The Basement Brothers

[Toon]

1997

I was 23 when I graduated college and landed a great job in a Midwestern city. I was young, not bad-looking and optimistic about life in general. I was (and still am) gay, but had no gay friends or any gay experience - which was fine.  My greatest love at that time was routine:  I loved doing the same thing every day in the same way.  I'll share some wisdom with you now:  your rut is a gift.  Be happy if you're in a rut because that means nothing is disrupting your life.  Visits to the dentist, colds, funerals, accidents, and so on take you out of your routine.  The downside to this way of life is that you also have to let happy diversions go by.  It can be a lonely philosophy because it means politely declining invitations to parties, happy hour gatherings or anything spontaneous.  It's a sacrifice I was always willing to make.

On this particular day I got out of work at 5:15 PM, as always, and drove home the same route I regularly took, when suddenly my car started to make a weird noise.  Panic rose in my chest as the noise got increasingly loud.  At that moment I was driving through a heavily-Mexican neighborhood and was near an auto mechanic shop called 'Mendez and Sons', so I pulled in thinking to myself 'Shit!  I'll miss the TV reruns I had intended to watch that evening', but first I had to be able to get home.  

As I parked the car I glanced around the garage.  Clearly it had been in business for a few years and it wasn't all that busy.  Turning off the engine and noticed a little puff of smoke escaping from under the hood.  A guy about my age came out from inside the garage and greeted me asking "You got a problem?"

He was Latin, tall, skinny and had ears that were so large, they seemed to protrude comically. 

"I think so.  The engine just started making a banging noise and I just saw some smoke from under the hood."

"I see."

I tried to read the inflection of his voice.  Was this super bad?  I couldn't exactly afford a new car now.

"Can you take a look at it?"

"Let me get my brother," he replied.

I hated this.  I wanted to be home, ordering Chinese food and watching my shows.  And then I saw the brother.  He was probably 30 and gorgeous, had a trace of a goatee, light brown skin and was at least 6'3".   He did not resemble his younger brother except that the two of them were a similar height.

"Hi, I'm Kevin.  Can you take a look at my car?"

"El told me about your problem and it sounds like an issue with your rings or your carburetor to me.  That takes time to repair and we close in an hour."

"Oh."  I could barely believe how much this sucked.  I guess I could call a cab or try to get the car to another garage which was open late.

He saw the defeat in my face and suggested "Tell you what.  Pull into that first bay and I'll do what I can now."

I did and looked around. All the workers were tall, Latin and about the same shade of brown, and they were all young and handsome -- except for big-eared 'El'.  They wore matching blue coveralls.  The helpful guy with whom I had just spoken approached me, wiping his hands with a rag, and introducing himself and his crew.  "I'm Mike.  I guess I run the place and all these guys are my little brothers."

"Who's the dad?"

"Oh, the 'Mendez' n the name is my mom.  She owns the shop -- got it from one of the guys she married.  She's Mexican and loved marrying and making babies with white guys. I'm the oldest and so it pretty much MY place."

That explained a lot.  As curious as I was to hear more, I wanted to get out of here and be home.  I popped the hood and let Mike get to work. 

"We got a waiting room to your right.  There's a TV, magazines and a pop machine."

I went there.  The TV was on a Spanish-speaking channel and I didn't bother changing it. I just watched and fell into kind of a trance from the monotony of all the quick talking that I couldn't understand.  I must have nodded off because eventually big Mike had to shake me awake.  I forgot where I was for a second.

"The good news is that it's just a few bad hoses that need replaced.  Won't cost you too much.  Bad news is that we don't have one of them and had to order it.  It might be tomorrow when we get it or the next day."

"Oh.  Well I guess I need the number of a cab then."

"Here's an idea.  Come home with us. It's a big house right up the street and Mama always cooks lots of food.  There'll be a bed for you to sleep in and everything."

No.  I wanted to go home.  But this was such a nice gesture that I pretty much had to accept the invitation. 

"Okay, great.  Thanks.  Let's go."

"It'll be fine.  You'll see.  Come on.  Do you work tomorrow?  I can drop you off."

"Yeah, but nobody is ever there on Fridays.  I can take a vacation day and just report it Monday."

"Then that's that.  Let me lock up.  Go wait outside with the guys."

So I stood on the sidewalk with the foursome who all introduced themselves:  Mark, Matt, Luke and, of course, El, who stood right next to me like we were old buddies or something.  Close up, I could see that he'd pierced his giant ear several times.  Why he wanted to draw attention to those things was beyond me, but I was a guest and had no right to judge.

Mike finished up with his nightly duties and joined us.  This was their routine, and I respected that.  We all turned a corner and headed up a hill.  Mike took me back and told me to retie my shoe or something so the others could move a little ahead in the dying daylight.  He wanted to talk privately.

