Date: Sat, 22 Oct 2005 21:45:55 EDT
From: Heavensforlife@aol.com
Subject: They Say- Chapter 4

Standard disclaimer: contains depiction of explicit gay sex.

	They say that sometimes, when we are hopelessly lost in a situation
we cannot change, it is easier to adapt to that situation. They say that,
like chameleons, we are able to adapt to the world around us.

	Jesse- I'm not sure what time he came in, but I was asleep. It had
been a really long day with packing, then driving then unpacking then
screwing around and then sitting around missing Matt. I had talked some
with Zach, but we mostly just watched TV. There were times I felt him
checking me out, like when I'd get up to grab a coke or something, but I
absentmindedly brushed it off, just like he did when I looked at him. He
was cute, and I wouldn't mind getting under his skin if he swung that way.
	While sitting around thinking, I decided if I was going to keep
things going with Matt, I was going to not have to screw around with my
roommates. I know Matty and me had an understanding that we could do that,
and I often had when we saw each other all the time, but it would be too
hard keeping a relationship if I was also screwing around on the side. So I
decided, until Matt and I weren't together anymore, I would have to not
kick it off with Charles or even Zach, if he swung that way.
	I called Matt before I went to bed, told him goodnight and then
immediately fell asleep. I didn't even know where Charles was.

	Charles- I gathered my things and instead of heading back to the
dorm room, I walked around campus for a while, clearing my head. I always
think after sex, that's when I get all my good ideas. I thought about how
amazing this year had started, and how much more incredible it would get. I
thought about Jesse, a sure thing if I ever needed one, and Zach, a code
that I'd have to crack into- if you know what I mean, and I thought about
what the fourth roommate would be like. Probably some hopeless straight guy
with all the straight guy baggage. I wouldn't mind though, I'm adaptable.

	Zach- I talked to Jesse for a while before he crashed into his
room. I decided to stay up and wait for the fourth roommate, since we would
be sharing a room for at least a semester and all, the least I could do was
be awake for his first night.
	So, I sat reading, hoping that he would be as handsome as the other
guys. I knew it would be tough sharing a small space, a bathroom, a common,
with all of these fine studs, but hey, it beats sharing one with uglies. I
knew I was on the cuter side of the spectrum, and even though people looked
at me at first glance and assumed I had no muscle mass underneath my
sweater vest and tie, they were always in for a shock once the Polo was off
and the true me came out.
	He showed up at around two in the morning, and I didn't know at
what particular time I'd dozed off, but I didn't mind being awakened by the
sight I beheld.
	He stood about 6'3'' and was massively built, not huge, but
strong. He wore a ski vest even though it was dead summer in Texas, but in
the open part, I could make out an incredibly defined chest. His jeans were
low cut and tight, outlining what I knew was an amazing cock. As I
scratched my eye, not trusting what I saw before, he smiled at me with the
warmest smile I'd ever seen.
	"SO nice of you to wait up, but we probably shouldn't make that a
habit, sweety," he said jokingly. I laughed, flirtingly, as I got up to
help him with his bags.
	"Hey, I'm Zach and you must be..."
	"Denton, my pleasure."

	Denton- I was so late. I could have sworn everyone was asleep. I
opened the left bedroom first to see two of the guys in bed, so I assumed
my own unclaimed bed was in the other room, and so I went in. There sat
Zach, the first person I encountered at college. He was reading a book and
had fallen asleep. Aside from looking like a hopeless prep, he resembled
most of the guys I hung out with back home. Skinny, almost wiry, tall and
clean. He woke up as soon as I stepped in, so I assumed he was a light
sleeper. That was cool, until I wanted to bring a hot girl back to the
room; that would be something we would definitely have to discuss.
	The first thing I noticed was what he was reading. It was some
Oprah's Bookclub type novel that no one under the age of 40 has ever read,
but hey, whatever floats his boat. He said hi, I said "what's up?" We
introduced ourselves, and that was that.
	"Do you mind if I unpack tonight?"
	"No problem Denton, in fact I guess I'll help you," he said, eager
to get on my good side I assumed.
	I walked to the closet and began unpacking my things. His clothes
took up a great deal of space and weren't shabby. I mean, he didn't have
Versace or anything, but I could tell the guy was definitely not poor or
anything. I seriously would have cried if he were some thrift store type
poor guy. But he wasn't so I needn't worry.
	For some reason or another, he wanted to strike up conversation.
	"Where are you from? What's your major? Are you here on
scholarship?" It almost seemed like he was flirting with me. What kind of a
loser flirts with his roommate on the first night?
	I finally had all my things unpacked, so I took my personal items
out of my travel bag and arranged them on my desk. I saw him look at the
picture of Jamey.
	"Who is that?" he asked.
	"My girlfriend. She's part of the reason I'm late getting here if
you know what I mean."
	"No, can't say I do," he said that flatly, almost under his
breathe. It sounded like he was disappointed, but I was too tired to push
the conversation any further.
	"I'm gonna crash, dude. We can talk in the morning."
	I undressed, down to my boxers, turned off the light and went to
sleep.


