Date: Wed, 9 Apr 2003 19:38:56 EDT
From: GaiasDruid@aol.com
Subject: Group Dynamics-Chapter 13

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'
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OK, I usually take this time to suggest a few series on the Nifty site, but
his time I'm only gonna suggest one.  It's an awesome story called A Studio
In The Country, in the boybands section.  Now, as funny as this story is, and
as great the storytelling (both of which are very true) I send out this plea:
Would the author of that story, Michael Washere, get off his ASS and update
it!  You owe us Chapter 20, and you hinted at a second part of the series
that included *NSync!!  Get witht the posting, man!

That said...

Thanx, and enjoy.

Christian

Email to gaiasdruid@aol.com



Group Dynamics-Chapter 13

    The "meeting" took place the next afternoon in our suite.  We sat
around, chatting amicably amongst ourselves about nothing of importance while
we waited for the girls to arrive.  Matt and I refused to explain what the
meeting was for, preferring to wait until everyone was there before we played
the tape.  A little before the appointed time, Kelly and Rachael came
waltzing in, giggling like pre-pubescent girls.

    "What are you two so giggly about?" Jude asked them as they joined us in
the living room.

    "We just saw a fight," said Kelly.

    "Yeah, those damned seniors are fighting each other," added Rachael.

    "Who was fighting?" Matt asked them, glancing at me meaningfully.

    "Jeff and David," said Kelly. "They were screaming at each other and
calling each other names," she giggled.  "like a couple of elementary school
kids."

    "What?  I wonder what put a bee in their bonnets," Ryan mused out loud.

    "Probably the fact that Jeff happens to wear a bonnet," I quipped,
smirking slightly.

    "Huh?" Josh asked, "Come again?"

    "You'll see," said Matt.  He looked around at everyone.  "We've got a
new development to consider."

    "A new one?" Jude said, sounding exasperated.  "What the hell did those
fucks do now?"

    "Well, maybe you should just see for yourselves," I said, nodding to
Matt.

    Matt grinned and hit the power on the remote, turning on both the TV and
the VCR.  Seven pairs of eyes stayed locked on the screen for the entire
half-hour.  Occasionally, I would glance around and look at the others, and I
swear none of the ever blinked for the half-hour show.  On top of that, there
were noticeable bulges growing in the crotches of the guys, and I swear I saw
Kelly sliding her hand over her clothed crotch.

    We watched the screen go dark, and there was a collective "Oh, my God!"
from the assembled audience.

    Rachael was the first to break the stunned silence.

    "Those fucking hypocrites!  Ganging up on us when one of their own is
gay."

    I shook my head.

    "No, Rach, think about it.  They're still following their attitudes to a
T.  They're so hateful of gay people that they'll turn on any queer, even
one of their own.  You saw the way that Todd turned on Jeff."

    "And don't forget that Jeff never did attack us," Matt added. "He's
always been nice to us.  More so than an RA really has cause to."

    "He knew I was gay.  I'm sure Todd told him about my `confession' at
orientation.  He was probably nice to us for the very reason the others were
vicious to us."

    "Add to that the fact that Kelly said something at orientation as well,
and then we all closed ranks around you guys," Josh said, "he probably felt
it he needed to be nice to balance out the flak he knew we were in for.

    "OK, so this begs the question: What do we do about this?  Do we use this
information, and if so, how?" Ryan asked.

    "Well, I think we should just leave it be," I said.  "We can't let Jeff
know we were spying on him."

    "You're kidding, right?" Jude exclaimed. "This is the best advantage
we've ever had in this little dispute!  An ally on the inside."

    "So, what?  You wanna use him?" I asked.  I shook my head in disgust.
"As I said last night, that would make us no better than them."  I looked at
Josh and smiled.  "I won't be party to that.  I like Jeff.  I'm not gonna
use him, no matter what the benefits."

    "Luke, none of us want to use him," Kelly said in a reasoning voice,
"but you have to admit that this is information that we can't just ignore.
The least we should do is talk to him about it and see if he'd willingly
help us.  If only to give us the heads up on what the rest of the assholes
are planning."

    "Kelly, c'mon.  I see the obvious advantage, but you guys are forgetting
something.  Jeff is no longer in Todd's good graces.  He's not gonna be in
the loop anymore, so it's all a moot point."

