Date: Fri, 21 Feb 2003 17:39:41 EST
From: GaiasDruid@aol.com
Subject: Group Dynamics-Chapter 2

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Group Dynamics-Chapter 2
    I stood there in my doorway, frozen.  The only thing I could think was
`SHIT!'  The one thing I didn't want to happen, didn't want brought out,
didn't want known had come out, literally.  What the hell was I supposed to
do?  This isn't the way I had wanted to start my college career, labeled a
fag.  Granted, I was gay, but I wasn't out, to anyone.  No one knew; not
family or friends, or even casual strangers.  I hadn't even acted on these
feelings. I just knew I had them, and thanks to the magazines that Ryan was
so engrossed in studying, I knew the mechanics of what to do about them.

    Wait.  Ryan is studying them?!?!  Why?  Shouldn't he have thrown them
down in disgust and ran out to tell Jude that they were gonna be rooming with
a queer?  But he didn't run out, he didn't throw the magazines away from him
in horror.  In fact, he was so intent on what he was seeing that he hadn't
even realized I was standing in the doorway, watching him in a state of near
panic.

    Now, I needed to decide what to do.  Should I clear my throat, letting
him know I was there?  Should I start yelling at him for getting into my
personal things?  No, I couldn't do that.  I had asked for his help in
unpacking.  How was he to know he wasn't supposed to open that box?  I had
completely forgotten about it until I saw him looking through it.  I had to
leave, act like I hadn't seen him, and hope he just respects my privacy, or
is too embarrassed to admit he found them, and doesn't say anything.

    I turned to walk back into the common room, quietly to avoid detection.
It didn't work.  As I turned I heard Ryan call out softly, "Luke?"

Steeling myself, I turned back around to face him.

"Yeah?  What?"  I asked through clenched teeth, mentally bracing myself for
the expected slurs and insults.
          Ryan looked at me, a thoughtful expression on his face.  He seemed
to be debating something.  Finally, he stood up and dropped the magazines and
videos back into their box.  He grabbed it up and held it out to me.
          "Sorry, bud, I didn't mean to go through your stuff," he said.
"I wasn't trying to be nosey or anything.  I was just unpacking things when
I found them, and it threw me for a loop.  I guess I let my curiosity get the
best of me."

          He paused for a moment and said, "It doesn't bother me, dude.  I
think it'll be cool to have a gay guy in the house.  Opens up new avenues of
thought, ya know?"

          As he walked past me to go into the common room, he put his hand on
my shoulder and leaned in to whisper into my ear.
          "Don't sweat it, Luke.  No one is gonna think it's a big deal.
It's 2003, for cryin' out loud!  Being queer is old news."  Another pause
and then, "But I won't tell anyone, if you don't want me to.  This is your
life and your business to tell.  But you can come talk to me if you need to,
ya know, since I already know."

          I could only nod, struck dumb by the situation.  Ryan walked on
past me, and I heard him yell for Jude to quit strokin' off in the room and
go with him to the dining commons.  I shut my door, walked over to my bed,
and sat there, shaking.  `Oh FUCK!  Now what?'

    Now what was actually easier than I thought it would be.  Now what
entailed nothing at all.  I quickly put the box in my closet, and was going
to lay down and panic myself to sleep, when Ryan stuck his head in the door
and said "Luke, get your lazy ass off your bed and come on.  We're going to
the dining commons to eat."

    I mumbled a noncommittal reply, and next thing I knew Ryan and Jude were
pulling me off of my bed and out of the door.  Jude talked a mile a minute,
about anything and everything that came to his mind.  And a LOT came to his
mind.  Jude had a way of looking at things that was both humorous and thought
provoking.  Ryan matched him, word for word almost.  Sparring verbally was
something these two seemed to enjoy.  I walked mutely beside them, listening
to the banter.  Jude didn't seem to notice, but Ryan did.  His attempts to
draw me into the conversation were very obvious, but I was grateful that he
was trying to show me it really was OK with him that I was gay.
    Lunch was delicious, everything one would expect from an expensive
educational facility.  Roast beef, chicken, ribs, beer-battered shrimp and
fish, vegetables, fresh fruit, fresh baked bread, pies, pastries, all served
by cheerful, smiling waiters.  It was like eating at a five-star restaurant
at every meal.  One simply sat at the desired table, and gave your order to
the student waiter, and enjoyed your meal.  They were spoiling us, giving us
a taste of what success would bring us in later life.  It served as an
incentive to many students to graduate with high honors.  The students who
ran and worked the dining commons were actually studying the restaurant
business.  This was curriculum for their major.
    We sat at a table, ordered our food, and began to really get to know one
another.  The conversation was going well, until Jude asked a much-feared
question.

    "So, Luke, you got a girlfriend?" he asked me.

    "Um, ah, n-no, I don't have a girlfriend."  I stuttered.

    "Why not?  A great looking guy like you outta have several chicks banging
at your door."

    Ryan and I stared at him, our eyes bugging out at his words.  He looked
back at us with a look of exasperation.

