Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2002 15:42:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED 5

This is a fictional story. Perhaps somewhere, sometime it actually
happened. But I have no idea that it did. The story is about two young
males who love each other. If that offends you, then I feel really, really
sorry for you. And I guess that fact that the two males are related will
just drive you 'round the bend'. What a shame!

For the rest of you, sit back and enjoy. For those who know my writings,
you know what to expect from me on this subject. For those of you who've
never read me before (write me and I'll give you a listing of all my
stories) you have no idea what to expect. That's the most fun of all!

MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED
Part 5
by RimPig (c) 2002

Our British Airlines jet landed at Heathrow in the morning. We took one of
the famous black London cabs to our hotel. We stayed at the Strand Palace
on the Strand across the street from the famous Savoy. Dad had arranged for
Brian and I to have a small suite with a bedroom and separate sitting
room. He had a single room next to ours. When we got to the room, there was
a bouquet of roses and a chilled bottle of champagne, both from Dad.

Brian went next door to get him and brought him back to share the champagne
with us. We raised our glasses and Dad gave a toast.

"To my two beautiful sons, may your love and devotion to each other last
for all time." he said, smiling at both of us.

We smiled back and we all clinked our glasses together. Then Brian took me
in his arms and looking into my eyes.

"I've never asked you this. I don't want to assume anything. Chris, I
promise I will love you, not just for the rest of my life, but forever. I
will always be there for you. I will do whatever I can to make your life as
happy and fulfilled as you make mine. I know I have my faults, but I'm
asking you, will you have me as your partner?" he said, quietly, looking
deeply into my eyes.

I felt tears start to well up in mine. It was the happiest moment of my
life. There are those who say the words aren't important. Those people have
never really loved someone fully. It meant everything to hear Brian tell me
how much he loved me.

"Brian," I said, looking into his eyes. "I promise that I'll love you
forever, just like I've always loved you. I will always be there for you
and I promise you that your happiness means more to me than my own. There
is nothing that would make me happier than to be your partner."

And with this, we kissed deeply. Then we heard Dad applauding and we broke
apart blushing. We had been so caught up in each other, we'd forgotten he
was standing there.

"Well, I couldn't arrange a wedding for you two any better than what I just
heard." Dad said, grinning at us.

"Well, I guess this is enough for us. We're glad you were here to witness
it." I said.

"Yeah, Dad. We so glad you're here with us. There's no one else we'd rather
have to hear us pledge our love to each other!" Brian said and we both
reach out and pulled him into a hug from both of us.

The rest of the visit was like a dream. We visited all the tourist places,
The Tower of London, Parliament, West Minister Abbey. We took walks down
Bird Cage Walk and sat on the grass and listened to a constabulary band in
St. James Park one Sunday afternoon. We had dinner at the Savoy, Claridge's
and the Ritz. We went to pubs and discovered dishes like steak and kidney
pie, which I loved and neither Brian or Dad did. We ate fish and chips and
discovered a beautiful church called the Queen's Chapel of the Savoy on a
side street next to the famous hotel. We were told that it was the place
where the Queen came once a year to invest people in the Order of the
Bath. Brian and I took a boat and sailed down the Thames. Every night, we
went to a different play or musical in the West End.

And Brian and I made love. Wonderful, glorious love to each other. I
remember we spent one night fucking each other until the sun rose to begin
a glorious English spring morning. We went downstairs to breakfast with Dad
and then went back to our suite and made love again before falling into a
deep sleep. Dad never planned anything for us. He just let us make the
itinerary and he followed along. He seemed to be happy just wandering the
streets and poking around in some of the quaint shops alone. I know he was
remembering Mom and their honeymoon here.

I asked, as we were all sitting in our suite together on one of our last
nights in London, if he was feeling sad, going all the places where they
had gone together.