    "True, but he could let us know what they had planned before this, when
he was still `in the know'," said Ryan, "It could at the very least give us
an idea of how they're thinking.  That could give us the knowledge we need to
anticipate their next moves, as well as plan our own."

    "Plus, now that he's on the outs with Todd, he's most likely about to
become as much a target as we are," added Jude.

    "That's true, guys," Rachael said, her face going dark. "We should at
least offer him our friendship.  Us queer and queer wanna-be's need to look
out for each other."

    "OK, I'll grant you that," I conceded, "but that still doesn't answer
the question on how we're supposed to approach him without telling him we
were spying on him."

    We were silent for a while, each of us thinking of possible solutions to
out problem.  I sat on the couch, holding Josh in my arms as he lay back
against my chest, my hands idly caressing his chest and stomach.  He felt so
good there.  I knew I was falling for him.  I just didn't know how he felt.
A lot of things have changed since the first time we talked about me being
gay.  He said he had never done anything with a guy but said he wasn't
"adverse to the notion".  My, but we've come a long way.  He even turned out
to be more of a bottom than I am, the only avowed homosexual of the group.
Funny, that.
    I squeezed him tightly, the thoughts running through my brain giving me a
warm feeling throughout my body.  Josh twisted his head back and smiled at
me.  I looked down at him, trying to convey the love I was beginning to feel
for him, but was unable to articulate yet.  Josh gazed into my eyes for a few
seconds and the stretched his neck up to bring his lips to mine in a soft,
gentle kiss.  It wasn't a kiss of passion, just an acknowledgement of the
closeness that we were sharing.  God, but I was so glad I had friends like
these.
     Suddenly, the answer popped into my head.  Friends.  That's what we
were.  That's what Jeff needed.  We could just be his friends, show him that
our love for each other makes us stronger as a group, and thereby as
individuals.  We'd win him over by example.  I looked at the others,
excitement evident on my face.
     "I've got it!"

    I was nervous.

    It's one thing to have the idea, but it was another thing entirely to be
the one chosen to put it into practice.  I stood in front of Jeff's door,
fidgeting, stalling myself.  I knew we needed this.  I knew Jeff needed this,
which is why I thought it was such a great solution.  But, he was a senior.
The other RA's have been his closest friends for four years.  It was going
to be hard for him to go along with this, even if he liked the idea in
principle.  With a sigh, knowing that I was just delaying the inevitable, I
raised my hand to rap my knuckles against Jeff's door.

    The door popped open before I could even touch it.  Jeff's boyfriend
stood there, jacket in hand, the pissed look that was on his face melting
away to one of surprise upon seeing someone blocking his obviously angry
exit.  I stood there for a moment, my hand still poised to knock, before
lowering it sheepishly and clearing my throat.

    "Um, hi.  Is Jeff here?" I asked, feeling silly.

    I noticed a tightening in Jason's eyes.

    "Yeah," he answered me shortly, "he's right here."

    He stood aside to allow me to enter.  With a final angry glance at Jeff,
he stormed out the door, letting it slam behind him.  Jeff sat on his couch
in the living room, looking after his boyfriend (can I say that for sure?)
with an expression of hurt on his face.  He sighed heavily, and then seemed
to notice me for the first time.  I watched his face undergo a drastic
transformation as his eyes shifted over to where I was standing by the door.
The sad, hurt look melted away, replaced by the neutral, blank expression he
had taken to wearing around me and my friends.
    In the past, I dismissed that look as just being a senior looking at
freshmen he thought beneath him.  Now I interpreted that look differently.
He was trying not to show how much he sympathized with us.  He knew the stuff
we were going through, and didn't approve of it, but, until yesterday,
hadn't been in a position to be able to say anything.  He was blanking out
now from habit.  It was time to change that.

    "Hello, Luke," he said with a tightly constrained voice. "What can I do
for you?"

    "Hey, Jeff," I said, walking away from the door.  I moved over to the
couch and sat down next to him.  He unconsciously moved away from me
slightly.  This wasn't gonna be easy.

    "I wanted to talk to you," I continued.
     `Okay, breathe deep, I told myself, just say it.'

     "I've got a problem that I was wondering if you could give me some
advice on.  I remember hearing that you RA types were supposed to be good at
dispensing advice," I added with a grin.

     He smiled back, the first hint of emotion I've seen him direct at me
since the beginning of the semester.

