Date: Thu, 25 Aug 2005 07:54:50 +0000
From: Tom Hansen <etomhansen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Forever Brooks-Part 5 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
reading about sex between males is offensive to you or violates any laws in
effect where you live. Many of the stories concern events that occurred
prior to the HIV health crisis. Some of the sexual activities described
would not be safe if done today. You should always observe safe sex
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Forever Brooks - Part 5

by Emmanuel Thomas Hansen - (Manny)

From Part 4: " 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 us 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, a lanky boy.

Achmed was exotic!"



Achmed was exotic!

He was a bit taller than I, with tawny skin, reddish hair, and the
greenest pair of cat's eyes I had ever seen. I never knew that Turks
looked like this. His shoulders were broad and square, tapering to a
modest waist and his hips flared out before his long legs joined his
trunk. I felt the familiar sensation of heat and tightness in my groin
and I tried to think of something else before I burst the zipper of my
pants.

"This is Achmed," said my Dad as he was introduced to the three of us. My
brother and sister were uncharacteristically speechless as I moved
forward and shook his hand.

"This is Manny," said Dad, adding "You'll be sharing his room."

Later on I found out from Achmed, that on the flight over, dad had talked
incessantly of me- his hopes, his joy- and Achmed knew almost all that
there was to know about me, or so he thought. Achmed spoke with a slight
Eastern lilt which was pleasing to the ear. Surprisingly he was fluent in
English which I now know was taught extensively in his school in Turkey.

There was some banal banter at dinner and I headed to work after helping
Achmed move into my room. He knew of my job and said he was looking
forward to the weekend when we could spend more time together. That night
at work was the first time I forgot plotting my revenge against Brooks
and instead fantasized about Achmed. I was frightened by the intensity of
my feelings as I knew I would have to control myself as it could mean
Dad's job.

Achmed was about to leave with Dad when I got home in the morning. He
would register for the course which was to start the following week.
Since it was the weekend I thought it would be a good idea if Achmed saw
the sights before I introduced him to the gang. I was waiting for him
when he got back at lunchtime. My mom gave me the keys to the car and
some change and we drove around town before reaching the mall- the scene
of my debacle. We took in a movie, had a shake before getting home. My
parents wanted to take us all out for dinner, which was great fun as my
brother Giles made an idiot of himself asking Achmed the most absurd
questions. Back home my parents turned in, not before Dad told me to let
Achmed have another beer if he wanted to, and surprise of surprises, I
could have one too - the license to sin!

Achmed and I lay sprawled across the chairs in the den sipping our beers.
I was quite intrigued by him, and obviously showed it, as he patiently
answered all my questions.

He had led life in the lap of luxury--houses, servants, cars--things one
would not dream of here. I was quite fascinated as we went up to bed.

Since it was warm that night I slept only in a pair of boxer shorts not
caring if I embarrassed Achmed--after all it was my room. He slipped into
a pair of draw string pajamas with a wild and zany design. I turned the
lights out and I could hear him breathing softly in the next bed.

"Manny, is it true, the things we see in the American movies?"

"What things?"

"You know the girls and all that..."

"I don't understand."--although I understood perfectly what he meant.

"You know the sex and all that."

"The sex and all that...I guess it's true...but you'll have to talk to
the director." I sniggered to myself at that smart ass reply.

"Do you...have you...done these things?"

"Everybody does it...do you?"

"Yes, I've done it sometimes with the sister of a friend."

Great! I thought bitterly. Here I was nursing a broken heart and he was
talking of fucking sisters like in the movies. I lay still in bed waiting
to hear the steady sounds of his breathing, so that I could jack off in
peace in the midst of my fantasy world with Brooks.

"Manny, are you awake?"

"Yes."

"I've brought some magazines along; do you want to see them?"

At this time of night? He had to be joking. We had all day Sunday, but he
was the guest and I replied:

"OK."

I switched on the bedside lamp as he got up and burrowed in his suitcase.
He shouted in triumph as he held out a stack of magazines toward me. They
were girlie magazines which he had bought at the stopover in Frankfurt
unknown to Dad. He tossed one over to me and jumped into his bed. I was
suddenly wide awake and my antennae were up. These were the same moves
that Brooks had made the first time but only the accent was different. I
could be way off base and I knew that I was treading in dangerous waters.

