Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2008 03:55:46 -0500
From: X X <thewriter_x@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Brotherhood #12 {X} {MM College & Sci-Fi/Fantasy} [12!?]

The following story contains sexually explicit acts between men.  If such
things bother you, annoy you, disturb you, or frighten you, then why the
hell are you here?  Do yourself a favor and leave before you read something
you like and discover that you're actually gay; you might not be able to
deal with the revelation.

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The Brotherhood
Chapter XII


	"You better not be doing anything weird in there," Q called
out. Then I heard him laugh to himself.

	I'm not going to lie - I went into full panic mode!  I was not
ready to open this can of worms, at least not yet.  I dropped the shirt
like it was on fire, kicked it under the pile of clothes and turned just as
Q opened the door.

	"Hey..." His perfect, pearly white smile still made my stomach
flutter.  Or maybe it was seeing him standing there wet, his hair slicked
back, wearing nothing but a pair of black speedos and flip flops.

	"Hello to you too."  My heart pounded and danced against my chest,
yet my eyes remained steady, solidly fixed on Q.  I stared so hard, you'd
think I was Medusa trying to turn him to stone.

	I've said it before and I'll say it again - the boy is a vision of
perfection.  Nothing was out of place or out of whack when it came to the
way he looked.  He was the ideal.  A god plucked from the dreams and
desires of desperately lonely men and women alike.  "Do you always run
around the house in your underwear?  I thought that only applied to us
pledges."

	Q smirked and walked up to me.  "Very funny, smartass.  I just came
from the pool."  He cocked his head to the side as he looked at me.  "Are
you okay?  You look flushed."

      "Can you blame me?"  Honestly, I wasn't sure if it was because I was
almost caught with the shirt in my hand, or Q standing in front of me damn
near naked that made me blush.

      With the same devilish grin dancing on his lips, he slipped his hand
behind my neck and pulled me close for a kiss.  I resisted him as much as
I'd resist someone giving me ten million dollars.  Green shirt?  What green
shirt?  I don't know how he does it, but whenever I'm around Q, everything
else fades away.  All that matters is that we're together.  The green shirt
could've been the evidence that proved Lee Harvey Oswald wasn't alone on
that grassy knoll and I wouldn't have cared.

	My hands landed squarely on his waist just as he turned to walk
away.  He may have had other plans, but I wasn't ready to let go.  I
quickly spun behind him, slipped my arms around his waist and pressed my
chest into his back.  It was my turn to take control, my turn to hold him
close.  I kissed the nap of his neck.  It felt natural, like I'd been doing
it for years.  He looked over his shoulder and again I was convinced his
smile would be the end of me.  "I missed you," I whispered into his ear.

	 And despite all the craziness of the day, it was the truth.

	"You're funny."  I'm not sure what he meant by that.  He kissed me
again, just a quick peck this time, and I finally let him go.

	I soaked in every inch of him as he walked to the cabinet.  Ok,
I'll be honest.  Mostly, I soaked in his ass.  Two flawlessly formed orbs,
tight and firm, completely outlined beneath the spandex material of his
Speedo.  If I could paint you a picture I would.  Well, maybe not.  This is
one image, one man... one ass... I'd like to covet formyself.

	"So you enjoy swimming?" I asked.

	"Very much," he answered.  "I love swimming!  I enjoy it almost as
much as I enjoy...um, other stuff."

	"Well that explains it."

	He threw me a quick look over his shoulder.  "Explains what?"

	"You have a typical swimmers body - lean, tight and toned."

	"I have yet to hear any complaints."

	I couldn't see him but I the tone of his voice told me he as
grinning like a stud.  "Hey, who's complaining?"

	He laughed, stripped off his Speedo and threw it at me.  "So you'll
always have something to remember me by."

	I caught them with one finger and twirled them in the air.
"Thanks."

	As much as I wanted to keep them, sick I know, I added them to the
ever growing pile of clothes on the floor.  He stood with his profile to me
as he rummaged thru the cabinet.  I assumed he was on the hunt for a pair
of underwear.  Come on!  How could I not notice his cock just hanging there
over his amazing sack, looking all long, meaty and inviting?  It actually
swayed a little as he dug deeper into a drawer.

	"Are you still feeling, okay?  You haven't fainted again or
anything, have you?"


	Seriously?  He was going to stand there all naked and sexy and try
to carrying on a conversation with me while I had a big ass boner in my
pants?  "No...I'm uh," I swallowed hard, "fine."

	"Good." He pulled out a pair of red and black cameo briefs and
slipped them on.  I stood there watching him adjust himself until they fit
just right.  I was tempted to ask him if he needed a hand.  He turned to
face me and threw his hands out. "You like?"

	"Do you really have to ask?"  They fit him like a glove, showing
off a perfect outline of his cock.  I must say Q has about the sexiest
underwear I've seen on any guy.  He must have a collection.  "You enjoy the
cameo look, don't you?"

	He shrugged.  "I find cameo underwear or sleepwear to be very
attractive on the right guy."

	"I agree," I smirked.  "Damn, do I agree!"

	"I know.  Why do you think I wear it?"

	"Tease." I snarled.  I honestly enjoy and prefer the softer, more
loveable side of Q as opposed to the hardcore-all-business-no-play-brother
side of him.  But I must admit, it definitely takes some getting used to.

	He tried to pass me again, this time to go into the bedroom, but I
stepped in front of him.  He smiled softly, romantically, and put his hand
on the side of my face.  I was so lost in his piercing gaze, I knew only
he'd be able to find me.  By the look on this face I knew he felt the same
way.

	"I need to get dressed," he said, almost apologetically.

	"Yeah...about that. I kind of like the way you look now."

	"I bet, but it still doesn't change the fact I need to put clothes
on.  I can't be running around the house in my underwear all day, as some
people put it."

	"Again, I'm not seeing the problem," I teased.

	He lean forward, put his lips to my ear and whispered, "Stop making
this so hard."

	We kissed for a while.  It was intense, deep, and passionate.  You
know like the kind of shit you see in the movies.  I took a second to pull
away from Q and assured him I could make things a lot harder for him, and
then pressed my thigh against his crotch.

	"You're impossible," he accused and pushed me out of the bathroom.
I was more than happy to follow him to the closet like a love struck puppy.
"Hey, did you enjoy your two hours of freedom?"

	"Um...yeah."

	"Good." He smiled at me while trying to decide what pants to wear.
"What did you do?"

	I had an instant knot in my stomach.  "What did *I* do?"  I put my
hand on my chest like there were ten other Jacobs in the room and I wasn't
really sure he was talking to me.

	"Yes you.  What did you do?"

	"Oh, you know... just stuff.  Nothing special."

	"Well did you stay on campus or did you go somewhere?"

	"Did I go somewhere?"

	He stopped shifting thru his clothes to look at me.  "What's wrong
with you?"

	"What's wrong with me?"

	"Will you stop repeating everything I say?"

	"I'm not repeating everything you say."

	"Yes, you are."

	"No, I'm not."

	"Yes you...look," he paused for a moment, "why are you acting weird
and fidgety all of a sudden?"

	"I'm not acting weird and fidgety."  In case you missed it, I kind
of was.  I didn't know what to say.  I couldn't tell Q I went to see Lady
White and I sure as hell didn't want to lie to him.

	"Jacob enough!"  For a moment the switch went off and my loveable Q
was replaced with my hardcore Big.  "Now did something happen today?"

	"Nothing happened, honest."  That wasn't exactly a lie because
nothing really did happen.  "I just went down to the village for a little
while, then over to the library."

	"The library?"

	"Yes, you've heard of it.  It's that big brick building.  You know,
the one with all the windows and a ton of books."

	Q gave me a look and suddenly I felt an inch tall.  I guess I
forget who I was talking to and that there were certain lines I wasn't
allowed to cross.  "Q, I'm really sorry.  I didn't mean any disrespect."

	He walked passed me with a pair of jeans slung over his shoulder.
I felt so fucking stupid.  I was going to continue to apologize but then he
started laughing and said he was just kidding and wanted to see the look on
my face.

