Date: Fri, 21 Feb 2003 17:06:44 EST
From: GaiasDruid@aol.com
Subject: Group Dynamics-prologue

This is a work of fiction.  It will eventually contain sexual acts between
consenting men.  If gay sex is illegal in your area, or you're under the age
of consent in your area, or you just flat out don't like queer sex (what the
hell would you be at this site for?) then go away.  Comments, questions, and
ideas welcome and appreciated, and will be responded to.  Please put 'Nifty'
in the subject line so I know it's not spam.
Thanx, and enjoy.
Chris
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Group Dynamics-Prologue
     No one in the world was more aware of my peculiar circumstances than I
was.  In my little group of friends, all but two of us living in the same
dorm, sexual dynamics were a constant and fluid thing.  If one were to take a
moment to decipher all the possible pairings, groupings, and yearnings of our
motley crew of seven, they would uncover almost the entire gauntlet of human
sexuality.  We were an odd group indeed.
     Don't get me wrong.  I wasn't complaining, mind you.  In fact, say
rather that I was intrigued, frustrated, and flattered all at the same time.
There were five of us guys: Jude, Ryan, Josh, Matt, and me, Luke, and two
girls: Rachael and Kelly.  We were inseparable, the seven of us.  Bound
together initially by being second semester freshmen, our group loyalty
strengthened to the point of blood kin by our mutual hatred of a group of
seniors who had chosen the seven of us as the targets for their final year
cruel pranks.
     I guess it was the fact that we all started a semester late, or maybe
because we had initially sought each other out after our little freshman
orientation, but the fact was we were singled out, albeit as a group, and
pranked upon immensely by the evil (we thought) seniors.  We bound together
in a natural defense mechanism, supporting each other, comforting the hurt
feelings of each other, and plotting revenge with each other.  Our bonds grew
to be strong, and we were indivisible.
     We were diverse.  While Jude, Josh, and I were all swimmers (I was there
on a swim scholarship), we were as different as night and day.  I was a
darkly tanned, Irish farm boy, whose naivete was endearing to others, while
embarrassing to me.  Jude was an olive-skinned, Greek Jew, more worldly than
I, but still a kid in a lot of ways.  Josh was from Canada, with a bone-white
complexion and with an arrogant side that sometimes got him into the most
trouble with our senior tormentors.
     Ryan was a soft-spoken kid from Italian ancestry.  He was the brains
among the guys, and usually the one that came up with our retaliation plans
against the seniors.  Matt...well, the best I can say about Matt is to call him
a sexy Mississippian, with a sexy Southern drawl, and a muscular
fresh-off-the-farm body that you can tell was no stranger to hard work.  He
was a farm boy like me, though from the South, and a track-team member like
Ryan.  He was the most outrageously funny guy I have ever met, then or since.
 He was the morale of our group, making us laugh when all we wanted to do is
cry in frustration.
    The girls?  Well, the girls were angels on Earth, with devils inside.
They lived in the all-girls dorm, but spent a majority of their free time in
ours.  Rachael was the tom boy, and a member of the track team.  Kelly was
the stereotypical bombshell.  Ultra-feminine to a fault, she comprised the
heart and nurturing of our little family.  Rather than make us laugh to
forget our pains like Ryan did, she consoled, commiserated with us, soothing
our hurts like a mother hen.
    Aside from the outward appearances that we all shared, beauty, poise,
grace, and fitness, we all had an undying loyalty to each other.  We
encouraged each other to excel in our academics and athletics, to grow in
both mind and body.  Each of us was on the Dean's List after that first
semester, and we all played a sport, some of us two sports.  There was little
about each other that we didn't share.
     It wasn't always like that though.  In the very beginning, drawn
together by mutual needs and fears, we nevertheless held back some integral
parts of our lives.  The story I'm here to tell is the journey we traveled,
the trials we faced, and the pains we inflicted on ourselves and each other
before we became the close knit family that we eventually became.
TBC