Date: Sat, 9 Feb 2002 21:45:27 EST
From: Wyzman34@aol.com
Subject: Brothers like us

BROTHERS LIKE US
by Lawrence Michael Martell


PRELUDE:

	In your life you will have many friends and those friends will fit
certain catagories in accordance to the needs you have and that they
fulfill. Some are real close, they all there is to know about you. They
have been there through the good and the bad. You can depend on them and
they are like or even closer than your own brother therefore they are given
the name..."brotha".

	Then there are the friends who you know kind of well but not as
long as your "brotha". This can be a person you just met recently, or who
you work with or a friend of someone else. They don't know everything about
you but they know the good things about you and the positives. They are the
friends that you will go out with but if they can't go you would still fun.
They are given the name "buds"

	Then there are the ones that you hang with but you may meet them at
the hang out stop. They don't know anymore about them than you want them to
know and you only tell them what you think you can trust them with. They
are going to know and share alot of your life and experiences like your
brothas or in some cases your buds. These are called "associates".

	Now you may other terms or you may have other classifications but
these are mine and we are going to work with it.

	My name is Eric Williams and this is about four friends...four
brothas, who are in the life at different stages looking for the same thing
in this life but at different times and in different ways. You may see
someone you know in this or maybe yourself...Peace!



CHAPTER ONE:


	The alarm clock by my bed went off with it's usual loud blaring
beep that as usual I sprang up out of bed and slammed the silence button
down. I hate that alarm clock and each morning I swear I'm gonna buy
another one and each time I never do and after 5 years you would figure I
would stop telling that lie.

	Standing in my bedroom with nothing on besides my Fruit of Looms
and a early morning hard-on, I dropped to the cold wood floor and popped
out 25 pushups, twenty five sit ups...each I hate...before taking a nice
shower. After the five minute refreshing shower I stepped out and looked at
my reflection in the mirror. Okay..I don't call myself handsome...others do
and I don't stop them. Okay, you want stats, here we go. I am 29 years old,
6ft 2 in tall and weigh 180 lbs. I have a nice body my arms, chest and legs
look good and strong. I have a medium build and a medium brown complexion.
I have what my aunt Janey called "good hair", which I keep short and
trimmed as well as a mustache/goatee. Oh yeah, brotha looks good.

	I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed out and back to my
room when I heard a female moaning in the other bedroom and I knew what
that meant. My roommate, Andre, was giving one of his girls all she could
handle. I smiled to myself and went back into my room and shut the door. A
few of my friends often asked was it difficult having a roommate who was
not only straight but PHINE as hell as Andre. No, it wasn't difficult since
for starters I have never looked at Andre as anything other than a friend.
I mean I have known him since high school and as long as I can remember I
have always looked at Andre as just Andre. Now he was very lucky with the
ladies. Andre was my height but he was about 225 lbs and solid muscle, for
as long as I can recall Andre was always working out I was envious of his
body. He had rock hard six packed abs, tight biceps, triceps and delts. His
legs, thighs and calves had great definition and he was packing 9 inches of
dick. I know this because we measured our dicks once in college...nothing
sexual involved...I measured out a 8 and a half and he measured out at 9. I
could not image nine inches of anything going into anyone's body and for
the record I am a top so there is nothing going in me...9, 8, or even
3. But evidently the ladies like it and I say go on brotha, go on.

	Sitting in my bedroom I applied cocoa butter lotion to my skin and
then began getting dressed in a pair of jeans some boots and a black and
white FUBU shirt. I then sat down at my computer and started answering
emails before I started working on this novel idea that I had. Yes, I am a
writer that's what I went to college for. I have a journalism degree and
work as a freelance writer. I have had several short stories published in
some local and national magazines but this novel that I am working on will
be my first.

	I don't know how long I had been working on the novel when I got an
instant message from screenname SexyKool69 and a smile spread over my face.

	"Wassup? E-man?"

