Date: Thu, 01 Sep 2005 05:41:59 +0000
From: Tom Hansen <etomhansen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Forever Brooks-Part 11 Gay Male

WARNING: This story contains recollections of sexual experiences from my
life, some explicit in nature. Names and other characteristics have been
changed to prevent the identification of individuals. Do not continue if
reading about sex between males is offensive to you or violates any laws
in
effect where you live. Many of the stories concern events that occurred
prior to the HIV health crisis. Some of the sexual activities described
would not be safe if done today. You should always observe safe sex
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Forever Brooks - Part 11

by Emmanuel Thomas Hansen - (Manny)

From Part 10: "The only time I felt safe, was when Larry held me tightly
and whispered that things would work out for the best. Dear, sweet,
Larry."

I had decided that the best course of action would be to avoid meeting
Brooks alone. He was bound to ask me about pledge night, and sure to
discuss my story with Lloyd. Given enough time, his curiosity would wear
off and my secret would be safe-I hoped!

For the next month or so, before initiation, I avoided Lloyd-like he had
the plague. In spite of this, he went at me with his supercilious
attitude and caustic tongue, and I watched helplessly, as at every
opportunity, he cut me to ribbons. Even Brooks was surprised, but I
didn't tell him what happened on pledge night, and was relieved that
neither had Lloyd. Steve, poor guy, must have really been traumatized.
Besides avoiding Lloyd, he could not even talk to me-of which he did very
little-without averting his eyes.

Classes were going well, and Charlie seemed to be heading for the top.
Despite my involvement with the frat, we remained good friends, and
although I trusted him, I found it difficult to discuss the goings on
within. Brooks was no help as he kept on assuaging my anxieties with:

"It'll be ok. Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Shit! I was worried, because I wanted something to happen-I wanted to get
into the frat.

I had tried out for the varsity tennis team, and although I was a
freshman, made the cut quite easily. I threw all my energies into my
books and tennis practice, as I waited with dread for the day when the
brothers would take a vote on the pledges. I was sure that Lloyd was
going to make life difficult for me, if not fatal. Brooks had not visited
my room again, and in spite of Larry, my daily jerk-off sessions were a
frenzied exercise. The pressure of work and emotional turmoil were taking
their toll on me and it showed. I started looking so ill, that the tennis
coach once remarked that "I should eat better".

Finals were looming, and so was the frat meeting and the all important
vote. I was sure of the finals, but the thought of the meeting made me
disconsolate. I said so to Brooks, who just matter of factly dismissed
the notion, saying that I had ants in my pants!

The final inter-varsity match was an away game. The campus we were going
to was a good six hours drive away. It meant an overnight stay. I was
quite pleased at this diversion, till I heard that it was a multi-team
event with three other school teams coming along. One of the teams was
the swim team. Lloyd was a member of the swim team. I had been chosen as
reserve, after much competition and there was no way that I could drop
out without incurring coach's wrath. I was really in a dilemma as to how
I would handle Lloyd-away and alone.

We gathered early morning at the gym to board the coach. Fortunately the
contingent was large enough that two coaches were required. I was
determined that I would take the other coach to which Lloyd would travel
in. This way I could avoid having to suffer traveling with him. I saw him
in a group with swim team and quickly turned away, and joined my team. I
was lucky that the teams traveled separately, so I didn't have to make
any effort to avoid Lloyd just then.

At the other end, after the long journey, the team coaches were assigning
the rooms to stay in. We were being put up on campus, so it meant that
there would be two to a room at the very least. I saw Lloyd in the crowd
and he caught my eye. He smiled and came towards me. I could not run
anywhere to avoid him, without being obvious.

"Manny, hi! I didn't see you earlier." He said almost pleasantly.

Naturally, you son of a bitch, I was trying to avoid you, I thought, but
I just nodded at him. I really did not want to strike up any
conversation.