	I was heated!  "Are you fucking kidding me?"  Q stopped suddenly,
stunned.  He hadn't expected those words to come flying out of my mouth.
"As if this thing between us isn't confusing enough for me.  You're really
going to play that game?  Like I don't freak out already!  I'm never sure
how far is too far because you're not only my boyfriend but my Big as
well...not to mention the head of this house."

	Ok, my tirade was over.  I took a couple of deep breaths and waited
for the worst.  I was going to get it.  But instead of lashing out at me, Q
simply stood there with a cheesy grin on his face.  "You called me your
boyfriend."

	"No I didn't!"  I actually did remember saying it.  I wasn't
planning on it but it just came out.  AND it felt good hearing it.  But I
wasn't ready to give Q the satisfaction.

	"Yes you did!  You threw it out there while you were ranting and
raving."

	I realized I wasn't going to win this one.  "Okay, maybe I did but
it doesn't change the fact that what you did was fucked up!  This isn't
going to work if you're going to play those kind of mind games.  I don't
need the added stress."

	"You're right, you're right." He threw his hands up and
surrendered.  He had the face of a little boy who knew he had done
something wrong.  "That was in poor taste and I'm sorry."  He looked so
sweet with those big, apologetic eyes staring at me.

	So what happened next?  I started feeling bad.  "It's okay, you
don't have to apologize."  Ain't that some shit?  He pissed me off and I
end up feeling for him.

	"How about I make you a deal," he offered.  "When we're alone and
not doing any official house business as Big and Little, you're free to say
whatever is on your mind and be as funny or sarcastic as you want to be.
As far as our personal relationship goes, you're my equal not my
subordinate."

	After hearing that, how could I not want to jump his bones?  I went
up to him to steal a kiss.  I turned my head and closed my eyes and
everything.

	"So what was so special about the library?" he asked and turned
away from me to put his pants on.  I ended up kissing air.  "You know, that
place with a ton of books?"

	Q was fishing and he wasn't going to let go unless I gave him
something.  "Actually, I ran into Alex."

	"Oh," he certainly sounded interested; if nothing else the look on
his face gave him away.  Q sat on the bed and loosened up the laces on his
shoes before slipping them on.  Then, while tying the laces, he
nonchalantly asked, "How is Alex?"

	"Oh please, don't give me that."

	"What?"

	"I know where you're going with this."

	"Going with what, Jacob?" Q shrugged.  "I merely asked how she was
doing."

	"Please!" I scoffed.  "I know what you're trying to say."

	"Of course, how stupid of me," his every word was laced with
sarcasm.  "You've decoded my cryptic talk with your super human spider
sense.  I should have known!"

	"Joke all you want but I know what you're thinking Q."

	"Well, I'm glad one of us does.  Would you mind cluing me in?"

	"I know I have to talk to her and break it off.  I'm just waiting
for the right time."

	Q laughed.  "I didn't say anything about that."

	"Yeah, but you were thinking it."

	"Oh right," he was still laughing as he wiggled his hands in front
of me, "spider sense.  Look Jacob, I really don't..."

	"And before you even go there, I didn't sleep with her the night of
the party.  Even though I could have, I didn't and you want to know why?"
I pointed at Q like I was accusing him of something.

	"Please, do tell.  Don't keep your audience waiting."

	"Because all I could think about was you.  That's right!  I
could've had a night filled with..."

	Reaching over to hook his fingers in the front of my pants, Q
pulled me towards him, forcing me to stand between his legs.  "Jacob will
you shut up!  I wasn't thinking any of that.  As hard as it may be to
believe, when someone asks how another person is doing, sometimes they
actually just want to know how that person is doing."

	"Oh..."  I could feel my cheeks heat up.  "Well don't I just feel
special."

	"Special doesn't begin to..."  I interrupted Q by shaking him a
little then pushing him back on the bed and straddling his lap.  I think he
enjoyed that.  "Listen Jacob, I realize the situation with Alex isn't a
simple one and I know you'll talk to her whenever you're ready so you're
not going to get any pressure from me.  I just want you to do what's right
for you.  And if that means you'd rather be with her, if you still love her
I don't..."

	I covered his mouth to shut him up.  "Believe me Q, I don't love
her.  I lov...uh, um...I'd rather be with you."  I couldn't believe I
almost threw the L word out there!  The worst part was I could feel him
smirking under my hand.

	I sat back on his lap and he placed his hands on my thighs.  He
didn't have a shirt on yet so I used the opportunity to trace my finger
around his abs and navel.  I decided to do some fishing of my own.  "You
know, I ran into someone else at the library.  Someone way more interesting
than Alex."

	"Really?"  His eyes widened with interest.  Who?"

	"Your father."

	"My what?" he shouted and sprang up like a board, launching me
backward in the process.

	Luckily, my beloved Q caught me or I would've cracked my skull on
the floor.  Instead, I sat dangling with my head only a few inches from the
floor and my body twisted beyond human recognition.  "Oww."

	Q pulled me back up and I pushed him back down. "Your father!"

	"Oh for fucks sake," he said and covered his face with his hand.
"I'm sorry.  I wish I was there to spare you from him."

	"He's rather, um...interesting to say the least."

	"Hardly," Q insisted.  "What did he have to say?"

	"I don't know what father-son issues you two have going on, but he
seemed to genuinely care about you.  He wishes nothing but the best for
you, I guess.  Honestly, I'm not entirely convinced he's not Kyrios."  I
kind of just slipped that in there while Q's guard was down.

	"Oh please!  My father Kyrios?" he laughed mockingly.  "If that
were the case, I would've dismissed myself a long time ago."

	"Wow.  That bad huh?"

	"You don't know the half of it."

	I thought I'd sneak another one in there.  "Why don't you start
with the first half and you can fill me in on the second half later."

	"Sorry, but my father isn't exactly my favorite topic of
conversation."

	"Well, you seem to be his."

	"I'm sure."  Q shook his head and began ranting in that other
language. I didn't understand a word of it until the end. "Fuck!"

	I pointed at him right away.  "I got that one!"

	He put my hand down and shook his head again, "Please don't try to
make me laugh."

	I shrugged and left it alone for a while.  But as much as I
enjoying looking at Q, I could only stare at him for so long.  "Your father
said something I thought was rather odd."

	"Oh?"

	"He said he was the reasons The Brotherhood exist, that you were
all his sons."

	"He's senile."

	I laughed.  I wasn't expecting him to say that.  "He didn't seem
senile to me."  Sorry, but I wasn't buying that for one second.  It sounded
more like a pissed off son lashing out his father.

	"Trust me, he's crazier than a soup sandwich.  You really shouldn't
take anything he says seriously.  Believe me he'll end up..."

	There was a knock at the door.  "Q you in there?"

	"Now what?" Q's irritation came thru load and clear.  He tapped me
on the hip and I rolled off him.  Then it occurred to me that it probably
wouldn't look too good if I was just casually lying on Q's bed like I
belong there.  I quickly sat up and adjusted my clothes.  Q stood up and
told whoever was at the door to come in.

	It was one of the twins.  "Hey Q."

	Q nodded.

	"They're starting to get the pledges together for their trial.  I
figured you didn't want your Little to be the one holding things up."

	"No.  No, I wouldn't.  Thanks."

	"No problem," he smiled.  "Oh and we are starting to gather
downstairs to discuss Dylan's ceremony.  And don't worry, my brother took
Dylan down to the village to give us a chance to talk privately."

	"Good," Q returned the smile.  "Thank you.  I'll be down in a
minute."

	Say his name! I thought.  For fucks sake I wish someone would just
call them out by their names already.  But it was too late, he was already
gone.  I figured what the hell?  "What are their names?"

	"Who?"

	"'Who' he says," I mocked.  "The guy who was just here and his
brother.  What are their names?"

	"Oh, the Twins."

	"Yes, but I'm sure at some point their parents thought it wise to
give them names."

	"Yeah...you'd think so," he grinned and kissed me.  "You should get
going before you're late.  Like he said, I can't have my Little holding
things up."

	"Yeah, yeah, yeah."  I stopped at the door, suddenly remember
something.  "Hey, aren't you supposed to be cooking me an amazing dinner
tonight?"

