This is a work of fiction. It will eventually contain sexual acts between consenting men. If gay sex is illegal in your area, or you're under the age of consent in your area, or you just flat out don't like queer sex (what the hell would you be at this site for?) then go away. Comments, questions, and ideas welcome and appreciated, and will be responded to. Please put 'Nifty' in the subject line so I know it's not spam. Alright. I've gotten a lot of great emails from everyone and I've answered them as best I could. I know I appologized for the lesbo sex last chapter, and I still got a little flak for it. OK, C'mon people! Lesbians are homos too! Support their right to muff dive just like they support OUR right to suck dick and screw a tight ass.
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Tales of a Real Dark Knight at /celebrity/boy-bands/tales-of-a-real-dark-knight/
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Everything at Billy Burrow's Site at www.billyburrow.com
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Group Dynamics-Chapter 12
Four days after our nocturnal excursion into the realm of spooks and saboteurs, we still hadn't heard any backlash from our activities. Oh, the pranks were noted by everyone, that was for sure. The smell of rotten eggs filled the other half of the residence quad, much to the dismay of some of the students. Ryan was especially clever in not using the eggs on someone closer, like Todd or Billy. The stench hadn't dissipated in the slightest, mostly because David didn't find the source of the smell for two days. By the time he thought to look outside his window, that entire side of the quad was practically unlivable.
Nathan complained daily in the dining commons about the exorbitant amount of food that was being delivered to his room at night. We sat at our table and listened to his diatribe, trying vainly to contain our snickers. Todd listened patiently, occasionally glaring in our direction. He was in a bad mood anyway. Seems that there was a nasty little rumor going around campus that he took it up the ass from David. Said rumor was fueled exclusively from Ryan's artistic expertise.
"Well, the pranks are doing their jobs," Matt snickered as we all walked from the dining commons after lunch that day.
"Yeah, and no one has even remotely pointed in our direction," Ryan added with a self-satisfied air.
"Cool it, people," I warned, "We haven't gotten away with this yet. You saw how Todd was glaring at us. He might suspect something."
"Aw, chill out, Luke," an unusually chipper Rachael said as she practically skipped along. "He was glaring because you dips couldn't control your snickering. I swear, you guys are like a bunch of six year olds."
"Maybe," I muttered, not entirely convinced.
"OK, well, on to the rest. Kelly, have you heard anything about our Ms. Bitch Kerry?" Ryan asked.
"Oh, yeah!" she answered with glee. "Kerry burst into the common room in our dorm, running towards her room crying about her car being ruined. Have you seen it? The rain we had last night dissolved away most of the cow crap, and there's three huge bare spots on the hood and roof of the damned thing, where the paint was eaten away. I think they're kind of stained brownish too. I nearly peed my pants, I was laughing so hard."
"Good," muttered Rachael, in a tone much more in character for her. "That's what she gets."
"That's what they all get," said Jude. "Speaking of all, I think Billy knows something happened to his grades, Kelly. He was in the Academic Center yesterday, arguing with the registrar."
"He does know," said Josh. "I heard him talking to Jeff last night when I was walking up the path to the suite. Did anyone know that the little prick was so anal that he checks the grades that his Profs submit every week?"
"You're kidding?" I exclaimed, as I keyed us into our suite.
"Nope. He makes his guidance councilor verify the grades in the computer every week, to make sure they match the grades he has on his graded papers. Seems this same thing happened to him before. No he's terrified that this kind of thing will keep him from getting into Yale later for grad school."
I thought about this for a moment. We really shouldn't have gone that far, I guess. It's one thing to drop rotten eggs outside someone's window, but it's another thing entirely to mess with someone's future. We really didn't have that right, no matter what the asshole felt about us personally. I said as much to the other.
"Fuck that," said Josh. "I am not about to start making apologies. Those dick-licks started this whole thing, Luke. Or have you forgotten that vital piece of info?"
"All I'm saying is that we shouldn't be fucking with people's futures. Make them sorry that they attacked us here and now, but don't mess with their careers. That makes us no better than they are."
