My Married brother

My Married brotherMy Married brotherIt was a quiet Tuesday night. James lay half asleep in bed in the darknessof his room. His mother and father were downstairs in the living room,probably discussing their youngest son. James found that he was a fondtopic of discussion with his parents - why was he behaving so strangelythese days . . . why did he do this that way when he used to do it this waybefore . . .He was used to that much by now.The honest truth was that he felt very lonely these days. He had a fewfriends on campus, but that was just about where his friends ended. Hefound it difficult to be friends with new people. He felt that there was nopoint in making new friends; they all have to leave in the end anyway. Hewas twenty years old, had been for the past month, but somehow he felt mucholder than he really was. But all of that was the big picture, through hiseyes.Today had been the worst day he'd experienced in a very long time. Heworked all weekend, and on Tuesday he was broke. His car had also given upon him in the middle of peak traffic that afternoon, and he felt depressedbecause there was no one he could call to help him out. He had no guyfriends to speak of, and the ones that he did have were not going to driveacross the town just to tow his car away and help him to get it fixed.James popped the hood of his green Camry as he pushed it to the side walkand looked inside. He didn't know what could be wrong with it . . . it justswitched off as he took a bend and that was that.His father was away at work, and there was no way that he could leave tohelp him out, and his brother . . . well, he hadn't spoken to his brotherin weeks. He'd definitely know what to do though. James knew that his bigb*o could have his engine running in no time . . .James lay on his bed, his stomach aching as he hadn't eaten. He keptthinking about his car parked in the garage next to his dads. There was noway he could have it fixed in time. He'd have to skip campus a few daysjust so that he could work to pay his mechanic. His thoughts drifted as heslowly fell asleep.James was so close to dreamland when he felt the weight on his bedshift. He didn't wake up, could be his dad looking for a spare mobile phonecharger or medication at his bedside table. Then he felt a hand on hisback, and immediately knew that it was Michael, his brother."k**do," Michael spoke softly, smiling at his brother fondly."Mike . . . what are you doing here?" James asked, slowly sittingup. Michael placed his hand on his brother's chest and slowly pushed himback into his resting position. He lowered his head and placed a kiss onhis brother's forehead."Just passing by," Michael said, sitting close to his brother wholay on his side. James found that he was directly underneath his brother'schest, and the smell coming off of him was amazing . . . he closed his eyesand took a deep breath . . . 'excellent' he thought o himself . . ."You enjoying that?" Michael asked his brother, with a wicked grinon his face."Yeah . . . Mike . . . I miss you . . ." James said sadly, his eyesmoist.Michael bent down again but this time placed a kiss on his brother'slips. James immediately opened his eyes, and pushed his brother away fromhimself."What the fuck are you doing Michael?" James demanded of hisbrother angrily, sitting up on the bed and moving away. Michael was lostfor words, not realizing what he was doing until he had already done it."Michael," James said to his older brother in a serious tone, "weswore that our escapades and liaisons would come to an end when you marriedMacey."Michael was looking at the ground, guiltily hiding his face from his k**brother. He bit his lip lightly, his mind blank and his face holding aworried look."I'm sorry Jamie," he apologized, his voice thick with emotion, "iwasn't thinking.""You got that right." James said to his brother. "Now what are youdoing all the way across town?" James demanded."Macey wanted to visit her folks," Michael said to James. Macey'sparents lived two roads away from him."Everything all right with you two?" James asked with concern inhis voice."Yeah, everything is good k**do" Michael said with an honest smileon his face. "I just miss you.""I miss you too Mike," James said simply."No k**do . . . i really, really, miss you . . ." Michael saidsadly, the tone of his voice filling the blanks and making his seven wordsentence sound like a novel."Get out Michael," James said to his brother, seriously chasing his27 year old brother out of his room."Jamie," Michael began to plead, "I love you," he said, gettingcloser to his younger brother, pulling him close to himself, "I love you somuch k**do . . ." Michael began to kiss his brothers fore head, then hischeek, his neck and then a peck on James' his lips."Michael," James pleaded, "Don't do this to me . . .""Please," Michael pleaded, "just one more time," he kissed hisbrother harder and James opened his mouth this time, allowing Michaelstongue to enter his mouth, "Just one more time k**do . . ."endI know that this isn't musch, but i promise that there is more to come. letme know what you think so far. emails welcome - [email protected] next few seconds