Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 09:12:56 -0700
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: To Be a Brother 3

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                                 TO BE A BROTHER

                                 by Macout Mann



                                  Chapter III

                                  Convocation


When Jim awoke, his bod was pressed against Tom's backside.  He panicked.
What if Tom were to wake up and find him like this?  It was so
embarrassing.  He rushed to the bathroom and jumped into the shower.  The
hot water was soothing, and he jacked off for a second time to relieve
morning wood.  He quickly shaved and returned to the room draped in his
towel.

He found Tom sitting on the side of the bed fingering his dick.  Jim's
entrance didn't cause him to stop.  He just said, "Morning, bro.  Sleep
good?"

"Yeah.  Sure did.  I did have to get up to piss once.  You were gone."

"Yeah...eh...I...woke up and remembered.  I'd forgotten to tell Reg
something.  I knew he was a night owl...so I took the chance he was still
up.  He was.

"You must've gone right back to sleep.  When I got back, I don't think I
could have waked you up with a cannon volley."  They both laughed.

"Well, I need to get a shower," Tom continued, and he headed to the bath
room.

Jim started to get dressed.  He noticed a stain on the sheet.  Leakage from
Tom's ass.  "Damn," he thought, "Tom must've jacked off."

He also noticed that Tom's clothes seemed to be exactly where he'd taken
them off last night.  "He couldn't have gone out bare-assed," Jim thought.
When he put on his jeans and t shirt, he did decide to go commando today.

Jim had thought breakfast maybe would be a buffet.  But no.  They arrived
to see the same thirty places set, just like last night.  Promptly at nine
the same crew laid out coffee and orange juice followed by buttered waffles
with a choice of syrups and a choice of bacon or link sausage.  There were
maybe nineteen diners.  Jim thought maybe the others had had too much to
drink.  Anyway, if they weren't there at nine, they missed breakfast.

Jim and Tom continued to savor their coffee after breakfast was finished.
Tom told Jim that the speaker at ten, Brother Chris, was a Rhodes Scholar
and was on the White House Staff.  "He might tell us something it'd be good
to know," he said.

A couple of other guys joined the group for the lecture, a couple left.
The bar opened at ten, and some of the brothers brought bloody marys or
mimosas to the lecture.  "Where're they going?" Jim asked.

"Probably to the pool," Tom answered.  "We can take a swim later."

The lecture dealt with the takeover of the Crimea by Russia.  Chris
Abramson did give out some information that had not been on television, and
he ended with an unexpected comment.  "I think," he said, "that if we took
more into consideration the Russian attitude toward the West's reaching
into the traditional Russian sphere of influence, we'd be a lot further
ahead toward reaching the administration's goals.  That's on deep
background of course."

"What does that `deep background' thing mean?" Jim asked as they returned
to their room.

"One of the brothers who's a lawyer explained it to me," Tom replied.  "'On
background' means you can't say that he said it.  `Deep background' means
you shouldn't say that it was said.  But you can, and they can't do
anything about it."

"Damn," Jim responded, "I'm into some big time shit."

"Shit, anyway," Tom laughed.  Let's go down for a swim."

Back in the days when the Olympic was the number one hotel for a hundred
miles around, the elevator system's installation had been very
sophisticated. Even now special settings could be used.  During the
convocation if you pushed "B" on the twelfth floor, the elevator would
bypass all other calls and descend to the basement.  In the basement if you
pushed "12" it would immediately go to the top floor.  The hotel wouldn't
prohibit other guests from using the pool, but they were happy to
facilitate its use by the brothers.

Tom and Jim in their swimming gear found several brothers frolicking in the
pool.  There was a lot more grabassing than Jim would have expected from a
bunch of dudes in their twenties.  But what did he know?

Once they were in the pool Tom paddled over to be with his brothers.  No
other guests were in the pool.  Victor paddled over and challenged Jim to a
race, two lengths of the pool.  They were evenly matched, and when Victor
swam up to touch the edge of the pool, he "accidentally" also touched Jim's
privates.

"Sorry, dude.  I didn't realize you were that close," Victor chuckled.

Of course, the encounter gave Jim an immediate and embarrassing erection,
but Victor didn't seem to notice, and no one else was close enough to see.

After an hour of play, Tom and Jim returned to the top of the hotel,
dressed and headed for the bar.  They both ordered Scotch.  Lunch would be
at 12:30.  Reg's father, Craig, had arrived, and Tom introduced Jim.  Craig
was in his late fifties but was trim and still good-looking.  He had
greying temples and a salt and pepper moustache, but otherwise could have
passed for forty.  He greeted Jim very warmly and said he'd like to get to
know him later.

After lunch Reg did tell Jim that his dad wanted to talk to him.  He was in
room 1219.  Tom said he'd be back at the lounge.

Craig Pirie was waiting when Jim knocked at his door.  He asked the young
man to sit and began by saying, "This time I can be here only a few hours,
but I did want to get to know you, Jim.  Since I got here this morning,
I've heard nothing but good things about you."

The questions Mr. Pirie asked were very much like those asked by all the
brothers, and Jim's recital of the answers were by now rote.  Then the
subject changed.  "What are your plans after high school?" Jim was asked.

