Date: Wed, 08 Mar 2006 18:26:57 -0500
From: X X <thewriter_x@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Brotherhood #8 {X} {MM College} [8!?]

The following story contains sexually explicit acts between
men.  If such things bothers you, annoys you, disturbs you,
frightens 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.


***Note to Reader***

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                       The Brotherhood
                        Chapter VIII



     I did what anyone in my situation would do - I
pretended to be asleep completely unaware of what was going
on.  Still, I waited for it.  I waited for him to start
yelling for me to get the fuck off of him.  I waited for the
shove that would launch me off the bed. I waited for the
barrage of explanations he would be demanding.

     Oddly enough, none of that happened.

     A few minutes passed before Q made a move and those
minutes felt like a lifetime.  Carefully, like a lover not
wanting to disturb his beloved, Q untangled himself from me
and slipped out of bed without incident.  Even though my
eyes were closed, I could feel him staring at me.  I tried
not to imagine the thoughts running thru his mind at that
moment.  Besides, I don't think they could stun me more than
his actions.  With a gentle hand, he pulled the sheets up to
my chest.  I realize that doesn't sound like a big deal, but
for whatever reason, it caught me by surprise.  I don't
know, I guess it was type of gesture I'd expect from someone
like Alex or a close friend.

     I felt Q step off the platform of the bed and I used
the opportunity to crack one eye just enough to spy on him.
He took three steps then stopped.  I shut my eye slightly,
fearful that he had sensed I was watching him.  I expected
him to turn around, but instead he buried his toes deep into
the white shag rug, threw his arms out to the side and
stretched.  Slowly, his arms moved upward until his
outstretch fingers were above his head and his body balanced
on the very tips of his toes.  He bent and twisted, popping
joints and lengthening muscles in a way that looked
practiced and routine.   My eyes were now wide open in full
appreciation of the form before me.  It was perfect - from
his defined muscles to the tattoo on his lower back - simply
perfect.  And as much as I hate to admit it, my eyes
lingered longer than normal on his ass in those tight, black
2xist trunks. I was jealous and oddly attracted at the same
time. There I said it!

     Without dressing fully, Q stepped out onto the balcony,
leaving the doors wide open and the room alive with
sunlight.  Now it was my turn to stretch my limbs, wipe the
sleep from my eyes, adjust my cock and all the other shit
guys do in the morning.  I didn't brave going to the
bathroom.  Instead, I laid there watching the balcony doors,
waiting for Q's return and my chance to pretend I'd just
woken up. Maybe it was pressure on my bladder or the
anticipation of the day ahead, but time seemed to stand
still.  My eyes strayed about the room, but repeatedly found
themselves scanning the balcony entrance.  A shadow, a wisp
of the curtain, a simple cough.anything that would indicate
Q was out there.  I got nothing. Eventually my mind
wandered.

     I thought about my decision to join The Brotherhood,
the trials of the last few days, the potion I'd ingested and
Arsen.  But mostly, I wondered why Q didn't scold me for
`snuggling' him when he woke up.  Don't get me wrong, I was
relieved he was so gracious about it.  Since joining The
Brotherhood my life had been one awkward moment after the
next - I did not need another one.

            One loud `bang!' ripped me from my thoughts and
bolted me upright in the bed.  Then, without warning the
wall of windows behind my head shook, scaring the living
shit out of me!  The rattling was fierce, pounding the glass
back and forth as if hurricane winds or the heavens
themselves were trying to break threw.  I was on my knees,
cowering behind the footboard of the bed before the thought
to move even crossed my mind.

     My heart thundered inside my chest, the sound rivaling
the glass wall now threatening to crash over my head.  "Holy
fucking wind," was all I could think to say.  Then, as
quickly as it started, the window fell silent again.  I
stood slowly and waited -  fully expecting Q to come rushing
back inside.  He never did.  The thought of Q being blown
off the balcony crossed my mind and I couldn't help but
laugh.  Not because I wished him harm, it was just a funny
thought.

     Eventually, I got up the courage to venture out onto
the balcony to investigate.   Common sense told me I might
get in trouble; the need to check if Q was okay told me to
go anyway.  I squinted under the blazing morning light,
giving my eyes a moment to adjust. The balcony was empty. Q
was nowhere in site.  For a moment, I panicked.  Shit, maybe
he really had fallen over the side.  Then I realized the
balcony wrapped around the side of the building.  I followed
the stone railing, looking over the side.just in case.

     I turned the corner and collided with Q.  Literally.
The force of impact was so great it damn near knocked me off
my feet.  The balcony only wrapped a few feet around the
side of the house.  Not nearly enough length to break into a
run, yet Q hit me with the energy of someone moving at full
speed.  And.I know this sounds weird. but it was as if he
were slightly above me when we hit.   Luckily, his reflexes
were just as quick, and he easily steadied me before I fell
backward.  It was a strange moment.  My arms wrapped around
him instinctively, my body was pressed into his, and our
faces hovered just hairs away from each other.   I could
feel his warm breath against my cheeks, and for a second, as
I stared into his bright, violet eyes, I felt safe.

     "What are you doing out here?" he questioned, his eyes
searching my face for answers.  He pulled away, but his
hands lingering around my waist a little longer than normal.
I was probably reading too much into it, but it felt as if
he really didn't want to let go.

     "I.I.you didn't come back inside," I stammered. "With
the wind and everything, I got worried.thought something
happened."  Only now that I'm writing those words do I
realize how stupid I sounded.  Damn.

     "I'm fine thanks," Q said, trying very hard to conceal
a smile.  "We should get inside.  Actually, it's time for
you to get dressed, join up with the rest of the pledges,
and get something to eat.  We have a long day ahead of us."
He walked away and like a devoted puppy, I followed just a
few steps behind him.

     Just as I was about to enter Q's bedroom, I noticed the
weather around me. The sky was clear, the sun was bright and
most importantly, the air was completely still.  Not even
the smallest hint of breeze brushed across my skin.  As I
passed thru the doorway, I ran my hand across the large pane
of glass flanking the entry.  It was solid.  I patted it,
sure it would move at the slightest touch.  It didn't.

     "Problem?"  Q asked, glancing back at me.

     I removed my hand and quickly stepped inside.  "Uh.no."

     Without saying a word, he simply walked into the
bathroom and closed the door.  I hesitated for a second,
wondering if I was supposed to wait for further instructions
or leave.  I choose the latter.

     I met Anthony on the stairs.

     "Hey, what's up bud?" he said smiling.  "How was your
night?"

     "Sup Ant," I shrugged.  "It was.uh, interesting."

     "I bet," he laughed and playfully bumped into me.  "Who
did you get?"

     "Q."

     "Whoa!  Interesting?  I'd say more like scary!"

     "No way," I countered, laughing.  "Don't get me wrong.
For a hot second there, I  freaked out when I realized Q was
my Big.  But honestly, it wasn't as bad as I thought it
would be.  It could've been a lot worse."  I leaned in close
and whispered,  "At least I didn't end up with Steel."

     Ant laughed.

     "So, who's your Big?"

     "Eric."

     "Wow.  Looks like we both ended up with guys from the
Inner Circle."

     "Yeah."  Ant paused for a moment like he wanted to add
something more, but apparently decided against it. "Um.hey,
are you heading back to your room to get dressed?"

     "That I am," I smiled, wondering if that's what he
really had to tell me or something he just came up with as
his cover.  "I guess we all suppose to meet up to eat."

     "Yeah, in the dining room downstairs." He slapped my
back as we walked by my room.  "See ya in a few."

     "Aight."  I threw a punch at him, but he stepped out of
the way and I missed.  He walked into his room laughing and
I walked into mine bragging about how I'll get him next
time.

     "Were you talking to me?" Arsen said as he slipped his
shirt on over his head.  I immediately noticed he'd laid my
clothes out on the bed for me.

     "Oh.no.  I was talking to Ant."

     He nodded.  "What are you getting him back for?"

     "Oh, nothing.  Just talking trash. Hey, thanks for
taking out my clothes for me."

     "Sure," he shrugged.  "So, who'd you get?"

     I laughed and shook my head. This was going to be
everyone's opening line today.  "Q."

     "Damn.  Go you!"

     "What?"  I was confused.  "What do you mean?"

     "Oh come off it.  You know as well as I do that having
the head of the house as your Big is going to have it's
advantages as a pledge and when we become full Brothers."

     I liked how confident he was about our future as
Brothers - I couldn't help but smile. "True, but."

     "No buts," he interjected, laughing and waving
dismissively.  "There's nothing you can say to make me
believe there some kind of downfall to being Q's Little.  So
don't even go there."

     I was laughing so hard I was having a hard time putting
my pants on.  I damn near fell off the bed. "Hear me out.
Being."

     "Blah, blah, blah!"

     I punched his leg playfully but just hard enough to
make him feel it.  "No, really. hear me out."

     "Fine," he agreed, although he looked skeptical.  "Let
me here you lame ass reasoning."

     "Thank you!  Like I was saying, being Q's Little also."

     "Blah, blah, blah!"

     "That's it fucker!"  I jumped on his ass, pulled him
down to the bed and started to wrestle.  Since the bed
wasn't big enough to fit a small child, we fell to the floor
with a loud thud.  It didn't even slow us down.  Our little
match continued on the small area rug that now served as our
wrestling rink.  I thought I was doing a pretty good job.  I
even had him at one point, but then he grabbed my ankle,
flipped me over and landing in a `thud' on my chest.  I was
pinned.

      I was no weakling, but damn, Arsen was a lot stronger
than he looked.

     My cocky ass was not about to give up and eventually I
got out from under him.  We must have been loud and banging
shit around because Ant, CJ, and Nick came running in.

     "What the fuck are you guys doing?"  Those fools jumped
in and separated us.  Ant was holding me back like I really
wanted to hurt to Arsen.  They thought we were serious.
"Are you guys fucking crazy?  Fight?  Are you nuts?"

     "Dude calm down!"  CJ got in-between us with his hands
out as if stopping traffic.  "You guys can't be doing this
right now!  Seriously!  Stop!"

     Arsen and I looked at each other for a moment and then
fell on our asses laughing.  Holy shit!  I never laughed so
hard.  And those three knuckleheads were standing around
looking at each other like `what the fuck is going on?'

     I have no clue how long we were rolling on the floor
before Ant finally spoke up.  "Um, you guys mind letting us
in on the freaking joke?"

