Date: Mon, 26 Jun 2006 21:11:32 EDT
From: Heavensforlife@aol.com
Subject: They Say- Chapter 27

**Standard disclaimer applies... contains depictions of gay sex. Continue
at you own discretion.**


	They say that when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. They
say to turn negatives into positives because negatives are opportunities in
disguise. They say that every downside as an upside waiting for it on the
other side.

	Jesse- There was someone new in the class. He came in a minute
before the lecture was supposed to begin, everyone was already seated, and
he handed a note to Brooklyn. He scanned the auditorium for an empty seat
and ended up sitting right in front of me.
	He looked very European, not only his face and his curly hair, but
in the way he dressed. His clothes were designer, probably from Italy or
Spain, and they fit him perfectly. His body was tall and lean with about
half an ounce of body fat.
	He sat tall in front of me and I couldn't help but stare at
him. Even as Brooklyn began the lecture and tried to make eye contact with
me, my gaze was steady drifting down towards the sexy guy in front of me.
	Finally, halfway through the class, I decided to do something about
it. It's not like I'd taken down any notes about what Brooklyn was saying
anyway, so I took out a pen and wrote down my name on a piece of paper and
passed it to him.
	He replied a minute later on the back of the same paper with simply
the words Marco. Nice to meet you.
	Marco. What a fucking sexy name, I thought. I smiled as I wrote
another note on a different paper.
	Dinner?
	I didn't know how he'd react to how fast I was being, but I didn't
feel like letting this sexy hunk get away, especially now that I was back
at a comfortable part in my life.
	You're Forward. Where? He wrote in his reply. I smiled when I read
it.
	You pick, I'll pay. I wrote. At this point, he looked back at me
and I noticed for a brief second how deep green his eyes were. His bone
structure was strong and his smile was to die for.
	Sounds good. Meet me after class. He wrote on the last note he'd
passed. On the bottom was a little happy face with its tongue sticking
out. On the back were two huge balls and a squirting penis. My cock jolted.
	"So if there aren't anymore questions, class is dismissed,"
Brooklyn announced.
	I stood up with my jacket hiding the bulge in my pants, walked out
of the auditorium with a ridiculous grin spread over my face and managed to
make my way out of the classroom without having to make eye contact with
Brooklyn.

	Charles- I wasn't mad at Brooklyn. I wasn't upset or anything. In
fact, I had no idea what I was feeling. I wasn't jealous, I wasn't
disappointed, I wasn't indifferent. What ever I was feeling was completely
new.
	He left for his usual classes and I lay there missing him. The
conversation we'd had about me being afraid he'd leave me had ended with
him lying on the bed beside me assuring me that that wasn't going to happen
anytime soon.
	But moments after he left, I lay there, still afraid. This wasn't
something that was supposed to bother me. I wasn't supposed to care what a
guy I was sleeping with was feeling. It went against my philosophy.
	But Brooklyn wasn't a guy I was sleeping with. He was a guy that I
cared about. A guy that I'd invested time and energy in, and that the
payoff for that was great. I wanted him.
	And so I decided that if I wanted him, I'd have to let it go. He
wasn't going to leave me unless he had a reason, just like I wasn't going
to leave him for no reason. And so I'd bury it, not worry about it and move
on like I always did.

	Zach- I tried his number three times and all three times it rang
until it went to voicemail.
	"Are you coming to bed?" Shane shouted from the bedroom.
	"Yeah," I replied. "Give me a minute."
	I didn't want to go to bed. I wanted to talk to Tag. I wanted him
to know that I'd moved on because I didn't know he was coming back and
there was no way he could fault me for that. I also wanted him to know that
he was being an unreasonable baby.
	I went through so many emotions that night. I was angry at myself
for letting my guard and moving things too quickly with Shane. If I'd taken
my time like I usually did, I wouldn't be so vested in Shane and going back
to Tag would be easy. But the more I thought the more I got upset at Tag
for putting me in this position. How could he expect me to be in the exact
same place I'd been when he left. And not to start on the fact that the
reason he was back wasn't because of some noble reason. He was fucking
around with someone else. Why didn't I have the right to be upset and act
like he was acting? Then I felt guilty, then indifferent, then too tired to
feel anything.
	By the time I made the conscious decision to go to bed, Shane was
fast asleep and snoring on his pillow. I took my clothes off, crawled under
the cover behind him, and put my arm around him. Then I whispered, "I love
you," and immediately fell asleep.