	"You don't worry about it.  You're going to be pleasantly
surprised."

	"So we're having take-out is what you're saying?"

	He pointed at the door and laughed.  "Get out!"

	I hurried along to my room for fear of being late and all the while
still thinking this wasn't possible.  Q and I an item?  No fucking way!
Hell, hooking up with a guy shouldn't be anywhere near the realm of
possibility and yet it seemed to be happening.  Scarier still was the fact
that I wasn't fighting it at all, not even a little bit.  And why wasn't I?
I mean fuck!  I knew college life changed you but this was ridiculous.
Still...  no matter how freaked I felt or the dozen questions bombarding my
thoughts...I sure as hell didn't want to let Q go.

	Arsen was already standing outside our door when I rushed to my
spot next to him.  Instantly, he jabbed me in the ribs with this elbow; his
way of saying hello.  I was more than happy to return the favor.

	He looked at me with a Cheshire grin and slapped the back of the
head.  "What have you been up to?"

	"I was just hanging with Q," I shrugged as I watched the other
pledges trickle in.  "What about you?"

	"Same."

	"Well that can't be true," I laughed, jabbing his ribs again.  "I
didn't see you there."

	"No, I mean I was with my Big.  I was with Shawn for a little
while."  He jabbed me again even harder.  "Don't be a smartass."

	"But I pull it off so well."

	"Yeah...that's true.  Unlike your face!"

	"You bitch!" I slapped him upside the head and it was on.  We
started rumbling right there in our doorway trying to see who could knock
who down.  Arsen is tough.  By no means is he an easy cookie to drop.  The
other guys got a real kick out of seeing us going at it.  It was
lighthearted and all in good fun.  Kind of a 'boys will be boys' moment.
And yet, even though I couldn't see Mike, I could feel his disapproving
eyes on us. Well, screw him.

	CJ came up behind me while Arsen had me in a headlock and slapped
my ass...  hard.  "Dudes, someone's coming!  Cut the shit!"

	And just like that it was over.  We stood at door all proper and
shit like we were about to be called in for a job interview.  I was cool
and collected on the outside, but laughing like hell inside.  I glanced
down the roll of guys next to me and made a mental note to CJ back for
smacking me.  My ass cheek still stung!  I was thinking of something along
the lines of whipping his bare ass with a wet towel next time we showered -
with just the right amount of moisture, he'd be feeling it for days.
Wicked, I know.

	Gage came up the steps with an armful of booklets.  Bone entered
behind him carrying the same. 'This should be interesting' I remember
thinking.  They didn't say anything at first.  They simply passed out the
booklets to all the pledges.  My book had Anthony Reeves written in fancy
letters across the top with a pen right under it.  Of course, I was
thinking the dumbass gave me the wrong book and I wondered if it was okay
to say something, to point out the mistake.  I'm so glad I didn't.

	"Sir, I got the wrong one," Mike said.  "You gave me Arsen's book."

	"What the fuck?" Gage got right in Mike's face, yelling like a
drill sergeant.  "Are you suggesting I don't know how to do my job?"

	Mike shook his head and looked terrified.

	"Answer me!"

	 "No...no sir."

	"Do you think I need a dumb shit like you to tell me where each
book belongs?"

	"No sir!"

	Without turning my head even the slightest, I glanced down at
Arsen's book and noticed it had Mike's name on it.  I was beginning to get
an idea of what we had to do with them.

	"Then why the fuck did you open your mouth when no one asked you a
damn thing?"

	"I...I don't know sir.  I'm sorry sir!"

	"Sorry?  You're fucking sorry?"  If Gage had gotten any closer he
would've been kissing Mike.  "Oh, you'll be sorry you little bitch.  Get on
the floor and get ready to give me some pushups."  Mike put his booklet
down and got flat on his stomach.  Gage glared at his partner Xavier.
"What the fuck are you waiting for?  An invitation?  Get down there with
him!"

	As Xavier got down on his stomach someone in the pledge line
laughed softly and only for a second, but Gage caught it.  He was livid!
He's eyes and nostrils actually flared.

	All I could think was FUCK!

	"Oh, I'm funny all of a sudden?" he barked down the line.  "You
fuckers think I'm here for your amusement?  Sweet! Then, just for you
viewing enjoyment, I'm going to amuse you all!  Everyone get down and get
ready for some pushups."  Gage walked over to Bone and whispered something
in his ear.

	Bone threw his head back, laughing his ass off.  "I love it!"  Then
I saw his shoes run past me.

	Gage paced silently for a minute leaving us all kissing the floor
in fearful anticipation.  "You fuckers are going to learn a little
respect," he lectured as he walked up and down the hall.  "When I snap my
fingers you're all going to start doing pushups and you can stop when the
first guy drops."

	At face value, that didn't seem so bad.  But this was The
Brotherhood, and I just knew there was a major catch.  Three minutes later
Bone showed up holding a long black box - very sleek and shiny.  I knew
that was the catch.

	Bone held the box up to Gage as if he were presenting the key to
the city.  As Gage began to talk, Bone opened the lid.  "The first guy that
drops - let's call him the 'winner' - gets it in the ass with this."  He
pulled an enormous dildo from the box.

	At this point, everyone's jaw hit the fucking floor. I think I
actually heard them.  The thing had to be ten to twelve inches long and it
looked fucking real.  It was flesh toned, curved and had veins with a sack
to boot.

	Gage laughed mockingly.  "Actually, there's a funny story behind
this monster.  It belongs to one of the Brother's here in the house.  And
by 'belongs' I don't mean it's his personal play toy, it's an actual mold
of his cock and balls."  Those two were just falling over each other
laughing.  "As you can see the Brother is huge, so we all thought it'd
funny as hell to persevere it for all future generations to enjoy."  His
tone turned a bit sinister, "And believe me girls, this dildo has seen it's
fair share of pledge ass.  Oh and by the way, the pledgemate of the guy
that goes down first gets the honor of fucking you in the ass with this bad
boy.  So who's it going to be ladies?"

	You have got to be shitting me!  I didn't even get to finish my
thought when Gage snapped his fingers.  If you've ever done a pushup in
your life you know the first few are always the easiest.  It's the ones
that follow that become a real bitch.

	10, 20, 30 pushups later everyone was still going strong.  Our
group was pretty well built.  So as long as we kept a steady pace, this was
anyone's game. I know we're all pledge brothers and we should be looking
out for each other, but in this case, I was praying for a failure.  I
needed someone other than Arsen to fucking drop already.  I hate to say it,
but I honestly thought Steve would give out first.  Yet we were at 44 and
he was going at it like a mad man.  The pace slowed significantly as we
headed into the 50's.  By 58 my arms felt like jelly and I was soaked in
sweat. At 65 they started shaking uncontrollably and I wasn't the only one.
Grunts and moans filled the hall as each pledge fought to complete that
next pushup.

	It was only a matter of seconds before someone was going to drop
like a rock.

	Finally I heard the loud thumb.  Someone was down - out for the
count.  And I guess it really didn't hit me until Gage was kneeling in
front of me that I had dropped first.  He was looking down at me with a
shit ass grin on his face.  I looked down the line in disbelief. Oh god, it
couldn't be!  Surely someone had dropped before me!

	"That's for volunteering," Gage smirked.

	I looked at Arsen and he looked back at me completely horrified.
My heart thrashed in my chest and I thought I'd throw up.

	"On your feet pledge and step up here!" Gage ordered and pointed to
the middle of the hall.

	I was so screwed.  Literally!  I got on my feet with a little help
from Arsen.  Seriously, I was feeling a faint standing center stage for
everyone's viewing pleasure.  Arsen stood behind me and a little off to the
side.  Bone came up to us with the box still wide open. The fucking thing
looked three times larger up close.

	"Oh fuck..." I mumbled.

	"Well?" Gage said.  "We don't have all day.  This wasn't part of
our itinerary.  But being the nice guy I am, I went out of my way to
provide amusement for a group of fucked up pledges.  And as a thank you,
this is what I get?  Stalling?  Drop 'em ass wipe and bend over.  From what
I understand it's a lot easier to take that way."

	I wanted to punch the grin off his face.

