and Mike was beginning a slow rhythm on my
penis as well. We were both matching each other stroke for stroke and we
were also spreading the precum that was flowing freely out of our piss-
slits as we continued our up and down stroking.

I looked over the bed to check if Daniel was still asleep, but I couldn't
see his face, as he had turned over and was facing away from us. If he had
of been looking, he would have seen both of us stroking each other like
dutiful brother's.

After checking on Daniel, I retuned my focus to Mike's stroking which was
bringing me closer and closer to the point of no return. My rhythm was
pretty constant on Mike's penis and as I continued to stroke, Mike quickly
whispered, "Are you close, Brad".

"Yes I am, you"?

"Yes, lets cum together, like the first time".

And that was precisely what we did. I continued my stroking on Mike's
penis and sure enough, after about 6 strokes, Mike's penis expanded in my
hand and began to squirt out gallon upon gallon of cum on his chest, face,
even some in his hair. You could tell that he hadn't cum for a month,
because the amount was copious. Feeling his penis expand in my hand
combined with Mike's gentle stroking set me off, and I released rope after
rope of white sperm all over my chest and Mike's arm. Five generous
squirts later and I was fully spent and completely exhausted. I didn't
know how Mike felt, but after looking over and seeing him asleep made me
realise that his energy levels were not the same as they use to be.

I grabbed my shirt off of the floor and wiped up both Mike's cum and mine
from each other's bodies, and then I kissed Mike on the lips and crawled
slowly to my bed. As I tipped-towed around Daniel, I noticed that he was
on his back and by the look of it he had an erection, as a part of his
blanket was slightly higher than the rest of his body. I wonder if he saw
us, but I was so tired that even thinking about the consequences of him
seeing us skipped my mind as I fell into a deep sleep. The answer of if he
saw us was answered after Mike passed away, but that is another story.


Christmas came and as a special gift, Mike bought me a gold neck chain
with a pendant that looked like two couples kissing. Mike had to get one
of the nurses at the hospital to purchase it, as he knew that Mum or Dad
wouldn't have. I then looked on the back and noticed a little inscription
on it, and it read:

"Mike & Brad - Brother's FOREVER"

Naturally when I saw it my heart began thumping and my emotions were hard
to keep in check. I managed to hold my emotions in front of the whole of
the family, and when Mike and I went to get changed in our room, I jumped
into his arms and kissed him very passionately; constantly thanking him
for the present and apologising that I didn't get him anything like it. He
assured me that is was a special gift for me and that nothing could be
more valued to him that my love.

He then asked me to give him the chain. He then proceeded to unlock the
chain and put it around my neck, all the while rubbing his body up against
mine. After he got the chain on, I looped him around and began to kiss him
on the lips.

I then told him to sit down on the bed, and as he complied with my
instructions I grabbed his shorts by the elastic waistband and pulled them
and his boxers down to his ankles.

"Mike, this is my payback for the lovely gift you gave me"

And then I sank to my knees and performed one of my best Blowjobs ever;
giving Mike the most pleasure he has ever had in his life. It all happened
too quickly however as Mike's dick began to expand in my mouth and then
release his jism in strong blasts that I were sure would choke me.

My mouth was full of his cum still when I got up and gave him a kiss, and
as we kissed, Mike took half of the cum that was in my mouth and left me
the rest. He continually thanked me for the blowjob I'd just given him,
saying it was the best he's ever had, and as he continually spoke, it made
me forget his impending death - even if only for one day!


My parents decided to have Christmas dinner at home, just with the five of
us. It was a pretty happy occasion for all of us, and to have Mike there
by my side, even though he couldn't eat much due to his illness, made the
day all the more complete.

Mike also survived through the New Year as well, and as a special treat
Mum and Dad took us to the fireworks display on Sydney Harbour for New
Year's Eve. We celebrated the New Year up in Sydney as a family, and that
was the last celebration we had as a complete family with Mike there.

It was a week after this time that Mike began to get worse and the doctors
told us that he would have to go back into hospital, as he needed constant
care. But in amongst the bad news, another good news story came out of all
of Mike's problems and it involved my parents.

