Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2007 22:48:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brian Connors <patriotspectre@yahoo.com>
Subject: Six Irish Brothers - Chapter 4: Seattle Nights

Six Irish Brothers - Chapter 4: Seattle Nights

Story Codes: B/b, inc

Disclaimer and Acknowledgments:

The story you are about to read is true. These events happened and though
some details have been skewed slightly to obscure the identities of the
real persons involved, the events, relationships and substance of the tale
have not been altered. Much of the material in this story is pornographic
in nature, dealing with incest, teenage and preteen sex, gay themes, and so
forth. If you are under 18, or it is illegal in your area to read this
material, then stop now, and go Google something wholesome.

My thanks to everyone who has read and responded so far. I could not have
imagined the wellspring of support for this story. I truly appreciate it.

This part follows on from Chapter 2 (Chapter 3 is a "prequel" of sorts, I
suppose).

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Chapter 4: Seattle Nights

February, 1995


Starting in the fall of '94, just after my first lesson with Sean, we
started moving around a lot. Greg was an civil engineer and consultant, and
as such, he was on the road a lot. It took a lot of guts for him to decide
to take us with him on the longer hauls, rather than just dump us off on
caretakers or his parents, or whatever. I've always respected him for that
- that he never, ever, left us, when he easily could have. So, we did a lot
of traveling - Boston, Chicago, Seattle, mainly.

Sean loved Boston - there were so many Irishmen about - real and
"Yank-rish" - he ate up the culture. He'd be sneakin' off to the pubs,
trying to get in and usually failing. I loved it when Sean brought me
along, especially when some old geezer fancyin' himself a 'shanachie' (look
it up, gents) would come along and tell stories of the old days. Boston was
where we spent that Christmas, by the way.

I liked them all, but Seattle was by far my favourite. These days, everyone
else except Adam thinks I'm nuts, but I loved the rain and the fog. It's
just my personality, I guess. I love the rain. And the hiking trips up
Mt. Rainier were simply grand, too. And, before you ask, it's close, but
I'll still take the Cubs over the Mariners. I'm a sucker for the underdog -
it's the Irish way, I suppose.

My memories of Seattle from back then, beyond the feel of the city, are a
little dimmed by time, but there were a few things that really stood
out. Sean's fifteenth birthday was 26 February, 1995 and it was frigid in
Seattle, as you'd expect. We were off from school, and spent most of the
day curled up in blankets, playing video games - well, Sean did most of the
serious playing, while I was more concerned with getting to his *other*
joystick. Heh.

Nate and the little ones were around most of the day, not to mention Greg,
so we had to play it safe, and wait for when we all went to bed. The
townhouse we were staying in was smaller than either of the houses in
Baltimore or Boston, and Sean suggested that I bunk with him, rather than
with Nate, which meant that Nate and Walt could share the second bedroom
(Adam's crib was in Greg's bedroom, naturally). There was no way that he
could have suspected the ulterior motive behind Sean's suggestion, and he
didn't bat an eyelash.

Needless to say, it made our covert activities so much easier, and I could
wait to get Sean back to our room. God, that sounds terrible. I was 11
years old, but I was already in the throes of puberty, hormones and all,
and I'd been introduced to a whole new world of fun that I wanted to share
with my big brother.

When bedtime came, we went to our room, went through the usual nightly
routine, and waited, talking softly, until we were sure that everyone else
was asleep. There was a bit of a storm brewing outside, and we could hear
the rain pelting the windows. We listened to it, and just talked, I don't
really remember about what, but it was one of those times I felt closest to
Sean.

And then, the house was quiet, except for the rain, and I couldn't take it
any longer. I wriggled out of my pajamas, slam-dunked my underwear in the
hamper, and hopped onto Sean's bed. He just chuckled, and rubbed my
head. "You know we don't have to," he said.

"I know, Sean," I said, rolling my eyes. "You don't *always* have to say
that. I like it."

I was rubbing my hands all over his bare chest, feeling the light dusting
of hair. I looked in his eyes, and saw the love there. And his smile, it
seemed so...real. Since mum, Sean had taken on such responsibility, that
even when he was happy, even when he smiled, something was always held
back, like he couldn't really be a kid anymore. But when we were together,
like that, it was like the weight of the world slipped off his
shoulders. That's what I loved to see, why I loved watching him when we
"played" - Sean could just be himself, be really in the moment.

And that's right where I wanted him. I reached lower, inside his boxers,
and pulled out his stiffening member, stroking it up and down lightly as it
grew out of his shorts. I let go long enough to pull his boxers off, and
then began stroking again, as I lowered my mouth to taste his dick.

Over the previous couple months, I'd gotten more than a bit of practice at
giving Sean blowjobs. Looking back, I was far from great, I'm sure, but
what red-blooded fifteen-year-old wouldn't respond when his eleven-year-old
brother is sucking on his cock?

