Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2005 08:12:37 +0000
From: Tom Hansen <etomhansen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Forever Brooks-Part 4 Gay Male

WARNING: This story contains recollections of sexual experiences from my
life, some explicit in nature. Names and other characteristics have been
changed to prevent the identification of individuals. Do not continue if
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prior to the HIV health crisis. Some of the sexual activities described
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Forever Brooks-Part 4 Gay Male

by Manny

Celia was back. Celia was full of herself. Celia was full of shit! She
went on and on about this one counselor called Dave something or the
other till I got a splitting headache. It was obvious that she had had
something with this Dave as she had changed over the summer. It was just
as well, as after this summer I knew I had changed. We had all changed.

Senior year was a crucial year and I had a lot of decisions to make.
Amongst them was which colleges I would be applying to. Besides my
parents' alma mater, I had decided to apply to the same college that
Brooks went to. It was a long shot, but if I put my mind to it, I was
pretty sure I could make a go of it. Over the first few weeks, Celia did
indirectly admit that she had had something going on with Dave, and
inexplicably I was incensed! It was only after calming down that I
realized that I was in no position to judge her. We came to a very
civilized arrangement. We would date off and on, and would go to the year
end prom together, but beyond that there would be no commitments. This
suited us both, as it left me enough leeway to hang around with Damie,
and her to continue her long distance relationship with Dave something or
the other.

My relationship with Damie had entered a new phase. There were the usual
sexual undertones, but more than that it was a genuine friendship which
was developing. I could never really fall in love with Damie as he was
not my type. I had only one type. The Brooks type!

The year was passing very quickly. Thanksgiving was a dull affair. My
grand parents visited and besides being quizzed on my future plans, there
was not much other conversation. I think it finally dawned on Giles that
maybe very shortly I would not be a fixture at home because his attitude
towards me became less snotty and I would hazard to term it as almost
cordial. I thought I saw Brooks at the mall, but he didn't contact me
and so I don't really know if it was really him or not.

Christmas was exciting because Celia and I had our first really big row
over my "hanging about" Damie. I knew Celia did not like the idea of my
friendship with Damie and I was adamant to continue to be friends with
him. At one time it looked like I would be dateless for the prom, but
things cooled down and we went back to our symbiotic relationship. I
continued "hanging about" Damie, and occasionally having a great fuck
with him!

Before we knew it, the year was over and graduation was upon us. There
was the prom and Celia was my date. We hung around till late but my
serious date was Damie who came to the prom with Ferd! After I dropped
Celia home and Damie got rid of Ferd, we hooked up at his house and had a
night of exhilarating sex. Damie really helped me try and work Brooks out
of my system. I walked bow legged for the next week!

Finally summer was here! I had a few trepidations over what it would
bring as the responses to my college applications were due very shortly.
Damie had applied to colleges too but I expected him to go to where his
Dad was a big contributor. Although I liked Damie a lot, I couldn't
understand why, with all his advantages, he didn't have any ambition! I
suppose when you have it all, there is not much you want to work for.

Out of the blue at the start of this idyllic summer, Brooks called. He
started chatting away as though a year had not intervened since we last
met! Despite any apprehensions I might have had about being hurt again,
there was that yearning in the pit of my stomach to see him. I agreed to
meet him at the pool the next day. He was looking good as ever and had
that air all college boys seem to acquire.

The mandatory one-month off at the beginning was given in spite of my not
having yet found a suitable job for the summer. My parents were pissed
off to no end, and my Dad finally found me a job as night watchman in his
office place. The local swimming pool was our haunt, and most of us hung
around all day. Brooks was no exception, and he picked up the threads of
our friendship with practiced ease, as though he had never gone away.

Brooks regaled me with poolside chats on the raunchier side of college
life and the exploits of his fraternity cohorts. Listening to them, I was
amazed that college students were not juiced out by the time they
graduated! At times the stories were unbelievably gross but they had the
desired effect on my libido. Every afternoon, after the swim, I would go
back to my bedroom and jack off to the vivid images that Brooks portrayed
so effectively. It was so good to be with him again and I did get the
feeling he wanted to pick up from where he had left off.

