Date: Mon, 16 May 2016 08:01:52 -0600 From: Water Skier Subject: Brother Brad 5 The following story is purely a work of fiction. It is based only upon the author's imagination. There is no attempt at authenticity so please don't flame me for missing some detail. Also, it is not meant to be disrespectful nor offensive. Thanks for the feedback and finding out where you live. Constructive comments are welcome at: nudewaterskier63@gmail.com We think nothing of paying our cable and Netflix bills each month and we are happy to send in our pledge for NPR each year. So take a moment and send in a donation to Nifty. It's easy. Just click on the link below. You will be glad you did. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Brother Brad – Chapter 5 The summer had gone by fast and Brad's "internship" would be over soon. Brad couldn't believe how quickly the time had gone and the changes in his life. He found more peace, satisfaction and pleasure during the past, brief weeks than he had previously in his entire life. But was he ready to make a lifetime commitment? Brad found himself thinking about this almost constantly in his free time. It was becoming almost an obsession. Whenever his mind had time to think it always returned to this topic. What was he going to do? One day while Brad was wandering the halls deep in thought he literally ran into Brother Rex. "Earth to Brad! Are you in there?" asked Brother Rex. "Oh I am so sorry. My mind was occupied and I really wasn't paying attention to where I was going," replied Brad. "So what has you so preoccupied?" asked Brother Rex even though he could probably guess. "I don't think I'm ready to discuss it quite yet," Brad replied. He didn't want to either get Brother Rex's hopes up or dash them. "I've just got to work some things out." "Sometimes some physical activity can help clear things up. You would be amazed at how many times I've tried to work out a problem in my mind and the solution came to me while I was doing something physical. Why don't you meet me in the gym in a few minutes? I'm sure some physical exercise will do you good." "That sounds good. I haven't had a chance to visit the gym yet. It'll be good that you can show me around the place." "Ok, I'll meet you there in 15 minutes. You know where it is?" "Yes, sir. I've walked by it a few times and heard the weight machines." "Good. See you soon." Brad walked away with a smile on his face. He couldn't see it because the men had gone in separate directions, but Brother Rex was grinning too. 15 minutes later Brad walked into the gym. As he was walking down the corridor towards the workout room he realized that he didn't have any workout clothes. The only thing he had on was his robe and cock ring. Even though he knew he could take the cock ring off at any time, Brad had become quite accustomed to it. It was a piece of jewelry that made him feel sexy. Not to mention the incredibly hard erections and intense orgasms. Even thinking about the ring made him smile and his cock swell a bit. But back to the clothing dilemma. What was he going to do? He had no idea, but things so far had worked out ok so he put his faith and trust in that and pushed open the door. What he saw made him stop in his tracks. All the men in the gym were working out in the nude. Not a stitch of clothing was to be seen. Finally, Brad was able to see the bodies of the men he had spent the summer with. Bodies that he could only imagine and fantasize about. All of the men were muscular. It was obvious that they all spent a good deal of time working out. Of course, seeing all the toned naked male flesh was great motivation. No one wanted to be the flabby one in this group. Seeing this group of hot naked Brothers sent Brad's cock into overdrive. It got so hard so fast that it actually raised his robe a few inches. As he gazed around the workout room, Brad noticed that he wasn't the only one with a hard on. Many of the men were aroused. This eased his anxiety and he decided he was just going to enjoy his time. Brad walked in to the locker room, though why a locker room was needed seemed a bit out of place. A wall with cubicles would have sufficed. It's not as though they had anything to lock up. But then he realized that the locker room also contained toilets, showers, wet and dry spas, a hot tub and there was even a sign to a swimming pool. Wow, swimming in the buff would be a new experience. Clean towels were stacked close to the showers. There were no lockers in the "locker room." In fact, there was a wall of cubicles off to one side, just as he had thought there should be. Quickly, Brad slipped off his robe and placed it and his sandals in an empty spot. He turned and headed out the door. Many of the Brothers stopped their workout routines as Brad entered the room. Of course they had all seen him over the summer, and some had heard him in the "Chapel" the many times he had returned after his initial visit. Of course, there were those who had seen, tasted and felt his cock there in the "chapel" but none had seen him without his robe. It got very quiet, very quickly. The Brothers stopped and stared and Brad stared right back. He was just beginning to feel a bit self-conscience when he heard a voice telling everyone to get back to their routines. Brad turned to see a naked Brother Rex emerge from the locker room. Time stopped. It was if Brad was seeing things in slow motion. The most magnificent man he had ever laid eyes on was walking slowly toward him, with a beautiful smile on his face. Brother Rex was the vision of perfection. His dark, with a touch of auburn, wavy hair was also on his chest. It fanned out across his chest in a beautiful pattern. His pectoral muscles were well developed, but overly so. Each was crowned by a quarter sized areola and a nipple that reminded him of an erasure on the end of a #2 pencil. The dark hair