Date: Tue, 27 Jul 2004 23:58:31 EDT
From: Wyzman34@aol.com
Subject: Brother 2 Brother Chapter 4


Brother  2 Brother
By  Michael Martell

Chapter  Four: Sean

It's  been a year since the rape, my rape, and the road to recovery has been
one  filled with heartache, agony, hatred, pain and now finally acceptance. I
guess I  should explain acceptance. Acceptance for me means acknowledging the
fact of the  rape, no longer blaming and being angry with myself and my
situation for the  rape. Accepting that I survived it and that there is nothing I can
't do if I  want. Accepting the fact that it was time to move forward, to
stop being afraid  of the shadows and start living again. I have to give credit
to the group  sessions, to Dr. Segars, the brothers in the group and ofcourse,
Matthew, who  has been a close friend.
The one thing that  happened that helped me move forward was when my brother,
Shane, attended one of  the sessions. I have to tell you I was nervous about
him being there but I also  knew he wanted to support me. It was tough for him
to say the least to hear  about what happened to me as well as the others and
what I had been going  through, on my very own. The fear, the shame, the
trauma. He heard it all and  with each word he heard I could see the pain in his
face, heart and soul. When  it was all over he stood up and gave me a hug and
together we cried like we  never had before. It was something we both needed.
It was a tough year for the  both of us and it was time for us both to let go
and let  God.
The one  thing that did feel good was going back to work fulltime. Since the
rape I had  been working half days and Compu-Tech, my  six year employer and
one of the largest computer analyst firms in the  state, had been very
understanding and accomadating. My immediate supervisor,  Chip Stevenson is a big,
barrel chested southern white man. He was thirty five  years old with gray
streaked blond hair, who sounded like Andy Taylor from the  Andy Griffith show. He
knew I was gay, as did most of my co-workers, and he knew  how the rape had
effected me, it seemed that his daughter was had been raped.  Ryan Evans, the
asst. division manager was also accommodating and concerned  about my well being.
Ryan was thirty years old, he stood six foot five in height  and was a well
muscled 225 lbs with long jet black hair worn in a ponytail. He  had an olive
complexion which made me wonder if he was mixed with something like  Latino,
black, asian or arab maybe. Chip and Ryan made sure that nothing  happened to my
job, which I was damn good...no...great at, Sean Jackson, Computer  Specialist
and Supervisor. Both Chip and Ryan paid me a visit at home a few  weeks after
the rape and they both assured me that my job was safe and that I  could take
all the time that I wanted and needed. Well, it was time to get back  to the
office. Like I said, let go and let God.
My first day back  to work there was a sign that read "WE LOVE SEAN! WELCOME
BACK!" And in my  office were flowers and fruit, a new ergomanic chair and
desk When I sat behind  my new desk I found a card signed by everyone in the
office. It felt so good, I  felt so loved. I was going to cry.
"Well, I guess you like the desk and  chair."
I  looked up to see Ryan standing in my doorway, his blue eyes twinkling and
a big  beautiful, white smile.
"I love it," I said trying hard to hold  back the tears. "I didn't expect
all this."
"Don't get crazed," Ryan said walking into my office. "Everyone is  getting
new chairs and desks it's just that we wanted you to get yours  first."
I  smiled and he smiled back. These were the best group of people to work
with.
I  was doing some work in my office, and feeling great, when Darleen, one of
the  office assistants buzzed me on the intercom to tell me that I had a
delivery. I  told her to send it in. A few seconds later there was a knock on my
door and in  walked a delivery man with a bouquet of red roses. I looked at the
bouquet and  the delivery man, a good looking, young light skinned brotha in
his early  twenties. The name on his uniform read Mitchell.
"You Sean Jackson?" He asked.
"Yes I am." I answered. "Are those for me?"
"Maybe I read this wrong. I'm looking for a sistah named  Sean."
I  knew where he was going with this. This minimum wage motherfucker was
expecting  a woman, a sistah and not a man.
"You are looking at the only Sean around, man or woman." I replied  hotly.
An  expression crossed over the delivery man's face as he stared at me. It
went from  puzzlement, annoyance to digust and anger. The same expression that
Silk  Mitchell had before he raped me. I tried to remain calm but my insides
were  shaking. I wanted this man out of my office.
"You are a smart assed faggot mothafucka!" He  snapped.
"What the fuck!?" I was not going to be disrespected in my own  office.