"I thought I would," he said. "But I'm not. We were happy here. All of the
memories are happy ones. I've enjoyed being here. And I've so enjoyed
watching the two of you discover it. And to see the happiness and love you
find in each other. I sat one day in that little church you two found and I
finally realized that I'd found two people to love in my life who loved
me. That isn't the worst thing that someone can say about their life. And,
who knows? Maybe someday I might even find another. But not right now."

Brian and I told Dad how happy we were to hear him talking like this. We
had been worried but now it seemed that this trip was just perfect. Brian
and I finally openly pledged our love to each other and Dad had been able
to put some of his life in perspective. What more could you ask for?

We flew home and life resumed as it had been. At least for a while. It was
about three months after we got back from London when things changed.

I was at home alone. Brian was at the hospital where they were still doing
therapy trying to get some of the parts of his brain that was damaged in
the accident to operate again. Dad was at work. I was sitting on the front
porch, drinking iced tea and trying to figure out what to make for dinner
when suddenly I heard a dreadful roar. I looked up and a huge
Harley-Davidson "Hog" pulled into our driveway. The rider was covered in
leather. Leather jacket, leather pants and leather riding boots. He turned
off the noisy engine and took off his helmet. He had long blonde hair and a
moustache. He was wearing sunglasses so I couldn't see his eyes. He stood
over six feet tall and had broad shoulders and a large chest which tapered
down to a slim waist. His thighs were thick and muscular. He looked somehow
vaguely familiar, but I couldn't figure out how I could know him. I'd never
known anyone who rode a motorcycle.

He walked toward the front porch. I stood up.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"Yes, son, you can. Does Mark Conroy live here by any chance?" he asked in
a deep voice.

"Yes, sir, he does. He's my Dad. I'm Chris Conroy. Do you know my Dad?" I
asked.

"Well, yes, son, I guess I do. My name's David Conroy. I'm your uncle. Your
Dad's older brother."

I fainted.

I came to and felt myself held in strong, leather-covered arms being gently
placed on the sofa. I looked up into the man's eyes and he was smiling down
at me.

"Now, usually I don't have people react that way when I introduce
myself. But I guess you figured that you were talking to a ghost." he
grinned.

"But you're dead!" I exclaimed when I finally could get my mouth to work.

"There's seems to be some confusion there, son. Seems somebody forgot to
tell me that. So I've just decided to keep right on living until I think
otherwise!" he said. And then he laughed.

I sat up on the couch and asked him to sit down. He sat next to me and I
could see how much Brian did look like him. It was like getting to see what
my lover would look like twenty years from now.

"But Dad took us to your grave. He had a new headstone put on it." I said,
still not able to understand what was going on.

"I know. That's how I found him finally. I've been trying to find him for
years. He ran off from home before I could come back for him. It was when I
went home a few weeks ago that I found that new headstone. I asked around,
and it took a while, but I found the guy who carved it and he told me where
your Dad lived. But I didn't expect to find he had a son!" David said.

"He has two. I have an older brother Brian." I told him.

"Two sons, now isn't that great! What about your mom? What's she like?" he
asked.

"Our Mom died about six months ago. Pancreatic cancer." I said, looking
down.

"God! I'm sorry, son. I didn't know." he said, real caring in his voice.

"I have to ask you something," I said.

"Ask anything you like, boy. We're family." David said.

"Well, if you're really Dad's older brother David, Dad's told me already
about what happened the last night he ever saw you. Tell me what happened."
I challenged him.

"Well...I don't know, son. That's kind of private between your Dad and
me. But you say he's told you about it, so it must be ok. Your Dad and I
loved each other. Not just in the way the brothers love each other, but the
way some men do. Your Dad and I made love to each other that night.  The
only time we ever did. Why do you want to know about that?" he asked me.

"My Dad told me because Brian and I feel the same way about each other. We
were afraid how he would deal with it and he told us the story about you
and him. Only the real David Conroy would know about it. But you were
stabbed to death, according to Dad." I said confused.

