Date: Wed, 11 May 2005 11:51:38 EDT
From: Wyzman34@aol.com
Subject: Brother 2 Brother Chapter 12

Brother 2 Brother

By Michael Martell


CHAPTER 12: Mohammed & Sonny, Kei & Jamal


        Sonny was running at me full speed. It was then that I realized
that Sonny moved like a beautiful stallion. His muscles taunt, his moves
graceful and powerful. It was a beautiful sight, a magnificent sight but
unfortunately I was not there to admire his beauty and grace. I moved out
of the counter at the last minute and Sonny went crashing chest first into
the turnbuckle. He spun around and I dropped him with a clothesline. He was
getting to his feet and I delivered a knee lift that stood him up and
dropped him back down. Sonny was in trouble now, just as I was only a mere
ten seconds ago. With a snarl and a sneer he charged me and I was ready
again as I delivered a scoop body slam only I picked him up too low and he
was able to slip out of my grip and slide down my back. I should not have
turned around but I did and the reason why was clear. Sonny drop kicked me
and it sent me flying and smashing down to my back on the mat with a loud
OOF! I rolled onto my stomach and tried to get to my feet before Sonny but
I wasn't fast enough. He whipped me into the ropes and caught me in a high
hip toss that sent me crashing on my back again.

	"ARRRRGH!" I said getting to my feet as my back protested. It was
then that Sonny hooked me in a suplex. Now I outweigh Sonny a little bit
and I was surprised that he got me up for a powerful suplex. He managed to
hold me in the air for a full 15 seconds before he brought me crashing down
onto my back and then he covered me for a pin attempt. I was down, I was
stunned but I wasn't out. I kicked out and slowly got to my feet. Sonny was
frustrated, that suplex was one of his specialities. I used the ropes to
get to my feet, Sonny was on me with several stiff forearm blows to my
back. He spun me around, whipped me across the ring but I was ready and
pivoted on my right foot and reversed him into the ropes. When Sonny came
off I hooked him under his left arm and around his neck with my right
arm. I pulled up on his trunks and leaped into the arm and together we
landed with a thunderous slam. Me in control of Sonny as he landed back
first. The air escaped from him as I covered him for the pin. 1...2...3! It
was over. I had pinned him. As I got to my feet, I looked at Sonny, who was
getting up, albeit a bit slowly. As I asked if he was okay someone started
clapping their hands. Sonny and I looked to see Miller walking into the XWF
training dojo. He liked what he saw. He complimented us on the match in
general and me in particular. I was concerned about ring rust, that's when
you have been out of the ring for a long amount of time. Wrestling is a
business and sport where being in the ring constantly keeps you in shape
and in ring ready as well as keeping you in the eye of the public that
basically pays your salary.

	There was very short notice for my return to the ring and the
XWF. Miller called me two days before with a situation. Apparently Mack
Truck, who was in a feud against Sonny had torn some muscles in his knee
that needed to be repaired thus putting him out of action for at the
minimum 6 months. Miller needed someone to fill in for Mack Truck. Someone
who could bring in a big house and big reactions. He wanted me to wrestle
against Sonny in a major feud. Since I had been out for some time Miller
wanted me to sneak attack Sonny wearing a mask. My identity would be
concealed until the upcoming pay per view and that would be a shocker. It
sounded great to both Sonny and I and we both jumped at the chance. But it
required us to immediately fly up to Philadelphia to the XWF headquarters
and then to be on the road for a week setting everything up. Which in
itself was short notice to set up things for a pay per view coming up in a
month but Miller is anything if not a master of the art of
promotions. Sonny and I talked with Miller about what we would be doing
tonight for the TV taping, which was basically going to be the sneak attack
by the `mystery masked man' that would then kick off a whirlwind of events
that would get the fans involved. Since it was well known that Mack was out
of the picture it there would be all types of speculation about the masked
man but Miller was certain that no one would put me as being the masked man
considering the last time the fans had seen me I was one of the number one
`hero' of the XWF fans and a close ally of Sonny, closer than what they
actually were aware.

