Date: Fri, 4 Nov 2005 00:03:27 EST
From: Heavensforlife@aol.com
Subject: They Say- Chapter 6

**Standard disclaimer-Contains depiction of gay sex**

	They say to enjoy every feeling when it comes, because no one ever
knows when that feeling will go away. They say that the happiest people in
life seize the day, and live in the present moment.

	Denton- I was more than thrilled when I got back to the room that
night. I mean, of all the thousands of guys in the freshman class, I was
one of twenty-eight to chosen for whatever the hell I was chosen for. Of
course, I was used to getting my way, but hell, who knew college would
treat me so sweet. I saw the looks of envy from everyone, especially Zach
as I paraded around the room, jumping and undressing, flashing my
invitation around saying "I can't believe it!" Truthfully, I couldn't.

	Zach- He was being a real ass about this whole whatever the hell it
was thing. Like seriously, grow up. No one wants you running around
screaming like some schoolgirl after her first kiss. Get a grip. I admit I
was little bit jealous, but if this little organization is looking for
people like Denton to join, well then maybe it's not the right kind of
organization for me.

	Charles- He didn't say anything after dinner. We just went back to
our room, he undressed and went to sleep.

	Jesse- I missed Matt after dinner. That was the kind of thing we
used to do. See how far we could go in public. The fact that I was missing
him, unbelievably missing him, reminded me why I had decided not to mess
around with Charles... he reminded me too much of Matty.

	Zach- The next morning I woke up bright and early, took an
uninterrupted shower and headed out. My first class wasn't until 11, but I
wanted to see the campus and get a feel for where everything was, so by 8
o'clock, I was out of the house.
	I walked around the already busy campus. I passed the same dining
hall we had been in last night. Right passed it was the administration
building. On the other side was the fitness center for students. It had a
nice pool, weights and an impressive tennis courts, all of them indoor of
course.
	I was walking towards the library when my phone rang.
	"Hey, sexy," I answered.
	 It was my best friend Chris from high school. He'd stayed behind
for a couple years at junior college with his girlfriend before he planned
to transfer somewhere else.
	"What did I tell you about calling me that?"
	"Sorry, I forgot you scare easy."
	He laughed. He was the only person I had ever told about being gay,
and he was surprisingly cool about. He even joked about it after a while,
making me feel a lot better about the whole thing.
	"So, dude, how's the big bad world?" he asked with a hint of
sarcasm.
	"Great. I mean, not great cuz nothing has started yet, but
whatever."
	"Have you met your roommates?"
	"Yeah."
	"You don't sound to enthused."
	"Ooh... big word for junior college boy."
	"I told you I earned every bit of that 510 on the SAT."
	"No seriously, I have this one roommate who's a semi-spaz."
	"As in?"
	"He's Mr. GQ with his designer clothes and his rich-boy attitude. I
bet he drives a Miata."
	"Wow... sounds interesting."
	"Try not. He got an invite to some special, secret thing last night
at the orientation banquet, so now he thinks he's Mr. Big man on campus."
	"I'm sorry," he said, mocking my bitchy attitude towards Denton.
	"Sorry, Chris, but you are my outlet of ventilation."
	"What about the other guys?"
	"They aren't bad. I haven't talk to Charles, the sexiest one, but
the other one is cool. He saw me naked yesterday."
	"Already? Damn, you gays work fast."
	"Yeah, but it wasn't how you think."
	"Its never how I think."
	"Thank god, or we'd all be walking around naked with your penis
inserted somewhere in our bodies."
	"Trust me, I'm not inserting my penis anywhere near your body." We
laughed. I went on to tell him about Jesse, and how I thought he might be
gay, but I wasn't sure. By this time I was at the library so I let Chris
go, and I walked in.
	 The place was huge and contained more books than I had ever
seen. I must have looked like a little kid in a candy store when I walked
in, because the handsome desk clerk laughed and said,
	"Yes, dude, they are all real."
	I turned to him and noticed how cute the guy was. He had short
spiky black hair, blue eyes under old-school square rim glasses. His face
was cute and mysterious. He was my height and slim, slightly muscular, from
what I saw under his library staff T-shirt. The thing that really turned me
on was the five o'clock shadow that made his face look ruggedly handsome.
	"Yeah, I've just never," I trailed off, staring into his blue eyes.
	He got the drift of what I was trying to say and cut me off,
responding, "I know. Its breathtaking the first time."
	"Yeah."
	"Can I help you find something?" He asked charmingly.
	"No, I was just looking around."
	"Oh, well feel free. We just opened this morning, so most of the
good stuff should still be here."
	"Cool. Thanks."
	I gave him a smile and turned around. I was walking around the
quiet room, with no destination in particular.
	I passed the reference section, the light reading section and found
myself in an erotica section. I looked around, kind of embarrassed that our
library had one of these on the bottom floor, albeit it was at the back.
	I was a little curious though, so I started looking around. Some of
the titles were pretty racy. I wondered how many people actually came back
here. I got on my knees to check out some of the stuff at the bottom and
noticed that's were all the gay erotica was. I was intrigued by all the
titles, having never been brave enough to venture into my local bookstore's
erotic sections. I was so enthralled by the whole ordeal, that I didn't
even hear the footsteps approaching me from behind.
	"I thought you were lost," the sexy desk clerk said in a low voice.
	Flustered, I stood up, holding the book I had been checking
out. Realizing were I was and what I was holding, I quickly put my hand
behind my back and slowly backed away, saying "Yeah, I was just checking
some stuff out."
	"Gay Erotic Fiction Volume 2? Good reading, from what I've heard."
	"Ugh... a friend, likes it. I just..." he cut me off with his
lips. He forcefully, but gently kissed me sending the book I was holding
crashing to the floor. I was surprised and pleased by the sudden kiss and
as we went on longer, he got more and more frisky. He pushed me against one
of the walls and started grinding his crotch into mine. I could feel his
hands roaming under my shirt and his hard cock rubbing against mine.
	I pulled away, not wanting to go to far without even knowing the
guy.
	"I, uh, have to go. I have a class in a few minutes."
	"Cool," he said licking his lips and stepping back. "Yeah,
umm... here." He took the book I had been holding and wrote his number in
the front flap. "Call me, we'll go out sometime."
	"I'd like that."
	I started walking away from him, heading to the class I didn't have
for a couple of hours.
	"Don't worry about the due date," he called after me. I would so be
calling this guy.

