Date: Sun, 22 Jan 2006 15:39:14 EST
From: Heavensforlife@aol.com
Subject: They say- Chapter 15

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	They say that there always comes a point in a man's life when he
needs to confront the truths he's been running away from. They say that
closure is not complete until confrontation has taken place.

	Denton- I spent the afternoon sunbathing and thinking. I declined
Mitchell's offer to go kayaking with him and his friend, instead opting to
stay at the cabin, think and ignore Glass.
	He'd pissed me off earlier. I mean, honestly, I am a grown man but
he's treating me like some kid. And what about that threat, "There will be
hell to pay." What was he some kind of assassin?
	I thought about it and the more I thought, the more I realized that
the Tribe was hiding something from its pledges. It was probably hiding
something from its members as well. I had a feeling only a handful of
people, Glass included, new exactly what was going on in the deep inwards
of the fraternity.
	My mind wandered as the afternoon sun began to set and the air
turned cool, to my first day here. I remembered the elated feeling I got
when I saw the Tribe- how powerful it all seemed. I remember that sense of
worth I got when I saw the invitation. I felt like I belonged to something
greater- that I was something greater.
	That feeling was gone now as I sat in a lounge chair watching the
sunset realizing that I had given up my dignity, and probably my freedom,
at the chance at the perfect life- the life that was proving not to be so
perfect.

	Charles- When we walked back to our hotel room from the pool, the
sun had set and the air was dark and still. It felt weird lingering behind
the crowd with Prince, but in a way it felt nice. All the guys were rushing
back to their rooms to change into sexy college outfits fit for picking up
chicks in town.
	Prince and I had other plans, and we were sure we wouldn't be
missed, so we walked slower, soaking in the nighttime, and talked.
	"So do you have a boyfriend," he asked me after a while.
	"No," I said after a slight hesitation.
	"Cool," he said softly. "Me either."
	"I don't really want one," I said honestly.
	"Why's that?"
	"I just don't. I prefer options."
	"I see," he said. He asked me if I was afraid of commitment and I
didn't answer.
	"Why are you so guarded, Charles?" he said after a few moments of
silence.
	"What do you mean?" I feigned ignorance.
	"I mean, no one knows anything about you," he began. "No one who
Charles is." He said the last part in a joking way, but I knew what he
meant.
	"That's cuz there isn't anything to know," I said not making eye
contact. He stopped walking.
	"What are you doing?" I turned and asked.
	He didn't say anything. He was so cute.
	"I'm gonna leave you," I said. Still he didn't move; he just stood
there smirking. "Trust me, Prince. I can have as much fun tonight by
myself."
	He stared me down, and I regrettably was the first to budge. He
took my movement for weakness and once again asked, "Why are you so
guarded?"
	"Why do you care?" I asked, desperately trying to keep the mood
light. "Let's just go back to the hotel." I was inching in on him, trying
to get him to drop the subject.
	"Not until you tell me."
	"Prince, you barely know me," I said, suddenly getting
serious. "Why do you care?"
	"I don't know you because you won't let anyone know you. The rest
of us guys on the team know each other like brothers, but you stick out
because we have no clue who you are."
	"Again, that doesn't explain why you care," I said. I suddenly felt
the need to get defensive. "Why do guys always have to ruin things by
opening up their big mouths and trying to get to 'know' people? If I wanted
conversation, I'd date a girl."
	He cut me off with a hard, raw kiss. I bet I could have tasted his
breakfast with how far down my throat his tongue was. At first I was taken
aback, but eventually, the sheer passion of his touch made it impossible
for me to be passive. I felt my hands move up, feeling his body threw the
thin material of his jacket. I lost myself in his touch, his taste. Slowly,
I ran my hand under his jacket and t-shirt, feeling his smooth, hard skin
underneath. Both of us would have lost control if we had not separated from
each other's grasp, panting.
	We looked at each other, and I noticed something in Prince's
eyes. He was looking at me intensely; as if he could read me, see through
me. I noticed that his eyes reminded me of the way I looked at guys I
wanted to crack; the way I looked at guys I knew I could get. It was the
way I look at a piece of prey before I was ready to make the kill.
	That's when I realized what this was. Prince wanted me. But it
wasn't in the way I wanted to be wanted or in the way I was used to being
wanted. He wanted me so that he could say he had me; so that he could tell
everyone else on the swim team that he had cracked me. I was a trophy to
him.
	He looked at me with that intensity and I gazed back, with the same
look. Then I dropped the bomb.
	"I'm feeling a little tired tonight, Prince. Maybe I'd better crash
early. I'll see you tomorrow." And without hesitation, I turned around and
walked away.

