They Are A-OK Ch. 42

"Are you ready?" He gasped.

Not knowing what I was supposed to be prepared for, I nodded. He pulled back like a great beast preparing a second assault. His cock nearly left my body. I clamped my eyes shut as he drove his prick back into my body. The second assault caused far less pain. I opened my eyes and looked up at his face as he began fucking me in earnest. I saw his face contort with sexual fulfillment as he thrust his cock in and out of my ass. I willed my rectal muscles to relax and pain gave way to pure bliss. He was gasping and panting. My heart was racing and my partially flaccid cock was leaking copious amounts of the fluid that is the precursor to the arrival of ejaculate.

"Fred!" He wailed as he buried his cock deep in my bowels.

His entire body seemed to tense. I felt the warmth of his seed as his jerking cock erupted inside me. He held on to me as his climax continued. A minute later I was empty except for the musky remnant of his orgasm that slowly oozed from my now expanded anus. He crawled onto the bed with me and pulled me into his arms. He seemed to be fighting for each breath. I caressed him as we cuddled.

"Oh fuck, you really are perfect for the group," He declared when his voice returned.

"That was amazing, Bill. Thank you for teaching me what it is really like to make love with a man," I responded.

"Did I take your virginity?" He asked while smiling broadly.

I admitted that his had been the first cock in my ass. He told that he wanted his ass to be the first I fucked in that case.

There was a great deal of what I thought was rather off the mark interpretation after Ol' Fred's passage ended. Stephen and Hiram seemed determined to mark the incident as the turning point that led our founder deeper into a gay lifestyle. What came through to me while reading the pairs long interpretations was that these men harbored some self-loathing toward their own homosexual activities. Though I was still anxious to read more of Ol' Fred's writings my suspicions about Stephen and Hiram brought my interest in learning more about them to the forefront. To do that I would have to return to the secret chamber and retrieve their journals. I knew it would require reading between the lines to confirm my opinions about the duo.

A knock on my door interrupted my scheming about getting back upstairs without being seen. I jumped out of bed and went to the door without bothering to grab a robe to cover my nakedness. I was within the safety of the house. It was all but impossible for anyone but a brother to be on the other side of the door. I had long lost any modesty or inhibitions toward AOK members, past or present.

"Fuck, looks like you are ready for my visit!" Kyle Phelps said jovially before pulling me into a bear hug.

A couple of new brothers walked by as we were hugging in the open doorway. They were clearly more than a little interested in the big handsome guy that their naked president was hugging so enthusiastically. If it hadn't been so long since I had seen Kyle, I might have given them the opportunity to experience my old friend's huge sausage. Instead I gave them a look that clearly said move the fuck on as I pulled the big teddy bear into my room.

"What the fuck are you doing here? I thought you were too busy being a captain of industry in California," I joked as I closed and locked my door.

"I wanted to see you; thought maybe you could use a friend after I heard about Adam," He said.

I didn't react to the surprising news that he knew about Adam's disappearing act.

"That sweet lady you're living with doesn't mind you coming to visit and old boyfriend?" I asked trying to change the subject.

Kyle had found a very understanding girl and shared his entire sexual history as they fell in love. Last I knew he was well on his way to marriage and a lifetime of no more cock.

"Shelly and I split. Even though she thought she could deal with my past and even helped me by allowing a dildo to become part of our sex life, she couldn't handle the reality of having a bi boyfriend. She tried when I told her I needed a real cock occasionally. Hell, she even decided to try watching. That was a mistake. Seeing her big strong man actually go down on a cock was too much I guess," He explained.

"I'm sorry, Kyle."

"It's cool. I knew it wasn't right for me. You got lucky with Julia. I doubt I will end up with the whole marriage thing. Well unless I find a guy and they work out the gay marriage issue someday."

"You really think you would marry a guy?" I asked surprised by the revelation.

"Yeah, but I came here to help you. Are you really as ok as you seem? I didn't get that impression when I saw Julia and Zack earlier."

"Fuck, I guess I do seem a little weird to them right now. I can't say Adam's little surprise didn't fuck with me. What did you hear by the way?"