     "You guys!" I sputtered while clutching my sides in
pain.  It may not sound as funny now when you read it.  But
trust me when I say it was probably the funniest thing that
had happened until then.  The look on their faces was
absolutely priceless.  You had to be there.  "You guys are
fucking tripping.  You really think we were fighting?  Grow
up."

     "Wait," CJ spoke up, narrowing his eyes, "you weren't
really fighting?"

     Arsen walked up behind CJ and slapped the back of his
head.  "Course not, clown!  We were just fucking around."

     I got dressed and walked out of our room with Arsen,
leaving the guys behind still a bit confused I think.
Within minutes, the entire pledge class was lined up in the
hallway waiting for a Brother to come to get us.  No one
came and we weren't really sure if we were supposed to wait
for someone or just head downstairs to the dinning room.  It
was funny because we stood around looking at each other,
wondering who would take the lead and make an `unauthorized'
move.  Maybe is was bravery or maybe just boredom, but
eventually Arsen and I looked at each other like `fuck it'
and just headed downstairs with everyone trailing behind us.

     The dining room table was out of control.  Upon it lay
a feast meant for kings.  Each place setting had a plate of
food already served up.   And every plate was different than
the next; it was simply a matter of finding the food that
fulfilled your craving.  Oddly enough, there was no fighting
over plates of food.  Everyone was able to find the perfect
meal, as if it were meant only for them.  And in the end,
each of us ended up seated next to our roommate.  I'm not
sure if this was done on a subconscious level, but I thought
it weird when I first noticed it.  It was like they knew
what we wanted and laid it out for us.

     Without ceremony or even a `lets dig in' the sounds of
silverware clanging against fine china filled the room and
silenced our voices.  I was so fucking hungry that I wasn't
concerned with making idle chatter.  After a little while I
did start to wonder who everyone else got for a Big, but the
need to fill my stomach came before asking questions.  Of
course, food can only silence fourteen guys for so long,
eventually the tales from the previous night found their way
between the bites of food.

      And the first guy to speak up didn't surprise me in
the least.

     "So who else drank poison last night?"

     Everyone stopped and looked at CJ for a moment.

     "What?  Why are ya`ll looking at me like I'm crazy?"

     "For fucks sake CJ, no one drank poison last night,"
Mike insisted, waving dismissively at CJ like he was dealing
with a child.  "You can be so.ugh."

     "Dude, you didn't drink from the cup thingy with your
Big?"

     Mike rolled his eyes at CJ before answering.  "Of
course I did.  I bet everyone did, but I can guarantee you
weren't drinking poison, neutralized or otherwise."

     "Dude, you don't know that."

     "Fuck I don't!"  Mike tapped his finger against the
table after every word to emphasize his point.  "Do you
really think the Brothers are going to put their lives in
the hands of a bunch of fuck ups?  One little slip when
mixing that drink last night and we'd all be fucked right
now.  Shit, I wouldn't trust you with a cardboard box and a
piece of string, let alone poison."

     "Whatever," CJ shrugged, realizing there was no point
in arguing with Mike.  He was too stubborn and more like
talking to a wall than anything else.

     "Mike's right," Xavier chimed in.  No shocker there, if
anyone was going to agree with Mike, it would be his
roommate. "I saw the same lightshow in Vegas once.  Smoke
and mirrors my friends, smoke and mirrors. Even the Brothers
can pull that off."

     "Thank you!"  Now that someone agreed with him, Mike
could go back to eating his meal.  All was right in the
world.  You know, just when I start to think he's not all
that bad, he pisses me off all over again.

     I wasn't about to jump into this `mentally challenged'
conversion so I just keep digging into my plate; sharing a
glance with Arsen every time Mike opened his mouth .  I know
we were both thinking the same thing, `Shut the fuck up!'  I
just wanted to eat my food in peace, but that sure as hell
didn't happen.

     "Who did ya'll get for a Big?" Sam asked the group.
Hearing Sam's voice, was in itself, a surprise.   The boy
hardly ever says anything.  And I have to admit, I was glad
he asked.  I was also curious to know who everyone got.

     "Eric's my Big," Ant took the lead, speaking with a
mouth full of food.

     Arsen followed by proclaiming Shaun was his and so it
continued around the table.  I didn't say anything and went
unnoticed for a bit.  I didn't want to get the same  shit
Arsen gave me when I told him about Q, so I happily
continued to stuff my face.  It didn't take long until their
attention was focused on me.

     "So Jacob.Spill!" Troy insisted.

     Jason chimed in.  "Speaking of which, no one got Q?  It
would've been awesome to get Q.  Just imagine the advantage
of having the head of the house as your Big?"

     I looked up at him annoyed as hell.  I could feel the
fiery daggers shooting from my eyes.  "Why the fuck does
everyone think that?"  I slammed my fist down and spilled
some of my drink on the table.  "Has it occurred to anyone
that being Q's Little may not be all that great?  That maybe
you'll be expected to be just that much better and on point
because you'll have all eyes on you!"

     "Holy shit!" CJ practically yelled, almost choking on
the sausage he was eating.  He managed to cough up a lung
before continuing.  "Dude, you're Q's Little?"  He laughed,
but in a good way and beamed with a smile like a father
would when his son scores his first homerun or something.
"That's my boy!"  He stood up and pointed at me with his
knife.  "That's my boy!"

     "Sit your silly ass down!" I told him, throwing a
carrot at him; he actually caught it and ate it.  I took a
look around at the others and I could tell some of the guys
weren't too happy. Others didn't seem to care one way or the
other.  I didn't understand why those guys didn't get it.
I'm not complaining by any means, mind you, but being Q's
Little meant a whole lot of pressure on me.  If I fucked up,
I'm not only making myself and the rest of the pledges look
bad, but now I'll be making Q look foolish as well.  Yeah,
no pressure there!  I refused to entertain the `Jacob is Q's
Little' conversion any further and ignored any attempts to
bring it up.

     After a while the guys kicked around some of the
questions they were asked during their interviews.  I wasn't
all that sure if we were supposed to take it that far, but I
had to admit I was curious to hear what some of their
answers were.  At first a lot of the questions were the same
but the longer we carried on, the more I realized that a
small group of us had not been asked all the questions.  I
wondered if it was because Q didn't see a reason to go the
distance and cut my interview short.

     Then Paul asked the big question.  "Were you guys asked
to pick someone you'd dismiss from The Brotherhood?"

     "Yeah, I picked myself, of course," Mike was quick to
answer, his tone cocky as hell.  Leave it to Mike to think
he held the one and only correct answer.  I don't recall
doing it, but I must've made some sound of disgust that Mike
was quick to pick up on.  "What was that for Jacob?"

     I shrugged.  "I don't know."

     "I picked myself too," Xavier added as confidently as
his roommate.

     "You would," I countered.

     "Why?  Did you pick one of us?"  My silence was all the
answer Mike needed to set him off.  He threw his linen
napkin at me.  "You fucker!  You picked one of us didn't
you?  What gives you the fucking right to decide something
like that?"

     "You need to calm down," Arsen jumped in second before
I was about to go off on his ass.  "It's not about that
Mike."

     "Oh no?"

     "No!"

     "Then why don't you enlighten us, oh great one," Mike
sneered  "If it's not about us looking after each other and
watching each other's backs then what is it about.  What's
this whole brotherhood thing about?  Selling your bros up
the river."

     "You don't get it, do you?" Arsen laughed at how simple
Mike could be sometimes.  "You're going to sit there and
tell me you'd give up your spot in The Brotherhood for one
of us?"  He tapped his finger after the last few words to
make his point.  "You'd do that for us Mike?"  He gave Mike
about half a second to respond.  "I didn't think so!  The
fact is none of us would.  And if you think otherwise,
you're just lying to yourself.  I wouldn't do it and that's
real."

     An uncomfortable silence fell on the room for a moment.

     "And that my friends, its what it's all about."

     "Finally someone who gets it."  I damn near jumped up
and started clapping.

     "I don't get it," CJ said.

     How could you not laugh?

     "All I know is I didn't pick myself either," he said.

     To which Arsen and I replied in unison, "Then you get
it."

     Mike would not budge, not even an inch.  "You don't
know anymore than we do what's wrong or right.  Who knows
what kind of answers the Brothers were looking for?"
Seriously, are people really this dense?  "Assumptions and
backstabbing aren't the answer, that's for sure?"

     "Holy balls!"  I dropped my fork on the plate and
spilled some food on the table.  "Backstabbing?  Are you
fucking kidding me?"

     "Yea, bro that was out of line," Arsen jumped in
followed by a few other pledges like Ant and Nick.

     "Out of line?" Mike scoffed, looking at everyone else
to see if they were going to back him up.  "Our boy Jacob is
hanging the rest of us out to dry and I'm out of line?
That's a good one!"  Then he got all serious.  With heated
eyes, he pointed his knife in my direction,   "Don't think
for a second you have it in the bag just because you're Q's
boy now."

     "Who said that?" I challenged, raising my shoulders in
frustration and looking about for some sort of sane answer.
"It's like there are two totally different conversions going
on at his table.  Seriously Mike, you're at a 10 right now I
need you at about 2!  So calm the fuck down, stopping
speaking out of your ass and accusing people of shit."

     If nothing else, the argument was amusing in that
everyone else appeared as if they were watching a tennis
match -  their heads went back and forth as Mike and I
volleyed jabs.

     "Accuse you?" he laughed.  "I don't have to accuse you
of shit.  It's true.  You pretty much said it yourself.  Mr.
Q wannabe thinks he knows who should be here and who
shouldn't."

     That was pretty much the end of our civil conversation,
if you could call it that.  Tempers flared like boiling
water.  He jumped out of his seat in a challenging and
threatening way and I did the same.  Within seconds everyone
was on their feet arguing, pointing fingers, and taking
sides.  By then things had gone horribly wrong and there was
no coming back from it.

     "Sit your asses down!"

     That serious tone cut thru all the bullshit like a
knife.  Everyone stopped, knowing we were fucked.  I stood
there with my back to the voice praying to God it wasn't Q
standing behind me.  We sat down and I didn't even have the
nerve to look over my shoulder.  Clearly the guys sitting in
front of me saw the Brother but I wasn't about to ask his
identity.  I was able to breath easier the next time I heard
him speak.   It wasn't Q, but it was still one pissed of
Brother.

