Date: Fri, 11 Nov 2005 22:47:20 EST
From: Heavensforlife@aol.com
Subject: They Say- Chapter 7

**Standard disclaimer... contains graphic depiction of gay sex**

Chapter 7

	They say that commitment is a hard thing to do, that human beings
are not meant to settle, but rather to be free and adaptable. They say
commitment is like a cage, and that the last thing men want to do is get
stuck in it.

	Denton- I woke up in someone else's bed, not knowing at first where
I was. I looked around and remembered everything that had gone on last
night, from that first "What the hell is going on, I can't believe I'm
enjoying this" kiss with Glass, to the "unbelievably amazing, never felt
this way about a guy, I'm gonna blow for hours" cock riding he gave my
cock. I swear, I remember shooting jizz at least four times last night, and
if we hadn't passed out in each other's arms like this, I'm sure we'd still
be going at it.
	Glass must have heard me stir, because I suddenly felt his body
move slowly and an exasperated "mmmm" escape his lips.
	We lay there looking at each other for a few seconds, not saying
anything. I don't know what Glass was thinking, but I was remembering what
an amazing world I'd been introduced to in the last 48 hours. I laid
thinking about all of the wonderful doors that were opening up for me with
the Tribe. Glass' smile looking back at me represented everything I was
gaining for a world of opportunity.
	"So you feel like leaving the Tribe yet?" he asked quietly.
	"For what? I don't think it gets any better than this."
	"It will," he said, sitting up and pulling the sheet over his naked
body. He sat up straight leaning against the headboard, so I followed suit,
looking him. He suddenly got all serious on me, faced straight ahead and
said, "There's some things you need to know."
	I got very nervous at that point. There were things I needed to
know? Why couldn't they have addressed these things with me earlier? I was
really confused. I didn't say anything, so Glass just kept on talking.
	"Being in the Tribe is a huge commitment. No one ever leaves the
Tribe, Denton. You cannot leave the Tribe."
	"Why would they want to?"
	"Some people just do. As fool proof as we think our selection
process is, sometimes guys just want to leave. The Tribe demands a lot,
Denton, and some guys can't handle the pressure."
	"Why are you telling me this?" I was starting to get nervous, like
Glass didn't think I was cut out to be a member or something.
	"Don't get mad, Denton. I just need to tell you. If you think for
some reason you would ever want to get out of the Tribe, you need to do so
right now, because after today, after we get up and get dressed and go
downstairs, there is no leaving the Tribe. Ever." He turned his head and
looked at me. His were magically intense, like he was almost looking
through me. I could read something in his eyes that he was telling me, but
I couldn't put my finger on it. All I knew is that I wanted to be a member
of the Tribe. Forever.

	Charles- My alarm clock woke me up with a start, bright and early
at 5 in the morning. I had a lot to do before classes: Morning workout,
swim laps, apply for an athlete ID card and find that Coach Bradley for a
morning diving lesson.
	After getting dressed in my Speedos and mesh over shorts, I
gathered my things and headed out the door. As I was leaving, I noticed the
sexy grin on Jesse's sleeping face, paused for a second and went out for
the day.

	Jesse- I woke up to my phone ringing. It took me a second to
register where I was and what was going on, but when I did I picked up the
phone and answered, "Hello."
	"Jesse?"
	"Yeah."
	"Hey, man, this is Brooklyn," the guy said with a cheerful pep in
his voice. I couldn't believe it-he had called me. I had been stressing
over whether to call him or not, but he was calling me. Play it cool, I
thought.
	"Yeah, hey, what's up?"
	"Nothing, I was calling to see if you wanted to hang out tonight. I
have tickets to this show, and I was wondering if you would like to go."
	"Awesome, I'd like that."
	"Good. I'll pick you up at 8, and its pretty formal so where
something nice." He hung up and I smiled from ear to ear. I would have done
summersaults had there not been two beds in the room. I got up and got
dressed happier than I ever had in my life.