I found it hard to believe that there was a chance to have a relationship
with Brooks, and most of my free time, especially at work, I just thought
of the endless possibilities as I slowly trudged the hallways of my dad's
office building. It was a dreary job, but it was the best available, and
at least gave me the daytime free to do what I wanted. I slept most days
but occasionally went to the local swimming pool. The pool abutted the
public tennis courts where nubile young boys earnestly hit tennis balls
to try and make it to the big leagues. I often lay poolside watching them
and daydreaming of Brooks. Brooks surprisingly had a job as a library
assistant during the day and only had the weekends free. We would try and
get away alone and then make it, in any possible way we could. What
bothered me was that it was only on his terms, that he got any
satisfaction out of our relationship. My feelings were incidental, and I
should be pleased that I was getting any attention at all. The "gang"
was still unsuspecting of our relationship, and that suited us fine,
because the town we lived in was small, conservative, and very
unforgiving of those who did not tow the line. I was always considered a
good son, and did not want to embarrass my parents or younger siblings
and dreaded the day the truth came out. My days and nights away from
Brooks were filled with lies and posturing, but what else could I do?
College loomed ahead invitingly and I was loathe to  let anything wreck
the future that I had planned for myself.

The guys at work were typical rednecks--like I pretended to be. They
brought smutty magazines to work and spent most of the time thumbing
through the dog eared pages and cracking raunchy jokes. To maintain the
facade, I played along and demonstrated my titillation at pictures of
women with large boobs hanging out all over the pages. At times I would
get aroused and I would excuse me to the rest rooms where I would jack
off to images of Brooks and me during our latest encounter. The routine
was more or less the same--I would say that I had to check out my dad's
office on the fourteenth floor, get up there, and hurry to the rest rooms
and get relief by pumping my fist.

Brooks was quite amused by the idea of my walking the hallways in a
uniform. While fucking me, he would always say that one of his ambitions
was to fuck a guy in uniform. I was more into getting my release and all
these fantasies did not excite me in the least. I was hurried in my
demands and had no time for Brooks and his uniforms. At times when he
teased me about my job, I told him that it was not that bad, the money
was good, and you had enough time to relax and while your time away. One
day, unexpectedly, he said that he was going to visit me on the job. Love
him as I might, I did not want the guys at work to see him. I tried my
best to dissuade him, but he started getting testy, and said that if I
was ashamed of him, then it was better that we stop seeing each other
right then!

I introduced Brooks to the other guys saying that he was a casual
acquaintance who wanted to have a look around. Since it was not too late
at night, the guys assumed that he had stopped on his way to somewhere
else. They joked around with me and asked if Brooks was as naive and raw
about sex as I was--turning to Brooks and saying that he ought to wizen
me up. Little did they know!

We hung around for a while and then I said I was going to show Brooks
around dad's office. Up to the fourteenth floor we went silent in our
thoughts. Although I was pleased to see Brooks, I was too scared to
contemplate any action as one of the guys could come up to check on me. I
was uncomfortable in his presence as I did not really know what we should
do. The elevator stopped and we alit in the bright foyer. I had the bunch
of keys tot the floor and I used them to unlock the main door and enter
the lobby to my dad's section.

My dad was a self made man. His family was from the Midwest of European
stock, and were basically farmers. My granddad had come over from Malmo
at the turn of the century and bought a farm in a small town near
Minneapolis. He had worked hard to make a new life for himself and
diligently saved his money, but a season of poor crops and the stock
market crash had wiped out all he had, and his family of six were on
their way to the poorhouse. Thanks to granddad's fortitude they pulled
through those hard times and dad remembered quite clearly the courage
that granddad showed in the face of adversity. Dad was most reticent to
talk of those days, but it would come out when he was particularly
exasperated with one of his kids.

He had been a bright kid and excelled at school and on the playing
fields. Eventually he received a full scholarship to one of the top
universities here in the east, and he never looked back. He was picked up
straight out of college by a multinational and went on to work for their
international trading division. He married his college sweetheart-my
mother- and raised his family in this small town in a large four bed
roomed house with no mortgage. Dad never trusted banks enough to handle
his personal money. Amongst his family there was bit of envy at his good
fortune, nothing overt, yet palpable, and for this reason he rarely went
back home. Mom on the other hand was gregarious and was considered a
great asset to him in his current job as president of the international
division.

I opened the door to dad's office and let ourselves in. The lights were
on dim and I let them be as I locked the door behind us. The room had a
large desk at one end and a suite of sofas at the other. The large plate
glass window overlooked the town and we could see all the way to the
power plant at its edge as they drapes had not been drawn.