     "You know, I'm not even going to get into this with you
guys," Shaun said.  "That's not what I came down here to
do."  He stood between Arsen and I, swirling his finger over
the table.  "But if you keep this shit up, you're not going
to last the week."

     All I had to do was look at the guys in front of me to
get an idea how pissed Shaun must have looked.  The guys
swallowed so hard I thought they were trying to pass a whole
apple.  Falling silent for a moment, he placed one hand on
the back of my chair and the other on Arsen's; all you could
hear was his fingers tapping against the wood.

     "Ultimately, your interactions with each other and the
situations we present you will decide your fate as a
Brother. That's all there is to it.  Believe what you want
but it doesn't get any simpler than that.

     "For now, I want Arsen, CJ, Justin, Anthony, Sam, and
Jacob to stand up."  We obeyed of course, though a bit
leery.  I want everyone to give it up for these guys for
passing their interviews.their trial."  He clapped and
everyone followed.  Mike looked annoyed.  You could feel the
apprehension in the room shoot thru the roof when the word
`trial' was thrown out here.  "And for your information,
their interview was about an hour shorter than the rest of
yours. Guys have a seat."  He waited until everyone was
seated, then continued,  "Why, you might ask?  Because we
didn't have to weed thru a bunch of bullshit!  The rest of
you fed us line after line, thinking that's what we wanted
to hear.  I think we made it clear that's not what we want
from you.  What will always be the right answer, Mike?"

     Mike sat there like a damn fool; either because he
didn't know the answer or he was too afraid to open his
mouth.  And as much as he was annoying me, I couldn't blame
the guy for freezing up.   In the face of this kind of
anger, I would've done the same damn thing.

     "Someone help him out!" Shaun shouted.  A few of us,
including myself, jumped out of our skin.  Shaun was not a
yeller and to hear him like this chilled me.

     I was pretty sure I knew what he was looking for but I
wasn't about to open my mouth.  No fucking way!  I was
actually surprised to see my boy CJ step up to the plate and
throw it out there.

     "The truth?"

     "Exactly," he said it in a way that felt like the
weight of the world was lifted from his shoulders.  "You
guys are sitting here arguing with my Little and Jacob when
I'm telling you they're 100% right.  Not one of you, with
the exception of CJ, would sacrifice your chance of getting
into The Brotherhood for another pledge.  Not one!  So quit
bullshitting us."

     I heard what he said, but honestly I couldn't get
passed the comment about CJ.  He said it with such
confidence. I couldn't help but be curious as to how he knew
for sure.

     "Being able to do that for your fellow Brother, making
that sacrifice, is where we all need you to be.  The truth
is. you're not there yet and we truly don't expect you to
be."  Everyone sitting across from me had their eyes glued
to Shaun.  "If even one Brother would benefit from my
departure, I would gladly leave The Brotherhood.  But that's
because I've been thru hell and back with these
guys.literally."  He chuckled despite himself, I think.
"You're all just starting to get to know each other.  The
bond that makes The Brotherhood what it is, is still in the
early stages for many of you.  This is evident by the little
outburst a few minutes ago.  So you can argue all you want
Mike, but you'd be the first to give up one of the other
pledges if it meant your ass.  Am I right?"

     He didn't answer, which pissed Shaun off even more.  He
simply sat there with the deer-in-the-headlights look.

     "Is there another Mike in the room that I'm not aware
of?  Answer me when I ask you question. This is not for my
benefit; it's for yours."

     He nodded with shame and in a sad, pathetic voice
answered, "Yes, I would."

     "We've told you all before and I'll tell you again.for
the last time."  He put a major emphasis on those last four
words.  "The Brotherhood values honestly from its members
above all else."  He paused for second to correct himself.
"Well, honesty going hand-in-hand with loyalty.  Now, your
truth maybe different than mine but that doesn't make it any
less valid.  Are we clear?"

     The guys just nodded.a bit dejectedly.

     He slammed his fist on the backs of our chairs and I
could clearly hear him grinding his teeth behind me.
"Are.we.clear?"

     "Yes Sir!"

     "Now, finish eating because the Brothers have a lot of
things planned for you."  He patted my shoulder gently to
get my attention.  "I know you and Q are heading up to Logan
airport, don't keep him waiting too long.  You'll find him
in the garage when you're done."  He started to walk away
then stopped.  "By the way, even though some of you passed
the trial, this is `one pledge class."  That means when one
fails you all fail."  Before the words could fully sink in,
he was gone.

     "Sweet." someone mumbled and that was the last word
spoken.

     We sat around staring down at our plates and picking at
our food.  No one could eat after failing yet another trail.
I had a knot in my stomach the size of a bowling ball.  I
probably sat around for another ten minutes or so before I
dismissed myself.

     "I'll see you," I said, tapping Arsen on the shoulder
and left without saying anything to the other guys; I was
too pissed quite frankly.

     The underground garage was empty except for two rows of
expensive cars and trucks.  I waited by the door for Q to
show up.  As if on queue, a Lexus jeep started up and rolled
beside me.  I couldn't see thru the passenger window because
it was tinted pitch black.  All I could do was jump in and
hope Q was behind the wheel.

     "Hey," I smiled at Q familiar face.

     We were off without the slightest acknowledgment from
Q.  Now, I wish I could say Q and I had this profound
discussion about ourselves, TBH, life and the meaning of it
all.but it didn't go down that way.  It was the dullest road
trip I've ever been on.  We sat there in perfect silence
with just the soft music for entertainment.  I glanced over
at Q every so often to see if he showed any interest at
sparking a conversation; it was a no go.   He sat there like
a statue, his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses,
resting his head against his closed fist as he drove.

     I couldn't help but think maybe my mere presence
annoyed him or maybe I simply wasn't worth talking to
because of my pledge status.  I doubt he'd be so quiet if a
Brother was sitting next to him.  All I could do was sit
there watching the trees and cars pass by as we flew down
the highway.

     The clear skies rapidly disappeared the further north
we drove, replaced by dark, gray clouds.  A storm was coming
and it looked like a bad one.  I'm a big weather buff.  I
can sit in front of the weather channel for hours just
learning about hurricanes, tornados, floods, tsunami, or
blizzards.  I love storm clouds.  I can walk under heavy
rains just admiring the lightening burn across the sky.  I
love lightening!  And the wind!  The wind was so strong the
jeep swayed at times.

     Anyway, back to the stupid car ride.  I was so bored I
nodded off a few times after we entered Rhode Island until I
finally fell asleep.  It's funny because in my dream I
pictured Q and I driving up to the airport having the time
of our lives; you couldn't shut him up.  Those dreams
stemmed from my desire to learn more about The Brotherhood
and more importantly Q.  Then my dream took a weird turn,
and I found myself lying in his arms.   It was weird because
it kept jumping from us talking it up in the car to us
laying in bed.  There was nothing sexual about the dream,
mind you, it was just us laying there wrapped in each other
pretty much like we were early that morning.

     A clap of thunder jolted me from my sleep.  I hit my
head against the fucking glass and swear I heard Q chuckle
but when I looked he was as serious as ever.  I cleared my
eyes and the mini-mart we were parked next to came into
focus.  I wanted to ask how long I was out, but what good
would that have done?

     "There's a bathroom around back if you need to go," he
said and got out of the truck.

     `Well, that's a start at least,' I thought.

     I went and did my business in the bathroom.  The whole
time I was taking a leak,  I was craving a Cherry Coke and a
Hershey's Dark Chocolate Bar; God knows I love them both.  I
was thinking of asking Q if it'd be okay to go in and buy
some stuff quick, but then I remembered I had no fucking
money.

     I opened the bathroom door and it was almost torn off
it's hinges by the wind.  "Holy shit," I laughed to myself.
I was walking back and it felt like the wind was pushing me
along telling me to hurry my ass up.

     As I got into the Lexus, Q was stepping out again,
mumbling something about forgetting his cell phone on the
counter.  There was a Hershey's Dark Chocolate Bar on my
seat and a Cherry Coke in the cup holder.  I thought it a
bit odd and I wasn't really sure if it was for me or maybe Q
was having the same cravings.  I put the bar in the center
console for Q to do with what he wanted.

     Q came out holding his phone to his ear and stood in
front the jeep.  The wind was all over him, whipping his
hair in the air and lifting his shirt up, exposing his hard
abs and the band of his A&F underwear.  The kid looked like
a fucking model standing there.  It was first time I ever
saw Q dressed down.  He had on a simple gray t-shirt with a
picture of two hands about a foot apart. The words `I Swear
It's This Big" were written between them.  He wore faded,
torn jeans that sagged low on his hips and a pair of black
sandals.  And I'm not afraid to say it - his tight ass body
worked those jeans like nobody's business.

     .  I was transfixed on him, on his figure and the
perfection of it all.  Don't ask me why.  There was a draw
to him that was undeniable, like invisible strings pulling
you closer and closer; it became more evident the more I
stared at him.  He paced around in front of the truck,
stopping once so that his back was to me. I noticed his
black boxer briefs thru the slits his jeans had under each
butt cheek.  Those jeans reminded me of my favorite pair I
wear when I'm bumming around; the ladies always seem to love
them and I'm sure they'd feel the same way about Q's.

     Q finished his call and got into the car.  His hair was
blown all over the place, but all it took was for him slip
his fingers thru the black, silken threads to have each
strand fall back into place.  Starting up the truck, he
noticed the chocolate bar in the center console and the
untouched coke, then looked at me.

     "I got those for you Jacob `cause I know how much you
like them."  He slipped into reverse and slowly pulled away.
"Don't look so surprised. If anyone is going to know what
your favorite snacks are, it's going to be The Brotherhood."
And like before, he said nothing more to me.  If he was
trying to make me feel unwanted,  he did a hell of a job.

     Being the big chocolate lover that I am, especially
dark chocolate, I was breaking off the bar little by little
to savor every pieces.  I didn't even bother to look in Q's
direction anymore; I was enjoying the view from the
passenger window just fine. The sight of planes taking off,
landing or just parking was enough to keep me entertained.

     Out of the blue Q reached over and broke off a piece
for himself. "I love dark chocolate too."

     Somehow, that simple gesture made the day better.  I
was trying to hide my sense of relief and the biggest,
cheesiest smile ever by staring out the window.  Without
even looking at him, I passed the bar again and he broke off
another piece.  I was happy for the power of chocolate!

