Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2016 07:26:20 -0600
From: Water Skier <nudewaterskier63@gmail.com>
Subject: Brother Brad Chapter 3

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Brother Brad 3



A couple more weeks passed without incident.  Brad pleasured himself a few
times a week.  While the words of Brother Geoff helped alleviate most of
his guilt, there was still some remnant lurking in the back of his mind.
Because of this, Brad tried to go as long as he could usually 48 – 72
hours before the need just became too great and he would run to his cell to
jack off.  Or sometimes at night he would find release before falling
asleep.

On the nights that Brad did not pleasure himself, he noticed his dreams
were becoming ever more erotic and the men of The Brotherhood played a
starring role.

Brad considered himself a fairly observant person.  Over the weeks he had
been there, he noticed some strange behavior in one corridor.  The Brothers
were either agitated or glowing with warmth and relaxation.  As the time
went on he became increasingly curious.  He made up his mind to ask Brother
Rex about this the next time he saw him.

The answer came sooner than Brad expected.  The next day Brad was walking
down the hall speaking with Brother Joe.  They turned down the hallway that
was troubling Brad.  Brother Tom was walking down the hall grumbling.  His
eyes flashed.  Tom was angry.

"Brother Tom," inquired Brother Joe, "what is wrong?"

"I'm getting tired of this damn robe.  It is rubbing me something awful and
I can't concentrate on my tasks.  On top of that, I haven't had time to go
to the gym to work off this frustration.  I'm about at my wits' end!"

"When is the last time you prayed?"

"What are you talking about?  I pray every day!"

"When is the last time you went to chapel and prayed?"

"The chapel!  Of course!  It completely slipped my mind.  I've got a few
extra minutes right now.  That is just the thing I need to get through the
day.  Thank you, Brother Joseph.  Thank you!"  And with that Brother Tom
turned and hurried down the corridor.  He turned at a heavy wooden door
that Brad had not really paid attention to until now.

"That's not the chapel," exclaimed Brad.  "The chapel is the over in the
other wing."

"Ah...that is a special chapel.  Used mainly when the men are upset and
need to be calmed down a bit."  Just then a brother emerged from the door.
He was smiling, and started a soft whistle as he walked away.

Brad and Brother Joseph continued on their way, but Brad was determined to
visit this special chapel as soon as he could arrange the time.

His opportunity came sooner than expected.  Later in the day, Brad finished
his chores early and had about an hour to spare before his next
appointment.  So off he went, almost at trot, to find this mysterious
chapel.

With his walking pace it did not take him long to reach his destination.
As he entered, the light was very low, almost dark.  Also, there was a wall
almost immediately in front of him with walkways going left and right. Brad
noticed a sign on the wall in front of him that said, "To Give," with an
arrow pointing to the left and below that the sign said, "To Receive," and
the arrow pointed to the right.  Brad thought this was strange but not
knowing what he would receive, he turned to the left.  After a few steps
the corridor made a right hand turn and Brad noticed a long row of doors on
his right.

Brad found an open door and let himself in.  He found himself in a room
very similar to the confessional booth from a few weeks past.  He closed
the door and a soft, dim light filled the room.  On the wall opposite the
door was a sign with the words "Please Repeat: For what you are about to
receive, may the Lord make you truly grateful."

Stepping up to the wall Brad repeated aloud the prayer.  A whispered voice
responded, "Amen!"  Then Brad felt something tugging on his robe.  He then
heard the voice say, "Brad, did you not notice that this room is similar in
all ways to the confessional?" The voice was familiar.  Brad knew it but
could not quite place it.

"Yes," replied Brad.

"Did you not see the hook on the wall?"

For the first time, Brad noticed the hook and realization dawned on him.
"You mean I am supposed to hang up my robe on the hook before I pray?"

"Exactly.  If you are to bare yourself during confession, it is even more
important to do so during prayer."

Then it hit him.  The voice belonged to Brother Steve, the handsome Brother
who escorted him to and from dinner on his first day with the Brothers.

"Brother Steve, is that you," asked Brad?

"Yes, Brad.  Now do as you have been directed. Hang up your robe, step
forward and repeat the prayer."

Not fully understanding, but intrigued and a little turned on, Brad undid
the rope around his waist and slipped the rough garment over his head.  He
placed the robe on the hook then returned to face the wall.  This wall had
the same large grate just below waist level, just like in the confessional.

"For what you are about to receive, may the Lord make you truly grateful,"
repeated Brad.  "OH MY GAWD," bellowed Brad as his cock was enveloped by
warmth and moisture.  There were a few chuckles heard from other prayer
cubicles as other brothers heard Brad's expletive.

His cock went from semi-soft to rigid, steel-pole hard instantly.  Brother
Steve was an expert cock sucker and he employed all his skill in giving
this young man his first blow job.  Brad was moaning and thrusting against
the partition trying to get as much of his cock into Steve's mouth as he
could.

Brad was not quiet and his moans and exclamations soon inspired the other
brothers to become more vocal.  He heard "take that cock you cocksucker"
and "that's it, drink my load."  Knowing that others were getting the same
treatment as he, and that it was Brother Steve sucking his dick, was too
much and propelled Brad over the edge.  With a final, "Sweet Jesus I'm
cumming," Brad emptied his nuts into the expert mouth of Brother Steve.

Brother Steve kept milking the final drops of cum out of Brad's balls.
This continued for a few minutes when Brother Steve realized that Brad was
not going soft, and not pulling back.  This gave Brother Steve an
inspiration.  He removed Brad's cock from his mouth but held onto it lest
Brad pull it back.  He then applied a generous amount of lube to Brad's
cock and lined it up with his ass.

Brad felt the slick liquid being applied but did not know what it was or
what was to come.  Then he felt a pressure on his cockhead as it came in
contact with Brother Steve's asshole.  All of a sudden his cock was
swallowed to the root.  "Holy mother of God," exclaimed Brad as he bottomed
out.  Brother Steve just moaned and sighed, "oh yeah!"

It only took a few seconds for Brad to realize what was going on.  That he
was now fucking Brother Steve.  This had been one of his more explicit
dreams and he couldn't believe that it was now coming true.  Brad started
thrusting in and out of the tight hole.  It was obvious that Brother Steve
was no virgin and that he was a born power bottom.  He squeezed Brad's cock
with his ass muscles making the confines even tighter.

The more he fucked, the more vocal Brad became.  And the more vocal Brad
was, the more vocal the other Brothers became.  This was freeing to all of
them, both the givers and the receivers.  Brad was never much for profanity
but right now it was as if he was letting out every swear word he had
stifled over the past 18 years.  "Take my cock you fucker!  I'm going to
fuck your ass into next week!  Ah shit that feels good," and more!

Because he had recently cum, it took Brad a bit longer to reach his climax.
But when he did it was just as strong and intense as the first one. "Oh my
gawd I'm about to cum.  I'm going to fill your ass with my load.  Ahhhhhh
SHIIIIIIIIITT – take it you fucker!  Take my load in your ass!"

Finally, Brad's cock stopped spewing and eventually went soft.  He slipped
out of Brother Steve's ass with a soft pop.  Both men were breathing hard
and collapsed to regain their composure and strength.  Eventually, Brad was
able to stand, put on his robe and exit the prayer booth.  He also knew
that someday, maybe not yet, but some day, he would turn right instead of
left when first entering the "chapel."