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TO BE A BROTHER
by Macout Mann
Chapter XII
Peter's Epiphany
As soon as Tom had left the room, Peter asked, "Is he going to have sex with Oscar now?"
"I'm sure he is," Jim answered.
"And you don't mind?"
"Why should I? That's why I brought him here."
"Tom said you were a virgin when you first came here. Didn't it bother you to find out all the stuff that was going on?"
"No. It didn't bother me. It surprised me. You see, I always knew that I wanted to have sex with guys. I'd had the hots for Tom--he'd been my best friend for years, and he was my sponsor--I'd had the hots for him forever, but I was just naïve. I just didn't know how to go about getting with him. I didn't even know that he was into guys. I had some romantic notions about what sex would be like. I sure didn't expect guys would be going from room to room in a hotel fucking each other. But when Tom and I had sex for the first time--in the same room where he and Oscar are right now—it was a dream come true.
"It did take some getting used to. That guys get together just for the sake of getting off. But once I became accustomed to the idea, I didn't have any problem with it. Like they say, `if it feels good, do it.'"
"I love to be with Wilson," Peter said, "but the idea of doing something with a complete stranger...."
"Wasn't Wilson a complete stranger, when he first had you?"
"Well, yes....but he had been so understanding, and I trusted him."
"I'm sure Tom told you that you could trust anybody here not to do anything you didn't want to do."
"Y....yes, he did."
"And you've never thought about having sex with anybody but Wilson?"
"Oh yes, there are a couple of guys at school--they're so good looking--but I could never even dream of suggesting...."
Again Jim interrupted. "There are more than two dozen good looking guys here. Haven't you had any desire for any of them? What about the sexy bartenders?"
"Tom showed me his....his dick. It was all I could do not to go for it. But that would have been wrong."
Jim sensed the longing in Peter's voice and saw the desire in his face. He gently embraced him and said, "There's nothing wrong with you doing what your gut tells you to do. Sex isn't wrong, Peter. Sex is natural."
Then Jim changed the subject. Another forbidden activity according to evangelicals. "When I was talking to you upstairs, what you were drinking wasn't iced tea."
"Drinking is supposed to be a sin too, but it isn't as bad a sin as sex is, and homosexual sex is worst of all," Peter responded.
"Everything was put on this earth for our use," Jim explained. "And everything can be misused. But think about it, Peter. Can you turn off your desire to be with Wilson? No you can't. Can you turn off your desire to be with Tom? No you can't. You can force yourself not to do what your gut tells you, but the desire is still there. And it's natural. And it can't be wrong, regardless of what others may say."
He held Peter close and let what he had said sink in.
Several minutes passed. Then Jim felt Peter's hand caress his dick. "Right now I desire this," Peter whispered.
"Are you sure?" Jim asked. "You need to trust yourself too."
Peter fumbled with Jim's fly. "I'm sure," the young theology student said. "You've opened my eyes."
Soon both men were naked on Tom's bed. Peter for the first time tasted the flavor of cum other than Wilson's. And he felt the thrust of a new and different dick up his ass.
Meanwhile, at Jim's suggestion Oscar had already stripped by the time Tom appeared next door.
"Nice," Tom said. "How about getting me comfortable too?"
Tom was wearing only a sleeveless t shirt, denim shorts, and slippers. So in thirty seconds he and Oscar were cuddling in the bed.
"So you and Jim were roommates last year," Tom began, as he began to feel up Oscar's neat, hard torso. "How did you two first get together?"
"It was the last day of exams. Jim was returning library books. I noticed that he had a book I was interested in, and I asked him about it. We got to talking, and I noticed he seemed to be as interested in my crotch as I was in his. He finally suggested that I come back to his room and have a beer. I was worried that his roommate—you, although I didn't know it at the time—would show up. He said you were cool. It wouldn't make any difference if you did.
"After he fucked me, he asked me straight away if I'd like to be his roommate. My roommate freshman year was a pain-in-the-ass homophobe, so I jumped at the chance. We immediately went over to the housing office, and it was arranged."
"So you guys must have spent as much time fucking and sucking as we had before."
"We had sex about as often as possible."
By now Tom was fingering Oscar's balls. He then slipped his lips over the younger man's rigid shaft and began to rhythmically pleasure the prospective, who responded with expected moans of gratitude. Tom kept Oscar on edge for the longest time. He was thoroughly enjoying thrilling his new partner, but he also wanted to give Jim as much time with Peter as he needed to have. Finally, he permitted the explosion to take place and drank every drop of Oscar's precious fluid.
"Now get me ready to plow your sweet ass," Tom demanded.
One thing that the brothers stressed was foreplay. From the beginning Malcolm thought that was half the fun. And Jim had indoctrinated Oscar well. Tom lay back, and Oscar stimulated every erogenous spot on his body with fingers, lips and tongue. At the height of their "forepassion," he moistened Tom's dick with his mouth, while Tom greased his ass with his probing, lube-coated fingers.
"Ram me, dude!" Oscar finally cried.
Tom complied.
"Ugh," Oscar croaked, as the full length of Tom's prong penetrated him. "Oh shit yes! Fuck me, man. Fuck me hard!"
Tom hadn't been as active that day as he would have before becoming Elder, so he was horny as hell. He pounded Oscar's ass, raising up on each stroke until his dick almost popped out, then shoved the full length of his pole back in, roughly scratching Oscar's cheeks with his pubes on each thrust. Exactly what both men wanted.
It wasn't long before he climaxed, filling Oscar's colon with his life-making sperm.
"God, that was unbelievable," Oscar panted.
"You've got some ass," Tom replied.
Tom didn't bother to dress before returning to his own room. There he found Jim and Peter still naked, still spooned up on his bed.
"Looks like you've been doing more than talk," Tom said.
"He said I opened his eyes," Jim grinned.
"And opened something else?"
As he approached the bed, Peter reached for Tom's groin. "And I'd like to feel another one," he snickered.
Jim silently slid from the bed to a nearby chair. Tom slipped into the bed next to Peter. Peter's fingers encircled the Elder's dick.
"And then what would you like to do with it?" Tom asked.
"Taste it. Get fucked by it. It all feels so good."
Jim was tempted to become involved. Instead he decided just to watch. He loved to watch. And he wanted to see how Peter would react.
Peter didn't care.
After Tom had added his cum to what Jim had already deposited in Peter's ass, Tom asked, "So you want to be a brother?"
"Oh yes. Oh yes."