The following fictional narrative involves sexually-explicit erotic events between men. If you shouldn't be reading this, don't.
In the world of this story, the characters don't always use condoms. In the real world, you should care enough about yourself and others to always practice safe sex.
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This is another chapter in what I have called an alternate universe series. Readers who want to know what "really" happened to Tim and the "Brotherhood" should concentrate on the chapters posted in "Dr. Tim and the Boys." Chapters posted as part of the series "Friends of Dr. Tim" will always involve characters from the main series, and they will deal with things that "might" have happened to those characters . . . but didn't. For an account of the "real" New Year's Eve party at Cedric and Tim's house, see "Tim and Boys," chapter 38. The account below is purely fantasy.
Special thanks to Patrick for several helpful suggestions here, to Tom W., my patient, hardworking editor, and to Mickey, Evan, and Ash.
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Chapter 2: What Really Happened on New Year's Eve
That guy who uses my name to write stories about my friends and me, the one who goes by the screen name timmead88, has, because he's imposing his own values onto my story, considerably distorted the picture. I've been described, as a result of his warped telling of the events, as "naive to a fault." He makes me look like some sort of saint. It may come as a surprise to some of that Tim's readers to learn I'm not a saint. Nor do I have the commitment to monogamy he attributes to me. He's so far in the closet he squints in the daylight, so I told him I'd announce to everyone what his real name is if he didn't post my version, the true version, of what happened on New Year's Eve, 2002.
I shouldn't want anyone to think I don't love Cedric. He's a sweet boy. If he weren't so sexy and so easy to live with, my life for the nine months or so previous to New Year's Eve 2002 would have been much lonelier. I'd have gotten rid of Amy eventually anyway. She's a jealous, possessive bitch. My experience with women, which, face it, was never all that extensive, suggests that they use men's need for their cunts to make us do whatever it is they want us to do. Readers of the other Tim's story may recall that even he, despite his general obtuseness, managed to get that part of the story right. Amy decided at a certain point that the sex we'd been having, steamy and satisfying though it may have been, was somehow no longer on the agenda. The bitch decreed that I was cut off until we were married. Of course, she was cut off, too, but then I don't think it's the same with women. They seem to enjoy sex, but they can live without it in order to advance their plans, whatever those may be.
I beg the reader's pardon. All of this is mere preamble. The other "Tim," the moralistic and somewhat inhibited one, has presented an account of the party at my place on New Year's Eve. I call it my place. After all, Cedric is only paying half the rent. He'll be graduating in May, 2003, and going on to law school. I'll have to come up with the money for all the rent after that, unless I can find another roommate.
I had to let Ced in on the plans for the party, of course. If he hadn't been willing to go along, I'd have had to abort the entire thing, probably. His friends--our friends--would never have gone along with the idea of an orgy if Cedric had been opposed. It was going to take some persuasion anyway, especially with Max. I knew, moreover, that Trey still hankered after me, and I can't say the feeling was not reciprocated.
Rodney and Francis were ciphers in the equation; I suspected, however, that Francis had hardly lost all interest in his former lover, and I also suspected that Rodney, who was perhaps more complex than anyone in the group, would have some curiosity about his current lover's former boyfriend.
I surmised that David of the fabled harem pants and the egregious hair would be no problem. I had never been convinced of the depth of his attachment to my old friend; thus I was hardly astonished when he agreed to go along.
The other Tim Mead, the usurper of my name, the fuzzy-brained idealistic one, has established in his series that Mark and Lori, Steve and his "Becca," wouldn't be there. Actually, the plan for the orgy wouldn't have worked if the two straight guys had been there. Or at least I had trouble imagining two straight couples being there while eight men got it on in various combinations. Although, I must say, I've sometimes wondered about Lori . . . .
That myopic Tim has also mentioned, as I recall, the absence of Kent, Geoff, and Philip because of other commitments. Too bad. They're all sexy, and Philip is just enough of a bad boy to be particularly intriguing.
Those of you who have managed to read all thirty-whatsis chapters of the Usurper's series will know which of the "Brotherhood" has not so far been mentioned in this account. Oh, come on! Think!
That's right. You've guessed it. The Oaf!
I needed the help of Chaz Greeley. Those of the other Tim's readers who can't stand Chaz will not be surprised when they read that I needed him to carry out my plan. He and Trey were supposedly in a monogamous relationship, a relationship that was severely tested during the autumn when he pulled that prank at Stefan's. Yes, the Usurper got that story right in essence, despite his general tendency toward inaccuracy and sloppy mawkishness. But the plan which I proposed appealed to Chaz's devilish nature, and he readily agreed to help me. Little did he know what was in store for him.