	After Miller left Sonny jumped in the shower while I called to
check up on the boys. Since we had to leave so soon I didn't have time to
arrange for anyone to check in on them, which Sonny thought was useless
since they were both old enough and mature enough to be home alone for a
week. What Sonny said was true but there was a part of me that just wanted,
needed to know that everything was going to be okay. Part of it was the
fact that I had almost lost my son and this was the longest I had been away
from him since the accident but another part of me wasn't keen on Kei and
Jamal being along together. The phone had rang six times, which was plenty
of time for someone to answer the phone unless they were outside or in the
pool. By the tenth ring I hung up the phone. I wondered where they were and
I had to stop doing that. At least Jamal wasn't alone and if something did
happen there was someone there who could call for help or get in touch with
me. I hung up the phone and heading back into the locker room, where I
could still hear the shower running. I grabbed my shower things, stripped
naked and joined Sonny in the shower. What ever preoccupation I had about
my son and Kei vanished when my eyes landed on Sonny's magnificent
body. Even soaking wet and covered in soap he was still the sexiest man
walking. I was staring at him as if It was the very first time I had ever
seen him. He looked back at me and gave me that smile that I love.

	"What?" Sonny asked, wearing that smile. I moved closer to wear he
was and he moved towards me. There was no need for words nor talking, we
each knew well what the other was thinking, wanted and felt. I wrapped my
arms around his waist as he moved into a kiss, a deep kiss. A passionate
kiss. Sonny pressed his body closer to mine and as his hands moved up and
down my naked, wet back I could feel out dicks, hard and jockeying for
position. Our hips rocked and grinded against each other and it felt
great. To say that I have never felt love like this before would be saying
a lot. Even with Brett, it was never like this. Sonny is more than just my
companion, spouse or whatever. He is my friend, my confidante, he is my
heart and soul. I can see us sitting on the porch as two old men watching
our grandchildren play in the front yard. Sonny is the man I will grow old
with and be with until death we do part.

	"OOOOH" I moaned as Sonny began kissing and sucking my right
nipple. It felt too good and I love the way he sucks my nipples. My eyes
were closed tight as the warm water from the shower and his mouth sent me
places. My dick twitched and jumped as he sucked on nipple then the
next. He moved down my body and I knew what he was going to do and I didn't
care that we were in the shower in the locker room and that anyone could
just stroll on in and catch us.

	"MY GOD!" I said as Sonny took my dick in his mouth and began
sucking it like his life depended on it. His tongue was teasing and
wrapping around my dick as he sucked harder and harder, faster and
faster. I held his head firmly as I fucked his mouth, driving my dick deep
into his mouth. It felt so good. I could hardly concentrate on anything. If
someone walked in now I would not care. I was feeling myself ready to
cum. I pulled out of his mouth causing a `popping' sound. I wanted to fuck
him right then and there but we didn't have a condom and I damn sure didn't
want to get busted trying to bust a nut.

	"Sonny," I said trying to steady myself, "We better get back to the
hotel."

	"No, I can't wait, Mohammed," Sonny said as he stroked my dick,
"Let's do it now. Right here."

I shook my head but I wanted to so bad. "Sonny...we don't have any
condoms...we could get caught."

Sonny smiled, "Fuck all that, I want you now."

Sonny kissed me so hard and as he did he pressed against the shower
wall. We kissed there for what seemed like forever. He then slowly turned
his body and began grinding his tight, hot ass against my dick, which was
ready to explode. Sonny leaned his entire back against me and I could feel
him taking my dick in his hands and guided my dick into his tight hot
ass. It felt good, it felt damn good...no it was, as my son would say, off
the chain. It had been so long since I fucked anyone without a condom, the
last time produced my son. Even if I wanted to I couldn't pull out, Sonny
had everything locked down and it felt too good to pull out. Besides, Sonny
and I both tested HIV negative just three months ago.

	"OOOOH..." Sonny moaned, "OOOOh Mo-Mo...it feels so good,"

	"Yeah...OH YEAH!" I moaned as I slammed into his ass. My mind was
going crazy. He felt so good. I could see why brothers were barebacking, it
was risky but it was oooh sooo damn good. Allah forgive me but at that
point I was like damn condoms. I gyrated and penetrated his ass with long
strokes.

	"Fuck me Mo-Mo...FUCK ME!"

The fact that someone could walk in on yes made it even that much more
exciting. I gripped the sides of his firm ass as he bent over to touch his
toes. My dick moved in so smooth and easy. It was nice and warm. That ass
was hot. My baby had the best ass in the world and it was all mine. All
damn mine. Our moans and groans filled the shower. Flesh making that
slapping sound added to our sexy noises. I loved Sonny with all my heart
and soul and body and I told him with each thrust. He told me the same
thing as he backed his ass up taking all that I had to give him.

	"Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn!" I muttered as with each stroke and
drive I was getting closer to the climax that I knew was going to be mind
bending and mind blowing.

