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TO BE A BROTHER
by Macout Mann
Chapter XIX
Conversation
Four more years had passed. It was a week before the Libra Convocation.
Jim and Tom lay side by side in Jim's room, 1201. That was not unusual. Since Tom had moved his business headquarters to Cincinnati, he spent many evenings with Jim. He often remained overnight.
They both clutched the other's soft dick from time to time, but basically they were just laid back. Memories floated through both their minds.
"I can't believe it's been sixteen years since we first had sex. Right across the hall," Tom mused.
"I was so fucking naïve," Jim giggled.
"There've been some other innocent prospectives," Tom laughed. "We've opened the eyes of quite a few guys though. I can't count the number of prospectives I've tapped."
"Well," Jim responded, "I could never have dreamed, when you first brought me here, that I'd wind up running the fucking hotel."
"And now it's been voted the finest independently-owned large hotel in the country. And you've been profiled in national magazines and been elected president of the Association of American Innkeepers."
"Yeah, I was the only one stupid enough to agree to take the job.
"But it tickles the hell out of me, when these big chains try to buy the Olympia Plaza. The board turns them down. Then they try a hostile takeover, but can't find anybody that'll sell them stock."
"Sure enough," Tom laughed. "They don't realize that it's not dollars and cents but dicks and asses that motivate the stockholders.
"Also you had the brilliant idea that instead of declaring dividends, the corporation would contribute to the Brothers, so the stockholders wouldn't have to bear so much of the burden. They'd not only not to have to pay tax on dividends, but now would contribute less to the 501."
"I gotta say," Jim continued, "that I think one secret to the hotels success is our policy of favoring gays in hiring. They are more dedicated. They are more willing to respond when a situation arises. It is easier for them to react in a crisis."
"But what do you do about the bitchy faggots? We've even had a couple of them get nominated as prospectives."
"Oh we hire one from time to time. But it's like you say. Like the bitchy prospectives never make it past the first evaluation, when we make mistakes, our other employees complain about them so much that the bad choices soon get fired for cause."
"But don't the gays...?"
"Oh sure. We get a lot of guys fucking off in linen closets. But when they work, their efficiency more than makes up for their sexual vagaries.
"Hell, Tom, aren't you more productive after you've shot your wad?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Tom giggled. "I'm not so distracted."
"God knows where I would have wound up if Craig Pirie hadn't taken an interest in me," Jim mused.
"He's going to be here for the convocation," Tom said. "Do you ever see him these days?"
"Oh yes. He stays here whenever he's in town. We usually have dinner. He's still straight as an arrow."
"Well, if it wasn't for the Piries," Tom mused, "I probably never would've gotten into public relations. It was their recommendations that got me hired in Chicago."
"And now you've got your own firm with offices all over and a cover story in Forbes about how miraculous your counsel is. `Wisdom from the Wonderboy' was the title, wasn't it?
"But my advice all just boils down to `follow the Golden Rule.' That's what my first boss taught me."
"And you aren't all that religious," Jim grinned.
"By the way," Tom asked, changing the subject, "have you given any thought to having the bartenders go naked this convocation?"
"Hardly," Jim laughed. "I do want to keep our liquor license. But we may change their uniform for the occasion. You expecting a real hot crowd?"
"Lots of old boys. Spencer will be here. He loves to take you on."
"But as I'm getting older, I'd rather tap the younger ones. I envy you. You always get first choice."
"Only if they say they want be a Brother," Tom said. "Spencer's son, Percy, is bringing a prospective. Maybe you can have him. Another Yalee. We're getting more Ivies than anything else these days. But somebody's bringing a boy from Ohio State."
"Percy's turned out to be a real horn dog. I remember he was really hung up when he first came. Besides me, the only virgin ever to be a prospective. But once his cherry was busted, he really got with the program."
"Well we've got one old boy who had to cancel."
"Oh?"
"Remember Dale Carson?"
"I think so. He'd have to be almost fifty, wouldn't he?"
"Yeah. That's the one.
"Well, he runs a local supermarket chain in St. Louis. Got busted in Forest Park yesterday. Soliciting a vice cop. You gotta wonder how somebody like him would be out in a fucking park looking for a trick."
"Not hard to figure. Depravity is attractive to all of us. And some of us have got to yield to temptation."
"I guess," Tom said. "It's not the Twentieth Century any more, but still if you are out looking for sex where kids and families are hanging out, you've got to expect to get arrested."
"Well, there aren't any kids or families here, and all this talk has got me horny again. One more time, bro."