	Denton- I woke up and found the geek already gone. I was glad too,
because that gave me a chance to sort through everything that was written
on my invitation. It said that tonight at midnight, I should be standing at
the corner of Main and Forth with a flashlight. It also had distinct
instructions of what I should be wearing. Inside the invite was a sample of
denim and a white cotton square. Under the fabrics was written, "Exactly"
meaning that I had to find a pair of jeans and a white shirt that fit that
exact mold. I had 20-some odd pairs of denim, so I wasn't too worried. The
white shirt was standard, so that would be breeze as well.
	On the back of the invitation was an emblem that read "The Tribe"
subscribed by a torch and flame. It was somewhat eerie, but mostly
intriguing. I spent the entire morning wondering what this Frat had in
store for me.

	Jesse- I woke up thinking about Matt and Brooklyn. Matt was
great. He was an hour's drive away and if I ever needed him, he'd be right
there in an instant. But Brooklyn was sexy. There was something raw and
urgent about having sex with him. I went to bed last night feeling more
fulfilled than I ever remember feeling with Matt. So here I was, sitting in
my room at a crossroads. I wasn't going to break things off with Matt until
I knew that things with Brooklyn were long term. I didn't even know
anything about the guy, but hell, he was so fucking sexy. I sat up in my
bed, and I must have been grinning like crazy because when Charles woke up
he asked me, "Why are you grinning like crazy, dude?"
	"No reason," I said getting up and rapping a towel around me.
	"Dude. You so got laid yesterday," he said, doing the same.
	"Whatever."
	"You did get laid," he said, sitting up and facing me. By this time
I was out the door and headed into the bathroom. I took off my towel and
went into the shower when I heard the door open.
	"How was it?"
	"Mind your own damn business," I shouted from the shower.
	"Or, you could just tell me then it would be my business."
	I stuck my head out of the curtain and gave him a devil's stare. He
responded with a grin, knowing I was going to tell him.
	"It was great."
	"What happened to the 'no sex without Matty' rule?"
	"Shut the fuck up."
	"I just wanna know," at this point he had finished with whatever he
was doing at the sink and proceeded to take his towel off and join me in
the too-small shower.
	"What are you doing?" I asked him, facing him with my back to the
faucet.
	"Taking a shower. Now scoot over, I am cold," he said pushing me as
he stole my spot under the faucet.
	I pushed him back and got under the water spray. He then pushed me
back, with a loud grunt, taking my place under the water. I pushed him
really hard again, turned off the water and turned around to face him. I
looked him straight in the eye and asked, "What the fuck are you doing?"
	"I was taking a shower," he said seriously.
	"We aren't going to argue like some little girls."
	"Good, so turn the water on so we can shower like adults," he said,
pushing me and turning the water back on. I decided not to push it any
further and to just share the shower with him.
	We washed ourselves quietly for a few moments, taking turns under
the water. He asked me to do his back, so I did, avoiding any sensual
touches. While I was doing his back he finally broke the silence by asking,
"Who'd you hook up with last night?"
	"A guy I met."
	"Is he hot?"
	"Yes."
	"Cool." There was more silence as I continued washing his back.
	"Hotter than me?" he said turning his head.
	"I don't know," I said shortly.
	"Well you have to know. Either he was or he wasn't."
	"Fine. He honestly was."
	"Oh," he said turning back around, resuming the silence.
	"How big was his dick?"
	"Really, are you really asking me that?"
	"Ok, nevermind." More silence.
	"Are you gonna see him again?"
	"Yes," I said, almost finished with his back.
	"Oh. He must have been good then," he said, not facing me.
	"Yeah."
	"Cool," he said. More silence.
