Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2005 16:52:54 EST
From: Heavensforlife@aol.com
Subject: They Say- Chapter 11

	**Standard Disclaimer... contains depictions of gay sex. Continue
at your own discretion. **

	They say that choices are the cords that bind our lives
together. That decisions, both big and small, are the hardest things men
have to make.

	Charles- The knock on the door came and I knew it was Brooklyn. I
knew it had to be him, so I nervously turned the TV off, did a once over in
the mirror and went to open the door.
	"Hey, I was just about to..." he cut off after recognizing me from
the pool.
	"You're the..." I started to say, trying to sound surprised.
	"The guy at the pool," he finished, really sounding surprised. I
motioned him in and shut the door behind us. "Oh my God, this is kind of
weird."
	"I'll say. Have a seat..." I said, trailing, acting like I didn't
know his name.
	"Brooklyn," he answered.
	"Cool name. Have a seat Brooklyn." So far so good, I thought as I
walked to the kitchen to grab us some drinks. I opened the refrigerator and
asked, "What's your poison Brooklyn?"
	"Beer," he called from the couch.
	I returned with two beers and sat down next to him on the couch.
	"So," he said a little uncomfortably, "This is a sufficient shocker
for me."
	"Yeah, me too," I said. "I had no idea you were dating my
roommate."
	"Ah, so he told you," he said.
	"God, yes. He talks about his sexy TA boyfriend all the time."
	"Boyfriend?" he asked shifting in his seat.
	"Yeah. I mean, just this morning he was saying how the two of you
spent the night together. I think its sweet."
	"Cool," he said, obviously trying to avoid the subject. "Speaking
of which, were is Jesse?"
	"He went out for an emergency something or other."
	"Oh," he said, sounding disappointed. "I should probably leave
then."
	"Wait," I said quickly, "He shouldn't be gone long. I'm not sure
where he is, but I don't think he would want to stand you up or anything."
	"Cool. I'll just stick around for a few minutes if you don't mind."
	"My pleasure," I said, looking him up and down slowly.
	"So, how weird is this. Small world, huh?"
	"Sure is. I messed around with my roommate's boyfriend on my first
day here. Small world," I said, stressing the irony and the word boyfriend.
	"Are you sure he said I was his boyfriend?"
	"Yeah," I said nonchalantly. "He said that he had to go take care
of an emergency and that if his boyfriend showed up to tell you he wouldn't
be gone long."

	Zach- "So what about that drive to a hotel tonight?" Chris asked
putting his shirt back on.
	"Sure," I whispered.
	"You don't have to whisper," he said tying his shoes.
	"We are in a library," I said.
	"Well you just loudly broke one rule," he said, "Twice." I couldn't
help but smile. We had just 69ed on the library floor, sucking up each
other's cum twice before snowballing and sharing each other's seed in a
spent heap of post sex making out.
	"So I'll pick you up tonight after my shift at 10," he said,
kissing me quickly goodbye.
	"I can't wait," I said as he inched away. I meant it.

	Jesse- I had forgotten how fun Matt could be. I showed him to a
local campus hotspot, a 50's style burger bar and we had fun picking tunes
to blast over the jukebox and laughing about old times. Like usual, Matty
bought me a couple of beers, loosening me up. We reminisced about the old
times, when we saw each other every day. I remembered why I loved him so
much.
	After dinner, we sat there in a booth talking and laughing and
flirting like we had before I moved to the campus. Matt was just as touchy
and affectionate as he had always been, but instead of looking around every
few minutes like he had done when we out closer to home in the city, he was
all attention on me tonight.
	For hours, we talked and Matt lost me in his world like he used to
do. He captured every facet of my senses with his voice, his gaze, his
touch, and his humor. I was completely focused on Matt that I forgot I was
supposed to be watching the time, as my date with Matt overshadowed my
appointment with Brooklyn.

