THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Jaime

Written by Lady Poetess
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story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.


ONE

Justin Randall Timberlake sighed miserably and pulled his knees to
his chin, wishing to goddamned hell that the cold would go away.
The silence of the deserted bus depot was slowly wrecking havoc on
his nerves, making him fear for his safety. Once, he had thought
himself fearless and invincible, a seventeen-year old kid with
nothing to fear. Now, he was aware that the dark could hide any
number of predators that preyed on fools like him.

Shifting his numbed legs so that he could at least get some blood
circulating to his lower extremities, Just wondered what happened
to the bus. The ticket was like a lead in his shirt pocket, he
never for a second forgetting its presence. It was this ticket
that would take him and all his worldly possessions - a knapsack
with his clothes and a wallet with fifteen dollars, a few photos
of him and his stepbrother Jaime-Robbie Reyne, and memories of the
good times he had with his stepbrother.

When he planned to leave, he had rather foolishly considered
leaving a dramatic note to Jimmy Rob, as he called his
stepbrother, revealing how much unbrotherly-like feelings Just had
secretly harbored for Jimmy Rob. Jimmy Rob was the school football
and swim team captain, a king of cool as far as Just and everyone
at their school considered, but Jimmy Rob was more than a cute guy
to Just. Jimmy Rob was Just's big brother, best friend, and
protector. It was Jimmy Rob that patiently stood by and encouraged
Just to try walking again after an accident that left Just
temporarily paralyzed from waist down when Just was nine. Just, on
Jimmy Rob's encouragement and support, took up gymnastics
seriously. Just found a serious hobby he could channel his
restlessness into and if he wasn't in juvenile detention by the
time he was thirteen, it was Jimmy Rob that made him what he was
today.

The only secret Just kept from Jimmy Rob and his family was Just's
sexuality. By the time he was fourteen, Just knew that he lusted
after men and was a regular at the seedy bathrooms and adult movie
theatres in town, where he learned to use his boyish looks and
slender, muscular frame to enjoy every pleasure his body could
feel and receive. As his sexual appetite became more and more
voracious, he couldn't overlook the fact that Jimmy Rob made him
feel lust that was far more devastatingly acute than any of his
feelings for his temporary lovers. It wasn't that Jimmy Rob was
handsome - he wasn't, Jimmy Rob was an ordinary looking guy whose
face hadn't any particularly attractive and distinguishing
feature. What made Jimmy Rob popular with the girls was his solid
reliability. He was a player that changed his girlfriends so
regularly that Just couldn't keep count if he wanted to, but when
one received his transient affections, Jimmy Rob could make this
person feel like a god. And Just had felt like a god for as long
as he could remember since the Reynes adopted him when he was a
five-year-old wild kid Social Services had given up on.

Just tried to banish his memories. There was no going back now. He
had burned his bridges the moment he left the only home he knew.
How could he go back? He could blame Jimmy Rob's four football
teammates, he supposed. Those motherfuckers caught Just leaving a
gay adult theatre three weeks ago and correctly guessed what Just
did in the darkness of the theatre. Just used his fists and legs
and fought back as hard as he could, but the four fuckers managed
to overpower him and put him through four hours of pure hell as
they dragged him to a deserted field and took turns beating and
raping him until he prayed for death to release him from the
degradation and agony he was experiencing.

He didn't know how Jimmy Rob found him, but once Just wept and
told his stepbrother what happened, Jimmy Rob immediately hopped
on his father's truck and drove over to the house where the four
fuckers were getting high together. With a crowbar, Jimmy Rob
proceeded to beat the shit out of them. He would have killed them
if the sheriff hadn't intervened.

Now, Jimmy Rob was expelled from school just two months before he
graduated, his chances at a football scholarship shot straight to
hell, every friend of his had abandoned him, and the many bigoted
people that lived in their town of Gentry started treating the
Reynes like town pariahs. When Just watched as their long-time
friends and neighbors began shunning his adopted family, he
realized that it was his fault that he had destroyed the lives of
his family. He should have kept his raging lust in control, maybe
he shouldn't have told Jimmy Rob - so many maybes and should-
haves. Either way, he knew he had no choice but to leave the only
family he knew and loved. Leaving Mom and Dad were hard enough,
but it was leaving Jimmy Rob and his gentle, sober presence in his
life that was the hardest to bear.