I must give credit where it is due. The account provided by #88 in chapter 38 of his series is accurate up to midnight. I hasten to protest, however, that I did NOT produce that rambling, sentimental outpouring attributed to me.
What I really said was, "Gentlemen, happy New Year! Now, let the revels begin!" What the gentlemen didn't know was what was in their drinks, thanks to Greeley, who had found the pharmaceutical aids to put into my beer back on the Friday and Saturday evenings memorialized by #88. Speaking of his inaccuracy, he has used what he would call artistic license, I suppose, when he makes Max and David leave to go to see about that punk, Jared, and not come back until morning.
I was, I confess, more than a little unhappy when they went tearing off. After all, Max was one of the reasons for the whole plan. But they were back within 45 minutes, explaining that Jared's parents had been located and were at the hospital.
One might be forgiven for wondering what transpired between my announcement that the revels were to begin and the return of Max and David. From a nearby closet I produced a large bowl filled with condoms and several bottles of lube and set them on the coffee table. Then as Master of the Revels, I commanded that everyone should become naked as quickly as possible and then do whatever came naturally.
Instead of beer, wine, and mixed drinks, I had made a punch that was pretty obviously spiked. What no one knew but Chaz was that it was also laced with the stuff he had procured for me. He thought he was being terribly clever by not drinking any of the punch. Poor fool accepted an opened beer from me, though, which had more of the stuff in it than the punch did.
The drugs in the drinks had had their intended effect, and the party guests were, without exception, erect and more than a little horny. Sheep that they were, however, once the last pair of boxers had been shed, they stood more or less in a circle looking at me. I had been so fascinated watching all that magnificent male flesh coming into view that I had forgotten to remove my own clothing. Thus, there were Cedric, Francis, Rodney, Trey, and Chaz, naked, aroused, nipples erect, most of then leaking precum.
Though they had been given a hint that something like this might happen, they just stood there, looking at one another with appreciation and, I'm sure, desire.
"Do I need to draw you a picture?"
My words opened the gate.
Trey said something to Chaz and came to me. He looked at me with lust in those sultry hazel eyes of his and began to unbutton my shirt. "This was all so you and I could be together, wasn't it?"
"Well, partly, yes."
"Oh, I know. You wanted Max, too."
"Yes. Do you mind?"
"No, Tim. I'll take you any way I can get you."
"If he and David get back in time, perhaps we can have a three way?"
"Well, I'd like best having you all to myself, but I know how you and Max feel about each other. And you two have never had any sexual contact, have you?"
"No."
"Then I'd be honored to be with you when you do. Just tell me what you want."
By that time my shirt was gone, he'd unbuttoned my slacks and allowed them to drop to the floor, and I had stepped out of them. Knowing what was about to happen, I hadn't worn underwear. Trey pushed me back into a chair and sat crossed-legged at my feet, his fat red cock against his belly as he had me lift each foot in turn. He took off my loafers and then my socks.
As much as I had anticipated that moment, I was observant of what else was going on in the room. One might have expected the two former lovers, or fuckbuddies as they might have preferred to style themselves, to reconnect. After all it was auld lang syne time. That is not, however, what happened: Seeing Chaz alone for the moment after Trey had come to me, Francis slapped Rodney on his tight little buns and went over and put his hand under the balls of Chaz, who responded by putting a hand on each of Francis's massive pectorals and squeezing. Rodney, who always managed to look either amused or bemused, smiled an invitation to Cedric. My partner winked at me, walked purposefully toward Rodney, put his arms around him, and engaged him in a kiss which I knew only too well would take Rodney's breath away.
Having made certain that my guests were occupied in pleasurable activities, I returned my attention to my brother and alter ego, the gorgeous man at my feet. I held my hands to him to help him up, but he shook his head. He moved from a sitting position to all fours and began licking my thighs, first one and then the other. I noticed once more the enchanting dimples on either side of his spine just above the top of his crevice. From my angle of vision, the vee as his body tapered from his broad shoulders to his narrow waist was spectacular. The muscular globes of his ass, too, were accentuated from my perspective. Though I found myself wanting desperately to get at that butt, I reminded myself that we had all night, relaxed, and enjoyed the thousands of separate tingles in my ball sac created because my thighs were being licked by Trey's leonine tongue.