	"fuck me daddy, fuck me daddy, fuuuuuuck me!" Sonny called out
still bent over clutching his ankles. It was the sexiest thing I had ever
seen. Sonny bent over and my dick sliding in and out of his ass.

	"Oh yeah, ah shit, ah shit...I'm cumming..." The words barely left my
lips as I exploded in his ass followed by a moan from Sonny as his dick
spit out cum all over the shower floor. We were wet with sweat and
water. Our bodies were exhausted. I wanted to hold him and not move forever
but we didn't have that luxury. We had made a mess and before we left we
cleaned up thoroughly and completely. We took another quick rinse off
shower, dressed and headed back to the hotel. When we got to the room we
barely were in the door before we were at it again but there was no
rushing, no worrying about anyone walking in on us. It was slow and easy
and like in the shower, without a condom. We came together again and this
time held each other until we drifted off to sleep. As I drifted off to
sleep I realized that I was happy and in love and for the first time in a
very long time I was finally content. I had no worries, no concerns.


	There was no time like now in getting things in motion. He knew
that Jamal was curious, damn curious and he was going to let the curiousity
reveal itself. What Jamal needed was something that would drop those walls
of inhabition, something that would free him up to express the
feelings. Kei closed his eyes as he stroked his dick feverishly as he
thought of the image of Jamal's naked sexy body, his handsome face. He
remembered how Jamal's dick felt in his hand that night he touched it when
they fell asleep watching music videos and the several times afterwards. It
was driving him crazy. He wanted to hook up with Jamal so bad. When their
dad's told them they both were going to be away Kei knew he had to act on
the opportunity. He felt himself about to cum and he stopped jacking his
dick and composed himself. He wanted to be horny when they went out, he was
taking Jamal out. He made a few friends downtown and the word is that `The
Warehouse' was the place to be 24/7. The old heads had hung out at Da City
and that was fine but the young, fine thuggish cats were at `The
Warehouse'. The brothas at `The Warehouse' were unclockable, masculine,
thugged out and PHINE. Kei had been there a few times, hooked up with a
couple of cats there but they weren't about shit and he had his sights on
Jamal. Jamal was who and what he wanted. Kei checked his appearance in the
mirror one more time. He was wearing a pair of black studded Pelle Pelle
jeans, a black short sleeve jersey style shirt over his white wife-beater
and his tanned Timbs set it all off. His hair had been freshly corn-rowed,
his goatee and mustache were all freshly trimmed as well. He and Jamal had
been out most of the day buying shit and getting ready for tonight. Kei
kept the fact about what `The Warehouse' really was to himself. Jamal knew
that it was the place to go and hang out and where two underage cats could
get their drink on. He was pleased with his look. Kei picked up the remains
of his joint and light it again and inhaled three good lungs full until
there was nothing left to smoke. He smiled, it was time to check up on
Jamal.

	Jamal knew his father would fall out if he saw what he was
wearing. His dad was not big on the whole urban/hip-hop fashion and up
until they went out shopping, Jamal could take it or leave it. But now as
he looked at his reflection he liked it. He liked it a lot. Kei had picked
out much of what Jamal had bought. He was had selected a pair of Rocawear
jeans, a bit oversized, and a blue Rocawear pull over shirt. He was proud
of himself and his look. He heard the door opened and smiled when Kei
walked in but the smile faded when he saw the frown on Kei's face.

	"What's wrong?" Jamal asked.

Kei pointed, "What the fuck are you wearing?"

Jamal looked at what he had on, "What we bought at the store."

Kei shook his head, "Nah man, you got the look wrong. The jeans are cool
but let's try a different shirt," Kei approached Jamal and went to remove
his shirt. Jamal stepped back. "What up with you?"

         "Nothing man," Jamal said, "I can take off my own shirt."

         "Damn, forgive me," Kei said putting his hands up. He watched as
Jamal removed his shirt. Jamal's chocolate brown torso was sexy as hell. He
wanted to suck those nipples just once.

         "So what do I wear?" Jamal asked.

Kei shook his head again. "Damn, relax man," Kei said. He reached into his
pocket and pulled out his plastic baggy with three joints in it. He pulled
out one and handed it to Jamal. "Burn this tree and you will calm down."

Jamal took the joint, "I'm calm, man."