	"Are you sure he's hotter than me," he said turning around, looking
me straight in the eye.
	"If you do not stop asking me questions, I will shove this bar of
soap so far up your ass, scuba divers will have to dive down to get it
out," I said, increasingly annoyed.
	"I just thought," he began. Then he kissed me. He kissed me so
softly, I barely felt it at first. Then he increased his pressure on me,
pushing me back towards the wall of the shower stall, grinding our cocks
together. Our tongues played games with each other for a few minutes before
he pulled back and asked, "Was he hotter than me?"
	I looked him in the eye, smiled and kissed him back. 'Wow' was the
only thing that went through my head.

	Zach- I was so thrilled by the fact that I had met someone really
cool on my first day and that I had his number, and that I planned to call
him and set up a date. It was incredible. I still had a couple of hours to
burn before my first class, so I decided to go back to the dorm, take a
cold shower and eat something before going Freshman English in the building
that was pretty close to ours.
	The whole way back, I just kept thinking how crazy things had been
that morning. I had this incredibly childish schoolgirl smile on my face as
I stepped into the apartment. I went straight to my room, found Denton
gone, undressed, grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom. As I got
closer, I heard what sounded like crazy moaning going on. I leaned in close
to the door and listened to what was obviously two guys getting it on in
the shower. I assumed it was two of the roommates, although nothing would
surprise me at this point, so I just cracked the door open a little bit and
did what any self respecting college student would do... I watched.
	The first thing I saw was Charles' cock about to go into Jesse's
tight whole. Jesse's gorgeous ass was hunched back for Charles to take,
right there. His head was turned and Charles was leaning in and kissing
Jesse as he got ready to pound the Hispanic stud with his hard cock.
	I watched as Charles' cock went into Jesse's hole, making Jesse
moan loudly as Charles hit his spot. The guy was ready to go and didn't
waste any time building up the speed of his thrust as Jesse encouraged him
with incessant moans.
	"Oh god Charles... o yeah, dude, fuck my ass," he screamed over and
over as Charles rammed his ass. Charles was savagely ravaging the smaller
guy's ass with his huge dick. I was so caught up in the show that I took my
own cock out and started stroking it, watching these two gorgeous studs go
at it. Charles was moaning harder, and fucking harder. He kept repeating
things like "Who's hotter babe? Who's hotter?" and Jesse would answer him,
"You are. Fuck me harder. You are so much hotter."
	I was so turned on by these two guys, I was pounding my own meat in
no time.
	Before long, Charles was reaching around and jacking Jesse off with
his free hand, exploring the guy's hard pecs with his other. Their bodies
were so meshed together, so connected, it seemed like they were made to
fit.
	Charles jacked Jesse off while fucking him harder than I had ever
seen before in my life. Both boys were pouring with sweat, Charles's neck
turning a sexy shade of red with the hot workout. His abs were flexing with
every thrust.
	I could see Jesse's balls tighten as he got close to
shooting. Charles jacked his cock harder, and Jesse moaned louder as he
reached climax. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, sending spurts
of cum flying all over the shower wall. He tightened his ass around
Charles' dick as the bigger stud gripped the smaller stud's waste and
plowed his ass for one last stroke, shooting his load deep down Jesse's
ass.
	Both guys were spent, panting like they had finished running a
marathon. They collapsed on each other, using each other's weight to stay
balanced. They soon found each others mouths and proceeded to tongue
wrestle as the now cold water washed the sweat and cum off their bodies.

