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Sam and Chris

Chapter 17: The Roommate Strikes

 

I heard the alarm go off at 7 am on Tuesday morning! `Fuck!' I thought to myself, `next semester I will not schedule a class before 10 am!'

 

Chris shut off the alarm. "Good morning, Sam!" he greeted me. After a brief kiss, Chris added, "I'll go make coffee. I think you might need it to get through the rest of the day!"

 

"I'm beginning to hate Tuesdays... and Thursdays!" I ranted. "Having a chemistry lab at 8 am is cruel and unusual punishment! The only good things on today's agenda is meeting the crew at the gym and then seeing you again after my last class!"

 

"Go get yourself beautiful and I'll get the coffee!" Chris said again as he made his way into the kitchen! `God he has a beautiful ass,' I thought. `I can't wait to get him naked and hard tonight.'

 

I threw myself together and met Chris in the kitchen, "So are you going back to bed, Chris?"

 

"Nope! I'm awake. I'll just take my time getting things together for today!" Chris answered with a smile on his face.

 

"I'll bet you regret asking me to stay here and getting up at this ungodly hour!" I pouted.

 

"Nope! I love waking up next to you. Even if it is 7 am! You're worth the effort, babe!" Chris answered.

 

I grabbed my stuff, kissed Chris, took one last sip of coffee, and headed out the door.

 

After my chemistry lab was over, I was in a much better mood as I headed to the gym to meet the guys. I arrived to find the group already gathered by the door.

 

"Hello, Sammie," Sawyer greeted me. "How's paradise with Chris working out?"

 

"It's great!" I effused. "He's even in a good mood when he wakes up at 7 fucking am! Eventually, his good mood puts me in a more even frame of mind!"

 

We went in to change and hit the weights. After our workout and shower, we headed to the pasta place for lunch.

 

"So," Harrison started after we took seats with our food, "How was your weekend with your families, guys! How did things go?"

 

"Mine was fairly harmless," Glen began. "The only real kicker was when my twin brothers asked me if I'd found a boyfriend yet...? I almost shit my pants. But, I did tell the two of them about Sawyer! Not everyone, at least, in my family has their heads in the sand!"

 

"How did they know?" Tom asked.

 

"They said they had figured it out during my sophomore year of high school. Shit! I didn't even know I was gay during my sophomore year!"

 

"My brother's and my revelations really weren't revelations. Apparently, my parents had discussed one or both of us being gay!" Sawyer admitted. "And, yes, I mentioned Glen! They all want to meet him! Of course, Sammie here had the best weekend of all! He was wined and dined; showered with gifts; and got to feast on Henry's cooking!"

 

"Who is Henry?" Harrison questioned.

 

"He cooks for Chris's grandparents!" I replied.

 

"They have a cook—as in fulltime?" Harrison again questioned.

 

"Yea... Chris's grandparents are a hoot! I really enjoyed our time together. They are so down to earth and real." I injected.

 

"But, they live in a freaking mansion built in 1860 something. One of the Wrigley's lived there at one point." Sawyer said with a smirk on his face. "And, you'd think they would be a little stuffy. But, as Sammie said, they are really, really cool people! You can see where Chris gets his bubbly disposition!"

 

"I guess Harrison and I will need to go back home and announce our engagement... or whatever this is... to our families. Right, Harrison?" Tom said with a grin.

 

"You haven't asked me to marry you yet!" Harrison responded.

 

"I'll put that on my to-do list!" Tom added with a smile.

 

"Are you guys planning on getting married any time soon?" Glen asked Harrison and Tom. "You've been together for a year already!"

 

"We've talked about it, but we think it's too soon! We need a few more years of college under our belts before we take the big leap!" Tom responded.

 

"What about you and Chris, Sammie?" Sawyer asked.

 

"The only mention of getting married was that Chris thought, in three or four years, the ballroom on the third floor of my parent's house would be a perfect spot for a wedding!" I responded.

 

"Wait!" Harrison interjected. "You have a fucking ballroom in your house? I thought you lived on a freaking farm!"

 

"Apparently, my great grandparents liked to entertain. So, when they built the house, they added a ballroom that takes up most of the third floor. There is a commercial kitchen on that floor as well," I explained.

 

"How big is this house?" Tom asked.

 

"I don't really know. It has had a few additions since it was originally built around 1920," I added to my original explanation. "I probably have a picture somewhere on my laptop. I'll try to dig one up."

 

"When are you and Chris going dancing again, Sam?" Harrison asked. "Tom and I want to go really, really badly! But, we don't want to go by ourselves."

 

"I'll ask Chris," I replied. "I'll see what he has planned this weekend. It would be fun to go as a group!"

 

"Maybe we'll run into Mr. Albertson and his hunky husband! I think that would be a highlight of the evening!" Harrison added.

 

"Not to change the subject, but we need to decide on our CS project," Glen began. "Wouldn't it be fun to do a `celebrity' website?" Glen added the air quotes.

 

"And, who might our celebrity be?" Harrison questioned.

