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TO BE A BROTHER
by Macout Mann
Chapter IV
The Education of Jim
A little after midnight, Tom again slipped out of the room. This time Jim was awakened by the sound of the door closing. And this time he was determined not to go back to sleep before Tom returned. He turned on the light and the tv. He watched a couple of black and white movies on TCM. It was almost two hours later that Tom returned. He walked in still naked and with his dick slimy.
"Hello," Jim said.
"So you woke up again, bro?" Tom said.
"Yeah, and I want to know what the hell's been going on. You marching around the hotel bare-assed."
"I've been having sex with the brothers," Tom matter-of-factly responded. "I thought you'd have figured it out by now. I scoped out what was going on the first afternoon. Dudes going off together by twos and threes. But then, Victor—my sponsor—and I had been fucking each other since the day we first met."
"You mean every time guys went off together they were having sex?"
"That's what this whole thing is about."
"So you're gay?"
"We just like to say we prefer sex with guys. I hope that doesn't bother you. I don't think it should."
"But goddamn it, man, you're my best bud. Why didn't you let me know? I been hot for you forever."
"I've figured you were into dudes, bro, but you've always gone out of your way to act so fucking straight."
"Well I would've never thought you were into guys!"
"I guess we both fucked up. But this weekend was to be the nut cutting.
"The rule is that a prospect can't be told what's going on. He has to figure it out for himself. That protects the group. But I was going to make a move on you before we got back to Lafayette anyway." Tom sat down on the side of the bed next to Jim.
"But I don't understand," Jim continued. "If the brothers are just getting together to have sex, why these meetings about the Crimea and the Bible?"
"Never hurts to improve your mind," Tom chuckled. "But the group is organized as a 501(c) (3) educational outfit for tax purposes. The Piries know what they're doing when it comes to the law. You can't be tax exempt if you exist to promote fucking. But you can be if you exist to share knowledge."
"So Mr. Pirie is..."
"Mr. Pirie is a straight arrow. He happens to have two sons that like to have sex with each other and with other guys. He's liberal when it comes to that shit, and he can afford to spoil his kids. So he takes it all in stride. After his wife died, Malcolm got him to start `the brothers,' and he passed it on to Reg. Reg doesn't see any reason why the group can't continue forever. There'll be brothers who can afford to support it after Mr. Pirie's long gone."
"Goddamn," Jim whispered.
Tom's hand came to rest on Jim's gut. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before. Jim's dick had been more than half hard, but now it became super rigid. "I want you so bad," Tom said.
"Oh Tom!" Jim whispered.
There was no foreplay. Tom took Jim's tool into his hungry mouth and began to slide his lips up and down its full eight inch length, flipping his tongue around the tube on each stroke.
"Oh Tom!" Jim repeated. Over and over.
Tom reached for Jim's rock hard nips, felt his pecs, rubbed his ears, even massaged his ass cheeks. Jim's breathing became heavier and heavier.
"Oh god, I can't believe how wonderful it is," he moaned. Then, "I'm goanna cum!"
Tom just sucked harder, until Jim exploded down his buddy's throat.
Tom immediately shared Jim's gift with him. "Like that baby?" Tom asked.
"Tastes good. I can see why you let me cum in your mouth," Jim answered.
"So you think you shoulda let me taste your dick sooner, eh?"
"Oh god, yes."
Tom then began to kiss Jim's body from his ears to his toes, and Jim began to reciprocate by feeling Tom wherever he could reach. At the peak of his passion, he took Tom's hard shaft into his mouth, and tried to give as good as he had received.
Tom responded by beginning to prepare Jim's ass for the inevitable penetration. Having cum innumerable times already, he could make Jim's fellatio last as long as he wanted to, but he didn't want to cum in Jim's mouth. For his deflowered friend's sake, Tom wanted to deposit his last seed of the night in Jim's ass. He knew there was KY in the night stand. He reached for it, and soon Jim felt his ass being filled with lube.
"You'll have plenty of opportunity to taste my cum," Tom said, "but your first fuck is something you'll remember always."
Tom was gentle. It still hurt. But after only a few strokes, Jim's ass accommodated itself to Tom's thrusting cock, and he was in heaven. Tom's deposit was not as bountiful as it might have been, but Jim was still in ecstasy.
They cuddled for fifteen minutes or so. Then Tom said, "One more thing to do, then the night will be complete."
Jim got to feel the bliss of having his dick up his best buddy's asshole.
Come morning, Tom told Reg what had happened.
"Good," Reg said. "You're a lucky dog. Can you two stay over tonight?"
"I think so," Tom answered. "I told his parents there might be a late event, so we might not be back until Monday. I'll ask him to give them a call. You'll still have time to tap him, even if it's not the way you'd like."
Tom also passed the news to Victor. After breakfast, Victor didn't hesitate.
"Hey Jim," he said. "Tom told me the good news. How about we go down to my room and get to know each other better?"
Once they were in Victor's room, he hung the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door. "This time of day the maid might show up," he laughed. Then he peeled off his shirt. "Might as well get comfortable," he added. Jim followed suit.
"You know, I was Tom's sponsor," Victor volunteered.
"Yeah, he told me," Jim replied. "I've wondered how you two got together."