	"Man smoke that, you gotta be cool as ice when we hit the warehouse
and you gotta look like something when we roll up in there," Kei said as he
went to Jamal's closet. Jamal lit up the joint and inhaled. Kei pulled out
a blue Enyce shirt and tossed it at Jamal. "get one of those white
wife-beaters and it put that shirt on over it. Don't button it up...keep it
open, you want them to see the wife beater and your abs, son." Kei smiled
as he watched Jamal dress himself. Kei's dick was hard as a rock as he
watched him. Damn, that nigga was sexy as hell. They both shared the joint
and then headed out.

	The Warehouse was wide open and thumping. Kei and Jamal got in past
the bouncer at the door with no problem and were at the bar ordering two
Incredible Hulks. Jamal was feeling good. He was feeling great, a little
buzzed and loose. The joints he had earlier were working overtime and the
the Hulk on an empty stomach was working fast. Jamal looked around as the
music thumped and played. He wanted to dance and as he looked around that
was when he realized there were no women around, all men and the men were
dancing with each other. Damn, he was in a gay club.

	"Kei, you motherfucker!" Jamal said, "This is a gay club,"

Kei smiled. It was on now.

	"Why didn't you tell me we were going to a gay club?" Jamal
demanded to know.

	"Would you have come if I said that?" Kei asked.

	"I don't know...I mean, I don't have problems with gay people...I
mean my dad and your dad are together and your gay..."

	"So what the problem?" Kei asked.

Jamal looked around. He didn't have an response. Everyone seemed cool, no
one was all over him. The music was great and he was enjoying the drink and
the atmosphere. Was there really a problem? Jamal shook his head and Kei
smiled.

	"Jay," Kei said, "Don't worry about things up in here. These are
cool brothas chillin and enjoyin each other. Is there anything wrong with
that?"

	"Hey dude," Kei and Jamal looked up to see the handsome face of the
light skinned, bald headed bartender looking at them. They got nervous,
figuring the deal was up. Instead the bartender placed two more Incredible
Hulks in front of them.

	"We didn't order anymore drinks." Kei said.

	"Yo dude, someone bought them for you two," The Bartender indicated
down to the far end of the bar. A brotha was sitting down there looking at
them. It was dark in the club so it was hard to make out who it was. Kei
picked up one of the drinks and took a big gulp. Jamal followed suit. After
two Incredible Hulks and the previous joints both Kei and Jamal were
feeling right. Before long they were on the dance floor with everyone else
getting hot and sweaty as they moved with the music. Kei kept moving closer
and closer to Jamal occasionally touching him on his arms, his chest, his
hard ass and each time Jamal did nothing to stop him. At on point Kei had
his hands on Jamal's chest for several minutes before Jamal moved them and
that was only because he left the dance floor to get another drink. Kei
joined him at the bar.

	"Damn," Jamal said, "that DJ is slammin!" Jamal said.

	"DJ N-Sane is his name," Kei offered.

	"Well, he's insane," Jamal replied.

	"You having fun?" Kei asked.

	"Ahhh shit, it's the bomb," Jamal answered. "Thanks for bringing me
out here man," To Kei's surprise, Jamal hugged him and held him tight. They
remained in the embrace and Kei knew that Jamal had to feel his hard dick
pressing against him. "Kei, you are...you have..." Kei planted a kiss on
Jamal and Jamal kissed him back. They stood at the bar kissing each other
down, their hands roamed and groped all over each other. Jamal's mind was
going a million miles a minute. He knew he liked kissing Kei. He had always
wondered if he was gay but he had never really met anyone that he was
attracted to until Kei appeared on his father's door step. Jamal found Kei
very attractive, sexy...very sexy.

	"Wow kid," Kei said, "You kiss good,"

Jamal smiled, "That's the first time I ever kissed another man,"

Kei laughed, "You lying,"

	"I'm not," Jamal replied. He closed his eyes as Kei kissed him
again. When the kiss ended he opened his eyes to see Kei smiling. "What?"

	"I've been wanting to kiss you since we first met."

	"Me too,"

	"Let's go home," Kei said, "we can kiss and do other things in
private."

Jamal agreed and followed Kei out of the club.

	The guy that bought Kei and Jamal drinks earlier had been watching
them but not because he was attracted to them, though they were sexy
motherfuckers. The reason he was watching them was because he thought he
recognized one of them and the more he watched them the more he was sure he
knew the brother. It wasn't until they left the club and he was outside in
better lighting when he realized that he did know the young brother. A
smile formed on his face, how lucky for him. He hadn't been back in town
from his trip to the ATL a good hot minute and on a whim he went to the
Warehouse instead of Da City and what does he see? Jamal Moyenda kissing
some fine ass Latin or Island brotha. Dalziel was glad he had his camera
phone with him, no one would believe this shit. He was walking back to his
car thinking that it was true that the apple doesn't fall far from the
tree. That reminded him. He dialed Brett's cellphone number. After two
rings Brett answered.