	Denton- I raided the liquor cabinet, returned to my stoop and drank
the sunset away. I didn't bother mixing the drinks, or even pouring them
into a glass for that matter. I did, however, have the sense to keep a jug
of water close to wash down the hard tastes of the hard liquors.
	About an hour after I had successfully drowned a few of my
realizations away, I heard Glass open the patio door behind me.
	"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked, knowing exactly what I was
doing.
	"What does it look like?" I slurred. "Grab a seat and have a
drink." I raised my bottle, lost my train of that and flopped back down on
my lawn chair.
	"Get up," he ordered.
	"You aren't my mom," I protested.
	"Get up, Denton," he said a little more forceful. I sat there, not
moving. He walked over and grabbed my shoulder roughly. "You're a fucking
mess," he said dragging me to my feet.
	"Leave me alone," I protested to no avail.
	"Stand up," he ordered, inches from my face. "What the fuck is
wrong with you? What the hell are doing getting wasted off your ass out
here?" I shook his hand off my shoulder.
	"Listen Glass," I said, backing away. "Leave me alone or I'll pull
your little fake eye out." He stopped. I stopped. I didn't realize the
magnitude of what I had just said until he backed away not saying
anything. He just glared at me. I had no idea what to expect.
	"Hey guys," I heard Mitchell call out from around the corner of the
patio. "Who's up to grill some fish?" Glass continued to look at me,
threatening me without making a sound. I admit I was terrified. I couldn't
believe the words had come out of my mouth. Sure I'd thought them on
countless occasions, but to be careless enough to let something like that
slip. I couldn't believe it. I didn't move; I merely stood there waiting
for his reaction.
	He didn't react. He went inside just as Mitchell and his friend
were rounding the corner with a big catch in tow.
	"Its grilling time, Denton," Mitchell said excitedly. "Where's
Glass."
	I slurred something coherent, pushed past Mitchell and walked into
the house, trying not to stumble on my face on the way up.

	Zach- He lay there, sweating. Jesse had known what to do-
apparently he had done some odd jobs at a hospital in high school. He
quickly had the wound covered, pressure applied. He brought Brooklyn some
extra strength Tylenol for the pain and cool towel to lower his
temperature. The entire time I sat there staring, not knowing what to
do. Everyone once in a while, Brooklyn would try and say something, but
instead only slurs would come out. Jesse would calm him down until he was
quiet again.
	About 45 minutes later, Brooklyn's temperature had dropped and his
skin was back to a decent color. I sat on my bedroom thinking, but not
exactly knowing what to think about.
	"Dude, I'm really sorry," Jesse said softly as he came into my room
and sat on Denton's old bed. I just sat there.
	"It looks like some kind of stab wound he's gonna have to get
checked when he wakes up," Jesse explained. The words went right through
me. 'Had he done that to himself?' I thought pathetically. Of course not,
people don't do that in real life. But what if he had? And what if it was
because of me?
	As if he were reading my mind, Jesse put an arm around me and said
"He didn't do this because of you." That's all I needed to hear, although
in the back of my mind, something told me he had.

