Date: Sat, 22 Mar 1997 14:08:48 -0800
From: Mobius Loop <L_MOBIUS@HOTMAIL.COM>
Subject: THE BROTHERHOOD (b/b, teen, cons.)

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THE BROTHERHOOD: by Mobius
Chapter 7: BEN

	It was in October of 1983 when I had my next encounter with the
Brotherhood.  It was early one Monday morning when there was a knock at my
door.  I opened it and found a young man standing there in a leather
jacket, jeans, and a sweater.  His hair was straight blonde with incredible
blue eyes.  The family resemblance was faint, but I could tell that it was
Principal Maxwell's son, Ben.
	It had been the week previous when Principal Maxwell asked me to
see him in his office.
	"Charles!" Principal Maxwell beamed, standing at his desk, "thanks
for coming by.  First off, congratulations on your engagement.  You must be
pretty excited."
	"We're ecstatic about it," I said sitting down in the leather chair
across from his desk.  "We've spent a lot of time thinking about how we're
going to be a family together.  Her son seems to have accepted me pretty
well.  But I don't think my engagement is why you needed to talk to me
first thing in the morning."
	"True," Maxwell agreed. He continued by explaining to me that since
his son, Ben, had started 9th grade a month previous, he had changed.  He
had become more sullen, private... not the usual outgoing kid that he knew.
He was going out with friends all the time and couldn't explain where they
went or what they did.  Plus, the principal had heard that he had skipped
some classes.  He was concerned.
	I tried to assure him that it was a teenage thing.. the privacy,
the mood, his new other life outside the home.  It also probably bothered
him having his father as his high school principal.  But, Principal Maxwell
wouldn't be persuaded.  He knew his son...  something was bothering him and
he wouldn't talk to his father.  What could I do but agree to meet with him
for a short time, to see if there was anything I could find out.  Principal
Maxwell was relieved.
	So, here we were, face to face.
	"You must be Ben," I offered, opening the door for him.  He walked
in with his backpack and slumped it on the floor.
	"Yeah, my dad said he wanted me to talk to you for some reason," he
said, sitting down in the chair across from my desk.  I closed the door and
seated myself, presenting my disarming smile.  I had a feeling that this
was going to be really simple-- a how-are-you-fine-goodbye kind of session.
	"Your dad seems to think that there's something on your mind
bothering you and that you won't tell him what it is," I offered.
	Ben rolled his eyes.  God I love the cocky attitude of adolescents.
	"My dad is always so overprotective of me," he replied.  "I think
he doesn't like the fact that I hang out with my friends rather than stay
home."
	"Maybe, and that will be your father's problem," I said.  "So,
there's nothing that's on your mind?"
	"No."
	"Are you liking the high school?"
	Ben's eyes lit up, "Yeah.  I met some cool people."
	"A lot of people," I asked, "or a couple of really close people?"
	"They're real close," he said.  "We do a lot of stuff together."
	He reached into his pocket and pulled out a brush.  As he lifted
his hand to brush blond- white hair, I noticed a ring-- the infamous ring--
of the Brotherhood on his finger.  Somehow that seemed to explain
everything.  He had become the new initiate of the Brotherhood, the
freshman class representative as it were, and he was the principal's son.
I could see the potential disaster should certain things come out into the
open.
	"Uh... Ben," I said, "Sometimes a lot of young people when they're
around your age can have a lot of difficult feelings... about friendships,
about sex, about the bigger world.  Have you been feeling any of these
things?"
	Ben paused for a moment, "Uh, a little, I guess, but it's not
anything wierd or bizarre or anything.  I can handle it."
	"Do your friends help you handle it?"
	He smiled, "Yeah, they've helped me sort out my feelings a couple
of times ."
	"Well, that's good, Ben.  You've got some good supports there.  I'm
sure your father is just upset that you don't share things with him the way
you used to.  Do you think these are things you can share with him?"
	I had expected him to pause again, but he immediately replied.
"Uh-uh.  No way."
	"Can you tell me?"
	Ben really looked like he was holding back.  Because I knew how to
direct him, we were getting into the stuff that his father had seen... a
very distracted young person who had suddenly become very private.