	Jesse- I lay there in bed not believing my good fortune from the
afternoon before. I thought the day would suck, if only because I'd had to
confront my fear of seeing Brooklyn again, but it ended up being one of the
best days I'd had in a while.  We'd met after class and decided I'd take
him out to dinner tomorrow because he had a lot of registration and
administration stuff to do that day. I told him that was cool and that I'd
take him to a really great place.
	Talking to him was refreshing, not just because he had a sexy
accent, but because it was light. He was funny, he giggled, he touched me
somewhere every time he opened his mouth to say something.
	We flirted for all of 30 minutes before he had to say bye. I stood
there and watched him go, a permanent grin on my face.

	Denton- "Oh shit," I muttered when I saw the single white
flashlight make the slow walk from the police car to our car. Luke rolled
down the window.
	"How's it going today fellows?" the officer said. The first thing I
noticed were the cliché glasses he was wearing. The second thing I noticed
was the bulge in his tight khakis. The third thing was the name on his
nametag.
	"We're doing great officer... Holton," Luke replied respectfully.
	I flushed red with embarrassment as just as I was stealing another
glance at the officer's prominent light stick; he shined the light in my
face.
	I smiled up at him sheepishly as he asked me, "What are you fellows
up to?"
	I tried my best to answer as assuredly as possible. "We're just
heading up to Canada for the weekend."
	"I noticed that," said the officer. "I also noticed some illicit
behavior going on while the two of you passed by on the freeway."
	I didn't say anything and neither did Luke. We just sat there
waiting for the officer to continue. This time, when he started speaking,
he put his leather-gloved hand over his crotch and squeezed. He spoke in a
lower tone.
	"You do know it's illegal to perform acts of oral sex in a moving
vehicle, right?"
	"We do officer," Luke replied.
	"Alright then," he said. "Since we're all aware of the law, what do
you two think I should do about this discretion?"
	"Nothing, officer," I said in a timid tone. "It won't happen a
guy."
	"Now what kind of officer of the law would I be if I let you two
off without proper repercussion for your actions?"
	"A good one?" Luke replied sarcastically.
	He shined his light in Luke's face and said, "Step out of the car
wiseass."
	Luke opened the door and got out of the car. He stood tall with
attitude. I had no idea what was coming next.
	"Now you're little horny buddy in there did you the honor of
getting your rocks off earlier, am I right?" Officer Holton asked staring
Luke in the eye. Luke didn't say anything. "Am I right?" he repeated
pressing his body up against Luke's, whose body pressed up against the car.
	"Yes," Luke replied losing his fire and realizing he may have made
a little mistake.
	"Well then what say you get your wise ass on your knees and do me
the same honor?" The cop took his glasses off to reveal that he was dead
serious.
	I'd never seen Luke so submissive before. He got down on his knees,
fumbling with his balance for a second. He reached up with his left hand to
steady himself on the officer's thigh and with his right hand to unzip the
officer's pants.
	"Watch what you do with that zipper, wiseass."
	I saw Luke's head tilt upward to look at the officer as he fished
inside the pants for the cop's dick.
	"Is that what you want wiseass?" Luke didn't reply. With his
leather hand, the cop roughly grabbed Luke by his tight ponytail and yanked
his head back. "Tell me what you want wiseass."
	"It is," Luke said weakly.
	"What is?"
	"Your dick?"
	"My what?"
	"I want your fucking cock, you bastard," Luke replied refueling his
attitude. The officer, obviously turned on by Luke's insolence smiled and
released his head from his grip.
	"Alright then," he replied slowly. This time he was stroking the
side of Luke's face. "Go for it."
	From the looks of it, Luke's philosophy was the sooner he got to
it, the sooner it could end. He went down on the cop's dick with a gusto
I'd never seen from anyone before, let along Luke. He tongued the officer's
dick, long dicked it, deep throated it, kissed it and sucked it with energy
that was foreign to me.
	The officer was obviously pleased with Luke's work because before
long he was taking his gloves off, putting both hands on the back of Luke's
mouth and face fucking my former roommate like he hadn't gotten off in
days.
	"That's it, wiseass... yeah, bud. Suck my mother fucking cock."
	Hearing Officer Holton moan and groan from Luke's touch was turning
me on. Seeing the back of Luke's head bob back and forth was turning me on
even more. With as little noise as possible, I released my straining dick
from my pants and started stroking it to the same rhythm Luke was being
face-fucked by the cop.
	"Oh yeah, bud, that's what I'm talking about. Long dick that
bitch," he was encouraging. It's not like Luke needed much encouraging. He
was going at it with no signs of stopping. "Fuck yeah, I'm about to cum,
bud... awwwh... oh fuck."
	I saw Officer Holten's hips buck wildly as his cock lodged deep
inside Luke's throat. In the all the time I'd known him, I'd never seen
Luke look so submissive. Even when he'd blown me off, he made it known that
that's what he wanted to do and it was purely for his enjoyment, whatever
you got out of it was bonus.
	But seeing him on his knees swallowing this officer's seed was
unbelievable. He looked so sexy, tight ponytail pulled back, head bobbing
back and forth, hands gripped around the officer's hips for better
leverage. The look on the officer's face told me that Luke was giving him
the best blow he new how. I was surprised the sexy cop was still standing.
	After the cop had spilled every ounce of cum onto Luke's tongue,
Luke stood up and smiled, opened his mouth and showed the cop that he'd
snowballed some of his cum. The cop was still weak from the amazing blow
and probably didn't realize what Luke was doing until he'd done it.
	He opened his mouth, leaned his head in and kissed the cop fiercely
on the lips. The two of them swapped spit, and cum, for a few minutes, the
cop getting into by putting one hand around Luke's head and pinning him to
the car. I noticed that Luke was once again stroking the cop's dick and
that it was getting semi-hard again. The cop moaned and continued
tongue-raping Luke like he'd never been kissed before.
	As suddenly as he'd started, Luke pulled back, opened the car door
with his non-stroking hand and slipped in, leaving the cop still standing
there dazed and confused.
	"That was fun officer," he said rolling down the window and
starting the engine. "Too bad we have places to be. Later."
	And he sped away, leaving the cop standing there, still dazed and
confused, pants around his ankles and cock standing straight up.

