A New Beginning For Brian
A New Beginning For Brian
By Kevin –unoponcho
Note: The following story is not as erotic or so descriptive of sexual activity as most of my previous stories. In the case of this story I felt explicit sex scenes would detract from the narrative, and were unnecessary. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much enjoyed I writing it. Please do not hesitate to let me know what you think of it.
Martin and I had been partners for close to ten years. Martin is a gemologist and part owner and manager of a local jewelry store. I work in the executive office for a construction firm. Martin and I are extremely close and are devoted to each other. If there were such a thing as an ideal couple suited for each other, Martin and I would be in that category.
]Several months ago my company sent me to look over a warehouse that was to be either torn down and rebuilt or be renovated. I was to gather information for the company to make a bid to do the work. After looking over the building and seeing the neighborhood that warehouse was in, I had pretty much decided to recommend that the company refrain from bidding on the job. There was evidence inside the warehouse and the surrounding areas that there were neighborhood gangs that hanged out in this warehouse and other vacant warehouse nearby. I had even gotten a glimpse of several of the rough looking punks. I knew there would be trouble with them when the construction began.
When I returned to my car, there were several thugs eyeing my car. When they saw me coming towards my car they took off running. I got into my car and had gone a couple of blocks when I saw a young black man stumble out of a warehouse and collapsed in the street. I had to slam on my brakes to keep from hitting him. He was lying in the street and was not moving. I could see that he was bleeding and his clothes were torn. I did not know what to do. Looking back on it logically, I should have used my cell phone and immediately called the police. Instead I reached in the back seat and got a baseball bat from the equipment that I had from just finishing the season of coaching a little league baseball team. I took the bat for protection and my cell phone and got out of the car to see if I could help the young man.
After having a chance to examine the young black man, I could tell that he had been severely beaten and needed medical attention. I was about to call 911 when he came to. He begged me to not make the call. Again I did not know what to do. I knew that he needed help and I was not about to leave him in the street. I decided to get him in my car and drive around until I decided what to do next. I got him in on the rider’s side and I got behind the wheel and drove off. I had not gone very far when the young man looked at me and told me thanks. I could see a couple of gashes on his cheeks and one above his eye that looked like they need stitches. I reached behind the seat and got a towel for him to wipe off the blood.
He put out his hand, and said, “I’m Brian”. I shook his hand and told him that my name was Walt. I asked Brian what had happened to him. He told me that he did not want to talk about it. I asked him if he wanted me to call the police. He told me diffidently not that it would only cause him more trouble. He asked me to just take him home and he would be all right. I asked him where he lived, and he told me a couple blocks down the street. When we got close to where he lived, he suddenly scooted down in his seat and told me to keep driving. I saw several Latin American hoodlums seating on the steps to a building that I assumed was where Brian lived. He told me that they were part of the gang that had beaten him up.
Now I was in a real quandary as to what to do. I still did not know how badly Brain was hurt or the reason. Brain seemed to be very polite and I liked and felt sorry for him. The thought came to me to take him home with me and check out his wounds and then decide what to do. It was close to time for me to get off work anyway and I knew that Martin was already home.
Brain asked me where I was taking him. I told him just relax and I was going to take care of him. He asked me to just stop the car and let him out that he would be all right. I ignored him and kept on driving.
When I got close to my house, I called Martin on the cell phone and told him that I had an injured person in my car that needed our help and for him to meet us in front of the house and help me get him inside. Martin started asking me questions and I just told him to get his ass out front that I would be there in a few minutes.
Martin was waiting on us at the driveway. Martin and I helped Brian out of the car and for the first time I noticed that the seat of his pants had been ripped open and was bloody. He could hardly walk. We took him directly to the bathroom. Martin kept saying that Brian needed to go to the Emergency Room. Brian kept protesting and begging us to not take him to the hospital. While Martin was getting the first aid kit, alcohol, gauze, and towels, I began taking Brian’s torn clothes off of him. Brian looked at me and at Martin and asked if we were a gay couple. We told him that we were. A big grin appeared on his face, he made a big sigh, and said, “So am I.”
