Date: Fri, 6 May 2016 17:50:31 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: First rule of sex club 33

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Sunday evening, with Abbey and Clifford back at boarding school attending
the Sunday chapel service, Brian was sitting down for dinner with his
younger brother James and his mother who had returned that afternoon.

James was two grades behind Brian and the two couldn't be more different.
Both were tall and lean and you could tell from their facial features they
were brothers.  But James had dark hair, almost to the point of being
black.  James was also quieter and more sensitive.

As a result James had taken the death of their father hard.  That was why
their mother had been taking him away regularly to try to keep him busy.

As their mother was on the board of governors of the school, teachers were
cutting James slack though his grades were still suffering.  In sports,
James had continued to participate on the junior football team as it was
something that was physical and could take his mind off things.

As football season was over, Brian tried to encourage his brother to try
out for the senior hockey team that winter, thinking the more challenging
demands of playing on a team with seventeen year old players would help
keep him occupied.  James was already a member of the junior team and a
solid player.  Their mother expressed her concern that the senior team
might be too rough.  Hockey, after all, was as much of if not more of a
contact sport than football.

James liked the idea and eventually the two boys convinced their mother
that there was no harm in trying out.  He could always opt not to play with
the seniors and stay on the junior team.

After doing the dishes, the two boys went upstairs.

Brian lived on the third floor, which was essentially a renovated attic
with a living room, washroom with shower, a bedroom where their older
brother (who no longer lived at home) had a bedroom and Brian's bedroom.
James had his bedroom on the second floor where their mother's bedroom and
office were located.  So Brian was surprised when his younger brother
followed him up the second flight of stair to his loft.

"What's up," asked Brian, flopping on the couch.

"I was wondering if 'sex club' is going to continue for the hockey team,"
asked James, pulling up a chair as though they were just going to shoot the
shit.

Brian was floored.

"How do you know about?," Brian started, but he couldn't even bring himself
to say 'sex club' in front of his younger brother.

"I am on the football team," said James.

"Only the junior one," said Brian, who then added when he realized that
sounded dismissive of his younger brother's athletic prowess, "I mean it's
a closely held secret that only senior team members know about" which
wasn't entirely true.

"It is not that closely held secret," said James, with a grin.  "You might
want to cross off a career as a spy from your college application."

Brian thought about how they had designed the club precisely so word
couldn't get out.  Each member had too much to risk.  How many people knew?

Their school was small, and their numbers had been growing.  It is hard to
keep secrets in a boarding school.  But who would admit to even their
closest friends that they had been having sex with other boys.  Being
called 'a fag' in a boarding school is a kiss of death.  And these were
football players.  They had reputations at stake.

"Who told you," Brian demanded.

"Is that a trick question," James asked.  "If I tell you who told me that
would mean I can't keep a secret and then I can't be a member."

"Knock it off, I want to know," said Brian angrily.  "I need to know if we
have a snitch."

"You don't have a snitch," said James.  "I was told in confidence and I
won't tell anyone."

Brian ran through the members in his mind one by one trying to figure out
who might have told his brother.  The likeliest were the youngest players
as they were in a lower grade.  They might have bragged.  They were drawn
to the club because they seemed to be gay, which might make them less
worried about being labeled a fag, and the fact that had sex with the stars
of the school and the team would be something to brag about.  But even they
couldn't want to be outed at a private all boys school.  Plus, who would
brag about having sex to the brother of someone they were having sex with.

"What do you know about?," Brian asked, still not able to say the word out
loud in front of his younger brother.

Jessy filled in "'sex club'."

"Yea," said Brian.

"Not much," admitted James.  "Just that some members of the senior football
team have been getting together to fool around after games and let off
tension."

Whoever had told James about it had put a positive spin on it, which was a
bit of a relief.  At least word wasn't getting out that he and the others
had been fucked and sucked cock.

"How many people know," asked Brian.

"I don't think many," said James, trying to sound reassuring as he could
tell this was really upsetting his brother.  "I was only told because my
friend thought I knew because it was happening in my house.  And then when
he realized I didn't know he quickly clammed up."

That put Brian a bit at ease.  On the one hand, perhaps no one else than
his brother had been told.  On the other hand, he didn't like that his
brother had not only been told about it, but told that it was happening in
their home.  What if he had told their mother?

"You can't tell anyone," Brian pleaded.

"I won't," assured James, who then, seeing an opportunity, added "if you
let me join."

