by No'-as-gay-as-Gay-Willy-but-gayer-than-Straight-Willy Willy
(nagagwbgtsw_willy@mail.com)
What passed before:
Having passed the examination for inclusion in his brother's “Big Boy Club”, ten year old Timmy was ready for the initiation. At least he hoped he was. Timmy's sixteen year old brother Chet and three of his friends were all naked with big boners. Timmy was naked too, but his wiener was soft. Chet was the club president, but his friend Allen was in charge of the proceedings, being the club's “Master-at-Arms”.
And now:
Allen had all four teens line up in front of Timmy. They stood relaxed with their hands clasped behind their backs, and surprisingly still had their boners. Timmy had seen the two spectators working to keep theirs alive, but Allen and his brother had had the same boner throughout the examination. Timmy wondered if that had nicked some of his father's blue pills.
"The first part of the first phase of the initiation is to meet your brothers," Allen started, "I am Brother Allen."
Timmy looked at him grinning, but grew confused when Allen just looked straight at him without moving. Timmy glanced over at his brother for help. Chet mouthed the word "shake" and inclined his head toward Allen. Timmy gave a nervous chuckle. "Of course," he thought, "shake hands".
Timmy stepped forward and held out his hand, but Allen didn't bring his hand around to meet it. He just stared out into space, straight ahead.
Timmy looked back at his brother who was shaking his head. He then nodded his head sideways, tipping it so it seemed to be indicating downward. Timmy looked down at the area that Chet seemed to be aiming, and back at Chet. The nods seemed to be pointing directly at Allen's hard dick.
Timmy blushed and looked back at his brother with a shocked look on his face. Chet nodded in an affirmative fashion and then indicated back to Allen's boner.
Timmy gulped and turned back to Allen. Allen seemed to be standing stiff and formal, but there seemed to be a smile beginning to play about his lips.
Timmy reached down and gripped Allen dick in his (now) sweaty fist. He pumped it up and down a few time as if he was trying to get water from an old well. "How do you do, Brother Allen?" he croaked.
Now Allen did smile. "I am doing very well, Timmy," and he reached down and took hold of Timmy's dick. He gently moved it up and down a few times. "How are you?"
Timmy managed an "I'm fine."
Allen withdrew his hand and Timmy realized he was still pumping Allen's boner up and down. He mumbled something unintelligible and quickly pulled his hand back.
Allen then nodded to the boy to his right, and Allen stepped sideways to stand in front of him.
"I am Brother Justin," the teen said, and reached down to fondle Timmy's dick. "It's wonderful to have you in the club."
"More like Brother Jester," Timmy thought, having recognized the recipient of so many arm busters. He then chided himself for become distracted, and quickly took Justin's boner his his hand. This time he was a little gentler in the handling of the dick, but moved it up and down with the same motion as before. "Thank you," he said, "I'm glad to be here."
The process was repeated as Timmy was introduced to Brother Gabe. Timmy jumped a little because Brother Gabe's hands were a little cold. "Sorry about that," Gabe said when he saw Timmy's reaction. "My hands are always a little cold."
"But he has a warm heart," Justin chimed in.
Timmy was sure that would have gotten him another punch if Gabe's right hand wasn't busy stroking Timmy's dick. Timmy noticed that the motion was more like the tugging he used when jacking off, than a shake. It felt pretty good. He decided to mimic Gabe's work and gently stroked the teen's boner.
Gabe obviously noticed and grinned. "We're all going to enjoy having you," he said.
Justin whispered out of the corner of his mouth at Gabe, "In the club."
Gabe blinked and said, "That's what I said, wasn't it?" And all four boys chuckled.
The joke went right over his head, so Timmy released Gabe's dick and stepped in front of his brother.
Timmy just stood their for a moment, and he felt the blood rising to his face. "Am I supposed to touch my brother like I did the other boys?" he wondered. Frozen into immobility, Timmy started to panic, but his brother fixed everything by reaching out and grasping Timmy's wiener.
Timmy noticed right away that Chet's grip was different from all the others. Not only was he holding Timmy's dick, but a couple fingers were also lightly tickling Timmy's hairless ball-sack.
"I am Brother Chet," he said. "Welcome to the club."
Timmy gulped and looked down as he took hold of Chet's boner. He'd seen his brother pee before, of course, but it looked so much bigger now that it was hard. Timmy stroked the dick from the base all the way to the tip. As his fingers caressed the flesh, his eyes were busy memorizing every vein and fold of the beauty in his hands.
Timmy gasped at his own thoughts. "Since when do I think of wieners as beautiful?"
"Thank you brother," he finally said, and heard a meaningful throat clearing come from Allen. Thinking quickly Timmy stammered out, "I mean, thank you Brother Chet."
Satisfied, Master-at-arms Allen then continued. "The second part of the first phase of initiation is for you to greet your brothers."