The other Tim would, of course, get one bit of information right: my cock is only five inches, and it has to strain to attain that length. It was busy drooling precum, however, and I noticed that some of it had landed in Trey's hair.
He stood and we kissed, pressing, grinding our bodies together. Then he scooped some of his precum and some of mine on two fingers and stuck them in my mouth. I sucked like a baby on a teat because I suspected where those fingers were going next. Sure enough, when his fingers were thoroughly spit covered, Trey sank back to his knees. After he stuck his hand between my legs and slowly inserted first one and then two fingers in my ass, he commenced to suck my rigid and throbbing, if diminutive, member. As he did so, it crossed my mind that, after dealing with the Greeley bludgeon in both his orifices, Trey might find Junior a little disappointing. He seemed happy though, slurping and sucking away, and looking up to me for approval from time to time. He had no trouble finding my nut, either.
As I stood there, I looked around the room. Rodney had a hand on each of Cedric's ass cheeks in a way that Cedric often held me. The two were licking and nuzzling each other's necks as they ground their cocks together. I remember wondering if Rodney had a thing for black guys.
The room was alive with the sound of men moaning, groaning, grunting and occasionally growling.
In an open area between the family room and the dining area, Chaz was on his knees getting a rim job from Francis, also on his knees, whose brown pucker winked invitingly. That muscular ass was too enticing to pass up. I ruffled Trey's hair. When he looked up at me, I nodded toward Francis and Chaz. He pulled off my dick to look around at them. When he did so, I went over to Francis, knelt, and began to rub my hands on his ass. Trey got the idea and began to copy my movements with his hands on my ass. When I began to run my tongue up and down Francis's crack, Trey did the same to me. And when I began tonguing Francis's brown pucker, Trey began to tongue my opening. Soon I more heard than saw Rodney and Cedric come over and get into position behind Trey. I learned a few minutes later that Ced was rimming Trey while Rodney rimmed him. We had a rimming chain of six guys. After a few minutes when we were all groaning and all but Chaz were licking and poking with our tongues, Rodney got up, walked to the front of the chain, got on all fours, and backed up to Chaz. Greeley got the idea and began rimming Rodney. After a few more minutes, Cedric went to the front of the chain and positioned himself in front of Rodney.
I was struck that rimming is not a quiet activity, at least when being practiced by a group of men. I could hear all sorts of schluking and squicking as five tails got licked and sucked, along with, of course, vocal sounds of appreciation.
We were like that, I think, when David and Max came in. When they saw what was going on, both grinned and began to take off their coats, hats, gloves, and the rest. It all landed in a pile as they stripped.
I pulled back from Francis's meaty ass and said, "Okay, gentlemen, I think it's time for a change of activity. A couple of them growled their displeasure, but they all stood up. Beckoning Cedric to follow me, I went into the kitchen where I got beer for everyone.
"Call this a palate cleanser, if you like."
"Uh, Tim," Chaz asked, "is this just beer?"
I grinned at him. "Why of course, Chaz, what else would it be?"
He grinned back, taking a gulp. When he had swallowed, he said, "Just askin'."
I went over to Max, grabbed him by the erect cock, and pulled him up against me. "David, you can find something to do for a while, can't you?"
"Oh, yeah!" he said, beaming.
"Timmy, what was in that punch? David and I have been horny as the dickens ever since we left here," Max asked.
"How's Jared?"
"We found his folks and his sister, Jess, and they're all there. He's going to be operated on in an hour or so. I said I'd stop by the hospital later today and see how he's doing."
"Good for you! Now, I've wanted to do this since freshman year at Kenyon." With that I knelt and engulfed his prick, which had been standing straight up and oozing precum. I held out a hand, and Trey lubed my index finger, which I then stuck up Max's butthole. With the other hand I was pinching his right nipple.
Max put a hand gently on each side of my head. "Oh, Tim, I've wanted this for so long," he said quietly. He looked around. When he saw that David was sucking on one of Cedric's nipples and that Rodney, Francis, and Chaz were a tangle of arms and legs, he looked down at me and smiled. Then, as I continued my ministrations to his cock and his ass, he gestured to Trey to come closer. Soon they were kissing, standing at right angles to each other. Max had one arm around Trey's waist, leaving the other one on my head. He began to run his fingers through my hair and wiggle his butt as I stroked his prostate. His groans became more frequent. Suddenly, his assring clamped down in my finger, and he practically filled my mouth with his seed. He was shaking in the aftermath of his orgasm, and I think his knees buckled. I sat back on my haunches and looked up as Trey supported him.
