Date: Fri, 16 Jul 1999 01:48:43 +1000
From: AJAY <mindmeld@geocities.com>
Subject: Kindred Souls - 3

Kindred Souls - My Brother Danny
Chapter 3 - The Play

Written by AJAY <mindmeld@geocities.com>

Disclaimer Warning: You know that if you are under the legal age of
consent to read such erotic material as this, or if you are offended by
the subject matter, you shouldn't be reading this, so DO NOT READ any
further. This is a Fictional story and any relation to any real person is
purely coincidental, yadda, yadda, yadda. Check out earlier Kindred Souls
to see what's gone before. All rights reserved. Not to be used anywhere or
reproduced without the author's prior permission. Now kick back and enjoy.

Seated in the auditorium, I waited for Danny's play to begin. I didn't
know what I was more excited about first: the thrill of seeing Danno
again, the joy of watching his show unfold before my very eyes and hoping
he gets a good mark for it, or the ecstasy of meeting up with my brother
after the show after four years of being away from him. Now, of course, I
had to greet him with a huge bump on head. A bump caused by running into
the door at the back of the theatre. I could not wait to tell Dan about my
encounter in the restrooms resulting from that accident. To think that he
told me this was a land of restraint and containment. Phah! The only
restraint with that guy was the pants that contained his straining dick.
Nevertheless, I had to remember I was a stranger in a strange land, so the
best course of action would be for me to sit back and watch the action
unfold and see where it takes me. Regardless of the route, I knew my final
destination would be in the arms of my kindred soul, Daniel. Nothing else
mattered.

As these thoughts went through my mind, the play begins. The curtains open
and the stage is in darkness. A lone figure walks to centre stage and
turns on a television that is there. I know that silhouette anywhere, it
is Danny. I can feel my heart thumping in my chest as I strain to get a
better look at my brother. The lights slowly come up and we are in the
back room of a house where a party is going on. It is a warm little room
here with a two-seater chair, a lounge chair and the TV in the middle, but
it is devoid of movement and Danny was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly at the back of the hall, Sandy and Freddy enter and they are
arguing, shouting about how Sandy has got drunk again and is embarrassing
Freddy in front of his work colleagues. Freddy is good looking but he was
not the one I wanted to see. Sandy shouts back that she isn't drunk but is
just having a bit of fun. All the while the TV is playing back MTV that
can be heard as party-music in the unseen section of the house. REM is
playing "It's the end of the world as we know it.." As though it is a
portent of things to come. Sandy and Freddy continue arguing and start
swearing, when suddenly a voice shouts out:

"Swearing - is a sin."

This made everyone in the audience, including me, jump and caused us to
laugh at our distraction. It came from Danny who was lying on the floor
between the two-seater chair, just out of view. He must have been lying
there since he first walked on stage in the dark. He gets up and argues
with Freddy who tells Danny to butt out and mind his own business.

Lizzie enters frantically in search of a phone, while Sandy and Freddy
continue to argue, as she needs to call her daughter to check that she is
alright, but cannot find one anywhere. The whole place is in chaos with
the fight going on and a desperate mother wanting to contact her child.
Danny stands up and starts to prowl around the room, looking down his nose
at everyone. He is a born again Christian, a bible-basher, quoting
scripture at
everyone and condemning the sinners to hell. Can you believe it? I hardly
recognised him at first. His hair was slicked back flat on his head, he
was wearing glasses, and he wore a loop earring with a small crucifix
dangling from it. He had filled out a little in the four years, but apart
from that, he looked just like the same Danny I loved and grew up with.
The play blurred into the background while I focused on Daniel. Every
move, every gesture, every utterance, was scrutinised and engraved into my
brain.

I didn't even hear the monologue of the rest of the cast, but was absorbed
in the words Danny spoke as he talked about God and his love for him and
how his life is lived. Each of the people on stage take their turn to tell
us of their lives and how it has been influences by various events, yet my
attention remained focused on the preacher who was sitting in front of the
telly gazing out over the audience. I could have sworn he looked straight
at me but I knew he couldn't see me through the glaring stage lights and
the darkness of the auditorium.

I wanted to shout out "Danny, I'm here. It's me, Adam." And leap up onto
the stage and hold him in my arms. However, I had to bide my time and
wait. I couldn't concentrate on the play, I just wanted to be with Danny.
I didn't care about the lives of the other people, I just wanted to know
about the christian, to hear him talk and watch him move. For through the
eyes of the christian I could see the soul of my kindred spirit within. A
spirit yearning to be free yet bound by the constraints of a society that
dictated his actions.

Suddenly the atmosphere on stage changes. A red screen appears and in
large letters the words:

"Warning Nuclear Alert. Please stay calm. The countdown is nearing its
end. Await further instructions" scroll across its face.

