Date: Sun, 5 Oct 2014 07:44:16 -0700
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: To Be a Brother 15

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                              TO BE A BROTHER

                              by Macout Mann



                               Chapter XV

                                 Steve


The convocation went off as smoothly as it ever had.  The renovation had
not yet begun, so everything was as it had always been.  The hotel manager
did not venture above the eleventh floor.

There were no new prospectives.  Tom guessed it was because the Brothers
were unsure whether the convocation would even take place.

Fun, however, was abundant.



Not long after the convocation ended, the renovation began.  The plan was
to first do the lobby and the public rooms downstairs, then to renovate the
guest rooms floor by floor, finishing with the penthouse.  The name of the
hotel would be changed after the first group of guest rooms were
refinished.

Chester and Tom stayed in touch with the project as closely as they could.

Brownlee was concerned about taking care of the regulars who had kept the
hotel in business for so many years.  He had begun his career at the
St. Francis, San Francisco's landmark hostelry.  It had stayed solvent
during the great depression due to the patronage of traveling salesmen and
naval officers.  It repaid them by continuing to maintain mezzanine
showrooms long after the depression and World War II ended and by always
giving preference to naval officers seeking rooms.  He also mentioned that
the St. Francis was unique in that it put three sheets on each bed, so that
guests' necks wouldn't be tickled by the woolen blankets and that it washed
all the change that it used.  All around town, people recognized the shiny
"St. Francis money."

Chester and Tom agreed that regulars should be given preference, and might
receive a ten percent discount on the higher rates for refurbished rooms.
They would be called "plaza rooms."  The older rooms would be called
"olympic rooms."  At Tom's suggestion, once renovation was complete the
Olympia Plaza would begin to wash its money.  That would give the hotel a
singularity that would draw the public's attention.

Brothers arriving at the next convocation found the customary welcoming
banner outside, but were greeted by a stunning new lobby.  The "front desk"
had been moved to a more discreet location and to the right of the main
entrance was a new concierge desk.  The wood paneling had been painted a
muted gold color.  On the windows were dark red satin draperies and
valances accented with small gold fleur-de-lis.  Panels of the same fabric,
surrounded by decorative molding, highlighted the walls.  Twelve Louis XV
style chandeliers with crystal prisms in a variety of shapes added even
more elegance.  There were sconces in a similar style.

The hotel's dining room, bar, and first floor and mezzanine meeting rooms
also benefited from a French influence.  A single, massive Late Empire
chandelier with its rows of overlapping jewel heads dominated the dining
room.  It was also complemented by wall sconces in the same style.  A new
wainscoting surrounded the room.

In the penthouse above, Tom was meeting Peter's prospective, Steven Pugh
for the first time.  Steve was a freshman at Four Square, and Tom was
concerned that he might have another moral quandary on his hands.  He
passed Steve off to Jim and took Peter down to room 1202.

"Dude, are you sure about this guy?" Tom asked.

"Hell yeah," Peter answered.  "I was turned on to him by one of my upper
class buddies who knew him from before.  My buddy'd been fucking him since
he was 12.  Said Steve was the one that got things started even then.

"Seems like Steve's dad is straight but sort of a renegade, while his
mother's a holy-roller type.  She insisted that Steve go to Four Square.
But Steve's always taken after his father.  Doesn't give a damn about what
other people say.

"So when Barney introduced Steve to me, the first thing he did was to grab
my crotch and say, `So if you are a friend of Barney's, you must like to
play.'  I'll bet he's doped out what's going on here before dinner
tonight."

"O.K.," Tom said.  "We'll see."

Meanwhile upstairs Jim had introduced Steve to Wilson, identifying him as
Peter's prospect.

"So we've got another theologian, have we?" Wilson teased.

"Hardly a theologian.  More like a hedonist," Steve replied.

"Well the world needs more playboys," Wilson laughed.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Jim asked.

"Sure, Jack neat, please."

"Sure as hell aint a typical Bible thumper," Jim thought.

When Tom and Peter returned to the lounge, they found Steve the center of
attention.  Polite and at ease with everyone, he was totally confident and
demonstrated a great sense of humor.  He was also very observant.