	"Jus workin on a few things, Sean." I typed back. Sean Jackson was
a very good friend of mine and the screenname SexyKool69 fit him perfectly.
Sean was sexy and cool. Sean had smooth dark chocolate skin and dark curly
hair and these sexy green eyes that stood out with his dark chocolate
complexion and always got him and his twin brother Shane asked the same
question by men and women. Are those your eyes or contacts. Depending on
which Jackson you asked depended on the answer that was given. Sean would
just say they are his eyes. Shane would say something like..."yeah they
mine. I spent good money on them" or "You'll never know so don't wait for
an answer."

	"You working on your novel, my brotha?" Sean typed back.

	"Yep."

	"Cool. How's my husband?" he asked. His husband was what Sean
called Andre. Sean had a super crush on Andre and he swore up and down that
Andre could be turned out. I strong doubted it.

	"Right now he's got some girl hollering in the bedroom." I said.

	"AHHHHHHHH!" He typed. "Why must we play these games. Dre knows
he's down for the ass. Why does it play these games?"

	"Dre is addicted to pussy he don't want nothing but the puss."

	"But once he has a taste of Sean-D-Lite he'll make the switch and
dump the bitch."

	I howled with laugher and typed LOL=laughing out loud.

	"Don't laugh. You know it's true. You have tasted what he has."

	"Wrong brotha. I have tasted nothing on Dre."

	"You touched his dick."

	"Wrong. I never touched his dick. We measured our own dicks in the
same room in college."

	"Whateva! And you still gonna tell me my husband ain't down?"

	"Well, find out for yourself."

	"You keep saying that like I won't." Sean typed back.

	"You haven't yet cause you know you'd catch a natural beat down
from Dre."

	"Whateva!" Sean typed back.

	"How was Da City?" I asked changing the subject.

	"OOOOH BABY! She was cute. You should have come with us."

	"I wasn't feeling Da City last night." I replied. Da City was short
for the name of a black gay night club called Chocolate City. It was the
club where the black kids went to hang out. But Da City got crowded real
fast and when you have our people crowded in a space and there has been
drinking and at times drugging then a fight was not far off in the making.
The last time I went to Da City three fights broke out which resulted in
three police visits and several arrests. I just needed a break.

	"Well Da City had it goin on. There were these fine and I mean
PHINE brothas there and every kid had their mouths open and tongues wagging
wanting to get a taste."

	"Yeah? Who were they?"

	"They were from out of state. They were in town cause they were
looking for fun and heard about Da City."

	'Looking to get their freaks on?" I asked.

	"Yeah. And boy could they freak." Sean replied.

	"You mean?...."

	"LAWD Them boys could ball!!!"

	"Damn Sean! You a greedy bitch!"

	"Naw...just horny! And please don't gimme that tired speech about
sexual responsibility in this era of AIDS shit."

	"You did atleast use protection?" I asked.

	"Yes mother."

	Sean was the wild one of the Jackson twins. He was quick to have
sex with the first sexy looking man or men that rolled his way. With AIDS
growing in the gay African American community it was just irresponsible to
be having sex with anyone and everyone. We chatted a few minutes more and
then he signed off since he had to go to work. I had just signed off when
there was a knock on my door and when it opened there was Andre wearing
only his Hanes boxer briefs. His hairy, muscled torso tapered off and down
into this briefs and he was sporting the remnants of a 9 inch erection. It
was not unusual for us to walk around in just our draws after all we have
shared living space together since our college days.

	"Wassup E-man?" Dre said as he rubbed his bearded face. Dre had a
lighter complexion than mine kind of a burnt almond complexion.

	"Wassup with you, Dre?" I asked

	Dre flashed that charming player smile of his. I have seem him put
that smile on many a sister and they can't resist him.

	"Nothing man. Just waiting for her to get out of the shower."

	"Who is this one?" I asked out of curiousity.

	"Chick named Tameeka."

	"Tameeka?"