	Zach- When I woke up, someone was in the common cooking, and it
smelled incredible. I looked around and realized Denton was still asleep,
so I quietly got out of bed, wrapped a towel around my naked body and went
out into the lounge to see who was making what.
	Jesse was standing in the mini-kitchen, dressed in boxers and a
pair of socks, frying eggs and pancakes. As soon as he saw me wrapped in my
towel he grinned, and looked down. When he looked up at me again, he slyly
winked at my crotch.
	I looked down to notice that I hadn't bothered checking my crotch
and that my morning wood was sticking straight out off my body.
	I immediately flushed red with embarrassment, turned quickly on my
heels towards the bathroom, only to find that me towel had gotten stuck in
the sofa cushion. At this point, Jesse is laughing at me like there is no
tomorrow, and believe me, there is nothing pleasant about being laughed at
while you are bare ass naked, covering you crotch with your hands.
	I was a deep shade of red, and I'm pretty sure that somewhere
during that ordeal, I lost circulation to my brain and/or began
hyperventilating.
	I turned to walk in the midst of all the laughing, caught my foot
on the loose end of my towel and sprawled, face first into the floor next
to the coffee table. My ass was high in the air, for anyone to see. It
would have been impossible to feel more embarrassed. I barely knew this guy
and here I was acting like a clumsy fool.
	He kept laughing, of course, doubled over, clutching his spatula,
burning the eggs that were on the stove. I honestly felt like a schoolgirl
that fell during graduation, or something.
	Humiliated, I stood up and mustered all the dignity I could find. I
toward towards Jesse and said in a calm voice "Good morning. Your eggs
smell good." With that I turned around and went back to my room.

	Jesse- I can't remember laughing that hard ever in my entire
life. It wasn't the boner or the towel that got me. It was the incredibly
deep shade of red this prep got when his towel was ripped from him. I can't
say I was disappointed in what I saw though; this guy definitely had
nothing to be ashamed of.
	The whole time he was sprawled on the floor, his ass hanging out
for me to lust over, I was thinking "Too bad he's straight. I'm gonna have
to find a way to crack him."