	Charles- I had to think of something quickly. I wasn't prepared to
have to convince Brooklyn to mess around with me. In my plan, we simply
fell into a rhythm of sex when he recognized me. Damn, I thought, I watch
too much porn. Then I had an idea.
	"Look," I said, breaking the awkward silence, "I'm sure Jesse has a
really good excuse for not being here tonight."
	"Yeah," he said, defeated sounding.
	"I hate you're entire night to be a waste and its still early. Why
don't you and I watch a movie or something?" I asked, nonchalantly.
	"I don't know if that's a good idea," he said apprehensively. "I
mean, with our whole history and all." Tough cracker, I thought, but I
pushed it further.
	"Come on dude. Do you honestly think that just because we had one
lousy hour of incredibly hot sex, I would come on to you even though you're
seeing my roommate?" I asked coolly.
	He didn't say anything. He took another drink of his second beer
and I took his lack of movement or speech as a yes. I went to my room and
came back with a film that never failed.
	"Besides," I said acting like I had no agenda and turning out the
light. "There is nothing wrong with two grown men watching some of good old
fashioned porn together."
	Again he didn't speak, just continued looking sexily good and
staring straight ahead. When the tape started playing and the lights were
off I sat as far as possible from Brooklyn, to give him his space, and
checked my watch. It was 8:20, meaning Jesse wouldn't be back for at least
40 minutes since he had asked me to detain Brooklyn for only and hour until
9:00. I smiled, realizing I still had plenty of time. I focused on the
movie playing over our built in flat screen. A Fed-Ex guy knocked on a
guy's door to make a delivery before the owner of the home invited him. The
delivery guy looked nervous as the homeowner, wearing some extremely tight
running shorts, disappeared and returned with the payment for the Fed-Ex
guy. Fed-Ex guy handed over the package when the half-naked guy said
something about the delivery guy's nice package, making the Fed-Ex guy even
more nervous.
	I know the whole movie was cliché, but it worked like a charm every
single time. I looked to see Brooklyn swallow hard and put his hand over
his crotch to cover his growing bulge. Somehow, the homeowner convinced the
Fed-Ex guy to stick around for a while, making it blatantly obvious he
wanted to mess around. Again I looked at Brooklyn, but this time he was
moving his hand ever so slightly over his crotch. I smiled and turned back
to the film. By now, the two men were making out on the guy's couch and the
owner guy had asked, in that raunchy porn voice, if he could see the
delivery guy's package. The delivery guy stood up and took all of his
clothes off slowly in a strip tease, complete with cheap music effects,
before sitting down and going back to kissing the other guy.
	At this time, Brooklyn was biting his bottom lip, immersed
completely in the movie, like he'd never watched gay porn before. He was
massaging his cock through his pants, and trying not to stare too long, I
thought I noticed a growing wet spot. I turned to see the camera zooming in
the guy sucking off the incredible Fed-Ex guy's package and I decided the
time was right. I inched close to Brooklyn and whispered in his ear, "Its
ok to whip it out. We're all grown men here." He looked at me and didn't
say anything. I just smiled at him and moved my hand over his on top of his
cock, guiding his to his zipper.
	He didn't resist as I pushed his zipper down and moved my body so I
was kneeling before him like the guys on the screen. I fished his cock out
of his pants and massaged it for a few seconds, looking at him for approval
to continue. He looked at me, gulped hard and nodded ever so slightly
before tilting his head back in enjoyment of my touch. I bent my head down
and, opening as wide as I could, took his cock into my mouth and swallowed
it down to the hilt.

	Denton- The drive back was even more relieving than the first,
clearing my mind to a state of peace I hadn't experienced in days. When I
was finally back at the campus and parked in the mansion garage, the sky
was dark. I went straight to Glass' room and was greeted by him reading on
his bed naked.
	"Hey, stranger," he said, not looking up from his book.
	"Hey," I said walking to him and throwing his car keys on the bed.
	"Keep em," he said, "Consider it a peace offering." Shocked, I took
my jacket off and sat on the bed next to him. He still hadn't looked up at
me, so he didn't see it coming when I swung my feet around so we were both
in the same upright sitting position on the bed and I craned my neck to go
to town on his bare chest.
	I moved down, pushing his book aside, licking my way down his
treasure trail to the treasure that I was looking for. His cock was as
juicy as ever when I finally made it down there. Glass didn't say a word as
I devoured it and sucked it hard. He didn't move an inch or breath any
harder. I sucked his cock like I had never sucked before, spurred on by my
new attitude toward the Tribe. Unexpectedly, after a few minutes of sucking
his dick with no reaction and right before I was about to give up, Glass
hard cock erupted in my mouth, filling it with his hot man juice. I sat up,
next to him and he still didn't look up at me, instead indifferently asking
what that was for.
	"Consider it a peace offering," I said, standing up and walking out
of the bedroom, feeling his eyes watching me as I confidently swaggered
out.