"I'll probably be going to Seabury.  It's a good school, and I can
commute," he answered.

"Oh?" Pirie responded.  "I understand Tom Parrish, your sponsor, is
attending Midwestern.  Had you considered it?"

"Yes, I applied.  Was accepted.  But the folks say they can't afford the
tab.  Seabury's a lot less pricey and I can live at home."

"Have you notified Midwestern you're not going?"

"No.  I keep hoping the folks might change their mind.  It would mean a lot
to be at school with Tom.  He was a year ahead, but we went all through
public school together."

"Keep them hanging," Pirie counseled.  "My son, Reginald, is very impressed
with you, young man.  I am involved with an organization called
`Benefactors' Scholarship Trust.'  It may be able to offer some help.  Let
me see what we can do."

Jim was on Cloud Nine, when he left Mr. Pirie.  They had been talking for
over an hour.  As he walked toward the elevator, Tom came out of one of the
rooms.  He was totally disheveled.  Tousled hair.  Rumpled jeans.

"Hi, bro," Tom said.  "Have a good meeting with Craig?"

"Yeah.  Great," Jim answered.  "He's going to see about getting me some
scholarship help so I can go to Midwestern.

"I thought you were going to be up in the lounge."

"Oh...uh...Chris Abramson wanted to show me something else about the
Crimea."

They stopped by their room to freshen up.  Then headed back to the
penthouse, where the center of attention was now Reg's older brother,
Malcolm.

Tom introduced himself and Jim.  Malcolm said Reg had told him about Jim,
and he was looking forward to getting with Tom.  He said he was sorry, but
that he hadn't seen his dad in several months.  Craig was about to leave
and he needed to go down and see his dad.

Victor was putting together a poker game.  "You play, Jim?" he asked.

"Dad has some guys that come over to play poker about once a month.
They've let me kibitz sometimes, but they play five card stud.  You
probably play that Texas game."

Wilson Carrington interjected.  "Texas Fold-em is pussy poker.  We play
dealer's choice, but the choice has got to be five or seven card stud or
draw."

"Let me watch," Jim said.  "Maybe I'll get in later."

"Well we're not out to make you a pauper," Victor said.  "A buck's the
maximum ante and raise."

Tom joined the game and Jim stood over his shoulder.

A half hour later Malcolm returned.  "Hate to interrupt," he said, "but I
need to get with Tom."

"Sure you do," Victor laughed.

"Jim, take my hand," Tom said.  "You'll be on my dime."

"Hey, you can't turn that down," Wilson shouted.

Actually Jim did very well.  He was thirty dollars ahead, when Tom and
Malcolm showed up again.

"Hey, Tom," Victor called out, "Your boy is doing so well, you don' want to
screw with his luck.  Here.  Take my hand."

"The guy that was hot to get the game started is running away," Bryan
Compton giggled.  "That's all right.  We need to encourage the younger boys
to play more mature organs."

Again there was laughter, and again Jim didn't understand the joke.

Tom did rejoin the game and between them, he and Jim were the big winners.

At four o'clock the brothers gathered for their "business meeting."  Tom
led Jim down to their room, where the tv was turned on for the first time
since they had arrived.

"They're going to discuss your nomination," Tom explained.  "You couldn't
be there any way, and they don't want me to hear what somebody might say
about you.  No need to be concerned.  I haven't heard anybody say anything
but good stuff about you."

"I don't know why," Jim responded, "I'm not in the same class with any of
these guys."

"Don't sell yourself short," Tom said.

The banquet was to be at seven, so Tom and Jim dressed before returning to
the penthouse.  Tom said that Jim ought to have his first Martini.  "But be
careful.  Drink slowly and carefully."

All the brothers assembled.  They were dressed as fashionably as they were
handsome.  Really elegant suits, beautiful silk ties.  Jim felt really out
of place, but everyone was especially cordial.  "Looks like you passed the
first test," Tom whispered.

At seven they filed into the dining room.  The meal was like nothing Jim
had ever seen.  French Onion Soup topped with grated Gruyere and Toast so
crisp it refused to get soggy.  A Green Salad dressed with an Herb-infused
French Dressing.  Filet Mignon topped with a huge Mushroom and Bernaise
Sauce.  A Strawberry Bavarian Cream topped with Whipped Cream flavored with
Bacardi Rum.  Three different Wines.  It was unbelievable.

"I hope all of you have had some time—maybe in private—with my big
brother, Malcolm," Reg began.  There was laughter all around.  "But I'd
like him to stand and be recognized anyway.  He is the first Elder Brother.
And the possessor of the biggest asset we've ever had."

There was big applause and much laughter.

"Tomorrow at ten, as is our custom on Sunday, we will have a lecture on a
religious topic.  Jack Southerland will tackle a difficult topic.  Some
theologians have questioned Saint Paul's sexual orientation, and Jack will
review some of their arguments.  Maybe we'll have better attendance than we
usually do."

Still more laughter.

"Lunch will mark the close of our official meeting, but as you know you are
welcome to remain overnight.  We have the rooms until checkout time on
Monday."

The sexy bartenders were back in the lounge after the banquet.  Tom and Jim
again enjoyed brandies, and they again retired before most of the others
went down to the twelfth floor.