They Say

Classic Disclaimer. Contains depiction of gay sex... always play safe

They say trying is the first step to trying is failure.

Jesse- I got home at around 4:30, took a shower and got dressed. I ate a little snack, not wanting to be hungry when Brooklyn came and picked me up.

He showed up a little after six, dressed in an expensive looking suit, making me feel underdressed in my slacks, button-up and blazer.

"You look amazing," he said, smiling at me as I opened the door.

"Likewise," I said, looking him up and down, pausing at his crotch to check out how his basket looked in his GQ suit.

"I saw that," Brooklyn said, grinning.

"Oh, was I that obvious?" He leaned in and kissed me.

We left the dorm and headed to his car that was parked out front.

"Where exactly are we going?" I asked as we were on the freeway heading into the city I had called home not to long ago.

"It's kind of a show. I have a friend who's, lets say, in the movie-making industry and every so often he comes to promos in Dallas. He asked me come, and I told him I needed another ticket, so I could bring you."

"How thoughtful." I was excited to be going somewhere where there would be rich people and movie industry types. I suddenly felt completely underdressed. As if he read my mind, Brooklyn added, "Don't worry about what you're wearing. Most of these guys couldn't match a paper and pencil. Let me just say, they spend most of their time naked."

"I don't understand," I said, a little confused.

"My friend is a porn star. He's been in about a dozen films and has done some overseas shoots and stuff. There are gonna be a lot of porn stars at this little function, but just roll with it. Believe me, they are some fun guys."

I couldn't help but smile. Here I was, going on my first date with Brooklyn and we were going to a party with porn stars. I could already tell this was going to be one hellova relationship.

Charles- I would owe Coach Bradley for introducing me to the hottest diver I had ever seen. His body was small and tight, muscles in every corner. He was completely smooth except for a light patch of hair between his defined, hard pecs and down his treasure trail. He had short, buzz-cut hair and a mustache that accentuated his gorgeous lips. I had never fucked around with anyone so unbelievably hot.

As soon as we were in the locker room, he was all over me. The place was empty. As soon as I was inside, he kissed me hard and deep, locked the door behind us and slammed me into a stack of lockers, grinding his cock into mine while his mouth searched mine.

I had at least 4 inches on the guy, but his strength came from somewhere else. He had his cock grinding into mine, letting me feel his unbelievably hard dick. From what I felt through his shorts, he was pretty gifted in that section of his anatomy, much like the rest of his hard rippling body.

After a few minutes of passionate kissing and grinding, he finally pulled back, looked me in the eye and said, "Wanna go for a ride?"

Even though I had spilled my cum into Coach Bradley's mouth a few minutes early, I couldn't help but be thrilled by the prospect of riding this hot stud's ass. Before I could even answer, he turned around and ground his ass into my hard crotch, turning his head so I could go back to exploring his mouth. We kissed in this position for a while, while I felt the front of his body with my roaming hands. I massaged his chest, feeling the light spray of hair tickle my fingers and I pinched his hard nipples. One of my hands explored his hard stomach. Eventually, I ventured further down, massaging the hard bulge in his crotch while simultaneously grinding my cock into his ass. I couldn't wait any longer, as I felt his cock through his shorts.

He purred and moaned as I massaged his dick and his nipples, and when I reached down to pull of his shorts, he went crazy with the moaning. He released my tongue from his grip, bent down to take his shorts of all the way and panted, "Grind my ass, dude. Your cock feels so good in my ass."

I couldn't not give him what he wanted. I took a hold of his shoulders and bent him forward, over the bench that separated the lockers. He was kneeling on the knee-high bench, just high enough for me to plow his ass. Without any hesitation, I stripped my swim tights and unleashed my hard, throbbing cock.

"Stick in me, dude. I want your cock... o yeah..." he moaned as I inserted my cock into his tight hole. His ass must have been used to having cocks in it because mine slid right with little resistance.

