The Brotherhood

Part III

The secret of the Brotherhood was remarkably well kept. There were occasional glances among brothers, affirming their mutual bond, but the import of these silent exchanges went unnoticed by others. A week went by, and twice more I was summoned from my bed in the middle of the night to join my brothers. The time between these sessions was torture; all I could think about was how I longed to strip down and hit the mats with my buddies. But the intervals served their purpose in that they built up suspense and intensified the sexual tension, which was agonizing, but also incredibly energizing. I ran and swam and played tennis and water polo with seemingly inexhaustible stamina, and when I finally ran out of steam, I headed for the showers to rekindle the flame of my libido through the camaraderie of naked boys showering. I played a private and tantalizing game, testing how far I could permit myself to indulge in erotic fantasy before my penis became engorged. I miscalculated several times and had to turn my back to the others, furiously thinking gruesome thoughts, until my dick contracted to an acceptable size for public display. Other times my control was better and I submitted my full nakedness to the scrutiny of whoever wished to examine it, in furtively stolen glances, my dick thickening and lengthening imperceptibly to enviable, yet reasonable proportions. Soaping up my cock was out of the question.

Just when I thought I had reached the limit of attainable erotic pleasure, I crossed a threshold I vaguely remembered hearing about, but never truly imagined. It happened in the final round of a wrestling match with Ethan, one of the boys of the Brotherhood. He was a good match for me, easily as strong, maybe a little stronger. I was on my back with Ethan on top of me, the two of us naked and sweaty, and I could feel Ethan’s stiff cock grinding hard against mine. I clutched at his back and butt with my hands, trying to find a solid purchase. I loved the feel of him. He was smooth, solid muscle all over, and as I ran my hands over his naked skin, I felt a surge of energy deep in my groin. Propelled by a sudden rush of adrenaline, I heaved the full length of my body up against his, freeing my right hand, and I pushed with it against the mat behind me, our two bodies locked and rotating in unison. As I rolled on top of Ethan I felt my engorged cock swell even harder, and then – impossibly – it swelled harder still. I had never felt such a sensation. My vision blurred and my head went all fuzzy, and the sensation in my penis was incredibly intense and exquisite, and the next thing I knew, a gush of hot fluid spurted out of my throbbing cock, uncontrollably, all over Ethan.

"What the FUCK!" I heard him cry, pushing me off of him in disgust, and I fell back onto the mat unresisting, my hands cupped around the strange and slick stickiness of my dick.

"WHAT THE FUCK’S WRONG WITH YOU!" Ethan screamed at me, and I wondered too, mortified. I was speechless.

"Whoa!" Tom exclaimed, and sprang in between us. "Take it easy! Steve, throw me a towel."

Steve tossed a towel to Tom, who handed it to Ethan, and Ethan scrubbed his cum-spattered cock and abs furiously with the towel. When he finished, Tom handed the towel to me so I could clean myself up too, sheepishly.

"Get dressed, you two," Tom said. "We’re gonna have ourselves a talk. Everybody."

He motioned to the other boys to sit in a circle while Ethan and I pulled on our clothes. Then we joined them in the circle.

"What happened just now is NORMAL. Completely. One hundred per cent."

Tom paused for emphasis and looked around. "Steve and I expected this to happen," he said, motioning with his head at his fellow counselor. "And it’s going to happen again, to most of you, sooner or later."

My eyes welled up in relief and gratitude. Tom told us it was called ejaculation, that the stuff that spurted out during an ejaculation was called semen, and that semen contained the sperm that made a woman pregnant when a man and a woman had intercourse. "But you’ve heard all this before, right? In Sex Ed maybe, or from your parents?" There were nods all around. "What adults probably haven’t talked to you about is all the times guys shoot their wad when they’re NOT fucking women."