"Whatever. If you don't have the balls to see this through, then maybe you should just leave. We can do this without you, ya know."
"And I can do without your mouth, asshole," I was getting mad now. "I never said I wanted out. I just think we need to moderate what we do."
"Why?" Josh was starting to raise his voice. "They started it. We didn't. I may like to suck a dick every now and then, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna roll over and let them fuck me like a bitch. You wanna be a bitch, be it somewhere else."
"Who are you calling a bitch, you fucking asshole?" I said, walking over to him with my fists clenched. I had decided long ago that I wasn't gonna be the "helpless queer". I stood up for myself.
"If the tiara fits," Josh said with a sneer, standing up to meet me face to face. "Why? What're you gonna do about it, you pansy ass faggot?"
The anger in my face drained away, along with any color. My face blanched and then went smooth as what he said sank in. I couldn't breath, I was so furious, so hurt. I never thought that my friends would ever use my sexual orientation as an insult against me. The others stood around us, staring open-mouthed at our behavior.
"Who do you think you're calling a faggot, asshole?' I hissed through my clenched teeth. "Have you forgotten that you sneaked into my room last night and rode my dick for over an hour?"
I heard him gasp in shock, his eyes furtively moving to the others to see their reactions. They stood there, stone-faced, not letting their thoughts show on their faces. Josh looked back me, his face white. He gave a strangled cry and launched himself at me, knocking me into my back. I brought my hands up to ward off his blows, clutching at his hands as they grasped at my neck. He got a firm grip on my neck and yanked my head up, bringing my face up close to his.
"You mother fuckin' jerk! What the fuck did you have to say that for?"
With that, he shoved hard and slammed my head down onto the floor. Light exploded behind my eyes as the back of my head connected with the hardwood floor. I cried out and swung my fist at him, hitting him solidly on the side of his head, knocking him off of me. I didn't wait for the dizziness I felt to pass. I lurched up and jumped on top of him, swinging both fists at his head, trying to connect as many times as I could before he had a chance to strike back. No one treated me like a punching bag. I was gonna kill him.
Suddenly, I felt hands grabbing me from behind, pulling me off of Josh. I struggled against them, still trying to get at him. When my hands were pulled back out of reach, I still struck out with my legs, kicking and screaming bloody murder. I ignored the hands grabbing me, my eyes filled with rage, and my thoughts were churning. I was single-minded in this. I wanted to hurt Josh. My eyes burned with tears as my chest heaved with sobs.
I had never in my life felt such emotions overwhelm my reason. I had never lost control like that.
I continued to struggle against my friends, until, without warning, someone slapped me hard across the face. I snapped around in shock. Kelly stood there, breathing heavily from the exertion of helping to hold me back. She was idly rubbing the palm of her hand on her thigh, easing the sting from where she had slapped me. She was gazing at me intently. I just stared at her, my mouth gaping open.
"Are you calmed down enough to think like an adult now?" she asked.
I could feel my face start to burn with embarrassment. Oh, God! What the hell was I thinking? This kind of fight would be just what the seniors would love to have happen. All for what? A simple disagreement? All I had to have done was say that I wouldn't do what I didn't want to. I hadn't needed to get violent. Granted, Josh threw the first punch. But I shouldn't have said that last remark. That was hitting a little low.
I looked at Matt and Jude holding my arms. They had worried looks on their faces as they watched Josh and me carefully. I looked at Josh. He lay on the ground where I had been pulled off of him, an unreadable expression on his face. His face looked battered, and I saw a small cut underneath his right eye. I felt immediate chagrin. I took a deep breath to steady and calm myself. I looked at my friends that were holding my arms. I nodded to them to show I was once again in control of my emotions.
"I'm cool, guys. You can let me go."
They glanced at each other, uncertainty evident on their faces. They let go of my arms and backed away. I noticed that they didn't back away too far, in case I decided to go mental again. I let a small smile slip onto my face. They just reminded me why I loved my friends so much. I walked over to Josh, who looked up at me warily. I held out my hand to help him up. He stared at it like it was a rabid dog. I sighed deeply.