	I put my hand on my belt buckle and hesitated.  I looked at the
rest of the guys and I could see how bad my boys felt for me.

	"I'm so sorry," Arsen whispered as I undid my belt.

	I held my breath as I slowly pulled down my zipper.  I was so
embarrassed.  This could not be happening to me.

      Gage whacked the back of my head.  "Hey shithead, I already told you
we don't have all day.  Drop your pants and grab your ankles!"

      I pulled my pants down to where you could just start to see my pubes
when I was interrupted.

      "What's going on?"

      Everyone's head turned towards the stairs.  Q was standing there with
Shaun and Dylan on either side of him.

      Gage shrugged as Q approached.  "Just handing out some much needed
discipline.  You know, business as usual."

      "I see," was all Q said.  He looked inside the box Bone was still
holding in front of me, then at me with my hands on my fly, and finally he
returned his gaze to Gage.  "Put it away and get the trial started.  We
don't have time for this."

      Shaun looked at Q with a mixture of shock and confusion. He was
probably wondering the same thing as Gage - Why was Q stepping on Gage's
toes?  I was sure that Gage was well within his rights to dish out
discipline.  By the look on his face, this was not sitting well with him.

      "Q, I was just doing my..."

      "Do you really want me to repeat myself?" Q interjected, his left
brow raised slightly.

      "No, of course not," Gage conceded thru clenched teeth.  "We'll get
the trail started right away."

      	"Thank you," Q nodded.  He looked at Shaun and Dylan and then
without further discussion, all three walked down the hall and disappeared
around the corner.  I'm sure Shaun and Dylan were both just as confused at
what happened.

      "Get back in line," Gage barked.  He grabbed me by the arm as I
walking away and pulled me back, damn near pressing his lips to my ear.
"Considering yourself lucky pledge.  I'm not going to go up against the big
boss man, but remember this, your Big won't always be around to bail you
out so you better watch your step."

      I picked up my booklet and took my place back in line next to
Arsen. Gage stood there for a moment collecting his thoughts.  He was
definitely pissed off.  I think I'd feel the same way if I were in his
shoes.  Q pretty much made him look irrelevant in front of the pledges and
that had to eat him up.  But even though I understood where he was coming
from, I sure as hell was glad I didn't have to take anything up my virgin
ass.  So whatever...

      "Okay this is how it's going to work ladies, so pay attention," Gage
spun on his heels to ensure he had everyone's attention.  "You each have a
booklet embossed with the name of the pledge you'll be partnered with for
this trail.  The books contain questions - lots of questions.  Just when
you think you're finished, you'll be hit with more questions.  You'll ask
your partner a question, he will answer and then he'll ask you the same
question back.  Each question must be read and asked out loud.  Every
question must be answered completely and truthfully.  That is the whole
point of this exercise.  We're testing your honesty.  Don't try and tell a
half truth or a little white lie. We will know.  Let me repeat that.  We
WILL know.  Remember, this is The Brotherhood...there is little we don't
know.  Do not skip ahead.  Do not read, glance at, think about or
conjecture about the next question unless the previous one has been
answered.  You will continue filling out the books until you're done or
until a Brother knocks on your door and tells you the trial is over." He
paused and looked at his watch.

       "Any questions?"  He waited for about half a second before he said,
"Good, let's get to it."

      I was told to go into Ant's room with him, but before I left the
hall, I wished Arsen good luck with Mike.  I was so glad I didn't get stuck
with that prick.

      "Dude," CJ said as he passed me and playfully slapped my stomach.  I
was expecting more but that was it.  He's nothing if not a scholar.

      I walked into Ant's room.  The moment he closed the doors, he pushed
me from behind onto his bed and started lightly punching my sides.  "You
lucky shit!" he laughed.  "You almost had to take an elephant cock up your
ass."

      "Tell me about it!"  I flipped him around and was now on top punching
his arm.  We just fell back laughing our asses off.  "Holy shit!  You have
no idea how fucking scared I was."

      "I can imagine!  When I saw the size of that thing I thought they
were planning on tearing you a new one.  But I'm sure you would've enjoyed
it anyway. Come on, admit it.  You wanted it."

      "Yeah, I love the idea of being split in two in front of an
audience!"

      "I can hear you now," he laughed, then started moaning.  "Oh fuck
me...harder, harder...shove that big dildo up my ass!"

      "Fuck off!" I laughed and shoved him off the bed.

      The banter kept up, and so did the horse play.  He kept teasing me
and I kept threatening violence, but in a brotherly way.  It was just what
I need to calm my nerves.  God I love that kid!  He was so easy to get
along with and so much fun to be around.  Ant was definitely the heart of
our little crew.

      Eventually we had to stop and get down to business.  "Let's get the
ball rolling," he said, grabbing his booklet and breaking the seal with the
pen.  I followed his lead and sat in front of him on the floor with my legs
crossed.  "Okay, first question..."

      OH...MY...GOD!  The questions were out of control and asinine.  They
asked everything under the sun and then some.  It started off with the
basic demographic.
	Name, age, where you're from and all that crap.  It went downhill
from there, just page after page of the dumbest questions imaginable.  From
my favorite number and color, to the street I grew up on and the name of my
first pet - they wanted it all.  Favorite car, movie, actor, blah, blah,
blah.  We did as we were told, and continued on, but each inquiry begged
the same reaction from us.  What was the fucking the point?

      The questions were tedious sure, but more importantly, the answers
were boring.  What would be the point to lying about them?  If this was a
trial, it seemed to be challenging our patience, not our honesty.

      "What is this?" Ant asked, flipping thru the pages we just finished,
but not daring to look ahead at the other billion pages.

      I shrugged.  "Who fucking knows?"  I rubbed my throat and swallowed
hard.  "My throat is dry as hell."

      "Who gives a damn if I ever cheated on a test in high school?  Or if
I can play freaking poker?"  Ant ranted.

      I started laughing.  "As much fun as it is to hear you bitch, let's
keep going.  I want this to be over."

      "I guess," he nodded and asked me the next question.

      I won't bore anyone with a list of all the mundane questions they
asked; I certainly don't have the time or energy to go thru it all again.

      We had just turned to page 36, when one of the Brothers entered the
room.  He didn't say a word, he just threw us each a bottled water and
handed me a digital voice recorder.  I looked hesitantly at Ant, mentally
asking him if I should ask the Brother what the recorder was for.  He
didn't have to say a word, the look on Ant's face clearly said, 'Don't do
it.'

      I followed his silent advice and kept quiet until the Brother left.

      "What do you think?" I asked as took a gulp of my water.  "Are we
supposed to start using the recorder instead of writing shit down now?"

      "No clue," he answered with a shrug.  "I say we just keep doing what
we're doing until we have reason to do otherwise."

      So the questions continued.  We started to notice every so often
they'd throw in a serious question here and there.  The kind that forced
you to stop and think if you really wanted to answer truthfully.  For
example, we had to ask if we ever witnessed any domestic violence in our
home.  It was like they threw us a curve ball, as it followed a question
that simply asked if we'd ever been to France.  Ant and I both answered no
to the domestic violence and France questions.  Regardless of the question
I was telling the truth and I was hoping Ant was doing the same.  I think
he did.

      Around page 35, the bullshit questions started to get interesting,
personal and sexual.

      "Um..." Ant blushed and suddenly looked uncomfortable.

      "What?" I inquired.

      Then he started laughing.  "How old were you when jerked off for the
first time?"

      "What?  Are you fucking serious? It says that?"  I tried to look
inside the book with my name on it, but he pulled it away.

      "Hey man, I'm just reading what's in the book.  Don't shoot the
messenger!"

      It wasn't really a big deal.  The question didn't bother me at all
but it was just so out of the blue it took me by surprise.  "Hmmm, let me
think.  Wouldn't want to get this wrong," I laughed.  "I think I was
twelve.  At least as far as I can remember." Ant was eleven.  The next
question asked if we ever tasted our own load and we both answered yes to
that one.  Seriously, what guy has tried it at least once?

