Date: Fri, 19 May 2000 14:43:08 +1000
From: A.J. <mindmelded@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kindred Souls (My Brother Danny) Chapter 9

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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, if you still can't catch up (Nifty prolific authors
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without the author's prior permission. Now kick back and enjoy.


While the College campus party had drawn to a close, the party atmosphere
was spilling over into the apartments and more secluded areas of the campus
grounds. Who said the Brits didn't know how to party? Danny and Anthony
were out trying to find Alec, Dan's roommate, since he was meant to give us
all a ride home. Alec had sneaked down to the pool with his little brother,
who came out to him after they went for a skinny-dip. Without transport,
everyone would have to crash at Uni and suffer the wrath of Daniel's sister
for not bringing me home to a comfortable bed. Not that it really would
have mattered anyway, really. But I was oblivious to all this. Crashing at
Uni didn't sound like a bad idea to me since I had already crashed in
Daniel's campus apartment bed. Before you get any ideas about that, you
have to remember that I had only just arrived in London that very day, so I
was really tired and jetlagged and not in a party mood anymore. What I
didn't realise was that there were only four beds and five people, so
someone was going to have to share, or sleep on the floor if we did all end
up staying here. Though the way the night was progressing, the bed issue
was not going to be as big a problem as we initially thought.

"Noooooooooooo..."

The ground came up to meet me. A jarring thud sent a tremor through my
entire body. I sat up with a start. I was in a darkened room, lying upon
Danno's bed. I'd just had a nightmare triggered by too much drink and
jetlag. When I realised where I was, I snuggled back into the bed, burying
my head in the pillow where I could smell Danny and returned to a more
peaceful slumber awaiting the return of my brother. Everything was going to
be all right. I didn't know how long I lay there, but it couldn't have been
more than five minutes when I was disturbed by the sounds of slamming doors
and murmuring voices. The party revellers were returning and some of them
were obviously suffering the after-effects of the spiked punch and were
having trouble navigating the passageway. I put my head under the pillow to
muffle the noise.

The footsteps recede as passers-by shuffled to their respective rooms. A
slight groan growing with intensity could be heard on the other side of the
door. His inability to open the door was frustrating someone, fumbling with
the doorknob and the lock. Keys rattled and were dropped, and further
attempts made to place the key in the keyhole. This person was trying to
get in without much success. Thinking it could be Danny or his roommate, I
reluctantly picked myself up off the bed and went over and opened the door.
Standing before me was the man of any gay guy's wet dreams, and in an
inebriated state no less. If this was Danny's roommate, then no wonder he
preferred staying here to living at home. Back home if I had a guy like
this at my door, I knew I'd either be in heaven or that my prayers had been
answered at last. Why do these guys always have to be at the other end of
the world?

While I was giving this guy the once-over unashamedly. Mr Adonis slumped
against the door, looking vaguely into my eyes and tried to engage his
brain to focus. Okay, so maybe he was another Airhead beauty, but in that
moment I didn't care. You could practically see the cogs, wheels and gears
in his head grinding while trying to come up with an answer to whom it was
that stood in Danny's room. I blamed it on the alcohol and took the
opportunity to further ogle his body while he remained in a confused state.
Two blue-green puppy dog eyes stared out at me in wonderment, long brows
furrowed, and full lips pouted as he struggled to place me. At his full
height he would have stood at about six-foot-two, an impressive broad frame
atop a tapered waist. If this were America, he would have been the typical
all-round athletic jock. He had the body of Antonio Sabato Junior with the
blond beauty looks of Brad Pitt.

Suddenly he made a decision, stood up straight and lurched into the room
and flopped onto Danny's bed.

"What are you doing in my room?" he asked while still trying to focus.

"Your room? Oh, then you must be Alec. I'm Adam, Danny's brother from
Australia?" I said offering my hand.

"Danny? Oh, Daniel's brother? Blimey, I didn't know Daniel had a brother."
He stood up quickly to shake my hand and that was all it took.

"Oh my god," he said suddenly swaying, "the room's spinning. I.. I think
I'm gonna barf..."

I rushed over and grabbed the wastebasket just before the guy heaved up
half of what seemed to be the night's party drink supply. He sat there for
about five minutes after with his head between his knees staring into the
basket. At first I thought he'd fallen asleep, but a groan and then another
wave of heaving, proved me wrong. When it appeared he had emptied his
entire stomach contents into the bin, he flopped back on the bed with his
hands on his head. I'd been there before and done that so I knew all too
well what he felt like. The stench from the bin was getting to me and I
took it over to the bathroom and emptied it and washed it clean. When I got
back, the walls reverberated with the dude's snoring. He was well and truly
out to it. I flung open the windows to let some air in and sprayed some
air-freshener around that I found in the bathroom. I noticed that Dan's
roomie had also barfed on his shirt and pants, so I had to get rid of that
as well if I was going to stay in this room without throwing up myself.
Besides I couldn't let him sleep in clothes he'd just thrown up in.