"You heard me you dick suckin' faggot mothafucka! I thought I was
delivering these to a real woman and not a faggot!"
I  stood up from behind my desk. "Get out of my office!"
Mitchell,  the delivery man, advanced towards me with menace in his eyes.
"Make  me, FAGGOT!" He snarled.
Suddenly  I was paralyzed. I couldn't move, I couldn't do a damn thing. Here
he was in my  face, I could smell his cheap cologne and funky breath and then
I looked into  his eyes and I saw the same thing I saw in Silk Mitchell's
eyes. The next thing  I knew I heard a scream. That scream came from me. My door
exploded open as  Ryan, Chip and Darleen burst in with three other co-workers.
They grabbed  Mitchell, the delivery man and took him out of the office. Chip
and Ryan helped  me back to my chair. Chip was demanding to know what the
hell had happened.  Darleen explained that Mitchell was supposed to be making a
delivery to  me.
"Sean, are you okay?" Ryan said holding and patting my hand out of  concern.
"What happened?"
The  fog that I was in lifted and as I looked around my office my head was
throbbing.
"H--He called me a faggot." I murmured.
"HE CALLED YOU WHAT?!" Chip Stevenson became unglued. "DARLEEN WHAT WAS
THAT MOTHERFUCKER'S NAME?!"
"Mitchell," I mumbled softly.
"What?" Chip gasped. He knew the name of the man that raped  me.
"His name was Mitchell." I repeated.
Chip's  face was beet red with rage. "Darleen,"he hissed, "Get Speedy
Florist on the  phone!" Within seconds Chip was on the phone with someone from
Speedy Florist.
"Speedy  Florist! You had a delivery man come to Compu-Tech to make a
delivery. Let me  tell you what he did? I'm Chip Stevenson and I'm the division
manager. This  assholes name is Mitchell."
My head was throbbing,  I couldn't concentrate and I felt like I was going to
be sick. Ryan was still  holding my hand. "Sean, are you okay?"
I just shook my  head. "I need to go home."
"Okay, is there someone we can call to get you?"
Shane  was still in New Orleans and I didn't want to bother my friends. I
just shook my  head. Chip slammed down the telephone.
"They said they will handle it but I'm not waiting. Darleen get legal on
the phone and send the call to my office." As Darleen ran off to carry out the
orders Chip turned back to me. He knelt down and in that caring, Andy Taylor
talking to Opie tone he spoke to me. "Sean, I want you to go home but I don't
 want you driving home alone."
"I'll be fine," I mumbled. My head was killing me.
"Sean...son, please let someone drive you home." Darleen buzzed my office  and
informed him that she had legal on the phone. Chip squeezed my hand, much
like a father would and then left.
"Sean, I can ride you home." Ryan offered.
"No, I'm fine." I answered.
"Then at least let me follow you home." Ryan counter  offered.
Finally  I agreed to that just so that everyone's nerves would be  relaxed.
When  I got home I took a shower, took something for my throbbing head and
went to  bed. The house was very quiet and big without Shane being home. I was
now afraid  to be home alone.
The  pounding on the front door woke me up. I sprang up out of bed with my
heart  racing. I heard the pounding again and I jumped out of the bed, scared to
death.  I ran into Shane's room and grabbed his baseball bat. Slowly I walked
towards  the living room to see who was at the front door. It was completely
dark outside  and I found myself wondering how long I had been asleep. Just as
I had got to  the front door, I heard another loud knocking sound and this
time from the back  door. The next thing I knew I was picking up the phone. I
began dialing without  checking for a dial tone. When I lifted the phone I didn'
t hear a phone ringing  instead I heard a voice calling my name.
"Sean? It's Ryan! Sean...are you okay?"
I  heard the loud knocking again followed by the sound of someone trying to
get  in.
"Ryan someone's trying to get in my house."
"Hold on Sean, I'm not far from your house!"
I  heard three loud bangs. "Hurry Ryan, Hurry!" I was in tears and I was
terrified.  All kinds of images were in my head now. I heard the banging again
and this time  it was coming from my bedroom. Not again. That was all I could
think about. Not  again. Then I remembered something. I had left my bedroom
window opened. Then I  heard the sound of someone coming threw the window, landing
hard on the floor. I  ran to the front door, I heard someone call out my name
but I kept on going. I  felt a hand grab my shoulder. I screamed as loud as I
could just as the door  burst open. Ryan was there, he grabbed me and pulled
me out on the front porch.  I turned in enough time to see Ryan punch the
person who had grabbed me. Ryan  was punched back and soon there was a fight going
on in my living room that  spilled out on the porch and that was when I saw
who my `attacker'  was.
