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TO BE A BROTHER
by Macout Mann
Chapter II
Friday Night
Their passions temporarily sated, Tom and Reg returned to the lounge. "I still want you up my ass later," Reg said.
In the lounge they found that Jim was pretty much the center of attention. Victor had excused himself, saying that he and an older brother needed to check something out downstairs. But at least ten guys were surrounding his table, and he seemed totally at ease answering their questions.
"I told you," Reg said to Tom. "He's a shoo-in."
"Hi, bro," Tom greeted Jim. "Sorry I was away so long, but you don't seem to have been lonely."
There was lots of laughter.
"I'm ready for a second drink, Tom. I think I'll try what you're having."
"No problem, bro."
Tom got two Scotch on the Rocks from the bar, joined the group around Jim for a minute or so, then started working the room. After all, he'd been a brother for only one year, and he'd been told he ought to get to know as many of the members as he could.
Dale Carson, a lawyer who was about thirty, asked, "Say Tom, where the hell did you dig up this sweetheart?"
"Oh I've known Jim, since he was six," Tom answered. "He's about my best bud."
"He sure turns me on. I can't wait to tap that."
"You'll have to wait for me, Dale. He's a cherry boy."
"No shit. You're one lucky fucker."
Those sentiments were repeated many times as Tom moved around the lounge.
It was seven-thirty, when Reg tapped a large bell near the dining room door. "Gentlemen, dinner is served," he said. "If you haven't finished your drink, feel free to bring it to the table."
There were five tables for six set in the dining room. The brothers seemed to drift to the nearest one. Turned out there were three seats not taken, when the wait staff began to serve the appetizers, three bacon-wrapped oysters, broiled until crisp, and served on round croutons. This was followed by loin lamb chops that had been marinated in herbed red wine, served with artichoke hearts, a tomato aspic, and for dessert chocolate pot de creme. As coffee was being poured, Reg stood and welcomed everyone to the Aries Convocation. Jim was to later learn that Aries was in the Spring and Libra was in the Fall.
Reg also said that he was pleased that his brother, who had preceded him as Elder, would be joining them for part of the convocation. He was sure that the older members would be especially glad to get with him again, and that the newer members would delight in knowing him and being known by him. There was much laughter, but Jim obviously didn't get the inside joke.
Finally Reg said, "I know most, if not all of you have already met him. If you have, I'm sure you're grateful that Brother Tom Parrish is proposing that his long term friend, Jim Sessions, become our newest brother. Jim, will you stand?" There was prolonged applause.
"Fresh meat!" someone yelled.
The expression on Reg's and many other brothers' faces said that the group's standard of behavior under these circumstances had been violated big time. But Jim's naivety again let him fail to understand the import of what had been said. He just smiled broadly, thinking that was what was expected of him.
"Welcome, Jim," Reg said. "Tomorrow at ten, Brother Abramson will tell us what to think about what's going on in Crimea. Breakfast's at nine. For now you are all on your own."
Along with most of the others, Tom and Jim crossed back into the lounge. Jim was shocked to see that the two new bartenders looked as young as he was and were both bare chested. He sprang a boner that his boxer briefs couldn't hope to hide. But nobody seemed to notice.
"Shirtless bartenders?" Jim exclaimed.
"Oh yes," Tom replied. "After dinner we like to show that we can be more casual. You might see some of the brothers take off their shirts."
Jim couldn't take his eyes off the bartenders. They weren't workout freaks, but they both had great biceps, broad shoulders, super abs, and pecs to die for. But then he realized that all the other men around him were similarly endowed.
Tom ordered them Cognacs. "You can drink it slow. We don't want you getting drunk out of your mind," he said.
"I think I'm doing o.k.," Jim replied. "I've only had a Rum and Coke and one Scotch."
"I'm proud of you. When I was here for the first time, I drank too much. Didn't pass out, but made a fool of myself."
By and large the others left Jim and Tom to themselves. A couple of the younger brothers did remove their shirts. Jim noticed that two, sometimes three guys would take off from time to time. Later they'd be back.
It was eleven o'clock when Tom suggested they hit the sack. On the way to their room, one of the brothers came out of a room looking totally disheveled. When they reached 1204, Tom said that he should have mentioned that the rooms all just had a queen or king sized bed. "Hope you don't mind," he said.
"As tired as I am, I'd sleep with you on a bunk bed," Jim laughed.
Tom stripped off and climbed in bed. "We can shower in the morning," he suggested.
Jim took off his t shirt and jeans.
"You goanna sleep in those?" Tom asked. "I've been sleeping naked for years. Feels a hellova lot better to let it all hang out."
Jim knew that when they'd had sleepovers in the past, they'd both slept in their briefs. "Maybe Tom had done that to avoid embarrassing me or something," Jim thought. "Well, I'll try it bare-assed and see," he responded aloud. He removed his Under Armors and climbed in on the other side.
Tom turned off the light. In less than a minute Jim was sound asleep.
Tom had set his cell phone on vibrate and set it on his pillow. Less than an hour later vibrations awakened him. "Hello," he whispered.
"You ready to fuck me?" Reg asked.
"I'll be right there," Tom whispered.
He slipped out of the bed, grabbed his key card, and carefully stole from the room. Next door Reg was waiting.
"The Denver boys want to play with you," Reg said. "So does Victor. Says you owe him, since he can't have Jim yet. But right now you're mine."
Reg reached for Tom's pecs and pinched his nipples, as Tom pulled the Elder to himself. His dick was like a steel rod. Reg's was not quite so rigid. He'd been messing around a whole lot more than Tom had.
"You won't need any lube," Reg whispered.
In the short time he'd been a brother, Tom had mastered the fine art of foreplay. His tongue pierced Reg's ear, then lapped his pits. Tom's teeth stimulated his nips, and nibbled his trail. Tom's lips massaged his dick. Finally, Tom's dick penetrated Reg's ass, as Reg moaned. His eyes glowed with pleasure as Tom began to pound his way to a new orgasm.
"You've got the neatest ass," Tom murmered.
"I ought to," Reg panted. "It's had enough practice taking dicks."
"Yeah man. Oh fuck."
Tom dropped his load up the Elder's colon. "Fuck yes," he repeated.
Five minutes later Tom was headed to Bob and John's room for a three way. He'd be giving it and getting it. And afterward, he'd give whatever he had left to Victor Scanlon. All the while naked guys were going up and down the corridor from room to room finding pleasure.
While Tom was away, Jim woke up, needing to piss. He saw that Tom was missing and wondered where he was. But his immediate need was to unload the alcohol in his bladder. He crossed to the bathroom and did his business. He washed his hands like a good little boy, and saw his reflection in the plate glass mirror that covered the wall above the vanity.
He liked what he saw, and started thinking about the bartenders with their bare chests and the bulges in their tight black jeans. Soon he was hard and began to beat on his dick for the first time in over twenty-four hours. He unloaded into the sink and felt a hellova lot better.
He washed away the evidence of what he'd done and climbed back into bed. He was going to wait for Tom to return, but sleep got the better of his intention. When Tom returned, he was totally out of it.