The breathing in the next bed was getting more fevered. I had no interest
in the magazine in my hand as my mind slipped in reverie of the first
time with Brooks. The warm sensation of lust began to insinuate itself
between my legs as my cock began to harden.

"Have you ever had an appendix operation?"

What was I hearing? What inanity.

"No."

"I had an emergency just before coming here and I've a big scar, you want
to see it?"

Girlie magazines and scars at this time of night?

I went over to his bed and towered over his supine figure. He threw back
the covers, undid the drawstrings of his pajamas, and slipped out of
them. There was a relatively angry scar on the left side of his abdomen,
but what held my attention was his cock, rigid and standing straight up
from a thatch of red hair. His girlie magazines had got to him I thought.
I stood stock still, my eyes riveted to the spot between his legs. His
hands moved down his torso to his cock, encircled it and started moving
the skin up and down. The beer must have caused this brazen behavior. I
realized that my boxer shorts were tenting as my own cock had started to
harden. His eyes were fixed on my shorts and I saw that he was licking
his lips. I was mesmerized by the one eyed monster. As his hands moved
upwards, to the mushroom head, the eye would wink and I could see the
glisten of precum forming there. As if in a dream, I slowly bent down and
took the head of his cock between my lips. The salty taste was familiar
but the cock was not. It was seven inches long with an impressive girth.
It had a large mushroom head which was balanced on a pole which widened
at the base and was ringed with curly red hair. His balls were large and
tufted with down and his stomach was as flat as a washboard. His thighs
were stringy but powerful and I could imagine the power they could
deliver.

The door! I got up leaving his cock weaving in the air and ran to lock
the door. Shit! If anyone had walked in there would have been hell to
pay.

Achmed's eyes were closed as he waited for me to commence my feasting. I
knelt at the side of his bed and quickly swallowed his cockhead. Nothing
had been said and nothing needed to be said. His hands came off his sides
and gripped my hair. He applied some pressure for me to begin my descent
to the base of his cock. I tongued his cock in my mouth and slowly
started swallowing the rod. Inch by inch I moved my mouth downwards till
eventually my nose was nestled in his pubic thatch and his cockhead was
at the back of my throat. Achmed groaned with pleasure as he moved his
hips in time with the bobbing head. He parted his legs to give me more
access to his balls. As I sucked him, I fingered his balls and lightly
traced a line down his perineum to his tightly puckered hole. He was able
to control my movements by tugging at my hair and he wanted me to suck
his balls and I obliged with darting movements around the base of his
cock before nibbling and sucking each ball gently. Achmed was now really
into it. His hip thrusts had started becoming erratic and I thought he
was going to blow his stack. I pushed my hand below his balls and
fingered the crack of his ass. As I inserted my finger up his hole he
squealed and I stopped sucking to look up. His face was flushed and his
eyes were tightly closed. He was clenching his teeth and I thought that I
had probably hurt him trying to fingerfuck his ass. I stood up now and
shucked of my boxer shorts. His eyes opened and he threw me a questioning
glance as I clambered on to the bed and sat astride his chest. I edged my
cock to his face trying to bend it towards his inviting lips. He stared
at it, his green eyes getting crossed as my cock parted his lips. He
bared his teeth and opened his mouth as I gently fed him my manhood. I
grabbed his hair and pulled his head toward me so that he would swallow
my cock to the hilt. He gagged a bit as I stabbed it in and tickled the
back of his throat. He bobbed his head on my cock the best he could and I
rested back on my ass on his stomach, my hands alongside his hips. He
slid my cock out of his mouth and turned side to side tickling and
nibbling at my inner thighs which were on either side of his head. He
moved his hands and lifted my thighs above the level of his head to get
to my balls as I crooked my legs at the knees. His tongue darted around
my balls and his mouth sucked each one and then sucked them both
together. He placed his hands behind my ass and pulled me towards him. He
used his fingers to split my cheeks as his tongue darted into the rosette
that nestled there. He tongue fucked me till I thought I was going to
cum. But he was an expert at gauging the level of my excitement. Each
time he felt that I was ready, he would withdraw his tongue and lick my
balls. My precum was flowing steadily now and dripped onto my balls and
on to his chin. He wiped it with his fingers, took time off from the
tongue fuck, and licked them clean. Just when I thought that he was
intent on making me cum by sucking out my insides he stopped and pushed
me back by my knees. Our eyes met and finally he spoke:

"I want you to sit on my cock."