Sandy who was dancing in front of the telly sobers up at seeing these words
and calls Freddy who was too busy shouting to notice. She tries to get
Lizzie's attention but she is too upset to pay attention and Danny just
keeps on quoting scriptures. Finally she screams out frantically,and gets
everyone's attention. Silence ensues, realisation and shock, then renewed
pandemonium.

While Sandy, Freddy and Lizzie shout and carry on, Danny fumbles his way
through a bible to find a psalm in his desperate need and plead for mercy.
He staggers, staring at the screen and then the open bible and collapses
into a chair, while stuttering bible quotes. Everyone gets hysterical and
collapses into a heap. Danny drops his bible and drops his head to his
knees babbling incoherently. Light fades and darkness ensues as someone
screams out "Oh God, no!" and all is in silence.

The concussion from the bump earlier in the night must have had its effect
on me, for I imagined myself up there on the stage with Danny. Finally I
was there with him, in the flesh, standing over him while he held his head
in his hands. I placed a consoling hand on his slumped shoulder. His body
tenses slightly at my touch and he looks up into my face. Despair turns to
joy, altering his features brilliantly.

"The archangel Michael has come to bring us Salvation!" he cries.

"Be at peace, my brother." I hear myself say, as I place a hand on either
shoulder.

A tear streams down his face as he looks lovingly up at me as he mumbles:

"Then war broke out in heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the
dragon, which fought back with his angels, but the dragon was defeated,
and he and his angels were not allowed to stay in heaven any longer."

"I am not your angel. I am your brother, come to put you at ease."

Danny's arms encircle around my waist pulling me close to him. He buries
his head into me and I can feel his cheek resting against my groin. Dan
held me tight to him as he swayed his head murmuring epitaphs of
salvation. Each time his head rocked from side to side, his check would
brush over the crotch of my pants, causing it to expand at the sensation.
I dared not move in case Danny stopped what he was doing, because I liked
the feel of it, and that fact that it was coming from him. Then he noticed
the bulging tent where his cheek lay. He looked up at me in wonder, then a
grin spread across his face at this new realisation. Snuggling his head
back into my groin, I can feel his hard member against my own leg. With a
slight movement of my leg, I rub up and down Daniel's hardness. He moans
with joy and shudders slightly as I continue to caress his boner with my
leg.

Danny moved his head back away from the pulsing member enclosed in my
trousers and tentatively traced a finger across its length. From the base
of my balls, up one side, along the stiffness, over the head and back down
the other side. Then the whole hand travelled the same course again. Over
and over again, until a dribble of precum strained the front of my pants
while my dick strained to break free from its confinement. The hand
stopped its outlining torture and was now squeezing my boner with small
steady strokes in time with my beating heart. His other hand reaches up
and cups my balls in his palm, rolling them around like worry balls
without the music. However, we were making music of our own. It felt so
good. It felt so right. As if Danny's hands were made to fondle my groin,
and my dick was made to build up a load to shoot in his honour.

I do not know how long I stood there as Danny's hands worked wonders with
his massaging fingers, bringing me close to climax and then easing off, as
though daring me to explode in my pants. Ecstasy and then agony. Closer I
cam to shooting my load again as the small spot of precum and spread
across the front of my groin, looking as though I had wet myself. My
panting was loud and audible but I did not care. I was lost in the joy
Danny was giving me.

Suddenly, the hands were gone again, but only for a second. Then they
fumbled with my button fly, eager to release my cock from its material
prison. First the top button was released, then one button at a time,
slowly, like a strip tease, until all buttons were undone and my pants
were at my feet. My Calvin Klein boxer brief's were wet and I felt Danny's
warm breath stir over my cock head straining against the cloth. He moved
his lips to the head of my dick and sucked the precum through the
material. I felt like I was hit by a bolt of lightning. Fingers moved up
to the waistband, pulling it free and down my body until they too lay in a
heap around my ankles. At last, my cock was free and pulsed eagerly to
feel Daniel wrap his hands around it and pump as he had done only moments
before, or embrace it with those lips of his. It felt like the air itself
was caressing my dick and trying to bring me off. But this was a moment
reserved only for my Daniel, this would be his climax and his alone.

My six inches of prime uncut meat now stood forth in all its glory,
wavering just before my Danny's face. It glistened with precum as it arced
upwards to a near-perfect tip, the foreskin lay behind the head like the
mane of a lion standing proud, as a drop of precum appeared at the slit.
It was the nectar of Adam, eager to be engulfed by Danny's waiting lips.
The look on Danny's face was one of rapture as he brought his lips closer
to my dick. He took in the raw lustful smell of desire emanating from my
body. He marvelled at the texture of my throbbing rammer as it did a
ritual dance before his face. I could feel his breath ride over the head
of my cock and along my shaft. I wanted to thrust my hips forward, sending
my rammer all the way down his throat. Nevertheless, I had to wait, bide
my time, let Danno make the first move. As if reading my lusty desire, he
held his hands in front of me forming a big fist and I began to pump into
it, thrusting my hips forward with each upward stroke, enjoying these
sensations. I had to put one of these hand-held boy toys on my Christmas
list.

