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TO BE A BROTHER
by Macout Mann
Chapter XVI
A Newer and Bigger Hotel
The following June 1, Jim joined the staff of the hotel.
In the process of convincing Brownlee to come out of retirement, he had had to be told about the controversy. He had said that the Brothers activity was what he had suspected. But he was the kind of hotel man who didn't care what was going on, so long as there was no mayhem.
He was pleasantly surprised to find Jim to be competent, personable, and willing to learn. They bonded immediately.
Brownlee pointed out that it was traditional in such circumstances that the assistant manager or some member of management reside at the hotel in order to deal with crises that might arise at all hours. He nominated Jim, whose official title was Manager of Guest Relations. His room and board would become part of his compensation.
Jim enthusiastically accepted the arrangement, and chose Room 1201 as his permanent abode.
By the date of the Libra Convocation, several guest room floors had been renovated. There were four types: rooms with two double beds, rooms with two queen beds, rooms with one queen bed, and rooms with a single king. All the rooms featured furniture styles "of the period," and all the occasional chairs were now upholstered. The drapes were of the same quality as those in the lobby. And the rack rate was at least twice what the same room had gone for before renovation.
The main entrance was surmounted by an elegant new marquee with the name, Olympia Plaza, in stylish sans-serif lettering.
To the delight of all the Stockholder/Brothers, the remake was proving extremely popular with the public. Both the guest rooms and the new dining room were very profitable. It seemed that the Pirie loan would be repaid in record time.
When Steve arrived at the convocation, he announced that his parents were divorcing. His mother had discovered that his dad was shacking up with a gal he worked with. "Praise god," Steve told everyone, "I can get out of this holier-than-thou fucking prison that calls itself a school."
Reg was there, and he couldn't wait to get with Steve first off. Peter had told Steve about Reg, so Steve was more than anxious to be taken to Room 1219.
"You're pretty hot for an old dude," Steve teased.
"You're only as old as you feel," Reg said, "and I plan to feel like a teenager forever."
Steve reached for Reg's dick. "This feels like a teenager's. How about I suck it for you."
Reg quickly peeled off his jeans. "That's a good way to start," he leered.
Steve sank to his knees. Reg grabbed his head and guided his mouth to his engorged shaft. Steve sucked voraciously for a couple of minutes, then came off and said, "So suckable." Then he began to lap the knob of Reg's dick, making the older man shudder with lust.
"Yes," Reg panted. "Be a dick puppy."
"You ever have a dog do that?" Steve asked.
"That would be telling, wouldn't it?"
Once again Steve gobbled up Reg's wiener, and Reg once again took the prospective's head in his hands and began to fuck his face faster and faster. When he came, he cried, "O fuck, that's the best head I've had in I don't know how long."
When he had swallowed and licked the residue from the corners of his mouth, Steve replied, "I aim to please, man."
Reg stripped Steve and pushed him onto the bed. "Now I want you to fuck me," he commanded.
"Oh, can I?" Steve teased.
"Maybe. After I've blown you."
Reg decided he was going to have some fun with Steve. He began by nibbling on his toes. He licked his thighs. He nibbled his ears. Tasted his nips. Nosed his fledgling treasure trail. Fingered his tail. Finally, before going down on Steve, Reg stuck his ass in Steve's face, saying "Get that hole nice and wet."
As Steve tongued Reg's ass, Reg sucked on Steve, nicely wetting his rigid pole before rolling over and saying, "Now fuck me, little big man!"
Steve was on such a high that he rammed his prong into Reg in one bold thrust. "Yeah, take my hot dick, motherfucker!" he cried.
He began to pump up and down and in and out with abandon, saying "Yeah, feel that dick. Make that fucker squirt."
"Shit yeah," Reg responded. "I love young cock."
Getting down to the short strokes, Steve continued his verbal as well as physical assault. "Ready for my snake's venom?" he yelled. "Nahow!"
Reg was thrilled as he felt ropes of collegiate cum flow into his colon. "Man," he cried, "I could take you every day."
"Want to?" Steve said. "I could be homeless very soon. I'm sure as shit not going to live with my mom, and Dad hasn't offered to take me in yet."
There were now two business meetings. At the first Steve was enthusiastically accepted as a brother. At the second, which was attended only by stockholders in the hotel, Jim raised the issue of whether the Olympia Plaza should be listed as "gay friendly."
Some gave the idea a resounding "yes." A majority, however, seemed to think that it would be better to let the fact be known through word of mouth. After all, the Brothers had never used the term "gay" in referring to themselves. Many of them were bi. And although straights generally didn't seek out "gay friendly" lists, there was no reason to risk controversy by having the hotel come to be known that way.
The group did unanimously agree to favor employing workers who were of "the liberal persuasion."
A year later, the Brothers were confronted with a completely renovated penthouse. The dining room featured a deep blue ceiling lit to resemble a starry sky. The lounge reflected the French influence of the rest of the hotel's décor, but it had a very masculine tone. It was perfect. And the area was proving to be a very popular venue. It had been booked solid since the work was completed.
Spencer King had become a brother back when Malcolm was Elder. He had been a supporter from the time the Brothers had become the underwriters of the group and was a stockholder in the hotel, but he had never attended a convocation. He also headed a well-known venture capital firm and was one of the wealthier sustainers. He checked in to the hotel a day before the 2021 Libra Convocation convened, and sought an appointment with Jim.
Jim's mezzanine office was not the most opulent. But he welcomed his guest and told him that the hotel was delighted to have him as a guest, especially since he was a Brother and a sustainer.