	Charles- Brooklyn had his hands behind my head, slamming my head
down on his cock harder and harder. It tasted better than I remembered and
the intensity of his touch was still there. I rotated between his balls to
his cock, licking and sucking it. I gave him the best blow job I knew how,
and from the sound of his enthusiasm, I assumed I was doing a good
job. Before long, he was thrusting his hips up off the couch, meeting my
mouth with every thrust. My throat felt his cock head hit the very far
reaches every time, opening up to accommodate this endowed stud. I felt his
body tense, and with one last thrust, he emptied what he had been saving
for Jesse down my throat. I was swallowing his entire load when I decided
to snowball him, saving a little on the cleft of my tongue and moving up to
kiss him. He moaned, as he tasted his own seed in my mouth, searching my
entire mouth for traces of more. I climbed back on the couch and lay down
on my back, still kissing his incredibly hot mouth, as he lay down on top
of me kissing me with the same passion he had that first day in the sauna.

	Zach- "Don't peak, Zach," Chris said holding his hand over my
eyes. He was pressed up behind me with his entire body and had one arm
rapping me tightly while the other shielded my view. He directed me into an
elevator and down a hallway. I heard him slide a pass-key through the door
and open it. I had no idea what this place was or what it looked like
because he had had me blindfolded on the entire ride here and on the way
up, had his hand tightly covering my eyes. "I don't want them to think I
kidnapped you," he had said, taking my blindfold off earlier. "But I don't
want you to see what I have planned."
	I assumed we were in some kind of hotel room because as soon as the
door closed behind me, I got a whiff of the scent of flowers. I heard a
soft water-flowing sound somewhere in the room.
	"Are you sure you can't see?"
	"If you ask me that one more time," I replied, getting a little
annoyed.
	"Ok, ok," he said. "I get the point. Are you ready?" I could here
the excitement in his voice. He took his hand of my eyes and I immediately
saw the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. In the middle of the room was
a giant hot tub filled with scented water and rose petals. The jets weren't
turned on, but I could see the steam rising from the water. All around the
tub were long stemmed red roses and pink and white rose petals scattered
all over the place. On the floor in the corner was a short bed. It was big
enough for one person comfortable and two if someone was on top of the
other. The entire room had an ancient Greece feeling to it, with giant
pillars coming down from the wall and a stone walkway leading to the
bath. I was speechless as Chris stood there beaming at me.
	"Do you like it?" he asked. Another one of his stupid questions, I
thought.
	"Oh my God," I finally responded. "Oh my God."
	"I'm glad you do," he said walking over the bath and ushering me
up. I followed suit, and climbed the two steps that lead to the tub.
	Chris kissed me, giving me that safe ecstatic feeling only he knew
how to give.

	Jesse- Matt had done what he knew how to do best. He made me fall
in love with him all over again. And when he was standing outside my door
kissing me goodnight, I didn't even care that I had blown it with
Brooklyn. I could come up with something, but I didn't really feel the need
to; I figured he'd be long gone by now and I'd have to call him later.
	"I had an amazing time," he whispered between a kiss.
	"Me too," I whispered back. "I love you."
	"I love you too," he said, kissed me one more time and left down
the dorm hallway.
	It was relatively early, about 11:00, so I half expected to see
Charles gone since I assumed Brooklyn had given up and left too. I just
wanted to go to my room and crash, not worrying or thinking about anything
until I woke up for class tomorrow. I walked in and was startled by what I
saw going on the couch.
	Both Charles and Brooklyn turned to look at me with wide grins and
big eyes.
	"Hey, babe," Brooklyn said, acting suspiciously happy. "How was
your night?"