My reticence had now disappeared and I turned toward Brooks and stepped
forward expecting one of his wet kisses. I adored it when he tried to
fuck my throat with his tongue and grab my crotch hard, all at the same
time. His sensuous lips would smother my face while his tongue darted in
and out of every conceivable orifice, but now he moved away.

"Manny, I'm going to fuck you." Brooks could be quite unromantic at
times.

I looked at him with askance; "he didn't really want to do it here, did
he?"

I thought that, may be, we could have a quick suck off and get back down
fast enough to allay any suspicions the others might have. As it is they
viewed me as the big honcho's kid with summer job as a sinecure. I told
Brooks that I did not think this was a good idea and why didn't we just
suck each other off. He obviously had some other ideas.

"I'm going to fuck your ass across your dad's desk."

He was already fumbling with the buttons of his pants and pulled his
pants and briefs down to his knees. The fever started rising in me as I
saw his cockstand. The head, an inflamed red, waved about in the dimly
lit room as he advanced toward me. I had wanted to avoid this scene, but
I still dropped my clothes to my ankles. My cock was rigid now and the
pounding had started in my head.

"Lean over the desk with your hands on the end and stick your ass out."

I wanted to kiss but hobbled across and did as he said. I could hear his
breathing and as his breath caressed my back and I knew he was behind me.
I felt him roughly grip my waist, and he pulled me hard towards him. I
felt his cockhead enter my asshole, push past the tight ring, and lunge
for home. The pain came as a shock. I yelped to prove it. It hurt like
hell. He bit down hard on my shoulder as he slammed his cock all the way
in to bore deep into my very soul. I wanted to wriggle free but his grip
on my waist was unrelenting. I whimpered in pain as he mercilessly
powered his way in and out of me. All thoughts of romance were quickly
dispelled as I held on to the desk for dear life as he hammered away.

He was breathing hard down the back of my neck as he stroked his cock
powerfully in and out of my asshole. I was being raped in my dad's office
and there was really nothing I could do about it. Slowly the pain went
away and the familiar sensations being fucked were back. He was gasping
now as I arched my back to meet his demands as I pushed back on his
ramming cock. My asshole started clamping down on the rigid pole which
would soon transport me to the Promised Land. I moaned in pleasure as my
head fell forward on to the desk. I was intent on swallowing that cock,
to squeeze every drop of fuckjuice out of it.

I felt him reach forward for my cock. His hand gripped it tightly and
moved the skin up and down. It was slippery and I realized that my precum
had been oozing all the while. His movements became more urgent and I
swayed from side to side to get some action in the proceedings. With a
groan he thrust so powerfully that I almost slid across the desk. He let
go of my cock and abruptly pulled out of my ass. I turned around in
astonishment and saw that he was jacking off in front of me about to
reach his climax. With a shout of "I'm coming," he started spending all
over the room. I hopped out of the way as I did not want any of his cum
on my uniform. His spunk shot out in small spurts and landed on the
carpet with a few blobs on the desktop. My hardon was rampant but I was
to busy watching Brooks to do anything about it. Brooks' chest was
heaving and beads of sweat covered his brows. He looked at me with those
limpid eyes and broke into a shit eating grin.

"You'd better clean up the mess. Lick it, don't waste it."

I looked at him stonily as I thought that the son of a bitch was selfish
enough to ask me to clean up his mess and he hadn't even bothered to take
care of me. But I did. I licked up the cum on the leather top, the
inkstand and the blotter, and wiped it dry with a tissue from the box
lying on the side. I thought we still had time for a quick suckoff; I
badly needed for him to make me come. When I looked up, Brooks had
already zipped-up and ready to trot.

"Brooks jack me off, I've got blue balls", but he was already at the door
ready to leave.

"Please..."

"Manny you'd better get down quick or the guys will wonder what we've
been up to."

I knew that that was that. I hurriedly stuffed a few tissues up the crack
of my ass to stanch Brooks' cum and avoid staining my briefs. I pulled
up, zipped and was ready to leave. I locked up and we made our way to the
bank of elevators. The floor was silent except for our footsteps as we
hurried along. He hadn't said anything more to me and we quietly waited
for the elevator. I tried catching his eye but he looked straight ahead
at the closed elevator doors.

Thoughts of "loveless fuck" buzzed around in my head as we rode down. The
silence was getting on my nerves and I had to ask:

"Is anything the matter?"

"Should there be?"

"No, I really want to know?"

"No!"

"...is that all?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Suck!"

The doors slid open and we made our way to the anteroom at the back of
the front desk. I hoped we did not look disheveled, but the guy there
barely looked up from the magazine that he was reading. An unlit
cigarette and a cup of coffee lay at his side.