	"I don't think I can," he said.
	"Ben," I said, finally wishing to lay open the subject once and for
all, "Is it about the Brotherhood?"  Ben suddenly turned very white as his
eyes just gazed at me.  His hand, placed casually on the arm of his chair,
started to shake a little.
	"Ben...."
	"Don't tell my father," he begged me.  "Please, you can't tell
him!"
	"Calm down, now," I said leaning forward, trying to comfort him,
"I'm not going to tell anybody anything.  Professionally, I cannot tell
your father anything about what we speak about.  It's just between you and
me."
	"But how do you know?" he asked plaintively.  "Nobody is supposed
to know."
	"Yes," I sighed.  "Let's just say that I found out rather
inadvertantly."
	"Do you think....." he started, stuttering a little, "D-do you
think it makes me sick?"
	I shook my head, "No, Ben, you're a very healthy young man.
Everyone goes through periods in their lives when they want to experiment
with their sexuality.  You're lucky that you found the Brotherhood, lucky
that you found people who care about how you feel."
	"I guess," he said.  "I'm just a little overwhelmed right now.  I
mean, the sex is really great, and they really seem to care.  It's just so
hard having to go home to my father, the principal of my school, and
pretend to be another person.  It's schizophrenic."
	We were quiet for a moment as I allowed him a chance to think about
what he was feeling.  The duality of having to play two people, one of them
true, one of them false, must be very confusing to a teenager, whose
self-image changes with the snap of the fingers.
	"Can you tell me what happened?"


	About a month ago, I was in the cafeteria when friend of mine,
Billy Kip, came over to have lunch with me.  Now, I knew Billy from the
middle school.  He was one year ahead of me, and this had been the first
time I had seen him since he came to the high school.  He and I were pretty
good friends in middle school, but when he went to the 9th grade, I didn't
see him enough to hang out with him.
	"How do you like the high school, Ben?" he asked, scarfing down a
cheeseburger.
	"I like it alright," I said.  "My French class is a pain, but I
like all the other ones."
	"Beware of Mr. Hawett," he said, shaking his finger at me, "the man
is a Nazi.  But he'll probably treat you good because you're the
principal's kid."
	I had been getting a lot of that recently.  Since I started,
actually.  No one really wanted to hang out with me because they thought my
father would find out if they were doing bad stuff at the school.  So, I
had only managed to make a bunch of casual friends.
	Suddenly as we were eating, a taller boy walked over and patted
Billy on the shoulder as he passed.  Billy nodded at him, his mouth full of
food.
	"Isn't that Todd Davis, student government president?" I asked.
"How do you know him?"
	"We hang around together all the time," he said after swallowing a
bite.  "We kind of met when I went up for freshman rep in the government.
He introduced me to some of his friends and we just started being friends."
	"Yeah," I said.  "Look at you-- on the westling team, the student
government, honor student.  You have a bunch of friends.  To be honest, it
got kind of lonely with you at the high school."
	"That's just because you missed our jerk-off sessions together
behind the gym," he said.  Now, I had never told anyone this, but sometimes
he and I would get together, look at some pornos that he found somewhere,
and beat off in front of each other behind the middle school gym.  We made
it like a game.  I didn't think there was anything really wrong with it.
But it kind of embarassed me when he brought it up at the lunch table.
	He noticed my sudden discomfort.
	"Listen," he said quietly.  "I found this place... the projector
room above the auditorium.  I kind of inherited the key from a graduate who
used to do theater.  I have some mags stashed up there.  Do you want to
take a look?"
	"Sure," I said, "When?"
	"Now," he said, standing with his trash on his tray.
	"I can't now," I said, "I have biology next period."
	"Skip it," he said.  "It's only this once."
	I knew I shouldn't skip class, because my father is principal and
it would look bad on him.  But then I realized that why should I have to
live up to expectations to make him look good.  I'm no slacker, so if I
miss one class, it's no problem.  I agreed.
	Billy led me up to the third floor, adjacent to the balcony doors
to the auditorium.  He pulled a key out of his pocket and slid it into the
deadbolt lock of the plain door marked "Projector Room".  Making sure no
one was looking, he unlocked the door and we slipped inside quickly,
closing it behind us.  It was dark until he turned on the light.