My mum had been sick for a little while after Christmas and after visiting
the doctor one day, she found out that she was pregnant with another
child. My parents were a little sceptical about having another child with
Mike's impending death, but after a little while they became happy and
began to bask in the fact that they were going to have another child. It
was good to see my parents so happy, but also very depressing that Mike
was only weeks away from deaths door.


Approximately three weeks after Mike was readmitted to hospital, the
doctors informed us that Mike had a couple of days to live. They made this
prognosis after they noticed that the cancer was attacking his body
vigorously, and had apparently spread further. The doctor then told us
that if Mike wanted to say anything to the family, he would have to do it
within the next 24 hrs.

The doctors relayed this piece of information to Mike and he said that he
wanted to speak to all of the family individually. I was the last person
he spoke to. As each member of the family entered and left the room I
noted the looks on their faces. Daniel went first and when he came out, he
was a bundle of tears. As Mum and Dad entered, I comforted Daniel to show
him that I was there for him, and as Mum and Dad came out of the room, I
knew that it was my turn to see my brother for probably the last time.

As I entered the room I noticed that Mike had been crying. As I got closer
to him he reached out with his hands and pulled me in for one last hug.
Sometimes I would wish that time would stand still, and this very moment
was one of them. We must have hugged and cried into each other's arms for
about five minutes, saying over and over to each other "Don't go, please"
and other things.

Mike released me, held my hand tightly and then began to talk, and I will
never forget the pieces of advice that he gave me:

"Brad, all I want you to do is take good care of Mum, Dad, Daniel and the
newborn like I did for you. Show Daniel what's good and bad and always
remember that I love you more than anyone in the world. You're going to be
the big brother now, don't ever forget me and I'm sorry that I wasn't a
better bigger brother for you".

When he said this I saw the tears filling his eyes again as they were
leaving mine, I grabbed him again in another hug and hugged him real close
for probably the last time.

I then let go and said to him "I'll never forget you for as long as I live
and I promise you that I will do what you always wanted to do before you
died. I will never forget you, never and I promise that whenever it is
your birthday, I'll celebrate it for you. You will never be forgotten my
one and only love", and with that I pressed my lips to his and gave him a
good-bye kiss.

I just wished it could have lasted for longer but the doctors wanted to
give him a couple of painkillers to ease some of the pain, so I kept it
short and sweet. I could tell he didn't want it to end as well but it had
to.

As I left I realised at that point that I wanted to be with Mike, whether
sick or not, as he went through the final hours of his illness. After
arguing the point with my parents they gave me their permission to stay
with Mike, so long as the hospital agreed. After convincing the nurse that
I wanted to stay with Mike, I stayed with him whilst he slept. We were
told that he only had a day or so to live and I wanted more than anyone to
be at his bedside when it happened.

He slipped into a coma late into the evening and the nurses informed me
that this was the final stage of his life. They also told me that if I
wanted to leave just call them.

I swiftly told the nurse that I was not going to leave and no-body was
going to remove me from my last moments with Mike, and all she said to
that was "You'll know when he's about to die because he'll shift around
suddenly, then he'll calm down and then about 5-10 minutes after the
initial sudden movement his grip on anything will loosen and then he will
die without too much pain. If you want to, just call us when this begins".

"OK" was my soft, sob-filled response.


Eventually Mike woke up in terrible pain just after 3am the following
morning and he grasped my hand really tightly. I called mum and dad to
tell them to get down here ASAP but I knew minutes were all he had left.

I called the nurse and she said that I could either stay here or leave. I
told her:

"I would like to stay here next to him".

She nodded her head and gave me a light peck and said "you are a very
brave little man" and then she left.

I stayed with him for the amount of time hoping that mum and dad would get
there before he passed away, but they didn't make it in time. He slipped
away a couple of minutes before they arrived and I was still holding his
hand as he passed away. I knew he had died because his grip loosened and
then I heard this loud beeeeep... it was the machine telling me that his
heart had stopped.

I remember getting up, giving him a peck on the cheek and then wrapping my
arms around him and crying my guts out. I was still holding him as the
nurse came in and said that Mum and Dad were there. I let go of his body
but still held his hand and said "I'll never forget you my love", gave him
one last kiss and very slowly left the room.

