Date: Sat, 13 Sep 2014 14:48:08 -0700
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: To Be a Brother 10

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                                        TO BE A BROTHER

                                        by Macout Mann



                                          Chapter X

                                 Not All Prospectives Make It


Jim adjusted to college life very quickly.  Of course Tom's tutelage
helped.

Jim's roommate was a lad from New Mexico, pleasant enough but totally
straight.  Pre Med.  Very serious about his studies.  They didn't have a
whole lot in common.  Because of Tom Jim tended to associate mostly with
sophomores anyway.  Tom had introduced him to a couple of guys who also
liked to mess around.

Time soon came for the Libra Convocation.  Jim and Tom arrived at the
Olympic about two.  This time they were in the room across from Reg.  They
learned that another prospect was being introduced by Bob Galbraith, one of
the members from Denver.  They would be staying in the room next to Reg.

This time there were thirty-three brothers in attendance, more than usual,
so almost all rooms had two occupants.  That wouldn't dampen the action,
however.

Tom and Jim went up to the penthouse straight away.  There were already
several guys there that Jim hadn't met; so they were introduced, and Jim
again became the subject of the usual questioning.  Having been through the
routine at the Spring meeting, he was totally relaxed and performed well.

This time Tom didn't have to make excuses when he paired off and went
downstairs.

Reg came up with Bob and his prospective, a boy Jim's age.  He was not
really all that handsome, although he had a good build and fine, wavy dark
red hair.  As he was introduced around and quizzed, Jim learned that his
name was Baxter Benefield, that he was from Colorado Springs, where his
father was a senior Air Force Officer and a faculty member at the Air Force
Academy.

Baxter seemed a bit loud and his language a bit coarse.  Good thing there
were no ladies present.

Reg took Jim aside and said that he had some questions to ask him
downstairs.  Jim now had no illusions about what their real purpose in
going to the twelfth floor was.

"Damn, it's good to see you again, Jim," Reg said.  "I've been thinking
about you ever since Belmont."  He gave Jim a good feel.  "I've just got to
taste that for now.  I want to get with you and Tom later tonight."

It was quick and passionate.  They returned to the penthouse, where more
and more brothers were showing up.  Jim was greeted fondly by those who had
met him in the Spring and was well met by those who had not known him
before.

Tom finally returned and chatted with Baxter and Bob, while Jim went to the
bar and brought him and Tom fresh drinks.  Tom asked Baxter if he had any
interest in the Air Force.

"Fuck no!" Baxter answered.  "It's not so bad now that you can be openly
gay.  But still, I'm not cut out for that military shit."

Tom continued to work the room, while Bob and another brother wandered off.

"All these guys are going off someplace to fuck, aint they?" Baxter asked
Jim.

"Why d'ya say that?" Jim replied.

"Well, back home the only thing Bob and John Banner want to do with me is
have sex.  They wouldn't have invited me here if fucking wasn't involved."

Jim thought back to the Aries Convocation and thought that he must have
really been a slow learner.  "Not my place to say," he responded.

"You're a hot motherfucker," Baxter continued.  "Wanna get together?"

Fortunately, Jim was saved from having to answer by the arrival of Victor.

"Hi, Jim," Victor said as he extended his hand.  "Fancy meeting you here.
And who is this?"

"Victor Scanlon, meet Baxter..." Jim began.

"Benefield," Baxter haughtily supplied the missing last name.

"Baxter's another prospective," Jim concluded.

"Good to meet you, Baxter.  Do they call you `Bax'?"

"No.  Just `asshole' mostly."

By the time the gong was rung for dinner Jim had chatted with every brother
present.  Dale Carson, a lawyer who had admired him in the Spring, asked
Jim to sit with him.  "I was with Bob earlier," he said, "and he told me
that he finally did it."

The evening progressed exactly as it had at Aries.  The group goggled at
the sexy, bare-chested bartenders.  Brothers wandered in and out, but
mostly just renewed acquaintances.  Dale and Jim did get together.  He and
Tom went to their room about eleven.