      We threw a few more questions at each other then Ant asked me if I've
ever eaten pussy.  Of course I answered yes. Ant, on-the-other-hand,
answered no when I asked him. I have to admit that kind of surprised me.  A
stud like Ant hasn't eaten pussy?  The next question was if I ever sucked a
cock.  I answered no.  Even though I had this 'thing' going on with Q we
actually hadn't done anything heavy.  I have to admit, the tone of these
new questions started to freak me out a little.  What if there was a
question in there that would give Q and I away?  Of course if a question
like that came up I'd have to lie thru my teeth, but I was still afraid the
Brother's might somehow know the truth.  I could only hope Q would cover it
up on his end.

      "So same question back at you," I said, "have you ever sucked a
cock?"  I automatically started to write in 'NO' figuring that would be the
answer.  But when Ant didn't answer me right away, I stopped and looked up
at him.  Ant was like a hundred miles away, absently tapping the book with
his pen.  "Yo Ant!"  He still didn't say anything - even after I snapped my
fingers at him.  "Okay...I'll just put you down for a 'NO' then."

      "Don't," he said just as I started to write.  "The answer is yes."

      I wrote down his answer and left it at that.  Yes, I was shocked and
a bit curious but I didn't ask.  And it was clear he wasn't going to
volunteer any information, so I sure as hell wasn't going to ask him for
any.  Something was clearly on his mind for it took him a minute to collect
himself, but he eventually flipped the page and asked me some lame ass
question I don't even remember anymore.

      I do remember this though, when I flipped my page, expecting to find
the same lass ass question it wasn't there.  Instead, there was a white
sticker over the question with instructions on it.  "Well this is new," I
said looking up at Ant.  "It says to start the recorder and remove the
sticker when I'm ready to ask the question.  I'm not supposed to stop or
interrupt you until you're done."

      I reread the question, then looked up at Ant.  "What do you think
that's all about?"

      "No idea," he answered pointing at the next question in his book,
"but it looks like I have a similar question for you.  There's a sticker in
this book too."

      "Well only one way to find out."  I started the recorder and pulled
off the sticker.  I don't know why, but I did it quickly, like pulling off
band-aid.  "Describe in detail how your first relationship came about and
why it's now your most painful memory."  I kind of pulled my brows together
and jerked my head back a little.  "That's a fucking odd question."

      I smirked and looked up at Ant.  It was like I was looking at a
ghost.  His face was pale and his expression was blank.  He spaced as if I
had just told him he dog died or some shit.  Clearly, Ant wasn't expecting
that question to be thrown at him.  I wanted to say something to him.  You
know, to make sure he was okay, but I remembered the sticker warning not to
interrupt him while the recorder was on.

      So I just sat there in awkward silence.  I didn't know where to look,
it felt wrong to just stare at him.  So I gave him his space by looking
aimlessly around the room. I couldn't help but wonder what question was
waiting for me under Ant's sticker.  It couldn't possibly be same question
I asked Ant.  It wouldn't apply, I don't have that kind of experience to
share with him.  But I figured it had to be something that would make me
just as uncomfortable as I made Ant feel.  I felt like such a dick for
doing that to him.  But I was under orders, at this point, all I could do
was wait until he told his story.

      "I uh...I uh..."

      I looked at him the moment he started to speak.  He wasn't looking at
me.  Instead, his eyes were fixed on some random spot on the floor.

       "I grew in your typical white suburban neighborhood complete with
the soccer moms, minivans, and SUV's in the driveways.  It was the kind of
place where the worst crime you might hear about was someone jaywalking or
a kid stealing penny candy from the corner store. You know, some bullshit
like that.  It was small town, but it was our town and everyone loved it.
It was the kind of place where you knew everyone and you always felt safe."
      I'm guessing a random memory came to him because he laughed to
himself before he continued.  "When I was five, the family across the
street moved away.  I remember because the entire neighborhood made a big
deal about it by throwing them a block party as a going away gift.  I don't
remember much about it, you know, being five and all.  But to this day,
people still talked about it.  Apparently it was a big hit.

      "Anyway, a few months later the house was bought by the Rodriguez
family.  They were the first Hispanic family to move into our neighborhood.
Actually they were the first non-white family period.  To say the least, my
mom was worried about them. She was afraid they wouldn't be accepted at
face value.  You know how small towns can be...close knit, self preserving,
hard to break into.  So mom made it her personal mission to make sure they
got a fair chance."  Ant smiled and looked at me for the first time since
he started talking.  "My mom is cool like that."

      "So two days after the family settled in, my mom organized the other
neighborhood ladies into an ad hoc welcoming committee and knocked on the
Rodriguez's front door.  They were warm, friendly, down to earth and an
instant hit.  The whole neighborhood loved them.  They brought with them a
special kind of flavor our community was seriously lacking.  My mom and
Teresa really hit it off and our two families became really close.  The
cool thing for me was they had a five your old son, Alessandro.  Oddly
enough our birthdays fell on the same day so we always celebrated them
together.

      "Alessandro and I were inseparable.  It started off with play dates
in the afternoon that turned into sleepovers as we got older.  We had
daycare together, pre- school, and all that jazz.  We became like
brothers."  He laughed suddenly and threw his head back.  "In fact the joke
in the neighborhood was that we were brothers form another mother.  I loved
it.  He was my best friend in the whole world."

      Ant stopped suddenly.  I don't know if he was just collecting his
thoughts or if he just remembered something unpleasant, but it looked to me
like something was bothering him.

      "For our 12th birthday we had a huge party over my house.  All the
kids came over and there were a ton of us all around the same age expect
for Ricky. At sixteen he was the oldest boy on our block and all the boys
looked up to him as if he was God's gift to everybody...especially the
girls.  He was the oldest, and be default, that made him the coolest.  He
was already six feet tall with a nice jock build.  To us kids he was damn
near an adult.  Plus, he went out with Missy.  She was the prettiest girl
on the block and a year older than him. That alone scored him major points
with our crew.

      "All the boys wanted to be like him and he knew it.  So when he was
at our party that afternoon, he kept showing off by making out with Missy
in plain sight of us.  Soon, everyone was talking all this crap about what
they would do if they had a hot ass girlfriend like Missy.  Remember, we
were barely 12 years old, it's not like we had any idea what the fuck we
were talking about."

      He laughed softly.

      "At one point during Ricky and Missy's deep tongue kissing session, I
remember looking at Alessandro and thinking how nice he looked, how grown.
It was summer and hot as hell so none of us guys had our shirts on,
especially since we had just finished playing an intense game of freeze
tag.  We were always outdoors playing all sorts of games and sports so even
at twelve our bodies were already starting to take shape.  In my head, I
remember us looking more like 14 year-olds, but honestly, that might just
be a distorted memory. But it wasn't Alessandro's build that made him stand
out, it was his complexion. I mean there he was, an amazing bronzed body,
in the midst of all these white boys.  It was the kind of natural tan any
white person would slap their grandma to achieve."

      I busted out laughing and keep in mind reading this not the same as
hearing it directly from Ant. Trust me it was funny shit!

      "Plus he had these dazzling green eyes that stood out like two bright
beacons set against the evening sky; long, wavy hair as black as the
darkest night; a smile that could take a hold of you when you least expect
it..."

      Ant trailed off, lost in his memories. After hearing him describe
Alessandro, I began to get the picture.  It was kind of sweet actually and
I couldn't help but smile.

      "That night Alessandro slept over my house. My parents always let us
stay down in the basement family room during sleepovers. It was nice
because my friends and I would have our privacy and my parents rarely came
down after we ate dinner.  So we were lying on the floor on our stomachs,
side by side, should to shoulder, dressed for bed in only our boxer
briefs. We were reading some gaming magazine and talking about the party,
and Ricky in particular.

      " 'I don't get what the big deal is,' Alessandro said to me.  'Ricky
slips Missy his tongue and all the guys go ape shit over it.  Like they've
never seen a guy and girl kiss before.  They've got cable, don't they?'

      " 'I know!' I agreed. 'But I bet half the guys that were here tonight
probably jack off to the thought of kissing Missy.'

      "We laughed our asses off.

      " 'Not me!' Alessandro insisted as if he was taking some big stand.
'She really doesn't do it for me.'

