Date: Wed, 27 Feb 2013 03:53:34 -0500
From: X X <thewriter_x@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Brotherhood #22 {X} {MM College & Sci-Fi/Fantasy} [22!?]

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

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The Brotherhood
Chapter XXII
By: X


	Tequila is a bitch! Nuff said...

	The bright sunlight blazing thru the windows didn't help any
either.  I tried to pull the covers over my head but some smartass pulled
them completely off me when he sat next to me on the bed.

	"For the love of god, please let me have another hour of sleep," I
begged, placing my pillow over my head.  "Maybe even ten."

	"Sorry, but that's the price you pay for drinking like a fish," Q
said and pulled the pillow away.

	"I agree."  I reached for Q's pillow and placed it over my head.
"Now let me just lay here and reflect on my mistake."

	"Nice try."  He tried to pull the pillow away but this time I
latched onto it like my life depended on it, which only made Q laugh.  He
eventually won the tug of war.  "You have to get up and get ready for
class."

	"Class?"  I damn near yelled.  "Class?  Are you nuts?  I'm not
going to class today."

	"Oh, but you are Jacob.  A hangover is no excuse for missing class;
not for you or anyone else.  If you want to drink like a fish then you have
to man up and suffer the consequences."

	"Come on!"  I looked at him with the saddest, most pathetic look I
could muster.  "Please?"  I even batted my eyes to try and pull on his
heart strings.

	A warm smile spread across his face as he leaned in to kiss me on
the forehead.  Brushing the hair away from my eyes, he said, "Not a
chance," and slapped my ass.  "Now get up and get ready."

	"Fine..." I conceded and watched Q walk over to the dresser to grab
a t-shirt.  "Can you at least use your glowy fingers to make the hangover
go away?"
	"Yes," he replied.

	"But you're not going to are you?"

	"Nope," he laughed.

	"You're evil!"

	"A little bit."

	Evil or not, my eyes could not help but watch Q as he slipped on a
black t-shirt that stopped right at the waistband of his purple trunks.
The way they hugged his amazing bubbles and formed a perfect line between
them made my cock twitch.  In that moment all I could think about was
kneeing behind him and kissing that perfect line.

	"What are you doing?" he asked but never bothered to turn around
and look.

	"Um...nothing," I replied innocently enough.

	"Yeah...uh-huh.  Anyway, you won't be seeing much of me over the
next couple of weeks."

	"What?  Why?"

      "Aw, are you pouting?"  Q finally turned to face me.  "Look at that
face.  You'd think I just told you I kicked your puppy or something."