"O yeah, dude. Your ass feels so amazing."

"Fuck it babe... fuck my ass hard," he encouraged as I began a slow thrusting motion. I slowly built up speed, gradually giving it to him harder and faster. He kept encouraging me with his grunts and moans. Every now and then, he would turn his neck around and kiss me. my cock was harder than I could ever remember it being as I pounded the studs ass.

Before long, I decided it was time to go in for the kill. I grabbed his shoulders and doubled him over, giving my hips plenty of room to work. I thrust inside his ass hard as hell as my cock got ready to blow inside the stud's sweet ass. His tight little body was covered in a glistening layer of sweat as I plowed deeper and harder into his ass. He felt my body tense up above him as he yelled, "cum on babe. Cum inside of me... o yeah, let me feel that hot nasty cum in my ass."

That took me over the edge. I grabbed his back, ripped through his ass one last time and shot my load all over the guy's ass. I could feel my own cum trickle out of his hole, past my deflating cock down his ass. When I pulled out, he turned around and I saw his own cum coating his abs and stomach where he had cum. I sat down on the bench next to him, smiled, and kissed him one more time.

As we got up to head to the showers, I couldn't help but smile as I noticed the scratches I had left on his back and shoulders.

Zach- I spent most of the morning deciding which outfit would the best first date outfit. I didn't want to overdo and set to high a standard for myself and seem like I was trying to hard. I didn't want to under do it look like I didn't care or that I couldn't look nice. So I had to find a happy medium, and unfortunately, this took an incredibly long time.

I settled on a pair of jeans and a nice black button down with a gray vintage blazer on top. He said it was a party with a competitive dress code, so I decided, what the hell, I'll wear the fedora hat on top.

I finished showering and dress right one time, because I was giving myself the final once-over when the doorbell rang.

I opened it and smiled to see Chris standing there, decked out in tight holey jeans, a skin tight black and silver fitted t-shirt and one of those new license plate belts drawing attention to his lower region. His long curly golden hair was like a halo around his face, soft and shiny.

I let him in and offered him a drink, which he refused.

"Are you ready to go?" I asked after I'd gone to my room and stepped in my shoes.

"That would be why I picked you up," he said a little sarcastically. I smiled.

I ushered him out of the door and as I was turning around from locking it, I felt Chris lightly kiss me. He didn't say anything; just put his arm on the small of my back and walked me down to his car.

Jesse- After driving around downtown for about twenty minutes looking for parking close enough to the loft of the porn star throwing the party, we finally found something and headed up.

Being back in downtown Dallas, were I had grown up, worked and gone to school, reminded me how much my life had changed in the last couple of days. I was in college now. I was dating, something I would never have done in high school. I was letting myself go, not taking myself so seriously. But seeing the buildings, the restaurants, everything reminded me of Matt and how much I missed him. I decided I would call him when I got home tonight, or in the morning.

"This is it, Jesse," Brooklyn said as we got to a set of fire-escape stairs. I lead the way up, but Brooklyn knocked on the door when we got there.

A tall, thin but muscular guy opened the door. He was classic-all American. He had a baby smooth face, blue sparkling eyes and a kind of innocence that makes you wonder if he's really in the porn business. He opened the door topless, and for all practical purposes bottomless- in nothing but a tight jock and socks- revealing a very sculpted body. I was immediately entranced with the look this guy had as he welcomed us into his loft.

"Hey Brooklyn, long time baby," he said, giving Brooklyn a warm bear hug.

"And you must be Jesse. Brook told me about you on the phone," he said hugging me too.

"Damn Rick, you know how much I hate being called Brook," Brooklyn said, a little irritated but playful.