      " 'Bull!' I countered.

      " 'No really,' he kept insisting.  'She's not even my type.'

      " 'Oh really?  What's your type then?'

      "He was looking at me and I was staring at him, waiting for him to
answer me.  The answer he gave wasn't the one I was expecting.  He simply
leaned over and kissed me on the lips.  I was fucking stunned.  I couldn't
move or say a word.  My best friend of seven years just kissed me.  What
was I supposed to say to that?

      "The second Alessandro realized what he had done, he freaked out,
bolted out of the basement and ran outside.  It took me a few seconds to
snap out of it and run after him.  Now picture this!  Two boys running from
backyard to backyard in their underwear at like two in the morning.  And
for some reason all the neighbors thought it'd be a good idea to have their
sprinklers going at the same time.

      "I wanted to yell out his name, but I really didn't feel like waking
up half the neighborhood so all I could do was run after him.  Alessandro
was fast but as every game of tag had ever proved - I was faster.  It
didn't take me long to catch up to him.  I grabbed him by the shoulders and
forced him to stop

      " 'Hold on!' I said to him as I spun him around.  The bastard punched
me!  I was dazzled and had to take a few steps back.  We were in the
Corbin's back yard and it was sprinkler central.  With every spin of the
sprinkler head, our body's were assaulted with a cold water.  Before long
we were drenched.  And my cheek was bright red.

      I could tell he felt bad the second he saw me rubbing my cheek.

      " 'Ant, I'm so sorry!' he said, walking towards me with his hand
outstretched.

      "The second he got close enough I fucking decked him in the jaw and
tackled his ass to the ground.  It was the first time we ever got physical
with each other.  Yeah we horsed around all the time and loved wrestling
with each other but this was different. His had anger behind it.

      "I landed on top of him and pinned his hands over his head so he
couldn't hit me.  He starts yelling for me to get off him. All I could
think was this idiot is going to wake up the whole neighborhood, especially
my parents.  So what did I do to shut him up?  I start kissing him.  Just
like that.  I wanted to punch him but instead I kissed him.  He struggled
for all of two seconds, then kissed me back.  It wasn't a quick peck like
before.  This time there was some serious making out going on.

      "Not to gross you out or anything, but I felt him get hard against my
crotch which was already rock solid itself.  He started grinding into me as
we kissed.  Without a second thought, I returned the favor.  After teasing
and grinding for like five minutes, I decided got bolder.  I reached down
between us and slipped my hand into his boxer briefs.  I gave his cock a
nice hard squeeze.  He responded to my touch with a moan, then bit down
softly on my lower lip.  I was in heaven.  It was the first time I ever
touched another guy's piece and it felt incredible to me.  I slowly jerked
his cock and he was quick to slip his hand into my underwear and return the
favor.

      "For a moment we completely forgot we were jerking each other off at
2am, in the middle of the Corbin's back yard under spinning sprinklers. But
it felt so fucking right.  We kissed harder and jerked faster.  I remember
him biting my ear and whispering he was about to cum. A few seconds later,
I felt his warm load all over my hand. He felt the same thing a few seconds
after that.

      "As we came down from our high, I rolled off him and laid by his
side.  'That was hot,' I said between breaths.

      "He couldn't even speak so he just nodded.  I put my hand up in the
air so the sprinklers would wash away the cum and we both started laughing
hysterically, especially when he ended up doing the same.

      "That's when the Corbin's kitchen light came on.  We jumped up and
ran like hell back to my place, laughing the whole way there.  There was a
lot of talking to be done that night.  We were open and honest about our
feelings for each other which lead to some pretty amazing self discovery.
Not to mention a lot of exploration and firsts that night.  We were a
little freaked out because we knew what it all meant. The only thing we
knew about gays was stuff we saw on T.V or the jokes people cracked about
them in school.  Still, we decided to take a chance and see where we'd end
up."

      He paused for a moment, slipped his hand thru his hair and rested his
face on his open palm.  "I was so in love," he added.  The pain in those
words it made my stomach twist.  "I'm sure you're thinking what do two
twelve year olds know about love?" Ant smirked softly.  "But it's true!  It
wasn't a onetime thing or a phase we were going thru.  Even though we had
to keep it all secret, it felt very real.  It was very real.  We were
together all thru junior high and high school.  Six amazing years together;
I mean we had our ups and downs like any other couple.  We sure as hell
weren't perfect, but when all said and done we grew more in love with each
day.  Alessandro was everything to me.

      "We dated girls, of course, to keep up appearances, but we hated
every minute of it.  Every couple months or so we'd date some random girls
from school for a month or two so people wouldn't talk.  And I don't know
what it was but we always managed to get the innocent yet slutty girls who
were more than willing to jump down our pants.  I don't know if there was
just something in the water or what, but it was fucking annoying as hell.
Kissing was as far as we were willing to go with our 'girlfriends' because
actually sleeping with them was a thought we simply wouldn't consider.  I
mean we were already using them for our own sakes, so sleeping with them
would be an all time low.  Besides, we too much in love with each other to
just sit back knowing we were screwing other people.

      "We did all the normal shit couples did like go to the mall or the
movies, but we usually did double dates so Alessandro and I could be
together.  It was pretty funny walking around with our arms around them
while we were making eyes at each other.  They probably wouldn't have felt
the same way, but that's all water under the bridge now."

      "A little mischievous grin appeared on his lips.  'I remember one
time when we were like seventeen the four of us went to the movies.  The
theater wasn't busy at all, at least not for that movie, but we still sat
way in the back.  Our girls sat between us and we started making out with
them at some point.  The girls were totally into it, with their eyes closed
and everything.  Yet the whole time we were kissing them, we were looking
at each other rolling our eyes.  We were actually holding hands behind the
seats.  We did shit like that all the time.  Mostly to see what we could
get away with, especially in public.

      "Alessandro winked at me, nodded towards the screen and then pulled
away from Mandy.  'Babe I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be back.'  He
got up and slapped me in the head as he walked by me.

      " 'Yeah I have to go too,' I whispered and followed him out.

      "The bathrooms were empty because none of the movies had let out yet.
Alessandro didn't waste any time.  He backed me into one of the stalls and
started kissing me right away.  Before I could come up for air, he locked
the door, pushed me against it and started to devour my lips and neck.  I
was so fucking hot for him.  He lifted my shirt up and kissed and nibbled
his way down to my right nipple.  He knew when I got really horned up they
got really sensitive so he'd always suck on them just to drive me fucking
crazy.  He was on my nipple for a good minute while ran my hand thru his
hair and down his back.

      "I couldn't take it anymore!  I was so fucking hard for him.  I put
my hands on his shoulder and slowly pushed him down to his knees.  He
rubbed and massaged the length of my cock thru my jeans before he damn near
tore them open and buried his face in my boxer briefs.  He sucked on my
head thru my underwear, lapping up all the precum I was leaking out. He
loved to tease my dick like that.  I..."

      Ant broke off suddenly and looked up at me.  "Man, I'm really sorry!
I'm sure you don't want to hear any of this.  I guess I kind of forgot
where I was and who I was talking to," he laughed.

      Are you fucking kidding me?  He couldn't stop now!  I was boned up
and hard as a rock listening to his story.  This was all new to me so I was
very intrigued by the whole thing.  "Dude, don't worry about it I don't
mind.  Besides," I pointed down to the question, "it says you have to
describe in detail so you really can't stop now.  Really it's cool."

      "You sure?'

      "I'm fine.  Go for it.  So he was sucking you thru your boxers
and..."

      "Yeah, so there he was on his knees sucking on my knob thru my
underwear and I'm going fucking crazy.  'Babe just suck me...please,' I
begged in between moans.  Yeah, he wasn't listening to me.  He reached up
with one hand and tweaked my nipple and massaged my balls thru my underwear
with his other hand.  After a couple of minutes of this torture he finally
pulled my boxers down.  My cock sprang out like a board and smacked him in
the face.  He looked up at me laughing before he took my dick his mouth.  I
moaned so fucking loud it echoed thru the restroom.  With six years of
practice, Alessandro was an expert at taking care of my needs that's for
damn sure.  He was sucking and jerking my cock while slurping up all the
precum that was oozing out.  I closed my eyes and leaned back against the
door, with my hand behind his head feeding him my throbbing cock.  I
couldn't stop moaning.  He was just that good!  And every little noise I
made only fueled his desire to devouring my cock even more.  He deep
throated my cock until his noise was buried in my bush and I felt him
inhaling in my scent.  It was so fucking horny!

