Date: Fri, 2 Feb 2001 18:36:22 -0800 (PST)
From: P H <phuffman72@yahoo.com>
Subject: We will be brothers...

	The phone call was mysterious.  I hadn't heard from Graham in
several months.  We were very close as brothers, more so when we were
younger.  I am 23 and he is 19.  While I decided to gain my experience and
independence in the corporate world, he was gaining his experience running
around with friends.  As I was the masculine, handsome brother, he was
little cutie in the family.  With his sandy blond hair parted with the
cowlick on his forehead, everyone just fell over when he came around.  They
just cooed about my stability.  He said he would be here 3 p.m. and now its
4 p.m.!  Typical.
	The doorbell...finally.
	I opened the door and there he was in all his beauty.  "Graham", I
said, "where the hell have you been?"  He came in eyeing the surroundings.
The apartment was in Georgetown and was more than suitable for a young guy
such as myself.
	"This place is the Fuck Cal" he smirked with his boyish charm, "or
is it CaloWAY, now?"
	Getting straight to the point, I told him to take a seat in the
living room while I got us some drinks.
	I came in the room and noticed him plopped down in the leather
chair.  He looked exhausted and I was worried but could not show it.
That's where he got your weakness.  I leaned over and gave him a coke.
"Graham, I have missed you so much, what's been going on?"  I asked.
	"You sound like Father," he commented.
	"I am not your father, Graham.  I used to be your brother and was
awfully glad of that.  You take off without a word to anyone and none of us
know what to think.  Mom and Dad look to me to keep up with you and I seem
to be failing these days."  I sat on the couch across from him.
	He came over and sat by me and looked right at me.  "You think I
need money don't you?" he asked.
	"Do you?" I responded.
	"No, I don't.  I don't spend as much as you think.  Those guys I
run around with don't have expensive tastes.  All they want is a big party.
They find them without my help."  He rolled his eyes sarcastically.
	"For whatever reason you have come here, I'm glad.  Go upstairs and
drop your bags off.  We'll go out to eat."  I smiled to let him know I
meant what I said.
	"Cal," he said seriously, "don't call the parents and tell them I'm
here.  I only want to see you this weekend."  He headed right up the stairs
and I heard his bags drop with a thump.  An hour later, he came down in a
navy cashmere blazer and khakis.  Damn that boy looked great.  I made sure
the car was out front.
	"Where are we going?" he asked.  "I got a place I like.  We can
talk."
	Dinner was great.  We didn't talk seriously, however.  The
conversation was fun and lighthearted.  I enjoyed it immensely.  The heart
of his problem would surface soon enough so I didn't push.  We came home
with a strong buzz.  Wine turned to beer from a nice restaurant to a pool
hall.  Typical - for Graham.
	We planted ourselves on the sofa and loaded some music in the CD.
He placed his head back on the couch and looked at the ceiling.
	"I told you I wanted to see just you this weekend, remember? He
asked.  "Of course, and I honored your request.  What's bothering you?" I
asked knowing it was coming.
	"Remember when we were kids and we used to hide up on the third
floor in those rooms we didn't use?  We played, chased each other and told
secrets?" he asked with nostalgia?
	"Good Lord," I said to myself, "he's become reflective!"
	"Yeah - I remember well.  Those were good days."
	"You promised me," he said, "that no matter what you would always
be there for me."
	"I am.  It always been about you Graham," I said with absolution.
	"I need you Cal.  I'm running out - of steam that is.  I'm sick of
people and parties and slackers.  I don't have a damn thing to brag about
and not one real person who cares about me."  This was bad I thought.
	"Graham, I told you what to expect with that kind of lifestyle.
This is not a 'told you so but it is."  He looked right at me.  "It was
easy for me to retreat and proceed on a schedule.  You know my lifestyle
could not be made public.  Whatever it was that pissed you off and caused
you to runaway would bring you home eventually."  I paused to let him
absorb what I was saying.
	"I know, I know," he said admittingly.  "The speeches all are
warranted but I know everything you're about to say."
	"Are you growing up?" I asked jokingly.