"And you know how much I hate being called Rick." Everyone laughed at this, making me notice for the first time the small gathering of men in the living room. There was about 7 people, sitting around in various states of undress, some in nothing but jeans, some in nothing but underwear, talking and drinking. They all looked like A&F cover models with their sculpted chest, sizzling abs and glowing skin. They were all of different complexions and races too. You had Sid, the all-American white guy. There was an Asian, by all means breaking every stereotype by the look of his jock strap. There was a black guy, who true to form had a long bone hanging out of his briefs. There was a Hispanic guy sitting around that reminded me of some of my old friends in high school. There was a stark blond littler guy I assumed was from Europe or something, but I wouldn't be able to tell until he said something. And serving up the drinks was a Mediterranean hunk with black hair inching sexily down his chest and stomach.

"These are my friends for my next shoot," Rick said. "They can introduce themselves. I need to steal Brooklyn for a second, if you don't mind Jesse. Get to know the guys, we'll be right back."

They disappeared up a pair of short steps into what I assumed was a bedroom.

Denton- Everything that was planned for tonight was pretty much kept under wrap. The other littles, as well as myself, had no idea what was planned, all our bigs would tell us was that something in fact was planned. After breakfast with our bigs, we headed back to our rooms to change for class.

On Glass' bed was two pairs of jeans, two dark blue polo shirts that had The Tribe inscribed on the breast lapel and two pairs of blue flip-flops to match.

"Dress code?"

"I told you, Denton, that the Tribe has its strange conditions. Every once in a while, the senior members will issue a uniform day, where they'll have someone layout what we need to wear," Glass explained, taking off his pants to change into his jeans.

I followed suit asking, "What about days when they don't have little matching outfits picked out for us?"

"You were what you want. They want you get used to the fact, though, that you represent the Tribe wherever you go."

"Can't I represent it in my own clothes?" By this time, Glass was done dressing and had headed to the bathroom to piss. He didn't answer my question, so I was left there thinking to myself how weird it was that these guys had our clothes picked out for us. O well, I thought, that'll be one less thing to worry about in the morning.

Zach- "There's been a change of plan, buddy," Chris said to me as he opened the door to his car to let me in.

"Change, like what?" I asked a little confused.

"We aren't going to a party anymore," he said, looking at me for approval.

We pulled out of the parking lot next to my dorm and headed towards the freeway.

"So were are we going?"

"It's a surprise." He said. He got on the freeway and headed south, towards the city.

"Have you ever been to Dallas before, I mean before you got here?"

"Nope. The only thing I know is the road from the airport to the school."

"Awesome," he said enthusiastically.

"Where are we going?" I asked again, hoping he would give me some kind of insight.

"You may as well stop asking, because you aren't gonna find out." He said with a sort of challenge in his voice. I looked at him, smiled and resolved to do whatever I could to find out where we were going. Call it the little kid in me, but to me, a challenge is a challenge.

I turned, staring at him as he stared straight ahead and said "Ok," before turning to look ahead myself.

I could feel his eyes on me as he drove in silence towards the skyscrapers that were appearing in the far horizon.

I turned and looked at him after a long silence, reached behind his head with my left hand and began playing with his ear.

I stared straight ahead, refusing to make eye contact with him, instead, I could feel him shifting his eyes between me and the road. Slowly, I lowered my hand and began massaging the back of his neck and shoulder blade.

"That feels pretty good," he said, shifting in his seat. Still, I said nothing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him shift his package around in his pants with his gear changing hand as he stayed perfectly straight, staring at the road.

I decided to up my ante a little bit and see how far I could push this guy. I played with a few strands of his curly hair before moving my hand from around him and placing it on his arm. I moved it around slowly before extending it out, feeling his pecs through his shirt. I massaged his chest for a second, soliciting a short groan from him, before I became a little more daring. I took my hand down his shirt and slipped it under, making contact with his hard flat stomach.

I heard him gasp as my hand came in contact with his smooth stomach. I inched upwards, tweeked one of his nipple for a while, before I finally looked at him.

"God, that feels so good. I don't know if I'll be able to keep this car on the road."