After I got all of his clothes off of him, I tossed them to the side. His pants and shirt were so badly torn that they would not be salvageable. The only thing that he had on that could be worn again was his shoes and socks. Martin and I started on his head cleaning the wounds and applying bandages. He had a small gash on top of his head and a place on his lip where we could not bandage. One of his teeth was chipped but did not seem to be bothering him. Once we had finished with his face and head, we examined the rest of his body. He had big bruises on his arms, chest, back, and legs. It was obvious that some foreign object had been shoved up his rectum and his anus was bleeding.
All the years that I have know Martin he had always used Epsilons Salt when he had any aches or pain. Martin filled the whirlpool bath with hot water and put Epsilons Salt in it. Martin helped Brian to get into the bath warning him to not get his face and head wet because of the bandages.
Martin lit a candle on the bathroom counter. We turned out the lights and left Brian in the whirlpool bath to soak and relax.
Martin and I went into the kitchen and began fixing dinner for the three of us. We discussed what we were going to do about Brian. Martin suggested that we put him to bed in the quest room, feed him dinner, and try to talk to him to find out why and how he had been beaten up so badly. We knew that it was going to take Brian several days to recover. We also talked about Brian’s physique and what a nice looking body that he had as well as having a nice complexion, smooth chocolate colored skin, and a very attractive face when you ignored the injuries. We both were impressed with Brian’s good manners.
We check on Brian before we set down to eat our dinner. Brian was a little groggy but seemed to be ok. After we had finished with our dinner, I got a pair of pajamas for Brian to put on that I had not worn for years. We got him out of the whirlpool and dried him off, got the pajamas on him and put him in bed in the guest room. Martin got Brian his dinner and feed him while I cleaned up the kitchen. After Brian had finished eating, I gave him some medicine that would cause him to have loose bowel movements to keep him from having any more pain than necessary. Martin and I set down beside the bed and started asking Brian questions to find out about what had happened to him and to get to know him better.
]Brian was very reluctant in telling us anything. He told us that if he said anything that they would beat him up again and possibly kill him. We told him that we were not going to let anything happen to him. He started crying. We let him cry believing that that was a good sign and what he needed to do. We held his hand and let him cry for sometime before he regained control of his emotions. Then he started talking, but was still very careful in what he told to us.
Basically he told us that it was a Latin-American gang that had raped him and made him suck their cocks because he was black and was gay. He did not know if they were Cuban or Puerto Rican descents or possibly both. They told Brian that they hated blacks and faggots. “That didn’t keep them from raping me and making me suck their stinking cocks.” He said that one of them shoved something up his ass after all of them had fucked him, and then they started beating him up until he passed out. The next thing he could remember very well was when I was standing over him in the street.
Brian then became concerned about his job. He told us that unless he showed up for work the next morning that he would be fired. We asked him what kind of job he had, and he told us that he washed dishes in dirty café in his neighborhood. We told him to not worry about his job that we would help him find a better one. We told him that he was going to be staying with us until he had fully recovered. He thanks us for being so kind to him and assured us that someway that he would pay us back. He closed his eyes and we were still holding his hand. When he relaxed his hands, we knew that he had fallen asleep.
The next morning we check on Brian as soon as we got up. We did not believe that he had even moved during the night and was still sound asleep. We fixed breakfast and fed him, and changed his bandages before we left for work. We told him that his lunch was in the refrigerator and someone would be by and feed him. We instructed him to stay in bed and rest.
When I got to work I called Dennis who was to mow our lawn and work in the yard that day and asked him to check on Brian and feed him his lunch. I did not give Dennis any details about Brian. Dennis assured me that he would check on him. Dennis was a nice looking young man in his middle twenties who was single and gay.
I was still concerned over the fact that Brian may need professional medical treatment. I called my doctor who agreed to see him that afternoon at 3:00PM.