"C'mon, Josh, give me your hand. No more fighting, I swear."
Josh looked over my shoulder at Kelly. She nodded her head. With a heavy sigh, he grabbed my hand and I pulled him up, straight into a hug. He tensed in surprise, and then relaxed and hugged me back hard.
"I'm sorry, Josh," I said, trying to put as much sincerity into my voice as I could. "I didn't mean to go off that way. I just get so defensive when someone says things about me being gay. I should never have gotten so mad. You're one of my closest friends ever. Can you forgive me?"
He held me for a few more moments. I heard him sniffing and felt him start to shake as tears began. I held him tighter, trying to soothe him. I felt a hand rest on my other shoulder and opened my eyes to see Ryan there, a comforting look on his face. A few minutes later, Josh pulled away from me and stared into my eyes.
"Oh God! Luke, I'm so sorry! I don't know what made me say those things. I honestly don't feel that way! Honest! I'm so sorry! Really. Oh God. Please tell me you forgive me! I swear I'll never say something like that to you ever again. Ever! Oh damn! I feel like such an asshole. I love you too much to hurt you like that. You're like my best friend ever! I know you'd never want to back out. I don't know why I even thought it, let alone said it. I just...I don't...Oh, God! I'm so sorry!"
He was babbling, I could tell. The hurt in his voice got to me. He seemed so worried that I'd never forgive him. I wanted to reassure him, and settle him down, because he was getting more and more frantic the longer I stayed quiet. So I kissed him.
Josh's eyes flew open in surprise. He stared at me for a second before he let out a relieved sob and melted back into my arms, meeting my kiss with happiness. I felt Ryan hug us both from behind me, and saw Matt approach and join the hug from behind Josh. Next thing I knew, the others had joined us as well for a group hug. All the hurt, anger, and worry we'd been experiencing for the past week or so melted away, replaced by the love, camaraderie, and acceptance we all had for each other.
Matt ran into my room acting like an excited 5-year-old on Christmas morning. He stopped short when he saw Josh and me lying down under my blankets. I was awake, but Josh was sound asleep, our lovemaking tiring him out. I held him, enjoying the feeling of our naked flesh lying warmly together. I smiled up at Matt, and he smiled happily back at me. It was evident that he liked what he saw. Josh and I had made up after our fight. It had been a very long and very vocal reconciliation.
The girls had gone back to their suite over an hour ago, and Jude and Ryan had left to go to the library for some heavy cramming. Mid terms were coming up in a week, so they needed to hit the books. Matt gone to his room to work on a term paper, and Josh and I had went my room to talk. We didn't talk for very long.
I noticed that Matt had something in his hand. I noted the excited expression on his face and raised my eyebrow inquisitively. He smiled broadly and motioned for me to follow him into the other room so we could talk without waking Josh. I extricated myself from Josh's warm embrace and got out of bed. I slipped the sheet back over his naked body and walked into my bathroom to grab a robe to cover my own nudity.
When I walked out of the bathroom, Matt had a leer on his face and an obvious erection in his shorts. I smiled and gave it a gentle squeeze as I walked past him out into the living room. I heard him snicker behind me as he closed the door to my room to allow josh his rest.
I walked into the kitchen and began to make a pot of coffee. It was close to 9 PM, and I had slept though dinner. I grabbed a few ham and cheese Hot Pockets from the freezer and tossed them into the microwave to bake while my coffee brewed. Matt walked into the kitchen behind me, a grin still plastered on his face. I glanced over him and laughed.
"You look like the cat that ate the canary," I said. "What mischief have you been up to that has you so self-satisfied?"
He held up the object that was in his hand. In the brighter light of the kitchen, I could finally see what it was. It was the digital camera we had staked outside of Jeff's suite.
"I take it you've seen something good?" I asked him with a smile.
"Oh, you have no idea! Wait till you take a gander at what's been playin' at the movies!"
"Well, enough with the suspense. Tell me what you've got."
"Oh no, this is to priceless for words. You've gotta see this to believe it."
"OK, give me a few minutes to fix my dinner and then I'll meet you in the living room. I assume this is gonna be playing on the big screen?"