I pulled Trey down to the floor and told him to get on all fours, which he did. Then I gestured to Max towards Trey's magnificent ass. He got the idea and, also on hands and knees, began to rim Trey. I scooted underneath and began to suck on Trey's fat, red, very hard lioncock. First, Trey reacted by trying to fuck my mouth, but that threw off Max's timing, so Trey decided just to stay in one position. Soon Max and I had him moaning and twitching. He was lubricating my mouth and throat copiously with his precum.
"My god! I never thought anything like this would happen. This is SO hot! Oh, yeah!"
I pulled off his dick long enough to say, "Trey, you sound like somebody who's getting fucked."
"Well, you sadist, what do I have to do to get fucked?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
"Okay, Maxie, let's give the man what he wants," I said, standing.
Max and I pulled Trey up, and the three of us went upstairs to the bedroom, where we got onto the bed. Max knelt near the head of the bed. Trey lay on his back so that he could suck on Max's thick cock. Before that evening, I hadn't seen that cock since Kenyon, and I had never seen it hard. It was longer than Trey's, more like seven inches. It was no fatter than Trey's and more pink than red.
I put a pillow under Trey's hips and began to rim and suck his ass, slobbering and making smacking noises. When he was relaxed, I grabbed some lube and a condom from the bedside table and shoved into his pink, winking, anus. Despite having come not too long before, Max was hard again and seemed to be enjoying Trey's oral attentions. I leaned forward. Max got the idea and leaned toward me. Soon he and I were sharing a deep kiss. Thus we three were united, a very special moment for me. And the others, too, I think. Trey was growling, and every time he did, Max sort of jumped, feeling the vibrations on his cock. I had worried that, after Greeley's donkey dong, he wouldn't be satisfied with me, but he managed to practically massage my dick with his ass muscles. Well, another thing #88 got right (wouldn't you know?) is that I tend to come much before I want to. So, though I was enjoying being kissed by Max and having my cock caressed by Trey's butt, and though I would have gladly prolonged the moment, I came with a shuddering orgasm. Max, who hadn't come in Trey's mouth, pulled out.
"Your turn, big guy," he said.
He didn't need to ask me twice. I shucked the condom and traded places with Trey. Max grabbed a rubber, lubed himself and me carefully, and I was ready to take his redhot poker. Trey took Max's former position and dangled his cock just over my mouth. I felt Max put the tip of his long tool against my pucker, but I was raising my head, trying to get Trey's cock in my mouth.
He smiled his lazy smile and asked, "Want this, Timmy?"
"Oh, god, yeah!" I said, straining my head upward but still unable to reach my goal. About then, Max gave a push. He's enough bigger than Cedric that it hurt a bit going in. I'm glad I didn't have Trey's dick in my mouth just then. I might have bitten it off. Trey smiled, looked down at me and said, "Now, I think." With that he lowered his dripping tool into my waiting mouth.
No disrespect to Cedric. He's my mate, and I love him. But this was fucking kewl, as Chaz might have said. Here I was being plugged by Max, my oldest and dearest friend, and by Trey, my spiritual partner. It was a very special moment.
Trey came before Max did. He told me he was going to come, but I used as much suction as I could to keep him from withdrawing, so he got the message and blasted a respectable load into my mouth. Max wasn't far behind. He leaned forward to kiss me and get a taste of Trey's cum, and then he went rigid and pumped his seed into my innards. I loved these two men more than I could ever have loved a brother, I suspect, and these couplings we'd been having were fulfilling, satisfying, and damned hot.
We all just collapsed in a sticky heap for a while and rested. Eventually, I thought I'd better check on what was going on downstairs. I might have known what I'd find. Some orgy! Francis, Cedric, and Rodney were all on the sofa. Ced was in the middle, and the other two had their arms around him. Francis and Rodney seemed to be leaning on Ced, and they all appeared to be asleep.
David was actually sitting on Chaz's lap. The two were exchanging gentle kisses. I was struck by the array of beautiful manflesh there in my living room and congratulated myself on having brought all this off.
Now it was time for the piece de resistance. I only hoped the piece didn't resist.
I went into the kitchen and made two pots of coffee (I had asked Trey to let me use his coffee maker for the evening.) Then Max, Trey, and I went around and offered coffee to those sprawled around the house. There were mild amounts of Chaz's drug in the coffee, except for the cup Chaz got, which was more heavily laced with it. Everyone in the house was still deliciously naked.
After the coffee was consumed and everyone was alert again, Trey went over to Chaz, kissed him, and then whispered something into his ear.