	Charles- I had to be dreaming. I smelt burnt eggs. I heard loud
laughter. There is no way I was back home in my bed smelling burnt eggs and
hearing laughter. Then I realized I wasn't in my bed back home. I was in my
dorm, and Jesse was laughing at something in the common. I got up, adjusted
my wood in my jock, the only thing I sleep in, and walked out to the living
room. By the time I got in there, the laughing had stopped and apparently
the funniness was gone too, because Jesse was diligently cooking in our
mini-kitchen.
	"Good morning, dude."
	"Morning," he said dryly, like he was upset about something, but
didn't want to appear upset about it.
	"What are you cooking?"
	"The RA department left us breakfast baskets because the café is
preparing for tonight's banquet, and isn't serving breakfast this morning."
	"Ah, well don't worry about me then. I'm useless before my coffee."
	"I wont argue."
	He was playing short with me and I couldn't figure out why. Is it
because I didn't say anything to him when I got in last night? Was he mad
about his teacher friend? I didn't want to spend time thinking about it so
I walked to the kitchen, filled the coffee maker and turned around, leaning
on the counter, to talk to Jesse while my coffee was brewing.
	"How was your first night?"
	"Good."
	"Cool."
	"Yeah."
	"Ok." It was sufficiently awkward, so I took the time to take a
risk and decided I was going to bring up the fun we had the other night.
	"I really wish we could have finished what we started yesterday." I
leaned in toward him, putting my hand at the small of his back and talking
quietly into his hear. I was almost whispering, to keep the level of taboo
at a high. Taboo always gets me horny.
	Then he surprised me with this, "About that," he said, turning to
look me straight in the eye, "who were we kidding? I'm gonna be perfectly
straight with you. I have a boyfriend, and seeing as too we'll be working
through some things the next couple of months, the last thing I need on my
mind is messing around with, as fun as it... was. Sorry," he finished with
a coy smug grin on his face.
	It sounded cheap, like it wasn't really what he wanted to do, but
something that he had to, for some reason. Being someone who doesn't really
indulge in relationships, I just took what he had to say, realized I was
living in a fucking pond filled with horny fish and that was that.
	"Umm... well, ok. I guess. It just seemed convenient that, having a
roommate that was into the same stuff as I was, we could, you know, take
advantage of that, but I guess not."
	"I don't do fuck buddies," he smiled, almost playfully.
	"I see that. Well, I am going to go get dressed and head out for a
morning swim. I'll catch you tonight at the banquet."
	His hiatus on raunchy roommate sex would last all of a couple of
weeks, I could already tell.

	Jesse- It was the right thing to do, letting Charles no that we
were roommates and friends... just roommates and friends. He took it well,
I'd say, if not playfully, like I wasn't serious or something, but I was,
or at least I'd try to be. At least until I was through sorting out what
was going to happen with Matty and me.
	I sat in the living room in my boxers watching TV on our
complimentary flat screen when the fourth roommate came out of his room,
dressed in nothing but a wife beater and a pair of sweats. His physique was
incredible. Every muscle was tone, but not exaggerated. He worked out, but
was in no a fitness buff. He looked really good. He had an amazing tan, and
long curly brown hair fluffed up around his face and neck this early in the
morning. He looked dazed, but even then was incredibly handsome.
	He walked straight to the coffee pot, poured himself a mug and sat
down next to me on the couch.
	"I'm Denton," were the only two words he spoke. I honestly had no
idea how to react. It wasn't a conversation starter, but merely a
declaration. It was like he was opening up a dramatic soliloquy but decided
to stop after the first line.
	"Nice to meet you, Denton. I'm Jesse."
	"Cool." Through this entire conversation, for lack of a better
word, he didn't look at me once. I stole glances at him, just to find him
staring straight ahead, drinking his coffee.
	"This is a nice place for a dorm room."
	"Yeah," I said. "Better than what I'm used to."
	At this point, he looked at me, almost reading me with his eyes. I
had no idea what was going through his head. After a few seconds he turned
back, once again staring straight ahead, and said "Did you cook breakfast?"
	"Sure did."
	"Cool." This guy was scaring me with his melancholy nonchalance. It
was almost like he was cold, like a machine that was being programmed to
respond to me, not with feeling, but with an autopilot like response
system.
	"Are you gonna eat some?" I was really trying, so I think I deserve
credit for that, but the was really putting me off.
	"Maybe."
	"Don't hurt yourself with effort," I said as I gathered my book and
plate, dropped them off in the kitchen and went to my room to change.

	Denton- I definitely fit the bill for an anti-morning person. When
I say I am useless before my coffee, it means I am useless before my
coffee. There is no point in talking to me, or looking at me or even
thinking about me because chances are, I am in a different world miles
away.
	I give the little Hispanic kid points for trying, but I really
wasn't paying any attention to the conversation we had. I simply did what I
usually do for the first twenty minutes of my day- I sat staring ahead,
waiting for my coffee to take effect.
	He went into the restroom and came out a few minutes later. I
watched him go into his bedroom and come out 5 minutes later, dressed and
ready to go.
	"I'm going to meet my teachers."
	"Cool stuff, sport."
	"Are you going to the orientation tonight?"
	"Don't we have to?"
	"I guess."
	"Then I guess I'm going."
	"Ok... I'll see you there."
	He opened the door and left. It wasn't that he was a bad kid, or
even a bad person. His clothes were old and out of season, but some people
are just like that. I know he must think that I'm some kind of rude stuck
up guy, but really, what do you expect from someone who has been awake for
twenty-five minutes?
	I stood up, finally, and decided that I would spend the day
cruising. Maybe take Jamey out for lunch and then head to Neiman's to find
something for the orientation banquet.
	I went back into our room and was greeted by a site I hoped to
never see again.