"Yeah, I know. That was the story that our father and the Sheriff put out
to cover up their own crime. You see, someone did rape me in that jail. But
it wasn't another prisoner. It was my father and the Sheriff. My father
knew about what your Dad and I did that night and he figured he had a right
to a piece of my ass as well. So he and the Sheriff, who'd evidently done
this to other guys, raped me there in an empty cell. Fucked my ass and made
me suck both of them off. Then they took me out to an old cabin that the
Sheriff had out in the woods and they continued to rape me for three days
straight. I finally got loose one night and ran away. I knew that I'd never
get anyone in that town to believe me about what they did. I went back to
get your Dad a few weeks later. By that time, he'd already run away and no
one had any idea where he'd gone. I also found the phoney grave and
headstone and knew that your Dad thought I was dead." he said, his head
hanging down in sadness.

"And you've looked for Dad all these years?" I asked.

"Yes, I always hoped to find him and we'd be together. But I guess things
have changed, what with him being married and having sons of his own. I
guess he grew up and changed." he said, deep sadness in his eyes as he
looked at me.

"Dad hasn't changed at all. Yes, he loved Mom. She was the only one other
than you who ever really showed him love in his life. But he never stopped
loving you. Never stopped wanting you.  Why do you think he had that
headstone carved with the words he did? He still loves you and he's going
to be so incredibly happy to see you again. And more happy to know that you
still love and want him!" I said.

As I spoke, the sadness left his eyes and he began smiling until, by the
time I finished, his face was spread in a huge grin. That same grin that I
loved so much in Brian! Yes, they truly did look very much alike.

I got up and went to the phone. I called Dad at his office and told him to
come home immediately, that there was something he had to deal with. I
wouldn't explain anything to him, I didn't know how. I figured I would let
David explain everything to Dad.

I had no more hung up the phone when I heard Brian coming into the house.

"Who's motorcycle is that in the ...." and then he stopped.

The first person he saw was David. I'm sure to him, in some ways, it was
like looking into the mirror only rather than seeing himself, he saw
himself twenty years older. He then saw me and I saw the confusion on his
face.

I walked over to Brian and, taking him by the arm, sat him down in a chair
across from David before saying anything. I didn't think he'd faint like I
did, but I wasn't sure how he'd take this.

"Brian, I want you to meet our Uncle David." I said.

Brian looked from David to me and back again. His mouth opened but no sound
came out for a while.

"Whhhaaa...But he's dead!" Brian all but yelled.

"No, he's not. He's alive. He's been searching for Dad for the last twenty
years. And he finally found us because of the headstone Dad had put on his
grave. It's a long story and I promise that I'll tell you later, but I just
called Dad and he's on his way home. I didn't tell him why he needed to
come home so we need to get ourselves together to help him deal with
this. Oh, and David knows all about us." I said, leaning over and kissing
him on the cheek.

"Fuck! This is going to blow Dad completely away!" Brian said, still in
shock himself.

"Well, I fainted!" I said.

"You did! Are you alright?" Brian said, reaching out for me.

"Yes, I'm fine. Wouldn't you like to say hello to Uncle David?" I asked.

"Yes! I'm sorry. It's really wonderful to meet you. Especially since I've
heard all about you and how much I look like you but never expected to have
this opportunity to see for myself." Brian said grinning and putting out
his hand to David.

"And I can't tell you how pleased I am to meet you, son. Though I didn't
expect to find that Mark had two such good looking sons! And I guess you do
look something like me at that. By the way, boys. Please don't call me
Uncle. Just call me David. I feel uncomfortable with titles." he said
grinning.

Brian grinned back and I was dazzled by the two of them. I heard Dad's car
pull into the driveway and headed out the door, figuring I'd better give
him some warning before he just came in and found David standing there.

"Dad. I'm glad you're home." I said walking up to the car.

"What's the matter, son? What's wrong? Is it Brian? Please God! Not Brian!"
He said.

I could see he was frantic. I figured I better tell him the truth
immediately.

"No Dad. It isn't Brian. And there's nothing wrong. Everything is finally
right." I said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he said.