	Zach- I met Jesse in the living room eating breakfast, so I decided
to join him.
	"What's got you so happy?" I finally asked after some silence. You
would think after our talk the day before, we'd be able to be relaxed and
cool around each other, but we just weren't getting there yet.
	"I just got some good news, that's all."
	"About?"
	"Nothing," he said getting up to dump his plate in the sink. He was
playing that little game where he's short with people so they'll stop
asking him questions. Too bad I had a little brother that did the same
thing, so I knew how to handle the situation.
	"So, who is it this time?"
	"What?"
	"Who fucked you, or asked you out, or whatever they did to give you
America's Goofiest Smile?" I could see the look on his face asking me how I
knew, like I'd hit it right on the nose, so I kept going, "Come on. Are you
gonna tell me or do I need to guess that too."
	"I have a date tonight with a very hot guy."
	"Who is not your roommate?"
	"No."
	"Who is not your boyfriend?"
	"No."
	"Oh. Well how many guys are you screwing?"
	"Enough to get by, but thanks for asking, I'm flattered," he said
playfully.
	"Trust me man, I would never come on to you. I might catch an STD
just thinking about it," I said as he laughed after giving me a deadly
glare.
	"Whatever, dude. This is college, so I'm gonna live it up and get
some wherever I can."
	"You do that. But while you're living it up, some of us will be
heading to class," I said getting up to head out.
	"I'll go with you; we're in the same building."
	For the first time, I felt like I had a friend in college. Someone
I could talk to, joke around with and walk to class to with. I know it
sounds all cheesy and stuff, but I was starting to wonder when it would
happen.

	Charles- For some reason I was distracted during my morning
workout. It wasn't effecting me that much, I just kept thinking about the
guy I had met the first day of school, the hot swimmer I had run into and
blown in the sauna. I wasn't one to usually dwell on random sex days after
it happened, but in the pool and remembering how great it was, I couldn't
help but thing about it.
	I finally finished my workout and headed to the shower to change,
when I passed Coach Bradley's office. I paused, wondering if I should go
in, when I heard a sound coming from inside. I peeked into his window and
saw the coach's head leaning back, resting on the head of his chair. Below
him, and I could barely see this, was a head bobbing up and down off the
coaches cock.
	I was instantly hard thinking about that hot coach getting head,
that I pulled down my swimming shorts, looked around to see for traffic,
and started yanking my cock watching the hot guy get his dick blown. I
watched for about three minutes before I heard some people coming down the
hallway. With nowhere to go and my dick hanging out for the world to see, I
decided that my best option was to barge in on the coach and hopefully join
in on the fun.
	I opened the door and walked in loudly. The coach looked at me with
a grin on his face, but the guy sucking his dick was a little embarrassed
to say the least. He looked a little older than me, maybe a grad student of
an assistant, but he was still extremely hot. His face had a short mustache
around his lips, something I'm sure felt great around someone's cock. He
wasn't wearing a shirt, so I could see his defined six pack and incredibly
wide chest. He had a light sprinkle of hair down his treasure trail,
nothing like Coach Bradley's hairy chest. I was so turned on be his
deer-in-headlights look that I felt my cock give a jolt.
	"Hey, Coach. Looks you're giving another lesson today," I said
smugly. The other guy started to get up and find his shirt, probably
leaving, so I grabbed his shoulder and said, "Where are you going?"
	He stammered something before Coach interrupted him with, "Its
alright, Tony, Charles is a friend." He finished his sentence with a
devilish smile.
	"Yeah," I said, inching towards the sitting coach. "I'm a good
friend."
	I looked down at him, and I know he knew what I wanted from his hot
mouth. He immediately went to town on my cock, taking the whole thing down
his throat. I let out a moan as the horny older coach grabbed my ass and
started fucking his face with my cock. I helped out with a rocking motion,
delivering my dick deeper and deeper down his throat, moaning the entire
time.
	I turned to notice the other guy just standing there watching us. I
could see the boner in his shorts grow ever so hard as he watched the coach
suck down my cock. I reached out and pulled him close to me by the back of
his neck until his face was an inch away from mine. I smiled lustily before
devouring over this hot stud's lips. We kissed so hard and heavy,
intensifying, if possible, the pleasure Coach Bradley was giving me from
below. It was long before I was fucking Coach's face like crazy, getting
ready to cum. I let go of the other guy's face and started screaming to the
coach I was about to shoot my load.
	"Damn, coach...o shit... aghhhhh... oohhhhh... fuck."
	The guy watched me orgasm as I delivered my load over and over down
coach's throat. I was so hot this older stud had swallowed my cum. He kept
a little mouth, stood up and shared his treat with me. We kissed for what
seemed like hours, but was barely a few minutes.
	Pulling back, he said, "As fun as this was, guys, I have and actual
instruction to take care of, so I'll have finish this with you all later."
	"That's alright Coach," I said looking at the other fucking hot
stud across from me, "I'm sure we can find some way to pass the time."
	The guy smiled and we headed off to the locker room.