    "Oh, come on!  Please tell me you guys aren't so small-minded that you
can't acknowledge good looks on another guy?!"  he said with surprise.
"This is college, for cryin out loud!  We're supposed to be open minded!
 I can see Luke is handsome, just like I can see you are too, Ryan.  You
cannot possibly tell me that I'm the first person to ever tell you two that
you're hot as fuck."

    "No, I've been told that I'm cute, and all, but never from a guy," I
answered.  Ryan looked at me briefly before he nodded his agreement.

    "Yeah, you just surprised us, that's all," he told Jude. "I mean, I
love the glowing endorsement, but it was a shocker coming from another guy.
Though, now that I think of it, it makes it mean more, seeing as how a guy
would risk being called a faggot to give a compliment to me.  Makes the
compliment seem more real.  So thanks, Jude.  By the way, you look pretty
good yourself.  I'd kill to have your skin color and be as buff as you."

    "And I'd kill to have your eyes," he said back with a grin.

    "Amen to that," I put in, "Dude, your eyes are breathtaking!"

    "Awww, does little Lukey have a thing for blue eyes?" teased Jude.

    "Only the cobalt blue ones that Ryan has, other wise I'd be after your
green ones." I smiled, getting more and more relaxed.  This wasn't so bad
after all.

    "Hey, your gray ones aren't so bad, either, Luke," Ryan said, "They're
so fuckin' shiny, they're almost silver."

    "They are silver, jackass," said Jude, "Look close at them.  They
glitter like metal."

    Ryan leaned in close to my face and gazed intently into my eyes.  I was
starting to feel slightly uncomfortable in the vicinity of my crotch, jeans
being the restrictive material that they are.  His cobalt eyes burned into my
silver ones, sending shivers of something running down my spine.  He must
have noticed the slight tremor pass through me, because he pulled back with a
slight smile.

    "Ya know, Jude, I think you're right.  They are silver."

    "Told ya."

    Just then, we heard a loud voice calling for attention.  We looked around
towards the door and saw a group of older students standing there.  One, most
likely the one calling for attention, stepped forward with a commanding air
about him.  He looked around at the slightly crowded dining commons and spoke
out in a loud, arrogant voice.

    "Good afternoon, everyone.  My name is Tony Manning.  The guys behind me
are Jeff Powell, David Parent, Kerry Burr, Nathan Glass, and Billy Jackson.
We are your dorm resident advisors.  We're all seniors, most of us having
been here on campus all three years of our college careers.  We are here to
help settle you in, give you some of the ground rules for dorm living, and to
make sure you understand what is expected of you.

    "This is one of the most prestigious schools in the country, and
certainly one of the best on-campus living arrangements you will find in the
world.  We have a reputation for being the best, as students and as
residents.  That reputation is inviolate.  Anything that jeopardizes that
reputation is dealt with swiftly, and efficiently.  Everyone should have
received a resident life handbook, outlining the rules, responsibilities, and
rights of all the residents.  Those of you who are second-semester freshman
will receive your handbook at this evening's orientation.

    "Rule breaking is handled in the following manner: first offense is a
verbal warning; second offense is a written warning; third offense is
expulsion from the dorms.  Not from the school, just from the dorms.  We
expect everyone will, at one time or another, receive a verbal warning for
some minor infraction.  I hope no one needs to go beyond that.

    "The orientation will be at 7 PM in the third floor meeting room in Maple
dorm.  All the dorms are co-ed except Ash Dorm, which is all girls.  Oak dorm
has been given over to the basketball and football teams, while Rowan Dorm is
mostly swim and track teams.  The other dorms, Maple, Cypress, and Pine are
general students, though the science majors tend to end up in Pine, for some
odd reason.
     "Each dorm has one advisor living on-premises.  RA rooms are always room
101, first floor, first by the door.  Our doors are always open, so feel free
to come by and talk with us whenever you have a problem, though Nathan has
asked me to remind you that if it's not really important, please be polite
and don't bother us after nine PM.  We need to sleep and study too."

     His last comment elicited a chuckle from the student body.  With a final
admonition for us new freshman to not miss our orientation, the RA's broke
and went around the room, welcoming returning students and getting to know
the new ones.

     One of them walked up to our table, introduced himself as David, and
welcomed us to the campus.  He was abrupt, and not very convincing in his
welcome.
     "How you doin'?  My name's David.  I believe I'm your RA.  You live in
Pine, right?"  We snickered a bit.
     "Um, no, kind sir, we reside in Rowan," said Ryan.

     "Yeah, we be `doin' just fine there." I added, elbowing Ryan.

     David's eyes narrowed and he looked intently at us.  After a few
seconds, he said, "Oh, then Jeff is your RA."  With that, he abruptly left
without another glance.
     "This is an example of the `fine education' we're gonna ge?"
snickered Ryan.
     "'How YOU doin'?", said Jude, changing his voice slightly to sound
like Joey from the TV sitcom Friends, "can he be anymore hick?"