	Zach- So I went back to my, too embarrassed to stand. I crashed
into my bed, realizing I still had thirty good quality minutes of sleep
left before I had to wake up and do the rounds: meeting the teachers,
talking RA's, crowd cruising, the works.
	When I went back into the room, I discovered that Denton had
managed to somehow crawl out from under his blankets and expose his naked
hard-on. The site was beautiful, to say the least. It was big, maybe 7 or 8
inches longs and thick as nothing I have ever seen before. I knew I must
have been drooling something awful, and I didn't care. This site would be
the star of my jack-off sessions for weeks to come. I laid down and dozed
off, thinking about how wonderful it would be to lick the length of that
shaft, and before I knew it, I was stroking my cock uncontrollably. I heard
him ruffle in his sheets a little bit, so I stopped jacking off long enough
to see him wake up, put on a pair of shorts and walk out into the
kitchen. I took advantage of his departure and went to town on my dick. I
stroked harder, thinking about his amazingly cut dick, the length of it,
the taste of it, the feel of it inside of me. I caught myself moaning out
loud a few times, and that might not be such a good idea. I slowed down,
trying to draw out the coming orgasm.
	I couldn't hold back any longer and right when I was about to let
my load go, I heard the door open. Too far gone to stop, I just kept
stroking. I'm not sure how long he stood there watching me, but I'm sure
that Denton was treated to the site of me squirting my morning splooge all
over my chest and stomach. A spurt even managed to hit my chin, and it took
all I had to refrain from licking it off.
	Slightly embarrassed, I sat up, avoiding his eyes as he walked
around getting dressed.
	"Don't look too embarrassed. Everyone does it; although most people
have the decency to do it in private."
	"Look, it was just, I woke up, and you were gone, so I assumed..."
	"Don't worry about it. Just don't complain when I come home with a
girl or two, seeing as too we're being so candid about our sexual
practices."
	"Practices? That's not a practice, its just, I've been on a dry
spell, you know, getting ready for school and all and so I've been needing
to take care of myself."
	"Whatever you wanna call it sport. None of my business." With that
he turned away and headed for the bathroom. I had sufficiently been
embarrassed twice in one day by two different people. If things didn't look
up, I would seriously have to consider dropping out and going back home
community college. Seriously.

	Jesse- I walked into the staff building with a list of teachers and
classes I would be taking this semester. Matt told me to make it a habit of
knowing my teachers. He said it would make my life twice as easy if I knew
them and they knew me. I was in the staff building, starting with my first
English Composition teacher.
	I found his office in the western wing along with the other English
Department teachers.
	A really cute, swimmer type tall guy was sitting at the desk. He
was far too young to be a professor, so I asked him where Mr. Baker was.
	"They're all in staff meeting this morning, and probably won't be
back until after lunch."
	"Damn. Well that's a wasted morning."
	"Not entirely. I'm Baker's Teaching Assistant, so I bet I can
answer all of your questions." He stood up and smiled at me, and I couldn't
help but be intrigued by this guy. His eyes were deep icy blue and seemed
endless. It seemed he was staring deep into my soul with his piercing eyes.
	"Have a seat," he told me. It took me a while to register what he
was saying, so I flustered toward the plush desk chairs across from him.
	"My, uhh, my name is Jesse Marcel."
	"Nice to meet you Jesse. My name is Brooklyn."