"I'm so sorry, Jimmy Rob," Just whispered as he rubbed angrily at
his eyes. Damn these thoughts. Stop thinking of Jimmy Rob, he told
himself. Jimmy Rob would never be what Just wanted him to be. That
man was fucking straight, and besides, how could Jimmy Rob even
bear to stand Just after what Just did to his life? Jimmy Rob
talked about leaving Gentry often enough. Just had destroyed his
chances at doing so.

"Just?"

Just looked up and wiped away at his tears as he gazed in
disbelief at Jimmy Rob walking up to him. Was he dreaming? No, it
was really his beloved stepbrother. "You're under house
detention," Just told him, remembering Sheriff Lowder's harsh
orders.

"You're still weak and you should be resting at home," Jimmy Rob
said. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked harshly. "Are you
running away from us after what we have done for you?"

What? Just gazed at Jimmy Rob in bewilderment. "I ruined your
life, Jimmy Rob. I don't want people to hate our family, so I must
go away. That's the only way I can make amends for the problems I
caused."

"Bullshit," his stepbrother said. He stood before Just and his
expression was dark and forbidding. Just had never seen Jimmy Rob
looking this furious before and he couldn't help but to push
himself back along the bench a few inches. "You are my family,
Just," Jimmy Rob continued. "I take care of my family. What I did
has nothing to do with you. No, I don't hate you, Just. I don't
blame you."

"I should have been normal like everyone else," Just told him
bitterly.

"Oh? Who says you aren't normal? You have two eyes, a nose, a
mouth, yup, you look like a normal guy alright." In a gentler,
more teasing tone, Jimmy Rob told Just, "I don't hate you for
being gay. Mom and Dad don't either. And what you did... well,
sneaking around those places wasn't smart, but I sneaked around
too to fuck around and I wasn't smart myself either." He reached
out and wiped away a tear falling down Just's cheek with his
thumb. "Let me be responsible for my actions, Just."

"I love you," Just said. It wasn't wise, perhaps, but he had to
say it. It was the most natural thing to say to Jimmy Rob.

"Yeah, and I love you too," Jimmy Rob said. "You're my best
friend."

At that answer, there was a little twinge of disappointment in his
heart, one that he was used to feeling every time he had to force
himself to realize that Jimmy Rob loving him back the way he so
desperately loved that young man would always be a very
bittersweet fantasy.

"You don't believe me?" Jimmy Rob said, misreading Just's
expression. "Where shall I start? How about you making me laugh
when no one else can? Really, really laugh, I mean, like when you
will tell me those outrageously rude things about everyone in town
and make fun of how serious I am. I can count on you to make me
see things in a different way. When I broke my leg and had to skip
out on that big tryout last year, remember? We watched TV all
night together and you made me laugh so hard when you made fun of
all the stereotypes and cliches in those movies. I laughed so hard
that Dad yelled at me to shut up because the neighbors were
complaining. That's why you are my best friend, Just. You make
life less serious for me, and I don't get so mad at myself when I
can't succeed always like I wanted to."

Oh, when Just was old and had nothing to dream about, he would
remember Jimmy Rob's words and die without regrets. These words
were enough - he had no right for anything more, right? But they
were enough for him, and he threw his arms around his stepbrother
and embraced him hard in a meagre expression of his gratitude.
"Jimmy Rob," he sobbed. "You are so good... too good for me."

"Don't say that, you dumb fuck," Jimmy Rob said, his voice a
little strained, as he tightened his muscular arms around Just's
torso.

"I love you so much," Just echoed, "so, so much."

They both froze as they heard the bus pulling into the depot.

"Don't leave," Jimmy Rob whispered, breaking the embrace to look
pleadingly at Just. His eyes were so bleak, so beautiful, Just
couldn't bear to look at them. "Please."

Just wanted to ease the pain Jimmy Rob was feeling. Without really
thinking, he did what felt natural and right. He hesitantly
brought his head forward a little, but his hesitance melted when
his lips touched Jimmy Rob's. With a soft moan of need, he kissed
the other young man. Please, open, he begged silently as he coaxed
Jimmy Rob's lips with the brushing of his own lips against Jimmy
Rob's, often pausing to let the tip of his tongue trace the
contour of Jimmy Rob's lips. After a heartbeat, Jimmy Rob was
kissing him back. Just almost died from shock when he realized
that Jimmy Rob's tongue was in his mouth and erotically rubbing
against Just's. He was dreaming - he had to be dreaming. And he
prayed he would never wake up from this dream.