"Where are these dudes heading off to?" he whispered to Peter.  "They going
off someplace to fuck?"

"You got it," Peter laughed.

"Had to be," Steve said.  "They've all got that contented look when they
come back."

 A couple of minutes later Jim signaled to Tom.  "I told you so," he
whispered.  He repeated exactly what Steve had said.

After dinner, Peter and Steve returned to the lounge.  Steve was
immediately attracted to the bartenders.  "Are they on the menu?" he asked.

"No they're just here to get you hot and bothered," Peter answered.

Tom interrupted and said he needed to talk to Steve.  They left for his
room.  Peter sought out Oscar.  He knew they wouldn't be interrupted in his
and Steve's room.

In the elevator Steve said, "You're going to fuck me, aren't you?"

"If you want me to.  We don't do anything around here that someone doesn't
want to do."

"I love to get fucked," Steve continued, "and it doesn't matter who does
it."

As Tom slid his key card into the door, he said, "First we need to talk."

Their conversation confirmed everything that Peter had told Tom earlier.
That Steve had been sexually active since he was twelve.  That his dad, who
was totally straight, knew all about him but didn't care.  That he'd been
with a couple of gals, but liked sex with guys better.

They had been sitting opposite each other at the room's table.  Tom stood
and took Steve's hand and led him the few steps to the bed.  He pulled
Steve close and fondled his groin.  He felt a dick which immediately grew
hard.  Steve reciprocated.

"Shit," Steve mumbled, "I can't wait to have that thing up my ass."

"All in good time," Tom replied.

He slipped Steve's shirt off and began to nibble his nickel-sized nips,
while stroking the younger man's back and sides.

"Yeah, bite those tits," Steve panted.  His sexual activity would prove to
be very verbal.

Tom licked down his gut, as he undid his jeans.  He was wearing Under Armor
briefs, and Tom hefted his balls through the sheer fabric.

"That feels so good," Steve said.  "I gotta feel your marbles."  He quickly
removed Tom's shirt and the denim shorts he was wearing.  He noted that Tom
was free-balling, as he grabbed the Elder's hard tool and felt a bit of
pre-cum flow onto his palm.  He quickly licked it clean.  "Tasty," he said.

They pulled each other onto the bed and pressed their bodies together neck
to knee.

"You're one sexy motherfucker," Steve continued to comment.  "I'm goanna
love that bone scraping my hole."

Tom continued to stimulate Steve's erotic zones, licking, rubbing, and
finally taking his dick into his mouth, while ritually probing Steve's ass
with his fingers.  He didn't want Steve to cum, so he stopped sucking the
prospect and began to apply lube to his dick and Steve's ass.  When he felt
Steve had reached the height of passion, his dick slipped into Steve's well
used orifice.

"Oh shit, man, you're so great.  Fuck me, dude.  Fuck me good!" Steve
yelled loudly enough for Peter and Oscar next door to hear what was being
said.

"Glad you like it," Tom replied.

He made it last as long as he could.  Steve was beside himself before Tom
pumped his seed into his new acquaintance's colon.  "Yes, yes, yes!" Steve
cried.

Steve hadn't cum, despite the repeated assault on his prostate, so Tom
again went down on him, and this time was rewarded with a mouth and throat
full of cream.

"Oh, shit," Steve exclaimed.  "Fuck me again, dude."

"Later.  That's the reason yours and Peter's room is right next to mine,"
Tom grinned.

When they returned to the lounge, to the seasoned observer there was no
doubt what had been going on.  Unlike many prospectives, Steve made no
effort to hide what they had been doing.  Decorum always ruled on the
Penthouse Floor, however.  Oscar, Peter, and a couple of other younger
brothers were shirtless, but that was as far as the rules allowed things to
go.  No nudity.  No unseemly gestures.  Assignations could be arranged, but
all sexual activity had to occur on the floor below.  Even down there there
were rules.  After dinner guys could roam the halls naked, but the room
doors had to remain closed.  No bath house carrying on.  Knock and it might
be open to you.

Nonetheless, Steve did get invited to the floor below a couple of times
before he and Peter retired.  As usual Tom was kept very busy.  It was
after three before he knocked on the door of Room 1204 and invited himself
to a Four Square three man party.