Date: Thu, 27 Mar 2003 16:03:40 EST
From: GaiasDruid@aol.com
Subject: Group Dynamics-Chapter 11

This is a work of fiction.  It will eventually contain sexual acts between
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now has a specific direction, and things will so turn out very odd for our
group of heros.  I appologize in advance to anyone who has a problem with a
certain aspect of the sex scene included in today's chapter.  It's essential
to the flow of the story, and I can't just keep dancing around it.  It
happened and the characters were getting mad that I was ignoring it.
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Group Dynamics-Chapter 11
    It was another week and a half before anything else odd happened to one
of our group.  Nothing was ever resolved regarding my car; I ended up paying
for the entire thing.  I could easily afford it, but it was the principle of
the thing that pissed me off.  Neither was anything done about Kelly and
Rachael's door.  Other than having maintenance paint the door over, it was no
more than a minor blurb in some obscure groundskeeper's activity log.  We
milled around on a slow burn, waiting for the administration to do something
other than look at us blankly.  Bakers, the ResLife director basically wrote
off both instances as unlucky pranks.
    Then one afternoon, Matt found his SUV smothered in broken eggs and
toilet paper.  An hour later, Josh came in to tell us his motorcycle had been
drenched in paint-remover, causing the exquisite designs of Celtic art to run
together.  By the time Jude walked in holding back tears of rage at finding
his scooter missing and then someone saying that they saw it in pieces all
over one of the tennis courts, it became clear that we were under a concerted
series of someone's idea of pranks.

    There had been rumors that sometimes seniors took it upon themselves to
torment freshmen as sort of a final mark of passage, but no one had ever
heard anything going on to this scale before.  Ryan, not having any form of
transportation to be vandalized, thought perhaps that it really was just
random, and not targeted at our little group of friends.  This put him at
odds with the rest of us, convinced as we were that these were purposeful,
and not random, attacks against us as a group.  Then Ryan came in the next
day to tell us that one of his lab experiments in biology had been ruined
from someone pissing in it.
    Jude called a meeting of the entire group.  We had to discuss this, to
find out what was happening.  Kelly and Rachael came over that night, and the
mood in the suite was decidedly somber.

    "This is fucked up," Rachael kicked off our bitch-fest. "If it's the
RA's, why are they gunning after us?  What did we ever do them?"

    "Maybe it's just because we're all just convenient targets," I said. "I
mean, we're always together, and we rarely socialize outside of our group.
Even when we do, it never lasts.  We've sort of closed ourselves off from
others, ya know, and maybe they think we're being jerks."

    "We are being jerks about other people," said Ryan. "But that's no
cause to be fucking with our stuff.  You don't trash people's cars and
motorcycles, or sabotage someone's schoolwork just because they don't
socialize.  That's bullshit.  They're after us for some other reason."

    "Well, the only other valid reason I can think of is that they're
against Kelly and me because we're gay," I said, and then saw Kelly glare at
me, "or bisexual, sorry Kelly."

    "OK, that may be a reason," Matt said, "a stupid reason, but it's a
reason."

    "Fine," growled Rachael, "that may explain you and Kelly, Luke, but why
the rest of us?"

    "That's simple," said Josh. "Think about it.  We've already admitted
that we're a really close-knit group.  Maybe they're going after us because
we're such close friends with them."

    "Wait, you mean we're guilty by association?" Jude asked incredulously.
"Isn't that just a bit medieval?"

    "Of course.  It makes a weird sense, doesn't it?" Josh said, shrugging.
"If they're gonna be all pissed off about Luke and Kelly over something as
silly as their sexual orientation, why not attack us just because we're their
friends?  Stupidity doesn't need a reason to exist.  It does just fine
without reason."

    "Scary," Jude muttered, then brightened considerably. "I guess this
means we should be thankful they don't know what the rest of us guys have
been doing too, huh?"

    "OK, all that aside, the point remains that we're being picked on, and
it seems that the school administration isn't gonna do diddly squat about it.
 Now, that begs the question: what can we do about it?"

