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.