     We had a hell of a time trying to get into the actual
airport.  There was traffic up the ass.  It took us about
twenty minutes to get to the pick off point.  Q stopped the
car in front of a  tall, lean guy wearing shorts and a t-
shirt.  He had long, dark brown hair pulled back into a
ponytail and a pair of silver framed shades on his head.  If
I had to guess, I say he was California raised.  He just had
that laid back, west coast look to him and a really nice
tan.   The kind of color you can only get in a place where
the sun always shines.

     I knew he was the guy because Q's face lit up like a
bulb when he saw him.  Very politely, Q turned to me and
asked if I would get in the back seat.  Obviously, I
obliged.  He stepped out and went around the front of the
car, very excitedly; I mean he was almost jumping he was so
happy.  The guy matched Q's enthusiastic smile. .  He wasted
no time dropping the bags from his shoulder and running to Q
to give him a big ass hug.

     I could hear a little of what they were saying.  Pretty
much how happy they were to see each other, how it's been so
long and all that crap.  Q helped him throw his stuff in the
back and they both entered the car in a whirlwind of
laughter and inside jokes.  I couldn't help but wonder if
this was the same Q.  I'll admit I was a bit jealous of the
attention this guy was getting from Q.  I couldn't get him
to say `hi' to me, this guy couldn't get him to shut up.

     The second we took off the guy turned around to offer
his hand.  "Sup man, I'm Dylan."

     With a nod and smile, I shook his hand, "Jacob."

     He looked me over once with a smirk then sat back
against his seat.  "I see you're Q's new victim."  At first
I didn't get it.  "I remember being in the same situation
three years ago.  But don't worry Jacob, Q makes an awesome
Big."

     "Ya think so, huh?" Q was clearly trying to mask the
smirk on his face.

     "Well, you're aight," Dylan laughed forcing Q to punch
his leg. "Fucker!"

     Holy shit!  Not even in my wildest dreams could I
imagine talking to Q like that.  And to see him merely laugh
about it blew me away.  It was amazing to see those two
together.  They could have easily been mistaken for real
life brothers.  Admittedly, my jealousy was more intense
now.  Nothing against Dylan, but I so wanted that
relationship he had with Q.  My rational side understood
that he earned it over the years, but that didn't stopping
from wanting that relationship for myself.

     They about everything and anything.  Q was like a
totally different person than the guy I'd sat next to on the
ride up here.  He was alive and vulnerable at the same time.
The mystic, the mysterious haze around him vanished the
moment he laid eyes on his former Little.

     All I did was sit there and listen in on their
conversion.  And I was right about Dylan being from
California because Q asked him how he was liked LA. One
thing I noticed about Dylan right away was the white streak
running down the left side of his head.  I knew right away
it was a birthmark.  My cousin had the same thing from an
area on his head that had no pigmentation. We called him
skunk because his streak ran right down the middle of his
mane of jet black hair.

     The more they talked, the more they starting slipping
in and out of a language I had never heard before.  I'm no
linguist, but my parents know thirteen different languages
between them so I've fairly skilled in picking out dialects.
However, whatever they were speaking didn't sound the least
bit familiar.  The pronunciation of the was soft on the
ears, almost haunting.like a romantic poem whispered in your
dreams from a lost love.  I'm sure they weren't even aware
they were doing it.

     "So how's the love life?" Q inquired.

     "I don't know," Dylan shrugged.  "I think I'm going to
break it off with Mya."

     Q's looked at him, shocked.  "Really?  What brought
this on?  Last time we talked your raved about how much you
loved Mya.  Now this?"

     "I don't know," he repeated, sounding a bit more
frustrated than before.  I didn't believe it was directed
towards Q necessarily, but rather that he was fed up with
the situation he was in with his girlfriend.  "She's getting
very clinging.  I don't think I can take that kind of drama
with the direction my life is about to take."  He paused a
moment, perhaps waiting for Q to put his two cents in.  But
Q said nothing. "Is that wrong?"

     "Who knows? You have to do what's best for you.  You
are about to undergo a huge change, it's easy to understand
why you feel the way you do.  Just make sure you're not
using this as an excuse to run away from something.  You
might regret it later."

     "Yeah.I don't know what fuck I'm going to do yet.
Anyway, I don't feel like dwelling on that right now."

     "Fine."

     "Oh, but there's such a tone in that `fine'."

     "I didn't say anything."

     "Sure you didn't.  Anyway, how about you?  How's your
love life?"

     Q laughed.  "What love life?  You know me, always too
busy for."

     "That's the problem!" Dylan was quick to cut him off.
"Life isn't all about The Brotherhood, Q.  Everyone knows
you have a deep love and commitment to The Brotherhood, but
you also have a responsibility to yourself.  You need to
live a little!  No, a lot!  You let The Brotherhood consume
too much of your life."

     Q laughed again.  "Look at you.  My little bro is all
grown up!"

     "Fuck off!" Dylan punched Q in the arm; again, a
liberty I could never picture myself or anyone else taking.
"I'm serious, Q.  Is there no one special in your life?"
The concern in his voice was very real and touching.

     "I don't have the time."

     I could almost feel Dylan roll his eyes at him.  "Make
the fucking time, god damnit!  You have a lot of good guys
back at the house, you don't need to micro manage every
little thing."

     "I don't."

     "Yeah.I don't believe you."

     "I really don't.  My guys are the goods."

     "Then what is the problem?"

     "I don't feel like talking about this anymore."

     "What?" Dylan sounded annoyed.  "Don't try to shut me
off just because..."

     "Enough." Q said simply, glancing at Dylan with a
raised brow.  For the first time Q's authority over him came
out and the subject was dropped.

     An awkward silence fell in the car, but it didn't last
long; Q made sure of that.

     "Are you excited?" he asked with a smile.

     "About what?'  Q just looked at him with a `duh' look
on his face.  "Oh!  Of course I am!  Every time I think
about it, I get so excited I can barely contain myself.
Seriously!"

     "Good."

     "And what makes it even better is that you're the one
who's going to perform the ceremony.  You really have no
idea how much that means to me."

     "Umm, about that," Q said softly, like he didn't want
to say it at all.  I watched him thru the rear view mirror
and he looked nervous.

     "What?"

     "I'm not going to be performing the ceremony."

     "What?" Dylan shouted and Q grimaced at the sight of
him.  "Are you fucking with me right now?  Don't fuck with
me bro `cause it ain't funny!"

     "I'm serious Dylan.I'm sorry.  Shaun will be performing
the ceremony on you but I will still be there by your
side.proud as ever."

     "But I wanted to get the gift from you!  As awesome as
Shaun is, you were my Big not him.  It has more significance
coming from you."

     "I know," Q said softly and I could tell he was pained
to have caused Dylan grief.  He reached over and gently
rubbed the back of Dylan's neck.  "It's still a high honor,
it doesn't matter which Brother performs the ceremony."

     "I know.It just would've meant so much more coming from
you."

     "I'll still be there watching you become greater than
what you already are.  I'm so, so proud of you Dylan."

     "Thanks," he said meekly and I could've sworn he
whipped at his eyes.  Was he tearing up?  What was the deal?
What could be so freaking important to upset him so.  "Can I
at least ask why you changed your mind?"

     "It was a flippant decision, Dylan.  Certain things
just happen.unforeseen forces walked into my life and
suddenly I'm in the middle of something I wasn't expecting.
If I had known, I never would have promised you."

     "You want to give it to someone else?"

     Q nodded.  "It depends how things work out, really."

     "Who?"

     Q answered in that other language then Dylan sort of
looked over his shoulder at me and for the next ten minutes
or so I couldn't understand a word they were saying.  Maybe
I was getting ahead of myself, but for a second I thought
maybe I was that person.  But then I felt really stupid for
even considering that and put it out of my mind.

     "Now, do you understand?" Q finally spoke English
again.

     "Yeah, I get it," Dylan smirked.  "But now I'm allowed
to hate him."

     They laughed, then Q slapped him in the back of the
head and all was good again.

     Before I knew it was dark out.  The menacing storm
clouds filled with lightening and thunder plagued the night
sky, yet a single drop of water had yet to fall. We drove
for a couple of hours before Q pulled up to this little
store and told us he had to pick something up for Eric and
Charlie.  The minute Q left Dylan turned to face me, a smile
playing on his face.

     "So what makes you so special?" he asked but he wasn't
being a prick about it.  There was warmth to his question
that normally isn't present when one is being sarcastic or a
straight up dick.  Regardless, I didn't understand

     "Huh?"

     He laughed.  "Q very rarely takes a pledge under his
wing, so when it happens the guy has to be something pretty
special."

     I shrugged.  "I have no idea."  I was feeling a bit
bold so I asked him the same thing.  "Well, Q picked you as
well.so what made you so special?"

     He liked that.  "Honestly.I don't know either.  He
never really said.  Maybe it was the same thing I'm seeing
in you now."  He grinned and sat back on his seat.  Sinking
down in his chair, he threw his feet on the dash.  "You're
good people Jacob, I can tell."

     "Was Q always intense?"

     "Always," he laughed loudly, as if recalling a certain
memory.  "But he's always very fair.  You have no idea how
lucky you are to have Q as your Big.  He can be pretty
hardcore at times but that's because he expects the best
from his people.especially his Little."

     "Sweet."

     "No, don't go there," he said with a hand gesture.  "Q
will never ask you to do more than you're able.  He just
expects you to always give your best."

     "I can understand that."

     "I don't even see him as a frat brother; he's like my
real brother and that's all there is to it.  He's done so
much for me it goes beyond words really."

     "Yeah, he seems like a pretty amazing guy."

     "You don't know the half of it.but you will.  Aside
from Kyrios, there is no other Brother who's as respected as
Q.  Let me tell you a little story.  I had the chance to go
with Q to meet with the council and when."

     "What's the council?" I interrupted without thinking.

     "The head of every house sits on what's called The
Council of Brothers.  It's the governing body of The
Brotherhood with Kyrios at the head of it all. They come up
with the rules, laws, and regulations that make up The
Brotherhood.  And its where brothers like Q stand trial if
they do something seriously wrong.  They have to be judged
and sentenced by their peers."

     "Wow."