	Jesse- The next day dragged slower than any day I'd ever lived. I
woke up early, sat around waiting for classes that seemed like they took
forever to finish. I walked around campus hoping that if I moved, time
would speed up and my date with Marco would come quicker.
	The sun finally went down after what felt like a week and I made my
way back to my apartment to get dressed. We'd decided to meet at the
library at 8 for dinner and then take it from there.
	I checked my messages, listened to two from Matt seeing if I was
ok. I'd told him earlier that I was ok and that I was going on a date and
he seemed happy. The third was from the registration office about something
or other so I deleted. The third one jolted me.
	"Hey, Jesse," it began. "This is Brooklyn. Look, I need to talk to
you about something very important so if you could come into class early
tomorrow, I'd really appreciate it. Later."
	The possibilities raced. What did he want? Should I call him back
and find out? Instinctively, thinking that maybe he wanted to patch things
up or something, I grabbed the phone and dialed the number.
	I didn't even think of the possibility of Charles answering until
the heard the "Hello," coming from the other end.
	I didn't know whether to say something or not, so I just held there
quietly until he repeated the welcome three times, sounding more agitated
after each. He finally hung up and so did I, feeling like a complete
idiot. I looked at my phone, threw it down on the ground and got ready for
my date.

	Charles- "Dinner looks good," I commented kindly as I went into the
dining room to eat. Brooklyn had gone all out, even pulling out long
stemmed candles to add atmosphere to the dinner.
	"So do you," he said smiling at me.
	I felt good. I felt like we were trying. I also felt like we were
trying to hard. Is this really what people that were dating did?
	We talked mindlessly about different things: classes, English, my
major, his career, swimming. It was light banter, not heavy. We laughed a
lot, joked a lot, made fun of each other. At one point when he was going on
about Literary Classics and I was zoning out, I slipped my leg up his
thigh. It was fun watching him squirm while trying to keep his train of
thought.
	Then the phone rang it.
	"You better get it," he laughed, looking down at his lap. I smiled
and got up to answer the phone.
	"Hello," I said. There was no answer. I heard the breathing on the
other line and knew someone was there, so I repeated it again and again. I
finally hung up.
	"Who was it?" Brooklyn asked.
	"Dunno," I replied. "They didn't say anything."
	"Check the caller ID," he instructed.
	So I did. I immediately got angry, not understanding what was going
on. I didn't want to fight, I decided. I didn't want to yell. I didn't want
to make a big fuss, but I didn't want to be there. I didn't want to look at
him. I needed to think. I walked back into the dining room and Brooklyn
immediately knew something was wrong. He looked up at me with big eyes,
wondering what was going on.
	I didn't say anything because I couldn't trust myself. I wasn't
sure what I'd do if I opened my mouth, so I did the next best thing. I
clicked the phone to the last call received and threw it on Brooklyn's
plate, spattering marinara sauce all over his chest.
	I glared, without speaking. He saw the number, then the name of the
caller underneath it and knew exactly what was up. I didn't even give him a
chance to stand up before I was walking out of the door, half expecting him
to follow me.
	I didn't realize it would take that long, but by the time he made
it out side to catch me, I was at the corner, barefoot, heading for the
parking garage so I could get in my car and leave. I didn't turn when he
yelled my name. I didn't turn when he said he could explain. I crossed the
street and didn't turn back.

	Zach- "The blue one," I said.
	"The black one," Shane said.
	We were both sitting on the couch looking up at the Italian as he
held up two different outfits. One was a blue and white Rugby with a huge
lion stenciled on the shoulder. It was sexy, urban and showed he had some
kind of style. The other was plain black cashmere that looked like it would
hug his chest perfectly, but it was just black. It had no personality.
	"Guys," he said amazing Shane and I again with his accent. "You're
gonna have to pick one. I can't wear both."