     "I don't know about being good at it," he said, "but I'm willing to
give it a go.  What's up?"

     "Well, um, it's kind of delicate," I was stalling, I know. "See, well,
the thing is, I'm, um, well, I'm gay."
     I looked at him, trying to judge his reaction.  His face remained smooth
and calm, revealing nothing.  I took a deep breath and continued.
     "OK, since you're not running screaming from the room, I'll assume
you're at least okay enough with this to listen to my problem."

     "I've got no problems with you being gay, Luke.  I'm gay too."

     Wow.  That was easy.  Okay, maybe this won't be as difficult as I
thought.

     "Really," I said, feigning surprise, "I had no clue.  Well, this makes
talking to you easier.  OK, so this is kind of a personal problem.  It, um,
deals with a few of my friends."

     He nodded slightly, encouraging me to continue.
     "Well, see, the thing is, you know my suite mates, right?  Well, um, the
past few months, we've all gotten kind of close," I coughed delicately, "I,
ah, mean real close."

     He stared at me blankly for a moment, and then his eyes widened in
understanding.  God, I hoped I was right about him, because I was putting my
friends at risk here.  Jeff looked like he was having trouble speaking.
     "All...all...ALL of you?!?!" he exclaimed.

     "Um, yeah, well some more than others," I smiled ruefully. "Hot as they
all are, it's not always a constant orgy up there.  Some nights we even
study."

     He laughed, his eyes twinkling.  He was warming up to me, and I was
feeling more and more comfortable around him.
     "OK, so what's the problem?"

     "Well, the problem is that my suite mates aren't exactly `out', if you
know what I'm getting at.  I mean, I am.  I have been for years.  But my
friends aren't.  Well, anyway.  People around campus seem to know about me.
I never really made my orientation a secret, and it doesn't bother me that
people know.  But someone has begun playing pranks on me and my friends.  On
all of us.  And making anti-gay slurs, as well.  While I don't like the
pranks and comments, I kind of expect them coming against me.  One of the
dangers of being gay and out, I guess.  But the guys aren't used to them.

     "So, we were wondering if there was something we could do to get them to
stop.  Things are kind of getting out of hand, and I'm afraid one of my
friends is going to get hurt.  I love my friends a lot, and I'm afraid
something bad is gonna happen to them, just because they're friends with
me," I paused.  Next came the real make or break revelation.
     "We think the other RA's are the ones that are going after us."

I was watching his face as I spoke, trying to gauge his reaction.  His face
went from neutral, to concerned, to angry, to chagrin.  By the time I was
finished talking, he had gotten up and was pacing the floor of his suite.  He
paced quietly for a few moments more, and then turned to look at me, his face
a mask of determination.
     "Luke, I'm ashamed to say I knew about these pranks," he began. "I
know who's doing them, and why.  To confirm your suspicions, yes, it is the
other RA's.  Todd is a homophobic bastard, and a hypocritical one at that."

    Jeff joined me back on the couch before he continued.

     "When we were freshmen, he was my suite mate.  We became really good
friends.  Until something happened.
     "We fooled around once, after a night of heavy drinking.  Fooled around
is probably too simple a word.  We did everything.  He even gave me a knob
job, and let me fuck him.  It was one of the hottest fucks I'd ever had;
feeling his ass wrapped around my dick, and then later feeling him buried
deep inside of me.  We didn't just fool around that night, we made love.  We
fell asleep in each other's arms.  It was so calm and peaceful.  But the
peace didn't last.

     "He went into a panic the next morning when he woke up to find himself
naked, spooned up behind me with his dick still buried in my ass.  I let him
believe that we had just been `experimenting' because we were drunk and
horny.  Yes, we had been drinking, but there's no way you can call all the
stuff we did to each other that night experimentation.  He wanted it as bad
as I did, but was too terrified of being identified as gay.
     "So, we never spoke about it again.  He went on to assume that it was
just a mistake, that it was something every straight guy did at one point.  I
never told him what that night meant to me, that it wasn't just a drunken
night of college fun, like it was for him.  See, I knew I was gay.  But after
the way he reacted, I knew I could never tell him that.  And I never did.  He
never found out.  Until yesterday."

     I knew what had happened yesterday; I had seen the video footage, after
all.  I couldn't tell Jeff that, but the fact that he was gonna tell me what
happened was going to make my task that much easier.