"I guess I'd better be going..."

I nodded and walked to the main entrance of the building with Brooks. He
nodded in my direction as the automatic doors opened and slipped quietly
away into the night.

Where had love gone? I just been brutalized in the worst possible way I
could imagine. Except for a few perfunctory manipulations of my cock,
Brooks had not bothered to do what he knew I wanted. I made my way to the
rest rooms to get the wad of tissues out of my ass and to try and wash
away this last experience. The whole thing had bee one-sided. He had
taken my ass, pleasured himself, and then dumped me to figure out how to
get my rocks off. I sat mulling over this in the stall, as my fist
rhythmically pumped my hardening cock. For the first time in my life, I
thought of Celia, the horny cunt, who wouldn't mind getting into my
pants all summer, instead of me wanting to fuck her brains out. I arched
as I shot my load in sporadic bursts over the wall and door of the stall.

My relationship with Brooks had had a profound effect on me. For the
first time in my life, I was giving freely to please myself and not get
approval from others. Although he could be insouciant, I thought that he
cared for me as a person, and of his lust I was sure. In spite of this,
it bothered me that not once had he said those magic words--"I love
you"-- though I had professed my love to him over and over again in no
uncertain terms. Lately, he had been nagging me about my occasional dates
with Celia, and I had explained to him that they were necessary as my
parents expected that of me. I assured him that nothing much had
transpired. I thought he believed me when he did not raise the subject
again. My commitment to Brooks that summer had been total. I had even
opted for his college even though it was a big rival to my parents' alma
mater. They had looked at me quizzically when I had announced my
decision, but they let it go at that and never got around to questioning
it. After tonight though, I was confused as my life was not panning out
the way the movies portrayed intense romance. Perhaps I was reading too
much into my affair with Brooks, and I was just an infatuation, a
plaything for the summer.

When I reached home, dad was leaving for work. He told me that he would
be back early as he had some things to talk over with me regarding
college. At breakfast I did not make much conversation, and mom was
starting to have misgivings about my job and the odd hours it entailed. I
got into bed and was fast asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I
dreamt of Brooks--his devastating face, his hard body, his fat cock, and
his piercing blue eyes. I had a troubled sleep and when I woke up it was
late afternoon and dad would be home shortly.

I sat in the upright chair adjoining the desk. Dad was fiddling with his
pipe and looking distinctly uncomfortable. Suddenly he took a deep breath
and looking straight at me said:

"I know what's been happening this summer."

Shit! My heart sank--did he know something, had someone said something?

He pulled out a brown paper envelope from his drawer and pushed it
towards me.

"Pick it up, but make sure Giles doesn't get a hold of it"

They were do-it-yourself sex manuals.

"Look, I don't know how to go about this but your mom insisted that I
have this talk with you. In my time, nobody had to tell me nothing as I
knew and I'm sure you do too, but here goes."

He licked his lips and continued:

"Mom and I are aware that you have been dating Celia and we also know
what you kids are about today. Just be careful and remember we are always
there for you. We both love you very much and just want for you to be
happy, but just be careful...Read those books and if you've any questions
I'll see what I can do..."

Would he have been saying the same things if I told him that it was
Brooks I was dating and not Celia?

He averted his eyes as I stared back at him. He pushed back the chair and
stood up, and with a flourish walked into the kitchen. That was my sex
education 101.

I followed him in and said: "What about college?"

"Oh yeah, I talked to Grady at your school and he agrees with the courses
you have chosen...Your college is good, but not like mine, ask mom...But
I guess Ivy League is Ivy League...I've made arrangements for your local
bank account...If you want when we're up there I'll come to the bank with
you...In the meantime stay out of trouble. OK?"

He winked at me as he got busy making a drink for mom and himself. That
lewd wink said it all. They were under the impression at home, that I was
fucking Celia!

I looked forward to the weekend ahead. I would get some respite from this
humdrum existence. Each time I entered Dad's office, the bloody desk
brought back memories of Brooks humping away at my ass. It was four days
now, but I still felt the stretch. Brooks had called up in between and
jocularly asked me how I was keeping my dad's room safe-I steered the
conversation away and we never brought that subject up again. I was
trying to forget what had transpired in that room that night.

Saturday morning dawned and at the breakfast table dad informed me that
we were moving an extra bed into my room. I must have looked up sharply
because he continued to explain that my room would be used for guests
while I was away. I had an attached bath and it would be nice if the
could offer this room to their visitors.