	"Ok," Shane said. "Just try them on again."
	I looked at Shane and he winked at me. Marco proceeded to take his
wife beater off, stretching his entire body as he did so. The two of us
sitting on the couch simply stared in awe as he stood before us in nothing
but boxers, looking hella sexy as usual.
	He slowly put one shirt on, modeled around in a circle before he
tried on the second.
	When he'd taken the second one off, we heard the door open and slam
as Charles stormed in. He walked into the bedroom, slammed the door, and
yelled a curse word.
	We all looked at each other, none of us knowing what to say.
	"Blue," Shane said, recovering first. I nodded in agreement. As
Marco was putting the blue shirt on, Charles opened his door like it had no
hinges and stormed out. He threw his keys to the wall and crossed the
living room to the kitchen.
	Again we looked at each other, not knowing how to react. He came
out with a beer in both hands, jumped the couch and sat down on the
loveseat adjacent Shane and I.
	"What?" he asked, eyes blazing. "Aren't any of you fuckers gonna
ask me what the fuck is wrong?!"
	We all joined in the chorus at the same time of "What's wrong?" or
"What happened," or "Is everything ok."
	"Well," he began. "Let me just tell you that Brooklyn is a bastard
and Jesse is a fucking prostitute. Ugh," he shouted slamming one of his
beers on the coffee table, "I'm so stupid."
	"You aren't stupid," Marco said. I looked at him, too late to stop
him from saying anything that would get his head bit off. Shane winced.
	"What the fuck do you know?" Charles said with his voice
surprisingly low. "Everything is great for you. Look, let me guess, you're
getting dressed for a hot little date that your gonna bang tonight without
even knowing his last name. Am I right?"
	Please don't answer that, please don't answer that, I tried telling
Marco with brain waves.
	"Yeah," he replied. "Which one do you think I should wear?" he held
up the black sweater next to the blue rugby he already had on.
	"Who gives a shit?" Charles asked. "Zach, what am I going to do?"
	"What do you mean?"
	"I mean, I can't dump Brooklyn," he said thinking rationally
again. "I can't dump him because the bastard pulled his little, 'I love
you' shtick. Why the fuck did I fall for that shit in the first place?"
	"Because you love him," Marco said.
	I decided it was finally time to intervene before Charles
snapped. "Ok," I said standing and going towards the Italian. "It's time
for you to go do your hair. This way, come on, let's go." I pushed him into
the bedroom and closed the door behind him.  "Thank you," Charles sighed as
I walked back to the couch.
 "Ok," I said looking at Charles when I sat back down. "Now, you can't get
blame yourself for falling for him. You can't help these things."
	"I know that, Zach," he said. "But listen. A month ago this would
have been so easy. Cut ties, no worries, nothing. But I know that won't
work this time. I can't go on doing something when I know it's not what I
really want."
	"Then decide what you want," I said.
	"I want to be in control of myself again. I don't want to have to
care, I don't want to get excited when I see him and sad when I don't. I
want to have control over how I feel."
	"But you think its too late, right?" I said.
	"Like hell," he said looking pathetic.
	"Well it's easy then," I said soothingly. He snorted a laugh. "You
said it yourself, you no longer have control. You can't fight the way you
feel. You can't help whom you love, Charles, you just can't. And you're
gonna go on and in a week a two, you're gonna think you're fine, but you
aren't. And you might meet someone, and you'll be happy and everything will
be great, but that thing you really want, instinctively will still haunt
you. Brooklyn will still haunt you because you still want him, no matter
how hard to bury that. So I say you work on it, fix it and don't put
yourself through that. Just go back to Chris and make it work."
	I caught myself too late. I'd already said it. Shane looked at me
with doe-eyes, like he was confused. Charles looked at me like I'd just
confessed to murder. There was nothing left to say.
	"Good advice, Zach," Charles replied. "I'll call Brooklyn." He
looked at me sympathetically, sighed and stood up. "That's really good
advice," he said staring me in the eye, letting me know that I needed to
follow it as well.