This confused Timmy. "What's the difference between meeting and greeting?" he thought.
"In the Big Boys Club, we greet brothers with a kiss," Allen explained.
Timmy was a bit flustered. "I have to kiss a boy?" he wondered. But just as quickly he decided he could do it.
Allen was motioning him to return to the first of the line, and Timmy hurried over to him, determined to get it over with. Timmy looked up at him, (Allen was a good head taller than Timmy), and closing his eyes, he pursed his lips.
When the kiss never came, Timmy peeked out and saw Allen shaking his head. He then very pointedly looked down and his own stiff dick.
Timmy's heart just about stopped.
His head started to spin and his vision started to blur. He knew he was about to pass out when his brother's gentle voice cut through the fog in his brain.
"I think, Brother Allen, that this would be a good time to remind the initiate of the oath of silence."
Timmy was having trouble thinking and he struggled to remember. When they had first started the examination, Allen had Timmy hold up his right hand. Allen then spewed out a bunch of words at the speed of light. At the end he said, "Say 'I do'." Allen said "I do," and then they got on with the rest of the testing. Timmy had been so nervous about everything that was going on, and Allen had talked so fast, that Timmy only had a faint inkling as to what he was swearing to.
Now, his brother continued in a calm manner. "If the initiate at any time wishes to halt the initiation, he must remember that nothing he has seen or done can be repeated to any living soul upon pain of excruciating torment."
There was silence for a long time, and then Brother Gabe spoke up, also in a calm, quiet manner. "Don't give up now, Timmy. I was so looking forward to calling you Brother."
Justin also spoke, and for once it wasn't in a joking voice. "If I need to do something difficult -- like jumping off the high dive for the first time -- I don't focus on the long drop, I just think about taking one small step." He paused. "Won't you consider taking just one small step?"
It might have been the calm voices, or even the words they said, but Timmy was ultimately convinced when he looked into his brother's eyes and saw a little bit of misting. Timmy knew then that he couldn't let his brother down. Not in front of his Brothers. If they wanted Timmy to kiss dicks, he's kiss dicks. If they wanted him to kiss ass, he'd kiss ass.
Turning back to Allen with a determined look on his face, he bent over at the waist, and taking a hold of his dick, he planted a big old smacker on the tip.
He wasn't sure if it was needed, but he also added, "Greetings, Brother Allen."
Allen sighed as if he was releasing a great burden. Timmy hadn't thought that this initiation might be just as hard on all of them as it was on him. "Greetings, Brother Timmy," Allen said and leaning down he held Timmy's head in his hand and gave him a long kiss on the mouth.
The kiss took Timmy's breath away, and with some difficulty and a little guidance from Allen, Timmy shuffled in front of Justin.
Timmy was still in a daze, but he was returned to the task at hand by Justin saying, "I'm sorry it's not as hard as it should be, but I was so nervous that you were going to chicken out."
Timmy looked down at Justin holding his half inflated dick, and bent over. Taking it just behind the head, Timmy pointed to opening toward his face and kissed it.
When he had kissed Allen's dick it was purely mechanical. But now that he seemed to be over that initial bump, the kiss was so much more. Timmy was aware of the texture of Justin's dick's head, the heat and the smell emanating from Justin's body, and the small drop of sticky substance that transferred to Timmy lips during the kiss.
When he stood up instead of taking Timmy's head in his hands, Justin embraced Timmy and suddenly bent him over backwards. Timmy had the feeling he was in a movie from the forties. Mashing his mouth against Timmy's, Justin kissed him wetly for what seemed to Timmy as an eternity. At one point Timmy was sure he felt Justin's tongue wipe across his lips.
Justin stood him back on his feet, and with that jester grin said, "Do I detect a hint of precum, Brother Timmy?"
Timmy didn't know how to answer, because he didn't know what precum was.
He was then passed to Gabe for the next greeting. At this point, Timmy's legs didn't seem to be working very well on their own.
As he bent down to take Gabe's boner in his hand, Timmy noticed that the sticky stuff at the end of it was a little bit bigger than it had been on Justin's dick. In fact it looked like it was about to dribble down the head like a dripping candle. For reasons he couldn't explain, Timmy decided that he couldn't let that happen and dove down on Gabe's wiener like a hawk on a newborn chick.
Unlike the other two kisses, Timmy didn't have his lips tightly closed. He kissed the head with his lips apart and his tongue came out a little ways. He was determined not to let the drop of mysterious "precum" get away. Gabe gasped a little when he felt Timmy's mouth action on his boner.
When Timmy stood up, the sticky drop wasn't sitting on his lips. It was inside on his tongue teaching his palate about a whole new flavor sensation.
Gabe simply said, "Oh my," and grabbed Timmy by the head for his kiss.
