Date: Tue, 3 Jan 2006 08:24:45 EST
From: Heavensforlife@aol.com
Subject: They Say- Chapter 13

They say that one knows exactly when it is time to say goodbye. They say
our intuition tells us the precise moment to let things go.

	Denton- I slept for the rest of the way, after my embarrassing
outburst, I had no desire to be social. I listened to the hushed whispers
of the two guys at the back, probably laughing at me, and Glass
uncharacteristically humming to some Top 40 station on the way to the
country.
	I didn't think about anything. I just closed my eyes and
slept. Time stopped and when Glass woke me up what seemed like a minute
later, the sun was setting and the car was parked in front of a large cabin
style mansion.
	I couldn't believe it at first. The place looked gorgeous from
where I was sitting. It was two, maybe three stories, with a balcony and a
veranda that skirted the entire house. It looked like a huge picture of
Southern Homes magazine or something.
	"We're staying in that?" I asked breathlessly.
	"All weekend," Glass said with a smile. "Welcome to how real men
camp Denton."

	Charles- I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. I didn't even
bother socializing with the other guys on the team or the diving coach who
I'd promised to be friendly with after lights-out. Instead, I showered my
problems away with all of the hot water the hotel had to offer and crashed
and before I knew it, I was fast asleep.

	Jesse- Brooklyn was coming over and I was nervous. What was I going
to tell him? What should I tell him? The truth? That was the basic
moralistic answer. But what about what I wanted? What did I want? I wanted
Matt and me to work, that was for sure. Matt made me feel better than
anything I could ever imagine. And the drive wasn't far- he was willing to
make it to see me. The thing is, I loved Matt. Did I love Brooklyn? How
could I even begin to start thinking that maybe I did when I'd known for
him all of two weeks? Did he love me? According to Charles he might be
having stronger feelings for me than he did two weeks ago. And where did
Charles fit into this? Where he and Brooklyn friends? They had to know each
other because Charles knew Brooklyn was upset. But how?
	I looked at my watch at a quarter to eight and still hadn't made a
decision; in fact I still hadn't decided if I really even had to make a
decision. For all I cared, I could keep screwing the both of them and not
give a fuck about anything else.
	When Brooklyn knocked on the door, I ushered him in and offered him
a drink, like always.
	"I guess we have the place to ourselves this weekend," he said
nervously.
	"Yeah. Actually, I'm not sure where Zach is, but Charles will be
gone all weekend," I said coming back into the living room with two
beers. I sat on the couch across from Brooklyn. "We need to talk."
	"Ok," he said, sipping his beer. I looked him ready to say what I
knew I had to but couldn't. Looking at him sitting next to me, sexy with
his hair all shaggy and curly and his five o'clock shadow creeping in, I
couldn't do it.
	"I really like you," I choked finally.
	"I like you a lot too," he said. "That's why I need to tell you
something too."
	"Ok, well you first," I said thankful for the few moments I had to
think. He put his drink down on the table and leaned in and kissed me like
he always did. Then he backed away and looked me straight in the eye like
he had something unbelievably important to tell me.
	"I don't know the best way to say this so I'm just gonna say it,"
he said making me nervous.
	"Ok," I said.
	"But you have promise not to freak out," he said.
	"Umm... I'll try, but that's all I'm saying," I said. He was really
making nervous. He coughed out of nervousness. I couldn't even begin to
imagine what he possibly had to say that had him and I both so worked up.