Faster and faster I drove my monkey into those waiting hands which were
now replaced with a waiting mouth. The sudden change of sensation broke my
tempo as I looked down to find my dick in Danny's hungry mouth. He pulled
out and held my boner to show me as he pushed his tongue into the piss
slit and the pre-cum that oozed from it. This boy was a connoisseur of
dick and he savoured the raw taste of the now slippery cock slipping in
and out of his warm mouth. He licked the head once more and then started
to suck on it. I resumed my thrusting tempo in Danny's mouth that felt
real hot and smooth with each stroke. This time there was no stopping me,
I was going to shoot my load, and Danny was going to make sure I did it
for him.

"Oh Danno, I'm going to shoot, I'm going to coat your tongue if you don't
pull out quick." I said as I tried to pull my prick out of his mouth.

But Danny wanted it all. He was too far gone to release me now. He grabbed
my arse with both hands, and held me tight inside his mouth while his
wagging tongue and my thrusting hips brought me over the edge. I rode the
crest of the wave and dove into the joy of ecstasy, popping my nut as
Danny savoured the moment. I thought he would spit it out, but he
swallowed it all, and kept sucking my cock until he had it all, swallowing
every drop, leaving me completely spent.

"You liked that didn't you?" a voice whispered in my ear.

"Oh yeah, I loved it as much as I love you."

Wait a minute. That wasn't Danny's voice? My eyes flew open as I turned my
head to find the source of the whisper. I was back among the audience and
there was a guy sitting beside me fondling my dick that was now semi-erect
after shooting a load in my pants. The whole thing was a wet dream? Then
recognition hit me. The guy beside me was the stud from the restroom. He
must have followed me back into the theatre and taken the vacant seat
beside me. I sat there in shock, wondering if Danny's sister had seen or
heard any of this foreplay. How was I going to explain this one? Luckily
everyone was too absorbed in the play to notice us in the dark.

"Relax stud." said my new companion, "You can fix me up after the play.
Just sit back and enjoy the rest of the show."

His hand moved away from my groin, and he turned to watch what was
happening on the stage. Looking at him you would hardly think he had just
jerked a guy off with a couple of hundred people behind him. I only hoped
I hadn't stained the front of my pants when I popped my nut. Bad enough I
had to greet Danny with a lump on my head, without having a stain on my
pants as well.

Up on stage, war images flicker on the large screen behind the silhouetted
figures sprawled on the floor, oblivious to the war going on in my own
mind. War images. A horrific war representation of dead and dying
soldiers. Images that draw me in with their graphic depiction. Comrades in
arms facing death alongside their mates. Brothers in arms braving the
travesty of war in the companionship of their friends. I no longer thought
of my own petty predicament as icons of crosses, war memorials and
graveyards, the results of war, hit home in my soul.

A mushroom cloud billows up into the air with a booming sound wave of mass
destruction. It is the end of the world, as we know it. War. Huh, good
God! Now, what is it good for? Absolutely nothing. The loss of life, the
needless slaughter of innocents, the careless waste of human life and
resources hangs around our necks like an albatross.

The voice of an elderly woman tells of war stories and the heroic
struggles of those at the centre of mass destruction as well as those
brave families worried sick about their loved ones. Her voice is soothing
although the words of what she say wrenches our heart from our bodies.
Then she is there on the stage. Sitting in a recliner with a blanket
wrapped around her, while images flash across her. Dead people killed by
the blast of the mushroom bomb, children lying in their mother's arms as
if they were alive but dead. The old woman ponders, staring at the sky,
and then turning to the audience looking at us in a thoughtful,
down-to-earth way.

"Of course, if there's another war," sighs the old lady, "well... that'll be
it."

As her words echo around the room leaving us in darkness.

The house lights came up, bathing us all its glory. My first reaction was
to look down to see if there were any telltale signs on my pants, but
thankfully, there were none. My second reaction was to look to my mystery
companion. The chair beside me was empty. He was gone. Before I had time
to register this, the curtains parted and the entire cast from the play
stood on stage for a final bow. Everyone was beaming and the crowd was
going wild with applause. From what I could remember of the play, it was a
powerful piece. Danny was chuffed with the reaction and was being. He
scanned the audience and then found where his family was sitting. His
smile got bigger and then he saw me. Shock registered on his face, he
thought he was seeing things. I gave him the thumbs up sign and he knew I
was there for real. We were both grinning at each other with tears of joy
running down our faces, knowing we were together again at last. We had a
stage between us, but we were closer than we had ever been, linked by our
kindred souls. The human adventure is just beginning.

To be continued....

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