	Charles- We had finished doing what we do best, both agreeing it
wouldn't be good if Jesse were to walk in on us, so we went back to
watching TV and talking about random stuff when the conversation went to
first timers. Brooklyn had asked me when I'd lost my virginity and I had
told him it was in high school. He told me he had lost his to his first
roommate at college. He told me to tell him the story of how I lost mine,
so waiting for Jesse to come home, that's exactly what I did.

	"In high school, I played all kinds of sports. I was captain of the
basketball and football teams. I played tennis and lacrosse and ran track,
but my passion was swimming. I had this one friend who was just as involved
as I was and so if we weren't practicing, we were always hanging out.
	Most of the time, we'd be too tired to date on the weekends cuz we
had so much going on. I mean, we would go from a swim meet on Thursday and
Friday to a football game Friday night to a Team tennis tournament all day
Saturday and a lacrosse scrimmage on Sunday afternoon. That didn't leave us
very much 'fun time' if you know what I'm talking about.
	So one day, we were sitting together on the bus and we were on our
way home from a regional swim meet where we had both medalled in our
events. Everyone on the bus was incredibly hyper and crazy, but Adam and me
were just hanging out, not doing or saying much cuz we were really tired.
	'Any plans tonight man?' I asked him while the rest of the bus was
standing up and singing some popular song I couldn't remember the words to.
	'Nope dude. I'm just gonna crash and catch up on some sleep.'
	'Sounds like a plan,' I said. I didn't really want to go home and
sleep and be bored, but I really didn't want to go out and be social, so I
was caught somewhere in the middle. I didn't have anyone to call and invite
over because I knew all the girls I knew already had dates and would much
rather go out than sit in. 'Hey, why don't you spend the night tonight like
when we were little. You know, we can play video games and eat pizza and
stuff, like old times.'
	'Cool, dude. I'll tell my mom I'm going home with you then," he
said enthusiastically.
	We got to my house and my mom didn't care that Adam was staying
over. We had done this sort of thing almost every night in junior high, one
would stay at the others and vice versa. He even had his own towel and
toothbrush at my house.
	So pretty much exhausted, we went up to my room and started playing
video games. We got into it for a while, genuinely trying to beat each
other and take the prize, but after a couple of hours, boredom started
kicking in again. It wasn't even late, I noticed looking at the clock.
	'So how are things going with Madison?" he asked me about my
would-be girlfriend.
	'She keeps getting mad at me for not asking her out, but
whatever. I'll do it after basketball season.'
	'Makes sense. Have you scored yet?'
	'No,' I said, almost sheepishly. Adam looked at me.
	'I haven't with Sasha either,' he said looking at me kind of
sheepishly too. There was an awkward silence were neither Adam or I looked
at each other.
	'Dude,' I said, trying not to sound to gay or anything. 'I don't
want this to sound gay or anything, but have you thought about, I dunno,
maybe you and I doing it, just so we have practice and stuff when we
finally get lucky.' I have to admit, it is something I had thought about a
lot. Adam was a sexy guy for a guy and if I had to practice with someone
before I went out to the real game, I would definitely want it to be
him. Plus I knew for a fact he had no experience, just like me, so I
wouldn't feel behind. Not to mention we were best friends.
	"Yeah," I said quietly, "I guess we could."
	I half expected him to make a move right then and there, but he
just looked at me briefly and went back to playing the video game. We
didn't talk for another half-hour or so, until my mom came in to say
goodnight and head to her room down the hall.
	"So, what do you think we should do?" I asked, realizing he made
the first move, so I should probably make the second one.
	"I don't know. I guess we could kiss first, and see how that feels,
you know." Again, we just looked, but didn't touch. Finally, I put my
controller down and leaned in halfway, met by Adams soft lips. It was kind
of boring just sitting there, not even frenching, but kissing. I opened my
mouth slightly to see if he would let my tongue in, and when he did, I was
filled with a whole knew feeling. I'd made out with Madison before and
kissed a bunch of girls playing truth or dare, but they always seemed like
it was my job to do all the work. Here, both Adam and I were tongue
battling to see who could be more forceful; we were both in the driver's
seat. When we finally came up for air, I looked into Adam's eyes to see if
he had enjoyed that as much as I did. He started laughing.
	"What's so funny?" I asked embarrassed.
	"Look at your shorts, man." I looked down to notice I had a large
tent developing in my loose athletic shorts. For a second I blushed, bright
red before Adam started laughing again and said with a giggle, "Don't worry
about it. Look at mine."
	I had never seen another guy's hard boner before. I mean, I had
seen a lot of dicks in the locker room and stuff, but never a hard one. So
I did what any curious post-pubescent would do. I touched it. I massaged it
through the soft silk of his shorts, moving my hand up and down at the
speed he was doing mine. We went back to kissing vigorously as we massaged
each other's cocks. I could feel myself getting closer and closer, and
before long, we were lying on top of each other grinding our cocks
together, trying to make each other cum as hard as possible.
	Grinding into me, I felt Adam's cock tense up just as mine was
reaching the edge. Without even thinking and filled with the most pleasure
I had ever experienced, Adam and I came right next to each other, fusing
our cum together with every grind of our cocks.
	We stopped pistoning each other and kissing like there was no
tomorrow and sat back to revel in what had just happened.
	"Dude," I said, breaking the silence. "That was incredible."
	"I know," he said, still gasping for air. After another second of
silence, he turned to me and said "I'm sure there is plenty more where that
came from," before moving his face close to mine and starting a second
round."