	Charles- I was so spent after hooking up with Jesse that I went
back to the room and crashed on my bed, grinning from ear to ear. I had a
twelve o'clock that day, so I took a short nap, woke up at 11:40, got
dressed and headed out to the science building. Jesse and Zach were both
gone, and so was Denton, even though I hadn't seen him since last night. I
was so high from that fuck with Jesse, I went through the whole day
grinning from ear to ear.

	Jesse- As if I wasn't stressing enough, now I had to add an amazing
Charles to the list. I decided that morning it was futile to try and not
mess around with Charles, and that it would be pretty helpful. I mean, he
wasn't going to tell anyone and neither was I. It was convenient as hell,
because he was right there any time I wanted to screw around.
	After getting dressed, I heard Zach head into the shower. I crashed
on the couch waiting for my first class. I was nervous because it happened
to be the one Brooklyn was the TA for. I don't know how long I sat on the
couch watching cartoons but before I knew it, Zach was in the common with
me, fully dressed.
	"Hey, dude," I said casually.
	"Hey," he said with a pause. "So, uh, you and Charles are messing
around huh?"
	I was floored. I mean, we weren't trying to hide the fact we were
fooling around, but I didn't expect this guy to figure it out, let alone
bring up the subject. I looked at him for a second and then replied, "Yeah,
I guess we are."
	"Oh," he said, nonchalantly, trying to keep cool. "So you're gay
then?"
	"Mostly," I'm really good at being short with people when I want to
be.
	"Oh," he said. I honestly thought that was the end of the subject,
then he surprised me by saying, "Well I guess I can tell you that I am
too."
	I looked him, less shocked than I would have been had Denton come
out of the closet, but I was still a little surprised, pleasantly.
	"Cool. That makes three out of four roommates," I said smiling.
	"Yeah, I guess it does. We'll be able to through some mean parties
I guess."
	"Yeah." There was an awkward silence after that. What do you say to
someone that just told you they were gay? I decided not to say anything, to
let him do all the conversation starting.
	"So do you have a boyfriend?" he asked me.
	"Kinda," I said honestly.
	"Why kind of?"
	"Because we kind of left things open when I came out here, you
know. But I love him, so I don't know what's going to happen. Do you have a
boyfriend?"
	"Kinda," he said sheepishly. Damn shy prep.
	"How kinda?"
	"I just met him, so we haven't really gone out yet," he said, again
sheepishly, like he didn't know if that was the right answer.
	"Cool."
	"So, your guy. What's he like?"
	"He was my high school math teacher, but he wasn't all geeky and
mathy. He was really young and sexy."
	"Cool," he said.
	I looked at the clock and realized I had about ten minutes to get
to the English building for my first class, so I got up and left.