What visitors? We hardly had any since dad and his family rarely talked
to each other. I tried saying that Giles' room was better suited but he
had decided and my room had been the master bedroom before they had built
the new annex. I helped him move the bed later on but I was less than
enthusiastic. They were already writing me off!

Four days was a long time. I yearned for Brooks. After all what's a fuck
between friends? My reservations and misgivings were out of the window. I
hurried to the pool and looked over at our favorite spot but he was not
there. I was disappointed and blamed myself for not calling before I left
home. I lay basking in the sun looking at nubile young boys through my
lidded eyes waiting for him to come.

He didn't.

Some of the guys wanted to go to the mall to check the scene out there.
So we piled into this tin can and made tracks there. The mall was newly
built and most of the prestigious New York stores had opened there. It
was a novelty and quite fascinating. We prowled the floors checking the
merchandise on display, knowing that we didn't have a hope in hell of
getting anything at those prices. As I was about to suggest a soda--that
was all we could afford--I saw this couple at the far end of the
corridor. The gait was familiar, and as I stared, I got the shock of my
life.

It was Brooks with Celia.

They were arm in arm and he had leant over her and appeared to be
something in her ear, at the same time the bastard was nuzzling her neck.
I was dumbfounded and my jaw dropped open. I got that queasy feeling in
my stomach when you know that the shit has hit the fan. I must have been
rooted tot he spot as one of the guys had to yank me back to get to the
car. I glanced fleetingly over my shoulder and saw that they had turned
into a store. I wanted to go back and see, but I had to go with the guys.

On the ride back I claimed I wasn't feeling well--which was true--and I
got dropped off at home. I rushed up to my room and locking the door
flung myself across the bed. I had never felt such torment, such rage,
and I buried my head in the pillow. The pain of betrayal had now set in
as I bit into the pillow to stifle my sobs. The hot tears flowed as I
thought the worst. I had images of Brooks fucking Celia. I almost puked
at that. Brook's ass moving up and down as he plowed his fat cock into
Celia's wet cunt. Brooks moaning his pleasure and Celia squealing her
delight. Pigs! Both of them. All the pent up feelings of inadequacy,
despair and hopelessness welled up in me as my body was violently racked
by my stifled sobs. Why the fuck was this happening to me? I lay in bed
morosely thinking over the summer that had been and swore then that I
would never fuck with Brooks again.

I stayed locked away in my room till dinner time and came down only after
making sure that my parents would not guess at my distress. Dad was not
there and mom said that he had to pop over to the office for some urgent
overseas work. Mom explained that there was a big project in Turkey which
could make or break dad's career. Perhaps he might have to fly there in a
couple of days.

Dad was excited when he got back. They had bagged the project he told
mom. He would probably have to fly across soon. He then gave a meaningful
look at mom an asked her if she had spoken to me. Since I had not
appeared all day she had not. Dad looked kind of anxious and turning to
me said:

"My contact in Turkey has a son who is joining college in the Midwest
this fall. Before that he has to take a short summer course in English to
pass his entrance test. Our local; community college offers this course
and the company thought it would be a good idea if we helped him out.
I've talked it over with mom already and she agrees that he can stay with
us for a while before going west. Mom suggested he could share your room,
I hope that's OK with you?"

Shit! What the hell was going on? Why did he have to lie to me to move
that extra bed in? I was getting paranoid and was about to explode when I
saw how anxious dad really looked. I was feeling pretty lonely after my
betrayal and in that state of vulnerability I smiled at dad and said that
anything that was OK with the folks was OK with me.

"Good, that's settled then--I'll fly back with the "boy" over the
weekend."

Nether Brooks nor Celia bothered to call the following week and I
supposed they were exhausted from their incessant bouts of fucking. I
should have really nailed that bitch! During my time at work, I spent
hours deciding the slowest death possible for those two vipers. Dad had
called from Turkey saying that he was definitely bringing the
"boy"--that's how he put it--over the weekend. At this juncture of my
life. I waited for this to somehow retrieve the summer which looked all
but lost.

There was a lot of excitement in the house as dad was expected back
shortly. Mom had driven down to New York to receive them while the three
of waited at home impatiently. The car pulled into the driveway and
unloaded its passengers. There were my parents arm in arm, and behind
them, carrying a raincoat was a lanky boy.

Achmed was exotic!!

To be continued...

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