     "Yeah, it's pretty intense.  Congress has nothing on
these guys, let me tell ya.  Anyway, when we walked into the
council chamber the whole room fell silent and everyone knew
that either Q or Kyrios has just shown up.  I could hear
whispers and guys leaning over to each other talking about
Q."  He stopped for a moment then turned his head to he side
so he could see me from the corner of his eye.  "Everyone
knows that if Kyrios were to step down or die tomorrow, god
forbid, Q would be his natural successor.  He's just that
respected.  So I'm not kidding when I say you're very lucky
to have him."

     "Damn," was all I could say about that.  "Hey, you got
to meet Kyrios?"

     "Yeah.  The whole point of the council meeting was to
discuss Q's recommendation that I receive the gift of.umm,
never mind."

     "What gift?"

     He shook his head no.  "Nothing.  Here comes Q."

     Fuck!  I so wanted to know about `the gift.'  Something
tells me it's not a pair of cufflinks.

     "You talking behind my back again," was the first thing
Q said when he got in.

     "Always!"

     The rest of the drive I was content to listen to their
conversation and watch the lightening racing thru the sky.
We drove another forty minutes before finally reaching
Dylan's family home.  As far a I could tell, they lived five
miles passed the middle of nowhere.  Dylan asked Q to come
in for a few minutes to greet his parents.  He agreed with
little fuss.

     "Hey, it was nice meeting you, Jacob."

     "Ditto," I said with a smile.

     "Don't let that clown push you around too much," he
laughed.

     Q chased him around the yard for a few minutes to get
him back for the comment before heading inside.  He never
did catch him.  I probably sat outside by myself for  twenty
minutes before the porch lights came on and Q appeared at
the door with Dylan.  They exchange a few words and embraced
in a brotherly hug before saying there final goodbyes.  Q
was lucky because the instant he got in and closed the door
and rain hit like a bucket of water was thrown on the jeep.

     We drove off with the windshield wipers dancing at full
speed.  The thunder was deafening and the sky was on fire as
lightening blazed thru the clouds and dropped from the sky.

     "Holy shit," I whispered, but I was loving every minute
of it.  In fact, I was leaning forward looking up at the sky
like a kid in a candy store.

     "Tell me about it," Q agreed.  "Hey, I wanted to
apologize."

     All of a sudden the storm didn't seem all that
important.  I leaned back and looked at him a bit confused.
"For what?"

     "The trip up here was supposed to be our time to get to
know each other better.  Instead, I pretty much ignored you
the whole time and for that, I'm sorry.  It was just that
some stuff is going on in the house right now and I've had a
lot on my mind lately."

     "I understand, it's okay."

     "No, really it isn't.  So I'm sorry.  I feel much
better now after seeing Dylan.  He has a way of bring out
the best in me and my attitude."

     I shrugged.  "Apology accepted."  That was all I needed
to hear to make me forget, or maybe forgive, the drive  up
here.  His apology was sincere; I could hear it in his voice
but most importantly I could see it in his sparkling gray
eyes.  For the first time, they made me feel welcomed.  "I
may not be a Dylan, but if there's anything I can do, even
if it's just lending an ear, I'm here."  I never truly
expected him to take me up on my offer, but I put it out
there nonetheless.

     He smiled at me.  I guess he wanted to make up for lost
time because after driving for about five minutes he got
really chatty.

     "So what's the deal with you and Mike?"  He looked at
me briefly before returning his gaze to the dark road ahead.
I'd say he was driving a little faster than I would have
liked considering the torrential rain.

     `Damn,' I thought.  That was a can of worms I really
didn't want to open.  And  quite frankly, I didn't know what
the `deal' was between us.  I played it coy.  "What do you
mean.I don't understand?"

     "Well, it seems like you guys are always butting heads.
Would you say that's a fair assessment?"

     I was silent for a moment, knowing full well there was
no avoiding the question.  "I guess.  I mean.I don't know."
I think he was about to say something more but decided to
give me a moment to collect my thoughts and continue.  "I
think it's just we both have different ideas on how to go
about accomplishing things.  I don't think we hate each
other or anything.  At least I like to believe that.  It's
just two different minds with two different points of
views."

     He nodded, scratching his chin thoughtfully.  "Uh-huh."

     "What?" I asked with a slight laugh mingled in.

     "I think there are two leaders trying to emerge in this
group which is a good thing; we encourage that."  He paused
briefly leaving me hanging and wondering where he was going
with this.  "But the problem as I see it is. there are two
leaders trying to emerge."

     "Uh-huh."

     He laughed and playfully slapped my leg then pulled
away quickly when he realized what he did.  I think he was
still feeling very much at ease and comfortable as if he
were talking to Dylan.  And I understand that.  "Don't you
get it?"  He switched hands on the steering wheel so he
could extend his forefinger in front of my face.  "There can
only be one leader Jacob.  Only one."

     I nodded in agreement.

     "Can you imagine how chaotic things would be in the
house if I had to run it with someone of equal authority? It
just wouldn't work.  Especially if we were of two different
minds.  Whose way is right and who would the Brothers follow
if I ordered one thing and my partner another?"

     "I get what you're saying.  So what do I do?  Do I sit
back and let him run the show or take the show and run it
myself?"

     "That's not for me to decide," he answered with a
simple shrug.  "Guys will always want to lead; everyone has
ideas and are sure they know the best ways of getting things
done.  But in the end, the true leader will emerge.  It just
depends on who wants it the most."

     "Yeah..." I said meekly, suddenly sounding very `un-
leader' like.

     A few lightening strikes later, the questions
continued.

     "So how are things with Alex.andra, is it?"

     I nodded, taken aback that he'd even care to ask.
"Yeah, that's her."  I thought about his question for a
moment then shrugged.  "Things are good, I guess."  I was
getting a bit nervous to be honest, for I was sure he was
leading into our little rendezvous in the janitor's closet.

     "You don't sound too sure about that."

     "Well I really haven't had a chance to hang out with
her since I started pledging.  There might be a little
strain there, but I think deep down she understands the
situation.  At least for the moment."

     "That's good.that you have someone that understands.
The roll of a brother can be a bit demanding at times.  As
long as you both have a clear understanding of the
commitment your making, then things will be a lot easier."

     "Yeah," I agreed.

     Another moment of silence befell us and again, Q was
the one to break it.

     "Don't be shy," he said with a smile, "feel free to ask
me anything you want and as long as it's within reason, I'll
answer."

     "Cool."  I couldn't hide my excitement even if I wanted
too.  Sad thing was, I drew a total blank.  Perfect timing,
eh?  "Umm.uh."

     "Cat got your tongue?"

     "No!  Oh, I know what I wanted to ask."

     "And what's that?"

     "If you are."  I suddenly flew out of my seat and my
head slammed into the roof.  The right front tire hit a
major pothole, and for a moment Q lost control.  The tire
exploded leaving only the chrome rim sparking against the
road.  It took him a hot second, but Q finally was able to
stop the car by the side of the road.

     "Fuck!"

     I was thinking the same thing.  I was fully expecting
him to order me to change the tire while he stayed inside
the nice dry car, but he surprised me yet again by stepping
out of the jeep and going for the spare without ever saying
a word to me.  Obviously, I wasn't about to just sit there
while he did all the work, so I jumped out to help him.  I
stood outside for like two minutes while Q got the spare and
I was soaking wet, that's how hard it was raining.  It was
unusually hot and humid for that time of year,  I thought.

     I watched Q come around the back to my side.  He jerked
his head to the side to whip the long hair from his face; a
jet of water flew from the ends into the night and I
could've sworn I was watching a shampoo commercial.

     "Thanks!" he yelled and rolled the tire to me so he
could get the jack.

     I went for the tire and caught it, but not before
slipping on the muddy slop and landing on my ass. Two more
feet or so and I would've went tumbling down a fucking hill!
Q peeked his head around the side and started laughing his
ass off.

     "You okay?"

     "Oh, yeah. Never better!"  I got up and wiped at my
muddy ass.  I don't know why he was laughing because it was
his nice leather interior that was going to get ruined, not
mine.

     "How's your head?" he yelled over the pouring rain and
whipping winds.  "I noticed you got some serious airtime
when we hit that hole."

     "Yeah, I'm fine."

     "You sure?"

     "I'm sure!"  My head was throbbing a little but it was
a big deal so I wasn't going to make it an issue.

     He jacked up the front end and I used the lug wrench to
loosen all the bolts.  It took longer than normal because
the bar was so wet my hands kept slipping.  It was pissing
me off.

     "Shit!" I roared finally, after it happened for the
fifth time.

     Q on the other hand was enjoying my struggle.  "Want me
to get that for ya, stud?" he laughed.

     "Oh shut up!"  For a moment, I cringed, thinking I'd
crossed the line but Q just laughed harder.  I got the rim
off and Q put the spare on and tightened the bolts.  He
dropped the car and told me stand on the lug wrench to make
sure all the lugs were nice and tight.  Last thing we needed
was for the tire to go flying off one way while we went
another.

     "Done!" he proclaimed.

     I grabbed the rim and walked to the back of the jeep
with Q behind me.  A jolt of lightening came from nowhere
and struck the light post behind the jeep.  Bright orange
sparks flew everywhere and so did I, right back into Q.  We
went tumbling down the slippery, muddy hill - a blob of arms
and legs rolling like two fucking balls leaving a gum ball
machine.  You know the ones I'm talking about; where you
just want to walk away because the fucking ball twists and
turns and takes forever and day to get to the bottom.  Yeah,
well, that was us.

     A pool of muddy water broke our fall.  Believe it or
not, that's where we laid for about five minutes or so.  I
was afraid to make the first move, so I waited.  Waited for
Q who had to be pissed!.  How could he not be?  He didn't
strike me as the type who enjoyed rolling around in the mud.

     There was hope still, for the sound of pouring ran and
clapping thunder was drowned out by a sudden fit of laughter
from Q.  So infectious was it that I couldn't help but join
him.  So there we lay:  two guys on their backs with the
raining splashing across on their faces, lost in a fit of
laughter.  It was definitely a Kodak moment.

     "Can anything else go wrong tonight?"

     "Well, the night's still young and we haven't
officially been hit by lightening yet." I answered, finally
coming down from my high.  I decided it was time to get up
and I really hand to work to simply sit up; it felt like the
mud had claimed me and wasn't about to let go.  I managed to
free myself, got up on one knee and then just when I thought
myself free, I slipped again and landed on my face.  Oh, the
joy.