	"I don't know if I'm growing up but I'm getting smarter.  I want
you to help me get into school here.  I want to...  I put my fingers over
his mouth as he leaned over and put his head on my shoulder.  I put my arm
around him and settled in for a bit.  It was so comfortable with him
leaning on me.  Affection was not one of my strong suits.  Being gay in a
straight man's world was very hard for me.
	He looked at me with softest eyes and his messy hair and those days
playing on the third floor came back in a different light.  I said to him,
"You have always been the most beautiful kid and the one person who never
bored me.  I won't take care of you but if you need a home, you got one
right here."  He kissed me on the cheek.
	I was inside out!  He kissed me on the cheek.  Affection!  What do
I do now?  "Damn!"  I screamed.  He looked startled.  He put his finger
over my mouth and soon after replaced it with his lips.  I accepted this.
I never felt anything so good.  His tongue was running wild in my mouth and
all I could do was pull him closer.  He straddled me and held on to my
face.  All I could do was taste his breath and savor the warm soft lips
sucking on mine.
	He broke and looked into me.  "I love you Cal.  I have never loved
anyone else," he said softly.
	"I love you too, Graham.  I have never said that to anyone but you.
You said you didn't understand this lifestyle.  What changed?"
	"I woke up a few weeks ago in some hotel and you were stirring in
my head and in my shorts.  I wanted you right there that minute.  I went
crazy for two days - until I called.  I waited a week to be sure it was
definite.  I love you Cal and there is no one who can be anything to me."
	I had never heard such words before.  I lifted him off of me and
lead him upstairs.  Once in my room, our clothes came off without
hesitation.  He eased up to me softly. His head was tilted slightly left
and his eyes were closed.  He put his arms around my neck.  His cock curved
up to his hairless navel.  It rubbed against mine.  We kissed.  No further
description necessary.
	He sank down and without notice went down on my dick.  My head flew
back in amazement.  He worked it in and out of his mouth.  His tongue
swirled and his lips gripped.
	"Shit Graham! You are the one.  You're the one I want to be with!"
I screamed.
	He came back up.  I looked into his face, "Are you ready for this
life?"  I whispered.
	He nodded yes.  "Take me right now," he begged.
	I dropped him on the bed and settled on top of him.  We kissed and
held each other.  Our bodies grinded.  The feeling could not be described.
	I grabbed open the drawer to the nightstand and grabbed my lube.  I
glazed my dick while he lifted his legs.  I went back down on him and
placed my cock at his entrance.
	"I want you to fuck me with all you've got, Cal.  I want all of you
all that you can give me," he said.
	I slowly and gently eased my cock into him.  He took 7 1/2 inches
like a man.  He was beautiful. His eyes were gleaming at me.
	I rested for a moment and started to buck.  His legs closed around
my wait.  I started to fuck, slowly then faster.  Our bodies began to
sweat.  He was panting.  I was gasping.
	"I love you Cal.  Fuck me harder!  He hissed.
	"Graham!  Oh Graham!  God I love being in you.  You feel so good."
I was panting like a madman.  "Aw fuck, your ass is so good!"  He smiled up
at me.  I sank my tongue into his mouth and my dick into his ass.  I fucked
with short quick strokes and his body quivered.  I was about to come.
	"Its time.  I'm cumming in you right now," I whispered in his ear.
	"Do it right now," he responded.  My body froze; it was almost like
being suspended in time.  Nothing.  No movement, no sound.  It happened.
The floodgates were opened.  My cum shot into him.  Over and over it
spurted.  His body was shaking.  I pulled out of him and went down on his
cock.  He shot his cum down my throat.  My first load and it was my
brother's.  He lay completely motionless while he pumped his jizz into me.
	I lifted off him.  His arms wrapped around me, his legs parted
again.  My cock plunged back into without any effort.
	"Again Cal, Do it again,' he said.  I fucked him again.  Slowly.
In. Out.  So slow.  We kissed and whispered to each other.  It didn't last
10 minutes.  I shot another load into him.
	His legs dropped in exhaustion.  His arms fell to his side.  He
closed his eyes and breathed out finally.  I laid down beside him and held
him so close.
	"We will be brothers," I told him, "like none other. "