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Before The Stuy Chapter 9
"Eww," were the first words out of my mouth when I walked into my 4th floor dorm in Webster Hall. The stoned walls were painted with an ugly off-off-OFF eggshell, the twin bunk bed was unmade, and the blinds looked like they hadn't been cleaned in years. Thankfully, I had my own desk and wardrobe to put my things in and was lucky enough to get a suite.
The Wednesday through Friday, before upperclassmen would return, were known as "Freshman Week" at the university. On Wednesday morning we were to pick up our schedules, double check our registration, get our student IDs, and handle other administrative tasks before getting the keys to our dorms. Knowing this, I did my best to convince my parents not to come with me because I didn't want them waiting around for hours. That morning my Mum cooked a huge breakfast, and my Dad stuffed $200 into my pocket for groceries; I then packed my two giant suitcases, duffle bag, and backpack into my truck and drove the 35 minutes to campus. I parked in the driveway of the frat house because freshmen weren't allowed to have cars on campus, and would wait until Sean returned from his beach trip to take the truck back home.
I'd finally finished making my bed after putting things away when I heard three voices entering the room. I turned to see two tall white dudes with muscles in tank tops and buzzcuts standing behind a tall thick bodied light skinned dude wearing only his jeans and boat shoes. Of course my roommate was an athlete, I shook my head.
"Who are you?" The light skin dude asked me as he and his friends dropped the boxes they were carrying.
"I'm Ish," I extended my hand for a shake. "One of you Marcus?" That's all I knew about my roommate, his name.
"That's me," he returned the shake. "These two are Brett and Scooter." What the fuck kinda name is Scooter?!
"Nice to meet you," I waved at them.
"You on a team?" Marcus asked, sizing me up with his eyes.
"Team? LIke sports?" I was obviously NOT an athlete.
"Yeah," he said. "Webster 3rd and 4th are for athletes only."
"Oh shit, I didn't know. They must've placed me here after I didn't choose a dorm. It's not like I'll be here all year." I shrugged as the other two disappeared.
"Why not?" Marcus looked around the room, seeing what I'd claimed. "You took the bottle bunk dude?!"
"Trust me, you'll be glad," not explaining that I figured he didn't wanna hear gay sex above his head on a regular basis. "Besides, I'm moving into the frat house in the spring."
"Frat house?" He didn't look happy about that. "Freshmen aren't allowed to move into frats until sophomore year."
"They can when their brother is the chapter president," Sean had won the election at the end of the previous school year.
"Which frat?" he asked.
"D-Kaps," I told him, I watched him register it in his head.
"You're a Kappa?" He looked skeptical. "They're tough to get into."
"Not when you're a legacy," I responded. Just then Scooter and Brett returned with two suitcases, a tv, and a backpack.
"That's the last of it," one of them said (I couldn't tell which was which).
"Check this out," Marcus turned to his friends. "My new roomie is a legacy at Delta Kappa Omega." Their eyes widened.
"Wait, really?!" One of them asked. "You goin' for D-Kaps?"
"Yep. Practically in already," I felt confident, like I had status.
"I'm hoping my brother gets me in," the other responded. "I heard the parties are insane."
"They're pretty cool, lots of beer," I nodded.
"I heard there was a girl who sucked every Kappa's dick last year," the first one said.
"I heard it was a dude," Marcus retorted. "I don't do fag shit." He looked me up and down.
"Dude! A mouth is a mouth," the first one said. "Besides, we'll be too busy with practice to care."
"What sport do you play?" Their wide asses screamed "baseball", but I wanted to be sure.
"We're on the baseball team," the other confirmed.
"Nice man," I did my best to sound like a bro. "I'll be sure to tell my brother about you guys." I knew I would eventually.