	Denton- I spent the entire day nervous about the whole ordeal. I
skipped lunch in order to empty my closet in search for the perfectly
fitting fabrics. The shirt was easy to find, but for some reason, of all my
jeans, none of them fit the sample.
	After my last class at six, I drove out to the Neiman Marcus to see
if I could find the fabric. After over an hour of searching through all
their jeans and 180 dollars, I finally found the right pair of 501's that
fit the sample.
	When I got to the dorm, I avoided the three guys watching TV and
eating, and went straight to my room to try stay calm, waiting for
midnight.
	At about 9, Zach came in to study, told me how crappy his first day
had been and finally realized how little I cared before backing off and
hitting the books.
	I spent most of the night wondering what the initiation would be
like. I heard some frats made their pledges run around campus naked or in
drag or things like that, but it wasn't even Greek Week, so would The Tribe
do that? I was curious how they found us 28 guys without even knowing
us. They must have searched through the registration papers or something.
	At 11, I was close to panicky. I had tried to no avail to take a
short nap, but my nerves were getting the best of me as the clocked crawled
toward 12. When it was finally 11:30, I got up and headed to my car, ready
to head out to Fourth and Main.
	I can't tell you everything that was going on in my head because
honestly, I don't know what it was. I just felt extremely anxious, trying
not to worry.
	I found the corner, parked my car and waited. At 11:55, I got out
of the car and stood on the corner. I noticed a guy standing at the next
block. I was wondering if he was in the same situation I was. I was nervous
at 11:59, wondering what they would do in one minute.
	My answer came when a black Escalade pulled around the block with
its lights off. The driver's door opened and a guy, about 6'1'', wearing
all black stepped out, cuffed my hands behind me and shoved me into the
car. There was no one else in the car, just the driver and I, but I
couldn't see him clearly from where he shoved me. I was sitting directly
behind him, and with the dark of night and everything, all I could make out
was that he had hair.
	He drove for about 25 minutes, and with every minute he drove, I
got more and more anxious. My stomach was doing summer salts as I road in
silence in the back seat.
	We finally stopped. I don't know how long I sat there, but the car
wasn't moving and neither was the driver. After an unbearable amount of
time, sitting, waiting for something to happen, I heard soft music in the
background as my door was opened. I recognized the music as something
classical, but I still couldn't see anything. I assumed that the opened
door meant I was supposed to get out of the car.
	I stepped out and noticed in front of me a huge set of marble
stairs leading to an incredibly large mansion. There was a fountain behind
me, in a little courtyard with little statues of naked babies. The man who
had opened my door ushered me up the steps without speaking. I noticed him
taking me to a side entrance that had just closed moments before, probably
with one of my pledge brothers.
	Inside the 'secret' entrance was a dark staircase leading to a long
hallway with a series of doors. My usher gave me a key with the number 12
on it, so assuming correctly, I found room number 12 and opened it.
	As I stepped into the room, I was momentarily blinded by the bright
lamplight illuminating the small space. Once my eyes adjusted though, I
noticed a small card on the floor. I picked it up and read "Change and be
downstairs in exactly 5 minutes."
	The word change confused me. I looked around for a second, not
knowing what it meant by change, until I noticed the tuxedo hanging on the
door hook. I assumed I had wasted enough time, quickly undressed and put on
the perfectly fitting black tuxedo. Once dressed, I heard a bell sound what
I assumed signaled that it was time to go downstairs. I opened the door and
discovered the other 27 guys, dressed exactly like me leaving their rooms
too. We all looked at each other puzzled, but anxious to get downstairs for
what the brothers had in store.
	Once we arrived at first floor, we were ushered by our drivers into
a grand entrance hall filled with guys dressed in black variying in
ages. As soon as the door was opened for us, they all fell silent with
their drinks in their hands and made a path for us, leading us to the front
were a huge table filled with fruit and crackers sat with what looked like
gallons of wine.
	My mind was spinning as I saw the guys, some young and some old,
watching me and the other pledges make out way to the main table. I was
busy wondering what they were busy wondering, trying not to look like an
idiot and stay in line with the other pledges.
	Once we were at the front of the room, an older man, probably in
his 60's stood up in front of a podium behind and began clapping. I fought
the urge to look behind me, but distinctly heard the clapping coming from
him. All of the men facing us clapped for a few seconds before the old guy
behind us silenced them.
	"I would like to welcome the newest brothers of the Tribe," he said
with a majestic voice. At this point I was thinking why he called us
brothers. We hadn't pledged yet or done anything deserving of being
welcomed in the club. As if he read my mind he continued, "Most of are
wondering were the iniation comes in, where the classic frat pledging
humilities will take place. I am pleased to tell you that none of those
rituals take place here at the Tribe. Here, you have been pre-chosen for
your unique skills, talents and abilities. Each one of you will bring
something new to the Tribe and no hazing ritual will bring that out of
you. We, the brothers chose you, and we are pleased to welcome you to our