	Charles- I woke up at around midnight to find my hotel room
quiet. The guy I was rooming with was on the junior varsity team, a step
above the freshmen team I was still swimming for. He was sound asleep when
I got up. I just lay in bed, trying not to think, but I couldn't help it. I
couldn't help thinking that Jesse and Brooklyn were in my apartment having
sex and I was here, thinking about it. I couldn't help thinking that I
would have to listen to both Brooklyn and Jesse tell me how wonderful their
weekend was and pretend like I didn't care, like I hadn't been thinking
about it all night. I was beyond frustrated.
	After about an hour of useless thinking, I looked at my watch that
read 1:30 and decided to walk around the 24-hour lobby in search of either
a drink or a treadmill, both a sufficient escape for the pent up energy and
anger I had inside. If it weren't so late, I would have knocked on Coach
Danny's room. Instead I took the elevator to the lobby and found the front
desk.
	A guy about two or three years younger than me was sitting at the
desk watching late night black and white comedies on one of the smallest TV
screen's in existence. As I passed by slowly, I caught him looking up at me
for a few extra seconds. I walked on a little, intending to find the bar
that was probably closed, but abruptly decided I would give it a shot.
	"Hey," I said nonchalantly doubling back towards the desk.
	"Hey," he said not taking his eyes off me. "It's pretty late. Don't
you have a swim-thing tomorrow?" He was so cute.
	"Yeah, but I couldn't sleep," I said. I took this moment to stretch
out my arms in a fake yawn, showing off some abs. The kid didn't take one
eye off of me.
	"Oh," he replied. "You wanna watch some TV?" It was an offer I
couldn't refuse at that point, so I sat right down in the stool he offered,
and actually watched the black and white I Love Lucy rerun for a few
minutes before I began feeling a little frisky.
	"How old are you kid?" I asked with a sense of flirting in my
voice.
	"18," he said. "My dad owns this hotel. He makes me work the
red-eye shift on the weekends to 'keep me grounded.'" The impression of his
dad was cute. He was cute, in that
barely-legal-trying-to-be-older-than-I-am kind of way. He looked at me. I
smiled at him. Then he made the move. His hand moved up my thigh the way
only expert seducers know how. He leaned in close to my ears and whispered,
"He has no idea what kind of work I do during all these late hours." He
stressed the word work as he drew dangerously close to package. I gasped
for a deep breath when he finally made the kill by kissing my neck and
blowing hot breath in my ear. I wanted the kid right then and there.
	Enjoying the sense of danger, of taboo sex in public, albeit in a
deserted lobby, we made out furiously right there at the desk until I
pulled his head back and asked, "Is there a place we can go?"
	He just smiled and looked at me, stood and before I could say
'Hilton' he was on his knees before me. "Down is the only place I know," he
said with a smile that made him look sexily boyish. Something about the
youth, the charm, the innocence drove me over the edge and I had my pants
down in seconds.

	Jesse- "I want us to move in together," he said without blinking,
looking me straight in the eye. I was floored. He was beaming, waiting for
me to respond. I couldn't.
	"Move in together?" I asked breathless.
	"I know it sounds crazy, I really do. But we're so freaking
busy. If we move in together we'll have time to see each other. Plus you
won't have to live on campus," he was getting prematurely excited.
	"I can't do that," I said.
	"Why not?"
	I was fishing for a reason why not. "I have a housing contract."
	"So shift it. The housing department won't care. They'll find
someone else to take your spot next semester," he was still grinning from
ear to ear. It scared me. "Come on, Jesse. It will be fun."
	He was scooting in on me on the couch, no longer nervous. I dodged
his kiss and stood up, backing away.
	"You're crazy, Brooklyn," I said. "This is crazy."
	Here I was, planning to dump him tonight and instead I was
contemplating moving in with him. What was crazy wasn't the request. It was
the fact that I might actually be considering saying yes.
	"What would Charles say?" I asked.
	He paused, thinking. "He'd be bummed, sure, but he'll get over
it. They'll find him another roommate in no time. Just say you'll do it."
	I looked him. He'd obviously thought about this for a while. He had
his curly hair ruffled and surrounding his head in that sexy, golden blond,
god-like halo. His perfect face was smiling up at me. I didn't know if I
could do it or not. I knew I shouldn't, and that it would probably be a
really bad idea. At the moment, I couldn't imagine moving in with Brooklyn
turning out any way but bad. But on the other hand, it would be exciting.
	Without making up my mind, I sat back on the couch next to him and
kissed him, searching his mouth for the answer I couldn't find in my head.