"I have another brother.  He is a useless human being who spends all his time in the basement playing video games.  He resents me because I wouldn't hire him.  He has so many felonies for drugs and shit that I can't trust him around tools and shit.  All my brothers have records.  Assault, DUIs, domestic violence, and shoplifting.  They're all good men with bad mistakes in their past.  I've been charged with rape twice, but they were just bitches who were mad that I wouldn't fuck them a second time.  Charges were dropped, but my name must be on some registry somewhere I'm sure.  Sucks."

"God, I'm so boring compared to your family.  I do nothing and aspire to nothing except to live a normal life."

"Did you ever model?  You are cute and you've got the kind of hair that could sell shampoo to bald men."

El kept turning around and looking at me from a few feet ahead.  He seemed to want to hang but with us, but Mike gave him a look to stay ahead of us.

"You all have biblical names except for El, What's that about?"

"His real name is "Luke", but we call him 'El' because he's got big ears like an elephant.  I remember the man my mom brought home to make him.  Ugliest motherfucker ever.  He didn't last long, but then baby El showed up and he's family after all.  But I'l probably have to let him go soon.  He's sick and has no plans to get himself better.  Poor bastard."

We were approaching the house.  This was my last chance to say something.  "I'm gay, Mike."

"Like I already didn't know that.  We're very sexual people and can pick up on lots of clues."

Then we got up the steps to steps of a pretty impressive house, Mike moved to the front and opened the giant door.  The Mom greeted us looking slightly peeved.  She was an older Mexican lady with a bright red wig and high heels.  Big Mike stopped to talk to her in heated Spanish, but she was pissed and made a motion to a stack of Pizza Hut boxes on the kitchen table.  She blurted out  few abuses, but they didn't seem to bother any of the brothers.  El come up to my side and told me that her date for the night had canceled on her.  He put his hand on my back and told me that we were all banished to the basement for the night.  He and Mike led me down into the basement, which had been nicely finished with plush carpeting, four big sofas and a huge TV.  A bottle of tequila was passed around.  And then another one.  I skipped my second turn.  I wasn't fond of being drunk.  I just had no talent for it, but everybody else was getting good and sloshed.  Even the stable Mike was drunk.  I noticed most of them had stripped down to nothing but underwear. I looked around the room and saw lots of giant bare feet resting on the floor.

"Movie!" somebody called out.  El took it upon himself to hit the remote and suddenly we were watching a hetero porn.  It was kind of old and there were no condoms in sight.  Big, beefy dudes fucked little petite beauties.  Although it wouldn't have been my choice, it wasn't anything that I would call repulsive.  Blow jobs seemed to be the main theme in this flick. 

All the brothers were naked now and stroking their hard dicks in unison.  "Hey, Mike.  Get you little friend to blow us."

"Let's ask him if he wants to play," Mike replied.  Turning to me he quietly suggested if I didn't want to play I should go upstairs and lock myself in his bedroom.   

"No," I replied, "I'll suck you if you can remember I've never done this before.  You might not like it."

I started in the corner with who I think was Matt.  His dick was big but not giant.  I took his head in my mouth and worked up and down on it.  He bucked his hips a little and put two big hands on my head and tried to force me to deep-throat him.  I did my best, but this was all too new.  I had to leave him with a fat, slobbery hard-on.  I moved on to what was probably Mark.  His dick was bigger and I repeated my performance.  My goal was to work them all into a frenzy so they could just jack off to the porn movie.  El was next.  His dick was so huge.  I didn't get so far down his shaft.  He gently tried to help me get further, but there was no way I could take it. 

"Let him eat our asses for a while," somebody suggested.

"Eat your own ass, moron," Mike said.  He had a huge hard-on and got up to hold me.  We were standing there embracing when the other brothers gathered around.  It was a group hug with rape overtones.  They were all squeezing me and forcing me to the floor again.  I had to think.

"You don't want this, guys.  I have AIDS."

"Bullshit", said Mike, adding "I know you're scared, but is that really the story you want to stick with?"

"It...It's true."

"it's not.  But that leaves you with El.  He's been poz for over a year."

"El, take this little liar up to your room and get to know each other."

I followed him up to a nice bedroom and made myself comfortable under the covers.  El was already nude and climbed in next to me.  I asked him to turn on a lamp so I could look at him as we played.  I had decided I loved his big ears, and perversely, that he was hotter than his patriarchal older brother.  

We made love.  LOVE.  It hurt and made me bleed, but after we did it again it was so perfect.  El laid back on his pillow, exhausted, I took my opportunity to kiss left ear. 

My car was fixed the next day.  Mike was casual as he gave me the bill, which I casually paid, leaving 'Mendez and Sons' forever.

[LBRaw]

That's it? Damn! You must have gone back for something...like a tune-up? 

[Toon]

Yeah. I wasn't very happy with this one. I'm going to try and post a better version if the moderators will allow it.

[drscorpio]

2 hours ago, Toon said:

Yeah. I wasn't very happy with this one. I'm going to try and post a better version if the moderators will allow it.

Sure. If you want to post a new version, that is fine. 

[Toon]

Thanks. Dr.