Tribe."
	Another round of applause took place after that. Next a younger
guy, about our age, obviously still in college stood up and began his
speech.
	"Welcome, brothers. I am Dylan Green, and as current president of
the Tribe, it is my honor to welcome you this evening. I guarantee that the
Tribe will be an amazing experience for you. It is also my honor to present
to you your Big Brother. He will, at the present time, show you around the
mansion, answer any questions you have about the Tribe and welcome you in a
special way to our organization."
	At that point, I was past the point of excitement. I was already in
a frat, without pledging or going through hell. And by the looks of it, the
Tribe had a lot of stuff going good for it. All the guys, the older ones
especially, looked incredibly rich, in their tuxes and everything. I was
thrilled at the possibilities when I heard my name called out a few feet
away from me.
	"Denton?"
	"Yes, that's me," I said trying not to sound nervous.
	"Hey, dude. Follow me," the guy said leading me out of the hall and
into a smaller, but equally lavish bedroom on the third floor.
	On the way up to the guy's room, I noticed how confident he
walked. He was about my height and build, slim but definitely a gym
worker. He had piercing gray eyes, which he covered under thing rimless
glasses. He had straight dark brown hair that was longer, about shoulder
length, and pulled back into a tight ponytail, revealing a strong bone
structure. The thing that caught my attention the most though, was still
his confidence.
	He was silent all the way up. When we reached his bedroom, he took
off his tuxedo jacket and sat on his bed, facing me as I stood there in
awe, not knowing what to do.
	"Have a seat Denton, we have a lot of stuff to talk about tonight."
	I sat down without saying a word.
	"You might as well get used to this room, because as my little,
what's mine is yours. There's a shower in that room, a closet through that
door and a mini bar right there in the corner," he said pointing everything
out to me.
	"I'll make you a key tomorrow. Look at me," he said suddenly. "I
didn't even introduce myself. I'm Joseph Grey, but everyone at the tribe
calls me Glass."
	"Why's that?" I asked curiously.
	He took off his glasses and pointed to his right eye. At first I
didn't notice anything, but after a second look, I saw that the color was
slightly different from the other and that the ball was slightly off
center.
	"Accident with a b.b. gun when I was 12," he said with an
enchanting smile. He looked at me for a second not speaking, reading me,
scouting me out.
	His glass wasn't weird; in fact if he had never told me Glass was
his nickname, I would have never known. The weird part was the fact that
his gaze seemed to penetrate me, search my insides, and exam my soul. He
looked me for a while, noticing that I wasn't going to say anything. He
finally asked, "Do you have any questions?"
	"About what?"
	"Anything. Me, the Tribe, anything."
	"I think I have too many to count."
	"We have all night," he said reassuringly. "Before you ask me
anything, let me go through some things really fast. You will be my little
for the rest of the year. Next year, if you would like, we can continue
being big and little, otherwise, you can find a little from next years
freshman class," he paused, noticing my slight facial expression change and
added, "trust me, I wont be offended. My big graduated last year, so you
are my first little brother in the Tribe, so I guess we'll be learning from
each other."
	I was staring at him, soaking the entire thing in. His voice, like
his eyes, was enchanting. He was drawing me in on every count, and there
was nothing I could do but listen.
	"There are a couple of rules that you need to be aware of. A few
people have been kicked out of the Tribe for breaking them so pay
attention. First off, never do anything alone. This is for your safety as
much as it is for the Tribe's success."
	"What do you mean my safety and the Tribe's success?" I asked,
cutting him off.
	"We aren't exactly the most popular frat. Other frats tend to get
jealous that we have the best everything: members, parties, girls, and
lives after college. Doing anything alone, even so much as checking out a
book, is putting yourself in unnecessary danger. Also, we pride ourselves
in being a unity. We're a unity that doesn't have to be tested by stupid
hazing rituals, so in a way, this is our ritual. No one on this campus,
weather it be a teacher or your lover, should ever feel anything but a
sense of unity within this Tribe. Besides, as you big, we'll be spending a
lot of time together so get used to doing a lot of things with me. Got
that?"
	"As long as you shower," I said, soliciting a smile from the
serious Glass. "What are the other rules," I asked.
	"The only other rule the Tribe has is that a brother must always
lend a helping hand." He stopped talking and looked me, letting the words
sink in. After a second I asked, "meaning?"
	"I'm gonna make this plain for you Denton. The Tribe requires a lot
of its brothers. You'll discover soon enough just how much this
organization demands. With the requirements on grades, service, function
planning and extracurricular, you aren't gonna have a lot of time to your
self." I could see the passion in his eyes. I was glued to every word he
was saying. As he continued speaking in his soothing smooth voice, he
inched closer to me on the bed, subtly leaning his face in. "Sometimes," he
continued, "You won't find exactly what you're looking for. But don't worry
about it, because a brother will always be there to lend a helping hand."
When he said these last words, his eyes were piercing mine and his lips
were inches away from mine. I could almost feel his soul breath as he
reached with his hand and grabbed my cock through my tuxedo pants.