     I was laughing again, sure that Q would be laughing at
me as well, but he wasn't.   His face was covered in mud.  I
must've kicked it up when I lost my footing.  He dug two
holes around his eyes and just looked at me; his violet orbs
as clear and as menacing as the lightening shooting above
us.

     I swallowed hard.  I was fucking shitting bricks!  Then
a wave of water came at me as he used his foot to throw a
chuck of mud at my face.  Oh, it was hilarious!  What
happened next was straight out of a Three's Stooges episode.
We were flinging mud at each other like it was the thing to
do, and I don't know how it happened, but one thing lead to
another and we ended up wrestling in the mud.  The object
wasn't so much to pin your opponent but to shove his face in
the muddy water beneath us.  I have to say it was the best
time I had up to that point.  It was just real and
spontaneous.  I was so glad we had that blow out.

     I felt bad for his truck though because when it was all
over we got back on the road; two dirty ass guys covered
from the head to toe in mud sitting on brand new leather.  I
would've had a heart attack, but Q didn't seem to care.  Or
if he did, he hid it well.

     "Fuck!" Q roared, reaching into his pocket to pull out
his mud covered cell phone.  He took one look at it and
threw it between the center consol.

     At this point I was feeling like I was hanging out with
one of my buds so I picked it up like it was my business.
The thing was ruined; soaked and covered in mud like every
part of our bodies.  Q really did look pissed, but I wasn't
about to let his anger take hold.  I don't know what got
into me, but what I did next took us both by surprise.  His
hair was a fucking tangled, muddy mess, and so I ran my hand
thru the side a couple of times.

     We just looked at each other.

     "Your hair is crusty," I said matter-of-factly.  "You
should consider some Herbal Essence or something."  He
looked at me as if the bump on my head may have been harder
than he's thought.  Then he laughed and the phone was
forgotten.

     Q wanted to get some gas and use a phone to call the
house.  We spotted a motel when we were dropping off Dylan
and he thought it best if we just stayed there for the night
and let the storm pass.  I was in agreement because it was
only getting worse out there.  It was really like being in
the middle of a hurricane.  Okay, maybe not quite but you
get the idea.

     We stopped at his old gas station that had the old
style pumps, which meant they didn't take credit cards and
better yet it was closed for the night, so no gas for us.
It was a big deal because we had plenty of gas to get to the
motel but that just meant we'd have to drive back in the
morning to gas.  Luckily it did have a phone booth off to
the side. Grabbing some change from the ashtray, Q ran for
the booth.

     I sat back and watched him.  He parked so the lights
were on the booth so it was easy to keep any on him.  I saw
something move by the side of the gas station, a shadow too
big to be a dog or any other animals you might find in the
woods. I sat up with the quickness, straining to peer thru
the dark veil to make sure I wasn't just seeing things.  Q
had his back to the station so there was no way for him to
see it.  I looked for a while but nothing stirred so I
figured it was just me.  I leaned back, relaxed and tired,
and let my eyes wander off to the side.  The moment I did
that I spotted the same shade from the corner of my eye.
Something wasn't right.

     I got out and ran up to Q.  He putt he phone to his
chest and waited for me to explain myself.  "We should go!"

     "Why?  What's wrong?" he yelled back, the bad weather
drowning us out completely.

     "There's something back there."

     "What?"

     "There's something back there!"

     He placed the phone back to his ear and finished the
call.  "Come on. we should go!" he said.

     I just rolled my eyes.  Why do I bother?

     I  was running behind Q when the sound of breaking
glass pierced my ears.  I turned around to see this guy just
smashing the shit of the phone booth with a steel bat and
two other guys just standing there like that was the normal
thing to do.  `Oh, damn' I thought as I looked at Q hoping
he had an idea of what the fuck was going on or what to do.
I could only make out his dark silhouette standing in front
of the jeep between the two bright headlights.  At that
moment every appeared to be moving hundred times slower; I
swear I could've counted every drop of rain.

     The light at my feet was getting brighter and brighter.
Did Q turn on the high beams for some reason?  I didn't get
it.  I couldn't make those guys out, but one thing was for
sure, they were getting closer.  The light just got intense
and I turned to face Q.  I actually remember calling out his
name. I could barely see him now; the light seemed to
consume him entirely.  The light was too much, blinding and
overwhelming.  I was falling.falling like a sack of stones
thrown from the highest peak into a river of light.

     For the second time that night I jumped out of my seat.
"What the fuck!" I yelled.  There were hands on me trying to
restraining me.  "Back the fuck up!  Back up!"  I was
finally pushed against the door and my arms held at my side.

     "Calm down!  It's me."

     That voice.  That face.

     "That must've been some fucking dream."

     "Huh?  Dream?"

     "Yes, you were sleeping."

     I looked at Q like he was crazy. "No," insisted.  "I
wasn't sleeping.  What happened to the guys at the gas
station.the guys with the bats and the bad attitudes."

     "What are you talking about?"

     He really looked as confused as I felt.  "The guys!  We
stopped at the gas station to get some gas and call the
house and then these guys came out of the back woods
smashing shit."

     He laughed as he slipped his fingers thru my muddy
soaked hair to clear it from my sight.  "You were dreaming.
There were no guys, Jacob."

     I was shaking my head. "Yeah there was.  I saw them!
It was dark out and then it was bright.really, really
bright.  A white light - like hot fire.  You didn't see it?"

     "No, because I can't jump into your mind."  He was
still chuckling a little.  "We did stop at the station, but
there pumps didn't take credit cards and don't get me
started on that whole mess.  I mean what kind of gas station
doesn't' take credit cards.  Piss me off.  Anyway, I made my
call to the brothers to let them know we'd be staying here
and then we were out.  Like five minutes into the drive you
were out like a light."

     I was silent for a while, studying him very closely.
"So there were no guys in the woods?"

     "No," he assured me shaking me gently, "no guys.just
you and me.  Now come on, let's get inside and get a room
for the night.

     Fuck!  I must've fallen asleep because I couldn't even
recall getting to the motel, but there we were, parked in
the empty parking lot.  "Weird." I whispered as I got out of
the jeep.  That "dream" seemed way too real to be all in my
head.  But what else could I do?  I had to let it go.  If Q
said there weren't any guys then it had to be true, right?

     We walked into the motel with our bodies still covered
in mud. It had this old country feel to it.  To the left of
the main room where you check in was a little mini-mart type
of place where they sold, well, shit you'd find in a mini-
mart.  Opposite of the store was a place where they sold
clothes.  Not the type you find at the GAP or A&F but some
really old fucked up shit you see out in the country.flannel
and boots and crap.

     Q rang the little bell on the counter.  "What the." his
words trailed off when he saw the jars of pigs feet sitting
on the counter for sale for $4.99.

     The door behind the counter opened and this little old
lady who must've been 80 if she was a day,  peeked her head
thru.  "Well hello there!" she said with a nice bright
smile, opening the door all the way.  She leaned back and
whispers to the guy sitting in the rocking chair behind her,
"Get up Joe, we got us a couple of boys at the door."

     The guy got up and walked out with her.  If I had to
guess, I'd say he was two hundred years old his damn self.
Q and I slowly turned to look at each other and he said,
"She really did just say that didn't she?"

     "What can I do you boys for?"  He hunched forward a
bit, old age clearly not working out so great for him.
Don't me wrong.  I have nothing but respect for the elderly
but that couple was beyond old.  God bless them for still
kicking, I guess.

     "We'd like a room," Q said, and I could clearly hear
this exhaustion his voice.

     "What's that you say now?" the old man launched back
like a firecracker, leaning forward with his hand cupped
around his right ear.

     "A room.we'd like a room please."

     He leaned back and looked at Q like he was crazy.  "Now
why in the world would you want my broom?"

     "No, no, no.not a broom.a room."

     "You're looking for a groom?  What's that you say now?"

     Q and I just look at each other like `h-o-l-y s-h-i-t.'

     "Not groom, not a broom, a ROOM."  Q was just once
notch below yelling.

     "They want a room, you deaf old fool!" the wife finally
spoke.

     "Oh, that's a shame," he said and patted Q's hand.
"Which one of you boys is deaf?  I'll try and speak for ya."

     "We're not the ones who.oh, just never mind.  Can we
get a ROOM?"

     "Sorry boys," she said, putting her glasses on.

     "Damn!" I said despite myself.  She could easily see
thru me with those thick ass glasses.

     "We are all booked up," she continued.

     "Booked up?" I said.  "But there's not a single car
outside but ours."

     "Reservations.  You understand."

     "No, not really."

     "What's that you say now?" the old man butted in again.
"We don't have any hot chilly.  We got some cold chilly for
99 cents a can.  But no hot chilly in a can.  Can't put hot
chilly in a can `cause it wont' stay hot for long."

     I was just thinking `O-H-M-Y-G-O-D' and I'm sure the
same thing was running thru Q's mind.

     "We're not looking for chilly, sir.just a room," Q was
being very patient with them.  "Look, we've been driving all
night, the weather is really getting bad out there and we
already had one tire blow up.  We just want."

     "Who threw up?"  The man tried leaning over the corner
to look at the floor.  "Where did they throw up?  I don't
smell anything.  Damn cats!"

     I pulled Q aside and whispered, "Maybe we should just
go.  We aren't getting anywhere right now."

     "Now, now, don't be hasty," the old lady said, waving
us over to her.

     "She's right you know," he agreed, thou I was sure he
knew what he was agreeing too.  "That's some pretty fine
tasty chilly.  Only 99 cents a can.  No hot chilly in a
can.can't really put hot chilly a can you know.

     "Oh, look we do have one room available.  But."

     "But." we both said in unison.

     "But the pipes don't work too good in that room, so the
hot water don't last very long and by the looks of it you
boys will be needing a good scrubbing.  Looks like you were
playing in the mud all night."

     "We'll take it!" we both said again.

     "Okay, that will be 125 dollars for the night please."

     Q was feeling around for his wallet and remembered he
left it out in the center consol.  Luckily for him he didn't
have it on him when we had our little trip thru the mud.  I
ran out and got it for him while he settled things with
them.

     He handed her his MasterCard and she shook his head no.
"Sorry dear, but we don't accept any credit cards after
twelve."

     Q got this look on his face that just screamed `that's
the dumbest thing I ever heard.'  "Why is that?"

     She pointed to a sign on the counter that read "We
don't' accept any credit cards after twelve."

