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TO BE A BROTHER
by Macout Mann
Chapter XV
Steve
The convocation went off as smoothly as it ever had. The renovation had not yet begun, so everything was as it had always been. The hotel manager did not venture above the eleventh floor.
There were no new prospectives. Tom guessed it was because the Brothers were unsure whether the convocation would even take place.
Fun, however, was abundant.
Not long after the convocation ended, the renovation began. The plan was to first do the lobby and the public rooms downstairs, then to renovate the guest rooms floor by floor, finishing with the penthouse. The name of the hotel would be changed after the first group of guest rooms were refinished.
Chester and Tom stayed in touch with the project as closely as they could.
Brownlee was concerned about taking care of the regulars who had kept the hotel in business for so many years. He had begun his career at the St. Francis, San Francisco's landmark hostelry. It had stayed solvent during the great depression due to the patronage of traveling salesmen and naval officers. It repaid them by continuing to maintain mezzanine showrooms long after the depression and World War II ended and by always giving preference to naval officers seeking rooms. He also mentioned that the St. Francis was unique in that it put three sheets on each bed, so that guests' necks wouldn't be tickled by the woolen blankets and that it washed all the change that it used. All around town, people recognized the shiny "St. Francis money."
Chester and Tom agreed that regulars should be given preference, and might receive a ten percent discount on the higher rates for refurbished rooms. They would be called "plaza rooms." The older rooms would be called "olympic rooms." At Tom's suggestion, once renovation was complete the Olympia Plaza would begin to wash its money. That would give the hotel a singularity that would draw the public's attention.
Brothers arriving at the next convocation found the customary welcoming banner outside, but were greeted by a stunning new lobby. The "front desk" had been moved to a more discreet location and to the right of the main entrance was a new concierge desk. The wood paneling had been painted a muted gold color. On the windows were dark red satin draperies and valances accented with small gold fleur-de-lis. Panels of the same fabric, surrounded by decorative molding, highlighted the walls. Twelve Louis XV style chandeliers with crystal prisms in a variety of shapes added even more elegance. There were sconces in a similar style.
The hotel's dining room, bar, and first floor and mezzanine meeting rooms also benefited from a French influence. A single, massive Late Empire chandelier with its rows of overlapping jewel heads dominated the dining room. It was also complemented by wall sconces in the same style. A new wainscoting surrounded the room.
In the penthouse above, Tom was meeting Peter's prospective, Steven Pugh for the first time. Steve was a freshman at Four Square, and Tom was concerned that he might have another moral quandary on his hands. He passed Steve off to Jim and took Peter down to room 1202.
"Dude, are you sure about this guy?" Tom asked.
"Hell yeah," Peter answered. "I was turned on to him by one of my upper class buddies who knew him from before. My buddy'd been fucking him since he was 12. Said Steve was the one that got things started even then.
"Seems like Steve's dad is straight but sort of a renegade, while his mother's a holy-roller type. She insisted that Steve go to Four Square. But Steve's always taken after his father. Doesn't give a damn about what other people say.
"So when Barney introduced Steve to me, the first thing he did was to grab my crotch and say, `So if you are a friend of Barney's, you must like to play.' I'll bet he's doped out what's going on here before dinner tonight."
"O.K.," Tom said. "We'll see."
Meanwhile upstairs Jim had introduced Steve to Wilson, identifying him as Peter's prospect.
"So we've got another theologian, have we?" Wilson teased.
"Hardly a theologian. More like a hedonist," Steve replied.
"Well the world needs more playboys," Wilson laughed.
"Can I get you something to drink?" Jim asked.
"Sure, Jack neat, please."
"Sure as hell aint a typical Bible thumper," Jim thought.
When Tom and Peter returned to the lounge, they found Steve the center of attention. Polite and at ease with everyone, he was totally confident and demonstrated a great sense of humor. He was also very observant.
"Where are these dudes heading off to?" he whispered to Peter. "They going off someplace to fuck?"