    No one spoke.  We all sat there silent, lost in thought, getting more and
more depressed over the hopelessness of the situation.  How do you make
people who are in authority stop from doing something wrong when the people
in authority over them won't stop it?  I was almost ready to just leave the
damned school behind and go someplace else.  I so did not need this extra
drama, not with all the shit I've been through and still need to go through
in my life.   But what other choice did we have?

    "So, what do we do?" Kelly asked, her voice sounding small and defeated.
 The tone in her voice was enough to harden Ryan's face.  No one hurt his
friends.  He stood up and turned away momentarily, regaining his composure.
When he spun back around to face us, we could see the cold determination
etched on his face.

    "We fight back."

*****************************************************

     I was having difficulty keeping the spray cans in my arms from clinking
together.  It's not easy to skulk silently when you're carrying twelve cans
of spray paint.

    "Keep that shit quiet," Ryan hissed at me as we moved through the bushes
outside Maple Dorm.  I glared back at him.

    "You could help with these cans, ya know." I hissed back.

    "I've got the eggs, dumb ass!.  Just keep it down or we'll wake up Todd."

    I just grumbled to myself as we continued around the building towards the
Maple Dorm RA's window.  Ryan prided himself on quite the artist and when he
showed us his rough sketch of what he intended to paint on the side of Maple
Dorm, right next to the RA's room, it was several minutes until we could
control our laughter.  Revenge was sweet in any case, but this was gonna be
the sweetest revenge in history.
    We reached our destination and Ryan went to work.  I was there as look
out, nothing more.  The eggs were for David, Pine Dorm's RA.  He was getting
a double dose, because what Ryan was drawing would nail him too.  We would
make our way over there after Ryan finished.  We would meet up with Rachael
and Josh back in our suite later.  They were launching their part of the
attack on Kerry, Ash Dorm's RA, which consisted of placing a few cow piles on
top of her Acura.  Seems we heard something about the acidic component in cow
manure doing horrible things to paint jobs…

     Matt had already finished his task.  He'd placed a small digital camera
outside of our RA's window.  We didn't really know if Jeff was actually
involved.  As I had said earlier, Jeff was usually cordial to us.  But Ryan
said that we weren't gonna take any chances, so even if we weren't going to
do anything bad to him, we could still keep an eye on him.

     That had left Nathan, Oak's RA, and Billy, who was Cypress'.  Nathan
was a thick-skulled nitwit who didn't seem to have two brains cells in his
head to tango with, but was fiercely loyal to Todd.  Todd treated Nathan like
a pet dog, sending him to fetch things and scare off people who wanted to
argue with him.
     Billy, on the other hand, was as smart as a whip.  He was on the Dean's
list every semester, and was always talking down to anyone who didn't measure
up to his idea of what a college student should be.  He was most likely the
one that gave Todd his ideas, since Todd certainly didn't seem like the type
to think of pouring paint thinner on Josh cycle.

     As far as we knew, neither of them had done anything to us, but it was
almost safe to assume that Nathan was the one involved in the moving and
dismembering Jude's scooter.  Ryan was also convinced he was the only one
Neaderthalic enough to actually piss on someone's homework.  He's certainly
acted childish in other ways, so he was immature enough to do that too.  Todd
probably set him up to it.
     There was momentary debate on what, if anything, to do to them.  We
hadn't had any inkling that they actually were involved, but since we had
bugged Jeff, we should at least make sure of them as well.  We weren't trying
to be mean.  We weren't going to go after someone that hadn't done anything
to us.  So we wanted proof.  Nathan and Billy had both been seen snickering
about us, and several times had thrown things at us in the Dining Commons.
How high school could someone be and still be in college?  We were witnessing
the answer.
     Billy had access to the Academic Center at night, since he was usually
up late in the theater working on productions, so that gave Nathan a way in.
Nathan, on the other hand, had the keys to the groundkeeper's tool shed,
giving him the tools he needed to have a go at Jude's scooter.  These things
weren't concrete as far as evidence was concerned, so we had to keep an eye
on them.  Our group only had the one digital camera, and we had that locked
on our RA, so we came up with a slightly different plan them.
     Kelly went to Nathan's room, on the pretense of interviewing him for the
college newspaper.  He was on the football team, and had been getting a lot
of play lately.  She sat down with him for about an hour, she later reported
to us, and through a series of round about questions, was able to figure out
that he had been at the Academic Center the night Ryan's project was
sabotaged.  While she couldn't get him to admit he had actually been in the
science wing (he wasn't that stupid), she did get the idea that he had no
legitimate reason for being up there.