continued over a flat stomach, not a six-pack – Rex was getting a bit too old to keep that up – but flat and enticing. Lower still, his hair narrowed into a beautiful treasure trail that lead down to trimmed, but not shaved pubes. His cock was not entirely soft but still hung over two beautiful balls in a shaved sack. Rex's arms, legs and ass were muscular and covered in the same thick, silky hair. Rex was not a bear, but he was all man. Both men seemed a bit tongue-tied so they just went into the corner and started doing some warm up stretching. Afterwards, Rex suggested some crunches. "I'll start and you can hold my ankles. Then I'll hold yours while you do your mine," he told Brad. This, of course, put Rex's cock right in front of Brad's eyes. Brad noticed how Rex's balls rolled back and forth as he did his crunches, with his shaft lazily moving with them. He was mesmerized by it and couldn't pull his gaze away. Oh how he wanted to take that organ and fill his mouth with it! Just then Rex sat up and grinned. Brad knew that he had been caught and turned bright red. Rex just laughed and suggested they switch positions. As Brad laid on his back he was painfully aware of his hard cock pointing to his navel. Feeling Rex's hands on his ankles and knowing that he could see Brad's desire did not help the situation. However, it didn't take much exertion from the crunches to take his mind off his cock and it soon deflated. After crunches the men moved to the machines. They worked their arms, chests and legs. When it came time to do squats Brad grabbed a bar and added the weights to it. He then positioned the bar across his shoulders and started to squat. Rex moved close behind him in case he needed help. They switched positions between sets. During the second set, Brad started to tire. Rex noticed and stepped closer in case he was needed. As Brad started to bend his legs and push out his glutes he felt Rex behind him. He felt a cock slide along his ass crack. At this he lost his concentration and nearly dropped. Rex grabbed the weights and lifted them off Brad's shoulders. In order to do this Rex pressed right up against Brad's back. Brad had never felt so content and kind of leaned back into Rex and his magnificent chest. Brad again felt that wonderful cock nestle into his ass crack and he never wanted it to leave. It felt like the men were in this position forever though it was only a few seconds. Quickly they regained their composure and Rex finished his set. With tired but pumped muscles the two men headed for the locker room and some relaxation in the steam room. Upon entering the steamy enclave, Brad noticed how thick the steam was though the heat was not overpowering. Just perfect he thought. For the moment they were the only two in the room – at least as far as they could tell. They found a spot on the tiled bench and sat back enjoying the warmth and moisture. While relaxing their knees soon touched. Neither man pulled away. Soon, Brad felt a finger slowly drawing circles on the outside of his thigh. To show his appreciation, Brad applied a bit more pressure with his knee. Rex moved his finger up and down Brad's leg, exploring the musculature and definitions. Eventually, he replaced his finger with his hand and started to massage and rub the strong and muscular limb. Brad just soaked it all in. But he knew that he needed to reciprocate too. So Brad started to play with the hair on Rex's chest. He twirled it, pulled it and tried to get his fingers tangled in it. Brad looked over at Rex and saw an intense look on his face. Rex moved his face closer. Brad closed his eyes as their lips touched for their first kiss. It was soft and gentle. Brad moaned. This encouraged Rex and he pressed a bit harder. Now Brad had kissed a couple of girls before but this was nothing like those kisses. This kiss was firmer, stronger, masculine. It was the perfect first male kiss. Soon their lips parted and Rex's tongue traced the outline of Brad's lips. Then they were in each other's mouths. Not the stupid tongue duels seen in the porn flicks. No, this was a kiss of true love. Brad eventually broke the kiss, his eyes moist with tears. During the months he had been with the Order his feelings for Rex had grown. But he didn't know, or even hope, that those feelings were reciprocated. Now he knew. Rex loved him as much as he loved Rex. And now that he knew this he was not to be denied. Brad slid off the bench onto his knees. He took Rex's very hard dick into in hands and caressed it. He felt the ridges, the veins and the curves. He studied it up close. Then Brad opened his mouth and engulfed the object of his desire. "Oh my GAWD!" bellowed Rex. "Yes, oh yes. Suck that cock! Oh sweet Mother Mary that feels incredible. You have had some good teachers here, my love." `My love?' Did Rex really call him his love? Brad pulled off and looked quizzically at Rex. He better not be toying with me, thought Brad. It would kill him if that was the case. "Yes, I do love you," said Rex. "I think I fell in love with you that first day you stood in my office door way. But I had to let you find your way. I couldn't influence your decision to stay. You don't know how hard it has been." "You mean hard like this?" teased Brad as he gave Rex's cock a squeeze. "Yes, like that, you little fucker," chuckled Rex. "Rex, I love you too and I will be more eloquent later, but right now I need to feel you inside of me. It is something that I have dreamed of ever since I accepted my feelings about being gay. We can go back to our cells later and make love, but right now I need you to fuck me!" Brad turned around and placed his forearms on the bench, bending over to give Rex a view of his tight ass. Rex knelt down and buried his face in the crack of Brad's ass. In all the time since the doctor had first fucked Brad and taken his cherry and his many visits