After Scooter and Brett left our room, Marcus talked to me about baseball and his hometown while putting away his stuff. He was the oldest of four siblings, from a small town at the NJ/PA border. He'd been playing baseball his whole life and received a full scholarship to be on the team. Apparently freshmen were meant to warm the benches unless told otherwise, so he was upset about not being able to actually play. He was also upset about his girlfriend breaking up with him two days before moving into the dorms, because she didn't want to do long distance after having experienced it when he had to be at summer training session. I told him that it was better than waiting until Thanksgiving break, and ending up a "Turkey Dump" cliche.
"So, are you gay or not?" He asked me as he sat in his desk chair, facing me, while I sat on my bed.
"What?" No one's ever asked me so abruptly.
"Are. You. Gay?" He slowly repeated the question. "Yes or no?"
"Is that gonna be a problem for you?"
"I don't fuck with gay shit," he stated. "Don't wanna see it, hear it, nothing."
"You know you're in college, right? You know that Manhattan is right across the water? It's hella gay niggas around here!" I told him.
"What's that gotta do with me?"
"Get used to it! Cuz I promise you, my boyfriend will be visiting regularly. I'll just do my best to text you if we're gonna be fucking." I wasn't going to hide anything, and didn't feel the need to lie. We're adults now.
"You got a boyfriend?!" He shook his head. "I don't know if I can stay here. This too much for me."
"That's on you, my dude," I made it plain. "If you wanna get on the waitlist for another dorm, go `head. But I'm not leaving cuz your ass is uncomfortable."
He dropped the subject by leaving the room. I don't know where he went, and didn't care. I just didn't want any problems. Especially not before classes started.
I spent Thursday and Friday attending seminars and lectures that were specifically aimed at the incoming freshmen. Two straight days of being warned about the dangers of underage drinking, the importance of sexual consent, knowing how to reach out to your advisor and RA with any questions. My favorite was the one geared towards the kids who were excited about being able to travel across the water to Manhattan, making sure that they knew their job was their schoolwork and not trying to get their big acting break. After my seminar on tolerance towards queer people Thursday night, I ate in the cafeteria then knocked out in my bed until morning. On Friday evening I made my way over to the frat house because I wanted to drive my truck home before Sean got back on Sunday night. I needed to get out of my dorm.
To my surprise there were already guys hanging out on the front porch, and moving in boxes. Apparently a good amount of the brothers were wanting to get out of their parents' houses as soon as they could, and didn't want to wait until Sunday to finally move in. One of the guys recognized me walking up the driveway and called me over to where he was sitting on the lawn smoking a cigarette while drinking a beer.
"Hey lil man!" Richard, aka Dig Bick, said as he stood to hug me. I first met Dig when he was pledging with Sean during their freshman year. I'd been visiting for lunch when Sean made it a point to introduce me to all five of his pledge brothers (only 6 allowed each semester). After being introduced to them all, Sean made a big deal about kicking anyone's ass for calling me a "fag". I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but after sticking around for one of their weekly parties, Dig ended up giving me a facial in the pantry before helping me wipe off my face. Since then he's always been the sweetest guy to me, even when he was yelling at everyone else in the room. I couldn't help but to smile when I saw the meaty shirtless 6'3 baseball player with a summer tan. Especially knowing that he was one of the dudes who helped kick Ravi's ass.
"My bad! Big man now!" He corrected himself as he sat back down on the grass, pointing to the empty space next to him. "You finally made it to college! How's it been bro?"
"Been in freshman seminars the last two days," I huffed as I joined him on the grass.
"Oh shit, I remember those," he puffed his cig. "At least they're done with."
"Now on to classes," I mocked enthusiasm.
"How's your roommate?" He asked me, causing me to remember that they played the same sport.
"Not great, but I'll manage." I shrugged, looking up to watch the shirtless D-Kaps sweating as they carried boxes and suitcases into the house.
"What happened?" He asked me. "Already brought back a girl and forgot to warn you? Video games too loud? Oooh! Did he snort a line then have to clean the entire room at 3am?"
"That's a thing?" I looked at him. What the fuck is college?!