	Jesse- The night was a blast. I forgot about Brooklyn and Charles
and all the crap I've been through the entire semester, and I had a blast.
	Matt had told me to have fun and not to worry about anything, it
felt great to take his advice.
	We met up at the library steps and I was the early one. I didn't
have to wait long because a couple minutes later, there he came, looking
tall and skinny. His olive skin looked smooth and soft against a blue and
white striped Rugby shirt. His package and ass looked great barely hidden
under tight navy flat-fronts. His curly hair was a like crown around his
face accenting his dark features.
	 He smiled at me and I smiled back, the first step in a long night
of flirting.
	As we walked to the car, he touched me every time he spoke. Not
inappropriately, but affectionately. It was sweet. He'd laugh at something
I said, and he'd grab my shoulder. He'd reply to a question and he'd graze
my arm. He'd ask me a question and he'd take my hand while he did it.
	"So what do you think so far?" I asked when we made it to the
restaurant.
	"About what?" he asked looking me straight in the eye. The way he
did that was intimidating at first because I had nothing to hide
behind. But I got used to it and I looked at him back.
	"Everything," I said.
	"About school," he started. "I think its filled with too much drama
and not enough learning. My roommates always have some kind of a problem or
other, and I've only been here a few days."
	I smiled.
	"About Texas," he began again. "I think it's nice if not a little
too hot. About you," he continued. "I like what I see so far."
	"Well then I should show you more," I said sexily.
	"Are you saying we should skip dinner and go straight to sex?" he
asked.
	"I would have put it a little more sensitively, but sure, why not?"
	"Let's go then," he said scooting out of the booth. "I hate
American food anyway. I'll have to cook for you next time."
	"What I'm hungry for isn't on the menu," I whispered in his ear as
we walked out of the restaurant.
	"My roommate is home tonight," he said. "So we should go to your
place."
	"That's fine with me," I replied as we got into the car. Looking at
how sexy this Italian was, I couldn't wait to get to my house any faster.