"MATTHEW!" I gasped.
"RUN!" He shouted as he punched Ryan in the stomach. That was when it
dawned on me that Matthew was the one knocking on the door and it must have been
him that crawled the through the bedroom window.
"Ryan! Matthew! Stop it! Stop it!" I shouted.
They  stopped fighting and looked at me, both in mid punch. They were panting
and  bleeding. Matthew's lip was busted and he had a cut under his right eye
and  Ryan's nose was bleeding and he had a bruise forming on his jaw. This was
all a  terrible misunderstanding.
"Let's go inside so the neighbors won't have anything to talk about." I
said. They both followed me inside, glaring at each other. As it turned out, it
was Matthew who sent me the roses. He had called the job to see if I had
gotten  them and that was when Darleen explained to him what had happened. As soon
as he  was able to he left work to check on me. He had been banging on the
door and  getting more and more concerned and scared for me. Ryan had been on
his way home  and decided he wanted to check on me first. That was why he was
calling when I  picked up the phone to call for help. Each other thought the
other was out to  hurt me. I explained to them both that I had went to sleep and
that I  appreciated them coming to check on me. Ryan seemed to understand but
Matthew  seemed, well pissed. I went to the bathroom to get some bandaids and
ointment to  patch them up but when I got back Ryan was gone.
"Where's Ryan?" I asked.
Matthew  shrugged. "He said he was fine."
"Oh," I said. "Well, let's work on you." Joining him on the  sofa.
"What exactly happened at work?" Matthew asked.
"What do you mean? With the delivery man?"
"Yeah. He just came out his neck like that?" Matthew  asked.
"Yeah, it was unreal." I answered as I tended to his  wounds.
"Damn!" Matthew cussed, "So what did you do? Did you call the  florist?"
I  shook my head. "Chip did."
"Chip?" His face scowled.
"Yeah, he's my boss. He was fit to be tied."
Matthew  grew strangely silent, which was unlike him.
"Is everything okay, Matt?"
Matthew  nodded his head. "When you didn't answer...I got scared."
"I'm sorry." I said.
"No, I should have called first." Matthew stated.
"It was just a misunderstanding but I'm glad that you  came."
Matthew  smiled at me and I smiled back. He reached out and held my hand as
he looked  into my eyes.
"Sean, I have something to say to you."
"Yes."
"Well, I was thinking that I would like to..." The doorbell rang  interrupting
which annoyed me to no end. I asked Matthew to hold on while I  answered the
door. As I looked through the peep hole I saw Ryan with a bouquet  of roses in
his hands. I opened the door.
"You left these at the office. That was another reason I was coming over  to
see you." He explained. He was smiling. His nose had stopped bleeding but the
bruise was getting bigger.
"Thank you Ryan." I said and for some reason I gave him a hug. It was  just
a friendly, thank you for everything hug. I had never hugged him before but
he had never saved my life before. When the hug ended Ryan had an odd
expression  on his face. At first I thought I had over stepped my bounds with the hug
but  when I turned around there was Matthew standing there looking at  me.
"Matthew, this is Ryan Evans from work. He was bringing back the roses  you
sent to me. Ryan this is Matthew Siad Mohammed, he sent me the  flowers."
"Sean, I have to go." Matthew said abruptly heading for the door. "I'll
call you tomorrow." And before I could say a word, he was gone. I felt a little
bit confused standing there and Ryan seemed not to know what to say or  do.
"I guess I'll go and get my bruises taken care of." He turned to  go.
"Ryan wait a minute." I called out. "Have you  eaten?"
"No, I'll get something on the way home."
"Forget that man. The least I can do is feed you. After all you saved my
life."
Ryan  seemed to think about it and then accepted the offer. Dinner actually
wasn't  that much. I had some left over meatloaf, I made some macaroni and
cheese,  string beans and rolls. We ate and talked. I learned that Ryan was
single, he  had been married but they divorced about three years ago. He had no
children and  all his family, mother, father, brothers and sisters were still on
the West  Coast, California. He liked to surf, ski and mountain climb. Ryan was
a pretty  interesting guy. I had broke out some wine and we talked some more
and before we  both knew it, it was midnight.