      "Stop trying to make this about me and explain."  I can't begin to
describe how liberating it felt to be able to talk to Q as an equal.
Twenty four hours ago I never would have dared to ask him to explain
anything he wasn't willing to give up on his own.  I might have thought
about it but to actually say it out loud?  I would've been too afraid that
the world would implode or something.  Now I just felt free.  "Well?"
      "I will be traveling the other Brotherhood houses to ensure the
transitions from pledge to brother were a seamless one.  I'll be spending a
lot of one-on-one time with our new brothers; getting to know them and how
their experience has been up to this point.  It generally takes weeks,
Jacob."
      "One-on-one time, huh?  Should I be worried?"
      He laughed.  "Are you serious right now?"
      "What?  It's a valid question!  Have you seen our brothers?  Just
because you're all glowy and evolved doesn't mean you can't be tempted by
the forbidden fruit."
      "Apples?"
      "Shut up!"
      "You're ridiculous," he continued to laugh as he walked into the
closet to grab a pair of jeans.
      "Can I come with you at least?" I shouted.
      "No! What part of 'you have class' do you not understand?"
      "So you're telling me I'm not going to see you for two fucking
weeks?"
      "No, I said you won't see much of me.  But I'll make you a deal.
I'll meet you for lunch every day and promise to come home to you every
night."
      "I'll probably be sleeping by the time you get in."
      "One can only hope," he joked.
      I gave the closet the finger.
      "That better mean I'm your number one boyfriend."
      I was quick to pull my finger out of the air.  Let's be real here; I
wasn't feeling that free.  "Can I at least get a kiss before you go?"
      He popped his head out of the closet and looked at me with narrowed
eyes as if I was up to no good.  I'm guessing he decided it was safe
because he walked towards me with a grin on his face.
      I sat up to meet his lips.
	"Oh god..." I said, covering my mouth and making a mad dash to the
bathroom.  Hugging porcelain never felt so good in my life.
	"So I'm just going to take a rain check on that kiss if you don't
mind," Q snickered as he stood by the bathroom door.  "Oh, by the way, all
our new brothers are waking up in their new rooms this morning.  I took the
liberty of moving all your stuff into my bedroom."  He just kept talking
and talking as if all I was doing was brushing my teeth.  I wanted to kick
him.  "I figured that would be okay, but if I misjudged the situation
please let me know and I'll get you set up in your own room by the time you
get back."  All I was able to do was give him a thumbs up while dry heaving
into the toilet.  "Good; I made the right call."  I could hear the grin in
his voice.
	He walked up behind me.  "I have to get going now so I'll meet you
for lunch.  Enjoy your classes."  He kissed the back of my head before
heading out.
	I managed to flick him off again when he was out of sight.
	"Love you too, Jacob!"
	The twenty minute shower that followed was amazing.  It calmed my
stomach and relieved the burn behind my left eye.  I'm pretty sure I
would've agreed to anything, even give up my first born, if it meant
another five minutes under the pulsating blast of the showerheads.  But I
knew I had to walk away from the shower and get ready for class or I'd
never hear the end of it from Q.
	Begrudgingly, I turned off the water, wrapped a towel around my
waist and glanced at the clock.  I was already running late. Q never said
anything about being to class on time, but I wasn't crazy enough to try and
push my luck.
	Walking into the closet and seeing all my clothes laid out next to
his brought a cheesy smile to my face.  It felt very much like we were a
couple and this was all real.
	"God I'm such a girl," I said to myself but kept smiling.
	I got dressed in a mix of his clothes and mine and headed for
class.
	As expected, the professor started lecturing me about being on time
the second I opened the door.  Apparently, timeliness is a virtue and if I
can't bother being on time, I shouldn't bother showing up at all.  He
clearly planned to make an example of me.  I'm not even sure he would have
let me in, but then one of the girls sitting in the front row asked if I
was with The Brotherhood.  I simply nodded.
	The professor stumbled for a second, stopped his dressing down and
stepped aside. He gave me a dirty look and managed to mumble a semi-stern,
but mostly 'for show' warning as I took my seat.
	Fucking classic!
	I winked at the girl and took out my notebook.  That's all I
remember.  I looked at my notebook and was out like a light.  Actually, I'm
pretty sure I heard the professor say about three words and then I was out.
It actually happened again in my next class as well.  The only reason I
woke up from either is because of people bumping into me as they were
leaving.  Hey, Q said I had to go to class; he never said anything about
having to stay awake.
	By the time my physics class rolled around I decided not to push my
luck and forced myself to stay awake.  Honestly, it was less about forcing
myself to stay awake and more about the fact that CJ was sitting right next