"Try," I said softly into his ear. I was close to face, breathing heavy against him, still circling around his chest. I moved my hand lower and lower, resting it on the bulge in his pants. I methodically and slowly unzipped his pants and stuck my fondling hand in. At this, he let out a long sigh, swerving the car before correcting to stay straight on the road.

"Be careful," I whispered, squeezing hard on his cock.

"Dude, are you trying to kill us?" he asked. I could feel the frustrated hornyness in his voice as I kept massaging his dick, squeezing it in my grip. "You're gonna run us off the road."

"You'll just have to concentrate, then," I whispered seductively, squeezing his cock at every syllable. I could feel the tension in his body. I decided it was time for the kill. I leaned forward, bent my head forward while pulling his cock out of his pants. I blew a little bit on his dick as he moaned loudly into my ear. He took one hand of the staring wheel and put it on the back of my head, guiding me down to his hard cock. I got as close as I could to his dick without touching it, straightened up suddenly and sat up, saying, "God, I don't know what got into me."

He gave me a stunned, what the fuck are you doing, look that I saw out of the corner of my eye. I refused to make eye contact.

"What the hell was that?"

"Nothing, I just got a little carried away," I said, nonchalantly.

"You suck," he said bitterly.

"No I don't," I said, like it was nothing, "but I'd be more inclined to give it a go if I knew where we were going..." I said trailing off. He gave me an evil glance, turned back to the road and unexpectedly exited off the freeway and onto the service road. I looked at him and got worried when I realized I must have pissed him off like crazy.

Jesse- There was a little awkward silence for a while as I scanned the room and smiled at the other guys before one of them spoke.

"So I suppose we should introduce ourselves. We all know you're Brooklyn's friend," the black one said first.

"Yeah, I'm Jesse," I said nervously. I had never been in a room with so many undressed hot guys before.

"Awesome, dude. They call me Ace," he said, handing me a drink with an umbrella in it. "Long Island Iced Teas are my specialty," he said grabbing his cock through his jock.

"Cool," I said, taking a sip from the drink.

"You look like the type Brooklyn would bring home," the blond one said with a Eastern European accent. He must have seen me trying to place his voice because when he reached out to shake my hand he said, "Czechoslovakia. They call me Check cuz none of them can pronounce my name."

"Cool," I said.

It was the Hispanic guy's turn. He stood up, shook my hand and said, "My name is Ton-e, with an E."

At this, they all started chanted Ton-E, Ton-E, emphasizing the E at the end of the guy's name and taking drinks from their umbrella cups. Tone collapsed into a laughing heap on the couch.

He was followed by the guy keeping all the drinks filled. He was darker skinned, almost olive colored and had a splash of hair all over his chest. He gave me an intense stare before introducing himself, "They call me O." With this Ace started up another round of chants, this time low and somber, reciting "O-O-O" before the other guys joined in. Again they all collapsed laughing.

The Asian guy, who had been the most quiet and reserved, stood up and introduced himself as Ben Ling. Again, chanting followed with "Ding-a-ling-ding-a-ling," as they all stood up and shook their hips before collapsing in their seats again.

"Awesome, glad to meet you guys."

"Our pleasure Jesse," Check said. "Believe me."

After a few sips, I was finally loosening up, laughing at the guys jokes and even adding in a few one liners myself. The whole ordeal was pretty immature and juvenile, but I guess that's what made it fun.

After a few drinks, O declared he had to head out to work; apparently he was a bartender downtown and his shift started at 10.

"Guys, we can't let Jesse sit around here in his clothes while the rest of us are in dress code," Ace said, rallying them all against me for the time being.

"What's the dress code?"

"Its either you wear pants and no underwear, or underwear and no pants... you decide."

"No pants... no pants..." Check started, when the rest of them joined in. I stood up and with my best stripper pose, unzipped my pants. The guys were wild when I slowly inched my jeans down, beneath my knees and bent over to take them off. "YAYAY!" Ace congratulated me with a huge hug and wet kiss on the head.