My parents and Daniel could see that I had been in tears and as I slowly
came towards them, my parents both reached out there arms and hugged me
tightly as we all cried together, arm in arm. They said to me how brave I
was for staying with him and it was nothing more than what he wanted. I
knew that very well, but they didn't know the depth of our relationship.

Getting home after all that, I lay in bed looking over to the corner of
our room where we once slept together and began to silently weep thinking
about it. He was my brother, my protector and my love, and I knew nothing
could take that away from me. Mike would still be here however in spirit,
and I had the gold chain to remind me of him. But nothing would ever
replace him.

But the hardest thing to attend was the funeral. All of Mike's friends,
our extended family and friends all attended and as they read out the
names of the family members, that was when it really struck me.

'Mike's not coming back'

And the rest of the funeral became a real blur. After the funeral
finished, a majority of Mike's friends came up and consoled me and gave
their deepest regrets as to what had happened, and that helped me in the
long run. All of them basically said that if I ever wanted any help, that
I was to go and see them and they would try to help.

I thought however that the only way to ever get over Mike's death was to
use my family only. However I found that extremely difficult and when I
went to visit some of his friends, they helped me in ways that only one
can dream of. We basically cried trying to get over it and then we
reminisced about the good days. Most of his friends became friends of mine
and to this very day I still visit them and we still reminisce about the
good days with Mike.

*****

As I was cleaning up my room two month's after Mike's death I began to go
through his personal belongings and I stumbled upon a little folded up
piece of paper put away under several items in his desk. The front of it
said "Private" and as I began to open it I noticed some of the writing was
poetry. Mike was pretty good at writing poetry and this is what the letter
said.

To my dearest Bradley

When you find this I probably will have passed away. I know that is hard
to fathom but unfortunately that is reality. You are probably wondering
why I am writing this, but I really want to give you a message of hope, of
inspiration, and one that shows my love and affection for you. Although
this letter is the last of our correspondence from each other, it will
never ever stop our never-ending love for each other.

I heard this in a song that was written some time back. I tried to re-
write as a piece of poetry as best as I could to suit the moment, but some
bits aren't as good as others. Please read the piece of writing below and
keep your opinions open-minded?


It's not time to make a change,
Just relax and take it easy,
You're still young, that a fault
There's so much you'll have to go through.
Find a girl, settle down
If you want you'll look at marriage
Look at me
I am older, but was happy.

I was once like you are now,
And I know that it's not easy
To be calm,
When you found something going on.
Take your time to think a lot,
Think of everything you've got,
For you will still be here tomorrow
But your dreams may not.

All the times that I've cried,
Keeping all the things I knew inside.
And it's hard,
But it's harder to ignore it.
You feel what's right, and I'll agree
Because it's you you know not me now
And I'll say that I know,
But I'll have to go someday.

I know I had to go!

Hope you loved it.
I'll love you forever Bradley.
Michael Gooding.

(PS: Love will find a way and it won't take long, I guarantee!!)

Tears filled my eyes after reading that. Mike had a way with words that
could bring out the emotions in anyone, and this poem summed it all up.

As I was quietly sobbing on my bed, the door opened and Daniel walked in.
I tried to clean myself up as much as possible, but Daniel noticed my
predicament.

"What are you crying over now Brad, and what's that in your hand" Daniel
quipped.

"I found this in Mike's draw and when I read it, I noticed that it was for
me, and that it was intended for me after Mike's death".

"Can I have a look please?" Daniel asked.

"I can't see no harm," I said and handed the piece of paper to him.

Daniel read it and after about one minute he began to cry very lightly.

"This is the most beautiful piece of writing I've ever read, it's simply
wonderful" he sobbed through tears.

I went over to him and began to hug him very tightly. I had never really
spent much time with Daniel since Mike's death. Sure we'd hung out
together, but we had never really come to terms with Mike's death together
as brothers, and now was the time that it was happening.

As we hugged, we talked to each other about the good times with Mike, and
also some of the bad ones. A few of the issues bought out emotions in
Daniel that I had never seen before, and he started to drift off in what
he was saying and almost broke down in tears. I knew it was hard for him,
as he really loved Mike like I did. And as he cried slowly, I grabbed him
in a big-brother hug, picked him up and told him that I was there for him
and whatever he wanted, I was sure I could give him as best as I could. As
I was hugging him I could feel him calm down as he wasn't sobbing as much,
and he seemed to be comfortable in my grip.