I took off work around two o’clock, and went home to pick up Brian to go see my doctor. I found some slacks and pullover shirt for Brian to wear. They both were too large for him, but by using some safety pins I made some tucks in the slacks so they would stay up on him. I saw no need for him to wear any underwear of which neither Martin or I had any that would have fit him. Brian resisted and protested about going to see a doctor, but I held my ground and gave him no choice. I got him into the car and had him lye down on the back seat.
It was not until we were on our way that I asked, “Did Dennis feed you your lunch?”
“Yes he certainly did. He checked on me at ten this morning. Back at noon and fed me my lunch, and we served each other dessert. He was back before two and had just left before you arrived.”
“Brian, what do you mean that you served each other dessert?”
“You know. Dennis and I are both gay. After I had lunch, he sucked me off and then jacked off and shot off in my mouth. It was wild. He is a real dude. I liked him and he seems to like me. He told me that he would be back to see me tomorrow.”
“You sure didn’t waste any time did you?”
“Man, I had a lot of time to waste. It was Dennis who did not waste anytime. He was all over me before I knew what was going on. He told me that he had a thing for black men. Well, I don’t have anything against you white people, and I certainly found Dennis attractive enough that I was not about to turn him down.”
We arrived at the doctor’s office a little ahead of time, but almost immediately the nurse took us into one of the examination room. Brian did not feel comfortable sitting down so he stood while the nurse obtained the necessary information, took his vital signs, and drew some blood for lab work. Brian did not understand why they drew blood, but I knew because I asked the doctor to check him for AID’s. The nurse handed him a hospital gown and told him to get undressed, put on the gown, and the doctor would be in shortly.
Brian removed his clothes and shoes. He looked at me and then at the gown, and said, “You have seen me naked, and the doctor is going to see everything I’ve got, why put on that damn thing.” He tossed the gown onto the examination table and grinned at me.
The doctor came in and gave Brian a through physical, looked at his wounds and examined his anus. He told us that Brian was in excellent physical condition, he believed that he should have had some stitches that would have help him heal faster, but did not believe that he would have any scars. It would take a while for his bruises to clear up, and would take a couple of days for his anus to recover. He did not believe that he had any internal bleeding, and was very lucky. He asked Brian who had raped him. Brian refused to tell him. The doctor told Brian that normally he was supposed to report this sort of thing to the police, but since he undoubtedly was not going to press charges and refused to identify the individual or individuals that he was not going to waste his or the police’s time in filling out the report. He gave Brian some samples of ointment to put on his anus and to put on his wounds. He advised Brian to leave off the bandages. He told him to continue to take the bowel softener for a few days, and he believed in a day or so that he would not have any more pain in his ass.
]While Brian was putting his clothes back on, the doctor told Brian that he had assumed that no protection was used when he was raped, and that he was having lab test made to determine if he might have AID’s, but this test would have nothing to do with him being exposed when he was raped. Another test should be made in three or four months. If that test turned out negative that he would be very lucky. He gave Brian a short lecture about always having safe sex and always use condoms.
Brian knowing that he did not have the money to pay the doctor asked him anyway as to how much he owed him. The doctor patted him on the shoulder, and said, “Son, in cases such as yours where you were beaten and gang raped, I never charge anything. All I ask is for you to get well. Now get the hell out of here before I decide to stick a needle in that nice firm buttock of yours.”
Just as we were about to leave the office the nurse stopped us and handed Brian a box. Brian asked her what it was. She told him that the doctor thought that it might help. She called it a “blow up do-nut cushion”. She told Brian to read the instructions that would explain how to use it.
Brian read the instructions as we walked to the car. He had blown the cushion up and tossed it in the front seat of the car and set down on it. It was a round plastic or rubber cushion with a hole in the center. It supported your butt leaving your anus suspended in the air. Brian said, “Man, this is great. When I am through using it, it can be used as a life preserver.”
Martin was at home when we got there. He had already started dinner. Brian put his cushion on one of the chairs at the breakfast table. He went into the bathroom where he put on the ointment that the doctor had given him, and put back on the pajamas. He returned to the breakfast table and set down. He asked Martin if there was anything he could do to help with dinner. Martin handed him some potatoes to peal and lettuce, tomatoes, etc. to make the salad.