Chaz looked up at him (Chaz was seated, Trey was standing) and said, "I dunno, Tiger. Everybody's watching."
We could all hear Trey say "Come on, lover, after everything that's gone on this evening, are you still modest?"
"Well, er, I guess not."
Chaz got up and stretched out over the coffee table. He was on his knees, actually, with his torso resting on the table. I grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom. Trey got on his knees in front of Chaz and presented his hard, red prong to be sucked by his lover. Chaz sucked it in, just as, one assumes, he did frequently at home.
Meanwhile, I had lubed up Chaz's butt. Far from caring who was at his rear entrance, he wiggled it around a little as I was putting a well-coated finger up his chute. I lubed my dick, put on a condom, lubed that, and put the head against Chaz's pucker. Obviously this wasn't the first time that night he'd had something up there, for my rod slipped in effortlessly. I had a momentary fear that perhaps he didn't even know I was in him. That was allayed, however, when he wiggled his ass and groaned. Apparently a five-incher could still reach his prostate, and the angle was right. He pulled off Trey long enough to say, "Yeah, Timmy! Fuck my ass. That's the spot! You got the technique, little stud! Do it!"
I lasted longer this time, probably because I had already come that evening. Eventually, however, I dumped another modest load into the condom in Chaz's ass. I was proud of myself. Except for David and Max, these guys were all twenty-one or close to it. Cedric had done a lot for my sex life and my prowess, to be sure.
I stripped off the condom and went around to Chaz's mouth for him to suck the last bit of semen from my cock. I motioned the others to help themselves, and, surprisingly to me anyway, it was Ced who took his place at the head of the line.
Chaz looked back at Cedric and said plaintively, "Whass going on guys? Ya all gonna fuck me?"
"Yeah, big guy," I said, "I think just about everyone who knows you would like to do that."
"Am I THAT sexy?" he asked.
Several of the guys chuckled.
"You might say that," I responded. "Or at least, most everyone has wanted to give you his shaft at one time or other."
Chaz didn't respond, for at that point Cedric had more or less lunged into Chaz's well-lubricated chute.
I pulled on a pair of silk boxers and settled down to watch the scene play out.
Each of the guys took his turn fucking Chaz. Then he'd take off and throw the rubber into a waste basket provided and go around for Chaz to suck out the remaining spunk in his dick. When it was Rodney's turn, he grinned and said, "I've heard of sloppy seconds, but this is ridiculous." That didn't keep him from doing his share of moaning and grunting as he approached his orgasm and then unloaded into the condom sheathing his dick inside Chaz.
Trey, touchingly I suppose, refused to do Chaz with everyone else watching.
David was the last.
Chaz, who took the longest coming to terms with being gay, seemed the most abandoned that evening. With each successive fuck, he became wilder and more aggressive, his pigginess growing with each plugging, as if the animal in him were turned loose. He became a crazed, pumped-up bucket of lust.
When David, the last to fuck him, approached, Chaz demanded that he cum quarts into his condom to go along with the five other cum-filled condoms he had collected. He slammed back against David wildly, so that David was merely providing the pole, and Chaz was doing the thrusting. Both were slinging sweat as David came deep within the bigger man, who roared as he felt David coming. The onlookers quit rubbing their cocks and applauded and whooped and cheered as David collapsed on top of Chaz, and the two kissed first passionately and then tenderly.
David finally gave Chaz one last kiss and got up. "Thanks, Chaz," he said. "That was for auld lang syne.
Trey, who had been watching his lover being such an aggressive piggy bottom, brought him a towel dampened with warm water to clean up his butthole from all the lube that had been used on it as six of us had fucked him.
By then it was about around 5:00 AM. I brought out more champagne, which everyone took. We toasted the New Year and one another and then began to sort ourselves out into couples again and flop, naked, wherever it was convenient. There were guys in both bedrooms upstairs as well as all around the living room.
Later, close to noon, as Cedric and I were fixing brunch for the whole crew, Chaz came downstairs with his arm around Trey. "Hey, Ced and Tim," he asked, "can we do this again next year?"
Trey looked a bit alarmed. I think he'd seen something in his lover the previous night he'd never suspected.
"Think you'll be able to sit down again by then?" Cedric asked him.
Chaz grinned and lowered himself onto a chair very gingerly. "I `spect maybe by commencement I'll be okay."
Trey ruffled Chaz's hair and said, "You better be okay by tomorrow, Big Guy. You've got a game."
Chaz wiggled his ass on the chair and said, "Ouch."