"Mostly mysterious shit. You know I am a VP of a company where he is a major shareholder. All we were told was that we would be sending his reports to someone else. So I called Reggie. He told me that Adam was sequestering himself and getting help with some issues. Fuck, it sounded like he was getting help for drug addiction. He isn't a drug addict is he?"

"Well, I don't know everything about the situation either, but it isn't drugs. Oh fuck, Adam didn't talk to me, Reggie did. I got a note from Adam. Anyway, there is some fucked up shit in his past and he thinks he is fucked up psychologically from it or some shit. So I guess you would say he committed his ass to a nut house."

"Adam isn't crazy!" Kyle insisted.

"You don't know him like I do. Fuck, maybe he is. Maybe I am too. The fucking dark side came out big time since this shit went down," I admitted.

"I know it hurts the way he left, but you know if he really had issues, maybe he didn't think he could go if he saw you in person. I know he loves you. If it would help you can let that dark side loose on my ass," He offered.

"Careful what you offer up there. There is more than just him leaving though," I told Kyle knowing I was on the verge of breaking a secret pledge.

"What else is going on?"

"He had some information delivered to me. Stuff even Reggie doesn't know. But I pledged on my honor as a brother not to share."

"Fuck, John you can't drop a bomb and then not explain," He insisted.

I don't know where the idea came from, but I knew that one of the peers on the list was a very old man. He needed to name a successor anyway. I wanted that name to be Kyle Phelps. It seemed reasonable to me that I should have a say in the decision since I would be spending decades working with whoever was chosen.

"Wait here, I will be right back."

I grabbed my robe and threw it on as I headed out of the room to use the brotherhood office. Colin Steiner and one of the new brothers were there working. Neither protested when I asked them to leave so I could work in private. I went to the private files and found the contact information for Nelson August Fieldmeister. He was the last remaining original member of what I feared was an unholy covenant. As I dialed his private number, I tried to imagine how the newest member of the group could possibly convince the octogenarian

"Hello Brother Nelson, I'm John Campanelli. I'm..."

"I know who you are. Greetings brother. But why is the young president of our brotherhood calling me? Surely, you can't think my old cock could still be used," He said in what I took to be a joke.

"Sir, if that was something you desired, I would make every effort to give you pleasure."

"Oh to have such a young, handsome, viral brother suck upon my ancient cock would be a true delight. But I fear you would be working long and hard on an almost useless piece of flaccid skin," He replied truthfully. "But were you to want to fuck an old man, a visit would always be welcome."

"I would come if you called. But sex is not the reason for this call. There is a very serious matter I must discuss with you. Are you aware that Adam has made me his replacement in the Society of Protectors?"

I was sure he had stopped breathing for several seconds. I did not need words to tell me that I had given him new information.

"I have not been called upon by the society for a few years now. But this is not a subject for the phone, John."

"Perhaps not. But I have a pressing issue I want you to address. I believe it is time you named your successor and I have a candidate," I told him.

"I do not dispute your belief that it is time for me to pass on my position. It is a subject that weighs upon me as I am no longer robust enough to care for the society's secrets. I would be well rid of the burden I have carried for so long. But I can not simply let you name my replacement. I must meet this peer to judge his worthiness."

"He is in the house now. I could bring him to see you. It is less than two hours drive; we could be there soon."

"Very well, but remember your oath. Do not tell him of the society."

I hurried back to my room and informed Kyle that there was someone I wanted him to meet. He insisted I give him more information but I steadfastly refused. I had him drive and I navigated. He was clearly surprised when we pulled up in front of an exclusive nursing home. Even though Kyle had no idea how exclusive the place was, it was obvious that only the very rich could afford to live there. Only a small number of the brothers knew about the private home the AOK maintained for members who no longer could care for themselves. There were thirty men living there.

Nelson Fieldmeister occupied a large corner apartment on the top floor. The busty nurse maintained a business like demeanor as she escorted us all the way to his door. Her uniform seemed purposely designed to mask what I believed to be a fairly hot looking body. I suppose even in old age the AOK brothers were a randy bunch. She waited until the ring of the bell was acknowledged before escorting us into the apartment. Brother Nelson was sitting in a wheelchair with his back to us, seemingly staring out a picture window.