 

"Well, I thought maybe that would be where Sammie came into all of this," Glen continued to outline his plan. "Chris is essentially an entertainer. I'm sure he has some photos and videos hanging out that we could put on the site. It would be good for him and good for us."

 

"You're a fucking genius, Glen!" Tom responded to Glen's idea. "Do you think you could asked Chris if he would allow us to do that, Sam?"

 

"I'll be glad to ask him. I might wait until I have him in bed tonight and show him some special favors!" I added with a smile.

 

"Maybe you could video tape that, too!" Harrison suggested with more than a little enthusiasm. "I'd even offer to run the camera!"

 

"Down, boy!" Tom said. "I'm sure Sammie can manage to convince Chris in his own way! Now, it's time to head out, men...! Maybe we can ask Mr. Albertson to come dancing with us!"

 

We were finally finished with our CS TA session. I headed home to meet Chris! When I let myself in, Chris was putting his belongings on the kitchen island!

 

"Hmmm! You're not naked yet!" I greeted Chris while I put my things down.

 

"Not yet, but that can be remedied shortly... especially with your assistance!" Chris replied as I snuggled up to him. "So, how was your day?"

 

"Better now!" I answered. "Essentially, naked and hard!"

 

"Huh?" Chris asked.

 

"Naked and hard. All day, I have these pictures of naked and hard flash though my mind. Sawyer. You. Tom and Harrison. Glen. Mr. Albertson and his husband. All naked. All hard. All day."

 

"My, my," Chris whispered into my ear, "I think I have a very horny boyfriend on my hands!"

 

"Yup!" I replied. "Every fucking guy I've seen today I've thought about as naked and hard. The only exception was my chemistry 101 professor." I switched to subject to something not so erotic. "How was your day?"

 

"Probably not as thought-provoking as yours!" Chris began. "But, I've been thinking about you all day! Maybe we can get naked and hard later!"

 

"You won't need to work too hard to convince me!" I replied. "By the way, Tom, Harrison, Glen, and I were wondering if we could use you as our semester computer science project!"

 

"Use me?" Chris questioned.

 

"Well... that didn't exactly come out right. We were wondering if we could do a website about you and your talent. Sort of a celebrity website." I explained.

 

"Well, I'm not exactly a celebrity, but I think I might be convinced," Chris thought out loud as he played with my nipples through my shirt. "I have thought I should think about getting one anyway. I will probably need to get a few clips together so I can apply for internships this summer. Of course, you would have to grant me unlimited access to your body for the rest of your life!"

 

"That won't be a problem! I've already pretty much agreed to that!" I answered as I returned the favor of playing with Chris's nipples.

 

Chris pulled away slightly as he admonished me, "Let's not get too carried away here. I need to do a few things for classes tomorrow. Then, we have to eat dinner. Then, we have to get naked. Then, we have to get into bed... Then, we can get carried away!"

 

"So, does that mean it's a `yes' about the website?" I asked with one more tweak of his nips.

 

"Sure! I already have some still shoots. And, I should have a few video clips next week. We're going to tape a few things during rehearsal next week!" Chris added with a huge smile on his face. "Of course, you will need to attend every segment we tape!"

 

"Deal!" I added as Chris released me from his arms.

 

"One more item in the negotiation process," Chris began.

 

"What?" I replied.

 

"Will you make love to me again tonight?" Chris whispered into my ear as he nibbled on my ear lobes.

 

"On one condition!" I whispered back.

 

"And, that is?" Chris again whispered between nibbles.

 

"We wear the harnesses you bought us!" I answered.

 

"Done! But, you need to understand that from this day forward, I don't buy us... or you don't buy us... it's we buy us... Okay...?" Chris added as he pulled away from my ear.

 

"Okay! I will adjust my vocabulary accordingly!" I answered.

 

"Now, I am going to attempt to keep my mind off your body as we both finish our classwork!" Chris instructed. "It's only four. We can work until seven. Make dinner and eat. Maybe do more homework if we still need to. Then, I plan to have us naked, wearing our harnesses, and in bed by 10:30 at the latest. How does that sound?"

 

"My only disappointment is waiting until 10:30 to see you naked!" I answered.

 

"Work quickly!" Chris said as he kissed me. He patted my ass and made his way to his study.

 

I pulled out my laptop, and attempted to finish my paper on David Sadaris and his writing for my English Lit class. It was easy to write because I have been a big fan of David Sadaris ever since I discovered his writing when I was a junior in high school. I think I have read everything he has ever written, including some articles and short stories that he has published in some magazines. I was actually surprised that our English Lit professor had him on the list of possible authors to write about.

 

I was putting the finishing touches on my paper when Chris appeared at my side, "Hey, lover boy! How's the homework going?"

 

"Good! I've surprised myself!" I replied to Chris's question. "I am finished with my English Lit paper on David Sadaris and his work! I feel sort of guilty because I've been reading his stuff since my junior year in high school! He's got to be one of my favorite authors."

 

"Mine, too!" Chris replied. "Are you hungry?"

 

"Starved!" I answered. "I want to help with dinner tonight. Start me off with something simple so I don't screw it up!"

