Date: Sun, 27 Nov 2005 15:28:30 +0000
From: system@ipl.demon.co.uk
Subject: Half Brothers part 1

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Half Brothers
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A hand touched my arm and a voice said, "who're you looking at Rob?  That
guy at the bar?"  It was my mate Neil who had spotted my distraction from
the conversation that had been central only moments before.

"Nobody, I was just daydreaming."

"He looks a bit like you."

"Who?"

"The guy at the bar that you were watching.  Come on, your eyes were out on
stalks!"

I blushed what felt like the same red as a post box and acknowledged
quietly that I had been watching him.

"Go and say hello to him then," added Neil, not wanting to let me get away
with being single all my life.  "He might fancy you or be a long-lost
relation!" he added.

I'd known since I was a teenager that I was gay.  It wasn't something I'd
ever admitted - either to myself or to anybody else - until I was in my
early 30s and had been buying gay porn for well over five years.  I'd buy
it, wank over it, be ridden with guilt and then throw it all away.  Then
I'd get the pangs of remorse for having spent money on magazines that I'd
read a few times then thrown away.  My head was screwed!

Then, in my early 30s, I'd admitted to myself that there was something not
right with this "I can be straight but get off on gay mags" situation.  I
think it was this, plus the support of a few friends, that made me finally
decide to come out - first to myself and then to an increasing number of
friends and, importantly, my sister and her partner.

I'd also know for a while that I had a half brother somewhere.  I wasn't
sure where, nor what his name was.  I just knew he was there since I'd been
told he existed and felt that somewhere there was someone else that I
didn't know who was related to me.

Shortly after coming out, I moved back to my home town and started to
explore the gay scene around there.  I'm anything but a scene bunny - the
twinks in your average gay pub aren't much interested in 30something
average guys with average looks and little experience!  I prefer going to
the pub with a few friends, having an evening of pleasant socializing and
then go home - often alone - and reflect that we'd had a good night.  One
night though, we'd decided that hitting the local scene might be fun for a
change.  So, that's what we did.

About half way through the evening, I spotted a guy walking through the
door who seemed a little out of his comfort zone but who also looked
slightly familiar to me.  He was a few years older than me (five as it
turned out), but had similar build and similar height to me.  As I watched
him come in, move to the bar and order his drink, he was watching everybody
around him and looked as though he really wanted the ground to open up and
swallow him so that he could hide from something that was clearly troubling
him.  As I watched him, I thought, "that's me not so long ago.  He's
finding himself".  I decided to make myself known and offer a welcoming
gesture to him in the hope that he'd feel a little more included.

So, all this had moved to the point where Neil had seen me watching this
guy and daydreaming about how I could get him into bed and do all sorts of
delicious and naughty things with him.  Knowing my luck though, the guy
would be here looking for some of his gay mates and he'd be straight as
anything.

Since I'd been rumbled, I got up and went to the toilet.  When I came out,
I looked to the bar to see if the stranger was still there.  Inevitably, he
was gone.  Oh well, plenty more strangers where he came from, I thought to
myself, and headed back to the corner that my mates and I had been
occupying.  Lo and behold, the stranger was with my mates and looked more
embarrassed than I had been when I'd been rumbled.

"Here he is," said Neil as I approached the group.  "He didn't want to come
over and ask you himself."

I extended a hand in greeting and said, "hi, I'm..."

"Rob," the stranger said at the same time as me.  "I know.  Your mates told
me."

I blushed again.

"I'm Peter, or Pete," the stranger said.

"Hi Peter."

"They think we look alike," Peter added.  "I'm not sure I see it."

"Me neither, but it keeps them guessing."

We both laughed and then seemed to drop into a very easy conversation,
laughing at times, serious at others but overall getting on like the
proverbial house-on-fire.

As we talked, the other guys in the group drifted off one-by-one until it
was closing time and only a couple of us, plus Peter, were left.  I'd been
enticed to have a drink so couldn't drive home and was going to get a taxi.
Upon hearing this, Peter immediately invited me to stay over at his place
and give me a lift back to pick my car up tomorrow.  I agreed (perhaps a
little too easily) and the deal was made.

On the walk back to Peter's house, we carried on chatting and seemed like
we'd known each other for years.  We'd both been brought up by our mothers,
Peter after his parents had got divorced after she'd had an affair and me
after my Dad had passed away.  He had a brother whereas I had a sister.
Both of our mothers had passed away now and, as I'd thought when he walked
in, he was only just coming to terms with his sexuality having been married
and then having had an affair himself with another guy.  He was experienced
with sex with men and women, but had really only just decided that he was
gay rather than bi.  His ex-wife gave him a hard time over it all (as he
kind of expected she would) so he'd moved from Swindon back up to the north
west to be back in his home town and lick his wounds while he came to terms
with everything that had turned upside down in his world.