I could hear anger creeping into his voice.

"Calm down, Dad. I don't know how to tell you this, but your brother David
isn't dead." I said carefully.

"What are you talking about? Have you lost your mind!" he all but screamed
at me.

"No, Dad, I haven't. He's here. That's his Harley sitting there." I said,
pointing to the large motorcycle parked next to his car.

I didn't have to go any further. Suddenly my father's face filled with
shock as he looked past my shoulder. I turned and saw David standing at the
top of the porch steps.

My father yelled, "DAVID!!!" and ran toward the tall, leather-covered
man. David ran down the steps and grabbed Dad in his arms, lifting him off
the ground in a bear hug. They stood there for a long while just hugging
each other and I could see tears pouring from each of their eyes. Finally,
I walked over to where they were standing.

"Ahh, guys! I think we should go inside so we don't get the neighbors
curious." I said.

They both looked at me and then back at each other and smiled. Their arms
still around each other, they moved up the porch steps and into the
house. They no more got into the foyer and they were hugging again only
this time, they were deeply kissing as well.

Brian walked over and stood behind me with his arms around me as we watched
our Dad and his brother renewing their love for one another. They kissed
for a long time and when they finally broke apart, Dad looked up into his
brother's eyes.

"What happened? I thought you were dead! That's what I'd been told!" Dad
said.

David told him the basics of the story and finished by telling him how long
he had searched for him and how much he stilled loved him. I saw Dad blush,
but he was grinning so much, it hardly mattered. They kissed again and
Brian leaned down and whispered in my ear that we should go on upstairs to
our room and leave them alone.

When we got to our room, Brian took me in his arms and kissed me deeply
while pulling off my shirt. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me
and figured this was no time to talk! The reunion downstairs had evidently
affected us both strongly because I was as horny for Brian as he was for
me. We tore off each other's clothes and fell onto our bed. Since Mom died,
Dad had bought us a queen sized bed to replace our old full size ones. Now
we slept together in the same bed every night.

Naked, we almost naturally fell into the position where we could get at
each other's hard, dripping cock. I felt Brian engulf my cock as I buried
his in my throat. The scent of his body hit my nose as I buried it in his
balls. I could also taste the salty sweetness of Brian's pre-cum as his
cock began moving in and out of my throat as I gently stroked his balls and
slipped a finger into the warm, moist trench of his ass, playing gently
around his wrinkly opening. I felt Brian's finger stroking my hole as
well. As I continued to suck on his cock, I next felt Brian's finger gently
shoving deep into my ass. I groaned around his cock as the feelings inside
my ass increased my pleasure.

We were both rapidly reaching the point of no return and we were soon
pouring our cum into each other's throat, moaning at the intense feelings
we were causing in each other. I kept some of Brian's cum in my mouth and
quickly swung around so that we were facing each other. I pressed my mouth
to his and shared his cum with him. He had done the same thing, so I also
shared my own cum as well. We swapped the viscous fluid back and forth
until there was none left. But our kiss didn't stop and soon are cocks were
as hard and thrusting against one another as if we had not cum at all.

Brian rolled on top of me and my legs naturally wrapped around his hips,
raising my ass to the level of his cock. He spit on his hand and lubed my
hole. Then he spit again and lubed his cock.  Placing the head at my
opening, he shoved slowly and steadily inside me. My body welcomed his cock
and we groaned together at the feelings and our desire for one
another. Brian began a gentle fucking motion in and out of my ass but
quickly built to where he was pounding my butt, slamming his hips against
my butt with each thrust. I could hear his balls slapping against my ass
until they drew up and I knew he would soon flood my butt with his load. My
own cock was rubbing against his smooth, muscular abdomen and I was rapidly
reaching my own climax. I looked up into Brian's eyes and his passion and
love filled me with such intensity that I literally ached with my desire
for him.