"Thanks for dinner, it was great." Ryan said as he stood at the front  door.
"Thank you, for everything."
Ryan  grinned and it looked like he was blushing or was it the  bruise?
"Hey, don't think about it. Oh and I'm sorry I attacked your friend."
"It's okay, if I wasn't acting like a big baby..."
"baby? For all you knew you were in trouble  and after what happened at work
I would  have thought the same thing."
I  knew what he was saying was true but I still felt like a scared baby. Ryan
left  and I began shutting off lights and locking doors and got ready for
bed. I  called Shane in New Orleans. We talked briefly about the funeral and how
he was  doing. He didn't seem to want to talk much which was good because
neither did I.  After washing my face I went to bed, it had been a long and hard
day and I  wanted to put it behind me.
The  sound of my bedroom door opening woke me up. I could feel someone
standing there  looking at me in my darkened room. I didn't feel scared for some
reason and I  don't know why, I mean there was a stranger in my house, in my
bedroom. I  started to turn over when I I felt someone sit beside me on the bed
and then  they laid down next to me. I felt a hand gently touch my bare back
sending  electric bolts tingling through me that went down to my toes. The touch
became a  gentle caress that felt so damn good. It had been so long since a
man had  touched me, any part of me and it felt good, it felt great. I felt the
covers  lift up and whoever it was crawled under those covers with me. I felt
a warm,  hard naked body press against mine. Hands, definitely manly hands
wrapped around  my body and hugged and held me tight. Tears formed in my eyes and
those  wonderfully strong hands caressed my body
touching  my chest...oooh yes.
Touching  my arms...mmmm.
Touching  my nipples...mercy.
Touching  my stomach, hips and thighs, oooh don't stop.
My  body trembled excitedly, deliciously. To have someone touching you and
caressing  you after such a long time, it was amazing. By body responded, it was
alive with  action and activity. Then those same same hands went between my
thighs then slid  around to my ass. They squeezed my ass cheeks. I moaned and
as I felt kisses on  the back of my neck. I sighed, I responded, my ass began
to move against the  throbbing dick that was erect and poking me.
"MMMM....OOOOh yeah...that feels good." He moaned into my ear. His voice was
vaguely familiar but I didn't care I just wanted him and I wanted him to want
me  just as bad. I rolled onto my stomach giving him the opportunity to do what
he  wanted to do. I felt his body roll over and cover mine. I spread my legs
and  thighs as wide as I could get them. I felt his body slowly move as his
stiff  dick entered me oh so nicely.
"OOOOOH," I moaned at the wonderful feel of a dick in my ass. I felt him
start to move his hips, slowly at first and gradually faster and faster. The
dick felt so good. That dick felt so damn good. He slowly began to move his
hips, thrusting and driving his marvelously hard dick deep inside of me.
I moaned and I couldn't help  myself.
"OOOOH! AHHHHH!" I moaned as he worked his dick.
"Damn!" he said, "That ass feels good."
With  each powerful thrust he drove his dick deep inside me, my own erection
was  pressed between myself and my mattress. I wanted to let go but I wanted
it to  last forever.
His thrusts picked up  in speed and power. His breathing and my breathing
became fast and labored. I  buried my face deep into my pillow. I moaned and
cried as he took me to pleasure  and ectasy.
"Oh...Oh God...I'm...I'm gonna c...cum!" He breath into my ear as he thrusted
into me harder and harder.
"YES! YES!...Give it to me!" I cried out.
He  delivered three powerful thrusts and as he exploded hot cum into my ass I
 exploded as well. He screamed out and then afterwards his body collapsed on
top  of me and it just felt so good.
After what seemed like  hours he pulled out of me and began walking to the
door. I turned around, I  wanted to see him but the darkness in my room made it
hard to  see him plus his back was to me. I had  to see his face. I wanted to
see his face. He stopped and turned around slowly.  And as his face came into
view I gasped.
I  awoke with a start with sunlight streaming into my bedroom. I looked at my
clock  which read 7:55am. I had an hour to get ready for work. As I rolled on
my back I  felt myself. I had a powerful morning erection as well the remains
of my own cum  from yet another wet dream, which I had been having a lot of.
The dream, like  the others were so vivid that it seemed real and just like
the others I could  remember everything except for the face of my wet dream
lover.
To  be continued.
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Chapter  5 is coming soon.