     "Oh for crying out loud," he mumbled, and pulled out
two bills and slid it across the counter.  She slid it right
back.  "What's wrong now?"

     "We don't accept any bills larger than a twenty after
ten," she said simply.

     "Well why not?"  Q had the same look going as before.

     She pointed to another sign that read.yep, you guessed
it "We don't accept any bills larger than a twenty after ten
o'clock."

     "Oh my god, I'm just going to slice my wrist right
now," Q said under his breath.

     "What's that you say now?"

     "Do you take checks then?"

     The lady pulled out a sign from under the counter and
slams on the table.  "No checks after nine."

     I walked away laughing hysterically and went to look at
the clothes.  I was looking thru their crap for about five
minutes when Q came over dangling the keys to the room.  He
looked around, then looked at me.

     "Maybe we should get some clothes for the drive home
tomorrow.  Don't feel like putting on the same dirty clothes
again."  He looked around again.  "Not exactly mall quality
stuff they selling here."

     "Telling me about it," I laughed.

     We picked out some shorts and a couple of t-shirts,
they even had some boxer briefs for sale.  Granted, they
were just you everyday tighty whities but it was better than
the soaked ones we had on.

     We went to pay for it and the man disappeared, but when
his wife was bagging it everything up for us he came back
with two cans of chilly and threw them in the bag. Q didn't
argue and just paid them for the chilly and we bounced up
out of there.  An experience I would never forget!

     Our room wasn't the penthouse suite at a five star
hotel, but it was a surprisingly decent room.  I guess we
were half expecting the Children of the Corn to greet us at
the door.  There was a nice size TV on the dresser, a queen
size bed next to a nightstand with a lamp and phone.  Q
wasted no time heading for the bathroom, peeling his dirty
shirt and throwing it to the side.

     "Wow," I laughed.

     "What?" he looked at me over his shoulder, curiously.

     "You have a black streak of mud running down your
spine."

     "You're not looking very GQ at the moment yourself
buddy!"

     I stood at the foot of bed watching him adjust the
water on in the shower.  He came back out unzipping his
pants.  "She wasn't kidding.  The water is lukewarm at best
and I can already feel it getting colder."

     Now as cool as he'd been, I knew he wasn't going to
give up going first and that I'd be stuck showering in the
freezing water.  "It's okay, I'll deal with the cold water
issue when I get there," I offered.

     He laughed and stepped out of his pants.  Damn, only
someone like Q can make mud look sexy.  "You know, you don't
have to freeze your ass off in the shower.  You're more than
welcomed to jump in with me.  Granted, not that much room
but I think we can manage."

     "You sure?"

     "Would I offer if I wasn't?"

     He made a great point, so I stripped down to my boxer
briefs as well.  Q gave me a once over before turning back
into the bathroom.  I'll admit I was a bit uneasy about the
situation.  Don't get me wrong, I wasn't about to back out
for I'd take lukewarm over freezing water any day, but it
just made me feel odd.   I was about to shower, not so much
with another man `because I've already done with Arsen, but
this was Q.  He was my Big, he held a lot of power in the
Brotherhood and quite frankly, I looked up to him.

     We stood side by side in front of the mirror just
laughing it up because we looked a damn mess.  Then quite
suddenly, Q dropped his boxer briefs and bent over to
activate the shower.  I gasped slightly but not loud enough
for him to hear me.  I was staring at his reflection in the
mirror and I guess you could say I was kind of admiring his
naked ass.  I now understood why he filled out his jeans and
underwear so nicely.

     He got the shower going and jumped in.  Instantly, I
could see the streams of black water running down his lean,
chiseled frame.  "You coming or what?"  I didn't hear him
the first time around for I was too busy looking at the
hefty piece of meat between his thighs; even soft it looked
huge to me.  I wasn't even about to guess how big it for I
was sure I would do him justice.  "Jacob?"

     "Uh.yeah, I'm coming."  The second I took my boxers
off, I felt a twitch in my cock and all I could think of was
`Fuck! Not now.'

     He was already shampooing his hair when I got in behind
him.  And believe me, d I got in quick because I didn't want
him to look over and see anything rising. All I could do at
first was watch him soap up because we only had a single bar
to share.  I was breathless watching him; admiring his nice
firm mounds as his soapy hands slipped between them.  I
realize he wasn't doing it for my benefit, but watching him
was extremely erotic, which at the time never even faze me
that I was thinking this about a guy.

     At one point he bent down a little and put his leg up
on the tub so he could really clean them up; his ass ended
up only a couple of inches from my semi-hard cock.  I just
had to look up while he was bent over to let the cool water
hit me in the face.  It felt great to feel the dirt slide
off my body.

     Q stood back up and was pretty much covered in suds
from head to toe expect for his back which was still stained
here and there.  But he had no probably passing me the bar
of soap over his shoulder and ask if I'd mine cleaning up
his back for him.  What was I going to say?  No?

     I lathered up my hands and worked them around his back,
keeping the bar of soap in my right palm.  He has such a
nice body; I simply can't emphasize that enough.  After a
while, I  stopped thinking about it and allowed my hands to
go where they wanted.  I went down low on his back just
above his ass even though it really didn't need much
attention, but like I said - my hands had a mind of their
own.  Before anyone thinks it, no I didn't actually touch
his ass for I wasn't about to go that far.

     He adjusted the nozzle so the water was on him again
and seemed to enjoy the feeling of having the dirt and grim
wash away.  I watch the shampoo suds travel down from his
hair, down his spine, between his ass crack, and finally
down his legs.  Thinking back on it now, I'm surprised I
wasn't fully boned by then instead I was still semi hard.

     Without warning, Q spun around to rinse his back; his
cock brushed up against mine and continued to do so as he
rinsed himself off.  It was pretty much his cock hugged up
against mine the whole time and it didn't seem to bother
him.  Maybe because it wasn't a sexual thing for him.  It
was just two guys showering together in a really small space
so shit like that was bound to happen.  The thing was I
could've, or more to the point, should've have backed up
some to avoid contact.but I didn't.

     He leaned back a little to get his hair under the water
again, forcing his pelvis to push forward into mind.
Honestly, I just stood there with my eyes closed, enjoying
the feel of the water on my face and his manhood against
mine.

     I was off in another world when Q finally spoke.
"Alight Jacob, you get in front now.  I'm good."

     "Huh.oh, right."

     Gently, he placed his hands on my hips to get around
me; there was very little room to do this so our cocks were
pressed against each other.  As we passed our eyes met and
lips almost brushed; I definitely felt his heat against me.
I was so glad to be in front with my back to him because by
this time, I had a  fucking raging hard on; my dick was
throbbing between my legs and I didn't want him to see it.

     I did the same thing he did, shampooing my hair then
lathering up.  I had to wonder if he was standing behind me
admiring my body like I did his.  I'll never know, cuz I
wasn't about to ask him.  Could you imagine?  "Hey, are you
checking out my ass?"  That would've been funny!

     "Pass me the bar," he said when I was all soaped up.
"Fair is fair."

     And with that, he worked my back like I did his.  I
loved the feel of his hands on my naked skin.  He was gentle
like an old, familiar lover.  I didn't want him to stop and
it made me even harder.  I wanted so badly to reach for my
dick and just give it a few quick strokes but couldn't
exactly do that at the time.

     Q wasn't shy about anything.  He worked my upper and
lower back, the sides of my thighs, and even went as far as
sliding his soapy hands over my ass cheeks.  I didn't mind
one bit, but I was taken aback by his action.

     When he was done he asked if I was going to turn around
to wash off my back, to which I replied, "No, I'm all set
thanks," like he was offering me a bag of fruit.  Putting my
head down, I leaned forward and let the water run down my
back.  He laughed and help me out by rinsing my back for me.
I'd be too embarrassed to turn around with a big bone
stabbing him in the stomach!.

     The water was getting wicked cold by now so that helped
bring my boner down a size or two..  Q got out and I waited
for him to leave the bathroom before stepping out myself.  I
looked in the mirror shaking my head in disappointment.
"You idiot," I whispered.  I didn't want to fuck things up
with Q by coming across like a fucking homo.

     I came out with a towel around my waist to a funny
site.  Q was pulling on his boxer briefs mumbling something
about how cheap they were and how they were riding up on
him.

     He looked back at me smirking.  "You won't be laughing
when they're riding up on you into places you didn't even
know you had."  He threw me the other pair and they hit me
in the face.  "There you go stud."

     I didn't want to drop my towel because I was still semi-
hard so I put them on with the towel still around my waist.
He looked at me funny then laughed and walked over to the
bed to pull back the sheets.

     "I can sleep on the floor if you want," I offered.

     "And why would you do that when we already shared my
bed once?  Don't be stupid.."  With a snort, he finished off
with, "Listen, I'm too tired to argue, so do what you want."
He slipped into bed and turned the lights off.

     I was actually hoping we'd talk some more, but it
didn't look like that was going to happen,  so I jumped into
bed with him, hoping we'd talk on the way home in the
morning.  I laid there staring out the window, watching the
bright flashes of light.  The light brought me back to the
gas station.  I couldn't believe it was just a dream. It
felt so fucking real.  But I only ended up thinking about it
for like hot second because I was about to drive myself
crazy over it.  Within minutes I was fast asleep.

     I can't say I slept for long.   You ever have that
feeling come over you that you're being watched?  That's how
I felt.  Slowly I opened my eyes to see Q leaning on his
elbow staring down at me, his eyes soft and sparkling like a
diamonds under a jeweler's bright light.  We didn't say
anything to each other for the longest time; our intense
gaze said it all.

     A sly smile appeared on his face as he reach down and
brushed my long bangs from my eyes and hooked them behind my
ear; and just like I did the night before, he ran the back
of his hand gently down the side my cheek.

     `Holy shit,' I thought then said out loud, "You were
awake last night?"

     He simply nodded and his perfect smile widen a bit
showing a hint of his white teeth.

     "Why didn't you say something?  Why didn't you beat my
ass?"

     You know what his answer to me was?

     In the softest, nicest voice anyone could possibly
muster, he said, "You are beautiful."

     You know what my response to him was?

     "What's that you say now?"

     He laughed his ass off at that one.  I wasn't so much
laughing as worried my heart was going tear itself from my
chest, it was beating so hard.  Not to mention my cock was
slowly but surely getting harder.  I felt his leg pressed
against mine and as if I was taken over my some alien force,
I parted my legs further so he could slip in-between them.