	Jesse- I called Matt that night and we spent almost an hour
talking. He talked about how much he missed me, both in his math class and
in his arms, and mentioned maybe coming up to visit me this weekend. I told
him I'd see what I was doing and let him no.
	"So how are the roommates?"
	"They're actually great," I said, looking over at Charles who was
devoted to the chapter of reading he'd been assigned in one of his
classes. Charles looked up as I briefly looked at him, giving me a smile
before going back to his reading.
	"I'm glad. Are they as hot as you hoped," Matt asked naughtily.
	"No," I lied with a straight voice.
	"Aw, no action yet?"
	"Not yet, Matty," I said hoping that would end that part of the
conversation. Matt went on to ask me about my first day of class and my
professors and stuff. I was happy just to hear Matt's voice, so I didn't
care that the conversation was boring me to death.
	The next thing I felt, after a question about the cafeteria food, I
felt a hand slide down my chest from behind me. I looked up to see Charles
towering over me from behind, looking down with a horny, lusty grin on his
face.
	"You wanna play?" he mouthed. I nodded up and down slowly, horny
for this guys body.
	I was about to tell Matt that I needed to let him go, when Charles
whispered in my ear, "Keep him on the line." He swiveled my desk chair
around and dropped to his knees, grinning widely.
	"Yeah, Matt, the gym has a lot of stuff," I said, going into all of
the state-of-the art features in the fitness center.
	Charles was unzipping my pants slowly, not to make a sound that
could be heard in the phone, and was smiling at the prize that awaited him
inside. He looked up at me again and brought a finger to his lips,
signaling me not to make a sound as he took my cock in his mouth in one
swoop.
	It didn't take Charles long before he had a mouthful of pre-cum in
his mouth and was slurping it up as I continued talking to Matt on the
line, trying my hardest not to moan in pleasure. Charles took a long, loud
slurp that resulted in Matt asking me over the phone "What was that,
Jesse?"
	"My roommate," I said, choking back a moan. Charles' tongue felt so
amazing playing up and down over my cock. He was alternating between
deepthroating my cock and licking the length of it with his sexy tongue.
	"What's he doing?" Matt asked me.
	"Umm... ohh... nothing. He's eating something."
	"Oh. Sounds like he's enjoying it."
	I smiled at that ironic comment, looked down at Charles and asked,
"Are you enjoying that dude?"
	He looked up at me, smiled with his mouth still around my cock and
took a long, hard suck of my dick. I couldn't hold it in any more so I let
out a long low moan, hoping Matt didn't hear it.
	"He is, Matty," I said, quickly recovering. I was trying
desperately not to get lost in the pleasure that Charles was giving my
dick. I almost felt like hanging up on Matt and simply enjoying what
Charles was doing, but having Matt on the line was half the fun.
	I was getting closer and closer, barely paying attention to what
Matt was saying and instead of answering him with intelligent responses, I
was simply giving him incoherent mumbled jargon, mixed in with the
tell-tale sexual signs of release.
	"Dude, are you doing something?" Matt finally asked. I took a deep
breath, trying to compose myself.
	"Actually, Matty, hearing your voice made me really horny, so I
took my cock out and started stroking it." As soon as I said this, Charles
doubled down on my cock, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I
moaned so loudly, I thought I might have sent Matt's eardrums into limbo.
	"Damn, Jesse, am I that good?" Matt asked.
	"Yeah dude," I panted. Encouraged, Matt began whispering hot things
in my ear. "I wanna suck your cock, Jesse. You are so damn sexy, I wanna
lick you from head to toe." Both the stimulation Charles was giving me
mixed with the hot phone sex Matt was giving me, I couldn't have lasted any
longer. I started letting go..."Ohhh yeah, o fuck dude... o shit, I'm gonna
cum... I'm cumming... arghhhhh."
	I shot my load all over Charles mouth, filling up his mouth. Some
splattered out of his full mouth and he smiled at me, took a finger and
whipped it off, feeding my own cum to me before kissing me hard, sharing
his prize with me.
	"Damn, Jess, I've never been so hot in my life," Matt said on the
other line.
	"Me either, Matty," I said, "I'll see you this weekend."