	I ended my story, noticing that Brooklyn was once again pretty
hard. I was about to suggest we take care of his boner really quickly when
a key jingled in the lock, indicating that Jesse was finally home.

	Jesse- "Brooklyn I am so sorry I didn't make it tonight. I owe you
big time," Jesse said apologetically as he came in.
	"Don't sweat it Jesse," Brooklyn answered. "You're roommate was
just entertaining me this evening."
	"Cool. Well I'm glad ya'll got along ok. Are you sure you aren't
upset?" I asked. I really did feel bad about the whole thing and I was
wondering what Charles had done to keep Brooklyn from getting mad. Oh well,
whatever it was it worked, so I couldn't complain.
	Brooklyn stood up and headed for the door. "I should be going, so
I'll call you tomorrow or see you in you class or something."
	I stood up and followed him to the door. "Yeah. Awesome. I'll see
you later." I leaned in to kiss him and he drew back quickly, kind of
nervously, before exiting in haste. I turned to see Charles lounging out on
the couch.
	"How was your date?" he asked after the door was closed behind me.
	"Great," I said sitting down right next to him on the couch.
	"What happened to coming home to pick up Brooklyn?" he asked,
sounding calm and hardly annoyed.
	"Change of plan. Sorry if I ruined your evening," I apologized
sincerely.
	He got up to get a snack from the kitchen. "Don't worry about it,"
he called to me. "Brooklyn and I had an awesome time."
	"I'm glad," I said. I wondered what they had talked to have such an
awesome time, but didn't let the thought develop in my mind before I
quickly dismissed it. I walked into the kitchen to get a drink of the wine
Charles was pouring himself.
	"So have you come to a decision?" he asked me nonchalantly sipping
his wine.
	"No," I answered. "In fact, if anything, seeing Matty has made it
all the harder to choose." Charles looked at me disapprovingly. Then he
surprised me with this vulnerable reply, "Be careful Jesse. A lot of guys
would give to be in your position."
 	He barely even gave me time to digest the statement and the look of
void sadness in his eyes before he turned around and went into the
room. After taking a drink to cap my evening, putting the wine back and
heading to the room, I found Charles sound asleep on his bed, as if he had
had an unbelievably tiring night.

	Choices and decisions, they say, are the hardest things that men
are forced to make. There comes a point, however, when we all must make a
decision that will either make, or break a relationship. The truth is,
everything comes down to the decisions we make.