	Jesse- I met up with Zach for lunch and we talked about a lot of
stuff. I was beginning to think he was a really cool guy. We talked about
everything from our celebrity crushes (his happened to be J. Timberlake) to
our worst dates. In my mind though, I was counting the minutes I would be
heading back to the English building where I would get stare at Brooklyn
for my afternoon session.
	Zach and parted ways after lunch, and I strolled around the English
lobby, anxiously waiting for my next class to start. I had been thinking
about Brooklyn more and more, probably because it had been a couple of days
since we'd done anything, and I was so horny for his hot body, I didn't
know if I would be able to contain myself during class.
	"How's my favorite fucker?" a voice, deep and sexy, said from
behind me suddenly.
	I turned around to see him inches from my face with an sexily evil
grin on his face, like he knew what I wanted.
	"I'm good, and you?" I said, playing it cool.
	Reading my mind, he replied with, "Don't try and act all cute and
innocent with me. Meet in my bosses office in three minutes... naked."
	With that, he turned and ran up the stairs. Without hesitation, I
gathered my things and found the elevator. It must have taken forever for
that fucking elevator to get down and opened, but when it finally did, I
was inside pushing the third floor button.
	I was so horny, I could feel my dick hardening without anyone even
doing anything to me. The mere thought of Brooklyn touching it, loving it,
was enough to get it hard and ready.
	The damn thing finally made to the floor where Brooklyn said to
meet him, in the same office we had fucked my first day on campus. Thinking
back on that day and anticipating what was about to happen was almost
enough to bring me to the edge. I wanted Brooklyn's body so much, his cock,
his balls, his ass- all of it.
	As soon as I entered the office building, I saw a site that would
stop traffic. Brooklyn was standing there, naked as the day he was born,
hard as hell, stroking his cock with a horny glazed gaze over his face.
	"The last class I had with you in it was hell man," he said as I
inched closer to him. "I couldn't concentrate on teaching knowing you were
in the front row staring at me. I was so horny."
	By this time, I was getting closer to his hard, toned body.
	"You think it was hard on you," I said, "I was tempted to unleash
my dick and start stroking it right there."
	"I'm sure I wouldn't have minded." By now, I was inches away from
his naked body, hard as a rock by the site of his awesome build. He had a
five o'clock that I loved to feel rubbing between my thighs, but the rest
of was smooth as a newborn. He leaned in and intensely kissed me for a few
minutes, making my toes curl underneath my body, before he pulled back and
said, "We can't do this right now."
	"Why not?" I asked, nervous that I was gonna have to go through the
day like some horny, reckless loser.
	"We both have a class in a few minutes. We have to wait till
after."
	"Damnit," I said pulling my shirt back over my head.
	"Don't be mad," he said, kissing me again.
	"I'm not, just horny, that's all." He could tell that I was
refusing to meet his gaze. I wasn't mad, I just hated being strung along
and then let down just when I was getting into the whole ordeal- that's
something girls did.
	"Just hang around the lecture hall after class... better yet, I'll
give you a reason to stay after," he said smiling at me. By this time, he
was already dressed for teaching. I was buttoning up my jeans when he
reached out and grabbed my hand, saying, "I think you should take off your
underwear before you go to class," he said giving me this slutty grin.
	"I'll take them off," I said, pausing then adding, "If you take off
yours."
 	He looked at me quizzically at first, but after a moment, unzipped
his khaki dress pants and removed his boxers.