"Your guests have arrived," The nurse announced as she approached the old man.

"Anne, how nice you came with them," Nelson said in a cheery voice as she turned his chair around.

His obvious blindness made it clear that he had not been enjoying the view.

"Well describe them to me, Anne. Are they a couple of hot studs?" Nelson asked eliciting a giggle from the suddenly friendly nurse.

"Well forgetting for the moment that my appetites are not the same as yours, I would say these young gentlemen would be your type," She said clearly indicating that we weren't her type.

"Now Anne, I know that you have no use for cock, being a pussy licker, but I am sure you can manage a better appraisal than that," Nelson insisted.

The nurse didn't show the slightest hint of annoyance at the old man's crude way of describing her sexual preference.

"August, they're very sexy and if I was an old cock sucker like you, I would no doubt be drooling right now," She responded clearly teasing a favorite patient.

He laughed and thanked her.

"Don't get him too excited boys," She warned on her way out.

"Fuck that, if you can get this old cock aroused go for it!" He insisted.

"We need to talk first, brother. I'm John, greetings sir. This is my friend and brother Kyle Phelps," I said as I approached the frail looking old man.

"Greetings, my young brothers. It is a pity you are all business," He said as I took his hand in mine.

"Greetings brother Nelson," Kyle said like a proper AOK.

"Bend down so I can touch your face," Nelson demanded.

Each of us knelt in front of him and guided his hand to our faces. As he touched Kyle's face he looked as if he was trying to recall something.

"Didn't I meet you before, brother?"

"Yes, sir when I was a pledge. We spent some time together one evening."

"Sadly, my memory of days long past is better than those of more recent occurrences. Did we fuck?"

"That would depend on how you define fuck. We had an intimate encounter."

The old man smiled.

"I will insist on more details later. For now I suppose there is business to discuss," Nelson said in what seemed a sad voice.

"I do not understand what business you could have with me and my friend has been uncharacteristically circumspect on the matter," Kyle told the frail man.

"He takes his duties seriously as do I. This will make our conversation somewhat difficult and very likely confusing to you...Wait are you the Kyle with the huge cock?" Nelson asked perking up.

Kyle blushed and seemingly didn't know how to respond.

"It seems your memory is better than you let on, sir," I answered for my friend.

"A cock like that is not easily erased from memory," Nelson said while flashing a broad smile in Kyle's general direction.

Though I wasn't sure how I felt about it, I was certain that something sexual would be happening in that apartment before Kyle and I left.

"Anyway, young man, your friend believes that you are worthy of a great honor which carries with it an even greater burden. It is a burden that was entrusted to me long ago by a dear friend of mine. Sadly, that friend is no longer living to share the burden. It is younger men who are my colleagues in the important endeavor; the youngest and newest of these being John. Your being close friends would be a benefit to you both in carrying out the duties that he believes I should hand over to you. So, on the face of things it would be in the best interest of our purpose if you are in fact suited to the position," Nelson began to explain while trying hard not to violate his oath.

"I am sorry, Sir, but I am not grasping your meaning," Kyle interrupted.

"Kyle, let him continue. It is difficult to explain this thing since we are bound by oath not to speak of it outside of those who are a part of the thing," I said while gripping my friends arm.

"How the hell can I understand what you are talking about if you can not tell me about the thing?" Kyle asked sounding more frustrated than I have ever known him to be.

"Young man, what I can tell you is that there exists within our brotherhood a level that is in a way exalted beyond even the senior peers. It exceeds the authority of the president and chancellor. It is also extremely exclusive and is kept secret from all but those who are members."

I was glad that Nelson was blind and could not see Kyle's expression. It was clear to me that he thought he was listening to the ravings of senility. I squeezed his arm again and gave him a look that I hoped indicated that the old man was speaking of a very real group.

"For just over forty years I have carried the burden of the honor. It would be the easiest thing in the world to hand it over and be rid of my final concern in life. I spent much time contemplating a successor. I came to the conclusion that it was best not to make a selection," Nelson continued.

That statement puzzled me. But I remained silent in the hopes that he would explain himself.

