Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 13:33:31 -0700
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: To Be a Brother 5

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                                  TO BE A BROTHER

                                  by Macout Mann



                                    Chapter V

                                   Satisfaction


Tom's six-year-old Accord and the Pirie brothers two rental cars had been
brought to the hotel's front entrance.  Malcolm wished Jim and Tom well and
told Tom that it seems like Jim was a quick study.  He gave Reg a brotherly
hug and they each gave the other a surreptitious squeeze.  Then he was off.

Reg was going to follow the other two to Lafayette, meet Jim's parents, and
drive back in time to catch his four o'clock plane.  Jim had phoned his
folks and told them he was bringing a guest.  His dad had agreed to come
home for lunch.

On the way, Jim was ebullient.  "I can't believe how much I love sex," he
said.

"See.  You should've started a lot earlier," Tom laughed.

"I can't forgive you for not getting me started sooner," Jim chided.  "When
did you lose your cherry?  With anybody I know?"

"Not too long ago.  When I was a sophomore.  Remember Rodney Beecham?"

"The football jock?"

"Yeah.  He was in detention.  I was at Debate Club.  We both wound up in
the john at the same time.  I was checking him out, not too furtively it
turned out.  He turned and faced right at me and said, `Like what you see,
kid?'  I did on my big macho thing and said, `Whad'ya mean.  I'm not a
fucking fairy boy.'  He just laughed and said, `I can tell you want it.
You got a nice one too.  You eat me.  I'll do you.'  And that's how it
started.

"Turned out there were five or six football players that messed around, and
I became one of the group.

"So you like playing around, do ya?"

"Fuck yes."

"Tell Kenny Bass you want to get with him.  He gives great head.  You can
use my name."

"Kenny Bass?  He's gay?"  Kenny was about the straightest acting guy in the
senior class.

"Like I said before, I don't like calling people names.  But Kenny does
like to fool around.  And I'll be home for the summer, bro."

Then he said, "I'm so glad you haven't had a problem.  I was really hung up
when I first had sex."



Jim's father had reached home just before the two cars arrived at the
Sessions' comfortable two story house.  Tom stopped just long enough to
greet Jim's parents.  He wanted to spend a couple of hours with his folks
before returning to Midwestern.

Reg charmed Jim's parents only as one "to the manner born" can.  First, for
traveling he had forsaken the worn jeans he had worn all weekend and donned
a dark blue Izod knit and a pair of Brooks Brothers grey slacks.  Then he
told the Sessions he had come to meet them, because everyone at the
convocation had been so impressed with their son.  He let them know that
Jim's friend, Tom, had proposed him for membership in the Brothers of Aries
and Libra and that he had been heartily endorsed by everyone at the
meeting.

"He'll have to be considered again at the next convocation, because not all
brothers attend every meeting," Reg explained.  "I sure hope Jim will
choose to attend the fall gathering, and to accept, when he's offered
membership."  His choice of words indicated that the choice was Jim's and
Jim's alone, but his tone suggested that Jim's parents would certainly want
him to make the obvious choice.

Reg also provided what seemed like a wealth of information about the
brothers.  The fraternity was a tax free educational charity.  It had been
named solely because the meetings were to be on the weekends nearest the
equinoxes and Aries and Libra were associated with the beginning of Spring
and the beginning of Fall.  In addition to the educational benefits of
membership, the networking potential for young men was immense.  Brothers
could be brought in as young as Jim, and members could remain active until
they were thirty, and could share benefits even later.  And although the
group was not affiliated with any particular school, members had attended a
variety of public and private colleges and universities, and represented a
number of vocations, offering a wide variety of experiences to each other.

Jim's parents were most impressed.

Reg concluded by stating his admiration of Tom and also saying that his
father had been at the convocation for a few hours Saturday, had met Jim,
and thought he was a wonderful young man.

At lunch, Mrs. Sessions apologized for the paucity of the meal.  "You boys
didn't give me much time to prepare."

"Oh, a light meal is just what we need after the fare that we were fed over
the weekend," Reg assured her.

Before leaving, Reg again said how impressed he was with Jim, and what a
pleasure it had been to get to know his family.  He looked forward to
seeing them all again.

Any misgivings the Sessions might rightly have had about Jim's association
with the Brothers of Aries and Libra had been totally erased.



On Tuesday Jim returned to school.  His absence on Monday was excused as a
college visit.

After gym, Jim caught up with Kenny Bass.  "Hey, Kenny," he said, "I spent
the weekend with Tom Parrish."  His hand casually brushed his groin.  "He
told me that you and I might oughta get together."

"Oh?" Kenny mimicked Jim's gesture.  "That might be fun.  You doing
anything after school?"

"Nothing special."

"Come on over to my place.  My folks both work."

He gave Jim his address.

Jim caught up to Kenny before he reached home.  They walked the last couple
of blocks together.

Kenny was tall, dark headed, stubble already showing on his cheeks and
chin.  A wiry build with an open face and a quick smile.  His family lived
in a modest ranch on a nice, well-kept street.  He unlocked the front door
and, as soon as he was inside, stripped off his shirt.

"So you and Tom been hooking up?" Kenny asked.

"Hell, yes.  He's my best bud after all."

"I never figured you to be gay," Kenny said.

"Never figured you either," Jim responded.  "Just goes to show."

"So what do you like?"

Remembering what Tom had said, Jim answered, "I like to get sucked, but I'm
not picky."

"Me neither," Kenny admitted.  He reached for Jim's jewels without further
conversation.  Feeling a hardening tool, he unbuttoned and unzipped Jim's
jeans, and breathed an ardent sigh, when he saw that he was freeballing.
"Nice," he mumbled.

Kenny sank to his knees.  Jim realized that he had found a boy who truly
worshiped dick.

As Kenny took Jim's prong into his voracious mouth, Jim unbuttoned his
shirt to let Kenny reach up and massage his chest as he sucked.  Jim
experienced the feeling of power that comes only with total sexual mastery
of another person.  He immediately grasped Kenny's head and started to fuck
his mouth, lust taking control of every muscle in his body.  He realized
that Tom must have been the totally dominant participant in his encounters
with Kenny.

Once again Jim's dick took command of his brain.  In a frenzy he deposited
the contents of his balls into the esophagus of the object of his passion.
"Oh, fuck!  Oh, fuck!" he cried.

When he had swallowed rope after rope of cum, Kenny panted, "Where you been
all my life, man?"

"I gotta have your ass," Jim responded.

Leading Jim by his dong, Kenny ushered Jim into his room, Jim holding his
jeans up by the belt loops.  Once there they shed what threads were still
on their bodies.  Kenny had some pretty impressive junk, but that was the
last thing on Jim's mind.  He was ready to tear Kenny a new one, and as
soon as his snake had stiffened again, he had his way with his submissive
new partner.



Since Tom had been in college, the two boys had not spent a lot of time
texting or talking on the phone, but that night Jim had to call Tom.  "I
wanted to tell you that I got with Kenny."

"Didn't waste any time did ya?" Tom laughed.  "Was he good?"

"Shit yeah.  My dick's fucking raw."

"Well, he ought to keep you happy `til I get home.  Exams end May 16.  If
he can't, you can get him to introduce you to some of his friends."

Jim couldn't get over what had happened to him in less than a week.  And
how awesome it made him feel.  Now he knew what satisfaction was.