Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2001 19:38:55 -0800 (PST)
From: P H <phuffman72@yahoo.com>
Subject: We will be brothers 2

Note:	All political references are fictional.

We Will Be Brothers II

As the cab inched its way through traffic, Calloway thought of the changes
that had occurred since Graham's arrival.  He thought of the day the
Assistant to the Fed Chairman had called for an interview.  He thought of
the days that followed and the rigorous inquiries that took place with his
friends, neighbors, school friends, and family - yes Graham had pulled it
off smoothly.  Too smoothly.  On this day, after being appointed as a
Junior Economist by the Federal Reserve, he finally met the chairman.  The
only comment was in reference to an outstanding paper written while at
Georgetown.  Calloway knew how that paper got out.  How to deal with it...

The cab stopped at the apartment and Cal leapt out and bounded up the
stairs.  He didn't see Graham right away but the smell of grilling tuna led
him to the kitchen and back porch.

"Hey Cal!" said Graham excitedly.  "Dinner's 'bout ready.  Are you hungry?"
He asked.

"Starved," replied Cal.  "I didn't get any lunch today.  I met him today."

Graham looked stunned.  "How was it," he asked?

"It was brief but he commented on the paper I wrote.  Said it was a 'fine
piece."

Graham still looked stunned.  He was about to mutter something when Cal
interrupted.

"You sent that paper didn't you, Graham?"  Cal sounded perturbed and tried
everything to hide his excitement.  Graham removed the fish from the grill
without saying a word.

"I'm not mad," said Cal.

"Why would you be?" asked Graham as he breezed by Cal with the plate.  The
door slammed shut behind him.

Cal entered the kitchen behind him.  "It was a dangerous thing to do.  It
could have caused us trouble," Cal said calmly.

Graham set the plate down and leaned back on the counter.  "Cal, you have
done everything for me.  You deserve more than answering to those morons at
that company.  You have to move ahead and set the table for yourself.  I
just gave a push.  You would have waited too long."  He eased up to Cal and
put his arms around him.  Cal reciprocated.

"Cal," said Graham, "this thing with us won't last forever.  This society
would run us out of town if they knew.  We'll have different lives at some
point."  Graham was almost whispering.  "I have to know I did something to
change your life as you did mine."

Graham's hair was brushing Cal's neck.  Cal whispered back.  "You changed
your own life by coming here.  I was prepared to do everything for you.  It
has always been about you.  I never thought you would be able to do
anything for me.  I never expected..." Cal was interrupted by lips on his.

As their tongues fought harder and bodies squeezed tighter, Cal pulled away
and led Graham into the living room.  He sat on the couch as Graham stood
above him silently.  In a single motion, Cal pulled the belt away and
unsnapped Graham's pants letting them fall to the ground.  Graham's rock
solid hard on stood up to attention.  Cal took the piece into his mouth.
The familiar taste of his brother glazed his tongue.  He worked the cock in
and out until Graham let out a pant.  Cal pulled away as Graham's cock
twitched in front of him

"Why did you stop?" asked Graham hardly able to catch his breath.

"I have made love to you so many times.  I felt like such a big man that I
forgot that you were as much of one.  Tonight I want you to take me.  You
deserve that."

Graham was in and out of the bathroom in a flash.  Entering the living room
fully prepared, he saw Cal laying back on the couch stripped and legs
parted.  He lay down on top of him and kissed him as deeply as possible.
Their bodies grinded.  Cal's hands caressed Graham's back and ass.  In
moments, Graham entered Cal.  It was tight and Cal flinched in pain.

"I'm sorry - it hurts doesn't it?" asked Graham.

"I can take it - do it.  Put it in all the way!" demanded Cal.  Cal's legs
lifted and Graham thrusted one good time.  It was so tight he could hardly
move.

"Graham," hissed Cal, "this is your moment.  Give me the best you've got."
Graham looked down at Cal and with a warm stare, started moving in and out
of Cal slowly.  He began thrusting faster and harder.  Cal was begging
silently.