 

We went to work on dinner. Chris had me make a salad. That was safe! No heating. I could take my frustration out about my chemistry course on the greens and vegies.

 

Chris went about creating another excellent dinner. While we were eating, I asked Chris, "Chris! If you're not busy tomorrow around 4, would you mind joining Tom, Harrison, Glen, and me to discuss your website for our project?"

 

"Sure! I'd love to! It will give me more time to be around you!" Chris replied with a smile.

 

"What kind of still shots do you have?" I asked.

 

"Let me get them," Chris replied as he moved to his office. When he returned, he put a file folder next to me. "See if these will work!"

 

I leafed through the folder with several professionally done—mostly black and white—photos. Some were pretty tame. A few were a little more suggestive.

 

"I like all of these, Chris. It's a very diverse collection," I said after I had finished looking at the thirty plus photos. "But, I think you need some `bad boy' photos!"

 

"'Bad boy' photos? Like what for instance?" Chris asked.

 

"Maybe something a little more revealing! Jeans and a tight t-shirt. Maybe jeans and an open shirt. Maybe bare chested. Maybe with mirrored sunglasses. What do you think?" I spit out.

 

"Are you trying to make me into a porn star?" Chris asked with his right eyebrow slightly raised.

 

"No! I'm just trying to let everyone know what a handsome, sexy, beautiful man you are!" I explained. "Do you have a camera?"

 

"Yes. I have a Nikon. But, I don't know how to use it that well!" Chris answered as he went into his office. He returned with his camera. "Will this do?"

 

"Fuck, Chris!" It was a Nikon D5300 with a 25 mm to 200 mm zoom lens. "It's just like mine! I got it for a birthday present last January!" I answered with excitement in my voice.

 

After we cleaned up the kitchen, we decided to do a `photo shoot'! I got some great shots of Chris in various sexy poses. Chris was an extremely photogenic, sexy, and very skilled model. My favorites were the ones of Chris in some extremely tight jeans and no shirt! Wolf! I put them all on my laptop and turned them into black and white images before I shot them to the printer.

 

"So, lover boy! What do you think?" I asked Chris when I retrieved them from the printer.

 

He leafed through all of the shots I had printed and announced, "You, my dear man, can do all of my publicity shots if I become even remotely famous! These are magnificent! I didn't know you were such a terrific photographer!"

 

"I had inspiration!" I added as I kissed Chris on the lips. "I think the guys will be very, very inspired, too!"

 

"All of this photography stuff has made me a very horny guy!" Chris announced as he took my hand and led me into the bedroom.

 

"That makes two of us," I added.

 

We both stripped and quickly dawned our harnesses. Chris laid on his back in bed and pulled me down on top of him.

 

I started kissing Chris passionately on the lips and he responded in kind. We were both hard as could be.

We continued our kissing and fondling. As we kissed my hands were rubbing his muscular arms while he gently fondled my ass and back.

 

I lowered my face to his balls and began to lick them. Finally, I raised his legs to my shoulders and moved my mouth and tongue to his muscular ass and began to hungrily rim his butt hole.

 

"Fuck that feels good!" Chris exclaimed.

 

I whispered in response. "You have the best ass, Chris!"

 

"I want you in me, Sam! Please fuck me!" Chris replied as he handed me the lube.

 

I opened the lube and shot a good amount on my hands and rubbed it into his hole. Then, I started to gently massage his hole with my index finger. "Shit! You're good!" Chris whimpered.

 

I continued to work my index finger gently into Chris's ass. He whimpered more.

 

"Time for the second?" I asked.

 

"Yea. I think so," he replied.

 

I started to massage his hole with my index and middle fingers. He whimpered more. I continued to work my fingers in and out. He was still whimpering—almost moaning with delight. I continued until Chris muttered, "Another, please. That feels so, so good, baby."

 

I inserted three fingers in him and continued working and massaging. Several minutes later, his moaning and grunting pleasant sounds grew pretty frequent. "You think you're ready, babe?" I asked.

 

"Yea! I am so more than ready," Chris responded in a guttural voice.

 

I generously applied more lube to my dick. I moved Chris's legs over my shoulder and positioned my cock on his eager hole.

 

"Tell me if you want me to stop or if I'm hurting you, please?" I asked.

 

"Yup. Now, fuck me. Please!"

 

I started to massage Chris's hole with my hard cock. I started my decent into Chris's tight hole. I watched his eyes to make sure I wasn't hurting him. He had a smile on his face. I made it half way in and paused. "You okay?"

 

"Yea, lover man. I'm better than okay. Your big cock was meant for my ass! Keep going, please. Just like you were. Slowly." Chris whispered.

 

Again, I slowly pushed my dick further in. One long, slow push and I felt Chris's ass hit my balls. I gave it one more push.

 

"I think we're there, baby." I asked.

 

"God! Yes! Hold it there for a little bit." Chris whispered. "You have to promise me you won't wait so long to fuck me again."

 

"I promise," I replied. I leaned down and kiss Chris softly on his lips. He grabbed my head and pulled me tighter. We were passionately kissing, tongues deep in each other's mouths.