TWO

Just moaned in delight when Jimmy Rob thrust his thick cock
through Just's tight anal pucker with a roar. "Tight, so fucking
tight," Jimmy Rob growled as he kneaded Just's buttcheeks, staring
at the sight of his cock embedded to the hilt in his stepbrother's
tight and hairy asshole. "Jesus," he whispered, withdrawing
slightly, and closed his eyes briefly at the indescribably
pleasurable sensation of Just's muscular ass clenching around the
rigid shaft of his penis like a vise in protest of his withdrawal.

"Fuck me, Jimmy Rob," Just said in impatience. "Come on, prove to
me the rumors about your fucking skills."

Just gasped when Jimmy Rob thrust savagely deep and then withdrew
steadily, and his breathing began coming in short bursts when
Jimmy Rob proceeded to ravish his bubble butt mercilessly. The
pain was overriding Just's senses, accentuating the fiery
explosions of pleasure from his abused prostate as it swelled
under Jimmy Rob's savage pistoning of his muscular thighs. "Oh,
oh, oh," Just chanted breathlessly as his entire body seemed to be
on the verge of exploding to pieces - the pleasure was so potent.
No one had fucked him like this, no one came even close! Just
thought he could feel every imprint of the thickened ridges of the
veins on Jimmy Rob's obscenely large dick burning on the walls of
his anus, hell, Jimmy Rob filled him so completely to bursting
point that he prayed his stepbrother wouldn't poke a hole against
the roof of Just's rectum with the man's increasingly brutal
thrusts. He could only gripped onto the sheets of the motel room
bed and rammed his butt hard against Jimmy Rob's crotch each time
the man thrust deep, clenching his ass so that he could squeeze
every drop of precum from his stepbrother's fat cock.

And Just threw his head back and screamed when his orgasm seized
hold and spread like wildfire from his gloriously abused prostate
to every nerve of his body, his entire body shuddering from the
powerful flood of glorious, delicious sensations of pleasure
washing over him. It lasted like forever, Just lost in his
personal climax, until he collapsed and Jimmy Rob had to hold his
hips up even as he collapsed on his face onto the bed.

"I'm not done yet," Jimmy Rob growled.

"Please, I can't take it. My ass is on fire. Let me suck you off
instead," Just begged.

Jimmy Rob reluctantly withdrew. After a slow kiss with Just, he
moved to straddle Just's face and thrust his cock into Just's
mouth. This time, Jimmy Rob was the one to beg for mercy as Just
began demonstrating why he was the favorite twink of the regulars
in the glory hole haunts of Gentry.

As their sweat-slicked bodies cooled under the whirring fan hours
later after they had extinguished for now their passion, Just
finally looked at Jimmy Rob and smiled. Jimmy Rob smiled back, his
hand pushing back a stray curl from Just's forehead. Outside, it
was almost dawn.

"What have we done?" Just asked aloud.

"I don't know, but I don't mind doing it again," Jimmy Rob said.

"Are you okay?" Just asked, concerned. It wasn't everyday that
one's dreams came true and his stepbrother fucked the shit out of
him. "You want to talk about what we have just done?"

"I don't know. I've always thought I'm straight. Maybe I'm
bisexual. I don't know." Jimmy Rob kissed Just's shoulder. "But
I'm serious when I said I love you and I want to do this again.
Who knows? Maybe love doesn't care about labels. Maybe what we did
was right and there's no point worrying about it."

"You're amazing. It took me a long time to get used to the idea of
being gay," said Just. "I still hated myself sometimes, wishing
that I could be straight. That was because I love you so much,
Jimmy Rob, and it hurt like hell knowing we could never meant to
be..."

"Never? You have me, Just. I've come in your mouth and three more
times up your ass after. If all that didn't count as me fucking
you, how else can I have you?" Jimmy Rob teased. "Do you want me
to get on my knees and declare my love to you? Buy you a car?"

Just chuckled and pushed at his stepbrother's chest playfully.
"Run away with me," he urged Jimmy Rob. "We'll tell Mom and Dad
goodbye and move to somewhere else where we can both live together
without worrying about other people hating us. We'll rent a place,
I'll work the night shift at 7-11, and you'll drop by at three in
the morning and we'll eat dinner on the house."

Jimmy Rob laughed. "You always puts things in a way that makes me
laugh," he said finally. "But let's talk about us later. We'll
have to get back before our parents realize we're missing."

"You're always the sensible one," Just said in a mock grumbling
tone.

"Someone has to be," Jimmy Rob said gently. "Now let's fuck one
more time before we leave."