     "Thank God he isn't our RA.  I couldn't study with that kind of
ignorance floating around in my dorm.  It might be contagious" I said.

     Just then, we heard someone clearing his throat.  Our heads snapped
around and locked onto the person standing next to our table.  It was Jeff,
our new RA.
     "I seriously think you guys should watch what you say about the RA's.
We tend to stick up for each other.  So, watch what the hell you say about
David."  Jeff snapped.
     We mumbled our apologies, and he walked away in a huff.
     "Great," said Jude, "just our luck.  Our RA has a fuckin' stick up his
ass.  Not even one day and already I'm on somebody's shit list."

     "Fuck em!" I said.

     "Yeah, fuck em," agreed Ryan.

     Lunch was done, so we left to go back to our room and relax until the
orientation.  As I keyed us through the door, we saw another huge pile of
boxes just inside the foyer.  Looks like one or both of our remaining roomies
had arrived.
     Walking into the main living area, we looked around trying to spot the
new arrivals.  We saw movement coming from the center room.  We walked over
and peeked in the door.
     There were two guys in there. Apparently they had decided to room
together (looks like I am the lucky one with the single).  One was in dire
need of a tan.  He was fishing out swimming trunks from his suitcase, so I
figured he was on the swim team like Jude and me.   The other guy was in the
process of putting away his tighty-whities in dresser drawer.  He was wearing
tight shorts and a very loose wife-beater, showing off muscular legs and a
sharply cut, well defined chest.  My mouth must have been hanging open
slightly, because Ryan, who was standing behind me, gave me a gentle nudge to
let me know I was obviously staring.  I thanked him silently and turned back
to the two guys unpacking.
     "Hey." I said, getting their attention.  Two heads looked up in our
direction.  We all smiled at one another in greeting.
     "Hey, yourself," replied the muscular stud as he shut his dresser
drawer.

     I stepped forward, hand outstretched in greeting.
     "My name is Lukas Gavril, you guys can call me Luke.  This is Judas
Krykos, or Jude if ya wanna be informal, and Ryan Benvolio."

     The muscular guy grabbed my hand and shook it firmly.
     `Yummy.  I get to live with four studs.' I thought `How will I ever
keep my hands to myself?'

     "Name's Mathew Howe," he said. "Y'all can call me Matt."

     "My name's Joshua Morgan," spoke up the other guy, "but unless you're
mad at me, just call me Josh."

     The others exchanged handshakes and greetings, and we offered our
assistance in helping them unpack.  They politely declined, saying that it
was mostly finished.  We each decided to retire to our rooms and rest up for
this evening's orientation.  I for one needed some serious `alone' time with
my dick.  There were way too many good-looking guys in this suite.  I'm gonna
NEED to do some self-relieving so I don't make a snafu around them.

     I walked into my room and shut the door.  I grabbed a random video from
the box hidden in my closet and popped into the VCR.  I stripped down and
laid down on my bed, suddenly grateful that I had scored the single room.
     `I pity the other guys now.  If they wanna wank, they have to hide in
the bathroom, and not stretched out on a bed like me.' I thought as I pushed
play on the remote.  Adjusting the volume to a low setting so the other four
wouldn't be disturbed, I settled back to get some serious play time.

     The video was one of my favorites, probably why it was near the top of
the box.  It was an older video called Pleasure Beach.  Lots of bareback sex,
facial cumshots, and post-orgasm sucking.  It was hot as fuck, and it didn't
take long for my 7 and a half-inch dick to stand straight up in happy
anticipation.  I reached over to my nightstand and pulled the lube out of the
drawer.  I let a generous amount drip into my hand and rubbed my hands
together, lubricating both of my palms.
     The first contact between my hand and my dick sent shivers up my back,
God, but I loved to jack off.  As my right hand curled around my hard dick,
my left went below to tug at my nuts.  One finger slipped lower and circled
my hairless asshole, massaging and gently probing the ring of muscle, seeking
entry.  When my middle finger sank into my tight ass all the way to the first
knuckle, I let out a loud groan and a small spurt of pre-cum popped out of
the head of my dick.  I dipped my finger into it and brought to my lips for a
taste.  Fucking hot!
     On the screen, one guy was getting fucked bareback by another, while
another couple traded rimjobs.  The guy on the bottom let out a moan and
creamed all over his stomach.  The guy on top lapped up his cream and used
his tongue to push the slippery liquid into the bottom guy's asshole.  Thus
lubed, he rolled over on top of the guy, lifted his legs and shoved his
dripping cock into the guy's wet ass.

The sight of the rimming got me hotter, and then the penetration just put me
over the edge.  With a muffled groan, I shoved a second finger into my tight
hole with the first and shot blast after blast of my hot cream over my chest
and stomach.  Just as I was nearing the end of my intense orgasm, my door
opened and Matt walked in.
     "Hey Luke, we're gonna go get some...oh, shit!  I'm sorry, man!  I
thought you were...ah fuck!"  With that, he ran out the room and slammed the
door behind him.
TBC