 

I slowly started pulling out and pushing in. Short strokes at first. Finally, I pulled my hard cock almost out of his ass and thrust it back in in one quick stroke.

 

"Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me." Chris almost yelled.

 

I started fucking his hole in and out in long, strokes. Several minutes later, as I gained momentum, I could feel myself getting closer. "I think I'm close."

 

"Breed me, baby. Breed me." Chris yelled.

 

Finally, I couldn't hold it any longer and I felt my dick spasm one volley after another. "Fuck! Yes!" I screamed.

 

Chris grabbed my head and pulled it so our lips met. He caressed my mouth with his tongue. We were locked in another volley of hot passionate kissing until I felt my cock deflate and finally pop out of Chris's hot hole.

 

"Fuck that was good!" Chris exclaimed.

 

"Oh! God! Yes!" I agreed.

 

I flipped off Chris and put my head on Chris's sweaty, muscular chest. I began playing with Chris's nipples. "I think it is your turn, love!"

 

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Chris's phone sounded promptly at 8 am. Chris shut off the offending alarm and snuggled next to me again. He began to kiss the back of my neck. "You make waking up a very pleasant experience, Sam!"

 

I turned around in my lover's arms to face Chris, "I never knew that I would become a morning person! But, I really look forward to waking up with you next to me... And, going to sleep with you next to me... And, eating dinner with you next to me... And, talking with you next to me... I think you get the idea that I'm madly in love with you!"

 

"And, I'm madly in love with you, too!" Chris added as he kissed me. We continued our make out session for a few more minutes. "We'll have to continue this at a later time... I need to make coffee... Then, we can make ourselves respectfully clean!"

 

"Can't we just stay in bed all day?" I whined.

 

"Your father would hang me by the balls if he found out I was responsible for you missing classes! So, the answer is no... I happen to like my balls just the way they are!" Chris responded with a grin.

 

"So do I!" I answered as Chris took the first turn at climbing out of bed. Chris headed for the kitchen and I headed toward the bathroom.

 

When we were finished getting ready and sipping a little coffee, we walked to campus and parted ways. I reminded Chris to meet us at Starbucks at 4.

 

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Chris and I met outside Starbucks before finding the rest of the gang inside.

 

"Hello, sexy!" I said as he kissed me on the cheek.

 

"I've been looking forward to kissing you all day!" Chris responded as he took me by the hand and led me inside the coffee shop.

 

We grabbed coffee and found Glen, Sawyer, Tom, and Harrison sitting in the back at the biggest table in the shop.

 

"Hello, men!" Sawyer greeted us. Chris and I greeted Sawyer and Glen.

 

"Chris, I'd like you to meet Tom and Harrison. This is Chris!" I introduced Chris to the other two members of our group.

 

"It's great to finally meet you, Chris!" Harrison answered. "Sam talks about you all the time!"

 

"So, Chris, does your presence here mean Sam has convinced you to let us do a website for you?" Glen asked.

 

"For sure!" Chris responded. "Sam can be extremely convincing when we puts his mind to it!"

 

"Let them see your still shots, Chris!" I began. "Then, we can figure out our approach!"

 

Chris handed Tom and Harrison the folder with the photos. "I should have some video next week. We are going to film some of the rehearsals." Chris added.

 

Tom and Harrison began to flip through the photos. When they arrived at the ones I took last night, Tom and Harrison's eyes got really big. "Shit, Chris! If your singing and acting career goes south, you can always get a job as a porn star!" Harrison exclaimed. "Who took these last few shots? They look a lot different from the first ones. They are more... more... sexy!"

 

"Sam took them last night after dinner!" Chris explained.

 

"These are excellent!" Tom added.

 

"I had terrific inspiration!" I replied. "Besides, he's a natural model."

 

Tom and Harrison handed the file to Glen and Sawyer. As Glen and Sawyer looked through the file of photos. Finally, they arrived at the ones I had taken. "Holy fuck!" Glen exclaimed. "Harrison is right! Why don't we all drop out of school and start a porn studio?"

 

"I somehow don't think my grandparents would approve!" Chris added with a smile. "But, I am flattered! Thank you, Glen!"

 

We talked for the rest of two hours about how we were going to structure the website. Harrison kept looking at the photo of Chris in jeans and without a shirt. Finally, we all said our goodbyes and headed to our respective domiciles.

 

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Finally, my last class on Thursday ended at 3. `Now I could see Chris,' I thought. `Maybe we could go to the condo after an obligatory coffee and get naked and hard.'

 

When I arrived at Starbucks at 3:15, I saw Chris with his head in a book sitting at our favorite table in the corner. I quietly moved toward him and said, "Hey stud! How are you hanging?"

 

Chris looked up at me and smiled his killer smile and replied, "Much better now, stud!" He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

 

"I gotta get caffeine. You want something?" I asked Chris.

 

"Nope. I'm good. Just get back here quickly. I want to feel your warm body next to me!" he said quietly.

 

I retrieved my dark roast coffee and sat down next to Chris. "How was your day?" I asked.