	"Yeah. I met here at Diamonds. She was all on a bruh's jock and
shit at the club. So I rolled up to her and asked her if she wanted to ride
space mountain. She said yes and that was that."

	"How did she score to spending the night?" I asked. Dre never
allowed what he called a "tear off" to stay the night.

	"Chick got skills. Worn me the fuck out and nodded off to sleep
before I could escort her to the door. I wake up and she's sucking the dick
so I let her ride space mountain again."

	"Aight."

	"You chatting online?" He asked.

	"Was. Sean hit me up."

	"Yeah? What that crazy nigga up to?"

	"Living the fast and furious life."

	"Yeah? That's a crazy kid."

	"Yeah...crazy."

	Andre cocked his head and listened for a second. "Sounds like
Tameeka is done. Let me get dressed and get her out of here." Dre said as
he turned and walked back to his room.

	After Dre and Tameeka left, I went to the kitchen and made me
something to eat. After eating I returned to the computer and began working
on an article I was working on for a national magazine. The one thing about
being freelanced meant that I got to work from home and I didn't have to
report to an office if I didn't want to and as long as I met my deadlines
there were no problems. Could a brother ask for anything more.

	It was just after lunch when I got a phone call from the other half
of the Jackson twins, Shane. Shane Jackson was not as wild as his twin
brother Sean but he was just as sexy. He asked what I was doing and reinded
me that we had a workout session at the gym. I have a problem with fast
weight gain and in order to keep my weight down and stay in shape I have to
closely watch what I eat and work out regularly. One month of slacking off
will have turning into a big butterball and though there is nothing wrong
with being big but it's just not for me. Shane, who is a physical trainer
at Good Bodies Gym, got me a deal on a membership and has been working out
with me and keeping me honest and in good shape...as much as I hate it.

	"Today is abs, gluts and legs," Shane stated.

	"Damnit man! I hate abs, gluts and leg workouts." I complained

	"Well if you wanna have a fat and flabby ass a big belly and weak
legs then go for it bruh." Shane said.

	He always said that and he was always right.

	"Damn....see you in an hour then."

	I arrived at Good Bodies Gym a few minutes late. Good Bodies Gym
was owned by a brother called Kenny G, not the white saxaphone player.
Kenny G was a world champion bodybuilder at one time. Being black owned and
operated the patrons at Good Bodies tended to be predominantly African
American. There was something satisfying and beautiful seeing all these
beautiful black bodies working out in a place to catered to us. There was
none of that dull pop music playing during the workouts instead there was
either soul, R&B, Hip Hop and even Jazz playing. There were black weight
trainers and aerobic instructors and everyone was positive and supportive
but not in that "overly perky" way that alot of the white instructors
tended to be.

	I walked in the door and at the front desk was Stephanie G, one of
Kenny G's daughters. She was a very attractive sister who was the Gym's
manager and who made it a point to know each and all the gym members by
name.

	"Hello Eric. You're late." She said with a smile. She knew a
brother's tendency for tardiness.

	"I know. I figure it's good to make Shane wait." I answered.

	"Ahhhh! Must be Abs day." She giggled.

	I smiled at Sweet Stephanie and headed to the lockerroom to get
changed. The gym was not too crowded there were probably no more than ten
people there. The Gym was really crowded between the hours of 4pm and 8pm
and between the early morning hours between 5am and 7am..an ungodly hour to
workout.

	I walked into the lockerroom to my assigned locker. There was a
good looking brother in the lockerroom who was obviously getting ready for
his own workout session. He had a light brown and smooth complexion and a
sexy hairy chest. He had nice legs and a nice ass. I didn't notice that I
was staring until he looked at me and nodded at me.

	"Wassup?"

	"Nothing. Just getting ready for an abs, ass and legs workout." I
answered as I unlocked my locker and began getting ready.

	"I feel ya. I hate those workouts." He said.

	I blinked twice with surprise. This brother's abs, ass and legs
looked damn good.. If he hated those workouts it damn sure didn't show.