to me.  Even if I wanted to sleep, his yapping in my ear never would have
allowed it.  When he wasn't leaning into me whispering about all the
banging he could do to the girls around us, CJ was blowing me away with his
genius.  There wasn't a single question he couldn't answer or a problem he
couldn't solve.
	In fact the professor had a formula on the board he was explaining
to the class when CJ suddenly got up and rewrote it in a way that was much
easier for everyone to understand.  The professor was dumbfounded.
	"Dude, I'm pretty sure they want me," he said as he sat back down.
He was talking about the couple sitting in front of the class.  He was sure
they wanted a "m‚nage ... trois" as he put it.  I simply chuckled under
my breath.  Watching CJ go from being an Einstein to a playboy in the same
breath was hilarious to me.  I guess you can chalk it up to the quirks of
being a genius.
	I'm no dumbass.  I can keep up with the best of them.  But frankly,
I wasn't that interested.  I sat back and watched my fellow classmates
eager to answer the professor's questions, or engage him in a debate or
rapidly enter the information into their tablets and computers.  All the
while I couldn't help but wonder what's the point?  I knew what was in
store for humanity.  Regardless who prevailed, Nave or Skai, I was certain
that the facts and figures my classmates were committing to long term
memory would do little to help them.
	I felt so disconnected from everyone. Everyone that is except my
brothers; who I knew would share my fate.  I found solace in that fact.
But for the here-and-now I didn't want to be around the sheep blindly
heading into the slaughter.  I was so relieved when class was over and I
was able to get the hell out of there.
	Leaving class proved to be more annoying than sitting thru it.  For
some reason the crowd was moving at a snail's pace and it was pissing me
the fuck off.  It was like being in stop and go traffic.  It wasn't until I
finally stepped out of the classroom that I realized what was going on.
True to his word, Q was standing in the hall, waiting to go to lunch with
me.  Seeing Q standing outside our classroom shocked everyone including me
and CJ.  I don't know why, but I just assumed we would meet somewhere else,
somewhere less 'collegiate'.  Maybe for this very reason; Q's presence
always seemed to cause a stir.
	"Q!" CJ exclaimed, greeting him like a friend who was on leave from
the military.  It was obviously CJ was very comfortable in his new role as
a brother and wasn't afraid to embrace it.  He actually went up to Q and
embraced him like guys do.  Q was a great sport about it and treated CJ
like he'd been his brother for ages.  It was actually pretty awesome.
	But that was nothing compared to what happened next.
	Q came right up to me and kissed me on the lips as casually as if
he was shaking my hand.  I stood there frozen.  I wasn't even able to kiss
him back I was so stunned.
	"What's wrong?" Q asked.  There was sweetness to his voice that
snapped me out of my haze.  I looked into his eyes.  There was genuine
concern and a bit of confusion as well.  To Q the kiss was as normal as
shaking hands.  I was his boyfriend after all so why wouldn't he kiss me?
He wasn't trying to make some grand statement.  He was just
being...well...Us.
	"Yeah I'm fine..."
	"I didn't embarrass you did I?"
	"Embarrassed me?  No, not really.  Surprised me?  Just a little
bit."
	Q laughed.  "Come on let's go."
	Not wanting to be a third wheel, CJ said his goodbyes and stayed
behind with the stunned crowd.  As we turned the corner I heard him say,
"What?  You people have never seen a guy kiss another guy before?"
	"I don't think two guys kissing is the problem," I said as I leaned
into Q.  "More like they're not used to seeing you kiss another guy."
	"That's their problem," Q said simply.
	Be that as it may, I couldn't help but wonder how long before the
news spread thru campus like wildfire.  If the text I got from Arsen a few
minutes later was any indication, it wouldn't be long at all.
	Q took me to a popular little caf‚ just outside of campus.  The
place was packed up the wazoo, but considering who I was with I got to
order my wrap right quick and Q got his shinny green apple.  From the
moment we took our seats I felt awkward.  The diners around us tried to act
casual, but I repeatedly caught them staring and whispering.
	"What's wrong with you?" Q asked.
	"Are you serious?"  I looked at him as if he lost his mind.  'Am I
the only one who feels everyone's eyes on us?"
	Q looked around, looked back at me and then stood up. "Can we help
you?"
	Needless to say, every set of eyes darted away from our table at
once.  Forks clanked against plates and conversations - not whispers -
returned to normal.
	"There, problem solved.  Now do you mind telling me what's on your
mind?"
	"I don't know what you're talking about."
	"I seriously doubt that.  Ever since you left class you've had this
cloud of funk hanging over you.  Plus you barely said two words to me on
our way here.  So I'll ask again.  What's wrong with you?"
	I didn't answer him right away.  Instead I just focused on my tasty
sandwich and beverage, but one can avoid Q's penetrating eyes for only so