 

"Terrific! I knew I was going to see you!" he replied with a smile. "Yours?"

 

Suddenly, after about 15 minutes of chatting my phone started to ring. I fished it out of the pocket of my cargo shorts and saw Sawyer's name on the caller id. I answered, "Hello, Sawyer. What's up?"

 

"Sam! It's Brandon," Sawyer excitedly said. "He's here in our room. He's crying hysterically! He's been asking for you! I called Todd the RA! He's on his way here! His fucking roommate went ballistic on him. He called him a faggot."

 

"Stay calm, Sawyer!" I said as calmly as possible. "I'm at Starbucks with Chris. I'll be there as quickly as I can! Stay calm!"

 

I hung up the phone and turned to Chris, "Brandon's in our room. He's crying hysterically and asking for me! I need to go."

 

"I'm right there with you!" Chris said.

 

We both scooped up our stuff and dashed out the door. I opened the door to our room. Chris was right behind me. Brandon was sitting on the sofa. Sawyer had his arm around him. Todd was kneeling in front of Brandon.

 

"Dude! What happened? What's wrong?" I asked Brandon.

 

Brandon jumped up and pulled me towards him. He was still crying hysterically, but was able to get a few words out of his mouth between his sobs. "My roommate... found an e-mail on my computer... to Matt... I was writing to Matt... about our conversation... it was pretty descriptive... My roommate called me a faggot... He was... yelling fagot... in my face... yelling. Then, he started on me... He slapped me... Several times... All the while... calling me a faggot... He threw my... laptop across the room... He's going to tell my mother... She'll hate me... because she will know I'm gay... Sam, I don't know what to do!"

 

I hugged him tightly to me. "Brandon! Calm down! We're here to help you! You're going to be alright! Understand?"

 

"Ahuh..." he said meekly between his sobs. He was starting to calm down.

 

"Sam," Todd said turning to me, "do you know what this is all about? All he's been saying is his laptop is broken. He needed to talk to you."

 

"Is it okay to tell them, Brandon?" I asked.

 

"Yes," he said meekly.

 

"I don't know all of the details, but what I do know is this... Brandon and his roommate, Ben, haven't been getting along. Brandon and his practically life-long friend, Matt, were... sexually intimate with each other. I can only guess the rest." I explained as I continued to hold Brandon tightly against me. Brandon was still sobbing on my shoulder.

 

"Why do you think your mother will hate you if your roommate tells her you are gay?" Todd asked.

 

"She hates... all gay people... She says... they are... part of the... devil's work... She'll hate me... She'll disown me..." Brandon replied through his sobs. "Besides, he said... he's going to tell... the whole school... I'm a faggot... Everyone will... hate me..."

 

"Brandon," Todd softly tried to reassure, "no one at this school is going hate you because you are gay! No one cares!"

 

"Yea, Brandon," I began to reiterate Todd's point of view, "Chris, Sawyer, Glen, and I are gay and no one—that we know of at least—hates us."

 

"My roommate... does... He hates... all gay people..." Brendon said. He was starting to calm down a little.

 

"Brandon," Chris asked, "you said your laptop was broken. Did your roommate break it?"

 

"Yes... he threw it... across the room... The screen... is shattered... I don't have... the money... to replace it..."

 

"Where's your roommate now, Brandon?" Sawyer asked.

 

"I don't know... he slammed... the door shut... when he left... He was yelling `Fucking fagot! I have a fucking fagot for a roommate!' I haven't... seen him since..."

 

"We need to get your things out of your room, Brandon!" Todd declared. "Give me your keys and I'll bring your stuff to my room."

 

Brandon dug his room key out of his jeans and handed it to Tom. "I don't have much... Just a few clothes... my phone... and my laptop."

 

"Stay here with Sam, Sawyer, and Glen, Brandon!" Todd ordered.

 

"I'll help get his things," Chris volunteered.

 

"Thanks, Chris, it is Chris, right?" Tom asked.

 

"Yes," Chris replied as both he and Todd headed to Brandon's room.

 

Several minutes later as Brandon was slowly calming down, Todd and Chris returned.

 

"We put all of your clothes and things out of your desk in my room for now, Brandon," Todd informed us. "Here is your phone. We need to get campus security here. Sawyer, could you please call them?"

 

"I'd be glad too. We have the number posted on the door." Sawyer said as he moved to get the number from the emergency contact list on the door.

 

"I think," Todd added, "you need to talk to your attorney to file charges of, at least, destruction of property."

 

"I don't know any attorneys!" Brandon almost shouted. "Besides, I can't afford one!"

 

"I do!" Chris forcefully told Brandon. "Let me call my Grandfather. He's an attorney in Chicago. I am sure he knows someone in the area. Is that okay, Brandon?"

 

"I guess," Brandon said, again very meekly.

 

Chris went into the corner of the room and called his Grandfather. "Gwen! Hello! This is Christopher Johnson. Is Mr. Washington still in his office?"

 

Chris waited for a few moments and finally greeted his grandfather, "Grandpa. Hello. It's Chris."