"Yep! One night only! A newly released hit that's tearin' up the box office charts!" With a gleeful whoop, he ran back into the living room to set up tonight's cinematic event.
With a laugh, I returned to my dinner preparations. My Hot Pockets done, my coffee prepared, I grabbed a few paper towels, along with my food, and walked into the living room. Matt was standing in front of the entertainment center, fiddling with wires and buttons. I set my meal down on the coffee table and took my seat. Matt finished his rewiring, grabbed the remote from atop the TV, and spun around with a flourish that would have made a ringmaster jealous.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, homos and breeders, and all you folk that are in between that can't make up your minds," Matt began with wide grin, "it is my pleasure to present to you tonight's cinematic extravaganza!"
I laughed at his theatrics, applauding softly. He was enjoying this entirely too much.
"Here, by popular demand, direct from Jeff's window, a movie that combines drama, love, excitement, comedy, and sexual heat, all in one half hour time slot. It is my my pleasure to present to you, our viewing audience, the cult classic "I know What Happened In Jeff's Room Last Night."
With another overly gay twist of his body, he spun down and sat next to me on the couch and hit the playback button on the remote. The picture on the TV came to life. What we watched shocked the daylights out of me, and excited me beyond anything I had ever seen on a TV screen before.
INTERIOR: Jeff's Room
Jeff was sitting down on his bed talking to someone we didn't recognize. The stranger seemed to be in his mid to late twenties, much too old to be in college. He was handsome, extremely so. His black hair was cut short in a military-style buzz cut, and his body, from what could be seen, was finely toned and muscled. At one point, he moved his arm to scratch his back, causing the sleeve of his tight tee shirt to ride up, revealing a USMC tattoo on his upper bicep.
Mmmm, I thought, a Marine!
At first the conversation was too low for us to make out, but Matt hit a button on the remote, and the volume went up to where we could hear them clearly. Ah, the joys of technology.
"But you said you could stay all night tonight, Jason," Jeff was saying, "Why the change of plans?"
"C'mon, Jeff, you know I can't tell what my CO is gonna do sometimes," the newly identified Jason replied. "He wants everyone back on base by midnight tonight. I'm sorry, but I only have a couple hours."
"Ugh! I hate your CO! Always gotta be messing with my life, albeit indirectly."
Jason laughed.
"Hey, don't be a hater, Jeffy. Just be happy I've still got a couple of hours to burn."
"Yeah, but you just got here! You were late coming, and now you're early going. And it's that fucking CO's fault!"
"Hey, hey, hey. C'mon. Calm down. Let's just enjoy the time we've got."
"I guess you're right. No sense in ruining what little quality time we have."
At this point, I was looking over at Matt in obvious confusion. What was so exciting about Jeff having a visiting friend? I was thinking this, of course, until I saw Jeff lean and lock lips with the hunky soldier sitting on his bed.
Oh, my! Our man Jeff is a bone smoker?!
Jeff pushed Jason down onto his back onto the bed, their lips kissing sensuously. Jason's hands ran down the back of Jeff's shirt and then went up and under it, dragging it up to his shoulders. Jeff sat up momentarily to allow Jason to pull his shirt off, taking advantage of the move to tug at Jason's shirt as well. Bare-chested, the two studs went back to their passionate embrace.
Jeff broke the kiss as he began to travel down the length of Jason's body, licking and nibbling the taut flesh as he went. Jason moaned in appreciation when Jeff took one of his nipples in between his teeth, biting lightly. After moving to the other nipple, Jeff continued his journey downwards, finally reaching the waist of Jason's shorts. He lifted up for a moment to stare at the obvious bulge in Jason's shorts. His movement gave us a clear view of the head of Jason's dick poking up above the waistline of his shorts, the tip already wet with moisture.
Jeff dipped his head down and stuck his tongue into the slit of Jason's exposed cock head. When he raised his head to gaze lustfully into Jason's eyes, there was a strand of pre-cum stringing from his outstretched tongue to the dripping head of Jason's cock. I heard a moan come from next to me and looked over to see Matt had opened his shorts and was stroking his very erect dick. He saw me watching and gave me a shrug and a grin.