"I moved from Swindon too," I said.  "Maybe that's where we've seen each
other before?"

"Maybe," Peter said, totally unconvinced.

By this time, we'd arrived back at Peter's and he let us in.  The terraced
house looked unassuming from the outside but was big on the inside.  It was
toasty warm as Peter poured us both a glass of malt as a night cap and we
both sat down.

"You can sleep in the spare room if you like, or you can sleep with me and
save making the spare up?"  He'd made the offer.

"Seems silly to make up the spare if you've got space in yours.  We're both
guys so there's nothing we haven't seen before," or felt before I thought.
Peter blushed bright red again and I tried to put him at ease.  "I can
sleep on the sofa if it's easier, just find me a duvet?"

"No, no," he flustered, "with me is fine.  I've just not found it so easy
to invite a guy into bed with me before."

"That doesn't make either of us easy, you know?"

"I know.  I'm sorry, it was probably a poor choice of words."

Peter was clearly one who thought about his words before speaking.  A very
careful, thoughtful and measured person.  Someone who would think about the
exact word he needed and would only commit himself to a phrase once he was
sure that was what he meant.  I knew the type instinctively - it was me all
over again!  Opposites may attract in physics but Peter and I were so
attracted to each other that we didn't see that we were so very, very alike
in every way.

"The choice was fine, really," I said as I took his glass from him and put
them both on the table.  I watched him carefully as he flicked over the
next moves in his mind, eliminating each or putting them on the 'maybe'
pile.  It was like he was trying to work out what I was going to do and
what was expected of him at the same time.  Before either of us knew what
was happening, Peter had moved forward and planted his lips on mine.
Immediately he realized what he'd done, he recoiled in shock and stood up,
pacing the room muttering that he was sorry and he didn't know what had
come over him and would I forgive him.  I stood up and placed my arms on
his shoulders from behind to stop him jumping away from me and also to let
me massage his shoulders as I told him there was nothing to apologise for.
I'd been going to try kissing him but he'd taken the decision for me.

"Really?" he asked.

"Really."

I turned Peter round and drew him towards me, slipping my arms around him
and bringing our lips together.  We were the perfect match in height so our
lips came together gracefully and engaged each other in a kiss of such
power we were both bowled over.  It was maybe only a few minutes but that
kiss told us both of the yearning, the power and the fragility of each
other, the attraction that we felt and the fear that we might come
together, the fear that the other would leave and the need that each of us
had for the other at that moment.

I'd learned at one point in my teenage years about a thing termed "The
Zipless Fuck".  The book, one of my mother's that she thought my sister and
I wouldn't find, described it as a beautiful and sensous thing, not because
of the lack of zips in the clothes that the two people wore but rather
because clothing seemed to disappear in such a situation and the two people
were naked or nearly so without knowing of the need to remove it.  That was
how Peter and I found ourselves on the bed together.  We were both in
speedos (a fetish of mine) and we were caressing each others' body and
kissing like a pair of lusty teenagers.  his tongue played with mine like
it was made to do it and my hands played with his nipples (another of my
fetishes) like they were made to be played with by me.  It was perfect.  I
was home and so was he.

"This feels so comfortable and warm," Peter murmered as we continued to
make out on top of his duvet.

"I know what you mean.  It feels the same here too."

I slid down and mouthed his cock through the very tight material of his
speedos.

"There's not much space in here," I said, breathless at his display of
manhood.  He answered this by thrusting his hips towards me and making my
mouth open even wider to deal with his monster of a cock.  I slid down
slightly and lapped at his balls through the nylon fabric, then at the
divide between his legs and then at his arse.  Each progression drew an
even bigger sigh of pleasure from Peter.  He'd known sex with a guy and
with girls but it seemed that nobody had told him what pleasure a mouth
could give him.  I slid back up his body, licking and kissing his abs,
chest and neck along the way until we were kissing again while I slid off
his speedos.  His cock felt even bigger between us.

"Will you fuck me?" he asked.

"If you'll do me after you'd recovered?"

"Oh, yes, yes" he shuddered.

I reached over to the bedside and picked up a condom and some lube.  I
passed both to him and he frantically opened the condom, realizing after
he'd done it that I still had my speedos on.  He seemed for a moment to be
disorientated, until I hoked the front of my trunks under my balls and
released my stiffness to him.  The condom was rolled down my cock and he
asked, "how do you want me?"