	Charles- I walked back to the hotel alone, not phased to the least
about Prince. If he wanted to play games, it was games he was gonna
play. What he didn't realize though, was that he was playing games with the
best gamesman ever, and that I wasn't going to be taken lightly.
	I would have slept with him, don't get me wrong. The thing that
changed my mind was the fact that he didn't want to sleep with me for any
other reason than to sleep with me. I'm attracted to guys that want me to
call them after, that want to cuddle and go on dates and eat frozen yogurt
together. I wasn't attracted to guys that wanted one-night stands. Call me
hypocritical, but to me that would cheapen the act of sex. I wanted a guy
to expect more, so that I was always in control. Prince wanted me to expect
more so that he was in control, and I was not about to give that up to him.
	I figured I didn't really need to get laid tonight. I was still
high from the little reception I'd pounded last night, and even though he
told me to come back down tonight to pound him again, I didn't know if I
wanted to. My heart wasn't in it. I'd save what little sex drive I'd
mustered up for Brooklyn tomorrow when he picked me up from the airport.

	Denton- There is something special about getting wasted around noon
in the afternoon. By dinner, you're fine. You don't have a headache or a
hang over. Its almost as if you've had an uneventful day.
	So when I woke up at eight that night to the smell of grilled fish
and potatoes, there wasn't a trace of hangover or drunkenness. In fact,
part of me didn't even remember that I had been drunk at all.
	What I did remember was what I had told Glass minutes before
stumbling to my bedroom. What his reaction would be terrified me as I went
to the bathroom to freshen up. His powerful steal eyes haunted me as I
walked downstairs, greeted by the sight of Mitchell sitting by a warm fire
reading a book. He was in flannel pajama bottoms and nothing else. His
semi-hard dick was revealed along with a smile when he put his book down on
the coffee table.
	"I knew you'd wake up," he smiled up at me.
	"Yeah? Where's Glass and Dylan?" I asked with a morning raspiness
in my voice.
	"They went out."
	"Oh." I sat down next to him on the loveseat. He pulled my legs
over his and caressed my feet.
	"Glass doesn't want us messing around anymore," I said bluntly. I
didn't see the need in hiding it, I barely new him.
	"I know."
	"Oh. Alright then, I should go back upstairs then," I said. He
pushed my chest back against the couch.
	"I said I know. I didn't say I cared." Then he kissed me like he
had this morning, with that raw intensity that made it impossible to
refuse. He maneuvered his body so that he was lying on top of me with my
leg around his waste. He had me pinned to the couch so that even if I
wanted to, which at this moment I didn't, I couldn't get up anyway. He
continued to kiss me ferociously as he proceeded to grind his hardening
cock into mine, letting me feel just how appreciative he was. I almost
forgot about Glass and his warning, but as soon as the image of him
standing there, staring me down returned to my head, I backed away and
pushed Mitchell's face up, away from mine.
	"We shouldn't do this," I panted.
	He tried to ignore my protest, but I forced his body off of me so
we were both sitting up again. "What did he tell you?" I asked after a few
moments of awkward silence.
	"What?" he said sounding confused and a little pissed off.
	"You said you know. What did he say to you?"
	"That starting something with you would be a bad a idea, like I
didn't already know." Now I was the confused one.
	"What do you mean?"
	"You mean you haven't figured it out yet?" he asked like I was
stupid.
	"Figure what out?"
	"Wait a second. You are telling me you've been living with Glass
for a couple weeks and you still don't know?"
	"Know what? Just tell me already." The smile had returned to his
lips. He knew something, something juicy, and he was enjoying the fact that
he could hang it over my head.
	"Ok. Did you ever wonder why your Big Brother is so guarded? So
secretive?"
	"I just always thought that was his personality. Its kind of sexy,"
I said.
	"Yeah, you are stupid." He stood up and started walking to the
kitchen. I was right there in tow. He went to the refrigerator and took out
a couple beers, and sat down at the bar table speaking as he
spoke. "Everyone of the Bigs has a function to the Tribe, like any other
fraternity. I, for example, am the house secretary. There's a president, a
vice, a treasurer, a social committee chair, a publicist." I was with him
so far. "Then there's what we Bigs call the Hit man."
	"Like as in a hit man?"
	"Not in the sense of an Italian in a dark suit going around killing
people. In the sense that whatever the Tribe needs taken care of, cleaning
up wise, the Hit man takes care of."
	"So I take it Glass is the Hit man," I said intrigued by all I was
hearing.
	"Correct." His speech, his eyes, his words were all shrouded in
secrecy, like he was telling me something dangerous- something
forbidden. "Glass' job is to make sure that all the little 'projects' the
Bigs decide on are carried out without a hitch." He stressed the word
'projects' as I sat there hanging on to every word.
	"What kind of projects?" I asked.
	"Let me ask you something," he continued, "Do you remember anything
about the first big mixer we attended? The one hosted by the Brotherhood?"
	"A little. I remember getting wasted and passing out and messing
around with someone's girlfriend with Glass there. Why?"
	"Denton," he said darkly. "None of that ever happened."