Just didn't have to be asked twice.



"Oops," Just said when they walked in later that morning and found
their parents seated in the living room with two strangers,
waiting for them. "Hi, Mom, Dad," he said.

"What - oh, hi Mom, Dad," Jimmy Rob said when he walked in behind
Just.

All eyes focused on Just and Jimmy Rob's clasped hands. Just
nervously tried to pull his hand away, but Jimmy Rob held him firm
in his grip. How like his clear-headed stepbrother to refuse to
even budge or be discreet in what he thought was a right thing.
"We can explain," Just said, and laughed when Jimmy Rob said the
same thing at the same time.

"Later," their father said with a stern scowl. "Come meet these
two gentlemen - Mr Baker - "

"Call me Simon, please," the curly-haired man with startlingly
beautiful if melancholic eyes said. "And this is my close friend
Colin," he said, nodding at the other man, who was dark-haired,
dark-eyed, dangerous-looking. "I'm a lawyer." He pushed the
business card on the table towards Just and Jimmy Rob. "And I
happened to hear about your situation, and I wonder if you would
like me to represent you."

"We can't afford you," Jimmy Rob said.

"That's okay," Colin spoke up. "Simon sometimes take on a few
cases that caught his fancy. I'll pay for the expenses."

"Why?" Just asked warily.

"Because I know what it's like to be in your shoes, Mr
Timberlake," Simon said, "and it will be my pleasure to help you
receive some compensation in this situation. Colin will pay for my
services because he has more money than he can spend, ill-begotten
money that he is putting to good use for once - " Simon smiled at
what seemed like a private joke - "and also because he will do
anything for me. Won't you, Colin?"

"Damn straight," Colin said with a grin. "So, you want him to help
you or no?"

"What do you want to do?" Just asked.

"Well, I can represent your stepbrother - and lover, I guess,
seeing how the two of you seemed to be glowing when you walked in
just now - when he's due at court, and once we have resolved that
mess, we will sue the school and the sheriff for letting those
fuckers get at you and for damages as well," Simon said.

"I don't know," Jimmy Rob started to say.

"You're fucked anyway, may as well let Simon do what he can to
help you out," Colin said bluntly. "He's one of the best. He has
successfully sued and won cases that they said he would never win.
I'm paying for him so you don't have to pay a single cent. And we
are doing this because we are two gay men caught in a moment of
sentimental magnanimity. You won't get a second chance if you say
no to us now. So what say you? Yes or no?"

"Yes," Just said quickly. "He's right, Jimmy Rob," he told his
stepbrother. "We could use the money if we are going to start a
new life somewhere else together."

"So be it," Jimmy Rob said with a shrug.

Simon Baker flashed an enigmatic smile as he rose to his feet. He
offered his hand, and Just shook it. "I think I'm going to be a
lawyer like you," Just told Simon.

"Stick to corporate law. Criminal law doesn't pay," was Simon's
answer.



"Simon managed to get Jimmy Rob three months in juvenile court and
Jimmy Rob got out one month later on good behavior," Justin
Timberlake said. "And two months later, Simon got me and my family
five million dollars in settlement. The bulk of the money goes to
both our college fees and the rest we poured into what we hope are
wise investments." He waited until the chuckles subsided. "And
five years later, here I am. So that's my admittedly very
sanitized story, really (I leave out all the violent and sexy
parts, but you can get me drunk afterwards and encourage me to
tell all). I can't say for sure that I am in any way deserving of
this award, but I owe being where I am to, of course, Simon for
showing me the money and helping me out when I moved to his
neighborhood - which I'm sure he's not too happy about - and
pestering him about how I'm going to be just like him when I grow
up. He says I have the bigger knack for bullshit than he is
already, which is of course, the best compliment I can receive."

Simon laughed and buried his face in his hand as the audience
again erupted into laughter.

"But what the hell, if you think I am the worthy receipient of the
Wayne M Lee Endowed Book Award, the Thomas Jefferson Prize, the
Robert R Kaplan International Financial Law Award, and the Hermann
Prize despite my irreverent facade and my often radical views that
have the poor administrative folks at our beloved college
lamenting my viewpoints, I'll take all I can get. And if you guys
still believe me when I say I am still the same old me and you
aren't jealous enough of me, I will be at the usual place and all
drinks and food will be on me." With a wink at the proud man
standing at the corner at the end of the hall, he smiled and
saluted at the hoots and applause, and stepped off the stage.