were a blur. I sat on my bed as I watched my brotherrummage through my closets and pull out some clothes and my back pack."What are you doing Michael?" He froze as he looked at me, with alook on his face that I could not explain. There was desperation, andconfusion, and the one expression that his face failed to disclose was thathe was ready for a fuck. That I saw in the bulge of his pants. I slowly gotout of the bed and walked toward him, scared that at any moment my parentswould walk in on us and notice something -- me half naked and him hard asfuck. But those were paranoid thoughts . . . I threw them out the window."Macey is staying over at he parents tonight . . ." he said to me,and there aging I saw the sadness in his face and heard it in his voice.I did not know what to say. A part of me was so excited and turned on I wasafraid that I would either blow a hole through the roof with my erection,or wake up and realize that it was all a dream . . .It had been months since Michael and I had been together, not since hisstag party the night before his wedding. He was so wasted . . . and I had ahorrible headache and ass-ache as I stood next to him as his best man atthe altar. He was smiling at me, and his wife was smiling at him, and I wasjealous when I saw him kiss her, and I noticed that he did not kiss her theway that he kissed me.What am I thinking? I want him and Macey to work. I want him to fuck theliving daylights out of her and pop a few nieces and nephews for me. Momand Dad were hoping for that too."Michael," I stopped him with my hands on his. He just looked atme, his strong hands flexing under my weaker one."Yes?" he stated more than asked."This has got to stop!" I whispered, but I was so weak, and heknew it.Within minutes he was out of my room, with some of my clothes, my lap topand my mobile phone."Mom?" I heard him call from downstairs.I followed him into the living room where mom and dad were relaxing. Theyhad puzzled looks on their faces."James is spending a few days with me," he stated and before theycould say anything he was gone with my stuff. Dad gave me look . . . he waspissed off. That much I could tell, and I kind of knew why . . . I followedMichael.Out at his car he kept my lap top and mobile on his lap as he started hisengine."Get in," he said politely, "Please.""Mike," I stood at his door, "we have to stop . . ." I pleaded. Ididn't dare to look back, if mom or dad or even worse -- both of them --were watching us they would know that something was up. And by that I meanta whole lot more than my brother's cock, which no longer belonged fethiye escort to me butto Macey."This will be the last time," he said, begging me, "I promise," hestared at me with moist eyes.I knew that this was definitely not the last time, but he was begging me,and that was something that we did not do in our family, even from eachother.I walked to the passenger side and sat in with him."Seat belt," he instructed as he pulled out of the drive way. Momwas at the door, watching. I smiled and waved, so did Michael. She wavedback and then we were gone.He was not himself. He stopped the car a few roads away from our house nearthe main road."k**do," he said as he looked at me, and then he kissed mehurriedly in the middle of the empty street, "thank you." He was smiling.I sat silently. I wanted this, very badly, I wanted to feel him close tome, deep within me, breathing, asleep, warm, next to me. I'm not sure ifanyone knows what its like to be born and know this incredible guy. Heshared everything with me, saved me from every kind of trouble, and taughtme everything I wanted to know.He became my best friend, the first person I grew to love besides myparents -- and here I'm speaking about a non-sexual kind of live, butdefinitely something infinitely more intense than that which is sharedbetween siblings. I can't fully explain it. When I did something wrong hewould take the blame and then be there to tell me that it was all okay,that he had fixed it, after he got a beating from my dad or reprimanded bythe school head.I looked at him with a lifetime of love and appreciation and knew at thatmoment I would do anything for him, this strong, independent, and amazingman.We drove in silence for a while, his house was at least forty five minutesaway, and there was a long way to go. The music in the back ground was theusual . . . some hard-core trance. There were moments when he took his eyesoff of the road for a few seconds to look at me. I moved myself closer tohim, and he placed his hand on my thigh to meet mine. I relaxed, and so didhe. We were together again, just the two of us, after weeks without hearingfrom or seeing each other . . .EndOkay. Now, this could be frustrating that this story has no sex scene in itlike the first on either, but I promise that it will come in the nextinstallment. Please e-mail me and let me know what you think about thesetwo guys. [email protected] drive to his house was fast. He grew impatient at traffic lights andstop streets, and in no time he was parked badly in his front yard. Lap topin hand, bags over his shoulder, Michael almost dragged my into his fronddoor.As soon as the door