Date: Fri, 26 Aug 2005 07:44:55 +0000
From: Tom Hansen <etomhansen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Forever Brooks-Part 6 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
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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 6

by Emmanuel Thomas Hansen - (Manny)

From Part 5: "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 pool 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. "

Since it was Sunday, the pool was busy, as I tried looking for the gang.
I caught sight of them on the far poolside and Achmed and I made our way
over. Brooks was not there. With introductions all around over, I took
Achmed to the locker rooms to get changed. His swimsuit was one of those
scanty bikinis and left nothing to the imagination. I must admit that he
did look good and my spirits lifted.

Achmed was in the pool stroking away, and I with the guys outside, when
Brooks and Celia walked up. They looked like cats that had just lapped up
a bowl of cream--I wondered whose cream. Brooks nodded stiffly in my
direction and Celia of course ignored me. Isn't it strange how
relationships can get so twisted? Here was Celia with Brooks, and Brooks
was really not one to hang around with us locals in the past. Over time,
Celia had become indifferent to me as I to her, but I could sense hostile
undercurrents. I suppose know girl likes to be dropped, and although I
did not tell Celia directly, she had stopped being a part of my life a
long time ago.

"Fuck them!" I thought and looked across the pool at Achmed who had been
swimming some laps quite well. After a while, Achmed joined us and sat
and chatted with the guys about his life in Turkey. A number of questions
were asked as he was one of the very few Turks who had ever visited our
town. I looked at where Brooks and Celia were attempting to tan
themselves and saw that he was watching us. After a couple of minutes he
sauntered over to us alone and said "hi!" in the general direction of
Achmed. I took it upon myself to make the introductions but left out
where he was staying. Naturally Brooks asked Achmed where he was staying
and Achmed said at my house. At that exact moment I saw Brooks glance
down to check out Achmed's basket. He turned to me, raised an eyebrow
quizzically, smiled at Achmed and went back to where Celia was frying in
the sun. So...I had faced them down but I felt nothing--no pain, no
triumph, just nothing.

The rest of the day was pleasant enough, and dad was a good sport,
indulging us with beers as we watched the game. After dinner we went
straight up to bed as Achmed had an early start the next day. Just before
I drifted off to sleep, Achmed asked me:

"How well do you know Brooks?"

"OK, Why?"

"I thought he was looking at me very funnily...you know what I
mean?..funnily..."

"Don't bother, you probably imagined it, he's just one of the guys...nice
guy..."

Before I knew it, Achmed was asleep and by his breathing I knew that
"again" would have to wait another day. Gently I jacked off to the image
of Brooks pile-driving my ass as my eruption stained my briefs.

When I surfaced the next day, Achmed had already left for school. I hung
around all day and left for work just before Achmed was due back from his
evening language laboratory. In fact our routine was such that we hardly
got to see each other much during the week.

That Thursday was like any other day. At around six in the evening I
received a call from Brooks. He sounded very disoriented and I thought
had had been drinking. The gist of the conversation was that he wanted me
to come over to his house on my way to work. I told him that I had to be
at work by nine, and maybe it would be better if we met the next day
during his lunch break, but he was very insistent. Till this day I do not
know what got into me that I agreed.

Brooks opened the door and I knew instantly that he was destroyed.
Strange sounds emanated from the family room and I was intrigued enough
to find out what the hell was going on in there. I was told that his
parents were in the Bahamas and were expected back only sometime next
week. I followed him in and headed toward the den. I had no intentions of
going upstairs where the bedrooms were. He wanted to go up, but I was
firm in my decision to stay down and refused to go up.

He had a movie on at full volume. On closer view I was appalled to see
that it was one of the gay porno's that I had heard so much about. An
older man was about to ram his humongous cock into the waiting ass of a
blonde youth. I stared with my mouth open as it slid in ever so slowly
into the folds of his ass, accompanied by loud yells of encouragement by
the impaled youth. Reluctantly I turned to Brooks and asked him what was
so urgent that he had to see me immediately. I told him that I did not
want to come as for the past couple of days he had been treating me as
though I had died. Inexplicably he exploded:

"You cock sucker--You're asking me what's so urgent? Can't you call? Who
the fuck is that staying with you? Are you fucking him? Don't lie!