He leaned down and kissed me deeply and we both moaned into each other's
mouths as I felt his cock begin to throb in my ass as he shot his load deep
inside my body. At the same time, his climax triggered mine and I shot my
load between our bodies, wetting both of us.

Brian collapsed on top of me and I held him as he regained his normal
breathing. He raised his head from my shoulder and kissed me, his tongue
taking possession of my mouth. We kissed deeply for a while and then he
finally raised his head and looked down at me.

"I love you, Chris. I love you more than I ever thought I could possibly
love anyone." he said, a huskiness to his voice.

"And I love you, Brian. More and more every day." I said.

We continued to kiss and soon we were both hard again. Looking down at our
hardons, we grinned at each other.

"You'd think we were horny teenagers!" Brian joked.

"We ARE horny teenagers!" I giggled.

"Well, in that case, I want that hardon of your up my ass this time!" Brian
said.

"You've got it!" I grinned at him.

Brian moved over on the bed so that he was lying on his stomach with his
legs spread. This was the way I fucked him for the first time and it was
still the way he liked it best. I did, too. There was something about
seeing him laid out under me, his broad muscular back and arms flexing with
his desire while I pounded his ass that drove me wild.

I got between his legs and rapidly buried my face in his fragrant ass. The
sweat and musk of his moist butt-trench filled my nose and my cock throbbed
and dripped pre-cum on the bed. I licked deep into his trench while
spreading his butt-cheeks with my hand. My tongue found his wrinkly opening
and I began spearing it inside him. The dark, tart taste of Brian's inner
ass drove me wild and I knew that, as much as I loved eating his butt,
right now all I could think of was fucking it.

I got up over him and allowed my pre-cum to drip on his hole adding
lubrication. I spit on my hand and spread it on my cock and then placed it
at Brian's opening. I pushed forward gently and felt Brian's butt open to
me. I slid in slowly and steadily until I bottomed out in his hole and he
groaned in pleasure at the feel of my cock filling his chute. I began to
slowly withdraw and then shove back in hard. I was pounding Brian's ass
really hard and we were rapidly approaching another orgasm when we suddenly
froze. We'd both heard something. Somebody yelling! Then we heard it again.

"Oh, yes, David! FUCK ME!!!"

It was our Dad's voice coming from down the hall. Brian looked back over
his shoulder at me and we both broke out laughing!

"God! I didn't know you could hear that well!!!" Brian laughed. "I guess
Dad DID know what we were up to all that time!"

"Well, I never thought I'd hear that coming down the hall, but I'm so happy
that it is!" I said.

Brian and I grinned at each other as we heard the groans and cursing coming
through the bedroom door. But we had business of our own to finish. I
started pounding Brian's ass again and it wasn't too long before we both
began moaning as we shot our loads, mine deep in Brian's ass and his onto
the sheets. As we lay there recovering, we heard equally loud groans come
through the door. We both smiled.

And that's the way it has been for the last five years. Dad and David and
Brian and me living and loving together in a wonderfully happy family. We
have great times together and we have deep and loving relationships with
our partners. There are people who think that the way we live and love is
wrong. They're entitled to their opinion, I guess. But they're the one's
who are wrong.  Our love for each other, we believe, is the best thing that
could have happened in our lives.

The End of MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED.

I'm going to leave these four loving men now. They deserve their love and
their privacy. I hope that all of us can one day find someone to love as
much as they love each other. The reason I write stories is to show that
love, no matter where you find it, is the most important thing in life.
Trust me, as someone who has laid in an ICU on the very edge of death, I
wasn't thinking about anything I owned or anything I'd done in my life. I
was thinking about the people I loved and who loved me.

I experimented by writing the whole story before posting it. I think I like
it this way. This way, I can go through the whole thing and make sure that
everything is written the way I want it. I can also prevent problems in
continuity.

If you liked the story, I again urge you to make a donation to NIFTY to
keep this sight free and available. And I also invite you to write me with
your thoughts at rimpigfl@yahoo.com.

Thank you.

RimPig