"What's easiest for you?"

"Doggie style, I think."

"Doggie it is then."

Peter rolled onto his front and then drew himself up to his knees.  I
applied a generous amount of lube to my cock and also to his arse and slid
in, a fraction at a time, until he was comfortable with my progress.

"I feel like I've got a log inside me," he said, breathlessly.

"Is that good?"

"Oh, yessss," he sighed as I began to thrust in and out of him, slowly and
gently so that he could become acclimatized to my length and girth.  (It's
a strange thing but until I was circumcised I felt that my cock was average
at best.  After being cut, my cock seemed to grow another inch in length
and grow significantly round the head and round the shaft.  It was like I'd
been restrained but now was able to fulfil my full length and girth."

Before long, I was pistoning in and out of Peter's arse like an oiled
machine.  Sliding out then back in again to the hilt with Peter gasping in
pleasure all the time.  I felt my balls contracting and gasped, "I'm gonna
shoot".

"Shoot," he gasped, "go on, shoot inside me!"

"Ah.., ah.., ah..., ooooooh," as I filled the condom with spunk and Peter,
at the same time, coated the duvet in his own spunk.

I slid out of him, breathless yet utterly fulfilled, and collapsed on the
bed next to him.

"That was fantastic," I said once I'd recovered my breath and was able to
articulate the words again.

"You're telling me!  I thought I was going to shoot my brains out!"

We wiped each other down and then slid under the duvet, drawn to each other
like moths to a flame.  We kissed each other gently yet passionately until
we rolled into a spoon-position and fell asleep.

The following morning, the sun came gently through the curtains and roused
us from sleep around 11:30.  Peter put on a pair of trackie bottoms and a
shirt and threw a pair at me too and invited me down to a cup of tea and
said he'd get breakfast started.  A sucker for a man in trackies as well as
speedos, I hurredly put on the clothes and followed him downstairs and into
the kitchen.  The kettle was already on and the bacon was sizzling nicely
in the pan.  I stood behind him and kissed his neck as he stood at the
stove.

"Morning," I said again to him.

"Careful," he said, "I don't want bacon all over me!"

As the kettle boiled, I moved away from him and made the tea.  I reached up
automatically to the cupboard and took out two mugs.  How did I know that
would be where the mugs were?  Well, that would be where I'd put them.

"You take sugar?" I asked.

"No."

"Sweet enough already," we chimed together.

"We are alike," I said, "we just didn't see it last night."

"I know."

I poured the tea while Peter put some mushrooms in with the bacon and
started heating another pan up for some eggs.

"Bacon, egg and mushroom?" he asked.

"Great!"

In no time, we were sat in the morning room and tucking into our breakfast,
albeit at lunchtime!  "Great food," I said.  "My complements to the chef."

"I'm sure he'll accept them gracefully, though his arse is still a little
sore," came the reply.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, but you are rather well hung."

I extended my hand across the table and caressed his cheek.  "I'm sorry."

"I'm not.  It was fantastic!  I just need to stretch a bit for you!"

I blushed again.  This was too easy for him!  I'd say something, he'd
respond and I'd blush.  As I was thinking this, there was a knock at the
front door.  Peter looked up at the clock and paniced as he said, "Oh god,
that's my brother.  I was meant to go and watch him play football this
morning."

The knock on the door came again, more insistent.

Peter rose and dashed to the door.  When he opened it, his brother walked
in while asking, "What happened to you?  I thought you were coming to the
game this morning?"

"Something came up..."

"What?  Did you get lucky last night?"

Peter blushed and didn't say a word.

"You did, didn't you?" came the softer voiced retort.  "Is he still here?
I'd like to meet the guy who tamed my brother!"

I rose from my chair and walked out into the hall.

"I'm Rob," I said, extending my hand to Peter's waiting brother.

"Drew," came the response as Peter's brother too my hand and shook it.  "I
was christened Andrew, but I prefer Drew."

"Pleased to meet you Drew."

"Ok, that's happy families over with," Peter interrupted.  "Let's finish
breakfast.  There's fresh tea in the pot Drew.  Help yourself."

Peter and I returned to the table, to be joined a moment or two later by
Drew with his tea.  I hadn't really noticed until now that Drew was still
in his footie kit but was fairly clean.

"Didn't you play today?"

"No," Drew said, "I was on the touchline waiting to go in as the sub but
never got called on.  I ended up going back to the changing room and
getting my kit bag a few minutes before the end and then coming up here
when I hadn't seen Peter anywhere at the game."

"He plays for the local gay team," Peter added, without really being asked.

"So you're gay Drew?"