	Charles- I was dozing off when Brooklyn called me.
	"Hey sexy," he said. I still wasn't happy with his decision to stay
behind with Jesse.
	"Hi," I said blankly.
	"Don't tell me you're still upset," he pined.
	"Who's upset?" I replied coyly.
	"Ok. Hey, I have something I really need to talk to you about when
you get back in town," he said.
	"Are you still picking me up from the airport?"
	"Yeah, I guess."
	"Then we'll talk then," I said.
	"Sure," he said. We exchanged a few more words and I hung up. I
didn't even bother thinking about what he possibly had to say. Frankly, I
decided, I didn't even care that much.

	Jesse- He finally fell asleep. I sat there holding his head for
about an hour before he finally went to sleep. Chris hadn't woken up since
I gave him all those painkillers, and Zach had just sat there the whole
time, not saying a word. He just sat there until he finally went to sleep.
	Brooklyn a little before midnight to see how everything was and I
told him everything was fine and that I'd see him in the morning. He said
he had somewhere to be around noon, so we wouldn't have a chance to hookup
and talk about the moving in thing until later. He hung up and I went to
sleep, the whole time thinking how Charles would react when he found out I
was leaving.

	Zach- I fell asleep with this empty feeling. Jesse tried, and I'm
grateful, but it didn't help. I still fell asleep with an empty feeling
that I knew wouldn't be filled until Chris woke up and we talked. What I
was going to say, I still didn't know.