"It is not unprecedented for a member to die without naming his replacement. When that happens it is left to the remaining members to fill the position. But now I am presented with a new possibility. I know that I may live many more years as my body and mind slowly decay. That could mean that I would for a long time hold a position I am not capable of executing. Naming you upon John's recommendation would solve that problem. But I must know that you are willing and able to protect the brotherhood as I have been," Nelson said coming close to revealing too much.

"Sir, I still do not truly know what is being asked of me. But many times I have pledged all that I am and perhaps ever will be to the brotherhood. I do not see how I can offer more than that," Kyle said earnestly.

"You have pledged your honor, your future wealth and even your balls to us, but what we will ask of you in exchange for the greatest honor is even more," Nelson said sounding sad.

Kyle knelt at Nelson's feet and placed his hand on the man's frail thigh.

"Sir, I swear that no matter the burden, I will honor you and all of my brothers. I will do whatever is required to the best of my abilities in the service of the AOK. I will always protect as the bear sow protects its cubs," Kyle pledged summing some great courage from deep within.

"I believe you will," Nelson acknowledged with tears in his eyes.

The old man reached out and touched Kyle's cheek.

"I bestow upon you my position in the Society of Protectors of the Brotherhood of Alpha Theta Kappa. May you always guide it with love and care and may your life be rewarded for your service," Nelson said in a formal tone.

It was strange to hear the words Alpha Theta Kappa spoken. Generally, our frat was simply called AOK or the brotherhood. It was equally strange to see the two men before me. Kyle was clearly filled with confusion, while Nelson took on an unmistakable look of peace. The burden left him the moment he said the words.

Nelson moved his hand to the back Kyle's neck and nudged him forward. My friend took the old man's meaning immediately and moved his face to Nelson's face. Their deep kiss was surreal. Kyle the big young teddy bear of a man juxtaposed with the seeming tiny, frail old man made for a truly odd couple. After the kiss, Nelson suggested that an exchange of semen would be a good way to seal the changing of the guard. Kyle agreed and began to undress. I stood back, planning to watch as I had not received an invitation.

"John, please don't be shy, join us," Nelson said as he began to fondle Kyle's huge cock with his gnarled fingers.

I undressed as I watched Kyle's cock come to life for the old man. I knelt beside Kyle and opened Nelson's robe. He lifted his bony ass up so that I could slip his expensive pajama bottoms down. His cock lay lifeless amid a mass of long, white hair. When I began to fondle him, I discovered that his cock felt much like any flaccid tool I had touched. If I had closed my eyes it would have been easy enough to imagine that I was playing with a younger man's dick. But I choose not to do that. No matter my lack of sexual attraction toward him, I wanted to know that it was a respected old man's cock I was pleasuring.

I turned to look up at Kyle and found to my surprise that his expression was one I would say indicated sexual desire. I had not imagined that he would find the old man any more alluring than I did. Although the old man seemed to be enjoying my attentions he had not lied about the likelihood of his cock becoming erect. It remained nearly flaccid as I played with it and his balls. I looked up at Nelson's face hoping to be relieved of my task when I caught his eye. All I saw was desire and joy in his then sparkling eyes. Age seemed to be melting away as he fondled Kyle's equipment.

Nelson slipped an arm around Kyle and groped about until he found and grabbed his ample ass cheek. I had to move to the side of the wheel chair as the old man nudged Kyle forward. Nelson leaned forward and licked a drop of precum from Kyle's fully engorged cock. He pulled my big friend closer and took that fat cock head into his mouth. I was mesmerized watching Nelson slowly swallow the long thick shaft. The old man was clearly a practiced and accomplished cock sucker. He seemed to have no problem taking that fat prick into his throat. I looked up at Kyle's face. His eyes were closed and he had the unmistakably dreamy expression of a man fully enjoying a sexual experience.

Nelson's cock began to show a little more life as he slid his lips up and down Kyle's meat. Soon my friend's breathing and soft moans betrayed his growing excitement.

"Oh fuck, god, you're... oh shit, gonna make me oh god, fucking cum!" Kyle gasped.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, the old man hummed while continuing to suck Kyle's cock.