There was a knock on their door about two.  Tom let a naked Reg in.

"Don't you ever sleep?" Tom asked.

"Not much during convocations."

Reg immediately took Tom into his arms and gently massaged his whole body.
They moved to the bed, where Jim was waiting.  There followed an orgy of
kissing and licking, of tasting dick, of fingering assholes.

"You guys are the sexiest," Reg murmured.

"Yeah.  I bet you say that to all the boys," Tom panted.

Reg reached for Jim's dick and planted it at the entrance to his tail.
"Fuck me, dude," he ordered.

Jim impaled Reg's ass in one thrust, while Reg's mouth closed around Tom's
stiff pole.  Jim's butt pounded and Reg's head bobbed in unison, as the two
best friends satisfied their need to get wads of cum in two orifices at
once.  They exploded almost simultaneously, rolled over, and the three of
them came down together, Reg sharing the residue of Tom's ejaculate by
kissing the others.

Reg was still fingering Jim's softened dick, when he asked, "So what did
you think of the Benefield kid?"

"Wasn't impressed," Tom answered.

"He offered to get with me," Jim volunteered.

"Well, if you want to fuck him, do it tomorrow," Reg responded.  "That's
the last time you'll see him around here.  I haven't talked to a single
brother, besides Bob, who's had a good word to say about him.

"Being crude in private is one thing, but not in front of the whole group.
And the brothers think he's not all that good looking either."

"Speaking of being crude, I need to suck your motherfucking cock, bro," Tom
said.  "I need some Pirie cum."



Morning came.  Jim and Tom appeared with about twenty-five others for
breakfast.  Reg was absent.  Tom told Jim he was probably finally getting
some sleep.  Theirs was not the last room he had visited.

Dale Carson had evidently spread the word about Jim's availability.  He
didn't get to go to the lecture on how the international crisis in the
South China Sea might be resolved.  He was too busy accepting invitations
to be bedded.  By noon he had one sore ass.  But he was glad he was being
appreciated.

He and Tom were again excluded from the business meeting.  But towards its
end they were summoned to the penthouse.  Magnums of Champagne had been
brought out and each brother had filled a flute and were waiting.

When Jim and Tom entered, they were also handed filled glasses.
"Gentlemen, it is my pleasure," Reg said, "to introduce our newest brother,
Bro Jim Sessions!"

"To Brother Jim!"  They all raised their glasses and quaffed the contents.

Some of the brothers began to refill glasses.  Reg turned to his newest
brother.  "Jim?"

Jim looked out at the group of smiling faces.  "Well," he began, "I've
gotta say that last time I sure didn't know what I was getting into.  And
it took forever for me to realize what was going on.  But I'm sure glad I
finally did."

There was much laughter and applause.

"Enough said," Reg announced.

"Elder Reg."  It was the voice of John Banner.  "May I say one thing before
we adjourn?"

"Certainly."

"Although my good friend and colleague, Bob, was the one who proposed
Baxter Benefield, I was equally a party to the decision to do so.  And I
think I speak for him as well as myself, when I say that we want to
apologize for our poor judgment.

"It was apparent from the first moment that he was not suited to be a
brother.

"And I'd like to commend Brother Tom for his good judgment in seeing in
Brother Jim the sort of young man that we can all say we are proud to call
`bro.'"

Again much applause.

The group dispersed to get dressed for the banquet.

During the cocktail hour Jim and Tom were the center of attention.  Word
had gotten around that they were both at Midwestern, so there were good
wishes about that.  The brothers who had already been with Jim
congratulated him on his prowess.

Baxter and Bob were not present.  Tom learned that Bob had decided to fly
back to Colorado early.

Craig Pirie did arrive in time for the banquet.  He had a short meeting
with Jim to tell him how pleased he was that Jim had accepted the
scholarship.

After the banquet Tom suggested that he and Jim operate as a team in
consideration of Jim's sore ass.  They partied until well after two.