     "Is this for real or just another crazy dream?"

     "This is a dream come true," he assured me, slipping
his fingers thru my hair.  I wanted to melt into him at that
moment.  Nothing else mattered in the world.  It was just Q
and I.

     "I'm sorry I couldn't say or react sooner, but it
wasn't exactly easy considering our positions with The
Brotherhood.  I know how you feel about me `cause I share
those same feelings about you."

     I was taken aback that he knew!  I sank deeper into my
pillow just looking at him.

     For a moment I could tell he was worried.  "Oh man, if
I'm wrong, I'm so sorry!"  Q pulled away and was slipping
his leg from between mine.

     I was quick to place my hand on his hip to pull him
back and locking my legs around his so he couldn't get away.
"No, it's not that!  It's not that at all!"  I fell silent
for a moment to trying find the right words.  Having those
loving eyes on me didn't help my concentration at all.  "I
guess I've always had a thing for you, but wasn't quite sure
how to handle it really.   I think I convinced myself that
it was just me looking up to you when deep down I knew it
was so much more.  It was hard to get a handle around my
feelings."

     "I understand," he said.

     "This.this isn't supposed to be happening really.  I
mean you're a guy and I'm a guy and we're both guys and this
just doesn't happen."

     "Why not?" he said simply.  "Guy? Girl?  What
difference does it make really?  It's the feelings that
matter, right?  Jacob you blew me away the moment I saw you.
You put a spell on me I think."

     I laughed a cheesy laugh.  "Why do you say that?"

     "Because you were right when you said this shouldn't be
happening.  But not for the reason you said; not because
we're both guys but because I'm your Big and you're my
Little.  This shouldn't be happening because I'm the head of
the house and you're a pledge in that house."  He put his
finger to my lips to silence me before I even spoke a word.
"But I didn't want to be a fool and not act on my feelings.
I wasn't going to miss out something amazing because I was
afraid of what might happen."  He paused for a moment.  "I
don't want you to think I expect you do anything just
because of my position as head of the house.  That's not
what this is about.  Nothing happens unless you want it to
Jacob.  Nothing."

     What else needed to be said?  This was unexplored
territory for me but I was willing to explore it with Q.  As
natural as it is for me to breath, I slipped my hand behind
Q's neck and pulled him down onto my lips.  He kissed me
like I've never been kissed before; not by Alex or anyone
else for that matter.  There was intensity behind his kiss,
a passion that was overwhelmingly real to me.

     When he pulled away I had to ask, "Is this a dream?"

     "Anything but."

     We kissed again for a very long time.  Before I knew it
Q was in-between my legs completely, chest to chest, crotch
to crotch.  I don't know who started it first but as we
kissed we started grinding our covered cocks into each
other.  I loved the feel of his hard cock against mine.  My
dick was begging to get out and I felt my boxers getting wet
from the precum my cock was pumping out.  I held back for I
wasn't sure how far we were going to go.

     He kissed my neck then nibbled on my ear which drove me
fucking nuts.  I ran my hands up and down his back, feeling
him squirm when I tickled his spine from time to time.  I
did go as far as squeezing his ass before I slipped my hands
into his boxers to grab hold of his firm cheeks.  I was
moaning in delight, forcing him to grind harder against me;
loving every kissed he bathed me with.

     "I'm so fucking hard," I said.  Actually, we were so
hard, both our cocks popped out the top of our boxer briefs.
"I want to stroke."

     "I know," he whispered back as he licked my ear.  "But
do you want to stroke or do you want me to stroke you?"  His
deep, seductive voice had me mesmerized; he could've asked
me to do anything I would've done it without question.

     "Stroke me."

     He grinded really hard against me, milking the precum
out of our cocks and bit my ear gently.  "What was that?"

     "Stroke me.stroke my cock.please."

     Taking a fist full of my hair, he pulled my head back
so he could lick me from the base of my neck, over my Adam's
Apple and chin until he finally kissed my lips.

     "Do you want me to stroke you," he stopped to kiss me,
"fast," he kissed me again, "or slow."

     "Fast."

     "You sure about that?" he asked as he slipped his right
hand between us to take hold of my precum covered cock.

     "Fuck yeah."

     So what does he do?  He grips me hard and strokes me
methodically slow.  He knew how to work me because I was
going fucking nuts!  I wasn't about to ask him if I could go
for his meat, I just worked my hand around from his ass,
pulled his boxer briefs down under his balls, stroked his
dick.  I knew he was loving it because I felt his body
shudder against me after the first few strokes.  The sounds
of beating cocks fill the room and the smell cum was
definitely in the air.

     At didn't even realize it at first but at some point he
stopped stroking me and was just holding my cock tightly
while I fucked his fist.  If you're a guy then you know
you've done that shit before; it feels amazing, like you're
fucking a really tight hole.  I did the same for him and I
loved the feel of him fucking my fist.  Eventually I just
took both our big cocks, pressed them together by wrapping
my hands around them, and we jointly fucked my fists.

     "This is fucking hot," I moaned loudly.  "Fuck my fist
Q.fuck it like you're fucking my ass."  The fact that I did
that didn't hit me until the following day, but that's not
important right now.  That got Q fired up for he went to
town, slamming his cock into my fist.

     "I'm going to cum," I told him.

     "I'm with you," he said.

     I was moaning like a fucking banshee while Q was as
quiet as a mouse.  We locked eyes and didn't look away not
even for an instant.  It funny because I noticed we both
bite our lower lips when we're about to cum.

     Q fired the first shoot; a wade of his cum exploded
under my chin.  My first load went flying over my head and
the headboard.  We both released load after load of thick
milky cum, covering my chest and stomach utterly.  I stroke
us a few more seconds to squeeze the last few drops from our
dicks before throwing my hands out to the side totally
spent.  Q on the other hand other ideas.

     He started to kiss me again and I was happy to return
to the favor.  "It's not quite over yet," he declared.

     "What do you mean it's."

     He grabbed my stiff cock and started stroking like it
was the last hand job he'd ever give.

     "Fuck!" I yelled, arching my back and gripping a fist
full of sheets.  My dick was so fucking sensitive and he was
going to town on it.  "Fuck!  Q stop!"  I had to force the
words out after every breath.  "Pleas.no more!  I can't take
it!"  He really wasn't listening.  The more I begged, the
faster and harder he worked my cock.  I was trashing around
like a fish out of water, whimpering like a puppy begging
for some attention.  He licked my neck then scooped up his
own cum with his tongue and kissed me; I sucked on his
tongue like it was a lollypop.  His cum was thick and sweet
and I craved more.  He must've read my mind because he went
down to my chest and scooped some of our mixed cum up with
his tongue and brought it to my lips.  I was in heaven!

     He sat back on his heels and pulled me up so my ass was
on his lap and continued to work my cock over.  From time to
time he would stop and just swirl his thumb around the
extremely sensitive head.

     "Fuck!" I screamed because it hurt so fucking good!

     He reached down and put his free arm around me to pull
me so I was sitting on his lap.  I wrapped my arms and legs
around him as we kissed and he jacked my cock.  Never in my
life have I moaned and whimpered as I did that night.
Luckily the motel was empty because I'm sure people would've
been knocking our doors down to get me to shut the fuck up.

     I ended up exploding before I could even warn him; the
second time around was way more intense, let me clue ya. And
just for the record Q made me cum a third time before we
finally showered again and went to bed.

     I woke up late in the afternoon the following day with
Q spooning me from behind holding me tightly against his
warm body.  I was content to lay there all fucking day and
not move for fear of losing the moment if I slipped from his
arms.  I was afraid I'd wake up with regret, feeling dirty
and ashamed but none of those feeling crept into my mind.
The night before felt right and there was no denying it.  I
don't know when or how it happened but my world got switched
upside down.  Suddenly, it felt completely right to be lying
with another guy like I was doing.  My only fear was that it
wasn't real.that it was all a dream.

     Of course, I  already had my morning wood going like I
always do, when Q began to stir behind me.  I could tell he
was at least semi-hard because I felt his package against
the crack of my ass even though we had our underwear back
on.

     "Morning," he grumbled, kissing the nap of my neck.

     "Mmmm.morning."

     "How'd you sleep?"  Gently, he caressed the length of
my chest and stomach with the back of his hand.

     "Like a rock," I replied.

     "Speaking of which."  I could just feel his mischievous
grin against me as he slipped his hand into my underwear.
He wrapped his fist around my cock and slowly stroked me.

     "Fuck that," I said laughing and put my hand over his.
"Not now. My dick is too fucking sore after last night."

     "Alright," he laughed with me. He was slipping his hand
out when I stopped him.

     "Where are you going?  Just because I don't want to be
stroked right now doesn't mean I don't' want you to hold on
to what's yours."

     He laughed even harder and kept his hands down my
boxers, absently fondling me while we talked. It was fucking
great!

     "Do you regret last night?"  Q got all serious on me
which freaked me out for a moment.

     "Why do you?"

     "I enjoyed every moment and wouldn't change a thing.
But I don't want you to feel like."

     I stopped him by rolling over so we were staring into
each others eyes, intertwined in each other's arms and legs.
"I honestly can't explain what happened last night or why it
did.  I just don't know.  I do know that I have no regrets.
None.  I'm just afraid I'm about to wake up from this dream
any minute now and you won't be here.holding me."

     "This is anything but."

     We fell silent for a long time, stealing a kiss here
and there, but mainly just looking into each other's eyes.

     "What happens now?" I finally asked.  "Where do we go
from here?  How do things change now?"

     Before he could he answered, Q sat up like a rocket
then got out of bed.  I was freaking out because I thought I
had said something wrong.  I did not want to fuck this up.

     "What's wrong?  What did I say?"

     He went for the door then someone started pounding the
shit of it.  Whoever it was called out his name.  Q open the
door to find Shaun and Seth standing there.

     "There you are!" Shaun said as if Q just being there
had made his whole day.

     "What's wrong?" he inquired.

     Before answering, Shaun looked passed Q at me then back
at Q and kind of looked him over once as if to say `what
have you been up to?'

     "What's wrong," Q repeated a bit annoyed this time.

     That snapped Shaun out of it.  "There's been an
incident."  Shaun looked at me one last time before
returning his gaze to Q.  "We need you back at the house
now."

     I was in a daze; confused as to what the hell was going
on.


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