"It was funny," Victor said. "You know I work in Chicago. Tom had flown into O'Hare for his application interview at Midwestern. I was returning from a trip to New York. We were both in the john checking each other out and got to talking. He mentioned what he was in town for, and I mentioned that I didn't live too far from the Midwestern campus. Before it was over, he had cancelled his hotel reservation and spent the night with me.
"When he started school in August, he gave me a call and we got together again. One thing led to another, and before I knew it I was proposing him."
"I'm amazed at what I'm finding out about him," Jim said. "Cruising while he was still in high school."
"Well I want to be amazed by you," Victor responded. He reached for the top button of Jim's jeans, popped it, and unzipped him in one quick motion.
Jim was getting with the program in record time. He responded by pulling Victor's shorts down. They embraced, and when the two of them returned to the penthouse just in time for Jack Southerland's lecture on St. Paul, Jim had had a second load of semen deposited in his anus. Tom had a knowing grin on his face, as he welcomed Jim back.
Only twenty guys were present for lunch, the last official event of the convocation. By four o'clock the number had shrunk to five, the Pirie brothers, Tom, Jim, and Jack Southerland, who had a meeting at the federal courthouse the next day. Jim had called his folks to let them know they wouldn't be home until tomorrow. His dad had said he hadn't expected them. Malcolm treated them to pizza. Jack went to review the statement he was to make the next morning.
Malcolm invited Jim and Tom to join him and Reg for drinks. Jim was very impressed with Malcolm. He was six years older than Reg, but just as fit as his younger brother.
A little after nine Jim and Tom went to their room and stripped. Soon afterward there was a knock and it was a naked Reg.
"Reg wants to sleep with you tonight," Tom told Jim. "I'm going to sleep with Malcolm."
"You don't mind, do you?" Reg asked. "We don't want to make you uncomfortable."
"How could I be uncomfortable with a hunk like you?" Jim stammered. He figured if he was going to be a brother, he'd better get used to whatever.
After Tom had left, Reg continued. "Seriously, I don't want you to feel like a slut. I know all this is very new to you."
"I was really surprised about what all was going on," Jim said, "but I've loved what I've experienced so far. And if Tom is comfortable with what all you do, I'm sure I will be to. After all, I've wanted his body for as long as I can remember."
"So your loss of chastity went well? I'm glad. Losing your virginity should be something that you cherish. I'll never forget when Malcolm popped my cherry.
"By the way, at the meeting yesterday, everybody voted to make you a brother. You have to be voted on again at the Libra Convocation. There'll be some different brothers there, but you are drop dead gorgeous and have a wonderful personality. You won't have a problem."
"I've never thought I was gorgeous," Jim retorted.
"The hottest guys never think they are," Reg laughed.
"Tomorrow, I'd like to drive over and meet your parents," he added. "Sure, you're eighteen and a big boy now, but it helps for your folks to accept what you're involved in. If Dad is able to get you help going to Midwestern, they don't have to know about the convocations, but if you are still at home, that's another thing entirely. I hope you'll let me smooth the waters in advance."
"It'd be great if you would," Jim said.
"Good. Why don't we hit the sack?"
They lay side by side. Reg didn't turn out the light. He did reach over and cup Jim's hard dick.
"I like to be able to see what's going on," he said. "Is that all right with you?"
"Sure," Jim answered. The thought excited him all the more.
"Did you fuck Tom last night?" Reg asked.
"Uh, huh," Jim said.
"Good. I want you to fuck me, but I wanted Tom to get to be the first guy that you punched. And I want to feed you. Would you like that?"
"Shit, yes," Jim replied.
They hugged each other and began passionately to make out. Reg was the pro. Jim had never experienced so many wonderful, new feelings. Every nerve in his body was tingling. And when Reg finally slipped his thick, cut, ten inch pole between Jim's willing lips, all Jim could think was that he'd died and gone to heaven. As he tried his best to give great head, he did scrape a tooth on Reg once, but the happy moans coming from Reg's throat told Jim that he was doing something right.
"Yeah, drink my seed!" Reg cried as he poured several creamy blasts into his partner's mouth. It was Jim's first time to taste ropes of cum splashing into his oral cavity, and the feeling was something else.
After an intermission, Reg began to guide Jim's index finger past his rosebud. "I gotta feel that beautiful dick up my ass, man," Reg whimpered. "Tongue me first, dude. Make me have to have you. Oh, Tom was such a lucky motherfucker."
Jim mounted Reg and gave him the pounding that the older dude so longed to get. Toward the end, Jim lost all control. His dick was in total charge. After shooting a massive load, he clutched Reg to himself, leaving his dong embedded in Reg's chute. That's how they both lost consciousness, the light still on.
After another hour and a half, they were awaked by a naked Malcolm.
"Tom and I had fucked each other blind, when Jack showed up," he said. "I decided to let him and Tom have some fun." He climbed into the bed.
When morning came, Malcolm showed that despite what he'd said he was not spent. He awoke to find a still sleeping Jim cuddled next to him, Jim's hand entwined around his dick. He woke Jim by wagging his schlong and tonguing his ear.
"You're what I call an `almost virgin,'" he whispered. "Tasty."
As the sun poured through the window of Room 1204, Jim got to participate in his first three-way. Malcolm sucked on him, while he sucked on Reg, and Reg sucked on Malcolm. In 1202 the same scene was playing out between Tom and Jack. A neat end to a neat weekend.