      "He'd let my cock slide out of his mouth and pushed it against my
stomach so he could lick and bit down on a certain spot under the head.  He
knew it drove me fucking nuts and he just loved to see my cock pump out the
precum.

      " 'I'm going to cum soon!' I don't know how I managed to say that
much in one breath. That all the energy I had left.  He took my cock deep
in his mouth again and just held it there.  He did this thing where he
massaged the head of my cock with the back of my throat.  I lost control.

      " 'Oh fuck!' I was done!  I was banging my head against the door as I
blasted his mouth with cum over and over again.  My knees felt like they
were about to give out from under me, so I pushed against the stall walls
just to keep myself from collapsing. He was sucking me off trying to get
every last drop.

      "As good as that was, this is where things really got interesting.  I
opened my eyes and saw this dude looking down at us from over the stall.  I
have no idea how long he was there but I could definitely tell he was
jerking off.  He had his eyes half closed and his arm moving wildly. Yeah,
he was jerking it for sure.  I have to say, he wasn't all that bad looking.
He had shaggy blond hair, blue eyes and was around our age I'd say.  Maybe
a couple years older.  It took him a second to realize I was looking dead
at him.  He fucking froze and I really didn't know what to do.  Alessandro
was still on my cock.

      "I don't know what got into me but I grinned and winked at him to
assure him it was cool.  Alessandro spun me around and attacked my ass with
his tongue.  My hands were clinging to the top of the stall door and my
back was perfectly arched to give Alessandro access to my hole, which he
tore up.  I'm telling you he had a magic tongue.  He wasn't down there long
before I heard him undoing his belt and opening up jeans.  He worked over
my ass just enough to get me nice and wet.  Slowly Alessandro stood up,
kissing and licking his way up my spine until his hard cock slipped between
my ass cheeks.  He kissed my neck and licked my ear as he slowly ground his
cock into me, coating my ass with precum.

      "I begged him to fuck me and this time he listened.  I felt him place
his cock against my hole and I couldn't wait so I pushed back against it
and felt it pop inside me.

      " 'Oh fuck baby...' Alessandro breathed into my ear as I continued to
impale myself on his hot, throbbing rod until I felt his balls against my
ass.  He then slipped his hand around my neck and pulled me back against
his chest so we could kiss while his cock was buried deep in my ass.

      "I slipped my hand up the back of his neck, grabbed a fist full of
his hair and pulled his head back so he could see the guy who was jerking
off one stall over.  Alessandro stopped everything and we both stared at
the guy.  At this point, he stopped jerking as well.  Everyone just stood
there frozen, not sure of what to do next.  Personally, I was fucking horny
as hell and didn't give shit that kid was getting off on us.

      "I pulled Alessandro towards me and kissed him.  'Fuck me..." I
whispered to him and squeezed my ass around his cock.

      "He bent me forward and started fucking me like he'd never fucked me
before.  Oh my god!  I was the most intense fuck ever!  Knowing someone was
watching us really got his juices going.  He pounded my ass like it was the
last piece he'd ever have, the sound of his balls slapping my ass bounced
off the walls.  I was loud as hell too and I usually don't make that much
noise when we have sex but I sure as hell couldn't help it that night.  My
cock never really went completely soft but I was rock hard again and pumped
it while my man fucked me hardcore.

      " 'I'm cumming!' he damn near yelled and pulled be back up against
him so we could kiss.  A few moments later I felt him shoot his load deep
inside my ass.  It was the fucking hottest thing ever!  He slapped my hand
away and jerked me off furiously as his cock deposited the last of his load
inside me.

      "We looked up at the kid as Alessandro kissed me from behind and
jerked me off.  I heard the kid mumble 'oh shit' and saw his body start
convulsing with pleasure so I knew he was spewing his shit all over the
stall wall.  Just seconds later I exploded for the second time all over the
door with my man's cock still buried deep inside my ass.

      "Alessandro slowly pulled out of me and we collapsed onto the toilet
seat panting heavily.  You would have thought we'd just run a hundred mile
marathon.

      " 'Thanks for the show!' the kid grinned.  'It was fucking hot!'

      " 'No problem,' Alessandra answered.  'But lets keep this between us,
okay bud?'

      " 'Are you kidding me,' he laughed.  'I'm here with my girl watching
a movie.  She'd kill me if she knew what I was doing.'

      " 'So are we!'

      "We all cracked the fuck up!

      "We got an ear full when we returned to the theater.  The girls
simply didn't understand why we were MIA for almost twenty minutes.  We
broke up with them that night and went over to the mall parking lot where I
gave his ass a good pounding.  We discovered having sex in public places
really got us horned up.  I confess, after that night, we started doing it
everywhere!"

      Ant laughed.

      "We were prefect together, so happy and so much in love.  In six
years our love never faded, not even a little.  Eventually, after all that
time, we got tired of constantly having to be careful and afraid someone
was going to out us.  About a month before we turned eighteen, we decided
to come out to our parents.  We were scared as hell.  We actually flipped a
coin to see whose parents we'd tell first and I lost.

      "I was so fucking nervous that night.  We came downstairs from my
room and sat on the couch across from my parents.  I was so fidgety and
couldn't sit still.  My mom instantly got the concerned 'mom-look' on her
face.

      " 'Mom, Dad...we have something we want to tell you,' That was all I
was able to say.  No matter how hard I tried I couldn't get the words out.
I kept choking up and I even start to tear up a little.  I couldn't do it.
The last thing I wanted to do was break my parent's hearts.  Alessandro
took the lead and slipped his hand into mine. He then put his other arm
around me.  That's all it took.  My mom covered her mouth and started to
cry.  My father stood up.  I braced myself for the yelling match that was
about to ensue.

      "But my dad surprised me by sitting next to Alessandro and putting
his arms around us.  Then my mom sat next to me and did the same.
Alessandro and I looked at each other wondering what weird dimension we
walked in it.  Apparently my parents had always suspected there was more
going on between us than we let on.  They just never said anything; they
thought it best to wait until we were ready to tell them ourselves.

      "So all and all it wasn't as bad as we thought it was going to be.  I
mean there was a lot more to it than that; about two days worth of
discussions but in the end everything turned out okay.

      "The following week we decided to tell Alessandro's parents.  We
weren't as nervous this time around.  Everything went so well with my
parents and like them, Alessandro's folks loved me like a second son.  We
found ourselves in the same situation; sitting on a couch across from his
parents.  Alessandro didn't waste any time even though I could tell he was
getting nervous.  He just came right out and said the words 'I'm gay' and
his parents just looked us.  His father sort of laughed and asked if he was
joking.  Alessandro choked out a small 'no.'  His father rubbed his face
and fell silence.

      "Out of nowhere his father exploded with anger.  We jerked back when
he stood up because it looked like he was about to hit us.  He was yelling
so loud we could barely understand him.  His mom just sat there, shaking
her head and balling her eyes out.  A few minutes ago, I was like a son to
him.  Now he was calling me every name in the book"

      Ant stopped his story.  He took a deep breath, then looked at me with
tears in his eyes.  "I'm not going to repeat them, Jacob."

      I simply shook my head in understanding.  I didn't know what else to
say.

      Ant looked down at the bed for a minute, then wiped his eyes.  Again
he looked at me.  "Did I mention how much I loved Alessandro?"

      I smiled gently, "Yes, a couple of times."

      He nodded and smiled too, but his smile had an inherent sadness to
it.

      Another deep breath, and Ant continued on with his story.  "That's
when he smacked the hell out of Alessandro."

      "Who?" I know I wasn't supposed to interrupt, but I was lost.