	Denton- My room was right next to Glass' and after searching the
adjacent bath and walk-in closet I prayed to God that one day I would be
able to live in a house like this. It was sheer amazing.
	We didn't waste any time enjoying the place. As soon as we were
settled and packed, the four of us were enjoying the cool night breeze with
daiquiris in the hot tub.
	"So Denton, do you still hate camping?" Mitchell asked me.
	"This, my friend, is not camping. This is luxury," I replied
followed by a long sip of my drink.
	Glass hadn't told me what Mitchell and Dylan's relationship with
each other were. I didn't know if they were sleeping together like Glass
and me or just Big/Little, so I spent most of the hot tub conversation
trying to figure it out, to no avail. After about an hour of drinking and
realizing these hot guys had no interest whatsoever, and furthermore were
planning to cruise for girls in town tomorrow night, Glass excused himself
to his room immediately followed by myself.
	I went upstairs to my lavishly decorated oversized bedroom for the
weekend. While I was doing a poor job of unpacking my things into the walk
in closet, I heard some yelling coming from the room next door, Glass'
room. I inched towards the wall to see if I could make out what he was
saying, but the words were muffled. I only heard his voice, so I assumed he
was on the phone with someone, probably somebody back at the Tribe
Mansion. I strained my ears to make out what he was yelling, but all I got
was "Make sure he is done for when I get there... I do not care what you
have to do... then fix it." He got quite for a second as if he had lowered
his voice and then he said, sending a chill down my spine from the other
side of the wall "If he is still alive when I get back on Sunday, trust
that I will kill you instead with my bare hands."

	Charles- He had his legs hanging over my shoulder, his back resting
on the desktop, putting his ass at perfect level for me to plow through. I
was clutching his hard pecs with all my might, using his upper body as
leverage to go deeper and deeper. No matter how hard I fucked or how fast I
went, this stud always wanted more, turning me on beyond belief.
	We had been going for half an hour and neither showed signs of
slowing. He wanted me to pound him. I wanted to pound him. Sweat was
dripping down my chest and every once in a while he would reach up slide
his hands across me. Most of the time, however, they were spent clutching
my ass, forcing my hips to go deeper and harder.
	We were both losing our breath, breathing heavily as if we were
running a marathon. Fifteen minutes later and it was time to change
positions again. He grabbed my neck and pulled me down, stopping my
fucking, but attacking my mouth with his tongue. He kissed me so savagely I
thought I would soon taste blood if we didn't cool it. I moved away, pulled
my dick out of his ass and he dropped his legs. This switch didn't take
long because as soon as he was off the counter, he was turned around and I
was fucking him from behind, this time grabbing his shoulders into me for
leverage.
	I bit the back of his neck and me moaned. One hand was pulling his
hips to mine while mine thrust into his. The other massaged his great upper
body, worshipping it for all it was. His youthful hairless skin glistened
with a thin layer of sweat, making my chest glide smoothly against his
back.
	He wanted it deeper. He arched his back against the desk, pistoning
his ass harder against my crotch, forcing me to go harder than I ever had
in my life. I wanted to fill this expert bottom with as much as he could
handle and as soon as I thought I was, he begged me for more.
	After 20 minutes of savage fucking, he stopped again, this time
getting on the desk on all fours, inviting me to climb up as well. My hands
were on the edge for support, right over his, digging in as I held on. His
ass was offered wide to me as I doggy-styled his ass from behind. His pants
were growing louder and his moans were off the Richter. This position gave
us less movement and control, but it gave him more pleasure. I was pumping
in and out, in and out as hard as I could. I could feel myself getting
closer, amazed at how long I had lasted. We'd been going for an hour and a
half. I wanted to see his face when I spilled my cum into his ass, so the
final position changed shortly. I sat down on the stool with my legs spread
wide and taking my cue, he straddled me and rode my cock hard, up and
down. We were facing each other, stealing kisses between pants and moans,
watching each other's face contort to the rhythm of the coming
eruption. Mine went first, spewing deep into his ass, drizzling down after
overflowing him and dripping down my leg. I shot harder than I ever had
before, emptying everything I had spent up for hours into his cute bubble
ass. I wasn't on my third spurt when his erupted, hitting up both in the
face and chest. His first shot hit his chin and my nose. I licked his face,
moving up to his mouth as I felt shot after shot spew up against my chest
and abs before I couldn't feel it shoot anymore. I looked down to realize
that neither one of us had a hand around his dick, it had pumped all that
cum out on its own. We kissed for another couple of minutes before the
awkward after-sex silence ensued as I gathered my clothes and headed
upstairs.
	I stopped at the elevator and turned, greeted by his sheepishly
boyish smile. "Are you working tomorrow night?"
	"You mean tonight stud?" That's when he pointed at the window and I
realized the sun was coming up. We had fucked all night long. I smiled when
he nodded that he was working. I turned, took the elevator to my floor and
found my roommate the exact same way I'd left him.