	Charles-
	"You have perfect form out there," the guy told me. He was a big
guy with a sexily hairy chest and huge arms and calves. I could tell he was
older, maybe a coach or assistant or something, because he wore a badge on
his red over-shorts. He had been watching me take a swim for a while and
had stopped me to give me pointers. When I returned to ask how I'd done,
perfect form was his reply.
	"How well do you do in diving?"
	"Not very well. I'm a sprint swimmer. I did a lot of relays in high
school."
	"It's a shame you don't dive," he said with a knowing grin.
	"Why's that?" I knew why it was, but I decided to play along.
	"Because I instruct diving."
	I took a step closer to him. Having just emerged from the pool, my
body was still dripping wet. "Maybe you could give me private lessons," I
paused, then added naively, "So that I could get better at diving."
	"I don't give private lessons," he said, pausing before he added
"In the water."
	He took another step toward me and put his hand on my chest.
	"Where do you give them?" I was breathing heavier. This was one
reason I loved the swim department. Swimmers spend most of their time naked
around each other, its no wonder most of them screw around. This guy was so
into my hard, dripping body. As he stepped closer to me, I could feel his
hard cock push against my thigh.
	"Wherever you want." He leaned in and kissed my neck, then my
shoulder. I moaned and cocked my head backward; I was enjoying the service
this older stud was giving me. His chest was bare and covered in a light
layer of hair, so I rubbed my fingers through it, searching for his
nipples. His chest was rock hard and I was envious at how huge and wide it
was. Meanwhile, he was making his way down my chest and abs toward my Lycra
covered cock. It was impossibly hard stretched against my growing boner and
looked like it would pop if it weren't relieved of its tension. The diving
instructor was on his knees, pulling the material away from my body and
releasing my cock. He immediately, without hesitation, put his mouth around
it and sucked hard on my shaft. He swallowed the entire length of my cock
into his moth and deep down into his throat, soliciting a moan from deep
down inside me. It felt amazing, for the second time in two days, to have
an experienced older man suck my cock. I pushed his head down onto my cock
and fed him more of the stick he loved eating. He licked around my cock,
releasing it to lick my balls every once in a while. This jock coach was an
amazing cocksucker, and right there next to pool, he brought me over the
edge in minutes.
	I was moaning louder and louder, letting him know that I was close.
	"Ohhhh... yeah, man. Suck my dick... I'm about to explode coach. O
yeah.... Aghhhhhh."
	I let my load go deep in his throat and he swallowed every last
spurt of my cum. He stood up licked his lips and said with a smile, "I give
the best lessons."
	"Well, then I guess I'll be coming back for more."
	"I'd like that. You know where to find me. My name's Danny, so
don't be a stranger."
	He walked away leaving me semi-hard and dripping wet.

	Jesse- This guy was amazing. He was funny, and conversational. We
talked about everything, and anything, from ways to cheat in almost any
college class, to the reasons English was the best major. We even talked
about different relationships he'd had while working in the English
Department.
	"Dude, English majors are all poetic and horny, remember that."
	He made jokes about certain teachers in the department and had
stories so to tell about his freshman year in college. All in all, I had a
great time talking to him.
	There were some times in the conversation that I new the guy was
flirting with me. He didn't come right out and say anything that gave me a
heads up, but the clues were all there. He'd say something funny and then
reach over and pat my arm, linger for a second and then let it go. He'd
stare straight at me when I was saying something and lick his lips. There
was even a time when I was talking, and he seemed like he was deep in
listening to what I was saying, but I saw
	"It's late, I should really go meet with some other teachers," I
said, reluctantly. I moved my leg like I was going to get up and I felt him
move his, like he was trying to stop me.
	"You shouldn't even bother. The teachers aren't even back yet," he
said.
	"When will they back?"
	"Who knows? I know when Baker will be back."
	"And when is that?" His eyes looked like they were piercing me
again. I felt like putty in his hands.
	"Not today." He stood up. He walked around the desk, slowly. He
moved towards me in a commanding stride. I knew exactly what was going to
happen, but was still surprised at what was happening. I felt my breathing
shallow as he got around the desk. I turned the chair in his direction as
he towered over me, looking down with a lustful gaze. I smiled up at him,
encouraging him to do whatever he wanted.
	He slowly eased down, past eye level until his knees hit the
floor. His face was inches from mine and he stared deep into my eyes the
entire time he undid my belt, unzipped my jeans and fished out the prize
cock he'd been waiting for.
	"Trust me, kid. You will never find a TA as helpful as this." He
bent over and sucked my entire cock into his mouth.

	To Be Continued...


	They say that, like chameleons, humans are able to adapt to the
situations around them. They say...

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