Date: Tue, 9 Sep 2014 09:52:30 -0700 From: Macout Mann Subject: To Be a Brother 9 This story involves explicit homosexual activity. If such offends you, or if you are underage, please read no further. The story is completely fictional. Any similarity to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Reference to actual locations is made only to make the story seem more real. I welcome your reactions to the story. It means a lot to know that I am being read and appreciated or not. And I do appreciate it when readers catch me in errors. With comments pro or con please write me at macoutmann@yahoo.com. nifty.org also welcomes your donations. Like The Brothers of Aries and Libra, nifty.org is a 501(C)(3), a real one. So your donations are fully tax deductible. Only through them can these stories continue to be brought to you without charge. Please join me and give what you can. If you are interested in reading my other stories, the easiest way to access them in by checking Macout Mann under "Prolific Authors." Copyright 2014 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved. TO BE A BROTHER by Macout Mann Chapter IX Jim Learns to Hang Loose Jim did have second thoughts about his sexual escapades. He had always thought that when he started having sex it would be tender, and romantic, and private. But his experience had been completely different. It was sometimes a social occasion, always a lustful enterprise aimed only at satisfying urges and providing release. Not that he didn't like it that way. Everything had been wonderful. And he certainly realized that his sexual escapades had made him a lot less shy. But he still wondered. He knew that Kenny Bass had many partners, but he and Kenny had always played by themselves until Tom returned from college. Then it became routine for him and Tom to visit Kenny for three-ways. Kenny had a summer job, evening busboy at a popular café. But he was always available afternoons until he had to report to work; he always had the house to himself; and he was always up for anything Tom had in mind. The Wednesday after Jim and Tom returned from New York they were messing around with Kenny, when the doorbell rang, and Kenny ran to answer it. He was naked and just cracked the door enough to stick his head out. "Already bareassed, eh?" A voice said. "Come on in," Kenny replied. A guy about their age came in. "Was in your neighborhood. Thought I'd stop by for a quickie," the newcomer said. He was medium height, medium build, sort of greasy looking. Long black hair, unshaven, wearing a nondescript uniform of some sort with the top three buttons undone. "Oh, looks like I'm interrupting something," he added. "Guys, this is Alex," Kenny said. "Meet Tom and Jim." "Hi," they both said. Peeling off his shirt, Alex asked, "Yall don't mind if I join you, do you?" "Shit, no," Kenny retorted. "Another dick. Another ass. Right guys?" He walked over to Alex, unbuckled and unzipped him, and fondled his uncut seven inches with his right hand, while he tweaked a nipple with his left. "Alex likes it all," he added. "I aint got much time. Got to deliver a load of siding," Alex announced. That provoked Kenny to sink to his knees and replace his fingers with his lips. Tom was soon motivated to join in by first fingering and then eating out Alex' ass. Jim looked on. A few moments later Tom's dick was stuffed up Alex' rear, and Alex signaled Jim to come over and join them. Alex leaned over far enough to take Jim's bone into his own mouth. Kenny was right. Alex liked it all. Fifteen minutes later Alex had zipped up and was gone. The other three guys returned to their earlier play, which, since they were eighteen and nineteen, they could easily do. Later, as Tom and Jim were driving away, Jim murmured, "That was weird." "What was weird," Tom wanted to know. "That stuff with Alex." "How d'ya mean? I had fun, didn't you?" "Yeah....but it was so....so random. We still don't even know who he is, and yet both of us have had sex with him." "Shit, man, we at least knew his name. I've had sex with lots of guys I'd never even spoken to before I got with `em." Jim was silent for what seemed like several minutes. "I love it all....but it's just not like I thought it would be," he finally said. "You mean it's not all lovey-dovey?" Tom responded after a moment. "That love stuff might come sometime, I guess. But guys mainly just need to get off or get stuffed. Love doesn't have a fucking thing to do with it. "Look at the brothers. I know most of the older ones feel so strongly about the others, they'd do absolutely anything for them, but their friendship doesn't really have anything to do with the sex they're having. It's sex for sex sake. "Hell, man. We've been best friends forever. And I've wanted your ass for so long I could've climbed the fucking wall. But the fact that I couldn't and now can hasn't affected our friendship, has it?" "No....I just want get with you more often," Jim giggled. "So hang loose, dude, and enjoy life. We'll only be young once." To underscore his point, the following week Tom took Jim to Memorial Park, Lafayette's largest. He parked near a "tea room" as he called the rest room, and they waited. Several guys went in and out doing their business. One guy in his late thirties went in and remained for several minutes. "Go in and see what happens," Tom commanded Jim. Tom waited. Ten minutes later Jim came out and climbed back in the car. "Goddamn!" Jim exclaimed. "So what happened, as if I didn't know," Tom grinned. "Well, the dude was in the stall nearest the urinals. I went to a urinal and started to take a piss, and he taps his foot. I don't do anything, so he reaches under the partition and starts snapping his fingers. I halfway turn toward the stall to see what's going on, and he says, `You want a blowjob, kid? Get over here.' He pushes the stall door open. I walk over, and he goes down on me without saying another word. I'm scared shitless somebody's goanna come in, but he doesn't seem to give a damn. I cum, and he says `thanks.' I zip up and leave, and he's still sitting there." A middle-aged man in a business suit drove up and entered the "tea room." He remained for several minutes. "You can bet he's getting sucked off just like you were," Tom said. "Go and interrupt them if you want. You can just say, `sorry,' and go on about your business." Instead of having Jim do that, Tom drove to the other side of the park, which was heavily wooded and featured trails for hiking and horseback riding. "Let's go for a walk," he said. For Tom's purposes they were very lucky. They soon came to a turn in the trail and about fifty feet away a guy was on his knees eating a younger dude's dick. "See," Tom whispered, "if you get really hard up, you can always come to the park and get your jollies." Summer vacation passed. Jim's sexual education continued. Since Jim would be going to Midwestern, there were a lot of things he would have to take care of that he wouldn't have, if he were staying home. As the date approached when Tom would be driving the two of them to school, all had been accomplished. Tom would be going a week earlier than he otherwise would have, so Jim could do freshman orientation, be assigned his dorm room, and get used to the place. Tom would be a great help in that. Of course the first place they visited when they approached Midwestern was Victor's pad. They got there just before dinner and stayed the night, continuing on to check in at the school the next morning. Victor was as sexy as he had been back in the Spring, and just as uninhibited. "So I'm sure you've introduced Jim to the joys of man on man on man sex by now," he said. "Oh that happened back at Aries," Tom laughed. "I knew I should have stayed over with you guys," Victor replied. "I think Tom's been trying to turn me into some sort of slut," Jim teased. "Nothing wrong with that," Victor responded. "You'll be one before Libra is over anyway. "But my dick's been aching for both of you guys ever since I got Tom's text this morning," he continued. "We've sure got to fuck before dinner, but we can have a cock-tail first, if you want to." "When we're home, Jim and I don't get to have cocktails as often as we'd like," Tom answered. "Well why don't the two of you get nice and comfortable, while I make the Martinis? I can strip and stir at the same time."