Back in the "Champagne Room", Jason and Jeff were both nude and locked in a hot 69. I could hear grunts and groans coming from both of them as they tried to slurp and suck their way to orgasm. I watched as Jeff, who was on top, slipp his arms up and pull Jason's legs back, baring his tight, hairless asshole. Jeff looked at it for a second and then dove forward to drive his tongue in as deep as he could. A muffled gasp exploded from Jason's cock-stuffed mouth, and he pulled back to return the favor. What had started as a 69 blow job had escalated to a 69 rim job.
They drove their tongues into each other's assholes as deeply and as quickly as they could. I had my own robe open and was stroking my own erection as I watched. Matt and I stroked ourselves in tandem to each other, the hot fuck scene in front of us making us too hot to abstain.
Matt looked back and forth from the TV to my stroking dick, his mouth slightly open in lust, his tongue stuck out partially as he licked his lips gently. When the first bead of pre-cum appeared at the tip of my cock, he let out a muttered "Oh, fuck!" and leaned over to swallow my dick down to the root.
My hands rested on his head, my legs shot out straight as I alternately pointed and clenched my toes in passion. Matt bobbed up and down on my thick cock, one hand stroking his own erection, his eyes still locked onto the action on the TV. I reached one hand back and began to squeeze and knead Matt's tight ass, occasionally slipping a sly finger in to graze and probe at his puckered hole.
It was on one of these clandestine pokes that Matt grunted and erupted all over his stomach and chest with volley after volley of ball juice. I'm a sucker for multi-sensory stimulation, so the feel of his asshole clenching around my probing digit, the wet, slickness of his sucking mouth on my throbbing fuck pole, the sight of his jizz shooting all over his tightly toned abs, and the sight and sound of the animal-like 69 rim job on the TV before me all combined to rocket me upwards into one of the most intense climaxes that I had ever felt.
With a hissing breath between my tightly clenched teeth, I shoved upwards forcefully, burying my spurting cock deeply into Matt's velvet mouth. He swallowed gamely, but the sheer intensity of the orgasm, accompanied by the volume of cream shooting out of my balls and into his mouth threatened to overwhelm him. He pulled up, allowing my still leaking cock head to fall out from between his lips. It smacked sharply against my six-pack abs, lubricating them with the remainder of my orgasmic liquids.
With a happy sigh, I wrapped my arm tightly around Matt's torso, pulling him up partly to lie back against my chest and then turned my eyes and attention back to the hot sex on the TV.
Jeff was, at this point, riding up and down Jason's upright prick, giggling with delight with each downward plunge. He obviously enjoyed getting fucked. We watched him as he began to bounce up and down with increasing speed and intensity, one hand furiously stroking his dick, the other braced against Jason's chest for leverage. Jason's hands were pinching and squeezing Jeff's nipples and pecs as he continuously thrust up into Jeff's willing fuck hole.
With a loud yell, Jeff slammed down hard one final time and threw back his head in climatic abandon. His tightly clenched dick erupted in a fountain of cum, reaching and coating Jason's face, chest, and abs with the evidence of his love. Jason's eyes rolled back into his head as he felt Jeff's ass clench and massage his shaft tightly. A high pitched whine came from deep within his throat as he emptied his balls, coating Jeff's insides with his juices. With a final moan, Jeff fell forward to lay heavily on Jeff's cum-coated abdomen. Jason wrapped his arms around Jeff's heaving body and hugged him tightly.
They lay there for a few minutes, luxuriating in the afterglow of an intense sexual encounter, simply enjoying, as Matt and I were, the closeness of the person that brought them to such heights of passion. While we were safe, however, Jeff and Jason received a rude interruption. With a suddenness that prevented hiding, the door to Jeff's suite burst open and Todd, the head RA, walked in, with David a step behind him.
"Hey, Jeff, were headed to..." He began before the scenes before him registered in his brain, causing his throat to lock up and choke on the remainder of his words.