	Denton- After Glass' early morning warning, we woke up, showered
together and dressed, before heading downstairs to find a feast laid over
the table. Everything anyone could ever want to eat for breakfast was
there: eggs, potatoes, bacon, and sausages. There were a few places taken
up, and big-little couples were mostly keeping to themselves, talking and
getting to know each other well. Glass lead the way to seat across from
what I assumed was a friend of his and his little brother.
	"Denton, this is my old roommate Ashton and his little..." Glass
said, trailing off because he didn't know the other guys name.
	"Mark," the freshman said, extending his arm to both Glass and
me. We introduced ourselves and began filling our plates with food.
	"So ya'll were roommates?" Mark asked, attempting to spark up a
conversation. Glass just nodded along, continuing his assault on his plate.
	"Yeah we were," began Ashton. "We didn't get along to well though
at first. Glass always wanted to bring girls home."
	"And Ash wanted nothing to do with girls," Glass interjected,
soliciting a laugh from Mark and me both. Something about his sentence made
sense though, after the way Glass and I had spent the night. I looked up
and met Mark's eyes. His mouth curled upwards in a shallow grin,
acknowledging to me that he and Ashton had done the same thing me and Glass
had done last night. I felt a little better knowing I wasn't the only
little that had given it up, but then again, I felt a little weird. I
started to wonder what kind of club I had signed up for. Was it a sexual
organization? Did these upperclassmen take advantage of freshmen? By the
time I pushed the thoughts out of my head, I realized I was far behind in
the conversation.
	"Yeah, the Beta Phi Beta party this weekend is gonna be awesome,
once we get there," Ashton was saying with a very heavy Californian
accent. His long, shaggy hair, along with his accent his over excessive use
of the words 'dude' and 'awesome' lead me to the conclusion that he was a
hard core surfer.
	"What are we planning?" Mark asked, trying to get in the loop.
	"Every year," Ashton began, "the Beta Phi's always try to outdo the
other frats and sororities with a huge mixer, and every year it's the same
thing: booze, strippers, weed and occasionally a drunken brawl to end the
night. Every year, they end up throwing the biggest mess on campus. So a
few years ago, the Frat Organization decided to ban the Beta Phi's parties
unless they were thrown in conjunction with another frat. Since then, every
frat has taken a rotating turn to host the opening mixer along with Beta
Phi Beta, and this year is The Brotherhood's year," he ended softly, as if
he didn't want the name the Brotherhood to be heard by anyone else on the
table.
	"What does that have to do with us making the party rock," Mark
asked, proving he was just as confused by the story as I was.
	"Two things. First off, the last time the Brotherhood frat through
the opening mixer with Beta Phi Beta, the Tribe wasn't invited for obvious
reasons. We always get the good recruits. We have the cream of the crop and
the Brotherhood has hated that since we were chartered at this
university. The jealousy and rivalry runs deep within the two frats,
because they think that they'll one day take our spot as the best frat on
campus. Secondly, this should have been our year to host, but the F.O. gave
it to the Brotherhood instead."
	"Why is it so important that we hosted this year?" I asked.
	"Simple," said Glass. "It's our quad-tradition. Ever since the Beta
Phi Beta rule was changed, we have hosted every four years, kind of as a
known tradition. No rule or anything, but we always go for and win the bid
for every fourth year to host. When the F.O. voted to give our quad to the
Brotherhood, they should have known what they were getting into."
	I was thrilled by what Glass and Ashton were saying. I had no idea
that the frats at this school, or any school for that matter, had such
history and animosity. I had no idea there was an organization of Frats
that regulated mixers and parties and charter memberships and
everything. The whole ordeal was new and intriguing.
	"So the F.O. gave our date away to the Brotherhood," Mark asked,
still a little confused. "But why would they do that if they knew about the
tradition?"
	"The newest President and Vice-President of the Frat Organization
are both from the Brotherhood. For the first time in history, a frat has
controlled both seats," Glass explained.
	"If we're so powerful a frat, why aren't we in those seats?" I
asked. I noticed Glass' eye twitch at my question, like I had said
something inappropriate. He did, however, go on to answer my
question. "Because, we got disqualified from the elections last year. We,
for the first time, don't hold any seat anywhere in the organization."
	"So that means that we are pretty much screwed by the F.O. this
year," I said.
	"Not necessarily," Ashton said. "Any frat that votes against on
anything knows there will be hell to pay when we get back into power."
	"So why is the Brotherhood risking that by stealing our date?"
	Glass looked me in the eye after that last question with his
terrifying gaze and said calmly yet scarily, "Because they have no idea
what's coming."