	The room was small, cramped, and messy with random trash from the
theater program.  There were counters on both sides of the room and an
empty table infront of a covered hole where the projector would go.  Billy
stepped onto one of the counters and stood up, pushing open one of the
panels in the suspended ceiling.  His hand emerged with a pile of
magazines, tied together with string.
	Stepping down from the counter, he handed me the package.  We sat
on the floor and untied the bundle.  The magazines were glossy photos, and
I grabbed one off the top.  We both started flicking through.  I read the
letters section... those stories always made me hard.  Then there were the
photo essays of some ridiculous story in which all of the characters ended
up fucking each other in every orifice imaginable.  Halfway through the
magazine, I came across a couple of pages that were stuck together.
	"Hey," I said, holding up the pages for him to see.  He sat there
with the magazine in his lap, carefully turning pages, his eyes wide with
arousal.
	"Yeah, sometimes I spill." he admitted.  Then I noticed that the
open magazine in his lap was concealing his erection, jutting straight out
of his fly.  His hand casually massaged it, pulling his foreskin up and
down on his glans.
	"Billy..." I laughed.
	"What?  Are you all of a sudden so shy?  We used to watch each
other three times a week two years ago.  What are you so embarrassed
about?"
	He was right, of course.  I had forgotten how much we had already
shared.  It was a relief, because at that point, I could stand to release
my own bulging cock from my jeans.
	As I opened my fly and fished out my own dick, I said, "I just
noticed that you grew some in these last two years."
	"Yeah?" he asked.  He moved the mag to reveal his erection again.
"Do you think?"
	"Sure," I said honestly.  I must have grown an inch and a half
since last I saw it.
	"Well, yours is coming along nicely," he said, looking at mine
being gently tugged by my fingers.
	We sat in silence for a while. I was reading my magazine,
masturbating eagerly to the incredibly sexy pictures of threesomes.  I
could almost imagine my cock in the woman's mouth, rubbing against her
breasts, slipping between her legs.
	Suddenly, I heard Billy moan.  I looked over and saw that he was
lying back on the floor, bucking his hips to his hands.  He had dropped the
magazine and was staring off at the ceiling.
	"Ung.... ung.......ahhhhhhhh," he groaned as his cock jerked in his
hand.  A huge spurt of cum shot up, like a fountain, and landed on his
pantleg.  Smaller spurts kept leaking from his slit, running off his fisted
hand and down into his open fly.
	"That was incredible." he said to me, breathing heavily.  I smiled
at him.  The demonstration of his own orgasm had quickly brought me closer,
and I had to slow down to make it last longer.
	Then, as I watched him, he lifted his right hand to his mouth and
began to lick off the the slick white fluid.  I had never heard of that
before... a boy eating his own cum.  It surprised me when he did that.
	"When did you start doing that?" I asked, my hand slipping its
eager way up and down my shaft.
	"Oh," he said, smiling with his relief, "I learned a few new tricks
since I saw you last.  You have no idea how good they make you feel."  With
that, he picked up a new roll of toilet paper that was close to his
shoulder, unrolled a handful of paper, and started wiping himself off.
	I turned away as I concentrated on my own dick.  I was hard and
willing, but I was having a hard time getting over the top.  Billy noticed
my problem.
	"I want to watch you," he said, sitting up and crawling over to me.
I closed my eyes and continued to pump my bulging hot prick.  But, even as
I tried, it started to get softer in my fist.
	"Damn..." I sighed in frustration.  I looked at him.  He was just
concentrating on my dick, watching as I pulled up and down.
	"Here, let me help," he offered.  With that, he reached out with
his left hand and grasped my cock.  I sighed with his touch... it had been
the first time someone else had ever touched me there.  His fingers began
to curl around my shaft and began a slow milking motion, pulling up to my
glans and then sliding down again.  His palm would brush up against my
cockhead, sending tingles through my groin.