long before they start to cut into you and wear you down.  "It's..."
	"Don't say 'it's nothing' because clearly something is bothering
you," he interrupted.
	"It's nothing we haven't talked about before," I assured Q.
	"Indulge me."
	"I was just sitting in class watching everyone being all
student-like and answering questions trying to impress the professor,
competing against each other..."
	"And you started wondering what's the point of it all, right?  You
look at your classmates and you get a terrible sense of doom.  You know of
a future they couldn't possibly comprehend in which they have no real
place; at least not one where physics is going to do them any good. "
	I was shocked that he was right on point.  Then again it's Q.  If
he turned water into wine I really shouldn't be surprised.  "How did you
know?"
	"You're not the first person to have this moment of crisis; to feel
like you're stuck between two worlds, or more accurately that you're
betraying one world while embracing the new one."
	"So what's the cure?"
	"Unfortunately there isn't one.  All I can promise you is that it
will get better.  How fast it gets better depends on the brother.  It all
starts with letting go.  I know it's easier said than done but it is the
first step.  You're a brother now Jacob."  He paused for a moment, took my
hand into his and squeezed gently.  "A brother destined to be Nave one
day."
	I smiled. It was all I could do.  Smile and accept the fact that
I'd have to get thru this struggle on my own.  It might have been easier to
move on if I knew exactly what I was leaving behind, but the ten year gap
in my brain was making it impossible.
	"You know what sucks?" I asked him.  "Now that I know what's going
to happen it fucking sucks waiting for the shit to hit the fan.  Armageddon
could very well be at our door step and I'm sitting here eating this tasty
chicken wrap."
	Q laughed and shook his head.  "Going from eating your tasty
chicken wrap to Armageddon is a bit premature.  Neither side has found the
Eye yet.  Without it no one is going to make any major moves."
	"What if the Eye is never found?"
	"It's not a matter of if it's a matter of when.  We know the Eye is
out there somewhere.  We just need to find it."
	"Ok, now it's your turn to indulge me.  What if it's never found?
What if the Eye was really destroyed all those years ago?  What's plan B?"
	"There is no plan B Jacob.  Everything depends on the Eye.  Without
it there's no other way to wake our sleeping brothers.  The Nave would
never go to war without them...unless the Skai attack us first."
	"Would they?"
	"I seriously doubt it," Q replied, shaking his head and taking one
last bite from his apple.  "I'm sure the minor skirmishes we engage in now
would ramp up considerably as each side vies for the upper hand.  But all
out war like the days of old would be impractical."
	"Seriously?" I laughed.  "'Days of old'? What are you Gandalf?"
	"Shut it."
	"Do you need help finding the The One Ring?"
	"Maybe, but I'm pretty sure I won't need help kicking your ass."
	"You love my ass."
	"Oh God," he snickered, rolled his eyes and got up to throw away
his apple core and put my tray away.
	"You can run but you can't hide from the truth!"
	Q came back still smirking from my "ass" comment.  He looked beyond
cute and I just wanted to kiss him, but I lacked the confidence Q showed in
the hallway.  It would be one thing to kiss him around our brothers but in
the caf‚, surrounded by a bunch of strangers?  Yeah, that's something
I'd have to work up to.
	"So how are the evaluations-or whatever it is you're doing-going?"
	"It goes," was all he said.
	"Let me guess.  Need to know?"
	Q nodded.  "Speaking of which, I have to get back."  He got up and
kissed me on the head.  "I'll see you tonight."
	"I'll probably be sleeping by the time you get back."
	"Good.  I can have my way with you without having to deal with
you."
	"You wish!"  Actually I wished it too.  Is that bad?
	So that pretty much summed up the next two weeks.  You become a
brother and somehow you trick yourself into believing it's all smooth
sailing from there.  I'm here telling you it's not.  Yes, something's do
change.  People around campus who recognized me as a brother gave me
respect I never really earned.  And I know I got away with things another
student would have gotten reamed for doing.  But all-in-all my life was
that of a typical college student.  I was not exempt from "the grind"
meaning my nose was still buried in books and I had homework up the ying
yang.
	Now don't misunderstand what I'm saying.  It wasn't all bad.  I got
to hang out with my bros and enjoy life a little.  I was amazed at how
often the golden mirror was used once pledging was over.  That hall turned
into Grand Central Station!  I swear every time I turned a corner I bumped
into a brother from another college or from a different country all
together.  Talk about networking!
	Q was true to his word.  I found him outside my physics class every
day, waiting in the hall to take me to lunch.  I think by day three people
got used to seeing him out there so the line to get out of class was less
congested.  That's probably around the same time I was like "fuck it" and