     Billy we handled more straightforward.  We put a microphone outside his
window.  It took less than a day before we heard him bragging to Jeff about
how he had come up with all kinds of pranks to pull on what he called "queers
incorporated".  Jeff told him that he needed to back off and leave "them"
alone, because things were going too far.  We could only assume they were
referring to us, because no one else had reported any pranks.  I noted the
fact that Jeff seemed to be the voice of reason, so we decided to leave him
be until and unless he changed his tune.
     Kelly had work-study in the office of the Academic Center, so we took
advantage of that and her computer savvy.  She went into the school's grading
system during her shift, under a teacher's name, and changed three of
Billy's grades from A's to F's.  He wouldn't know about it until grades
were released, some six weeks away, but by then it would be much too late to
track who had changed them.

     Nathan we handled in a much more common way, as befit his nature.  He
was too much of a dolt to appreciate the subtle nuances of veiled verbal
insults, and he didn't have the impeccable grades or mode of transportation
that we could sabotage.  So we satisfied ourselves with ordering food from
several take-outs and sending them to his room.  Seems he had a habit of
ordering out late at night, so none of these businesses asked questions.  We
heard him complaining to Todd the next day in the Dining Commons, much to our
delight.
     "I'm almost done," I heard Ryan whisper behind me.  I nodded back to
him to let him know I had heard him.  Tonight's adventure was the final set
in what turned out to be a two week long campaign.  After we finished here,
and then egged David's car, all of the RA's that we were sure were involved
will have been hit.

     "Finished.  Let's go."

     I turned around to see Ryan's masterpiece.  I had to slap a hand over my
mouth to keep from laughing out loud.  There, in glorious detail, was the
unmistakable picture of David shoving a very large dick into an evidently
ecstatic Todd, who was drawn bent over grasping his ankles.  Priceless.
     We crept away, stifling our giggles.  Less than three minutes later, we
were standing outside the window of David's room in Pine Dorm.  As much as I
wanted to just start lobbing the eggs at his window, we knew we couldn't
indulge.  We couldn't afford to wake him up and be seen.  The whole of our
plan was to remain hidden in mystery.  Hopefully, the seniors would be so
terrified of someone they couldn't identify that they would be nice to
everyone, us included.  Hey, we never said it was a good plan.
     With as much silence as we could keep between the two of us, we
proceeded to crack the eggs, quickly, one by one, a solid baker's dozen in
all.  Almost immediately after the first shell was cracked and the egg
dumped, the strong, putrid stench of sulfur wafted it's way up to our noses.
We wrinkled our noses and quickly dumped the rest of the rotten eggs below
the window to David's suite.  He wouldn't be able to open his window for
days.  We snickered as the last egg was dumped on the ground, and suddenly
heard what sounded like a chair scrapping across a wooden floor.  It was
coming from inside David's room.
     Ryan and I looked at each other, wide-eyed in surprised fear.  We
clamped our jaws tight and held our breath.  The noises from inside were
silent, and then a light flicked on inside, bathing the ground outside the
window in soft yellow light.  With a small, silent shriek, Ryan and I bolted
for the safety of our dorm.
     When I keyed us inside, we found the others already gathered, chatting
amicably amongst themselves.  Matt and Kelly weren't so much talking as
necking.  He had his hand up her shirt, squeezing and fondling her breasts,
and she had her hand wrapped around his erection, which was jutting up from
his open zipper.
     "Get a room," Ryan said as he let his backpack drop from his shoulder.
I kicked off my shoes and walked over to the couch where Josh, Jude, and
Rachael were sitting.  With a melodramatic sigh, I collapsed in feigned
exhaustion onto Rachael's lap.

