Date: Fri, 02 Apr 2021 02:46:08 +0000
From: mobius2021 <mobius2021@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Brotherhood Redux - 7 (gay, b/b, oral, anal)

THE BROTHERHOOD REDUX: by Mobius

Necessary Disclaimers:
* This story is fiction; none of characters represent any persons in real
life and none of the events described actually happened, at least to my
direct knowledge.
* This fictional story depicts sexual activity between youths under the
age of 18.  Do not read if this matter offends you, or if because of your
age or region of residence, it is illegal for you to do so.
* Nifty preserved my original story for over two decades, so their
service is more than worth your donation to keep the archive running.
Please donate at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
* (c)1997,2021 Mobius Loop w/ permission for Nifty Archive Alliance.


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.  "Donna and I 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, the rebellion, 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 said offering my hand, 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
weird 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.  It's just between you and me."

"But how could you know?" he asked plaintively.  "Nobody is supposed to
know."

"Yes," I sighed.  "Let's just say that I found out rather inadvertently."

"Do you think...." he started, stuttering a little, "D-do you think it
makes me sick?"

I shook my head, "No, Ben, you strike me as a very healthy young man.
Many go 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? He's a senior!"

"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 all of us 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
embarrassed 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 doors to the
auditorium balcony.  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 in front 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 a
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, now just shy of seven inches of 15-year-old cock.

"Well, yours is coming along nicely," he said, looking at mine being
gently tugged by my fingers. I had about six and a half, but apparently
thicker around than Billy's.

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.  His show 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 slick white fluid.  I had never heard of that before... a
boy eating his own cum.  It surprised me when he did that.

"Dude! 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.  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 smelled his own hand as I felt his tongue
flick against my 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 taste there I had never
known.

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 it's 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. Well,
the one who graduated last year was.  And I think I might go both ways.
But 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 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 how much fun we had together in middle
school," he whispered in my ear, his hand milk my cock to urgency once
again.  "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."

"Will you be my best friend, Ben?" he gasped quietly. I nodded through
the shivers he was giving me.  Then in a moment, everything shifted.  His
hands left my dick. I opened my eyes and looked up at him -- somehow
during his ministrations, he had removed his own pants completely and was
moving himself over my lap. Confusion only had a second to fill my face
as a second later, I felt him pressing my cock against his ass. It seemed
to quickly grasp at me, and in a steady movement, he had taken me all the
way down to the root.

"Unnng........" I moaned, my head falling back again in surrender.   The
room was full of the smell of us, our cum, our sweat, and musk. He rocked
himself urgently on me, his tightness grasping me in ways I had never
imagined.  It was a hurricane of sensation raging through my cock as me
bounced on my lap, my cocks thrusting hard inside him. 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 hips as he suddenly dropped hard on me,
making the smallest of squeaks. I grabbed his hips I exploded harder than
I ever had before. Shot after shot flooded into him... I lost count.
Suddenly I felt drops raining down and as I looked, his own cock was once
again fully hard and unloading over my stomach and chest.

It was over soon and my penis softened again quickly, exhausted from its
second load. It lazily slipped from Billy's ass, his sphincter
contracting as to hold my load inside him and not waste a precious drop.

"Well," he asked me, leaning down to lick his semen from my belly, "do
you want to join us?  We'd love it if you would."

Through my heavy breathing, I brought my hand up and swiped up a large
glob of his cum from my chest. I lifted my head weakly, sticking out my
tongue and licking at the white milk which clung to my fingers.  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 my stomach and chest clean, and then
licked my cock clean, too.  I suddenly thought `My cock was just up his
ass and he's licking it clean!' but I realized I wasn't that
surprised.  Even when we were middle school, he was always pushing
boundaries, and I always laughed and called him a perv.  Apparently that
aspect of his character had blossomed quite nicely in the year since I
saw him last.

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 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, a junior who was on the newspaper.  I was
partly relieved to meet them, because they seemed really 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 Billy, Jason, and Todd that went way beyond our adventure
in the projector room.  But I felt so comfortable being with them.  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, "First of all, only you can decide if you're gay or
not.  No one else can do that for you.  But if you're comfortable having
sex in a situation like that, don't let the fear of being gay stop you.
Unless you feel like they are pressuring you..."

"No, it's never like that!" he said emphatically.  "They've never
forced me to be physical with them.  It just feels ... nice. And fun."

"From what little I know, I didn't think there was coercion involved,"
I smiled reassuringly. "My point is it's all about learning who you are
and learning what is right for your life.  Maybe, after all of your
experiences, you'll decide you'll only want to have relationships with
women. Or maybe you will figure out you can go both ways, and can love
men and women. Or, yeah, maybe you figure out you only want to be with
men.

"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 it's 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 own a "gay" label.

"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.  I think once he gets adjusted to being
in high school and adjusting to his new friends, you'll see him opening
up with you again."

"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 a smart boy, and he's going
to find 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?



mobius2021@protonmail.com - I have received so many wonderful emails from
fans who have connected with the Brotherhood.  I appreciate your support
-- it keeps me writing!

Other Nifty stories by Mobius:  The Brothers Next Door -
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/the-brothers-next-door