closed he was on me, literally. I had never been kissedlike that ever, not even by him. He dropped my stuff on a shelf near theentrance and pushed me up against the front door, his hand traveling thelength of my torso, all over my neck and through my medium length hair.I could get whiffs of his scent as he breathed against me, as his skin madecontact with mine, but that was not enough."k**do," he gasped as he pulled me toward the stairs, kissing me ashe nudged me up to his bedroom, and at the very top of the stairs we wereof equal height as he stood two steps below me. His touch was so loving, sointimate. I wondered if he touched Macey this way too.I allowed myself to be taken by him. He pushed me up the last couple ofstairs with his body pressing hard into mine. His lips were so demanding!I didn't wan to to be with him on his wife's bed."Mike," I pushed him away for a second, "not on Macy's bed,"He looked at me for a second and then we found our way to the guestbedroom. He switched the bedside lamp on, which emitted a dim light. Thecurtains were open, and there was no house in front of us.He unbuttoned his shirt with me and dropped it to the floor, looking at myface the whole time.Michael placed his hands on my shoulders and starred deeply into my eyes,reading my thoughts, the way he has always been able to. He could tell thatI wanted him as much as he wanted me.His actions were more firm, more reassured now that he knew where we stoodwith each other.He sat me down on the bed, bending down so that his lips met mine, holdingmy head gently within his large hands.It felt so good to be in his arms. I was safe.I reached for his belt, but for some reason he stopped me."I love you k**do," he said, looking me in the eye, "I just wantedto be with you,"I kissed him deeply, letting him know that he had me, that I was his fortonight. I let him know that I wanted him too, that I needed him.He held my hand, looking at it closely. I stared at him, looking at hisface and chest. His stomach looked softer. I touched it, he was. Guess hedidn't work out as much as he used to. I love him.Michael knelt on the bed, his knees on either side of me, we kissed again,this time more relaxed, more steady, more pertinently on his side. Hepulled off my t-shirt and raised it to his nose, smelling my scent. Therewas no need for me to smell him, his scent was all around me, I wasengulfed in it. He pressed in closer to me, and there I felt it between mychest and stomach. He was as hard as a steel pole.I unzipped his pants, and then reached for his belt. He moaned as my handsbrushed against his hard cock.I had flashbacks of times I spent with him over the years, which brought myerection to bursting point. I needed him, right that very minute.I gently pushed him off of me so that I could remove my own pants, andwithin seconds we were standing there in front of each other in our underpants, our hardness evident through the fabric that constrained ourpassions.I noticed a small wet spot on his. He was ready.We kissed some for a few moments more and then he removed my briefs, myerection slapping my stomach as it rose in its freedom.My hands were all over him, I was so hot, and he was already sweatinglightly as he laid me down on my back, crawling over me. It felt so good tobe in this position with him, just like old times.We had nothing to lose. I felt his hot mouth press down on my nipples, ashe licked and sucked at them, I was so excited."Mike," I pulled his head back up to my face and kissed himlightly, "I need you." He stood up and looked at me with a mild smile onhis face."I'll be right back," he said to me, winking as he exited theroom. He still had a great ass!He was back in a jiffy, his hands rubbing his cock, which was slick andlubed up, ready for me."Come here," I said to him desperately.He was on me again, and I moved my legs so that he would have space. I feltthe head of his hard penis at my tight entrance, nudging my hole, knockingon my door. I relaxed, and loosened up a bit. He was in, gently, but Ihadn't been fucked since my last time with him it hurt a little. He saw iton my face and froze."Keep going stud," I said to him, my eyes closed. He bent down andkissed me, his tongue entering my mouth as he pushed in. Three inches deep,and he had grazed my prostate which made all the pain worth while.He pulled out a little, and then back in, and then out. As he moved in andout of me he went in deeper and eventually his whole dick was inside me,right where I wanted him."I love you k**do," he said to me"I love you too Mike," was all I could manage to say.The pressure on my prostate was amazing. I couldn't believe that I hadforgotten what this felt like. He was amazing!Pretty soon he was moving in and out of me, making my skin blush. His mouthwas open in pleasure, and I smiled. He looked so happy, his cock was sohappy, and so was mine. I watches the pleasure rose, so did my cock. Eachtime he thrust into me he hit the base of my cock near my perineum, drivingmy dick further up my stomach and out of my foreskin.He placed his hands on either side of my head, looking escort fethiye deeply into my eyes,and a wicked smile across his