     "The guy that answered the door was my boyfriend Jason." He went on. "I
met him a year and a half ago, but we've only been dating for eight months."
 He smiled fondly.
     "He's a hot looking fucker," I said with a grin.

     "Yeah, he is," he said smiling back.  Then his face clouded over.  I
was noticing that Jeff had a very expressive face.  He'd make a lousy poker
player, I thought.

     "He was here yesterday," he went on. "It was our monthly anniversary.
We made love, and as usual, it was hot and erotic and completely satisfying.
We were in that `afterglow' stage, just relaxing in each other's embrace,
when the unthinkable happened.  Todd walked in on us.
     "I hadn't even heard him enter the suite, but he just stormed into my
bedroom, his mouth going on about some trip or other that he wanted to take.
He saw us there, naked, sweaty, and covered in cum, our limbs entwined with
each other.  Needless to say, his reaction was not positive.  The thing he
had been avoiding, pushing away, trying to deny was suddenly thrust into his
face.  He couldn't just laugh it off and forget about it, like I think he
would have done if he'd been alone.  But he wasn't alone.  Dave was with
him.  So Todd had to play tough, or come off as seeming gay himself.
     "And that's what he did.  He attacked me, verbally, mind you, but
viciously.  He called me all sorts of horrible names, berating me for being a
fag, a cocksucker.  I was stunned at first.  I mean, this guy was my best
friend!  But he attacked me like I was a nobody to him.  When he finally
stormed out, I lost all control of my emotions.  He had hurt me deeper than
he probably thought he could.  Jason held me for a while, trying to comfort
me, but then had to leave to go back to base.  He's a military man," he
added with a grin.

     "Well, all day today, I thought about what had happened, and how I had
lived these last four years lying to myself and my friends.  Well, not really
to myself.  I knew I was queer.  But I had been lying to my friends.  I
couldn't help but think that if I'd been honest with Todd from the
beginning, what he saw wouldn't have shocked him so bad.  I'm convinced that
it was a knee jerk reaction.  If he'd known all along, this wouldn't have
been a problem.

     "So, I told Jason today that I wanted to come out of the closet, all the
way.  I want to tell all my friends that I'm gay, and that I'm in love with
a wonderful man, who loves me more than life itself.  But Jason doesn't want
me to say anything.  He's military, and he's terrified that if I come out to
everyone on campus, that it would get back to his C.O. on base.  There are a
lot of Marines from his base that come here, both as students themselves, or
as guests of other students.  He's afraid if I come out, I'll inadvertently
out him as well, since everyone knows that we hang around together all the
time."

     Jeff stood up and began pacing again.
     "I understand his fear, but I just can't hide who I am anymore.  I
don't want to.  That's why he left so upset.  He was still trying to change
my mind."

     Throughout his tale, I stared transfixed at him, in wonder that there
was so much more to the story then what my suitemates and I had surmised.  I
knew what he was going through.  Hadn't I agonized over the same question
myself time and time again?  I shook myself.  Back to the matter at hand.
     "Jeff, my friends and I would be honored to be the first friends that
are in the know," I said, rather formally.  I grinned.  "Being gay is
actually a plus with our little family."

     "I'd like that," he said with a grateful smile. "Does this mean I'm
invited to your next orgy?"

     I laughed.
     "It means you're the guest of honor at our next party," I grinned
evilly. "Of course, this means that you're the table that we eat off of."

     "Hmmm, sounds hot.  OK, deal!"

     "You may not be so enthusiastic once you see Matt naked.  He's a big
boy; big enough to scare even the most experienced queer."

     "If that piece of information was meant to deter me, it failed," he
paused for minute, his expressive face turning serious once again.

     "Luke, um, there are some things that I need to warn you about.  There
are some things that Todd and the others are planning to do to you, and I
don't want them to get away with it anymore."

     "The heads up will be appreciated.  Come on upstairs and meet the rest
of your new family.  We'll see if we can't put your information to use as a
deterrent." I gave him another sly grin.
     "Besides, if they don't stop, you're more than welcome to help us come
up with ways to retaliate," I added.

     He gave me a cherubic smile.  I shuddered.  The last time that grin was
seen, it was on the face of Lucifer just before he took his big dive.
Methinks this forebodes bad tidings for the RA's.  My answering grin
was just as beatific.  Let them come.  We had our secret weapon.
    TBC