"I see you've met my nasty perverted friends," Brooklyn said, coming into the room with his friend in tow.

"And I see you guys have told him all about the dresscode," Rick, the guy behind Brooklyn said. I noticed that Rick was wearing a pair of jeans with no underwear, but that Brooklyn had taken off his jeans and was sporting a semi under his boxers. They stopped in the middle of the room, commanding attention, with Rick sexually close Brooklyn, almost pushing his crotch into Brooklyn's almost bare ass.

"What are ya'll sitting around for?" Brooklyn said, "I thought this was a party." With that, a chorus of "Party, party, party..." followed by heaving drinking a fondling ensued around the small living room.

Rick, whom I assumed was the leader of the pack, got everyone's attention after a round of drinks and announced we were going to play a game.

"Since we're all pretty much naked, we aren't going to waste time with the strip poker," he said. Some 'boos' followed.

"What we are going to play, though, is a round of I never!" he said, followed by some cheers. "So everyone fill your cups, because the loser is on knee duty tonight..." I didn't know what knee duty meant, but I could only assumed my imagination was correct with all the 'Ahs' and 'O Fucks' that followed.

When everyone was settled, drinks full, we all sat around the couches and floor. Rick started the game declaring, "Let's start with an easy one. I never went down on a stranger." Three guys drank, indicating that they had in fact given head to a stranger. Next, it was Brooklyn's turn.

"I never got blown in an elevator," he said, forcing only one guy, Brooklyn to take a drink.

"Story, story, story," the other guys started chanting, lead by Ace.

"Freshman year of college, before I dropped out, I decided it would be cute to start jacking off in an elevator. Another guy walks in, my cock is hanging out, he gets on his and I get blown. End of story," he said enthusiastically. "Your turn Ace."

"Ok. Lets see, I need something the newbie can drink to. I never swallow," he said, emphasizing 'swallow.' Reluctantly, I took a drink, along with Brooklyn, Rick, Tone and Check.

The game went on for a couple more rounds. After going around the circle twice, Check, Rick, and Ace were all one gulp away from finishing their drinks. It was Brooklyn's turn to ask the question, and the rest of us were hoping he would ask something those three would all have to drink to, so that we could get to fun part of the evening.

"Let's see fellows, I'm gonna go with... I never did it for cash," there was silence after he said that. Rick looked Brooklyn right in the face and took a drink, laughing as he finished the last drop in his cup. Ace and check both looked at each other, raised their cups slowly and gulped their drinks down.

"Looks like we have a three way tie for knee duty," Brooklyn said, standing up and walking over to where Rick was sitting. "That means between Ace, Check and Rick, someone is gonna be pulling double duty on Tone, Jesse, Ben and me."

Ace spoke up first, saying "I got dibs on the newbie."

By this time, Brooklyn was practically standing above Rick, indicating who he was getting. Check had no choice but to get on his knees and crawl over to where Ben and Tone were sitting patiently and quietly, and lustily. All I could think as Ace inched towards me on his knees was what an amazing date this had turned out to be.

Zach- We got to the restaurant after a few minutes. Chris hadn't said much to me after my whole incident to try and figure out where we were going.

"Damn, Chris, this is a nice place," I said, stepping out as a valet got into Chris' car. The restaurant was in the heart of downtown and inhabited an entire corner of a busy street. It had that old timey look from the outside, with the brown bricks and the large windows. Once we were ushered inside, however, I saw that this was a classy upscale, new building. The decorations were simple and elegant, but the place had that retro old-school feeling.

"I'm glad you like it," Chris said. He didn't sound mad now, like he had up until we exited the car. "I've been wanting to bring someone here for a while."

Our waiter ushered into a small round booth. As we circled around the table, Kevin, our waiter, introduced himself to us. "Hey fellows, I'll be your server tonight, so do not hesitate to ask me for anything. What can I start you two off to drink with?"