	Zach- "What was that about?" Shane asked when Charles left for his
bedroom with the phone in hand.
	"Huh?" I asked blankly.
	"That look," he responded.
	"What look?"
	"The look Charles gave you when he left."
	"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about," I said
uncomfortably. I knew exactly what he was talking about.
	"I'm not as stupid as everyone thinks," Shane said as seriously as
I'd ever seen him. "What was the look about?"
	"No one thinks you're stupid, Shane," I said in an attempt to keep
the conversation about him and away from me.
	"You do," he said, still serious.
	"No I don't," I said firmly. "I think you're funny. I think
sometimes you say random things and I think you think outside of the
box. But I don't think you're stupid."
	"Then why would you take a look from Charles and try to convince me
that it wasn't a look?" he said.
	"Because it wasn't," I replied.
	"Ok," he said, leaning back onto the couch and crossing his
arms. "I'll just sit here and be stupid, pretty-faced Shane while you
continue on with your life, getting 'looks' from everyone and not sharing
them with me."
	"Fine," I said growing slightly irritated. This guy wasn't as dumb
as we all thought. "We need to talk."
	"About what?"
	"Ok," I said sitting up straight. "I need to talk and you need to
listen."
	"Ok."
	"Before I met you," I started. "I knew this guy and we fell in love
and I really, really loved him like crazy."
	"Tag?"
	"Listen," I bit him off. "No, not Tag. Chris."
	"Ok," he said.
	"But then I found out he was married and so I dumped him. Probably
the stupidest thing I've ever done."
	"I think I've heard this story."
	"Ok," I said. "So fast forward to the look that Charles gave me."
	"What does Chris have to do with how Charles looks?"
	"Listen," I said irritated.
	"Sorry."
	"So," I explained. "I probably never fell out of love with Chris,
even though I wanted to because there is no way I could ever get involved
with a married guy. And so I tried not to love him. And I thought dating
Tag would do the trick, but it didn't, and I thought dating you would do
the trick."
	"But it didn't," he finished for me as I trailed off. "I
understand."
	"It isn't even like that, Shane," I explained. "If I'd met you at
the beginning of the semester we'd be great right now. There is nothing
wrong with you or how I feel about you. We have fun, but..." I hesitated.
	"You don't have to explain," Shane said shakily. "So what does this
mean?"
	"I genuinely don't know," I replied. "I don't know. I don't want to
make a decision."
 	Shane stood up off the couch and looked me with sad pathetic
eyes. My heart lurched.
	"Well you're gonna have to," he said. He walked our the door
looking like his entire world had crashed in on itself.
	The guilt I felt was unexplainable. I never wanted to hurt Shane or
Tag, but I never asked to be hurt by Chris. I had no idea what to do, but I
knew whatever I chose to do, I'd have to do fast because Shane wouldn't
wait forever.