 

Chris waited while his grandfather spoke. "I'm fine, Grandpa. But, I need your help. A friend of Sam's—and now a friend of mine—has been verbally and physically abused up by another student here on campus because he's gay. Some of us think he might need to talk to an attorney. He doesn't know one."

 

Chris again waited while his grandfather spoke. "His name is Brandon." Chris turned to Brandon and asked, "What's your last name, Brandon?"

 

"McIntosh," Brandon said.

 

Chris again turned his attention to his grandfather on the other end of the phone, "McIntosh."

 

Another pause and Chris again answered, "I don't know, but I don't think so."

 

Another pause... "His laptop was busted, too. It looks in pretty bad shape."

 

Another pause... "Okay. I'll tell him."

 

Chris ended the call and approached the group. Brandon was finally sitting quietly on the sofa. "Okay, Brandon. Here's the deal. My grandfather has a classmate from law school who teaches at the law school here. His name is Leo Davison. My grandfather is going to contact him. He's pretty certain Mr. Davison will be willing to help you with anything you need. Grandpa thought you should start talking to the campus police as soon as possible. Grandpa is going to have Mr. Davison contact you through me."

 

"Thank you, Chris!" Brandon said as he got up from the sofa and went to where Chris was standing and gave him a big hug.

 

"You're welcome Brandon! I'll give you Mr. Davison's contact information as soon as I get it."

 

Soon there was a knock on the door and a voice from the other side loudly said, "Campus Security."

 

Sawyer opened the door to let in two uniformed campus security officers. "I'm Officer Kirkpatrick. This is Officer Michaels. Which one of you is Brandon McIntosh?"

 

Brandon slowly raised his hand. Officer Kirkpatrick pulled up one of the desk chairs and began speaking with Brandon, "Do you want to talk about this here or would you prefer a more private place?"

 

"Here is fine, Officer," Brandon said softly, "I want my friends around. Otherwise, I don't think I could talk about this."

 

"I understand completely. So, who is your roommate?" the officer asked.

 

"Ben Griffin, Sir!" Brandon practically spat out his name.

 

"Is that the arrogant, rich boy scumbag we attempted to arrest here a few weekends ago?" the officer asked.

 

"One in the same," Todd responded.

 

"Okay... Now, Brandon can you tell me exactly how this happened?" the officer asked.

 

Brandon began to tell the story as Officer Kirkpatrick began to take notes. After a few minutes, Brandon's voice began to crack, but he managed to tell the officer everything to the point that his roommate angrily stalked out the door of their dorm room.

 

"Thank you, Brandon," Officer Kirkpatrick said. "I am only confused by one item. What in your e-mail to your friend made Mr. Griffin think you were gay?"

 

"Ahm... I was explaining to Matt, my friend, that I had told Sam about the sexual intimacy between Matt and me."

 

"Now I understand," Officer Kirkpatrick responded.

 

Just then Chris's phone began ringing and he answered it, "Christopher Johnson."

 

Chris listened to the voice on the other end of the conversation and replied, "Mr. Davison. Thank you for calling."

 

Another pause, "That's what my grandfather said."

 

Yet another pause, "He's right here if you want to talk to him."

 

Chris handed his phone to Brandon and explained, "Brandon, it's Mr. Davison. He wants to speak with you."

 

Brandon took Chris's phone and turned to Officer Kirkpatrick and said, "Excuse me for a moment, please, Officer Kirkpatrick."

 

"Certainly! Take your time," Officer Kirkpatrick answered.

 

Brandon went to the other side of the room to confer with Mr. Davison.

 

"What happens next, officer?" Todd asked.

 

"Well, it mostly depends on what Brandon wants from all of this." Officer Kirkpatrick began his explanation. "I will need Brandon to come down to the station and make a formal statement. Then, at the very minimum, I think Brandon's attorney should file suit for destruction of property. He could also be charged with battery. He might even want to file for a restraining order. The roommate might try to inflict more harm to Brandon. Let's leave this to Brandon and his attorney. I know Mr. Davison professionally. I have dealt with him before. He is very, very good at what he does. I know he will have Brandon's best interest at heart."

 

Brandon finally returned and sat on the sofa by me. He handed Chris's phone back to Chris and said, "Thank you so much, Chris! Mr. Davison seems like a really nice person." Brandon turned to Officer Kirkpatrick, "He also said that if you want a formal statement that he wants to be in the room with me."

 

"Of course," Officer Kirkpatrick said to Brandon. "As I was telling your friends here, Mr. Davison in an extremely competent attorney. He will have your best interest at heart. And, yes, we do need a formal statement as soon as possible."

 

"How about now? I can call Mr. Davison to see if he can help me with the statement now." Brandon stated.

 

"I think that will be fine," Officer Kirkpatrick began. "However, I feel you shouldn't stay in your room tonight in case your roommate returns. Do you have another place where you could stay?"

 

"He can stay with us," Sawyer said.

 

"If it would be better to have Brandon away from the dorm entirely, he can stay with Sam and me at our condo." Chris offered.

 

"You'd do that for me, Chris?" Brandon asked.