While I was in the bedroom changing clothes, Brian told Martin all about the visit to the doctor’s office and about Dennis and what had transpired between the two of them.
For some reason Martin was not the least bit surprised when hearing about Dennis making out with Brian. After he thought about it he believed that Dennis and Brian made a perfect pair.
During dinner and afterwards Brian asked a zillion questions about Martin and I. He wanted to know how long we had known that we were gay? How long we had been together? How we met? What we did for a living? He also wanted to know what we knew about Dennis. It was obvious to both Martin and I that Brian really was extremely interested in Dennis. We asked Brian questions and found out that he was reared in an orphanage. After he was old enough to leave the orphanage, he had run into some hard times and ended up in a bad neighborhood with the wrong kind of people.
When I told Brian about some of the warehouses were going to be renovated or torn down and rebuilt, Brian told me that the gangs would pilfer any tools, building materials or anything on the site that was of any value. He said that the gangs would not want any changes and that they would sabotage the construction work that they could to hinder any changes that were being made. He said that the gangs fought among themselves and crime and drugs were running rampaged in the neighborhood. The police were unable to stop or control it. What Brian told me confirmed my conviction that our company should not bid on the project.
When Martin and I woke up the next morning Brian was in the kitchen. He had cooked pancakes, bacon, and coffee. He had the breakfast table set and had a glass of orange juice at each place setting. After we finished eating breakfast he insisted that we leave the dirty dishes and he would clean up the kitchen. He asked us what we wanted for dinner and he would cook dinner for us. Martin had always cooked most of our meals and he was delighted to be relieved of that responsibility at least for the day. Martin was telling Brian what to prepare for dinner while I went to the bedroom to shave, shower and get ready to go to work.
When I got to work I put in an order for the accountant to make out a check for five hundred dollars to be paid to Brian as a consultants fee. I could easily justify the expense by the information that Brian had given me that possibly would have saved the company thousands of dollars if we had placed and had been awarded the bid to do the construction work on the project.
I took off from work a little earlier than usual and drove into the drive way just as Martin was getting out of his car. We hugged and kissed each other before walking into the house together. Brian not only had our dinner ready, but he had vacuumed the carpets, dusted, mopped the tile floors, cleaned the bathrooms, water the plants, and everything looked so nice and neat. We were amazed by how much he had done especially with him still having a sore ass. Brian was ecstatic. He hugged us and kissed us on our cheeks. He was so happy and could hardly wait for us to sit down and eat. He told us that he had some exciting news to tell us. We could not imagine what had happened that had caused him to be so cheerful. We seat down and started eating.
Brian said, “I just can’t wait any longer. I just have to tell you now or I’m going to bust. Dennis brought us lunch. After lunch we went to bed together and gave each other a blowjob. We haven’t fuck each other yet, but will as soon as I am better. Man, I want you to know that Dennis is great in bed. Anyway, after we had sex he told me that he wants me to go to work for him and wants me to move in with him tomorrow. His lawn mowing business has increased so much that he needs additional help. If everything works out as he plans we will become partners in lawn mowing business and perhaps lovers. Isn’t that wonderful?”
Martin and I stood up and hugged Brian’s neck and told him how happy we were for him. He looked at both of us. He had tears of joy running down his cheeks.
He said, “If it had not been for you dudes, I would have never met Dennis. He asked me to ask you if it would be all right for him to come over here later this evening so we could talk.”
Martin said, “Brian, Dennis is always welcomed in our house at any time.”
Brian said, “Then if it is okay, I will go call him right now?”
Brian excused himself from the table and went and made his call to Dennis. When he returned to the table he told us that Dennis would be there in about an hour and half. He set down and finished eating without saying a word. We could only imagine what he was thinking.
When we finished eating he jumped up and started clearing the table. Martin offered to help, but he insisted that he was going to do it himself.
While he was picking up some of the dishes, he said, “I don’t want to be a burden on you dudes, but I have a problem. I am scare to go back to my room to get my things. I know that those bastards will be waiting for me.”
I asked, “Brian, how long will it take for you to pack your things to move?”