Mechanically I slid back and gathered my legs under me and squatted over
the lower part of his body. He had laved me and lubricated my asshole and
I would have no difficulty in taking up the length--the girth still had
to be seen. His cock with its inflamed dome was now pointed at my winking
hole. I lowered myself slowly on the pole, supporting myself on my hands
and heels as he held his cock steady for the first assault. My hole
touched his cockhead and I lowered myself further as his cock split my
ass as one would a peach, and started going in. My asshole felt on fire
as it was distended by the girth of his cock. His hands now clamped my
thighs and he pulled me down hard as his entire cock was engulfed by my
ass. I felt the back of my ass resting on his stomach with my back being
supported by his raise d thighs. The position was such that not much
movement was possible and I ground my ass into his crotch. My hole had
started clamping on his cock as I leant back on my palms and tried to ass
frig his cock. He slammed his hips upwards in a rhythmic tempo and as he
neared hid climax his movements became wilder and wilder. He had now
grabbed my cock with one hand and my balls with the other. He handled
them roughly which only added to my excitement. His lips were taught as
he bared his clenched teeth and his head had started rocking around.

I felt the urgency in his movements as his hips slammed into me and his
hands were flying all over my crotch. His eyes were screwed tightly shut,
his mouth was in a grimace, his hands had left my crotch and were
clenching the sheets on the bed and his back had started to arch. With a
cry he shoved upwards with all the strength in his thighs, so much so
that I was almost thrown off the bed. I continued to ride his cock as he
started spurting his jism into my hot ass. Shooting spurt after spurt,
his spunk went in, as my ass swallowed all that could give me. I slowed
down my grinding ass and looked at him as he laid motionless, eyes
closed. His face had turned a deep red and his chest was heaving heavily.
Rivulets of sweat flowed down his face which mixed with mine on his
chest. Slowly he opened his eyes and stared at me. The throbbing cock in
my ass had calmed down by now. I gingerly raised my ass of his cock. He
slipped out easily and I bent over and moved toward his face. With my
tongue I licked the sweat beads off his brow and finally our lips met. I
crushed mine against hiss as my hungry mouth tried to swallow his tongue.
I sucked hard and tried to rip his tongue out from the root but succeeded
in only getting its full length down my throat. I nibbled at his lips and
he nibbled at mine. My hard cock was on his stomach, and I rubbed it
against the hair on his pelvis and traced a moist line of precum to his
belly button.

We kissed deep and hard. I moved my mouth down his chin to his throat and
nibbled at the skin there. At last he spoke:

"That was the best!"

I looked at him and saw a smile twitch at the corner of his mouth. I
leant up and kissed him again while kneading his nipples with my fingers.
I moved my mouth to his nipples and sucked each one gently and nibbled my
way down t his belly button. I tongued the depression and licked all the
cum around it before taking his limp cock in my mouth. I had moved to the
end of the bed which allowed him to raise his legs. He raised them high
and I saw the dark rosette between the ass cheeks. Gently I parted them
and stuck my tongue into his hole to lubricate it before I made my foray.
In and out I delved, in time with the jerking of Achmed's hips. It smelt
musky, a kind of male smell, which is hard to describe. Achmed had
started to whimper now and my cock was rock hard with desire. I knelt at
the altar of his ass as he placed his heels on either side on my
shoulders. In front of me lay the valley of forbidden pleasures. I
gripped my swollen cock with one hand and smeared the precum over the
cockhead with the other. Supporting myself with the palm of a hand on the
bed, I positioned my cock at the waiting portals of Achmed's ass. With a
heave I shoved my cock in halfway. I heard him cry out and then gasp. I
caught his legs to leverage myself and slammed the rest of my cock in to
the hilt. I felt my balls banging against the cheeks of his ass. I went
at it like a jackhammer. He twisted and moaned in a medley of pain and
pleasure. My rigid cock worked its way into the depth of his bowels as I
slammed mercilessly into this beautiful boy under me. I braced myself on
the back of his legs to give him the benefit of my power as he started
clenching his ass cheeks. I hard started sweating now and my breaths were
in pants. The lava at the base of my cock was at a boil now and I knew it
would not be long before I came. I raised myself on to my toes as I
barreled into his ass and heard the breath hiss out of him. His head was
on its side and his tongue rolled out of his mouth. He tensed the muscles
in his neck as he tried to raise his head but the banging that he was
getting made it too much of an effort. There was an inferno raging in me
now as I heaved to fulfill my lust. I would not spare this pliable body
the wrath of my frustrations. With a cry I rammed in deep as the lava
overflowed. Currents of my sperm flowed up Achmed's as I got my orgasmic
release. I had slammed so hard at the climax that my balls were tightly
wedged in the crack of his ass. I shuddered with pleasure as I moved my
cock in and out in slow and gentle motions. All too soon it was over. The
tension in my body and the tautness in my balls had ebbed away. I slipped
my cock out of Achmed's gaping hole and lay down beside him. Cum trickled
out of his hole, between his ass cheeks on to the sheets. Some of it was
tinged pink. I looked over at Achmed but his eyes were closed as though
he were in a deep trance. I leant over and lightly brushed his lips with
mine. He opened his eyes, looked at me and said:

"That was great!"

I took it as a compliment and embraced him tightly.

"Do all you guys fuck so hard?"

I was embarrassed and mumbled that I was not sure they did. I do not
think the answer satisfied him but I did not care. A fulfilling tiredness
had overtaken me but I knew I had to clean up before we went to sleep.

I slipped into the bathroom and wet the bath mat. If it was sopping wet
it would not matter as mom would probably think that one of us had been
careless while taking a shower. I cleaned myself up and went to the still
form on the bed. I wiped the cum off and cleaned between the cheeks of
his ass. The hash mark was red. With the other end I cleaned the sheets
and on the way back unlocked the door. When I came out, Achmed had
slipped on his pajamas and was between the covers. I slipped on my boxer
shorts and got into bed. Turning off the lights I lay still contemplating
what we had just done.

Achmed was turning and tossing around when he suddenly asked:

"Manny, have you done this much?"

I wanted to lie, to tell him that he was the first, but I said:

"Some."

"Manny do you like it?"

"Yes...and you?"

"I like it, but this is the first time I've taken it up my ass."

I believed him because of the evidence when I had when I cleaned him up.

"Manny are you there?"

"Yes."

"Can we do it again sometime?"

I could not believe this, my own assfuck, in my own bedroom, aided and
abetted by my parents.

"Maybe."

For the first time in several days I was at peace with myself. The fuck
in Dad's office had become a distant memory and the nightmare of the mall
had had a happy ending. I had had my revenge on Brooks by banging the
hell out of Achmed. When I thought about it honestly, Achmed was only a
release or maybe an infatuation. I had fucked him for the pleasure of
fucking without any emotional involvement. In the heat of lust we had
gone through the motions, but in retrospect they were really mechanical.
Perhaps, Brooks thought of our relationship that way. The dull ache that
I had almost forgotten reappeared. However I might deny it. I could not
take any revenge or carry out any vendetta against Brooks. I longed for
him and that was that. On the contrary what had just happened had debased
our love, in fact, debased me. The chimera of my love for Brooks haunted
my sleep that night. I was restless and the feeling of being lost to the
world, returned but I was glad that Achmed was here, a soul mate who
would be balm to the wounds caused by my love forBrooks.

Sunday dawned too quickly for me. Achmed was still asleep in the next bed
and looked so blissfully unaware of the turmoil in my mind that I hated
to wake him up. Last night came back into my thoughts and I was still
tormented by what we had done. I took a deep breath and decided to forget
it--what is done is done!

I planned on lazing around the house that Sunday, and would probably
watch a game on the TV. I had no desire to take Achmed to the pool and
meet up with Brooks and Celia there.

Achmed had woken up; he smiled at me, and asked me how I had slept. I
said never mind that, the important thing was to make sure we got down
fast or we would have to get our own breakfast. My parents were waiting
for us--a first--when we reached the kitchen. Mom got things ready and on
the table Dad asked what we had planned for the day. I said that we had
nothing planned and maybe we could help him with his chores and then
watch the game together. Mom on the other hand, suggested that it would
be nice if I took Achmed to the poll and introduced him to the gang and
offered to drive us there. I was cornered and mumbled something to the
effect that the gang was maybe busy or something... However Achmed was
most enthusiastic to meet the rest of the guys and off we went.

To be continued...

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