"You got it," Peter laughed.
"Had to be," Steve said. "They've all got that contented look when they come back."
A couple of minutes later Jim signaled to Tom. "I told you so," he whispered. He repeated exactly what Steve had said.
After dinner, Peter and Steve returned to the lounge. Steve was immediately attracted to the bartenders. "Are they on the menu?" he asked.
"No they're just here to get you hot and bothered," Peter answered.
Tom interrupted and said he needed to talk to Steve. They left for his room. Peter sought out Oscar. He knew they wouldn't be interrupted in his and Steve's room.
In the elevator Steve said, "You're going to fuck me, aren't you?"
"If you want me to. We don't do anything around here that someone doesn't want to do."
"I love to get fucked," Steve continued, "and it doesn't matter who does it."
As Tom slid his key card into the door, he said, "First we need to talk."
Their conversation confirmed everything that Peter had told Tom earlier. That Steve had been sexually active since he was twelve. That his dad, who was totally straight, knew all about him but didn't care. That he'd been with a couple of gals, but liked sex with guys better.
They had been sitting opposite each other at the room's table. Tom stood and took Steve's hand and led him the few steps to the bed. He pulled Steve close and fondled his groin. He felt a dick which immediately grew hard. Steve reciprocated.
"Shit," Steve mumbled, "I can't wait to have that thing up my ass."
"All in good time," Tom replied.
He slipped Steve's shirt off and began to nibble his nickel-sized nips, while stroking the younger man's back and sides.
"Yeah, bite those tits," Steve panted. His sexual activity would prove to be very verbal.
Tom licked down his gut, as he undid his jeans. He was wearing Under Armor briefs, and Tom hefted his balls through the sheer fabric.
"That feels so good," Steve said. "I gotta feel your marbles." He quickly removed Tom's shirt and the denim shorts he was wearing. He noted that Tom was free-balling, as he grabbed the Elder's hard tool and felt a bit of pre-cum flow onto his palm. He quickly licked it clean. "Tasty," he said.
They pulled each other onto the bed and pressed their bodies together neck to knee.
"You're one sexy motherfucker," Steve continued to comment. "I'm goanna love that bone scraping my hole."
Tom continued to stimulate Steve's erotic zones, licking, rubbing, and finally taking his dick into his mouth, while ritually probing Steve's ass with his fingers. He didn't want Steve to cum, so he stopped sucking the prospect and began to apply lube to his dick and Steve's ass. When he felt Steve had reached the height of passion, his dick slipped into Steve's well used orifice.
"Oh shit, man, you're so great. Fuck me, dude. Fuck me good!" Steve yelled loudly enough for Peter and Oscar next door to hear what was being said.
"Glad you like it," Tom replied.
He made it last as long as he could. Steve was beside himself before Tom pumped his seed into his new acquaintance's colon. "Yes, yes, yes!" Steve cried.
Steve hadn't cum, despite the repeated assault on his prostate, so Tom again went down on him, and this time was rewarded with a mouth and throat full of cream.
"Oh, shit," Steve exclaimed. "Fuck me again, dude."
"Later. That's the reason yours and Peter's room is right next to mine," Tom grinned.
When they returned to the lounge, to the seasoned observer there was no doubt what had been going on. Unlike many prospectives, Steve made no effort to hide what they had been doing. Decorum always ruled on the Penthouse Floor, however. Oscar, Peter, and a couple of other younger brothers were shirtless, but that was as far as the rules allowed things to go. No nudity. No unseemly gestures. Assignations could be arranged, but all sexual activity had to occur on the floor below. Even down there there were rules. After dinner guys could roam the halls naked, but the room doors had to remain closed. No bath house carrying on. Knock and it might be open to you.
Nonetheless, Steve did get invited to the floor below a couple of times before he and Peter retired. As usual Tom was kept very busy. It was after three before he knocked on the door of Room 1204 and invited himself to a Four Square three man party.