He put his arm around my shoulder, and I shuddered at his touch. Within
earshot of everybody he said:

"They're assigning the rooms now; I'm going to see if we can be
together."

It was a reasonable request as far as the others were concerned. We were
the only two from the frat here, and it seemed fair that the
upperclassman would look after the pledge. Little did they know how!
There was no way I could protest, as it would have looked mighty odd.

I just stared at him helplessly, as he grinned at me.

God! Was he good looking!

He sauntered off, and within a few minutes returned with two sets of
keys.

"Got it!"

Got what? I thought. This was going to be one hell of a trip. He handed
me a set of keys and said:

"C'mon!"

He obviously knew where to go. He probably had been here before with the
team. I grabbed my tote and followed him. As I did, my eyes strayed to
his tight buns. I knew what they were and the thought aroused me. I put
the thought away and followed him into one of the dorms. We were on the
second floor. He unlocked the door, which led into a small two-bed room.
Comfortable enough for one night. He threw his gear on one bed and I on
the other.

"Close the door, Manny."

Since when had he become so polite? I just wanted to get away. I grabbed
my kit and told him I had to go.

"Where?"

"To practice."

"Aren't you going to eat? The rest are."

Fuck! I hadn't thought of that, being preoccupied with avoiding Lloyd.

"Why are you so jumpy, Manny?"

As though the bastard didn't know. I dreaded to think of what could
happen that night. I could not possibly fuck with him. I really could
not. It would be a lie to say I didn't want to, but the circumstances
were such that I could not. There was no way I was going to jeopardize my
chances with Brooks. God or no God!

"No, I'm ok."

"Good Let's eat."

During lunch, the son of a bitch prattled on. I was amazed at the way he
had mood swings. This guy was the ultimate chameleon. I had to beware. I
had decided by now that after practice I would sit with the guys from the
team as long as possible. We had our matches the next morning, and since
I would not be playing along with another guys, could manage a late
night. Lloyd on the other hand would be participating, so if I delayed my
return, he would hopefully be asleep by the time I got back.

It was around midnight when I went back to the room. There was no light
visible under the crack of the door, and I heaved a sigh of relief. I
would not have to face him. I unlocked the door and entered. He was
standing at the window in the darkened room looking out. I did not see
him at first. As I switched on my bed light, I was aware of his presence
near the window. I was shocked.

"Where have you been?"

"Just around..."

"I was waiting for you."

What do I do now?

He came forward and touched my cheek with his right hand. I moved back
instinctively.

"No!"

"What?"

"I said no!"

"What's the matter?"

I could see the confusion in his eyes. Those emerald eyes which could
easily hypnotize me. I averted my eyes to ward off the effect.

"Look Lloyd, just let it be. I want to sleep."

I was frightened for myself. I wanted to fuck with him. The raw animal
instinct surfaced, and I was thrown into total confusion. Here I was,
confronted by the enemy, and all I wanted to do was suck his cock.

"Look Manny," he came forward and grabbed me by the shoulders. I
struggled free and in the process fell on the bed. He was all over me
trying to kiss me. After struggling for a time, I managed to push him
away. The sheer effort of overpowering my instincts had now exhausted me
and I started crying.

"Please Lloyd...please" I begged.

"Why are you behaving like some fucking virgin?"

I continued to cry and avoided looking at him. He stood up near me. I
could sense he was wondering what to do now.

"You sure?"

"Yes!" I blubbered. How I hated the son of a bitch. Oh God, I really
hated the swine,...but I still wanted the bastard's body!

I was lying on my bed fully clothed. He went back to his and lay down.
After sometime, my sobs subsided and I switched the light off. I was not
going to change in front of him. Never would I take my clothes off for
him. I had managed, in my own way to stand up to him finally.

"Manny, have it your way. But remember this fuckface, blue balls turn to
blackballs!"

I didn't care about his threat and longer! I had decided that I was not
going to fuck my way into the frat!

To be continued...

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