Date: Fri, 21 Feb 2003 17:15:54 EST
From: GaiasDruid@aol.com
Subject: Group Dynamics-Chapter 1

This is a work of fiction.  It will eventually contain sexual acts between
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Group Dynamics-Chapter 1
    I pulled into the dorm parking lot and found a place to park as close to
my dorm as I could.  It was my first day here.  I was just now arriving to
move into my dorm.  Starting a semester behind my classmates was difficult,
but unavoidable.  My parents had been killed in a car accident with a drunk
driver the previous summer, so I was unable to start in the fall.  I almost
didn't attend college at all, but seeing as how they had already paid my
tuition, I felt it would have disgraced their memory if I were to refuse.

    So I had spent the fall semester getting my life back together.  The
insurance money from my parent's death was huge, as was the inheritance left
to my younger brother, Esau and me.  Add to that the money we received from
the drunk who killed our folks (turned out the bastard was seriously loaded,
money-wise), and the cash left to us from our grandparents who had died two
years earlier, and we were left with a very happy life.  College tuition was
already paid for both Esau and me, so all the money we received was above and
beyond that expense.
    Esau was 17, and a senior in high school.  Since we had no other living
relatives, he was placed in my custody until he turned 18.  I was only just
turned 19 myself, and was going away to college, so Esau elected to go to a
boarding school for his final year, leaving me free to concentrate on my
studies.  When I dropped him off at the school, some 150 miles from my
college, he cried and held onto me as though I were a life preserver.  I
consoled him and hugged him until he calmed down, and with a final tender
kiss on his forehead, I sent him off to his room.
    I made good time in unloading my car, my room being a few doors down from
the stairwell at the back of the building.  Suite 204.  My home for the next
4 months, at least.  I keyed in with the dorm key that I had picked up from
the resident life office and walked into the room.  My mouth fell open in
shock.  I knew when I applied to this college that it was one of the best in
the country, but I had thought the opulence would be limited to the academia.
 Apparently, the dorms were as plush as a room at the Ritz-Carlton.
     There was a common living room, with an adjoining dining room, and
kitchenette off to the side.  Four other doors lined the far walls, leading
to the three bedrooms and the laundry room, apparently.  I examined each of
the rooms, seeing each one pretty much identical.  There was a large walk-in
closet, two double beds, two desks with chairs, two bedside nightstands, two
dressers, and a private bathroom.  All the wood and paneling on the walls was
a deep mahogany color, giving one a feeling of having stepped back in time.
Plush, midnight blue carpet covered the entire floor.  Each room also had a
sliding glass door leading out to a large balcony, apparently a wrap-around
that connected all the rooms.  In the center of this large balcony was a
large 8-man jacuzzi.
     The common room was similarly attired.  Two couches and two loveseats,
all with soft cream-colored leather upholstery were placed in strategic
places around the living room.  The dining room had a glass dining table,
with six matching leather chairs, and a small crystal chandelier hanging
above it.  The kitchenette seemed to be more furnished than many full
kitchens.  The stove and oven were recessed into the walls, as were the
cupboards and sink.  A wall mounted microwave, and a full size refrigerator
completed the appliances.  A quick peak inside the cupboards showed them
fully stoked with dishes, silverware, and cooking utensils.  All that was
missing was food.  That, of course, was our responsibility.
     I was stunned.  All this for some college kids away from home for the
first time?  Wow!  After a final look around, I chose one of the rooms based
on the view off of the balcony outside.  It was on the far right, and turned
out to be the closest to the jacuzzi as well.  It took me only three trips to
unload my car; the bulk of my possessions would be delivered later that week.
 It took about an hour for me to unpack my clothes, toiletries, and personal
effects.
     As I was setting up my laptop and printer on the large mahogany desk in
the corner, I heard the sound of the front door being slammed open.  I
finished connecting the wired to my laptop and, with a quick glance in the
large mirror next to my room door to check my hair, I went out to meat my new
roommate.
I already knew the names of the other four guys moving in.  The college had
put all five of us in the one suite because we were all second semester
freshman, thinking that would give us a common bond right off the back.  We
were each sent a letter giving the names and a brief background of the soon
to be residents of the suite.  Since I was the first to arrive, I was lucky
to have my pick of the rooms and beds.  The five of us would be divided up,
two to a room, with one of us having a single.  The fourth doorway, as I had
discovered earlier, led to a laundry room.
     I walked through my door and saw the common room was empty of people,
but bursting with boxes.  A quick glance at the other doors showed the one on
the far side open, and I heard sounds coming from the bedroom beyond.  I
waited patiently and a few seconds later, a guy came through into the common
room carrying a stack of empty boxes.  He was about my height, with a deep
tan and curly black hair that seemed to scream "Greek".  I didn't know who
he was yet, but I hoped he was going to be a friend.  Hell, I was in lust,
regardless.
     He didn't see me at first, so I gently cleared my throat.  He looked up
sharply at me, jumped a few inches with a yelp, and dropped the boxes from
his hands.  I couldn't help myself.  The startled look on his face was
priceless.  I burst out laughing.  He frowned at me slightly, and bent to
pick up the boxes he had dropped.
     "Fuck!  You can give a body a heart attack sneakin' up on them like
that," he said.

     "Sorry, man.  I was just trying to let you know that I was here,:   I
replied with a grin, trying to stifle my laughter.
     "Wear a bell around your neck or somethin'.  You walk too quiet."