     "Get off of me, you queer fuck!" she snarled as she shoved me off
towards Jude.  Jude grabbed me and hauled me onto his lap.  I buried my head
in his chest and sniffed.
     "I have been violated," I wailed, "Avenge me!"

     "Me?  Take on Rachael?" he laughed derisively.  "not on your young,
queer life.  She'd eat me alive."

     Ryan collapsed onto Josh lap, and looked at Rachael with a thoughtful
expression on his face.
     "If it means getting eaten by Rachael, I'll take her on for you, Luke,"
he said, "that is, if she can eat me out as well as you can."

     "You three are nasty," Rachael sniffed haughtily. "I only eat girls, so
back off."

     We heard a squeal come from the other side of the room and we looked
over to see Kelly jump up in glee and run full tilt over to our couch, tits
still free and nude, to land on Rachael's lap.  She pushed her tits in
Rachael's face, and giggled.

     "I heard Rachael say something about eating girls," she said, "and I
couldn't pass up an obvious invitation like that."

     "What about me?" Matt moaned from the other couch.  He was sitting
there, erection standing up free and quivering, with a few drops of moisture
already beading at the tip.
     "Get one of your boyfriends to help you out," Kelly tossed over her
shoulder as she and Rachael began to kiss heavily.

     I watched in amusement as Matt crossed his arms over his chest, a cute
little pout appearing on his face.  He glared at Kelly and Rachael for a
moment or two and then turned to look at the other guys and me with a
pleading look on his face.  With a sigh, Ryan stood up and walked over to
him, where he dropped to his knees before him.  He looked up at Matt's
begging face and sighed dramatically.

     "If I must, I must," he said, and then bent down to swallow Matt's
entire length all at once.

     Matt's back arched at the sudden sensations that surrounded his dick.
Kelly had just been stroking him.  Ryan was going a lot further, and Matt
obviously appreciated the effort.  Ryan slurped and slobbered all over the
length of Matt's hardness, his hands tugging at the cuffs of Matt's jeans,
trying to pull them off of Matt's legs.  Matt helped him out by lifting his
ass off the couch, and his jeans went sliding down around his ankles,
followed a few moments later by his boxers.
     Jude, Josh, and I watched, entranced.  Kelly and Rachael both had their
shirts off, and were gallantly attempting to swallow each other's nipples.  I
watched Kelly slide her hands down the front of Rachael's shorts.  A few
seconds later, Rachael gasped and arched her back as well.  Kelly's fingers
must have found Rachael's entrance.  This was so hot, watching these two
couplings go at each other right in front of us, no concerns that we were
watching.
     I could feel Jude getting rock hard beneath my lap and ground my lap
down into his crotch firmly, earning me a low growl.  Josh had his eyes
locked onto Matt and Ryan, his hand gently rubbing the growing bulge in his
pants.  With a small groan, he stood up and moved over behind Ryan's kneeling
body.  He began rubbing Ryan's ass through his jeans.
     Ryan pulled off of Matt's dick and looked over his shoulder to see who
was knocking at his back door.  With a spit-coated grin, he nodded and
wiggled his ass back against Josh's thrusting hips.  Josh wasted no time in
getting Ryan's jeans off of his body.  His own followed soon after, and
without even seeming to take a moment to breathe, he dove face first into
Ryan's ass.

     Ryan let out a moan that was quickly stifled by Matt's dick.  Ryan was
great when it came to sex, but a tongue up his ass turned him into an animal.
 He slammed his face up and down onto Matt's dick, all the while rutting his
face up and down onto Josh's tongue.  Josh probed as deeply as he could,
applying liberal amounts of spit in and around Ryan's asshole, priming him
for a good fucking.
     After a few seconds, Ryan pulled momentarily off of Matt's dick.