started going up to Q to kiss him hello.
	And just like he promised, Q came home to me every night.  But just
like I predicted I was always asleep by the time he got in.  I'd feel him
crawl into bed and snuggle up behind me; his bulge pressed firmly against
my ass while his hand rested over my junk as he fell asleep.
	I smiled every night.
	I'd always wake up to Q getting dressed, save for the weekend when
I'd sleep in late.  I told myself I'd try really hard to wake up early so I
could see him off but that never happened.  I loved Q and all, but sleep
was a rare commodity and in high demand at the time.
	I never expected him to show up on the weekends for lunch but there
he was that first Saturday afternoon.  I was outside throwing the lion
around with some of the brothers because it happened to be a nice cool day
out.  Oh, the lion was just a Frisbee we tossed around that had a picture
of, you guessed it, a lion's face on it.  Well anyway, Shaun tossed it at
me and I set myself up for the perfect catch when the damn lion jumped out
of the fucking Frisbee at me.  I heard the growl seconds before it jumped
out at me like a fucking jack in a box.  Of course I did what any sane
person would do and dove for cover screaming like a bitch.
      Everyone exploded in laughter.
      I looked up from my manly fetal position and saw Q standing there
holding the Frisbee.
      "Lunch?"
      I wanted to kill him!  I screamed bloody murder and started chasing
him around the grounds.  Here's a pro tip for everyone.  Don't try tackling
someone who can become ethereal.  It doesn't end well for you and,
depending on how you land, your nuts.
      Needless to say we had a very interesting lunch.  There were a lot of
"I'm sorry's" thrown around and asking for forgiveness.  Now, I really
wasn't all that upset about it.  It was pretty funny, but I wasn't going to
tell Q that.  I knew having Q feeling all apologetic and what not was a
once in a blue moon type thing so I was going to milk it for all it was
worth.  But only for a limited time.  He was Q after all and I'm not that
crazy.
      That same night the guys decided to take me out to the local bar and
grill for some food and to play some darts and pool.  Arsen made a comment
about being sick of seeing me moping around the house because I missed my
"boy toy" as he put it.
      "First of all, I never moped," I corrected as we walked into the bar.
"And secondly, I wouldn't let Q hear you call him that."
      "Yeah...good point," Arsen conceded.  "You were definitely moping
though."
      "Screw!"
      It was nice being out with the gang again.  We saw each other
throughout the day on campus and back at the house but it just wasn't the
same.  Once we became brothers everyone seemed so wrapped up in their own
lives with school and TBH stuff that we rarely ever saw each other.
      We walked in and the large crowd gathered around the corkboard
immediately got our attention.  What was so interesting that everyone was
laughing and snapping pictures with their phones?  Putting on our detective
hats, we went to investigate what the commotion was all about.
      Like Moses parting the Red Sea, people got the hell out of our way
once they recognized the letterman jackets we were wearing.  Horrified does
not begin to describe what I felt when I saw what was posted on the board.
There, for the whole word to see, were several 8x10 pictures of me in
various states of undress.  I had my shirt off in one picture and nothing
but trunks in another.  Those were no big deal.  The ones showing me
completely naked sporting eight inches of major wood and cumming on my
chest were kind of a big deal to me.  And these weren't the standard
headless shots you can brush it off because no one can prove it's you in
the picture.  It was me from head to naked toe.
      I was fuming and embarrassed.  I could literally feel the heat coming
up from under my shirt.
      "Dude," CJ said and got up close and personal with one of the
pictures.  "I've seen your shit and these pictures don't do you justice."
      "My god," one girl gasped.
      "Who put this up here?" Arsen asked one of the guys standing next to
him.
      He had no idea, but I dd.  There's only person on the planet that had
pictures of me in all my glory.  It took only a few seconds of scanning the
bar to find her sitting in a booth with her girlfriends on the other side
of the bar.  We locked eyes for mere seconds, but she definitely had this
pleased look and a sinister grin plastered on her face.  She then dismissed
me completely and went back to talking to her girlfriends without a care in
the world.
      Bitch!
      But once again being a member of The Brotherhood has its perks.  The
laugher subsided rather quickly when everyone realized I was the one in the
pictures.  A couple of guys even went so far as to take the pictures down
from corkboard without being asked.  The one who handed them to me even
apologized for something he had no part in.  I thanked him and shook his
hand as I took the pictures from him.
      "Come on bro let's get some food," Arsen said, rubbing my shoulders
and guiding me to the tables.  "Forget that bitch.  We're here to have a
good time."