"Oh, it's definitely a thing," he drank a gulp of his beer. "What's the problem lil bro?"
"I don't know if I should tell you," I looked down. "He's on your team."
"Now you've gotta tell me," he pressed. "If any of my teammates is bothering my lil bro, it's my job to set `em straight as team captain. Even if it's my own actual little brother."
"Your brother's on the team? Wait! You made captain?! When?"
"Happened at summer training," he smiled. "Same time my brother joined the team."
"That's awesome! Congratulations!" I knew he worked hard at his baseball career, the dude wanted to go pro after finishing his degree in communications.
"Yeah, yeah. Who's bothering you?" He wouldn't let me change the subject.
"Let's just say there's a dude on your team who's homophobic af," I said to him. "I don't know if it's because he's from a small hick town, or just an asshole. But I've only seen him twice since I told him I fuck dudes."
"Did he ask you about it? Or just you just told him?" He flicked his cigarette.
"He asked, I answered," I responded. "Then he got weird about me having a boyfriend."
"What'd he say?"
"Told me `they don't do that where I come from'," I shook my head. "We're in college, grow the fuck up!"
"Sounds like something a lot of the dudes say when they first get here," he shrugged. "He'll either get with it or get gone. Is he white or black?"
"Uh uh," I knew what he was doing. "No specifics. Don't need this shit getting back to me."
"Fine," he dropped the subject. "So you came here to get away from him?"
"Actually I came to drive my truck back home," I told him.
"Fuck that," he miraculously pulled two cans of beer out of nowhere and handed one of them to me. "You're staying for dinner."
"I don't wanna drive drunk," I just spent two days being told how bad it was.
"Who said anything about driving?" He cracked open his can. "Take it home tomorrow after the hangover is gone." I shrugged, cracked my can, and swallowed half of the beer in one gulp.
The frat house was mostly full and settled by dinner time. Of the forty-eight active members who belonged to the chapter, only 24 lived in the house at a time; the remaining three who weren't moved in yet were due back on Sunday before classes started on Monday. I pretty much knew almost everyone who was there except for the two transfer students, and was greeted with warm hugs and claps on my shoulder. After over two years of letting the dudes use my mouth and ass, I was finally on my way to being one of them. A few of them asked me if I was ready to pledge, but before I could respond Dig would answer "of course he is". I was mostly ready, I knew that my spot was secured (my Dad and Sean, plus my holes, gave me legacy status), but I couldn't stop comparing my body to the brothers. Out of forty dudes, about twenty-five were athletes, everyone here had some sort of meat on their bones. "Fat Matt" was the biggest dude there and was known to be the best linebacker that the school ever had. "Skinny Matt" was almost my size, didn't play sports yet was surprisingly strong, and could really handle his liquor. I was still skinny as fuck. No matter how much I ate or tried working out, my body rarely gained weight; sure I accepted it, I even took pride in it, but I still stood out in this crowd.
"There he is!" I heard Dig yell as he looked up from the table. Three dudes walked into the dining room looking around in awe of how big the place was. I watched as Dig got up to walk towards them, then realized that it was Marcus with Brett and Scooter. I couldn't figure out which was which, but instantly saw the similarity between the one that Dig hugged and himself. Of course they were brothers, why would my life not work out this way?
"Guys!" Dig got the attention of everyone in the room. "This is my little brother Scooter! And that's Brett and Marcus. Be good to them!"
I stayed quiet as I watched everyone greet them. A few of the members were also on the baseball team, so they started chatting for a bit. When Dig directed the trio to our table, Marcus stood still when he recognized me.
"Hey man!" Scooter greeted me with a smile as he, Dig, and Brett sat down. "I didn't know you were coming."
"I didn't either," I responded. "But Dig wouldn't let me leave."
"Who's Dig?" Brett asked.
"Dig Bick, at your service," Dig answered with a goofy smile before looking up at Marcus. "You gonna sit and eat or stand around all day?"