I watched him as I licked and sucked on the head of his dick, watching him
lean back and close his eyes as I took more of the shaft in my mouth - I
couldn't take a whole lot yet, but he definitely seemed to enjoy it. The
first time I'd done it (the day after he'd blown me for the first time),
I'd been a little afraid that it would be gross. But I found it wasn't so
bad, and I grew to want more. By now, I loved the way he tasted, a little
salty, a little sweaty - pure Sean. And I loved that I could make him
squirm.

As I applied more suction, licking the underside of his cockhead, I heard
him sigh. Sean put his hands on my head, stroking it, running his fingers
through my hair. I loved it when he did that, too. It was his way of
letting me know I was doing a good job, and it made me happy to make him so
happy. I smiled, and kept stroking his shaft as I sucked him.

It didn't take too long - he'd been saving it up for a couple days, I
knew. And I figured that would make what I had planned even better. We'd
talked enough about blowjobs that I knew I wanted to try something,
something I hoped would make it even better for him.

He started groaning softly, tugging down at my head just a little - gently,
not forcing me, not making me gag. I took what I could, and I sucked and
stroked him until his body tensed.

"Oh, Tim," he breathed, "I'm gonna shoot, pal. I'm gonna..."

Normally, I loved to watch him cum, and sometimes I made a game of how high
I could make him shoot. But not tonight. As Sean's cum surged through his
balls, I went down as far as I could, maybe about three inches, and felt
him explode in my mouth.

Sean had *no* idea I was going to do that, and he let out a long moan, as
his cum burst spewed into my mouth. I thought I was prepared for it, but it
was way too much for me. A couple shots went straight down my throat, and I
nearly gagged. I backed off, until just the head was in my mouth. More of
Sean's cum splashed on my tongue - I'd tasted it before, but not like this,
warm and creamy. It tasted like him, and smelled like him, and I liked
it. A lot. But he kept shooting, and I couldn't swallow fast enough. A lot
of Sean's cum spilled from my mouth, running down my chin, but I kept
sucking until I couldn't swallow anymore. Pulling off, the last two shots
landed on my face, and a few dribbles escaped, running down to wear my hand
still stroked his shaft.

Sean put his hands on my head, let out an uneasy breath, and said,
"Whoa. That...that was awesome, Tim."

I licked my hand and looked up at him, and he laughed. I bet I was a sight,
with my face covered in his cum. Licking my lips, I laughed, too. It had
been so cool!

Sean pulled me up close to him, both of us still laughing, and hugged
me. He leaned in, and whispered in my ear, "That was a *brillaint* birthday
gift, Eeyore."

I put my arms around his neck, he kissed me, licking the rest of his cum
from my chin and face. I giggled, feeling the little bit of stubble that
was growing on his cheeks. We kissed again, briefly, sweetly, and I put my
head on his chest.

After a couple minutes, Sean felt my boner pressing against his stomach,
and chuckled again. "We'll have to do something about that," he said.

He told me to turn around, and I did, sitting in his lap, leaning my head
back on his shoulder. I looked up into his brown eyes, he looked back into
my hazel-green ones, that soft, big-brother smile on his face. And then he
grasped my little cock, and started pumping. He gradually got faster, and I
sighed and leaned back further, bucking my hips a little, letting him
pleasure me.

I shuddered when I came, grabbing his hips, and he threw his arms around
me, riding the waves of my pleasure with me. When it was over, I kissed his
cheek, and he maneuvered us until we were on our sides. Sean spooned
against my back, pulled the covers up and wrapped his arm around me, slowly
rubbing my chest and shoulders.

"I love you, Sean," I said. "I really, really do."

He kissed the back of my head, and squeezed me gently. "I love you, too,
Timmy-O. Always, always."

We lay together like that, just enjoying the feeling of closeness, and
eventually we drifted off to sleep.

>From then on, most nights were like that for us. Sometimes, I'd suck Sean,
sometimes he'd suck me, sometimes both, with handjobs. It wasn't every
night, we weren't turning into sex fiends (not in my mind, at any
rate). Plenty of nights, we'd just be tired and fall asleep, though more
often than not, I'd sleep curled up next to Sean. But when there was
sex... oh, boy, it was one grand adventure, with no end in sight.

And our travels didn't end in Seattle, either. Life was about to get a lot
more interesting...

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Okay, maybe a little bit of a cliffhanger. I promise I'll try to get the
next chapter up soon. Sometimes, remembering all this... it can be hard to
get through, for various reasons, but good too. Thanks to everyone who's
written. If you'd like to drop me a line, my email addy is
patriotspectre@yahoo.com

Cheers!

Tim