James understood it was only open to members of the senior football team.
That is why he had asked about if the club carried forward to senior
hockey, a thought that had occurred to him when Brian suggested he try out
for the team.  But maybe he could get in on it now by promising his
silence.  It was, after all, happening in his house.

There were so many things Brian didn't like about the proposition,
including his brother seeing him having sex (he had let his guard down and
the others had seen him kissing and enjoying being a bottom) and he
definitely didn't like the idea of his brother having sex with like Abbey
(unless his brother was the one doing the topping, which he had to admit
was somewhat appealing as his brother had a big cock, not as big as his,
not yet anyway, he was still growing, but still larger than others in the
club).

"I don't think you understand what is involved in?" Brian trailed off.

"'Sex club'," added James, who seemed to like saying it almost as much as
Brian was coming to dislike the name.

"Yes," Brian said, a little annoyed that his brother was saying 'sex club'
with so much eagerness.

"I can imagine," said James.

"No you can't," insisted Brian.

"Yes I can," said James.  "I have read the magazines in your room."

Brian's bedroom was littered with porn magazines.  His mother had not
objected when he had started to buy them and he now made no effort to hide
them.

"There are no girls," Brian said.

"I know that," said James.  "I meant I have read some of the stories in
your penthouse forum so I know what guys can get up to."

"Take what you imagine and multiply it by a factor of 10," said Brian,
trying to dispel any myth his brother had that this was simply some guys
jacking off together, without spelling it out.

"I am willing to do whatever you guys do," said James, clearly eager to be
included in something he did not understand.  He just wanted to be part of
the gang.

"There is an initiation and it will hurt," said Brian, again trying to
dissuade his brother without spelling out what he had been up to in their
very home.

"I am a football player too," said James defensively.  "I can handle
initiation."

Brian had wondered what James thought happened at 'sex club', but with the
mention of initiation Brian suddenly realized what James would have to do.
His brother would have to sit on his cock.

Then an idea occurred to him.  It was a gamble.  If he showed James the
rules, the initiation requirements would probably dissuade him of this idea
of joining.  Of course, the reasons he would be dissuaded were also reasons
for him getting disgusted and telling on them.

His brother had long ago ceased running to their parents to tell on him.
James was a believer in the private school code that you never told on a
classmate and extended to them as brothers, perhaps more so.  But this was
major.  If he was grossed out, he might tell their mother thinking he was
saving his brother.

Brian decided to roll the dice.

Brian went to his computer and printed out the rules and handed them to
James.

Sitting in silence, Brian watched James read the rules and saw his eyes
grow wider with each one he read.

Having finished reading James looked at Brian and sized him up.

"I had no idea," James said.

"I didn't think you did," said Brian, relieved that his brother didn't seem
freaked out and pleased that he had dissuaded him of the notion that this
was a club he should be part of.

"You did all of this," asked James, who continued to size-up his older
brother.

"Yes," said Brian, now feeling uncomfortable, having lade bare the
disgusting truth, adding defensively "we all did."

"Who is we," asked James.  "Who are the other members?  Is Abbey a member?"

Why is everyone interested in Abbey?  This got Brian again thinking of his
worse nightmare and that would be Abbey having sex with his younger
brothers, well not sex, because he did like the idea of Abbey getting
fucked by his brother in front of him.

"I can't tell you who the members are, rule number one," said Brian.

James looked back at the piece of paper and read the rules again.

Looking up he said, more than asked, "the biggest cock is yours."

James didn't need to ask.  At an all boys school everyone knew what
everyone else's junk looked like, soft anyway.  Brian had the biggest cock
in the school.  James was a close second (while they were two grades apart
they were only a year apart in age).

At their school they had compulsory sports together every day and every one
in the senior school shared a single locker room, communal washroom and
shower with no dividers.  If didn't matter if you didn't have a single gay
bone in your body, you knew what the entire school looked naked (senior
school anyway, for obvious reasons the junior school had its own locker
room).

Brian nodded.

James read the rules again.

Brian didn't like that he kept reading the rules.  James should have been
turned off this idea by now.  He couldn't seriously being considering
sticking with his request to join.

"I can do this," said James.

Brian was floored.  He was convinced that reading the rules would eschew
his brother of any interest in their activities, especially the rule that
would require his younger brother to sit on his cock.

Brian tried a different tack, realizing that for James this was probably
still about joining an exclusive club and being one of the guys.  The
initiation, perverted as it was, he probably saw as a test of his stamina,
of his courage and of his manhood.