"None of your fucking business!"

He struck me hard on the side of my head, like a rattlesnake strikes,
hard and with lightning speed. I was taken aback and stumbled behind
falling on to the couch. He was on me quickly, hitting my sides with his
balled fists. I tried to retaliate but he had me good and proper. I
covered my face for protection so that there would be no tell-tale marks.
He grabbed me around the throat in a half Nelson and began to squeeze the
life out of me. I struggled to get up, to get away, but he was possessed
by a demonic strength. I felt his other hand pull out my shirt and slip
below the elastic of my briefs , just above the crack of my ass.

"Nooo..." I whimpered as he thrust down and inserted a finger up my anus.
It was done so roughly that it hurt fiercely. I knew that if I continued
the struggle, both of us would get hurt, and so accepted the inevitable.
I just lay there still hoping he would not hit me again. By now he had
managed to uncover my ass, and I felt him sliding off his shorts. He had
by now two fingers up my ass and he roughly twisted them inside before
pulling out. I felt the familiar mushroom head probing my asshole, and
with a shout of "Bitch!", he entered me to the hilt. I had not stood a
chance. Erratically he fucked me with such venom, that the tearing pain
in my ass brought tears to my eyes. With a shout of triumph he thrust
into the core and started pumping his sperm deep inside of me. It was
over in a few minutes. He rolled off of me and I got dressed as quickly
as I could and headed for the door, not looking back.

"Run home to mommy!" he jeered at my back as I reached to open the door.

"Wait!"--there was so much pathos in the voice that I had to turn around.
I saw that he had followed me into the hallway. There were tears
streaming down his face. When he came up to me he fell on his knees and
grabbed me by the waist, burying his head in my lap.

"What have I done?! What have I done?!" he wailed.

"Just fucked me!"-- I thought

He was getting more hysterical by the minute so I picked him up and led
him to the den. He sat crouched in his chair never looking me in the eye.
In spite of all the hot action on the screen, I thought it prudent to
switch off before we went on. Something dreadful was bothering him and I
had to find out. As best as I could--considering his treatment of me
earlier--I gently questioned him to the reason of his apparent distress.
He finally looked at me mournfully, and in fits and starts his troubled
story tumbled out.

He had been rather upset that I had been dating Celia. He had not
believed me when I had said that the relationship was more or less
platonic. He knew that Celia was a horny cunt who put out for anybody and
definitely anyone that she dated. I had not been able to fool him. He
knew that I was screwing Celia.

With this twisted logic, he had decided to date Celia and get his own
back at me. He knew that Celia had had the hots for him as she had been
coming on strong on him even while she had been going out with me. So he
had decided to teach me a "well deserved" lesson.

He thought I was the town slut. He did not believe I was a virgin at our
first time, because the way I had fucked told him that I had been at it
for a long time which in fact was true, but why should I tell him that?.

I thought to myself, that with his claimed inexperience, it would be
difficult to judge my experience! Slowly it dawned on me that Brooks was
jealous of my other experiences, however unfounded that might be. I
waited for him to tell me more, but he just continued to sob some more. I
was at my wits' end as to what to do next. My head told me to clear out
before life became anymore complicated, but my heart told me to stay. I
could not understand why--here I was just beaten and buggered--but I knew
I had to, for Brooks' sake. I went over to him and gripped by the
shoulders. He looked up at me and seeing the misery in those baby-blue
eyes melted my heart. All my resolutions flew out of the window as an all
pervading sense of love consumed my heart. I tried to gather him in my
arms and seat him next to me on the couch, but he came on his own. I
hugged him tightly and cradled his head in my arms--I do not know why. He
had, by now, regained his composure and so he continued.

