Date: Sat, 26 Oct 2002 17:12:09 +1000
From: Trevor McConchie <miruku@iprimus.com.au>
Subject: Blood Brothers - chapter 1

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The following story is about interracial love between adolescents, if you
are under age or are a racial and/or sexual and/or religious bigot, please
depart in peace. Everybody else is welcome and hopefully might enjoy my
first story:

Blood Brothers

Chapter 1.

by Miruku

    I happen to believe that we are each an honoured member of the Animal
kingdom, formed by happenstance  into breeds of the same animal -humankind-
in exactly the same way as the different breeds of horses, elephants,
lizards etc, and that we are the way each of us is today because of the
remote chance of our birth and the history of our precedents and our
culture. None is born better nor worse than another, but the "breeds" (it is
not the word I want to use but nevertheless it has to do) are different from
each other in the same way as a beautiful powerful draft horse is different
from a beautiful swift Arab race horse.  I believe that goodness is within
us all, we just have to find, nurture and develop it, not having to pay
somebody to persuade us against our better judgement or to transfer our
self-responsibility to some vengeful God which exists on money and power
through people (often doctors of divinity or equivalent) who after more than
2,000 years and all that study, still cant prove their God's existence to a
rational, unbiased person, or often to themselves. Sorry to come on so
strong, but my beliefs affect my life and my stories.

    Kenny McCafferty sunned his 12 years old blonde headed and tanned sky
blue-racing Speedo clad body on a fluffy towel on the lawn surrounding the
local swimming pool. Young Kenny kept his focus on the family groups
frolicking in the shallow wading pool, trying not to shift his sun-glassed
gaze to the older teen boys horsing , bombing and cock fighting in the
deeper water.Kenny was terrified if he started looking at these scantily
clad 15 to 18 year olds, he would spring a wet boner to his total
embarrassment. Last night had brought reality to all of the strange wet
dreams he had been having since  he picked up the vibes of his brother
Keith's best and black friend, Robert Davis. Keith and Robert were both 17
and had been firm friends since the Davis family moved into the house next
door some five years ago. Robert had an elder sister which meant that his
(3rd) bedroom directly faced Kenny's across a shared lawn.

    Robert had always been kind and friendly to his best friend's
pain-in-the arse little brother, but with his inbuilt gaydar developing with
his transition through puberty, Kenny had recently felt an even closer
interest and friendliness developing between them. It wasn't unusual for
Robert to put his big hand on Kenny's shoulder when they were sharing
interest in a TV show or when watching Keith play soccer. Robert was a top
golfer, and Kenny often at weekends biked down to the local  course to watch
Robert practice in the early morning light.

    As Kenny lay on the towel propped up on his elbows he slowly became
aware of a familiar sexy whistle which raised the few soft downy hairs on
his slender neck. Kenny had heard that whistle 3 days earlier as Robert
summoned him from his bedroom  to be coached in putting on the Davis's back
lawn practice green. (Mr. Davis was a keen golfer also).

    Kenny turned on his side and looked back to the chain link fence behind
the grassed pool surround where a concrete footpath continued beside the
main road  which ran past the packed swimming pool area. Red-faced and
instantly rigid, Kenny quickly fastened the towel around his sleek lower
body and quickly strode barefoot to the fence where his idol awaited him.
Robert's gloriously taut and muscled chocolate skin was enhanced by a gold
chain setting off his lemon  t-shirt and white cargo pants and sneakers
Kenny was hoping Robert could not notice his small but substantial hardon
tenting the towel.

    "Hi Ken my man" growled Robert. "How's it goin'?'" "Fine" crackled the
youngster, too overwrought and excited to say more. He was worried he might
faint.

     "What did you think of the TV last night?" asked Robert with a smile.
Kenny turned even redder, started to tremble and squeaked. "fine". "I'm
glad" crooned Robert in his oh so sexy voice.

    The night before, Keith and Robert had been sitting on the sofa watching
MTV while Kenny perched on a small foot-stool across from Robert. After half
an hour when Keith was engrossed in the latest Madonna video, Robert slowly
moved his legs apart until Kenny could see right up the inside of Robert's
tightly muscled left leg in his red running shorts to his hugely bulging
Hanes briefs. As Keith concentrated on the screen, Robert slowly and
stealthily moved his hard cock into the left leg of his underwear. Kenny
shook in the TV twilight  as he concentrated on Robert lifting the leg-hole
of his shorts to give Kenny a full view of his tented and bulged pouch.
Robert made Kenny's excitement even more unbearable by holding the shorts
open with one hand while he traced his fingers down the length of his
trapped black cock, the colour of which he could see (or imagine) through
the weave of Robert's briefs. Kenny could not stand the raw homo-sex
vibrations of which Keith was totally unaware a moment longer. He leapt to
his feet excused himself saying he needed to piss and headed of to his
bedroom via the bathroom, locked the door, dropped his jeans and fruit of
the looms to his knees, threw himself sideways onto his quilted bed, clasped
his bursting red circumcised prick and it instantly exploded its little load
in a thin volley which splattered between his eyes and dribbled down his
heaving chest and puddled inney belly button to his cum-coated 4 inch
hair-shadowed cock. Kenny lay there dreaming of the future possibilities
Robert had shown him, and agitating his little repeater with two fingers and
a thumb, he hardened and came twice more before managing to clean himself
off with an abandoned sock before falling into a deep sleep on top of the
bed with his jeans and briefs still bunched around his knees. Luckily he had
locked his door before giving into lust. so that he awoke safely when his
mother banged on the door several hours later to check that he was OK.

    "I was wondering" said Robert "if, since you enjoyed last night's show,
you might be interested to become my blood brother?". "What about Keith"?
croaked young Kenny, "After all, he is your best friend."

    "Yeah, Keith's my best friend allright ,but he could never become a part
of me and me of him in the way I think you and I can, Boy"

    "What would I have to do to become your blood brother? Cut our wrists
and mix our blood like the Indians?" "Much more," crooned Robert
enigmatically.

     "You've been like a brother to me since I can remember" said Ken,
especially over the past few months." "What do I have to do to become your
brother?"

     "First," explained Robert, "our brotherhood must be kept secret from
everyone including even Keith who wouldn't understand" "OK" promised Kenny
nervously. "What happens next?"

    " It's 2.30 now and I supposed you have to be home for dinner at 5.30 as
usual?" "Yeah said Kenny breathlessly. That gives us 3 hours".

     "Ride your bike to McDonald's carpark, I'll meet you  there with my
pick up in twenty minutes. But before you go, drop your towel and turn
around for me".Kenny complied, but his blushing exposed skin contrasted with
his sky blue rigidly tented speedos as he spun around, pausing briefly to
give Robert a full frontal show, before rewrapping the towel while he dashed
off to the locker room for a quick shower and change before biking off to
meet his mentor at McDonalds.

     Robert was waiting with the engine running as he met Kenny  beside the
truck, and swiftly but gently tossed the bike into  the back of the red Ford
pickup.The boys boarded the pickup and drove off into the afternoon sunshine
down a narrow alley, uninhabited on this quiet Sunday afternoon. Kenny found
a small open space between factories with nobody within sight and switched
off the motor..

    "Why have we stopped here Robert?" asked Kenny nervously.

    "Because" soothed Robert, "this is the place and the time for your first
lesson in becoming my blood brother"