      "What's the big deal?" CJ asked, throwing his hands up in the air.
"I send Christmas cards out with my cock on it all the time."
      Okay, even I laughed at that.
      Ant grabbed CJ by the neck and pushed him forward.  "You would,
freak!"
      God I loved my crew.
      The rest of the night was pretty uneventful.  We ate some good food,
played darts and pool, and got a chance to catch up.  We talked about
class, our professors, and who was trying to get with whom.  It should come
as no surprise that CJ got more ass that first week than the whole pledge
group combined.  He slept with three girls, got head from two guys, fucked
four guys, and was in a foursome with two other "straight" dudes and a
chick.  He actually did the air quotation gesture, because the girl was
just his way of getting into bed with the two hot guys he had his eyes on.
According to CJ the girl was only around for like thirty minutes before she
had an "emergency" and had to go.  Needless to say CJ used his charms to
turn the guys to the dark side of the force.
      Hearing Ant and Alessandro talk about being able to be together again
only made me miss Q even more.  Don't get me wrong.  I was so happy they
were able to be together.  And seeing how much in love they were gave me
that warm feeling inside, but it also made me a little sad.  I think they
picked up on it because they changed the subject to something completely
random.
      Suddenly I felt someone standing on my right staring down on me.  I
didn't need to look up to know who it was.  I knew having a good time would
drive her insane and it would only be a matter of time before she felt the
need to try and ruin my night...again.
      "So what?" Alex said.  "You're a fag now?"
      "Whoa!" I couldn't even tell you where that came from because pretty
much everyone at our table was taken aback by her comment.
      "Excuse you?" Paul exclaimed.
      "Is that what you're trying to tell me?" She went on completely
ignoring everyone else.  I did her the same courtesy and ignored her back.
"You like cock now?  Is that it?"
      She wasn't exactly whispering.  Every comment got louder and louder
and eventually the bar went silent.  All eyes locked steadily on us.
      Queue CJ.
      "Well in all fairness he doesn't like just any cock," he said under
his breath to Alessandro.  "He likes the cock."
      "CJ shut up," Ant said.
      "What?" He kept talking under his breath as if the whole table
couldn't hear him.  "I'm just saying it makes a big difference.  Not all
cocks are the same in the grand..."
      Ant finally muzzled him by placing his hand over CJ's mouth.
      "Since when do you like taking it up the ass?  Were you fucking other
guys while you were fucking me?  I think I deserve to know that much."
      She didn't let up on the onslaught.  Even if I wanted to answer her I
wouldn't have been able to get a word in edgewise.  Alex wanted to
humiliate me to the point where I would never show my face again.
Unfortunately for her, she failed to realize one thing...
      No way in hell I was going to give her the satisfaction.
      "Yes!" I finally yelled and looked up at Alex.  I was so loud my
voice carried over the music.  She looked confused as to what I was saying
"yes" to so I figured I clarify things for her.  She deserved that much
right?  "I like cock!"  I got up from my seat and stood on my chair.  "You
hear that everyone?  I like cock!  No, not true.  I love cock!  All cocks!
Big ones, medium ones, and even little ones, but not too little because you
need something to work with."  I looked out to the bar and threw my hands
up.  "Am I right?"
      "Amen to that brother," one of the girls sitting at the bar yelled
out.  "Preach it!"
      "Lucky for me, I found me an extra-large cock."
      The bar just exploded in cheers and laughter.
      "And like CJ said it's not just any cock it's the cock!  The cock
every girl up in here, and hell even some of the guys, wish was coming home
to them at night."
      "You ain't lying!"  A voice yelled out and it didn't belong to a
girl.
      "Is that what you wanted to hear?" I looked down from my chair at
Alex.  "Were you hoping to embarrass me or some shit?  Is that it?"  I
gestured to the crowd cheering on my behalf.  "Well take a good look
around, you spiteful bitch, and tell me how you're feeling right about
now."
      She was speechless.
      "Now get the fuck out of my face and go suck a cock!"  I grabbed my
crotch which was pretty much in her face since I was still on the chair.
"But not this cock because it belongs to someone else now."
      Again, the crowd just lost their fucking minds.  The only thing Alex
could do was leave the bar in a hurry.  Even her girlfriends had the good
sense not to follow her out.  I'm glad to say I didn't see much of Alex
after that; she avoided me like the plague.
      I have to admit, I had a "did I really just do that?" moment when I
sat back down.  The cheers I got from my bros at the table definitely
confirmed it.  I got wasted that night again, but only because everyone in
the bar and their grandmother was buying me drinks.
      It was a good night out.

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