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There's something to be said about having a good bro... ------------------------------------------ Before The Stuy Chapter 10
I knocked out in Sean's bed after having too many beers the night before with the guys. My head was pounding when I woke up. The sunlight hurt my eyes, and the sounds of birds really ticked me off. I didn't remember falling asleep with my clothes on, but aye... Here's to a good night?
I, somehow, managed to make my way back to my dorm to shower and take a four hour recovery nap before waking up to the door slamming. I looked to see Marcus with an attitude on his face and headphones on his head. When he took off the headphones the music started blasting from the speakers. I was still slightly hungover, naked, and not in the mood to deal with him. I walked through the suite bathroom and knocked on the door on the other side, waiting for Scooter to answer. When he did, his face went from a smile to "here we go" real fast as he heard the loud music. He looked over my naked body, flicked my nose, then led the way into my room.
After grabbing my clothes for the party, and getting dressed in sweats and a tank top, I left the room and walked around campus for a while. I thought about calling Kal, but knew that he was very busy working his last day at the mosque before school started. I didn't want to add anything to his already full plate, so I sent a simple "love you <3" text to him before making my way to the frat house. I greeted the guys sitting on the porch and front lawn, then walked straight to Dig's room on the second floor. A blonde girl wearing a sequined tank top and jeans slid her way past me while holding a pair of shoes coming out of his room. "Call me!" Dig yelled out to her before inviting me into his room.
Dig had a small single with enough space for a twin bed, a slim dresser, and his desk. Clothes and sports gear spilled out of his closet, while the opened window was letting out the smell of man and sex. I was shocked at how quickly he managed to mess up the place after moving in for summer training.
"Wassup lil bro?" he smiled as he closed the door.
"You tell me," I answered as I sat on the desk chair. "You're the one that got laid last night."
"Dude! Her pussy was insane!" he humped the air, before sitting on the bed. "I don't think she spoke English though. She kept calling me `JaJa'."
"JaJa or ja ja' as in German for yes'?" Thank goodness for his scholarship.
"That's what it was!" The light in his head clicked. "See! You're more than just the best mouth on campus!" I rolled my eyes at him. "So what's up dude?"
"I talked to Scooter last night," I told him. "He and I are gonna handle the roommate situation on our own."
"I don't know," he said in that weird "big brother" voice. "What if it doesn't get better? I'm supposed to watch out for you guys."
"And I'm thankful for it," I expressed. "But... We're big boys now. Time to handle our own problems."
"Sean was right," he said. "Told me you'd find a way to try to work it out."
"Just tired of my big brothers always making it hard for me to grow up."
"We just want you to be okay," he leaned forward to pat my knee. "Promise to let me know if it gets worse?"
"I promise," I assure him.
"Fine, I'll back off for now." He cracked his knuckles.
"Thank goodness!" I breathed a sigh of relief. I was worried it'd be a harder task.
"So, who's dick is better? Mine or Scooter's?" He changed the subject.
"How did you know?!" We promised not to say anything.
"You were gone for twenty minutes, and no one could find you. I ain't the brightest tool in the box, but I know Sticky Knees."
"I completely blame you for that nickname," I glared at him. He knew that I hated it, even though it was a badge of honor.
"So, whose is better?"
"I'm not answering that," I was direct. "Giving head doesn't determine the stroke game."
"Then what does?"
"Seeing what he does with my ass," I answered. "And since neither of you have fucked me recently, we may never know."
"Well, lemme know when you start bottom again," he smiled. "I'll happily fix that."
"I started last month," I leaned in and licked my lips. "Kal's been really good at keeping it nice and ready for when I pledge."
"Damn! I gotta wait that long?!" he gritted his teeth.
"Aye, take it up with Sean," I responded. "He's the one who made the rule."
"I know! I know!" He laid back on the bed. "HANDS OFF ISH UNTIL RUSH WEEK!" He screamed into a pillow before throwing it. "That motherfucker better let me get first crack at it!"
"We'll see," I stood from the chair to stretch, then grabbed his covered dick real hard before letting it go. "Gonna shower before the party."
"Not fair!" He yelled as I made my way out of his room.
I went to Sean's room to use his private bathroom for my shower. I could've used one of the communal showers on the second or third floor, but didn't want to get distracted; I also wanted to wait until rush week officially started before being around too many naked bros. After I finished washing up, I found Sean walking into his room with his duffle bag in hand.
"What are you doing here?" I asked as he closed the door.
"This is my room," he threw the bag on the floor in front of the sofa. "What are you doing here?"
"Wanted to shower before the party," I answered. "Not trying to be too tempted before rush week."
"Look at you! Following the rules!" He chimed. I stuck out my tongue as I made my way to the bed to start getting dressed. "To answer your question, it's Kick Off night. The president has to be here for it."
"You told Dad you were coming back tomorrow," I responded.
"I also told him that I'd let him know if you were having any problems," he started getting undressed. "And yet... He still doesn't know about your roommate situation." How the fuck did he know?! "Don't be surprised. Dig called me last night."
I followed him into the bathroom wearing only my cargo shorts. I watched as he removed his boxers, seeing his mostly smooth firm ass and hairy balls, as he bent down to take them off. It was weird, because I knew that I'd easily fold for him if he ever asked me to, but we were brothers to the point that it was sometimes strange to think about. I told him what was going on with the roommate problem, and how Scooter and I made a plan to rectify it; he seemed pleased with the situation then started telling me about his beach trip. He and two of the frat brothers went to the Jersey Shore where they spent a week partying, surfing, and fucking different girls; a true bro weekend.