We both ordered iced teas, being underage and all, and as soon as Kevin had gone to fetch our drink orders, Chris leaned over and kissed me. I know he could feel my body tense up because he backed away quickly and just smiled at me.

"What are you worried about?" he asked gently.

"Nothing, I just wasn't expecting that," I said, recovering.

"Look around you, Zach. There is nothing to worry about."

I took a look around, noticing the obvious that I had hadn't noticed before. All the clients in the restaurant were men, primarily older, and in couples.

"Is this place...?" Chris cut me off.

"Yes," he said simply, leaning in to kiss me again.

Kevin returned with our drinks and declared that he would give us a few more minutes before we ordered. Embarrassed, I pushed Chris away, blushing and grabbed my menu. I looked up at Kevin sheepishly, like I had been caught doing something wrong, but he just looked down and winked at me.

"Have you ever been to a place like this?" Chris asked me after we had ordered and Kevin had left to take care of another table.

"Some with my parents. They dine like this sometimes, but my brother and me usually opted to stay home and order pizza."

"You had a brother?"

"Yeah, a couple years younger than me," I answered.

"Cool," he said. "I always wanted a brother. I grew up with five sisters."

"Damn," I said. "That must have been tough."

"Not really. I gave them all fashion advice," he said, laughing. We talked for a while, getting to know each other. He told me all about his family, how they ended up in Dallas and how he ended up working at the library as a grad student.

When our food came, I felt like I knew everything about Chris. We ate in silence for a few minutes before he said, "I have a confession."

"Shoot," I said looking up.

He stared me straight in the eye and I couldn't help but stare right back into his. They were gorgeously deep blue and striking. I could almost feel them cutting into me, reading me.

"I really like you," he said.

"I like you too."

"That isn't the confession," he said quickly.

"Oh," I said a little embarrassed.

"I've never really done this before," he said.

"Done what?"

"This, like go on a date with a guy or anything."

"Yeah," he said quietly.

"Oh," I said. I didn't know what to think about that. I mean, I guess it didn't really matter, I didn't date a lot in high school. In fact I barely went out. I had my share of fun and stuff, but that was with close friends, so it didn't count as going out, I guess. "That's cool. I didn't date that much in high school either."

"Well I date," he said. "I've just never been with a guy before."

"Oh," then it hit me. He meant sexually. "Do you mean sexually?" I asked abruptly.

"Yeah, that too," he said, lowering his head. I could not believe that. This hunk, this god, was telling me he had never been with a guy before. No wonder he got super pissy in the car when I lead him on. He didn't say anything else, just went back to his plate.

"So, are you hoping that me and you could, you know, do some stuff," I asked finally, after a few minutes of awkward silence. He didn't react to my question for a second, but then took a drink and replied "I was hoping, yeah," he began. "But I understand if you don't want to," he added quickly.

"Why wouldn't I want to?" I asked, confused.

"Cuz, you know. A hot guy like you must be really experienced and all. I mean, I wouldn't want to bring you down or anything." Even though it was strange, I understood his reasoning perfectly.

"Umm, well I promise you you wont be bring me down," I said. Then I leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I'll be going down willingly." He blushed, smiled at me and called Kevin over to ask him for the check.

Charles- I got home from a party at around 12. I know it was early, but all the stuff I'd been doing with all the guys I'd been doing it with had me spent. Besides, I was half hoping that Jesse would be home so we could hang out, but he wasn't. I didn't know where he was, but whatever, I figured I could get some much needed rest and that we'd hand out when he came in. I did what I usually do before bed, took off all my cloths, took a quick piss, drank some milk and checked our dorm phone messages. One was for Zach from his mom. I skipped that one. The next was for Jesse from Matt, declaring that he was coming to visit next weekend. The last one was little weird. It simply said, "Hey Jesse, I'll see you tonight at 8 right?" The message itself wasn't weird, but the voice was. I recognized it as soon as he started talking. I was floored. Jesse was going out with Brooklyn.

They say that trying is the first step to failure.