But something else was also happening, as Daniel was holding me I could
feel his hand moving down my back slowly, reach my butt and stop. I never
really gave it much thought until the time that I looked into his eyes and
noticed something I'd never seen before in them. As I continued to stare
blindly into his eyes I was hypnotised by the look he was giving me, and
as I knew what it was I was powerless to stop it.

The next thing I knew Daniel's head was moving in and as I started to
regain my thoughts, Daniel's lips pressed against mine and all worry and
fear was lost in the passion of my younger brother kissing me. Once again
I lost my thoughts and began to press back, giving in to the seductive
youngster, and opening new doors for us all.

Daniel's lips separated from mine and when he let go I gave him a look of
love and passion. This might have been what I wanted (the love from my
brother), but I was worried that it was happening too quickly. Whatever I
was thinking at the time however didn't let me stop my hormones from
taking over and pushing this little episode further and further.

I put him down on his own feet, and once I did, he moved back in and
kissed me once again on the lips. My hormones were racing through my body
and I could feel his penis as it rubbed up against mine, even though they
were safely confined inside our shorts. He then broke the kiss and looked
up into my eyes:

"Brad are you OK with this, I've really wanted this for a little while
now" Daniel pipped suddenly.

"I'm OK with this, but don't you like that girl from your year I've seen
here a few times. You know Kristine, the beaut blonde". I pipped back.

"Yeah I still like her, and I'll say that she gives excellent head too!"

"No shit, she's given you a blowjob"

"Yeah, and in return I licked her pussy"

"Fuck it must have been good"

"But not as good as this"

And then he moved in again and began to kiss me with a lot more passion
and intensity. It was obvious to me that he'd had some practice at kissing
before because he could kiss extremely well. But it was obvious to me that
he wanted other things.

As we were kissing I worked my hands onto his shirt and we managed to stop
for a few seconds to remove our shirts from our bodies. After they were
removed we began kissing again and I could feel his hand at the top of my
shorts, slowly pulling them down to my ankles. His hand then found what it
was looking for and he then removed my boxers and began to stroke it with
a lot of vigour.

"Oooooooohhhhh Daniel, that feel soooo good" I cooed.

As he continued to stroke my penis, I managed to remove his shorts and
boxers in one movement and start stroking his 4.5' penis. His penis was a
perfect fit for him and was leaking an ample supply of precum.

"Oh Brad, that's wonderful, keep going, I'm nearly there" Daniel cooed.

"Daniel, I'll lie down and I want you to get on top of me, just like Mike
and I first did it, OK"

"You and Mike did this!" Daniel asked.

"I'll tell you more later, lets finish off"

And that was exactly what we did. Having Daniel on top of me, us
masturbating together and just about to shoot was like a gift from Mike. A
heavenly present from above!

"Brad, you there"

"Yeah, lets shoot together OK"

"Now then"

And all I saw next was both our cocks pumping out shot upon shot of thin
sperm all over my body. Daniel shot three good squirts of sperm, I shot
about four, and it was all over my chest and lower stomach. This was
definitely a dream!

Daniel then moved to my side and began to kiss me lightly, and then he
whispered the words,

"I love you Brad".

"I love you too Daniel" I replied as I kept hold of him. The next thing I
knew however was that he was asleep in my arms, snoring lightly.

I took one quick look at him, gave him a quick peck on the cheeks, and
then I looked up at the ceiling.

"Thankyou Mike, we will always be BROTHER'S FOREVER"

The End
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So readers' that is the end of the story, but you might be able to
persuade me to write another chapter. Write to me if you want me to
continue, although I think this is an appropriate spot to end the story!

Please also write to me, as it is the only award a writer receives. Like
the story or not, I want to hear from you. (Note: please put title of
story in subject line, thankyou). I am floating the idea currently of a
couple of new stories in the not-too-distant future. If you want to know
more, please write to me as well.

Thankyou for reading and please get in contact with me.

FuzzGod
(fuzzgod@hotmail.com)

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(PS: The song that I got the so-called poetry from is a song called
"Father & Son" by Boyzone. I re-worded parts of it to fit it in with the
story.)