"Yep, just disappointed that it took my dim-witted brother so long to come
out considering he'd known that I was gay since I was in my mid-teens and
I'd always guessed that he was gay too."

"It takes time..." I said.

Peter was siding the table and throwing dishes into the dishwasher by this
stage and scowlled at his brother for making light of the fact that Peter
wasn't having and easy time coming to terms with his sexuality.  The
comments weren't meant to hurt or complain though, that was clear.  They
hid great affection and, I was sure, some attraction from Drew towards
Peter and the response seemed to return this in no small order!

We all retired to the lounge which seemed different in daylight to how it
had last night.  I made a bee-line for the CD collection, always interested
and intrigued at other peoples' choice of CDs, records, videos, books and
such like.  The collection seemed to be diverse and eclectic.  Jazz and
dance bands, easy listening and rock, classical organ and shows/musicals.
In other words, very similar to my own!  I stopped abruptly when I saw one
CD spine with a hand-written label, "Dad, organ".

"Your Dad played the organ?"

"Peter's did, mine didn't," said Drew.  "We're only half brothers - same
mother but different Dads."

"Where?"

"Oh, all over the place from what we've been told.  Neither of us knew him
of course since the divorce happened before I knew what was happening,"
Peter joined in.  "That was one recording that was made at some point, not
sure when.  Throw it over and I'll put it on."

I did as I was asked and knew the music and the playing immediately it
started.  I was shocked and stunned and unable to move.  When I got control
again, I flustered that I was sorry and shouldn't have come and got up to
get dressed and get out of there as soon as I could.  Drew blocked the door
and I was panicing, striking out at him as he tried to gain control of my
arms and overcome whatever had demons had taken control of me.  Finally,
he'd had enough and slapped me across the face.  I stopped and took a step
away from him.

I tried to move away as he came towards me with his arms outstretched but
Peter was behind him and the two of them took control and guided me to the
sofa.  I was thrust down and I didn't object.  Peter had switched off the
CD and, as he and Peter sat down with their arms around me, Drew asked,
"What's wrong?"

"I know the player of that music.  He was my Dad."

"Wha..?"

"We're half brothers Peter.  That's why I knew you as you came in last
night, that's why we're so similar, that's why we have such similar views
and tastes.  Your Dad and mine are the same man."  I collapsed into tears
as Peter drew me to him.  "Fuck me..." he said as he too started to cry.

"I think you already have!" chimed in Drew with a chuckle.  "Three half
brothers, all three gay and all three attracted to the others.  Who'd have
thought it!" he chuckled again.

"He's right," I said as my tears dried as I started to laugh at his
comment.  "You're both really horny guys."

"Oh, I can see this is going to be really awkward," Peter whispered, as
much to himself as us, as he drew me and Drew into a group hug and started
to kiss us both - first as brothers and then with mounting anxiety and
excitement.  We started to grope each other in the middle of the lounge
before we all came to the conclusion that we should move to the bedroom.

Once back to the bed, I pulled Drew and Peter towards me.  We pawed at each
other's bodies, rubbing through trackies and footie shorts.  I'm not sure
if it was me or Peter that pulled Drew's shirt off, but then Peter and Drew
pulled my top off and I pulled Peter's off.  Peter and I took off our
trackies and then turned our attention to Drew who, it turned out, had
speedos on under his shorts.  "Mmmmm!  Someone else into speedos?"

"Well, yes," admitted Drew, "but I also knew how much Peter was into them
and I'd decided that I wanted to try and get him to open up to me today.  I
know I shouldn't but I've been jacking off for years to the images of Peter
in trunks or shorts or nude and I knew that sooner or later, I'd have to
have him."

"Looks like you got more than you bargained for?"

"I know," replied Drew, almost crestfallen but with hope in his voice.  It
was like he was saying, "I know you had last night but I want the two of
you or at least Peter for the rest of my life."  Peter and I collapsed on
top of him and established what he had in his speedos (just as big as Peter
and I were).  Turning him on his side through our fun, Peter took his arse
and was licking it out while I was sucking on Peter's cock, balls and
nipples.  As I left his balls, Peter took them in his mouth and ran his
tongue over them while I licked round the tip of his circumcised cock and
licking the precum from the end.  Drew was obviously overcome with it all
since he was soon shooting a big load all over my face and chest.  Peter
was next as he'd moved himself to be fucking Drew's arse while i'd been
concentrating on Drew's cock.  I was third as Drew sucked on my cock,
deepthroating it better than any other lover I'd had.  We soon collapsed in
an exhausted heap and slept the sleep of the (not really very) righteous
until late afternoon.

The three half-brothers had come home.