After we both finished getting dressed, we double checked ourselves in the mirror before making our way to the first floor. We saw guys carrying kegs, bringing in snacks, and roughhousing in various parts of the house before reaching the back porch where we sat with Dig on a worn out couch. Shooting the shit and listening to them talk about girls that they hoped to see at the party. A little after 6pm Brett and Scooter showed up, and introduced themselves to Sean. He took to Scooter right away, but I could tell he was standoffish with Brett for some reason.
"Well boys," Dig looked at us three freshmen."You were given a task, but I don't see any evidence of you doing it." He knew the word "evidence"?!
"I-I thought Ish talked to you," Scooter looked to me, then back to his brother.
"He did," he answered before I could. "But you didn't." He squared his eyes at his brother and his boyfriend. "Where's Marcus?"
"He's back at the dorm, said he wasn't feeling good," Brett spoke up.
"Or is he scared that I'll kick his ass?" Dig responded. Did he know? "You know I know your room assignments right?" None of us responded. "I knew yesterday too." Was he secretly a spy?!
"But.. But," I started before he cut me off.
"I wanted you to work it out for yourselves," he spoke. "To see how you'd handle it as brothers and teammates." This was evil, yet I wasn't mad at him? "What happened?"
After I'd left the room, Scooter and Brett tried talking sense into Marcus. They told him that it was stupid of him to be upset with me for being gay; and that as long as we respected each other, we could handle a few months of being roommates. They told him that we'd barely see each other because of their training schedule and me pledging the frat house. He wasn't trying to hear it, even told them that he didn't want to risk walking in on "two fags fucking". They tried reasoning with him by saying that the rumored "gay dude" on their team hadn't bothered anyone (not revealing that the gay dude was also dating the bi dude on the team). Nothing worked. They gave up before getting ready for the party, and hadn't heard from him since.
"Welp, that's on him," Sean spoke. "We can't save `em all," he shrugged. "If he wants to be dumb, let him."
"But he's on my team, High," Dig looked at Sean, saying his house name "High Pitch". "I don't want problems on my field."
"And there won't be," High answered. "As long as he doesn't cause any problems."
The music had finally started as the sun was going down. Strings of light illuminated the wooden fence around the modest, yet messy, yard as the porch and street lights came on. It was time to party. Before letting us freshmen go, High and Dig made two very important statements to us. First, Brett & Scooter owed Dig 25 laps on Monday for lying to him about Marcus being sick; Second, I was only allowed to hook-up with non-Greek underclassmen until rush week. If I didn't follow the rules, or if they didn't run the laps, we'd be in serious trouble. I wasn't going to risk losing my only form of escape before it was officially mine.
I was on the couch in the basement being spitroasted by Brett and Scooter after having played multiple drinking games when Scooter pulled his dick out of my mouth to ask me where my boyfriend was. He'd been wanting to meet Kal after hearing stories about him from High. I shrugged while his boyfriend kept giving me strong abrasive thrusts. I felt my ass sucking his 6.5 inches, doing my best to make him cum. I was glad that Scooter didn't put his cock back into my mouth, because I didn't want him to nut as fast as he did the night before. He watched as his boyfriend roughly grabbed my hips and kept bucking into me, working up an orgasm. After about 5 minutes of being inside of me, I felt his load shooting into my hole as he let out an intense groan. There was no tenderness when he abruptly pulled out of me, partially pulling out some of his load with his dick. I felt a trail form on the back of my leg.
"Dude look!" I heard Brett exclaim. "My cum is leaking out of his ass!" His hands were holding my cheeks open as Scooter went behind me to see.
"Fuck! That's hot dude!" Scooter said as I felt a finger pushing some of it back into me. "Richie said he was a good fuck!"
"His ass is sooo good!" Brett confirmed. "You gotta try it."
I felt shuffling behind me before feeling Scooter's big cock head pushing into me. "Fuuuck!" I heard him groan as he used his boyfriend's load as lube for his 9 inch monster.
"There you are!" I looked up to see Kal walking down the steps of the basement. Scooter stayed still as the new arrival made his way over to the couch. "I was looking for you."
"Hey babe," I nonchalantly greeted my boyfriend, as I pushed my ass to meet Scooter's pubes, causing him to let out a whimper. "That's Scooter and Brett, my suitemates."
"Hey," he reached out to shake their hands. "I'm Kal."
"Oh shit!" I heard Scooter cry out, as he tried pulling out, before he felt my hole tighten on him. "Oh my god!"
"I know," I heard Kal chuckle. "He's good." He sat in front of me on the couch, then bent down to kiss me on the lips.
I fucked myself onto Scooter's dick while Kal started making out with me. My boyfriend's hand roamed all over my naked body as I used my hole to try to get Scooter to relax. I wanted to reach for Kal's dick, to suck it, but knew that it was against the rules so I played with my own. Scooter finally cooled off and started to actually fuck me as I played with myself. I heard him panting and grunting with each thrust. He was really getting into it before warning me that he was about to cum. "Breed my boyfriend!" Kal looked directly at him as his cock expanded. I felt him shooting buckets into me as he kept fucking in, it felt like forever that his load was still blasting into me before he pulled out. He instantly got onto his knees so that I could cum on his face. I sat on the couch, making out with Kal with Scooter and Brett's loads still leaking out as I jacked off as fiercely as I could. When I felt Kal grip my balls, I started shooting; 5 strong ropes of thick cum hit Scooter's face as he knelt with his tongue sticking out. When I finished, he stood to make out with Brett.
After cleaning up and dressing in the basement bathroom, the four of us went back upstairs to hang out with everyone else. When High saw Kal, he gave him a giant bear hug, then drunkenly called him his "favorite brother-in-law".
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