He stared at Jeff in apparent confusion for a moment, then his eyes narrowed and his mouth turned down into a fierce scowl. David, standing just behind Todd and looking over his shoulder, began to snicker. Poor Jeff's face was white, and I could see tears of humiliation forming in his eyes.
"You're a fucking homo," Todd grated out after a few seconds. "You're a fucking queer, just like those pansy ass freshmen! You're a fucking cock-sucking faggot! What the fuck were you thinking? Did you think I wouldn't find out? You're just as bad as the rest of the fucking fags on this campus! You deserve to be shot like the fucking queer you are!"
With each sentence and name-calling, Jeff wilted more and more. Jason's arms tightened protectively around his lover, trying to give him strength, trying to shield Jeff from the harsh attacks of his supposed friend. Jeff took a strangled breath and stood up, wrapping a sheet around his exposed nudity.
"Todd, look, um, it's no big deal, all right? I mean, so what? I'm gay.
I never made a pass at you, and I never will, OK? This is my private life, man! Cant you just ignore it?"
"No, I can't fucking ignore it, you freak! And you're damned right about one thing. You better never make a pass at me."
"C'mon, Todd. We've been friends for four years. Don't let something like this break up our friendship," Jeff pleaded, taking a small step forward with a pleading hand outstretched towards Todd.
Todd recoiled from Jeff's hand in obvious disgust.
"Don't you fucking touch me, you queer fuck! If you ever touch me, I'll fucking kill you, do you hear me? If you ever talk to me again, I'll kill you. If you so much as breath in my direction, I'll rip your nuts off and shove them up your faggot ass!"
With a final sneer, Todd spun around and stormed from the room, pulling a evilly grinning David behind him. The door slammed shut, and Jeff collapsed to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably. Jason got up from the bed and knelt behind him, wrapping his arms gently around his lover's weeping form. He held him until his cries subsided to a gentle sniffling. With a glance over his shoulder to look at the clock, Jason gave Jeff a final squeeze, kissed the back of his head softly, and reluctantly stood up to begin dressing.
"Babe, I wish I could stay, but I really have to get back to base," he said softly.
Jeff sniffed softly and looked back at his lover.
"I know, Jason. It's okay. I'll be all right."
"Are you sure? I don't want you to be alone right now," Jason said as he pulled on his shoes. "Isn't there someone that you can call to come stay with you for awhile?"
"No, I'll be all right," Jeff replied, a slight smile playing on his lips at his lover's obvious concern. "I'm just gonna go to bed and sleep anyhow."
"Well, all right. If you're sure," He pulled on his windbreaker, and stuffed his wallet, keys, and cell phone into his pockets.
"Listen, I have a long leave coming up in a week. How about you and I plan on taking a little vacation together. Ya know, somewhere exotic sounding?"
"Sure, babe. My midterms will be done by then. I'll be able to use the break."
"Cool, then it's a date," he said with a grin. He bent down and kissed Jeff lovingly on his lips. "I gotta burn, love. I'll call you tomorrow, ok?"
"OK. Bye, babe. Drive safe."
"I will, sexy. Bye." With a final wave, he left the suite, closing the door softly behind him.
I watched Jeff's brave facade crumble as soon as the door shut. He stood up, and without dressing, dropped down onto his bed. Todd's rejection had cost him more emotionally than he was willing to allow to show through. Regardless of the loving final words of his departing boyfriend, Todd's hateful tirade was what rang through all our ears. The unreasoning hatred that came through in Todd's voice almost outweighed the words themselves.
Finally, I watched as Jeff reached up with one hand and flipped a switch on the wall above his head, plunging his room into concealing darkness.
Matt and I looked at each other. What did this mean for our group? Considering Jeff's standoffish behavior of late, did this make him an ally now? How did we even begin to approach him? We certainly couldn't let him know that we saw the whole thing on Spy TV. That would just make a bad situation worse. We were gonna have to talk about this to figure out what, if anything, we should do. I felt Matt stir on my lap.
"Tomorrow, we call a meeting. This is beyond just the two of us," Matt said, as if he read my thoughts.
I agreed. Way beyond just the two of us.
TBC