Timmy's mouth was still partly open, and when Gabe made contact, his tongue immediately invaded Timmy's mouth. Timmy didn't try to keep it out. Instead his own tongue seemed to battle with Gabe's over ownership of the drop of precum.
Gabe broke the kiss with a gasp and a moan. "Brother Timmy," he gasped, "you're going to be one hell of a heart breaker."
Everyone chuckled and Timmy grinned sheepishly. He then moved if front of his brother.
Something seemed to come over Timmy when he looked into his brother's eyes and saw how much pride and love they held for him. Instead of bending at the waist, Timmy got down on both knees and gently took hold of Chet's boner.
Before kissing it, Timmy took time to inhale the aroma of his brother's tool and bush. Instead of a simple kiss, Timmy was possessed with the desire to give his brother something special. So when he leaned in his mouth was open but rounded in the shape of an 'O'. As he felt the spongy head pass his lips, Timmy kept pushing down until he felt it bump the back of his throat.
He paused there with his brother's stiff dick entirely in his mouth, and had an epiphany. Open your mouth without your teeth showing. This was what the fourth qualification was all about.
Timmy swirled his tongue around his brother's dick a few times before pulling his mouth back. When he reached the head he had a sudden impulse to thrust his mouth back down on the shaft. He did this several times and heard his brother moan as well as comments from the others, such as "Oh my god" and "The boy's a natural." Even Allen commented, saying, “He's jumped straight ahead to phase two.” In his mind Timmy was thinking, "This feels right."
Pulling his brother's boner from his mouth one last time, Timmy didn't get a chance to stand up when his brother leaned down for their kiss. This time the two tongues weren't engaged in some sort of battle. They were caressing and stroking each other.
They finally separated to the cheers and applause of the other Brothers.
"I love you Brother Timmy," Chet said.
"I love you too, Brother Chet," Timmy replied.
Timmy gazed at his brother's face and was surprised to see a look of embarrassment on it. He'd never seen his brother look unsure or embarrassed about anything, for as long as he could remember.
Everyone was crowding around Timmy hugging him and congratulating him, and slapping him on the back, and stroking him and caressing him in gentler ways also.
Allen cleared his throat and assumed his Master-at-arms mantle once again. "Now that you have earned the title of Brother, and learned to meet and greet your fellow Brothers," he started, "The next step will be to learn how to satisfy them."
This brought another round of good natured chuckling from all around and a hundred new questions to Timmy's mind. But before he could dwell on any of them, Allen continued. "But phase two will have to wait until another day, though. Because Brother Timmy has to make his way back to his room before his parents wake up."
This brought a moment of panic to Timmy's mind. His father was an early riser.
"Before that though, it is customary to let the new Brother speak his mind and make any requests of his new Brethren."
Timmy suddenly found himself the center of attention, and was caught a little off guard. "Oh ... um," he started. After a pause he continued. "I do have a couple requests."
"Oh, oh. Here it comes!" Justin japed.
"Shut up, Justin. He's nothing like you," Gabe admonished.
"What is it Brother Timmy?"
"Um ... I don't think I did the 'greet' properly on the first three tries. Can I do you guys over?"
This met with a great roar of laughter and a good deal of more backslapping.
"I told you," Gabe said to Justin, shaking a finger at him. "Nothing like you!"
Allen laughed and said, "That's not necessary Brother Timmy. There will be plenty of opportunities to 'get it right' in the next few years."
The others voiced there enthusiastic agreement.
"What was the second thing?" Allen asked.
"Uh ... could I please be Brother Tim, instead of Brother Timmy?"
There was a moment of silence and Timmy thought he had crossed a line somehow. But Allen quickly put him out of his misery.
"Of course!" he exclaimed. "A grown up name for a grown up Brother!"
And everyone chimed in with "Welcome Brother Tim!" and the like.
Of course Brother Jester had to chime in with, "Does this mean he has to do the 'greet' all over?" Which was met with four punches to the arm, which included one from the new Brother Tim, (but not too hard).
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As a naked Chet and a naked Tim made their way back to Tim's room, Tim had a question. "What was Gabe going on about with Justin not being like me?" he whispered.
Chet snickered and said, "Do you know what Justin's request was after his initiation?"
"What?"
"He wanted a blow-job from each of us."
This stunned Tim a little, which was good because they were both in his room before he started laughing.
Timmy tossed his pj's on the floor and climbed into bed naked. He felt that Tim had outgrown pajamas. This was the way he was going to be sleeping from now on.
"Hey, by the way," Tim said, "I figured out the fourth requirement. Open mouth, no teeth."
Chet chuckled. "I know, I felt it." Then he leaned over and kissed his brother goodnight. There was a brief exchange of tongues. "And that's how Tim kisses from now on," Tim thought.
As his brother was closing the door he made one last comment. "Did you figure out the third requirement yet?"
Tim was stunned into silence. "Surely, they don't ..."
"Sweet dreams, Brother Tim."