	"Hello Brett, this is Dalziel," He said. There was a pause then a
barriage of harsh words and curses from him but Dalziel stayed on the line
through it all. "You done?"

	"You are the last motherfucker I want to talk to." Brett snapped.

	"Fine, you don't want to make money...that's fine. I know you not
modeling right now." Dalziel said, "So you must be trickin to make ends
meet,"

	"You don't know shit," Brett snapped.

	"I know I can hook you up and help you make some good coin,"

Brett laughed, "I know what that shit is about. No thank you,"

	"Fine. That's cool." Dalziel said, "need younger cats anyway. Hey,
what about your ex's kid?"

	"Jamal? You have lost your mind. Jamal wouldn't get involved with
your bullshit. He's straight for starters."

	"Yeah? Well this boyfriend is gayer than a motherfucker." Dalziel
replied.

	"You lying, Dalziel,"

	"I don't need to lie. I bought both the motherfuckers a drink at
the club and I watched them tonguing down on the dance floor. I watched
them walk out like they were going off to do the damn thing."

	"I don't believe you and if I did, it's not my business anymore."
Brett said.

	"Fine, I guess I'll handle my business without you."

	"Dalziel, you leave him alone," Brett said

	"Fuck you. I thought it wasn't your business. Bye bitch." Dalziel
hung up as he had an idea. That motherfuckin' kid was going to help him get
some revenge. He still remembered that motherfuckin' Mohammed holding a gun
on him after beating his ass when he walked in on him and Brett. Forget
Brett, he was going to get him some get back. He flipped open his camera
phone and pulled up the picture he got of Jamal with the other
brother. Yeah, he had an idea that the next star of DaTurnOut.com was going
to be Jamal. Yeah, he would get back at Mohammed by going through the son.

	Jamal couldn't believe what was happening and Kei couldn't believe
it was happening. They were laying in the bed naked, kissing and touching
and exploring each other's body. Jamal had never had another man touch his
body, kiss him, suck his dick. It felt great. Kei knew what he was
doing. Jamal was more than a mouthful. Kei's gag reflex was making it hard
to suck Jamal's monster dick which seemed to be bigger than he
remembered. On the way home they talked about what they were going to do
and what they were into. Jamal had no idea what to expect but he knew what
he was curious about and what he wanted to try. He still couldn't believe
it was going to happen.

	"Ahhhhhhh...oooooh god...yeah...yeah..." Jamal moaned as Kei sucked his
dick. He couldn't begin to describe the feeling but it was 100 times better
than jacking off.

	"You like that?" Kei asked between suckings.

	"Yeah, don't stop...please don't stop," Jamal pleaded. Kei went back
to work sucking Jamal's dick. As he sucked Jamal's dick he gently played
with Jamal's nuts and teased his asshole. Jamal wiggled when he did
that. Kei figured he liked it and kept on doing it. He moved off Jamal's
dick and began licking and finally sucking Jamal's balls.

	"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Jamal cried out as Kei sucked his balls and
jacked his dick. The change up caused Jamal to explode cum all over Kei's
hand and his own stomach.

	"Damn!" Kei chuckled as he looked at his hand, "that was some nut,"

	"I'm sorry man," Jamal said breathing heavily, "I couldn't hold
it."

Kei smiled as he gave Jamal a kiss. "It's okay. It's good we got that
out. Now we can do it nice and slow."

	"What are we going to do?" Jamal asked, excited and nervous. Kei
understood what he was feeling. He understood it and remembered his own
first time.

	"What ever we do, we gonna take it slow," Kei said. Jamal was a
virgin, he had to be careful.

	"This is my...I'm..."

	"Sssssh," Kei said as he kissed Jamal again. This was something not
to be rush but he also was anxious to get it started as well. He sighed as
he felt Jamal's tentative hands move down his body and touch his hard dick
and slowly started jacking it. It felt good. Too good. To his own shock and
amazement he came within a few strokes. "Damn!"

	"I guess we both had to get it out of us," Jamal said with a smile.

	"Yeah," Kei sighed as he kissed Jamal softly. "Oh hell yeah,"


To be Continued


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