	Charles- It felt weird going to bed without sex because that hadn't
happened in so long. For so long I was hopping from one bed to another,
sleeping with someone somewhere before I fell asleep.
	Tonight, though, I was to preoccupied thinking about everything
from Prince, to Brooklyn, to Jesse, to my performance at the Swim
Meet. Everything I thought about though, always led me back to Brooklyn. I
liked him a lot. He was fun and great in bed and we talked, something I
rarely did with guys I was sleeping. For so long, I thought talking
complicated things. It made it too personal when you finally hit the sack,
but with Brooklyn it wasn't like that.
	I thought about it all until I finally fell asleep, realizing I
hadn't thought about anything I didn't already know.
	When I finally woke up, after what seemed like a long night, I did
my best to avoid Prince during breakfast, which was easy because he seemed
to be avoiding me, and on the way to the airport. I was all to anxious to
get away from the team and go back to my life that I inadvertently forgot
why I was mad at Brooklyn, so by the time I saw him at the airport in his
little car, all I could remember was how sexy he was.
	"Wow. You look happy to see me," he noticed after I had tossed my
stuff in the bag and climbed in. I answered him by leaning over and giving
him a sloppy, tongue-wrenching kiss, which he gladly returned.
 	"Was your trip that bad?" he asked.
	"No," I said as he began to drive off. "I just missed you."
	"So you aren't upset anymore?" he said, sounding extremely
relieved.
	"I don't even remember it," I said, leaning over again, this time
kissing him while he struggled to keep his eyes on the road.
	"You know my rules about fucking around in the car," he said as he
pushed my face away.
	"Yeah, yeah," I replied. "You can only handle one stick at a time;
not while you're driving." I mocked him. "So park this damn thing and play
with my gears." I blew on his neck and I could feel him shudder.
	"Stop," he said, not meaning it but actually encouraging me to
continue. He drove, trying desperately to keep his eyes facing straight
ahead, and I lowered my hand into the seat of his crotch. I felt through
his rough denim for his sexy low-hanging balls, rubbing them gently through
the fabric. I played with his ear and sucked away at his neck as he
squirmed, trying to keep his composure.
	"Stop the car," I whispered. I wanted him right then and there in
his little Jetta. I began rubbing my palm against his package harder,
feeling it harden under my touch.
	"You're gonna wreck us," he said through gritted teeth.
	"I know," I whispered. "But have to have you right now," I said
slowly, clutching his hard cock through his pants as I emphasized the
words. Without bothering to look up, I felt the car slow down and I knew
that Brooklyn was nearing the edge and that he was finding a spot for us to
park and play. "I win." I said.
	"You always win," he whispered. "One day, I'm gonna do that to you
when you're driving."
	"That's the problem, sexy. I can multi-task." He laughed. I stopped
teasing him long enough for him to pull in to a deserted school parking
lot.
	"This is a appropriate," I commented as he put the car in park.
	"Hey," he replied. "Of course it is. I lost mine in a school
parking lot."
	"An elementary school?" I asked pointing out the sign.
	"Shut up and let me fuck you," he said undoing his seatbelt
releasing the latch, sending his seat flying back. I climbed on top of him,
straddling him and trying not to hit my head on his short roof. I leaned in
and made out with him in the position, him grinding my head into his with
his strong grasp around my neck. I felt my boner sliding up and down
against his, making me more and more hard feeling the friction between
us. Our range of motion was limited in the car, but I didn't care. I wanted
his cock no matter.
	I slid my body back to my chair and took off my clothes in one
solid motion as Brooklyn did the same. In seconds, we were both naked and
lying on top of each other again, sweat adding the necessary lubrication
for our bodies to rub up against each other.
	"I missed you," he whispered in my ear.
	"Yeah?" I breathed sexily. "How much?"
	He was massaging my ass, getting closer and closer to my whole as
we kissed.
	"Bad," he breathed.
	"Oh yeah?" I said, urging him on. I was grinding my cock into his
and my ass back into the two fingers he had inserted. I was feeling his
strong chest with my hands.
	"Yeah," he said, finger-fucking me harder. "I want you babe," he
whispered in my ear as I sat up. I put my hands on his chest and positioned
my ass right over his hard dick. I slowly lowered my body so that his sexy
cock engulfed me, filling me up to the brim. I smiled down at him, noticing
the sweat drip from my body to his. He smiled up at me, bucking his hips so
that his cock was going in and out of my ass.
	We fucked savagely in that position for what seemed like forever. I
kept bumping my head on the car ceiling but I didn't care because the
bumping coming from below felt so good. I would meet Brooklyn's thrust with
my own, maximizing both of our pleasure. My cock was bouncing against his
stomach quickly, ready to explode any second.
	In a purely acrobatic move, I arched my back down so that I could
kiss Brooklyn's sexy lips as he drained his cum into my ass. It felt
amazing feeling his cock spasm over and over in my ass, sending my dick
over the limit. I sprayed my load violently between the both of our torsos.
	Spent, we lay there, me on top of him, in a mess of sticky cum
connecting us. Our breathing shallowed and in no time, we were breathing in
unison. Neither of us spoke for minutes, savoring the quiet feeling of each
other's bodies. After a few minutes, I finally went back to my side of the
car and began sliding my clothes on.
	"So, how was your trip?" he asked casually.
	"It was ok," I said. I told him all about the races and what we'd
placed. I left out Prince and the sexy clerk at the front office, just
because I didn't feel like explaining. I'd tell him sooner or later.
	"I need to tell you something," he said unexpectedly nervous
sounding.
	"Sure," I said. He didn't say it right away. Instead he finished
putting his pants and shirt on and started the car. We drove in silence
until he was on the freeway.
	"You're gonna freak out," he said. That sentence came out of
nowhere and it made me slightly nervous.
	"Why?" I asked.
	"I just need to tell you before Jesse does." Suddenly that feeling
I had had in the hotel room when I couldn't sleep came back to me and I
sensed what he was gonna say without really knowing.
	"What is it?" I asked even though I already knew what was
coming. Almost saying along with him, he said without making eye contact,
"Jesse is moving in with me."

	Yes, confrontation is the door to closure. They say that in every
man's life, there comes a time when he must go head on with the situation
he has been avoiding for so long.

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