	Denton- I was kissing another guy. For the first time in my life, I
was touching a dude in a sexual way, and it wasn't that bad. I mean, after
a while, I started getting into it. I think Glass saw my hesitation at
first, because he started slow, just kissing me softly and rubbing my
crotch, but soon, he was going to town on my tongue. Our mouths were
wrestling for domination.
	I rolled on top of him and he reached up to unbutton my tuxedo
shirt, exposing my hard, smooth chest. He was rubbing my pecs and sucking
my face when he used all his might to roll me over and get on top of
me. From the bottom, I felt so submissive, like he could have done anything
to me and I would have let him. He released my mouth from his grip and sat
up, straddling my hips. He smiled down at me and asked, "What do you think,
babe?"
	"I could get used to this," I said watching him take his shirt
off. He was the same build as me, slightly hairier in his chest, but a
treasure trail I had seen on most guys, but never found sexy until he
licked his finger and followed it down to his crotch. He was so sexy and
seductive it made me wonder whether I would do this with any other
guy. There was something about Glass that drew me to him, made me want to
do this. He bent back over my face and we continued making out for god
knows how long.

	Zach- I went through the day walking on clouds, thinking about
Chris. Everywhere I went, whether class or the café, all I could think
about was his smile, his long curly blond hair, or his amazing eyes. I
spent much of the afternoon stressing over whether or not to call him that
day, or the next day, as not to seem too desperate, but I finally mustered
the courage around ten o'clock that night. I sat alone in my room, dialed
the number was greeted by an unsure, "Hello?"
	"Hey, Chris, this is Zach," I said, followed by a pause of silence
before I added, "from the library."
	"Oh, the cute guy," he said.
	"Yeah, I like that. The cute guy."
	"So what's up man? I wasn't expecting you to call," he said. I was
thinking about what an idiot I was for calling so soon, the dude wasn't
even expecting me to call.
	"Oh, well I just thought I would, you know, to see if you wanted to
hang out or something."
	"Like a date type thing," he said nervously.
	"I guess," I began, then added quickly, "unless, you know, you have
something else in mind you'd like to do or whatever." I was trying to be
nonchalant about the whole thing; I didn't wanna come across desperate.
	"Oh, yeah, that'd be cool. I just didn't know if you wanted to
whatever, you know." He was almost as nervous as I was from the sound of
his voice, so I started feeling a little bit better.
	"So it's a date then?"
	"Yeah."
	"Cool. When?"
	"Are you free tomorrow night?"
	"Sure," I said, assuring myself I would be free even if I wasn't.
	"Cool, I'll pick you up at 8 then for a party a friend of mine is
throwing."
	"Cool," I said probably a little too over-excited. Oh well, I
thought. I was thrilled. This guy dug me and we were going out on a date
the next night; not only that, but I was going to my first college
party. For the second time that day, I felt like I was walking on clouds.

	Yes, they say that feelings are fickle, and that the important
thing about them is that you never know how long they'll last. They say,
that the happiest people live in the moment.