"I'm glad to be back," Spencer said. "You know, I married my wife when I was still an active brother. From my thirties, I devoted myself to her. Only recently have I had the desire to be with....well again to be with somebody like you. Could I?"
"Unless there's a management problem, I should be in my room by 5:30. Give me a ring at 1201. If I'm there you're welcome to come up."
"There's some business I want to talk about, too, but that can wait," Spencer added.
It was 5:35 when Jim's phone rang. At 5:40 he welcomed Spencer into his room. It had a well- stocked bar, so the cocktail hour was soon begun. Spencer was still a handsome man. Jim thought his greying temples made him more so.
"I hadn't fucked or been fucked by a man in twenty years," Spencer admitted. "But I suppose it's like they say. If you're `that way,' as you get older, men appeal to you more and more. I had a chance encounter last Spring. I need your dick, Jim."
Both men were fully dressed, Jim less so than Spencer, since he always went commando. But Jim stood and embraced the older man and removed his tie first. "Let's get more comfortable then," he said.
In minutes propriety was resolved into licentiousness. Spencer acted like a horny teenager. Jim was close to being one. They romped together on Jim's bed, first using their mouths to pleasure all the erotic areas above their hips. Then sucking each other's dicks with abandon, before Spencer moaned that he had to feel Jim's schlong up his ass. Jim was happy to oblige.
It was apparent that "the chance encounter last Spring" that Spencer had spoken of was not the only encounter he had had recently. Still his ass was tight. And Jim loved the feeling of his tool slipping in and out of its moist warmth. He wasn't "getting it" these days nearly as often as he had back in Chicago. He taunted the older man by edging himself over and over, until Spencer cried, "Oh fuck, give me your cum, man. I want to feel you squirt!"
Jim picked up speed and pounded ass until his balls gave up their treasure.
They lay side by side for several minutes, then returned to their cocktail hour. Still naked they sat across the table from each other.
"Now to business," Spencer said. "I approached Mr. Brownlee about this, but he said that since you were the General Manager designate and a member of the board, I should talk to you."
"The most junior member of the board," Jim cautioned, "and who knows when if ever I'll become general manager."
"You know well the condition of the half-block behind the hotel," Spencer continued. "Closed or dysfunctional retail. One of my firm's clients owns the vacant department store that takes up a quarter of the block. They are anxious to unload it. We have made inquiries and can buy the rest of the block at a reasonable price, if we go about it the right way.
"That brings us to our proposal. Since you renovated the Olympia Plaza, it has been very successful, but it has only 240 rooms. It has no grand ballroom, actually no meeting space for more than a hundred people. We believe that if you more than double the number of rooms and add more amenities, the Olympia Plaza, like the Waldorf in New York, could become one of the nation's most elegant convention hotels as well as one of the country's most fashionable places for the affluent to stay."
"All well and good to dream about," Jim interjected, "but you must know that 100% of the hotel's profits are committed to retiring our debt to the Piries. We have no equity to invest or to pledge."
"Quite so," Spencer replied, "but being clever venture capitalists we have overcome that problem. "We propose to become joint owners. Olympia Plaza, Inc. would authorize a Class B stock. We don't often talk about par value these days, but I'm sure you studied about it at McCormick."
"Yes...like we studied that the purpose of a corporation was to create the greatest profit over the longest period of time. But we don't talk about that these days either. Everybody's only interested in the current quarter's performance."
"Well, if you're interested in the long term, that's the genius of our plan. Initially, there would be an equal number of Class A and Class B shares. The Class B shares would be assigned a par value equal to the cost of the new construction divided by the number of Class B shares.
"Our analysis indicates that you should pay off your current debt in nine years. Once the expansion is completed--we figure in twenty to twenty-four months--the debt should be paid off in less than half the time. Once that is done, the corporation can be free to buy up the Class B shares. The purchase price will be par value plus the amount that corporate equity has increased since the creation of Class B stock, divided by the number of Class B shares still outstanding."
"But that's not fair to the Class A stockholders," Jim interrupted. "Class B stockholders will get twice their share of the profits."
"Quite so," Spencer said. "Our venture capital company will own all of the Class B stock, and so we'll get our return on our investment in building your hotel, when you buy back our stock. Hardly an excessive gain, I might add."
"Well, when you put it that way...." Jim laughed.
"In the meantime," Spencer continued, "any decisions made at annual meetings would have to be agreed to by a majority of both Classes of stockholders, and Class B stockholders would be given seats on the board in proportion to their ownership."
"That sounds reasonable," Jim said. "But this is mighty complicated. Why don't you just offer to buy the hotel from us?"
"You can't think of a reason you wouldn't sell?" Spencer asked.
Jim thought for a few seconds. "Of course. As venture capitalists you would likely sell it as soon as you could make a profit, and that would leave the Brothers where they were before we bought it in the first place."
"Quite so."
Jim hadn't realized it, but he had been tested. Not only for his recognition of the Brothers' abiding interest in always maintaining a controlling interest in the hotel, but for his ability to recognize the important issues when faced with a business proposal. He had passed both tests.
Jim agreed to talk about the proposal privately to each of the directors the next day. He also suggested that since Spencer liked them young and tender, he seek out Peter Farrar for sex at the convocation.
Two days later, at the meeting of stockholders, Spencer King's proposal was accepted, and Jim Sessions was elected Executive Vice President and Chief Operating Officer of Olympia Plaza, Inc. Pretty good for a twenty-five year old. It also made him both the employer and an employee of Preston Brownlee, which was not as odd as it might seem, since it was Brownlee's idea. He felt that Jim was almost ready to assume control.
For the three days of the convocation, however, it was Jim's dick that was in control.