      "His father.  He had always been strict, even harsh, but neither of
us expected this kind of violent reaction.  I know it took Alessandro by
surprise.  From his position on the couch, it was all he could do to
protect his head and upper body.  I got pissed and shoved his dad backward.
He raised his hand to hit me but managed to control himself.  He was
shaking, but he just yelled for me to get out.  When I didn't move, his mom
started screaming.  This was my fault and he wanted me out.  I wasn't
welcome in their home...my second home for more than 13 years.

      "I couldn't take it anymore. The last thing I heard as I ran out was
his father telling me to 'stay the fuck away from their son.'  I could hear
Alessandro trying to follow but his father must've stopped him because he
never came.  I walked home fuming mad.  By this time his family had moved
two blocks down and around the corner to a bigger house, so unfortunately I
had a little walk ahead of me.  People I knew passed by me on the street.
They tried to start up a conversation with me, but I blew them off.  I got
home and went to straight to my room.

      "A little while later I got a text from Alessandro telling me to just
give everything sometime to blow over, and not to worry if we didn't talk
for awhile. His father was taking everything away from him...his cell
phone, his computer, his car...basically he was grounded for eternity.  He
told me to give it two weeks and he'd find a way to swing by my place; any
sooner and we might just make matters worse.  I told him I was cool with
that and that I'd miss him.  He replied back 'ditto'.

      "Two weeks came and went.  I so desperately wanted to see him.  I
hadn't heard a single word from him in all that time.  I figured his father
had him on some serious lockdown.  I didn't even dare walk or drive on
their street for those two weeks.  I was so depressed, I barely left my
room anyway.  All I wanted to do was be with him.

      "Two and half weeks later I was done waiting around.  I couldn't take
another day without him.  I decided to pay Alessandro a visit.  I left my
house around one in the morning and went thru all the backyards so I could
come up behind his house.  You know, just in case anyone was up.  There was
this big ass tree by his window I used to use to sneak in and out of his
room during school nights.

      "The blinds were shut so I softly knocked on his the window but he
never answered.  I tried a few more times and still nothing.  I tried the
window and was surprised to find it unlocked. I felt like an idiot."

      Again, Ant stopped telling his story.  At least out loud.  The look
on his face, the pain in his eyes told me that somewhere inside his mind,
every agonizing moment was playing out in vivid detail.

      "I uh..." He rubbed his eyes.  "I stepped thru the window into an
empty room.  There was nothing inside but some boxes and loose paper.  The
whole house was empty."  He paused for moment as the first few tears slowly
rolled down his cheeks.  "I kept saying to myself this can't be happening;
that it wasn't really happening.  But no matter how many times I said those
words, it didn't change the fact that he was gone.  It really hit hard when
I was standing in their empty living room, replaying the night we came out
to his parents over and over in my head.

      "I ran up to his room again and stomped on the floor.  There was a
loose floor board he used to use to hide all his porn and if I were him I
know what I'd do.  Sure enough there was nothing left but an envelope.  I
tore thru that sucker like it had a check for ten million dollars
inside. Honestly, I would've paid that much to have him back again.  I
still would.

      There was a letter inside, addressed to me.  I've read it so many
times, it's become a permanent part of me.

      He wrote:

      " 'Anthony, my truest love, I'm so sorry for the way things went down
with my parents.  I had no idea they were going to act like that.  Please
believe I would never have put you thru that if I had known.  If you're
reading this, your obviously sitting in my empty room.  My father got a
little crazy that night.  You remember that job he was offered overseas but
had turned down because he didn't want to move us away from our friends and
family?  Well, he called them back and took the job.  Now, as I write this,
I'm only hours away from boarding a plane to London.  Crazy isn't it?  He
keeps talking about sending me some kind of military school to 'straighten
me out.' He sounds pretty serious about it.  I have to admit, I'm scared.

      " 'I'm so sorry you have to find out this way but I couldn't get a
message to you.  He pretty much had me under lock and key.  I was never
allowed out of his sight.  My father can be pretty scary when he wants to
be.  I won't even talk about the beating he gave me that night.

      " 'I just want you to know that I love you.  I've always loved you
and I will never stop loving you.  We may have an entire ocean between us
now but that won't be enough to keep us apart.  I promise you!  Stay strong
for me and know that I will find you again.  I'll do whatever it takes but
I swear, I'll find you.

      " 'I love you so much baby - Alessandro.' "

      The tears were just flowing down his face like water. I was going to
say something but he continued talking.

      "I read that letter and it hurt to breath.  I couldn't move!  I
couldn't think!  Touch me and I was in pain.  I was on the floor crying my
eyes out.  I couldn't stop even if I had wanted to.  It was like in that
moment a part of me was torn away.  They took him from me.  They just took
him from me..."

      He kept repeating that over and over again until he finally broke
down and really started balling.  Oh my god, my heart hurt for him.  I've
never heard anything so sad.  Watching him cry like that made my eyes tear
right up.  This was Ant for crying out loud.  One of the nicest guys you
could ever hope to meet.  I crawled over to Ant and hugged him close to me.
He clung to me like a little kid does to a parent.

      "I miss him so much Jacob!" he cried into my shoulder.  "It hurts to
think about him!"

      "I know bud, I know..." I did my best to comfort him.  I have to
admit I couldn't stop a few tears from rolling down my cheeks as well.  I
don't care how hardcore you are, if you knew Ant and saw him like that
you'd break down too.

      We were like that for ten minutes easy until he finally started to
calm down some.  The tears stopped and he was breathing normal again.  He
patted me on the side as he pulled away.

      "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get all crazy on you.  It's just..."

      "It's okay Ant.  Don't worry about it.  You're fine."  I thought the
best thing to do then was to lift his spirits.  "So let me get this
straight.  Are you saying you're gay?"

      "You ass!" He laughed and punched my leg.  It was the perfect way to
lighten the mood.

      "What?  I'm just curious.  I didn't quite understand what you trying
to say when you guys where in the bathroom stall.  I'm slow sometimes..."

      We laughed and I ruffled his hair.  "You okay?"

      Ant nodded.

      "Have you heard from..."

      "No...I haven't heard from him since."  He smiled.  "But I believe it
when he says he'll find me."

      I ruffled his hair again and smiled along with it.  "Good!  Because I
believe it too!"

      "Ugh!" he roared and pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes.
"Okay I'm done being a little bitch!  Let's just get this over with."

      "You sure you're okay?"

      "No, but I will be."  He waited for me to move my ass back to where I
was sitting.  "Not to be an ass, but your question better be as fucked up
as mine."

      "Oh, I'm sure it will be.  Come hit me with it!"

      Ant cleared his throat and tore the sticker off.  "Um...okay."  He
read the question to himself first and looked really confused.  "Well that
doesn't make any sense.  How do they expect you to do that?"

      "Do what?"

      "Okay, it says here to describe your very first memory and the
subsequent events."  He snickered.  "How the hell do they expect you to do
that?  I can barely remember what happened a month ago, never mind my
memories as a baby.  This can't be right."

      All I heard was "first memory."

      Then my world fell apart.  My mouth went dry, my vision tunneled, my
head felt heavy.  Too heavy to hold up.  I knew Ant was still talking, but
everything seemed muffled, like my brain had swollen into my ears. The room
was bright, yet everything seemed to black at the same time.  Black...like
that night.

       I was frozen in place as painful memories flooded my mind.  The
first ten years of my life are blank, making the first time I opened my
eyes in those woods a memory I'd never forget.  I was ten years old and
being born for the first time - again. It sure as hell wasn't the most
pleasant experience.  There was screaming. Lots of screaming. Yet I was
alone and terrified.  This was not something I was ready to relive
again. I'd never spoken about that night to anyone outside my immediate
family and the police detectives.

      I always thought it would stay that way.

      "Hey are you okay?" Ant asked and shook my leg.

      "Huh...what?"

      "Dude are you okay?  I look as bad as I feel right now."  He reread
the question again.  "Maybe we should talk to one of the Brothers because
this can't be right."

      "No, it's right," I said reluctantly.

      "Bullshit."

      "No, really Ant," I sighed.  "No bullshit.  My first memory...fuck, I
can't believe after so many years I'm going to retell this story again.
Just when the nightmares had stopped.  I fucking hate my life..."

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