After laying in bed just enjoying each other's presence for about twenty minutes we decided to check out August's journal since it was still too early to go to the private chamber. The first part was a far more detailed and romanticized telling of his first sexual encounter with Ol' Fred. Kyle looked almost embarrassed to be hearing the old man's private intimate thoughts as I read aloud to him the last part of the first entry.
"Brother Fred is an amazing man. I am thrilled that he has chosen to mentor me in a special way. I am not sure why I was chosen for such an honor. All I know is that I am extraordinarily attracted to him despite his advanced age."
"It has been a week since I spent the evening with Brother Fred. There has been no personal contact at all. There has only been formal greeting when I have seen him in the house. Could I have misunderstood his intentions toward me?
As I write this, my roommate is lying in his bed asleep, naked and uncovered. The heat has been unusually troublesome. I am however only exposed from the waist up. Seeing my roommate fully exposed and my desires has left me in a predicament. Damn, I wish I was braver. It is possible that Jerome is no different than my last roommate. He may well wish he was brave enough to approach me. If only Chuck had not been expelled. No that is not what I want! I want Fred."
I felt bad for the young confused August. However, I felt admiration for the present day August who had been willing to share such private thoughts in the hopes that the sharing would be good for the brotherhood.
"A note arrived today from Fred. I am to report to his room this evening. I am trying not to fill myself with unwarranted hopes and expectations. But I can not help having such thoughts. I want him so badly to want me. I will do my best to do anything he asks so that he will ask me back. What if he asks nothing? What if the visit is not for sex as I hope?"
As I assumed the next entry described another sexual encounter between August and Fred.
"My hopes were realized. No sooner was I in his room than he demanded that I strip naked for inspection. He touched me everywhere and my cock ached with desire when he was done. Then he confirmed that I indeed was to be one of his special boys this year. As before he put me on my knees and stood naked in front of me. He demanded much more than just having his cock sucked this time. He had me lick his balls and then lay my head on his chair cushion so he could squat over me. As he demanded I licked his asshole inside and out.
Then he led me to his bed. As I lay on my back he straddled me, dangling his heavy sack in my face as he sucked my cock. He did not spill the tiniest drop of my seed when I ejaculated in his mouth. He seemed to savor my thick spunk before swallowing. When he swung around and lay beside me, we kissed deeply. I could taste my sperm on his lips and tongue. He moved me so that I was sitting up with my back on his ornate headboard. He knelt on my chest and pushed his throbbing cock into my mouth. He pushed his entire cock in and out of my mouth. I started to gag a few times, but was able to fight off the sensation. He told me that I was a good boy and that he was glad he had chosen me to be one of his bitches. His cum tasted sweet on my tongue before it slid down my throat. I am so happy tonight that even watching my roommate sleep in the nude is not distressing.
"Ok, so he had a crush on Ol' Fred and they had some hot sex. I guess I am missing something. I don't see how this is any different than what the guys do now. What's the problem?" Kyle asked clearly confused by the whole idea of the Brotherhood needing protectors.
My phone rang before we could discuss the question he raised. I confirmed to the voice on the other end of the line that he was in fact speaking to John Campanelli. He informed me that he was Tomas Furman. I recognized his name from the ledger in the Protectors' chamber. He asked that I confirm knowledge of his identity.
"You are of course a respected peer and chair of the Society of Protectors," I said calmly even though I felt some dread as I put the call on speaker for Kyle to hear.
"I am calling for a number of reasons. First, I have been informed that we have two new members; yourself and Kyle Phelps. To be honest, I am not totally in agreement with either of your selections. However, since you have both been made privy to some of our business, what's done is done. It seems that Adam wanted to keep your appointment secret for a time. He always had his own way of doing things and I will not pretend to understand his motivation.
August on the other hand, immediately informed us of his resignation and replacement. Why he decided after so many years of resisting our prodding to make that decision he didn't share. Would you have any insight into that question, my young brother?" He asked calmly.
"We met with him and at some point he came to the logical conclusion that the time was right and Kyle was the choice," I informed Tomas honestly.
"John, it would be wise for you to choose your words carefully. The Protectors do not take the pledge lightly. Did you speak of Protector business in Kyle's presence before August's decision was declared?"
"Of course not. As you should know I take the pledges I make seriously. I find the mere hint of such a thought offensive. Now perhaps you will tell me why you object to our appointments."
"It is simple. You are too young and have too little sense of the history of the Brotherhood. There are many older, more qualified peers who I believe would be far more interested in the protections required and better able to work with the existing members."
"Perhaps we were chosen precisely because our predecessors believed new blood was needed," I suggested.
"Were you told this?"
"As you know Adam was not available for me to question his motives in choosing me. As for Brother Nelson's motives, I can not say for sure, but I believe he may feel that it is time for the grey hairs to be infused with more youthful companions," I replied.
"We generally find that our youthful brother's mouths are better suited to holding our cocks than spouting ideas. The Brotherhood and more importantly to this conversation the Protectors are about tradition. Our Society's mission is to protect what is; not to create something new," He said clearly attempting to reprimand me.
"I understand the mission, brother. Now is there anything else you needed to tell me?"
"Yes, I have some sad news. August has slipped into a comma. His doctor believes that life support would be cruel at this point. Therefore, his death is imminent. Perhaps you would be good enough to tell his grandson, who I understand is a current pledge."
I assured Tomas that I would speak to Horatio and ended the call. Kyle held me for a few minutes while I cried. I wasn't sure why I felt such grief over a man I had only met once. Perhaps it was more a case of grieving over my suspected loss of innocence regarding the Brotherhood.
After getting my self together, I called the Brotherhood's nursing home. I spoke to Nelson's nurse and confirmed the information. Then Kyle and I dressed and went in search of Horatio. We did our best to comfort our grief stricken younger brother. I arranged for one of the senior brothers to drive him to the home to be with his gramps. The old man died with his favorite nurse and Horatio each holding a hand the next afternoon.
"Babe, I think we may have jumped into some fucked-up shit," Kyle said nervously when we were alone again.
"I am pretty sure that the brotherhood most brothers see is a huge falsehood. I already know that Frederick Stimson started the frat and many of the traditions as a way to get gay sex. At some point it was all turned into some mystical BS about healthy bisexuality and expressing love for your brothers," I offered.
"Well, ok but so what? Why are guys like Tomas so determined to keep that secret?"
"Fuck if I know. But there has to be more. What we have read of Nelson's journal indicates that at least late in life Stimson was into using young guys beguiled by frat tradition to get sex."
"You think?"
