"Was all that shit for real?" He asked excitedly as I pulled out of the long driveway.
"Well the sex was definitely real. You have for sure been given a new position, which will require some more explanation. As for what our ancient brother told us, I don't actually have a fucking clue. But in spite of his obvious senility, I think every word was the truth as he has believed it to be for a long time," I answered honestly.
"What the fuck have you gotten me involved in, babe?" He asked sounding worried.
On the trip home I told him everything I knew so far about the Society of Protectors. About midway, I stopped for gas, a piss and to make a phone call. Zack answered and I told him that I was going to be tied up with AOK business for a couple more days. My lover displayed his characteristic innocence and trust. He didn't show the slightest hint of doubt in me.
"Don't worry, baby, Julia and I will take care of each other while you're too busy for us," He taunted before handing the phone over to her.
"That damn brotherhood of yours is cutting into my cock time now!" She joked after I delivered the news to her.
"I love you too," I replied.
She laughed and told me that she understood. Although I knew I didn't have anything to worry about I felt a pang of what can only be called jealousy when she hung up. Knowing that the two of them would be fucking their brains out in my absence was the cause. None of the three of us had reason to be concerned. We loved each other equally and had perfect freedom to fuck anyone else we wished. There was never a reason for deception. Had I told them I was off for a few days of wild sex with Kyle and bevy of whores they would have been equally comfortable. Though I had told the truth about brotherhood business, I wished I could have told them the whole truth.
It was nearly ten when we got back to the house. Being the middle of the week the area around the AOK mansion was deserted and quiet. Carlos my recent playmate was on the door when we entered. He smiled broadly as he greeted us properly.
"It is good to see you again so soon, sir," He added as if he was hoping for a repeat session.
"It is always good to see my new little brothers," I replied. "This is Kyle Phelps, a respected peer and treasured friend of mine."
"Greetings, brother, I am Carlos. It is my pleasure to meet you," Our sexy little brother informed Kyle.
"Greetings brother. Who is your friend?" Kyle asked.
Sitting on the sofa in the small front parlor was another of the new brothers. Though I had seen him, we had not yet met formally. As he approached us, I thought he looked familiar but not in the sense that actually knew him.
"Greetings brothers," He said stiffly as he offered his hand.
He was about six-one and solidly built. I later learned that he was a rugby player. He had a wild look in his grayish eyes and wore his hair short and spiky. The tips of his once brown hair were dyed almost white. His tee shirt clung to his well developed chest. His semi-erect cock created an impressive bulge in his AOK gym shorts. I would later learn that he had a thick cock that was just under seven inches. What pubic hair he didn't remove was dyed to match the tips of his spikes. Had I not had more pressing matters to deal with, I might have fucked him right there in the parlor. It was obvious that he and Carlos had been fooling around.
"Greetings brother, "I said as I took his hand. "I am sorry, but my absence has caused a gap in my knowledge. I do not know your name, brother."
"I am Horatio Fieldmeister, but I prefer Nelson my middle name," He informed me.
I immediately knew why he looked so familiar.
"Are you related to Nelson August Fieldmeister?" I asked already sure of the answer.
"Yes sir, he is my great-grandfather. I am very proud to be the third Fieldmeister to be an AOK," He responded excitedly. "Do you know my gramps?"
"We have only recently met. He is an extraordinary gentleman and very interesting."
I was very curious about his being a legacy. As far as I knew he was the only current legacy in AOK. Being a legacy meant he knew his great grandfather and at least one other male member of his family had sex with other men.
"What other Fieldmeister is in the brotherhood?" I asked.
"My grandfather was an AOK, but he has passed."
"Your father did not choose to join the brotherhood?" Kyle asked revealing that he was also very curious.
"He did not get the chance. My parents were killed in a plane crash with my grandfather when I was two. My father had only been in college a year and was just nominated to pledge. I was raised by gramps. He is more of a father to me than anyone."
"I am sorry for your early losses and would like to talk more to you about your family sometime," I said truthfully.
"I would be happy to talk to you anytime on any subject, sir. But I think I can answer the question you most want to ask now. It is the question that always looms when a brother learns of my family history. I never had sex with gramps. He taught me about his sexual history and encouraged me to be free and open to all things. He did not ever try to influence my choices beyond that. I knew about the unique aspects of the brotherhood and chose to join on my own without any interference from him."
"Thank you for honesty. But that is only part of what I imagined we would talk about. Are you free tomorrow afternoon to spend some time with brother Kyle and me?"
"I am in class until about three-thirty and have brotherhood duties at six-thirty. Would four to six work for you?"
"It's a date," I said not bothering to ask Kyle if he had any interest in fucking another Fieldmeister.
I was pretty sure that young Nelson was aware that I wanted him for more than talk.
"Carlos, I suggest you tend more to your duties and less to Nelson until your relief comes," I said casually as Kyle and I headed for the stairs.
"You really are a huge fucking perv! Did you really think that old man was fucking his great-grandson?" Kyle asked as soon as we were upstairs and out of ear shot.
"Fuck, not really, but you got to admit it is different. Nelson sent off his son and their sons to be AOKs, knowing all that he knows. It has to change the experience having so much information before you even get here," I insisted.
"I guess, but they aren't the only legacies," Kyle responded as we went into my room.
"The chronicles list some, but they are rare, babe. Think about it, if things had worked out with Shelly and you had kids, would you have told your boys about the brotherhood?"
"No, I guess not. But what about you; what the fuck will you tell any sons you have? How are you going to explain your relationship with Julia and Zack?"
"I am not sure how it will go, but obviously my kids will have a different perspective than most kids. It's likely they are going to be raised on the island."
"What?"
"We've talked about it; all three of us. If we decide someday to have kids we agree that it won't work anywhere else. It would be too confusing for them if they lived in suburbia. Can you fucking imagine them bringing their friends home? Oh this is my dad, this my mom and this is my Zack. Who is Zack? Oh he is my dad's boyfriend and he fucks my mom too."
"So are you guys thinking of kids, really?"
"Not at the moment. Right now all I am thinking about is what is in your pants," I informed him changing the subject.
"Oh really? I thought you only had eyes for little Horatio," Kyle teased.
"Well I am planning to fuck that sweet thing soon. But right now, I think you and I should hit the shower and then have some fun while we wait for it to be late enough for me to show you the secret chamber of the Society of Protectors."
"All that shit is for real, huh?"