	"Lay back," he instructed.  I did as he said and lay back on the
floor.  He crawled closer to me and continued to jerk my cock.  I closed my
eyes and imagined in my head that it was the woman in the magazine with the
red hair and the huge tits working her fingers up and down my cock.  The
world seemed fuzzy as his pumping brought me closer and closer to the
strongest orgasm I ever had.  I felt a hot wave shoot through my crotch and
felt an aching throbbing start to erupt from my gonads.
	The orgasm swept over me like fire and ice.  In the midst, I looked
up and saw Billy thrust his head down, taking my cock in his mouth!
	"Bill...." I tried to cry out, but I soon had his right hand
pressed up against my mouth, preventing me from speaking.  I watched as he
pressed his face all the way down into my pants, swallowing as gob after
gob of my semen spurt from my dick.  I felt his tongue flick against me
glans, licking up my cream, provoking me into another smaller orgasm, where
I added to his lunch by a few more shots.
	As my orgasm died, his mouth remained suckled against my cock, his
right hand pressed against my mouth.  I was too weak to say or do anything.
As I lay there catching my breath, I smelled something on his right
hand. It must have been his own ejaculate.  I opened my lips and stretched
out my tongue, tasting the palm of his hand.  There was something there,
but almost impreceptable.
	His hand pulled away and I saw him looking over at me.  He had
pulled off my cock, now lying wet and limp across my jeans, his head
resting against my stomach.
	"What do you think of that trick?" he said, gently breathing.
	"That was incredible," I had to admit.  I had never had such a
powerful orgasm.  My body was practically numb with the afterglow, a dull
ache humming from my groin.
	"And there's so much more," he said.  He shifted his body until he
was lying close to me, his mouth close to my ear, "You have no idea how
good you can feel, Ben.  I was taught all last year, and now I want to
teach you.  It's not scary, and its really fun."
	"But isn't it gay?" I asked him seriously.  I like girls and I
wanted to sleep with them.  In his response, his hand reached down again
and started fondling my cock, still slick with his saliva and my cum.  I
sighed as I felt the tender stirrings of his caresses.
	"It doesn't have to be," he said.  "The thing is, I made some
really special friends last year.  They taught me a whole lot about sex,
Ben, about how incredible it can be.  But no one in the group is gay.  One
of them even has a girlfriend and fucks her all the time.  But we're
special together.  It's, like, learning about ourselves as boys, with boys.
Its finding out how delicious an orgasm can be with anyone."
	As he spoke, his gently moving fingers had caressed my cock into
semi-hardness again.  His fingers began to slide around it and slowly,
gently, pump it up and down again.  He was beginning to build me up again
after I had just come, and the swarm of sensation began to buzz in my ear
again.  My ears were hot as blood started to pulse through them rapidly.
My breathing started to get ragged.
	"I told them about you, about what we used to do together," he
whispered in my ear, his hand starting to milk my cock.  "They want you to
join our club.  They want you as a friend, Ben, as only a friend can be."
	My cock was fully hard now, his hand pulling on it up and down.
Warm shivers started crawling over my skin.  I was going to cum again in
less than two minutes after my first orgasm.  I had never been able to do
that before.  Whatever Billy knew, it was far more powerful than my private
experiences.
	"It's safe and private," he continued.  "We protect each other and
no one else will ever know.  It's like a secret club, Ben. You and I were
like a secret club once.  We can be one again with two other boys.  They
know so much, Ben.  They know so much about pleasure.  Once they kept me on
the brink of an orgasm for twenty minutes.  I passed out after I finally
came.  And we do everything together... beach, movies, the
mall... everything.  I've never felt more appreciated.  They are my best
friends, Ben, and they want to be your friend, too."
	"Unnng........" I moaned. I was almost there, his strong hand
rubbing and caressing my throbbing cock.  I thought my heart would stop.
In a thick haze of hot sensations, I felt my dick began to quiver again.  I
thrust my hips up to meet his fist as he suddenly stopped and let my hard
pulsing dick spew a thick gooey load onto his hand.  He watched as my semen
coated his hand again, smiling with satisfaction for me.  It was over soon
and my penis softened again quickly, exhausted from its load.
	"Well," he asked me, lifting his hand over and presenting it to me,
"do you want to join us?  We'd love it if you would."