Celia had been good fun as she was quite willing to go along with Brooks'
plan. However, he kept on putting off the inevitable fuck as somehow he
did not have the will to do it. They had explored each others' minds and
bodies during their time together but Celia demanded more. In fact, she
was exasperated that in spire of her best efforts, Brooks was unable or
not willing to consummate their relationship. Finally, today when he got
back from work, she had turned up at the house. They started making out
in the den and she tried every trick in the book to arouse him, but
nothing worked. She started getting pissed off and then got violently
angry. At last, when she knew that nothing was going to happen, she
slapped Brooks' face and said, quite sarcastically, that she did not know
why she was hanging around with a "queer". To save the other girls the
torment that Brooks had put her through, she was going to spread the word
around. He was frightened that she would do what she had threatened and
he did no know what to do.

He had called me since I was the one responsible for this mess. He said
that had I not fucked with him, none of this would have happened. If I
had refused, said "No!", the first time, he would not have known the
carnal pleasures that ate into his guts. It was basically my fault that
he had turned "queer", and what did I propose to do about it?

After this diatribe he lapsed into silence. I heard him sniffle and he
wiped away his tears and looked at me imploringly for me to work a
miracle. I was nonplused. There was nothing I could do or say which would
change things. He had managed to lay a guilt trip on me , and sucker that
I was, I fell for it. Gently I told him that I was genuinely sorry that
he felt this way. As for Celia, I told him not to worry as no one would
believe her. She had been rebuffed so often that none took her or her
stories seriously. I said that she had threatened me the same way and I
had paid no attention to it and nothing had happened. I continued
stroking his head and kissed the crown lightly. As I cradled him in my
arms I wondered why life was becoming so complicated.

I thought I had managed to comfort him as he sat up and looked at me
quite deliberately and said:

"What would I do without you Manny?"

I wanted for him to say more-- to say that he loved me--but as I waited I
realized that it was not to be. The conversation had reached a dead end
now, and I excused myself and got off to work.

That night at work I really did a lot of thinking. I had been raped and
abused and yet I was not willing to write off my relationship with
Brooks.

Let's face it-Brooks was my destiny!

"What's wrong with you?" I thought.

I had no one to confide in and I was finding things very difficult to
handle alone. I was frightened by the depths of my feelings for Brooks
and I also had the foreboding that I was going to end up in a serious
mess. Fear of exposure also haunted me and I thought the best thing would
be to swear off sex with anyone for the rest of the summer

After this last episode, Brooks avoided me as though I had the plague. I
was hurt by this new development, but by now I had grown used to his
mercurial bouts of friendship and sex, and honestly, I was able to pull
on for the next three weeks without tormenting myself with thoughts of
Brooks. My relationship with Achmed had flowered into one of genuine
affection, and because of our timings which prevented us from getting
together during the week, we made special plans for the weekends. Most of
the time we hung out with the guys while Brooks was conspicuously absent.
My resolution to avoid any further sexual contacts with Achmed had held
and he seemed none the worse for it. The pattern of my life now seemed
smooth, and in a long time I was contented.

This was to be Achmed's last weekend with us. In honor of this I had the
pleasure of getting Friday evening off from work. His dad was flying in
and taking him to the city and then to college in the Midwest. Sunday
night we were all to go out for dinner, hosted by Achmed's dad. I looked
forward to it as I enjoyed having the luxury of eating out once in a
while.

Friday, at lunchtime, I received a call from Brooks. His parents were out
for the weekend as usual, and without Celia he was at a loose end. The
bastard wanted to know what my plans were, and I told him that since I
was not working that evening, Achmed , I and the guys were planning on
going to a party in the next town. We had commitments and were definitely
tied up.

"Why don't you come here first and then we'll see about the party?"

"No! No...I can't...the guys...No, really..."

"Suit yourself!"

He hung up abruptly.

I could not believe it! After three weeks of treating me like shit, he
just calls up and expects me to go running? Shit! This was unreal.

After the indignation passed the yearning started. I willed the phone to
ring and it did.

"Are you sure you won't come over this evening?"

"What about Achmed?"

"Bring him along. Spend the night here. We'll have a good time."

"What d'ya mean?!...OK...You sure?"

"Yes!"

With Achmed around I was sure I was pretty safe. I told Mom that we would
probably be going to a party with Brooks, and since we would be returning
late, we would sleep over.

And that was done

To be continued...

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