face."Go for it!" I encouraged him, bracing myself for what was about tocome.He began thrusting harder and deeper into me, raising my pleasure point tothe max. I felt as if I was about to cum!The sounds in the room was a****listic, just man on man flesh pounding intoeach other, and his strong smell kicked in."Keep going Mike!" I pleaded. I knew that if he kept this up hewould make me cum, a powerful prostate orgasm, and he did.My ass muscles tightened around his cock as I felt it growing, a feelingdeep within my crotch. It was a dry, intense orgasm that ripped through mybody, and he kept on going, pounding into me, harder and faster.He bent down and kissed my ear which sent shivers through my body as myorgasm subsided."I'm gonna cum k**do," he gasped at me, thrusting, his face screwedup in full concentration.I wrapped my hands around my cock and started jerking myself off, and Ifelt the feeling rise up my hard cock. I was gonna cum again, and this loadwas going to drown me!In a few short moment s I felt him cum inside me, still amazed that I couldfeel it -- a different heated liquid shooting into me, making his thrustssmoother against my sensitive prostate."Don't stop Mike," I said to him, jerking my cock hard and fast,"I'm gonna cum!"It was one of my most intense orgasms to date. He was nudging my prostatewith his hardness, and his hot cum was beginning to dribble out of my sorehole. I came with such force, my jizm splashing our chests and his chin. Hegot so excited at that . . .Michael collapsed on me, my cum making our body slippery with our sweat andexhaustion."That was amazing k**do," he said to me, kissing me. I liked thecum off of his chin and he sucked it out of my mouth, swallowing it allinside his strong body. "Now I'll be able to get my muscles hard again withthis special formula!"I laughed first, and then he followed. Everything was good. He was happy,and I remembered why I loved him so much, he knew how to make me happy.End.Sorry this took me such a long time to write. As usual, comments welcome [email protected] are also welcome to join my group where you can read all of my storiesbefore they appear on nifty.Over the years as our relationship grew and our "play-time" evolved frominnocent swimming the lake and camping to more passion filled and eroticbrotherly love, I had learned to take him.He rose so many inches above me in height, and his strength and studlybeauty was breathtaking . . . Michael was my hero, and always will be.I had always wondered myself why he and Macey did not have an amazing sexlife . . . he had the biggest weiner ever . . .and he was an amazing lover. . . but a few weeks ago, he and i had a heart to heart between our fucksessions, and I was enlightened.Macey was not into him, she did not love the thing about him that I did. . . He was not her hero . . .She was great, and the two made an excellent couple, but it upset me thatshe did not make him happy - no problem though, I was not going anywhere!Michael and I had been hooking up every chance we got, when my parentsweren't home, he was screwing me in my bed, making such hot brotherly loveto me, pressing me hard against the mattress, making a huge wet spot on mysheets with his cum and my liquids . . .We could have our quickies and then dash out back as soon as the folks gotback, barely tucking our rock hard cocks into our pants in time.We had a great many close calls . . .A few nights ago, Michael turned up after work. I had gotten home fromschool, fell asleep and mom and dad had left for the evening, it was aFriday night.I woke to the feeling of an added weight on the bed, and a warm breathalong my ear, and then some wet tickling all around my neck . . .I just knew it was him, straight out of my slumber, I opened my eyes to theman of my dreams."Hey k**do," He smiled at me. I smiled back, and pulled his face tomy lips. The amazing thing about Mike was that no matter how many times hedrilled the cum right out of me, he still gave me the butterflies in mytummy . . . i still got rock hard for him, and my mouth almost always gotincredibly dry when I spoke to him . . .He was so talented in bed!!In seconds I helped him pull of his clothes and he helped me take off mine,and we were kissing like our lives depended in it . . . i could taste someg**** juice and something else . . . can't remember what it was, but itturned me the fuck on beyond anything i had felt in a long while, likeViagra or something like it.I was about to turn around so that he could mount me and give us both whatwe wanted, but he stopped me, holding me down, and in between kisses,"I want to look at you," he said to me, with a glint in his eyes,"I love you so much!"That i knew was beyond the sex, the amazing sex . . .My right leg found its way around his waist and rested on his back, and ina matter of seconds, he began entering me. I was already in heaven, oneinch in and he kept it going, soon his entire length was planted so deepinside me i could feel it way beyond my bladder, and few inches below mynavel. He placed his hand there, knowing that I was loving it all, lovingall of him . . .One thing confused me; he was rough with Macey, and yet so passionate