	Zach- I didn't hear him right. I couldn't have. Did he really say
that he was married? Married to whom? A girl obviously, but that didn't
make any sense. Married- the word rang in my ear?
	"Married?" I stammered after a confused fifteen seconds of silence.
	"I didn't know how you'd react, that's why I never said anything,"
Chris said desperately.
	"Married?" that was the only word that rang in my mind. The guy I'd
been sleeping with, falling in love with, had a wife. What else did he
have?
	"Come on Zach, don't freak out," he said.
	"Don't freak out?" I rose and started pacing. "How the fuck am I
not supposed to be freaking out when I'm sleeping with a married guy? Tell
me, Chris, what am I supposed to be doing right now?"
	"Let me explain."
	"That would be nice," I said still pacing.
	"Would you sit down?"
	"I prefer to stand," I said.
	"I've been married for 6 years." I sat.
	"6 years?"
	"Since I graduated high school. I got my girlfriend pregnant at
prom. Our parents, mostly hers, decided to keep it quite so we had a small
ceremony, she had the baby and we moved here."
	"So you have a little six-year-old child running around, too?" I
stood.
	"Five," he said sheepishly.
	"Oh my god. What the hell is wrong with you?" I sat.
	"Listen," he said. "We aren't your average happy family. Her
parents are wealthy and she spends their money. She always has. I don't
make her happy the way Gucci and Fendi do. She doesn't make me happy the
way you do."
	I was beyond outraged. I stood. "Oh, cut the bullshit Chris. You
have a wife and a kid."
	"Kids."
	"Kids," I continued before realizing what he said and backtracking
asked, "Kids?"
	"Twins," he said sheepishly.
	"Oh my god," I sat. I was speechless.
	"It isn't what you think," he said fishing.
	"What do I think Chris? That you are a bad husband and father?
Yes. That you are a liar and a cheater? Yes. That somehow I should walk
away and never see you again? Yes. All those things come to mind right now
Chris."
	"It isn't like that. We're separated," he continued. "She went back
to New York to raise our daughters with her parent's money while I stayed
here to get my Master's. She would rather walk down Fifth Avenue than be
married to me, so when she found out I was staying here to finish my
degree, she packed up and left."
	"But you are cheating on her," I pointed out.
	"And she's cheating on me."
	"With a credit card. That doesn't count." I couldn't look at him. I
stood and this time headed for the door.
	"Don't leave me Zach. That's why I didn't want to tell you."
	"No, Chris. You didn't want to tell me because you knew what you
were doing was wrong. I don't have time," I stammered. "I have to go. I'm
sorry."
	I walked out the door. He called after me but I kept walking. The
word married rang through my head.

	They say that when all the chips are down and the decision is
clear, it often means its time to say goodbye. They say that goodbye is one
of the hardest things we have to do.

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