 

"Of course!" Chris said.

 

"That might be best," Officer Kirkpatrick suggested. "The further away from possible contact with your roommate will be in your best interest, Brandon."

 

"Then, it's settled!" Chris said. "Pack your bags Brandon! You can come, too, if you want Sawyer, Glen!"

 

"Thanks, Chris," Sawyer responded, "but I think we'll pass on your generous offer."

 

Officer Kirkpatrick and Officer Michaels left. Brandon went to Todd's room to get things he needed for the next day. Todd drove us to campus security and waited for Brandon to complete the statement. Then, he wanted to drive us to the condo so there was no chance of running into Ben Griffin.

 

The four of us were asked to sit in the waiting room until Mr. Davison arrived. I asked, "How are you holding up, Brandon?" I asked.

 

"I'm doing okay. I'm a little nervous, I guess," Brandon answered.

 

Finally, a very handsome older gentleman in a well-tailored suit entered the reception area and walked to where we were sitting, "Is one of you Brandon McIntosh?"

 

"Yes, Sir!" Brandon said as he stood up.

 

"I'm Lee Davidson. It's nice to meet you!" Mr. Davidson said as he offered his hand to Brandon to shake.

 

"Thank you, Sir! I really appreciate you doing this for me! Before Chris called his grandfather this afternoon, I was a little frightened about what might happen to me. I don't know much about legal things." Brandon explained.

 

Our little group stood while Brandon introduced us to Mr. Davidson. Mr. Davidson shook each of our hands then turned to Chris, "Maybe later, after this situation is more under control, you, Sam, and I could have a little chat. Tom—your grandfather, I mean—suggested that we get to know one another."

 

"That would be terrific, Sir!" Chris replied. "And, besides, we both know what my grandfather wants, he usually gets!"

 

"Yes, indeed!" Mr. Davidson said with a smile on his face. He turned his attention to Brandon, "Are you ready, Brandon? I am pretty certain your friends will have to wait here in the reception area for us to finish."

 

"Let's get this over with!" Brandon said.

 

"I don't think we will be long, gentlemen!" Mr. Davidson said to our group.

 

"Thank you, Chris!" I said to him after Brandon had left with his attorney.

 

"For what? I didn't do anything!" Chris protested.

 

"I think you did a lot!" I continued. I also gave Chris a kiss on the lips. "You made Brandon feel much better—about himself and his situation. You found him an attorney. You are providing a safe place for him to stay tonight. So, your little `I didn't do anything' is crap!"

 

"That's what friends are for!" Chris stated very emphatically.

 

I kissed him again.

 

Chris, Todd, and I waited for about 45 minutes until Brandon came out accompanied by Mr. Davidson and Officer Kirkpatrick.

 

"How did it go, Brandon?" I asked him. He had a definite smile on his face.

 

"Better than I expected, especially knowing you guys were here to support me. And, Mr. Davidson made sure things moved along smoothly." He said to the group.

 

Officer Kirkpatrick meanwhile had turned to Todd, "Do you know where this Griffin boy is staying?"

 

"No, I don't. I'm certain he was not in his dorm room after the incident with Brandon." Todd replied.

 

"Well, if you hear anything about his whereabouts, please let me know," Officer Kirkpatrick said. "We should have a warrant for his arrest in an hour or so. Mr. Davidson is arranging a restraining order to keep him away from Brandon."

 

"Yes, Officer! I'll keep you posted if I find out any more information," Todd said to the officer.

 

"I need to see my friend the judge for the restraining order, so if you gentlemen will excuse me, I'll be on my way." Mr. Davidson said and headed toward the door.

 

"Are you staying with Chris again tomorrow tonight, Brandon?" Officer Kirkpatrick asked.

 

"Yes, he is," Chris answered for Brandon.

 

"Good! I think that will be wise until we have this Griffin boy under arrest." Officer Kirkpatrick said. "I, too, have some things to finish up here, so I had best get to it!"

 

Todd drove us to the condo.

 

As we entered Chris's condo, Brandon exclaimed, "Jesus Christ! Chris this place is fucking nice!"

 

"Thank you, Brendon! Sam, why don't you show Brendon around and I'll figure out what I can make for dinner. I, for one, am starved!"

 

I showed Brendon Chris's condo, including Chris's room and the guest room. When we returned to the kitchen, Brendon again expressed his amazement of Chris' home. "This is really nice and big! My mom, my brother, and I live in a place about the size of your living room."

 

"Thank you, Brandon!" Chris replied. "I am making some Mac and Cheese with some leftover ham and broccoli. I hope that is acceptable."

 

"On such short notice, babe," I said, "that is perfect! Besides we need to get some rest. Tomorrow is another school day!"

 

Brandon's phone began to ring. "Shit! It's my mother...! Hello, mom."

 

Brandon paused as he listened to his mother. You could tell she was yelling, but neither Chris nor I could understand what she was saying.

 

"But, Mom..." Brandon began to explain something, but he was obviously cut off. His mother was again screaming into the phone.

 

"Mom, please, let me explain..." Brandon said into his phone a little more loudly but was again cut off by his raging mother.