     "I'll try to make more noise next time.  My name's Lukas Gavril.  My
friends call me Luke."  I said, walking over to him with my hand extended.
     "Judas Krykos, Jude to my friends, Asshole to my enemies," he answered
with a smile, taking my hand in a firm handshake.

     "Nice to meet you, Jude.  Hope I never call you Asshole," I said with a
smile.

     "You better hope you don't.  Assholes have a tendency for getting
fucked around me," he smirked.

     `What!?'' I thought. `Did he just say what I think he said?'

     "Um, well, I'll have to remember not to drop the soap within your line
of vision."  I smirked.
     "That's prolly a safe bet," he quipped.

     I looked around at the remainder of what I assumed were his belongings.
There certainly were a lot of boxes.
     "Um, can I help you unpack?" I asked, "You seem to have brought quite a
lot with you."

     He looked around and giggled.
     "Oh, this isn't all mine," he said, "I rode with Ryan Benvolio from
the airport.  He has a monster SUV."

     Just then, a muffled curse sounded behind me.  I spun around to see a
tall, dark-haired guy struggling through the front door carrying three boxes
stacked in his arms.  I rushed over to help, grabbing the two top boxes from
his arms, thereby unblocking his field of vision.  My first glance of Ryan
was one of amazement.  He was gorgeous.  Handsome was to week a word for him.
 His face was flawless, smooth, and blemish free.  His hair was as black as
Jude's, though not as curly, and his eyes were a startling cobalt blue.

     `Those have to be contacts,' was my first thought, nobody's eyes can be
that blue!'

     Ryan walked past me with a muttered "Thanks" and set down the last box
he held.  I brought the other two over to where he had set his and set them
down carefully.  I straightened up and offered my hand to introduce myself.
     "Hi, I'm Lukas Gavril.  You can call me Luke." I said.

     He grabbed my hand briefly and said "I'm Ryan Benvolio.  And yes I know
it sounds like a Shakespearean character's name."

     "I never would have dreamed of suggesting such a thing," I said with a
friendly smile.

     "Yeah, sure.  I've heard that line before," he grinned.

     "Is that all that's left in the car, Ryan?" Jude asked.

     "Yeah, this is it," he replied, "which is my room?"
     "Well, I'm over there on the right, and Jude was putting things in the
room on the near left.  That leaves the center room, or one of ours." I
explained, "You can take the center, and we can let the last two roomies
decide who they wanna room with.  There are two twin beds in all three rooms,
so one of us will be scoring the single."

     "Cool, well, Jude and I hit it off pretty well, so I think we're gonna
share." Ryan said.  Jude nodded his agreement.
     For the next half-hour, the three of us moved their belongings into
their room, and chatted amicably, getting to know each other.  As we unpacked
their things, I got to know the guys through their material possessions, as
well as by what they told me.  I saw that Ryan was a runner, as evidenced by
the numerous track trophies he had, and Jude was a swimmer like me, if the
large number of Speedos was any indication.  He also seemed to have a
penchant for string bikini underwear that I found amusing and slightly
erotic.  I'd have to comment on that at some point.

     Ryan regaled us with his jokes the entire time.  I found myself holding
my sides in laughter many times as we unpacked.  His sense of humor was
enormous, and his wit was sharp.  Both traits were highly admired by Jude and
I.  Just as we were finishing the last box, I heard a knock on our front
door.  I went into the common room and answered the knock.  It was the rest
of my belongings and furniture.  I was surprised, because the shipping
company that I had hired to deliver the stuff had told me it would be another
two days till it got here.  Needless to say, I was very pleased.
The movers brought everything in and I signed off on the delivery.  Ryan and
Jude walked into the common room, saw my things and whistled.
     "I thought we had a lot of stuff," quipped Ryan, "What did ya do, buy
up Bloomingdale's?"

     "No, asshole, I just brought some stuff to make us feel more at home."
I replied with a grin, "Now help me unpack."

     We set to with a vengeance.  Ryan and I set up the large entertainment
center, and left Jude to do all the wiring for the flat-screen TV, DVD
player, TIVO box, VCR, and satellite hookup while we put the rest of my
clothes and personal effects in my room.  Ryan giggled when he saw my Speedo
collection.
     "Another swimmer, or do you just get off on Speedos?" he asked.

     "Both." I replied, smiling slightly.  `If he only knew.' I thought.

     I walked out to the common room to check on Jude, leaving Ryan to finish
hanging the last of my club shirts.  I failed to notice a smaller box off to
the side, one that, had I seen it, I would never had left Ryan in the room.
     Jude was almost finished playing electrician, and we chatted briefly
about the electronics equipment I had.  We moved the rest of the furniture
around, debating quietly where everything should go.  Couch, loveseat, and
two recliners later, we declared ourselves satisfied.  Good thing the common
room was so damned big.  With my added furniture, we now had three couches,
three loveseats, and two recliners, not to mention the huge entertainment
center I had brought.
     Dinner was mentioned, and we decided that a trip to the cafeteria was in
order, since the kitchen was still bare.  Jude went into his room to use the
shower in his adjoining bathroom, and I went into my room to see what had
happened to Ryan.  Ryan was sitting on my bed, a small box sitting next to
him, and a stack of magazines in his lap.  I stopped dead in my tracks.  Ryan
had found my porn; my gay porn.
TBC