“I don’t have much. Just some clothes, bicycle and a few things. It want take more than thirty minutes or so. Dennis told me that we could use his pickup to move.”
“Brain, when Dennis gets here, you all decide when you want to move. Let me know the time. I have a couple of friends that work for my company that owes me favors. These two guys weight around three hundred or more pounds and stand six feet four or more. Their arms are larger than my leg, and they have big chests covered in hair. Their appearance alone will scare the snot out of those punks that attacked you. My friends would more than glad go with us and help you move. Their names are Hank and Roberto and are lovers. If those punks try anything, Hank and Roberto would be delighted to beat the living shit out of them.”
After Dennis arrived, a time was established for moving Brian. They agreed for us meeting at our house and follow each other to Brian’s room. Martin and I went to bed early so that Dennis and Brian could talk and visit with each other. At least that was the excuse that we told Dennis and Brian why we were going to bed early. Martin and I had some lovemaking in mind.
]The next morning we soon learned, when we caught a glimpse of Dennis’s nude body, in the hallway, headed to the bathroom, that Dennis had spent the night with Brian. In our wildest dreams we had no idea how well endowed and well-built Dennis was. Brian was well equipped but did not have anything over Dennis. They seemed even more suited for each other than we had originally thought.
Brian was in the kitchen with nothing on except the pajama bottoms. Breakfast was on the table waiting for us to sit down. When Dennis showed up at the Breakfast table he had on his briefs, and appeared to have a semi-hard-on. Later we learned that he did not have a semi-hard. It was his normal flaccid state. Brian must have caught Martin and I looking at Dennis’s box. He grinned real big, leaned over, and whispered to me, “It’s nice isn’t it? I can hardly wait until I am well enough for him to stick it up my ass.”
That afternoon we all met including Martin who went along for moral support and unbeknownst to me Martin had a pistol tucked away under his coat. Hank and Roberto brought along an iron crowbar that they occasionally used on constructions sites. Roberto rode with Dennis and Hank rode with Brian, Martin, and me. When we pulled up in front of the building where Brian lived, we got out of our vehicles. There were a couple of punks setting on the steps. Both Roberto and Hank hit the concrete sidewalk with their iron crowbars that made a loud ringing or singing noise. It got the attention of the two punks who took off running. That was the last we saw of any of the gang members. With five of us helping Brain we had him moved out of his room in a very short time and were on our way out of the neighborhood that was infested with all of the gangs and hoodlums.
We had prearranged a stop where Roberto got out of the pickup and exchanged places with Brian. Before Brian got out of my car I gave him an envelope with the five hundred dollar check in it.
Martin and I offered to take Roberto and Hank to dinner, but they asked us to drop them off where they had parked their cars. We thanked them for their help. Dennis must have told Roberto about what had happened to Brian. Roberto told me that he was more than happy to help, but that he wished that he had had a chance to use his crowbar on the bastards that attacked Brian.
When we got home the phone was ringing. It was Brian wanting to know about the check. I told him that what he had told me about the warehouses had probably save my company thousands of dollars and the company really owed him more than the amount of the check. Brian kept telling me that he could not accept the money that he had not earned it. After I finally got off the phone I looked at Martin who was smiling at me. He said, “The house seems empty without Brian. He is a nice kid, but please don’t bring home any more strangers for a while.”
We hugged and kissed each other. We started taking off our clothes on the way to our bedroom. For the next several hours, we had the most satisfying, gratifying and intense sex that we had had in years.
Yes, the house did seem empty without Brian, but we felt good about what we did for him and felt confident that Brian and Dennis was a perfect match for each other. Brian had been given a new chance in life. Our experience with Brian had only made our love for each other stronger and in some ways caused us to remember our youth, which revitalized not only our sex lives, but also knowing that we were always going to be together, and there may be others that we could someday lend a helping hand.
It has been almost three months since Martin and I met Brian. Dennis and Brian are still together, in love and are as happy as they can be. They come to visit us regularly, and we enjoy their friendship and company. There business is growing and they are doing very well. They seemly have a great future ahead of them.
The End