	"I guess it pays off to do them though." I replied.

	"Yeah it does. I gotta tell ya though. You are looking good."  He
said.

	"Thanks," was this brother coming on to me? I was about to say
something when the door opened and in walked Shane.

	It was still a bit odd sometimes to see Shane and Sean. They were
Identical twins..actually they were mirror twins, which meant that if they
faced each other it would seem like you were looking at the reflection of
the other. Though they were mirror identical they didn't dress alike nor
maintained the same appearance. Shane sported cornrows and wore two gold
loop earrings in his right ear. His body was far more muscled and sexier
than Sean's and he had those green Jackson eyes and that super white, super
bright smile.

	"You late." Shane said. "Whatup Jermaine?"  Shane said that to the
other brother in the lockerroom.

	"Trying to hang on." Jermaine answered back with a smile. "Have a
good work out." That last part was meant for me and he was out of the
lockerroom ready to go.

	"Okay Mr. Late." Shane said, "Let's go get started."

	Shane made me pay for being late and he made me pay big time. By
the time the workout was over my abs were on fire, my legs were heavy and
my ass was hurting. No pain, no gain? DAMN! As I wondered back to the
lockerroom to shower and change I felt like someone was looking at me. I
turned to see Jermaine looking in my direction with a smile. I nodded and
he nodded back and returned to his workout. I removed my clothes and
stepped into the shower and that water felt great on my body. I leaned
against the cool marble wall of the shower and before I knew it I had dozed
off. I don't know if it was the shower water turning cold or what but I
woke up and as I turned off the shower and toweled off and headed back to
the lockerroom I heard what sounded like moaning. Wrapping the towel around
my waist and went towards the lockerroom and stopped short when I saw the
brother named Jermaine sitting in the lockerroom with his dick in his hand
jacking that mother like nobody every had. He was completely naked and
covered with sweat. He was jacking his dick fast and furious with his head
thrown back and his eyes closed. His other hand was playing with the
nipples on his chest and he moaned and groaned. It was the sexiest thing I
had seen short of a porno movie.

	"MMMMM...OOOOH...OOOOOH!" Jermaine moaned as he jacked his dick
with hard, strong strokes. And as I watched I found myself getting turned
on.

	"AHHH YES..YES...DAMN...This shit feels....DAMN...GOOD!"

	I watched him work and that dick had to be a least 8 inches. It was
uncut and thick as shit. My own shit started to grow and it was damn hard
not to touch it. I wanted to go in there and put my lips on his but that
would not have been cool especially if the bruh wasn't down or if Shane
were to walk in and catch it. As he worked his dick the had that was
working his nipples went down to his fine ass and began fingering his
asshole and that was it. I pulled off my towel and gripped my dick and
began jacking with him.

	"Yeah...yeah...yeah..." Jermaine moaned.

	I was right behind him as he stroked his and I stroked mine.
Damn... this was just the trippiest thing that I had ever done. As I
watched Jermaine jack his dick while his finger went in and out of his ass.
His breathing increased and his feet and toes began to wiggle and crinkle
and he moaned and groaned louder and louder.

	"Oh Shit! Oh Shit! DAMN..DAMN...OOOOH OOOOH AHHHHH!" Jermaine
exploded hot cum all over his tight abs and chest and that sent me over the
edge and I shot cum out and all over the floor and my legs. I grabbed my
towel abd cleaned up the mess. I then stepped back in the shower and rinsed
off again and this time when I stepped out I coughed, giving Jermaine a
heads up of my arrival.

	When I walked in Jermaine was gone but Shane was there.

	"You alright?" He asked concerned.

	"Yeah," I looked around and noticed Jermaine's stuff was gone.

	"Okay, I just thought you were gone already." Shane said.

	"I fell asleep in the shower." I said.

	Shane laughed. "Okay man.Well don't be late for the next workout...
aight?"

	"Yeah..don't worry I won't." I said as I got dressed.