	Jesse- He was fucking gorgeous. I'd never seen anything like
him. His body was lean and skinny, but muscular at the same time. He had
intense eyes and when they looked straight at you, they seemed like they
were on fire. His hands were like lazers, everywhere they could reach as
fast as they could go.
	He didn't even wait for me to close the door behind us before he
had me pinned to the wall and was raping my face with his long hot
tongue. I could hear him moan from deep within as we kissed roughly. I
brought my hand up behind his head and ground him closer to me.
	His hands were all over the place. They felt my chest, my abs, my
back, my ass, my crotch, my legs. I didn't know how he got to so many
places without releasing his tongue from mine, but he did and it was
amazing. Without taking a single second break, we backed up into the
bedroom, not bothering to turn the lights on. It was insane.
	His clothes flew everywhere first. His shirt came off, then his
belt, then his pants. Then it was my turn. Our lips never separated once
until it was time for my shirt to come up over my head. And when we did
take a break from the passionate kissing, I was instantly taken away by how
he stared at me. His eyes were deep, electric, and powerful. He had me in
his hands and he knew it.
	He picked me up gently, still looking me straight in the eye and
tossed me backwards off the bed before climbing on top of me. He moved
slowly, like a cat, and lingered his body just above mine before diving in
for the kill.
	He went back to ravaging my face with his own, turning my tongue
into his personal chew-toy and my body into a rubbing lamp.
	Slowly, he moved his body up and down the length of mine, letting
our torsos, chests and crotches feel every inch of each other. Our bodies
began sweating, causing a thin layer of lubricant to allow us to feel each
other's every move. I was in a completely different place than I'd ever
been.
	He picked up the pace, not letting go of my lips, but began pumping
his body and up down as well as over mine. Our dicks were battling each
other for domination and the more his thrust into mine, the harder the both
of us got.
	Then he stopped. He stopped moving, stopped kissing, stopped
staring intensely. I felt like my world had stopped. I looked up at him
confused, begging him with my eyes. I wanted it and he knew that for a
fact.
	"Let's fuck," were the only two words spoken of the night. I nodded
weakly. He pinned my hands behind my head on the headboard with one of his
massive hands and with the other, lifted my ass off the bed. Like a king
kneeling powerfully before me, I saw his every move as I felt his every
move. He gently loosened my hole with his two longest fingers, using both
our precum as lube. The feeling was intense and amazing. He wasn't watching
what he was doing, instead looking right into my eyes with the same fire
that had turned me on before our clothes were even off.
	He smiled wickedly, sexily, lustily at me as I was powerless to do
anything but lay there and feel him take me to heights unknown.
	Before I knew it, I felt the most intense feeling I'd ever felt in
my life. His cock was slowly making an assault on my loosened whole. Never
did he take his gaze off mine. Never did he take his hand away from mine. I
was totally hypnotized under his control.
	His dick filled me up slowly until his body was right over mine and
his cock was buried in me to the hilt. I moaned loudly, not daring to take
my eyes away from his. He smiled down at me triumphantly and I nodded, this
time signaling him to fuck me anyway he wanted.
	Neither of us uttered anything but incoherent moans and groans. He
needed no direction, everywhere his dick thrust sent a wave of pleasure
through me. He kept his face close enough that I could see his eyes and
feel his breath but far enough away that I still had to long for his
kiss. His paced got faster and harder, more powerful, and I got hotter and
weaker, submitting every inch of my body to his use.
	And he used it. His long thick cock filled my ass in a way I hadn't
been filled in months. Every time I felt I wanted more, he gave me
more. And every time I felt I couldn't handle anything else, he slowed
down.
	I didn't know what I'd missing all this time until I felt his cock
swell inside of me. He let out an animalistic growl. His eyes closed and
his face became inhuman, distorted by pleasure. Seeing him look so sexy
above myself and feeling his cock pulse inside of me sent me over the
edge. I'd never felt the kind of orgasm I felt that day. I felt like my
insides had been turned out and that every sensory gland in my body was on
fire. I let out a scream of pleasure as wave after wave of his hot cum
filled my ass and spurt after spurt of my hot cum oozed out of the crevice
that our joined bodies created.
	I wondered if I looked as hot as he did when my cock pulsed and my
body instinctively took control. I decided there was no possible way that I
could even come close to looking that hot and as he dismounted my body and
lay beside me, I reveled ever inch of his incredibly gorgeous beauty. I was
in some kind of sexual heaven.

Charles- He called and left a message saying we needed to talk. I didn't
call him back. I just lay there thinking about the same old same old. The
Italian came in to get dressed, luckily didn't say anything to me about his
date, and left saying he'd most likely be back really late.
	When I finally decided to call him, it was only because I was tired
of thinking and coming to no conclusion. So I dialed the number and he
answered on the first ring.
	"Is this gonna work?" I asked him.
	"I don't know."
	"Why is it so hard?" I asked.
	"I don't know."
	"Is it supposed to be this hard?"
	"I don't know."
	This time I didn't ask anything. I just sat there with the phone to
my face.
	"I don't want it to be this hard, Charles," he said softly. Over
the phone, his voice was barely inaudible.
	"What do we do? And don't say you don't know."
	"Well I don't," he said, his voice finally rising to something I
could hear. "I just want us to be us."
	"Well I'm not sure about you, but me doesn't usually get involved
in relationships like this," I said.
	"I know."
	"So you do know something," I joked.
	"I know, Charles," he continued seriously. "I know that I really
like you, I love you. And I care about you. And I think about you when I
shouldn't and I smell things you've touched. And I count down the hours
till I'll see you again and I don't want to hurt you."
	"And all that isn't enough?" he didn't answer so I continued. "Cuz
I feel the same way, except ten times worse. And I don't know how to sort
these feelings cuz I've never had them before."
	"Me either," he replied.
	"So what do we do?" I asked again.
	"We do us," he said as if he was unsure. "We just do what we do and
we stick with it. We don't think too hard or try too hard. We just do what
we do." He paused and I didn't say anything so he added finally, "And if
that isn't enough, then we rethink our plan. All I know is that I want to
be with you."
	"Ok," I said.
	"Only you," he added. "And I want you to only be with me."
	"Ok," I replied, not taking a second to think. It was an easy
decision and I was happy to make it.
	I had officially turned into what I'd avoided turning into for 18
years. I was a boyfriend.