to the "chapel," not one of the brothers had rimmed him. Brad moaned out his pleasure and approval. When he felt Rex's tongue probing his hole he let out a gasp and begged for more. Finally, Rex stood up feeling he had loosened Brad up sufficiently. Between the steam and his own sweat, Rex did not need to apply much spit to his cock to make it ultra-slippery. He lined up his cock head with Brad's hole and slowly pushed. Rex did not want to hurt Brad. It took all his restraint not to just plunge in to the hilt. But Rex wanted this first time to be memorable. And for the pleasure, not for pain. Slowly he slid his cock inside the warm oven of Brad's ass. It felt like moist velvet inside. Rex had not felt anything quite like it. Both men groaned as Rex bottomed out and Brad had never felt so complete. Holding still for just a moment for both men to adjust, Rex leaned over and kissed the back of Brad's neck. This sent shivers down Brad's spine. Soon neither men could wait any longer and their bodies started to move together. Rex slowly withdrew before sliding back in. It didn't take long for him to build up some speed. Brad had never been so hard in his life. He had never felt such pleasure and bliss. But he also felt something new. He looked down and realized that cum was leaking from his cock. "Oh my Gawd, Rex. You are fucking the cum out of me. You are literally fucking the cum out of me!" Brad wasn't having an orgasm, but his cum was streaming out of his cock. Brad grabbed his cock and started to stroke. He had to answer the primeval urge to orgasm. And he wanted to do it while Rex was still fucking him. "I'm going to cum, my love," bellowed Rex. As the first shot of cum filled his ass, Brad also started to cum. His orgasm gripped him and long ropes of cum shot from his cock. It seemed as if both men's orgasms fed off each other. Each shot of cum from Rex caused Brad to contract with his own shot. And Brad's ass clamping down with each contraction caused Rex to shoot another load. When Brad looked down he realized he had shot the largest load of his life. There were no drops of cum at his feet. No, there were puddles! Suddenly there was a loud cheer. Brad and Rex looked around the steam room to see a room full of men with erections clapping and cheering. "It's about fucking time," bellowed one brother. "I thought you two would never get together," laughed another. "I told you they were doing it in here. You owe me a blow job for losing the bet. Pay up. Now," said a third as a brother dropped to his knees and engulfed the hard prick in his face. This set off the others. Hands grabbed hard cocks, knees buckled as mouths consumed the cock before them. Others bent over presenting their ass to be fucked. Soon the room was filled with moans of pleasure. Even though they had both cum, neither Rex nor Brad had gone soft. Rex was still buried in Brad's ass and started to rock in and out again. Brad just moaned and shut his eyes, reveling in the pleasure he was feeling. When he opened his eyes again, there was a beautiful hard cock staring him in the face. Brad looked back to Rex. With a smile and a nod from Rex, Brad took the offered prick in his hand. "This is for the wonderful blow job you gave me in the chapel when I first came here," Brad said to Brother Steve. Then he plunged down on the hard organ. Brad used all the tricks he had learned over the past several weeks. He wanted to make Steve feel as good as he felt back then. Brother Luke walked by and wiggled his ass in Brad's otherwise engaged face. "You owe me a fuck, young man," said Brother Luke. "My ass has been waiting for you to return to the clinic." The thought of fucking Brother Luke, along with currently sucking Steve and being fucked by Rex, sent Brad over the edge. He came again, hard! "So what's it going to be, Brad?" asked a panting Rex as he came off his second orgasm in Brad's ass. "Are you going to leave tomorrow or are you going to stay?" Tomorrow! Brad had completely forgot that the next day was the last day of his "internship." He had a decision to make. Knock knock knock "Come in," said a friendly voice from within. Devon pushed open the heavy wooden door and entered a sparse, but warmly decorated room. Sitting behind a very old, ornately carved desk sat the owner of the voice. The man was NOT what Devon was expecting to find. He wasn't old like Devon had thought the leader of a religious order would be. No, this man was in his mid to late 30s, golden wavy hair and muscular. He was wearing a robe of rough material. The robe fitted over the head, two holes in the sides for his arms and was tied at the waist with a rope. Very middle ages, thought Devon. It looked as if he was not wearing a shirt under the robe as curls of blond hair were visible around the so called collar and his arms were bare. Even with the loose fitting robe, Devon could see that this man was built. Broad shoulders, defined pecs, big arms. You get the picture. "May I help you?" He nearly choked when he saw the young man standing in front of him. Here was a young god with dark wavy hair, bright blue eyes and a body worth sinning over. Devon stood 5'10" of solid muscle. Having played sports throughout high school he had the sculpted body of an athlete. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, strong thick legs and a butt you could get lost in. "I'm sorry to disturb you. I was looking for Brother Brad, the head of The Order." "Look no further. I am Brother Brad. And who might you be?" ***The End*** Thanks for reading. And thank you to the readers who took the time to write and say they enjoyed the story. This has been a fun one to write. I have two other stories on Nifty they are: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-friends/missionaries-at-the-abs http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/encounters/what-might-have-been