withme.He pressed himself against me, his soft abs against my weiner, and hisweiner deep inside of me, pressing against the top of mine . . . the thingsthis man made me feel!!!I felt him pull away a bit, and then braced myself for our copulation.He was always gentle, but his sheer size was enough to make me feel on thebrink of blacking out.I could see that he was going to be at it for a while tonight . . . i wasup for it, not just with my own hardon - which was drooling between the twoof us, but i was so hot for my big brother . . . i wanted him all night. . .Michael took my hands and held them just above my head with left hand, andwith his right he kept my head in place as he kissed me deeply, his tonguegoing all the way into my mouth, wrestling with mine . . . i knew that iwould not win this round . . . i was so hard, and so hot, the butterflieswere really doing a job in my tummy, and he was moving in and out of me atsuch a pace . . . his thick hard pole grazed my prostate each time heentered thrust into me and pulled back, and the friction of his soft absand his cock lodged so deep inside me, that I was about to shoot my loadall over the two of us - my loads belonged to him, he made me cum likenothing on this earth."Shoot it k**," he said so me, holding me tightly, i was unable tomove my head away, and the feelings were growing so intense . . . hepressed his lips back against mine, and forced his tongue back in, I was soclose . . . so close and then i heard some laughing and he froze, and thenthe front door shut . . .The folks were home!!In seconds he pulled out of me, his motion was so fast that I was inexcruciating pain!By the time Michael has his clothes on, I was still lying there on my bed,curled up in pain.He pulled the sheets over me and sat down at my desk just as dad knockedgently on my door,"Mike?" he called and then entered. He must have thought that i wasasleep, as i was very still . . . Mike stood up, miraculously with hisweiner tucked in his pants . . .The two spoke softly outside my door, and then he was back."Mom and dad decided to go away for the weekend . . ."That was all he said, and sat back down at my desk.I was rock hard again in anticipation despite the pain . . .End of part four.More to come soon!Comments welcome,[email protected] always took me like a champ. He was my little champ forsure. That weekend I had my own way with him, fucked his cum right out ofhim several fethiye escort bayan times, and made him have loads of dry orgasms when his cuteballs were empty. He just happily sat on my lap, or got on all fours, orlay down beside me. My favorite positions were all the ones that allowed meto see his face as I bred him, kissed him, and made love to him.We stayed him his bed most of the time, only going down to the kitchen fora snack, or to the bathroom to have showers ? and even then I wasfucking him. My cock was just not getting tired for him.Friday night, the whole of Saturday and Sunday had passed us by, and I hadnot broken the news to him. At least he would not hear it from anyone else,since he was with me all day and night. Fuck, was I going to miss him . . .I had decided to tell him just before the parents retuned. We were goingthrough the house together, making sure that there was no incriminatingevidence around, no stray cum-shots on the sofas or bathroom, passages etc.It didn't take long, as most of his loads were either in my mouth or myhand, and all of mine were either in his hot ass, or his sweet lips . . .I walked out back to the porch. It was a bit chilly, but nice. James wassitting on a recliner by the pool. I grinned to myself and wondered if hewas okay. He must surely be sore . . . by Saturday morning we had no needfor lube because he was producing his own in copious amounts. I just wokeup and slid on right into him . . . the same as this morning, and all thetimes in between."James," I said as I placed my hand on his shoulder. My mistake,now he was going to think I have bad news. Honestly, I did not know how hewas going to take the news. I remember the day he found out I was datingMacey. Fuck, I felt as if I was cheating on him. He was upset, as expected,but he came around and said that he was cool with it. After that he prettymuch avoided me. A few times I was able to seduce him, I missed him so much. . . I love Macey, and always will, but she and I but heads toooften. When our marriage was going down the drain, I turned to James and hehelped me get things into perspective. Maybe he'll help me now aswell. That's if he doesn't punch the fuck out of me. But then maybe afterhe punches the fuck out of me he'll help me out.Either way, it was killing me not telling him for so long . . . and I hadput it off for far too long. I looked and my hand on his shoulder. He wasstill looking out into nowhere. My wedding band glistened in the light.On my wedding night, after my stag party, everyone else was passed outdrunk as fuck. James was asleep as well, but he controlled himself with thealcohol, unlike me . . . I had downed gallons of beer, and whatever potionsmy buddies concocted. There was a stripper as well. James didn't like it,and I didn't either. I pretended