	Zach- I made the phone call late that night. I didn't hesitate. As
soon as I mustered the courage, I didn't back down. I took out my cell
phone, dialed the number out of memory and waited.
	Ring. I wanted to hang up, but I forced myself not to.
	Ring. I thought about what he'd say. He'd say I was too late. He'd
say that I'd waited too long. He'd say that it didn't matter, that he'd
moved on.
	Ring. He wasn't going to answer. It'd three rings. He'd seen my
number and he wasn't going to answer. I should hang up. If he didn't answer
after the next one, I would hang up.
	Ring. That made four. Or was it three? Maybe he was asleep. Maybe I
should hang up and try again in the morning. Or go by the library tomorrow
and just talk to him.
	"Hello?" I heard the voice I'd never forgotten. "Hi Zach."
	"Hi," I said sheepishly, like I'd done something wrong. "I was just
calling you."
	"For what?" he asked. Why was I calling him? I thought. What did I
want?
	"I, umm," I began. "I just," and before I could stop them the tears
started flowing with the words. They went hand in hand. I confessed that
I'd made a mistake. I confessed that I was sorry for letting him go. I told
him that I forgave him for lying to me and I told him I wanted him back.
	And after I'd said everything I could and cried every single tear
that was inside of me, I sat there. I waited. I sat there and waited for
him to say something.
	"Zach," he began. "..."

	Jesse- "That was fun," he said as he lingered by the door for a few
extra seconds.
	"Yeah it was," I responded.
	"I still owe you a dinner," he smiled.
	"Yeah you do," I replied. He kissed me, said goodnight, and left. I
was floating. As soon as the door closed, I felt empty again. But I didn't
feel as empty as I'd felt in the past because I knew that I'd see him
again. He'd call me.
	And then I felt a different kind of empty. I needed something to
eat. I checked the fridge. Empty. I looked at the clock. Late. There was
only one place still open this time of night and so I grabbed a sweater,
but on a pair of jeans and made the dash to After-Hours.
	As soon as I walked in I noticed him sitting here, brooding. I
looked at him, his back semi-turned to me, drinking away, not paying
attention to what was going on around him. He must have been the only one
in the joint.
	I said hello to the bartender, ordered two drinks and made my way
to the booth.
	"Can I sit down?" I asked.
	"I'd rather you didn't," he said saucily, like he'd had one too
many.
	"I bring gifts," I said laying a cup down next to him.
	He looked up at me, his eyes red, I assumed from forcing back
tears. He looked crushed.
	"What do you want? And who the fuck are you?"
	"I'm Charles' old roommate," I replied, taking this grand
opportunity to invite myself to sit down. "And I couldn't help but notice
that you were his new roommate." I paused as he continued to look at me
pathetically. "And I wanted to know what happened to you."
	"First, I'm not Charles' roommate anymore, I'm Zach's," he
said. "And second, I don't really think what happened to me is any of your
business."
	"No," I replied quickly, "I know that. And I didn't mean to intrude
at all. The thing is, they both screwed me over a while back, and I just
wanted to make sure they didn't screw you over as well."
	He muttered something incoherent under his breath, averted his eyes
for a few seconds and then looked back at me.
	"It isn't like that," he said finally, sighing.
	"It probably isn't," I said. "And I shouldn't have come over here."
I got up and pondered walking away. I sat back down and looked him square
in the eye when I added, "But let me tell you something. Whatever Zach or
Charles did to screw you over, like they did me, they shouldn't be able to
get away with it. Do something, and if you love them enough, get them
back. Otherwise, make them pay."
	With that, I stood up and headed straight for the door without
looking back. I was just about to put my arm on the door handle, losing
hope that this little kid would pick up the bait when I heard his voice say
from behind me, "Hey wait. Let me tell you what happened, and you can tell
me what to do."
	I smiled.

	They say that every negative is a positive in disguise. They say
that when life gives you lemons make lemonade. And since they also say that
revenge is sweet, what better way to flavor that lemonade life just gave
you.

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