	Through my heavy breathing, I lifted my head weakly, sticking out
my tongue and licking at my own white milk which gloved his hand.  It was a
taste I had never experienced and would probably have to get used to.
	"I'd love to," I sighed, laying my head back.  At that point, he
let me rest.  Billy licked the rest of his hand clean and then licked my
cock clean, too.  I was too spent to get aroused again so quickly, but I
enjoyed the feel of his tongue on my aching prick.  He helped me get
cleaned up, and then to actually needed to help me sit up.  We put his
magazines away and left the room, hugging each other.
	For the rest of the day, I was feeling overwhelmed.  I was kind of
scared, because I didn't know who he had been talking about.  I was scared
about what I had committed to.  I also felt really confused about having
sex with him that day... I mean, we really didn't have sex, but he got me
off a few times.  I had always heard that was gay.  I didn't think I was
gay, so I didn't understand how I could have cum so powerfully with another
boy.
	That Friday night, he invited me over to his house.  His friends
were there.  They introduced themselves.  It was Todd Davis from the
student government and Jason Zander, who was on the newspaper.  I was
partly relieved to meet them, because they seemed real nice.  Then, they
started telling me about what they were about, and that they thought that I
would be a really nice person to have join them.  I still had some fears,
but I said that I would do it, that it sounded like fun.
	They initiated me a few days later.  Shaved all my pubic hair off,
then I did things with Ben that went way beyond a jerk-off.  But, I felt so
comfortable being with him.  And it has been fun.  Suddenly I had friends.
There were people I could call and make plans with, people I could go out
with.  Sure, we got each other off every week.  It was the first time I
really felt accepted at the high school.


	"But," he finished, "I'm just really confused.  I want to have
girlfriends and have sex with them.  When I grow up, I want a family and
get married.  But what I'm doing with them is gay, right?  Doesn't that
make me gay?"
	After listening to him carefully, I shook my head.
	"Ben," I began, "I've read a lot of studies on young people and
sex.  First of all, only you can decide if your gay or not.  No one else
can do that for you.  But, if your comfortable having sex in a situation
like that, don't let the fear of being gay stop you.  The studies show that
almost all heterosexual men had some gay sex in their youths.  It's all
about learning who you are, learning what is right for your life.  Being
gay isn't necessarily wrong.  Have you heard of the word bisexual?"
	He looked like he thought for a moment before shaking his head,
"No."
	"Okay," I continued.  "A bisexual is someone who is attracted to
both sexes, and has sex with men and women.  So, there's another
possibility.  Maybe, after all of your experiences, you'll decide you're
bisexual.  But you don't need to decide right now.  I know there's a lot of
pressure, but trust me when I tell you that you are allowed to take as much
time as you like.  Remember, if it makes you uncomfortable, then don't do
it.  On the other hand, if its safe and you feel okay with it, give
yourself permission to do it.  Don't scare yourself with a label, Ben.
It's not worth it."
	He thought about what I had said, and I could see on his face that
he felt better about it.  He had learned that he can have sex with other
boys and not have to be gay.
	"Thanks," he smiled at me, "I needed that."
	"I know," I chuckled.  "Relax. You've got good friends who care
about you, your parents who love you... you've got a whole lot more than
some other people I've met."
	"What are you going to tell my dad?"
	

	"There's nothing really wrong, Principal Maxwell.  Just regular
teen stuff, like I tried to tell you.  He'll get over it."
	"That's a relief," my employer sighed.  "It's just so hard when you
have a family and you raise your kids to suddenly see them grow up and away
from you.  It's hard to stand there and see them making decisions for
themselves and not try to force your ideas on them.  But I guess it's all
part of family, huh?"
	"I couldn't have said it better myself," I said, thinking to myself
that I was going to find myself a stepfather in little less than a year to
Donna's thirteen year old son.
	"Well, thanks for your support on this," he said.
	"Just be patient," I encouraged him.  "He's going to go his own
way.  All you can do is let him know that you love him no matter what he
does, no matter what he chooses for himself."
	And that's all I could say.  What else needs to be said?