to enjoy it, my cock as limp as soggybread. James cheered me on with everyone else, though his remarks were alittle cold and cruel. It hurt, but I let it pass, understanding thetorment he must have been going through as well. I had really fucked thingsup for him . . . i awoke from the couch I had fallen asleep on, cock nowrock hard and pointing out straight in front of me. The other guys weresnoring away peacefully. I bumped my way through the hotel suite to James'room. He was asleep, on his side, covers up to his waist. His beautifultorso was visible in the moonlight, breathing lightly, his arms around apillow. I climbed into the bed, and without thinking, began kissing hischest. He was so smooth, pale, but defined really well. I traced my lipspast his nipples after a little nibble, up his collar bone, and by the timeI had reached his neck he was awake and pushing me away. I wasn't taking`no' for answer, not this time. I lowered myself right on top of him,stinking of alcohol I'm sure, but I wanted to kiss him so bad . . ."Fuck Michael," he whispered aloud to me. That was common between us, usingour full names when we were serious. I moaned and placed my lips onto hisand kissed lightly, holding his hands as they uselessly pushed against mychest. I was way stronger than he was, and also heavier, and drunk."k**do . . ." I whispered to him, and giggled a little when I realized thatI had just breathed out right into his nose, "Jamie, one more time," Ibegged softly as I kissed his neck, his ears, then brought his hand to mylips and kissed them too. He stopped fighting me for a brief moment."You're getting married tomorrow," he whispered, so softly, but Icould hear the pain in his voice.I kissed him harder and worked my way to his lips again, looking at him inthe dim light through my drunken eyes. He was a strong young man . . . hewas almost glaring at me, well, I remember it that way. I ran my handsalong his back, down to his ass and squeezed them gently, still kissing hisneck, then his lips, begging him. He did resist, and he was sincere aboutit, no pretending not to want me, but secretly enjoying the conflict. Heall but told me to get the fuck away from him."Please, Jamie . . ." I pleaded, I placed my forehead on his andclosed my eyes, pulling him as close to myself as possible, hugging himtightly, "I will always love you.""Good, I will always love you too," he said coldly, "now get off meI can't breathe."That was a low blow for me, but I was determined, even if for the lasttime, I was going to make love to him, so that he will never have a doubtin his mind. I held on to him. I kissed his forehead and rubbed myselfagainst him, his cock was soft . . . that was sobering to me. Here I was,drunk and horny, forcing myself onto him. But even so, I didn't want toback off. I pushed my hand into his shorts, against his will, his handsagain uselessly resisting me. I jerked his soft member between us a fewtimes, placing my own hard on right next to his, using my pre-cum as lubefor him, and taking my fingers up to his lips. He didn't lick them, but Imoistened them anyway, kissing him and getting my tongue into his mouth,but his teeth were closed. I was getting frustrated, and was about to giveup too when I felt his harden in my hand, and ever so slightly, he openedhis mouth to me, his legs relaxed a little . . ."Go brush your teeth," he said to me sternly. I didn't hesitate. Ifumbled my way to the bathroom and drunkenly brushed my teeth like anobedient dog. I wanted to be thorough but also didn't want to take toolong. When I got back into bed, James was laying on his back, cock in hand,slowly jerking away. That was the last time I had had sex with him before Igot married. It was a hot night, I was so sad, and he was sad for sure, buttried to mask it. The wedding went well, James didn't leave any marks on mybody, but fuck did I mark him . . . his neck, his back, his chest and arms,his thighs and abs . . . I made love to him for the last time. Untilseveral weeks ago, when I walked into his room that Tuesday evening. Jameswas my best man, he gave me a really awesome toast, and played along withthe `I'm so happy for you' bull-shit, but I knew he was dying inside. . . he used my wedding as an excuse to get totally wasted. He had passedout by the time I had to leave, and I did not get to say goodbye to him.Now I felt as if I was going to put him through all that shit again. Irealized that James was not looking out into nothing, but actuallyfollowing a car along the road with his gaze as it took a turn anddisappeared. A few seconds later, the garage opened and we heard the folksvoices as they came to a halt.Guess my news will have to wait.Notes from the Author:Sorry that this has taken a while . . . hopefully there will be more tocome very soon, if not with this story then with the others as well. I ameagerly awaiting feedback since I have been out of writing for such a longduration - [email protected] a read of my other stories as well;1.My brother Clarke2.You dad3.Pissed off elder brotherPlease note that the Google group site (thegreybaron) is no longer inuse. DO NOT APPLY FOR MEMBERSHIP THERE!Thanks for reading!