I looked at him lying there in his slumber. His smooth, muscular chest
moves up and down beneath his shirt as he breathed. I slowly unbuttoned the
shirt all the way down and pulled the material back to reveal a six-pack of
abdominal muscles flexing as he snored. It was a definition that would be
proudly displayed by any Olympic swimmer or gym-rat. I pulled him up
slightly so that I could get his arms out of the sleeves, and the shirt off
his back. He slumped against me, resting his head on my chest as I fumbled
with the clothing. Nothing was going to wake him from his slumber now. As I
removed the shirt, he snuggled back into the bed with his arms over his
head in repose. My fingers traced over the bulging biceps and triceps of
his powerful arms and tickled the small patches of light hair in his
armpits. A slight smile formed on those full lips but that was the only
indication he felt what I was doing to him. This was starting to turn me on.

Despite the allure topless god lying here before me, I had to get those
pants off him and out of the room as the smell was still getting to me. Or
was that just an excuse to get him out of his pants? I guess I just could
not resist giving that bare chest of his a feel. I cupped one hard pec in
my hand and felt its contours and hard softness. The nipple beneath my hand
became erect and I took it between my fingertips and gave it a squeeze. A
slight moan came from the Adonis, but there was no other indication that he
was even alive. I moved my hand across to the other pec and gave it the
same treatment. Both nipples were now hard and I straddled his waist so I
could pinch those little erections comfortably with each hand. Forgetting
that my main aim was to get him out of his pants, I was really beginning to
enjoy this. As I played with the dude's nips, I could feel his pelvis
thrusting gently beneath me. The bulge pressing into my ass was very large
and felt quite hard. If this is what the guy does in his sleep, I never
want him to awaken.

My own throbbing members screamed to be released from the confines of my
pants. I jumped off my slumbering love-stud, removed my pants and boxers,
and then proceeded to do the same to my new-found lover. I could see that
hard bulge throbbing beneath the black fabric of his pants, pulsing with
the beat of his heart. I undid the belt buckle and the snap on the
waistband, then pulled down the fly. Like an inflating raft, a satin bulge
burst out between the fly encompassing the entire region with its fullness.
I scuttled down his hips pulling the pants down with me. I quickly threw
them into the bathroom so their rancid smell wouldn't drift back into the
sleeping quarters, and rushed back to my sleeping giant. That throbbing
satin covered groin was too irresistible to me. I had to wrap my hand
around it and give it another squeeze. If my inebriated friend woke up now,
I would have been dead-meat, but I no longer cared. I was driven by the
sexual desire of wanting that cock to explode under the caress my hand.

The feel of an erect member covered in a silky material of the shorts sent
me over the brink of sanity. As my fingertips caressed the head, it pulsed
beneath my fingers, as though the penis itself was begging me to stroke it.
It was a calling I had to answer. It was like taking a hot poker in your
hand. Hard, throbbing, and putting out a heat of its own. One hand stroked
up and down the boner while my other hand played with his silky covered
balls, barely hidden behind the shiny satin material. I was tempted to take
them in my mouth but resisted the urge. The small patch of wetness at the
bulging peek grew until it seemed the whole groin was immersed in the
sticky clear fluid. I was fascinated by the way the precum spread as my
hand flew up and down this hot cock and I wanted to lick all around it. He
was oozing more lubrication than I ever did shooting the best load of my
life. When this dick finally did erupt, I would probably drown in its
explosion. The only thing that would better than that would be if he gave
me the kiss of life afterwards.

I wondered what Danno would think if he knew that I was jerking off his
sleeping, drunken roommate. They're the kind of things you think about
after the deed is done. For now, all I could think about was getting those
boxers shorts off, taking that hard phallus in my mouth and sucking the
essence out of him until he was bone dry. Instantly the boxers were off and
we were both completely naked. I straddled his hips once more, enjoying the
feeling of the warmth of his thighs against my own naked skin. I felt that
hot dick in one hand while the other lightly pulled on his balls as they
bounced within his sack. I noticed some precum appear at the tip and I used
it to lubricate his whole member as it began to ooze out again under my
ministrations.

I wrapped my fingers around that hard member, making one big fist for him
to fuck. His precum slicked everything so that it slide easily in and out
between my fingers. As if on cue once more, he began gyrating his hips up
some to meet my cupped hand, in a nice slow pace and then slowly got faster
as he enjoyed the sensation. I wanted to devour that pulsing prick, but I
was swept up by the moment, wanting to get him off as quick as I could. I
took my own hard dick and placed it in between my hands, so that his
throbber rubbed up and down my own member and my fingers. Now he was
bringing us both off with his increased humping. His breathing increased
and panted in short puffs, and I knew it wouldn't be long before we both
exploded over each other. Seconds later I felt that iron bar of beauty
stiffen, his hips thrust up and he exploded in a burst of ecstasy. Feeling
him throbbing and being covered in his essence sent me over the top and I
mixed my jism with his.

Not caring whether anybody heard or not, I screamed out in pleasure as one
final load exploded from my dick. I looked down at my love god and saw a
big smile on his handsome face. He reached up, grabbing the back of my
head, pulling me down to him so he could plant a kiss on my lips. One hand
held me to him, while the other one playfully caressed the bottom of my
spine. Idle fingers roamed over my ass, sending tingles through out my
body, while our tongues entwined in an embrace of their own. Pulling back
from the embrace, he smiled sweetly.

"I found him, guys!" someone shouted from the open doorway to two others
running by.

I turned around and saw one guy standing in the room, who was joined from
the passageway by the others. The guy who called out to the others must
have been standing there for a while judging by the large bulge in his pants.


"Looks like Jimmy has found us some fun for the night." Said the latest
additions to the group.


What had I got myself into?


To be continued....

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