He really had our attention now; his transition into crude slang was calculated, but effective. This was the inside scoop, the stuff boys really wanted and needed to know about their bodies and the many different sexual experiences of men. Tom talked about horniness and wet dreams and jacking off, about hard ons and their unpredictability, how different boys were turned on by different things – sometimes by guys, sometimes by girls, sometimes by both, and often by nothing in particular – and how this might change during the course of our lives. 

"And if you squirt your seed all over your bud while you’re wrestling, it’s cool. No, I take that back. I think it’s HOT. It’s a tribute. A tribute of love and respect from one bud to another." All heads turned to look at me and I felt my face turn red. This time, though, I relished the attention. I was a celebrity.

Tom went on to talk to us about sex, that there were all kinds of ways to have sex, that you could have sex with boys or with girls, with one partner or several. "It’s all good," he told us, as long as you knew the possible consequences and how to take the necessary precautions, and he explained those too. "Some guys start early, and some start late. It doesn’t matter, as long as it’s right for you."

We talked almost until dawn, with increasing confidence on the part of us boys to ask Tom and Steve all the questions we had never dared to ask, and others we had never thought to ask. When we finally got up to head back to camp, Ethan approached me. "Dude," he said. "I’m sorry I yelled at you." And we embraced. When I got back to my cabin I fell into bed and slept a peaceful and contented sleep. It felt good to be a celebrity.

But celebrity, I soon learned, brings curious rewards. The next convening of the Brotherhood took place three nights later. Tom woke me up, as usual, only this time it was just me and him on the trek to the old camp site. When we entered the cabin, I saw that I was the last of the boys to arrive, and I suddenly understood that it had been planned this way. They were kneeling in a circle, waiting for me.

"Step into the circle, Todd," said Steve. Apparently it was his turn now to lead the proceedings. I complied. "Take off your shirt and your shorts and lie down" he commanded. I froze. What the hell was going on? "It’s okay," Steve said softly, and smiled. "We’re your brothers. You can trust us to do right by you."

Steve’s words reassured me and I immediately felt relaxed. Puzzled, but relaxed. I pulled my shirt over my head and stepped out of my shorts, and lay down on the mat. All eyes were on me. "Scoot back a little," Steve said, and when I did, my head bumped into someone’s legs. I looked up and it was Jon, smiling down at me. He lowered himself from his knees to a sitting position behind me and crossed his legs, pulling my head into his lap as he did.

"Last time," Steve began, "we talked about a lot of important stuff. One of the things we talked about was how guys your age jack off. Actually, it’s not just guys your age. Guys of all ages jack off, even married guys, guys with regular partners. It’s an important part of your repertoire as sexually mature males, which you will all soon be, probably sooner than you think. Todd here already is, as of the last time we met here. We were all privileged to witness the moment he reached his sexual maturity. So it’s fitting that he now demonstrate for you the act of jacking off."

"WHAT?!" I exclaimed, alarmed, and jerked myself up into a sitting position. Everyone laughed. "Relax, dude," I heard Jon say, pulling my head back into his lap.

"You don’t have to if you don’t want to," Steve said. "No one has the right to force anyone to do anything he’s not comfortable doing. But Todd, I want you to think of this as a gift from us to you, as our brother. You are all at the threshold of an incredibly important moment of transition in your lives as young males. Most guys have to go through it alone, with no one to accompany them on the journey. It doesn’t have to be that way. It shouldn’t be that way. This is a moment to be celebrated in the embrace of brothers. What do you say?"

I looked around at the expectant faces of my buddies and it became instantly clear – this was indeed a gift. I nodded yes.

The other boys had been briefed, apparently. Ethan sat down cross-legged in front of me and pulled my legs around him so that my pelvis was in his lap, as my head was cradled in Jon’s. The two of them began to caress me all over – my arms, my chest, my belly, my legs. Jon cupped my face softly in his hands and gently massaged my cheeks, then he leaned forward and stretched with his right hand over the full length of my body until it came to rest on the bulge between my legs. My cock reacted instantly to his touch, and he fondled me through my briefs as I became erect.

"Close your eyes, Todd," I heard Steve say. "Just relax and enjoy."