"I know you 'can' do this, but do you want to," asked Brian.  "No one
doubts you are tough enough, but you aren't on the senior team so no one
would expect you to take this on.  Plus next year you will be on the senior
team and, if you want, you can be part of the club.  You can even run it, I
will see to that."

James read the rules once again.

"No," said James.  "I want to be part of this club this year."

The fact he wasn't saying 'sex club' anymore Brian but 'this club' gave
Brian faint hope he could still talk him out of it.

Brian tried again, with "you realize the implication of the initiation
rules."

Quietly James said "yes, you are going to fuck me."

The rule was only that he sit on Brian's cock.  Did James want to be
fucked?  Brian suddenly worried his brother was gay, though he also felt
his cock stir.

What the fuck, thought Brian.  This is my brother.  Am I getting turned on
by the thought of fucking my own brother?  And who am I to judge.  The
things I have done with Randy I am probably the most gay of anyone in the
club other than Jessy (definitely kinkier).

While it might make joining more palatable, Brian decided to point out that
"you just have to sit all the way down on me once.  You don't need to be
fucked, not by me anyway."

Inside Brian's head he was screaming 'and please don't let it be Abbey you
choose to fuck you.  I coudn't take that on top of everything else.'

"Is that all the others did," asked James, his voice then going real quiet
"they just sat on your big cock once."

Much as Brian felt that was all he was being allowed to do, he had to admit
"no, I have fucked a couple until I came and others rode me until they
came.  No one just sat all the way down on me and then lifted off."

"I can handle it if they did," said James.

Brian wasn't sure how he felt about this.  It was his brother.  Though the
fact he saw this as a challenge meant he wasn't doing this for the sex.  He
had been worried that he might be gay.  James saw this as a football club
with a tough initiation that lead to straight guys having sex to relieve
stress.

Part of him, he had to admit, liked the idea of maybe fucking his brother.
Was that weird?

At this point he would be happy to fuck anyone but it was still his
brother.

Feeling guilty Brian said "I am sure the guys would agree you could skip
that rule."

"I don't want special favours," said James defensively.

Would it be a special favour to exempt someone from taking their older
brother's cock up their ass?  That would seem common decency.  But James
was clearly intent on this.

"Well, when you are ready to do that part of the initiation, know you just
have to sit on me and you have completed the requirement," said Brian.
When James looked like he was going to again protest Brian added "and the
latest initiates only rode me until they came.  Any cock, especially one as
big as mine, will feel uncomfortable after you have an orgasm."

Brian couldn't believe he was having this conversation with his brother.
He had been mortified when he discovered his brother knew about 'sex club'.
He had tried to dissuade him.  And now he was giving his brother advice on
how to take a cock up the ass.

"I think I want you to fuck me until you cum like some of the others did,"
said James.

Brian thought about telling him that the few that had he didn't give them a
choice, but he didn't want his brother thinking less of him.

James added, "it doesn't seem fair to you get your all boned and let you
cum."

"I know," exclaimed Brian.

James added "especially since it is our house."

"I agree," said Brian, relieved he wasn't the only one to see how badly he
was being treated by the others.

That James referred to it as 'our house' had warmed Brian to the idea.  He
wanted to do this.  They were going to be partners in this.

Then a thought occurred to Brian.

"We have been meeting here when you and mom are out of town," said Brian.
"I don't know how we can do this together."

James looked crest fallen.

"So if I don't go out of town the club can't meet," acknowledged James, who
didn't want to be the reason the club didn't meet.

"I will figure something out," said Brian.

It seemed to both boys that this was going to happen.  James went down to
his room and Brian got ready for bed, trying to think of ways to make it
happen.  Randy's place was too small for them all to meet.  Maybe one of
the younger day boys might host, though given the number of times their
parents had not let them stay out more than one night or for the entire
night didn't bode well.

This would require some creative thinking.

Brian found himself actually 100% committed to his brother joining.  He had
been thinking about quitting earlier that bay because he was feeling used.
Now he would have an ally.  Things were looking up.

In bed, Brian jacked his cock thinking about seeing his younger brother
fuck Abbey.  He had not seen his brother hard but soft he was almost as big
as him so it would be spectacular to watch.

One floor below, James was fingering his hole, wondering what it would be
like to take a cock up his ass, especially one as big as he assumed his
brother was hard.

Down the hall, their mother was wondering if it was a good idea to let
James try out for senior hockey.  The boys were older.  They could be a bad
influence on him.  He was impressionable, especially since his father had
died.

When the two boys reached orgasm, one floor apart, unbeknownst to the
other, both were picturing it would be like to fuck and be fucked by their
sibling.

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