 

"Yes, Mom! I'm fucking gay just like my asshole roommate said...." Brandon was again cut off.

 

"Go to fucking hell yourself, Mom. I'm fucking tired of your rants! I'm glad you won't be a fucking part of my life anymore!" Brandon screamed into his phone and ended the call.

 

Brandon threw his phone on the sofa, sat down, and started crying histerically. Chris and I sat on either side of him and tried to console him.

 

"My fucking asshole roommate called my homophobic, evangelical Christian mother and told her that I had sex with my best friend Matt. He told her that I was a fucking faggot. He told her that everyone at the school will know by tomorrow morning. He said he thought she should know. I'm sure you heard the rest." Brandon was able to tell us before he completely broke down crying.

 

"It will be okay, Brandon," I said as I put my arm around his shoulders.

 

"Let's have something to eat... and a beer to calm our nerves," Chris suggested.

 

Brandon and I both accepted Chris's offer. Soon we were eating a very scrumptious dinner Chris had created.

 

As we were finishing dinner, Chris spoke up, "Brandon, you have a choice of sleeping arrangements. You can either sleep with Sam and me in our bedroom, or you can have the guest room. Your choice. But, just so you know, we sleep naked and might pop a boner during the night."

 

"I think you shouldn't be alone, Brandon," I suggested.

 

"If you don't mind," Brandon began, "I'd rather sleep with you guys. I'm not sure I'm ready to be alone right now."

 

"Okay, men," Chris said in the tone of a drill Sargent, "time to get naked and go to bed. I am exhausted. When do you need to be in class?"

 

"I need to be at my first class by 10 am," I replied.

 

"Mine is at 10 am also," Brendon added.

 

"I'll set the alarm for 8, then," Chris said. "For tomorrow morning, there are three showers here. Sam and I will be in one, and you, Brandon, can have your choice of the others."

 

Chris led the way into the bedroom and Brendon and I followed. We all three began to strip. I noticed Brendon eying Chris's muscular body.

 

Finally, Brandon spoke up, "Chris, the more I see of you the more you remind me of Matt. Your body and his are almost identical!"

 

"Well," Chris replied, "I can't wait to meet my twin someday soon!"

 

"Me either," I added. "Where should we put Brandon? Middle or side?"

 

"Where do you want to be, Brandon?" Chris asked.

 

"Would you mind if I took the middle?" Brandon replied shyly.

 

"Middle it is, then! Places, men!" Chris ordered.

 

After we were in bed, Chris leaned over Brandon and kissed me on the lips. He even gave me a little tongue. He kissed Brandon, too. Once the lights were out, I think we all three were asleep instantly! We were definitely tired.

 

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I woke upon Friday morning a few minutes before the alarm sounded. Brandon was facing me and we had our arms around one another. Chris was spooned up to Brandon's backside and he had his muscular arms wrapped around both Brandon and me.

 

When the alarm sounded, Chris reached over and shut it off and ordered, "Okay men! It's that time! Hit the toilets! I'll go make coffee."

 

Brandon and I stirred but did not immediately get out of bed. Chris walked out of the bedroom naked, hard, and smiling.

 

"Did you sleep well?" I asked Brandon as I kissed him on the forehead. I felt his hard cock against mine.

 

"Like a log!" he answered.

 

"I could stay like this forever," I said trying to work the sleep out of my eyes. "But, we need to get going! Besides, I need to take a leak!"

 

"Yea!" Brandon agreed, "This is nice, but I know what you mean about needing to pee!"

 

After Brandon and I relieved ourselves, I explained, "Chris will be naked in the kitchen and so will I. You choose—clothes or not."

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"Not," Brandon answered with a smile on his face.

 

Brandon and I made our way to the kitchen following the smell of coffee brewing.

 

Chris pulled me into his arms and began kissing me. Chris released me and I announced to both men, "Coffee seems to be done." I poured three cups and set two in front of Chris and Brendon who were now sitting at the island in the kitchen. "Where is your first class, Brendon?"

 

"I have a history class," Brendon replied.

 

"Mine is English Lit," I replied, "fortunately, I finished my paper on David Sadaris."

 

"Not to change the subject, but I think we need to hit the showers," Chris announced. "But, first, I want to offer an opinion and an invitation to you, Brandon. I don't think you should go back to the dorm until there is more closure to the roommate thing. So, if you want, you can stay here until there is more stability. What do you think?"

 

"Chris is right, Brandon," I added.

 

"I don't want to impose," Brandon said shyly.

 

"Not an imposition," Chris began. "I think you should plan on staying here at least until tomorrow night."

 

"Okay," Brendon agreed.

 

"Sam," Chris started, "let's show Brendon where the towels and things are in the guest bathroom. Then, I'm going to fondle your body while we get cleaned up."

 

Chris grabbed my hand and Brendon's hand and led us to the guest bathroom. Chris showed Brendon where everything was and we went to shower in our room.

 

Once we were cleaned up we headed to campus. We separated and went to our respective classes.

 

 

 

To be continued...

 

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