     "Fuck me, already," he groaned over his shoulder.

     Ryan didn't break his stride.  He kept the same in and out motion of his
body going, except when with one movement out, he was pulling out his tongue,
and with the next movement in, he was slamming his dick in where his tongue
had just been.  Ryan's entire body tensed and a loud "Oh fuck!" escaped from
his lips.  Josh held still, allowing Ryan to adjust to the large invading
prick.  Ryan took a few deep breaths, twisted his neck a few times to feel
his tense bones pop, and then gave Josh a nod and a grin.
     As Josh began to fuck Ryan soundly, and Ryan went back to slobbering all
over Matt's waiting dick, Rachael and Kelly had removed the rest of their
clothes and were in furious 69 on the floor at our feet.  I looked down at
Jude and noticed a pained look on his face.
     "What's wrong, babe?" I asked him in concern.

     "You're twisting my hard-on," he said through clenched teeth.

     "Sorry," I said, smiling as I climbed off of his lap to allow him some
room to adjust himself.

     "Thanks," he said as he opened his jeans and pulled them off, freeing a
very hard erection.  The double porn show going on was having its effect on
him as much as it was on me.  As I stood there before him, watching him
remove the rest of his clothes, I had the growing desire to have my own show.
 I stripped down quickly and slipped back down into Jude's waiting arms.
     Our sex was frenzied and satisfying, rushed, as we were, to catch up to
the other two groups.  By the time I heard Josh let out a loud grunt and
presumably shot off into Ryan's ass, there followed a muttered "Oh yeah,"
coming from Matt, signifying his own cream was flooding Ryan's mouth.  I was
riding up and down fiercely on Jude's dick as he stroked my dick with one
hand and pinched and teased my nipples with the other.
     Ryan pulled away from his two lovers and flipped over onto his back and
began beating himself off furiously.  A few seconds later, he erupted in a
huge shower of ball juice, covering his chest and stomach with the warm
liquid.  I watched in lust as both Matt and Josh bent over Ryan's torso and
licked him clean of his essence.
     That sight was all the further stimulation I needed.  With a loud groan,
I clenched my ass around Jude's still thrusting cock and exploded with a
white-hot climax, my cum spurting all over my chest.

     On the floor, Rachael and Kelly's noises were reaching a fevered pitch
as they brought each other to climax as well.  As I leaned back against
Jude's heaving chest, trying to catch my own breath, I watched as first
Rachael, and then Kelly, began to quiver uncontrollably as the climax arose
and hit them with the intensity of bucking bull.

     Feeling my ass clench down onto his dick, as well as watching the girls
peak, brought Jude to his inevitable conclusion.  With a final lunge, he
buried his dick deep into my ass and let loose a torrent of jizm, filling my
insides completely.  He groaned and bit lightly on my shoulder as his body
twitched and bucked from the feeling his orgasm poured over him.
     We lay there, the seven of us, nude, sweaty, and struggling to catch our
breath.  It was a good five minutes before anyone spoke.
     "I take it the `activities' went as planned?" Rachael asked, bringing
us all back down to Earth.

     "Smooth as sin, easy as pie, and as satisfying as a good lay," Ryan
muttered from his place in Matt's arms.

     Kelly laughed while we all smiled at his joke.
     "It definitely was a good lay," she said.

     "I thought I was next," Matt asked with a grin.

     "Like I told you before, you I can have anytime," she laughed.

     "One day you're gonna say that and I'm gonna think off a witty thing to
say back at you," Matt said, with a smile.

     "Until you do, you'll still just be my back-up lay," she said,
snuggling into Rachael's arms.

     We talked a few more a minutes before people began to get their things
together to head off to bed.  Tomorrow we had class, and we would find out
the results of our retaliation.  Tomorrow held our hopes, and possibly our
downfall, depending on how the seniors react.  We all slept fitfully, I'm
sure.  Tomorrow was coming much too fast.
     TBC