	Jesse- I was sitting in class, but I wasn't concentrating on
anything Brooklyn was saying in his lecture. I was in the very front row,
focusing on the bulge that was clearly outlined by his thin pants. Every
time he moved, I could see his smooth, soft cock shift in his pants. I must
have been staring hard, because the girl sitting next to me noticed and
started laughing.
	Towards the end of the lecture, when I had finally regained some
composure and had started taking notes, I heard my name called out from
Brooklyn's desk.
	"Yeah?"
	"Mr. Marcel?"
	"Yes, sir," I replied, trying not to laugh at how professional the
both of us were being.
	"I need to see you after class," he said. I blushed. There were a
few whispers and a low droning "oohhhh..." that circled the lecture hall,
but by the time the class was over, Brooklyn's attack was old news. He had
announced that he needed me to correct a paper that I had turned in on the
first day, and that this was the only time he would ever let a student do
that to an incomplete paper. Pretty original of the guy, I must admit.
	I sat in my seat, watching everyone else file out, stealing glances
at Brooklyn as he shook people's hands and answered questions at the
door. The last of the crowd finally left, and with the fastest speed I had
ever seen in a human being, Brooklyn had the door locked, shade drawn and
was sitting on his desk chair motioning me over.
	He reclined back with a wicked smile on his face, massaging the
growing bulge in his pants. I could clearly make out a wet spot from where
his precum was forming, and without hesitation, I was on my knees licking
at that very spot. He moaned above me, and after unbuttoning his shirt to
reveal that sexy, hairy-hard chest that I loved, he was massaging the back
of my head as I gave his cock the service it needed.
	The monster was huge and hard when I unleashed it from his pants,
and before I knew it, he was pushing my head down hard on his cock. I was
deep-throating that prick like crazy, licking the shaft and his balls every
once in a while, making him moan and grown above me. He loved the feel of
my tongue swirl around the head of his cock while the rest of his dick was
down my throat. I could feel his nuts tense up under me, so I edged off his
cock, giving both of us time to recover.
	I stood up, undid my pants and shirt right in front of him, in a
kind of slow striptease, while he drooled and rubbed his chest. When I was
completely naked, I stood in front of him, feeding him my cock. He knew
exactly what to do, sitting there taking every inch of me down.
	"Oh... god, Brooklyn. That's so amazing. Suck my cock man, oh
yeah... fuck yeah..." I moaned incoherently as he sucked my dick.
	He was going down on my cock, faster and faster, when I felt his
finger begin to make its away through my whole. He was fingering my ass,
preparing it for a bigger, thicker cock, massaging my whole to new
heights. I had never felt such pleasure as I did as he sucked on my cock
and fingered my ass the same time, sending waves of pleasure throughout my
entire body. As soon as he felt my balls tense up, he backed off my cock
and smiled up at me.
	"Do you wanna go for a ride?" he asks devilishly, lowering my ass
firmly onto his dick. The pleasure of his cock entering my ass as I sat
down it was amazing. I wanted him to fuck me so bad. He replaced his finger
with his cock, filling me up with his thick, long meat. I sat there facing
him for a second, adjusting the new feeling in my ass. I couldn't talk,
because anything I would have said would have come out in a jumbled mess of
moans. Our faces were inches apart and as soon as I smiled at him, he began
thrusting upwards into my ass.
	"Oh yeah," he said, beginning to work up a sweat. "You're ass is so
tight Jesse... I could fuck this hole all day. O fucking yeah." He was
moaning and kissing me all over, stopping every once in a while to convince
me I had the best ass he'd ever fucked. Our bodies were rubbing together,
and I could feel the heat building between our abdomens. His neck and face
turned bright red from the workout and his breathing began to shallow.
	"Don't stop, Brooklyn... o fuck, I love your cock. Fuck me babe..."
	He began to slow his thrusting down. He grabbed my round ass and
began pumping my entire body up and down on his cock. I began moving up and
down on his dick, riding his cock like there was no tomorrow. He had my
nipple in his mouth and was sucking hard on it while I went up and down on
his thick piece. I grabbed his head and used it for leverage as I quickly
rode his cock.
	"Ride my dick, buddy, o yeah... fuck man... ride my cock..." he
said, encouraging me. I felt his entire body tense up, so I rose all the
way off his cock and sat down hard, all the way. I sat there feeling his
load shoot way up my ass, reaching places I've never felt. As his load was
emptied into my ass, I shot my cum all over his chest and stomach between
us. I rubbed my cum deep into his chest, feeling his hard pecs under my
touch. We sat there spent for a few minutes, with his soft cock still in my
ass, kissing each other and rubbing the cum between us.

	Zach- My day was normal as ever. I went to class, took notes, ate
at the café and came home to study at 5 o'clock. I tried to keep my mind
off my date with Chris tonight. I didn't know what to expect, all he had
said was it was a kind of party and that I should dress nice because the
competition would be stiff. I spent most of the day trying not to dwell on
what my first college party would be like. I expected to find Jesse home
getting ready for his date with Brooklyn, his TA, but instead, I walked
into my room to see Charles packing.
	"Hey, dude," I said, a little surprised. "I was beginning to think
you didn't live here anymore."
	"I actually, technically don't," he said dryly. He was stuffing
about a weeks worth of clothes into a travel bag.
	"I don't comprehend," I said, trying not to let on the extent of my
confusion.
	He turned to face me and said quickly, "I don't live here
anymore. I'm moving the frat house," he said, turning back to his clothes
and his suitcase.
	"Is this about the invite you got at the orientation?"
	"Precisely," he said shortly.
	"Oh," I said, a little stunned by the revelation. I mean, what kind
of roommate moves out after two days of living at the dorm? Whatever, I
thought. And went to my closet to look for something to where tonight.
	"So guess that's it then, I'll be back to pick up the bulk of my
stuff later," he said, I assumed heading for the door. Not facing him, I
simply replied, "See yah." As he left the room, the apartment, I couldn't
help but feel a pang of jealousy creep down my spine.

	Yes, they say that commitment is one of the hardest things to
do. They say that the last thing men want to do, is be stuck in a cage of
commitment.

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