"Damn Graham!" screamed Cal.  "I have never...this is the most...I
can't...I can't..." Unable to finish a statement, Cal tightened his arms
around Graham and whispered into his ear, "I'm cumming right now."  Cum
spurted out of Cal shot after shot in the purest orgasm.  His ass gripped
Graham so tightly he couldn't move.

Cal pulled out and removed the condom just in time hose Cal down
completely.  Cum smacked Cal in the face and soaked his chest.  Heaving and
gasping, he fell down on top of Cal. The smell of cum filled the air.
"Thank you" was all that Graham could utter.

After dinner and after an embraced sleep, the morning came.  Cal slipped
down into the covers and found a semi erect cock waiting for him.  He took
Graham's dick into his mouth and played with the head with his tongue.  As
his cock hardened, his curve formed perfectly.  He could feel the tensing
and pulsing.  Graham's legs spread as the warmth of Cal's mouth coated his
cock.  Cal held his balls lightly as he worked the penis with all that he
could.  His head was bobbing up and down and Graham's dick entered
smoothly.  As his body stiffened, and his cock grew, Cal felt his brother's
cum flood his mouth.  He swallowed the load completely.

"Aah," was all Graham gasped.

Cal sat down on the bed.  It was 6:30.  "They're sending a car to pick me
up this morning. The conference, in Maryland, today."  Cal smiled half
asleep.  Cal kissed him and slipped out of the door.

Graham had endured three hours of lectures and had finished lunch at the
student center.  He sat by the fountain, which was dry in the winter with
friends and talked and laughed.  The conversation was interrupted as nearly
every person passed by waved and greeted Cal.  His popularity remained
unchanged.  He was pleased that this time, it was the smart guys and girls
waving at him.  A few party animals stopped and spoke as well.

Just as he was about to leave, two black cars stopped at the Center and two
men got out of one and approached Graham and his friends.

"This can't be good," said Christopher.  He father worked in Congress.  He
knew the look and posture.

The men approached and waved badges at Graham.  "You are Graham Burton,"
said the one man definitely.

"Yes.  What do you need?" asked Graham.  His friends were silent but
remained present.

"We're security officers with the Federal Reserve.  Your brother was
traveling in a motorcade this morning to Maryland.  A runaway truck off of
the beltway hit the official car in which he rode.  The cars were provided
by Secret Service and were armored but it was a serious accident.  The
situation is critical.

Whereas Graham felt like speech was impossible, he was able to ask "And my
brother?"

"He was alive the last we heard.  We have come to escort you to Cedars
where you will meet you mother and father.  Please come with us."  The man
took Graham lightly by the shoulder and led him to the back seat.  As
Graham put his head against the back seat, he immediately regretted some of
his words the night before.

As Graham was led through the private entrance of the hospital, he followed
a corridor to an elegant room.  He parents were standing there motionless.
As he entered, his mother rushed over to him and hugged him.

"How is he?" he asked desperately.

"We don't know," she said quietly.  She was a strong woman and had been a
good mother under difficult situations.  His father came over and placed
his hand on Graham's head.

"Son," he said as his hand slipped down over Graham's tears and onto his
shoulder, "You have changed your life so drastically, we hardly know to act
around you.  You're doing so well."  Graham expected a bomb with a setup
like that.

"It gives your mother and I great satisfaction to see what you're becoming.
You two boys have turned to each other for comfort and security because I
have done so little to encourage you."  Slowly he continued, "I am so
sorry."

For the first time Graham recognized a tone from his father that wasn't
directed to a constituent.  He filled up with some feeling that could not
be described but he knew he was in a position to show them what he was made
of.  Taking charge would no longer be a problem.

As the three stood speechless after the father's statement, the door opened
and a small-framed doctor entered.  "Mr. Burton, you can see your son.  He
will not be unconscious for a quite some time but you can see him.  The
internal damage was significant.  We will have to be patient.

The family swept from the room.

Stay tuned as Graham enters school politics and plays dirty pool.