"Sorry Captain," he responded before grabbing the seat directly across from me.
"You guys know each other?" Dig looked between his brother and I.
"Yeah," I told him. "We met at move-in day."
"We're actually suitemates," Scooter offered. I didn't know that because I hadn't met my suitemates yet.
"Small world," Dig smiled.
"Very small," I gritted as I looked Marcus up and down with contempt.
"So you must know lil bro's roommate too?" I knew where he was going with this, the dude could never let sleeping dogs lie.
"What about him?" Marcus rolled his eyes at me.
"Seems like the guy has a problem with my bro," Dig answered. "And apparently he's on the team." Marcus' mouth opened, but no words came out. "Now how does that look for me if my bro and one of my teammates have a problem?"
"Not good Captain," the trio answered in unison.
"Exactly," he continued. "But since the little dude won't tell me who it is, I'm gonna ask you guys to bring him to the house tomorrow before the kick off party. If you don't bring him here by 6pm, I'm kicking all of your asses, and his when I find him. Capisce?" I forgot he was from Bayonne.
"Yes Captain," they answered before Dig went to get more beers.
After we ate dinner, the guys in the frat dispersed. Some went out, some went to their rooms, the rest hung out in the backyard sitting around while a few of the brothers played Cornhole. I was silently sitting in the worn out gazebo when Scooter walked over to join me.
"So, what happened?" he asked as he sat next to me, handing me my fifth beer of the night.
"Skins are up by two points," I referred to the game of Cornhole as I cracked the can.
"I meant what happened with Marcus, smart ass," he looked at me waiting for an answer.
"Same homophobic shit I've dealt with before," I gulped my beer. "Nothing new."
"Why didn't you tell Richie that it was him?" He referred to Dig.
"You saw how the dude was when he told you guys about it," I took another sip. "I'm tired of my big brothers always wanting to fight my battles."
"I get that," he drank. "Been like that since we were kids."
"After what he and Sean did to my ex, I'm not willing to risk them getting into trouble for me."
"Wait! Your brother is Sean?!" Oh shit, here it comes. "You're Sticky Knees?" He asked in a whisper.
"I really hope I get a better house name this year," I rolled my eyes as I drank some more.
"Now it makes sense," he slapped my knee. "Richie loves you like crazy! Always talking about how cool you are and how good your head is."
"Of course he does," you gotta love that big lug.
"How about this," he proposed. "I'll talk to Marcus, if you call off the hound."
"A much more appropriate name for him," I chuckled. "What's in it for you?"
"We gay bros gotta stick together. Consider it me pledging my loyalty before Rush Week." He blew my mind, an actual gay frat bro?!
"Does Dig know?" I asked him.
"Yeah," he smiled. "First person I told, didn't make a big deal about it."
"What about Brett and Marcus?"
"Brett's my boyfriend, so I think he does," he laughed. "Definitely haven't told Marcus yet."
"I fucking knew baseball was a gay ass sport," I laughed to myself. "Alright, you've got a deal, brother." We clinked our beer cans.
"Now about that head game..." he whispered, causing me to roll my eyes again.
I led Brett and Scooter to the second floor master bedroom, the president's room. I knew that it'd be empty because Sean wasn't due back until Sunday. As soon as I closed the door I turned to see two very naked baseball players standing in front of the sofa, waiting for me. I took them in for a minute. Despite their similar height, body mass, and haircuts, they had small differences that were noticeable. Scooter had a tattoo on his ankle that matched Dig's, and a very smooth body. Brett was very hairy with much bigger feet. They both smelled like athletes who didn't shower after practice.
I'd already told them that it had to be quick due to Marcus being somewhere running around the house with Dig. I dropped to my knees and swallowed Brett's 6.5 inches easily. Immediately deep throating him as I grabbed onto his meaty ass. He moaned as he placed his huge hands on my head, pressing me down. I stayed in place as I let my tongue lick around the shaft as much as I could. The smell of his pubes made it very easy for me to stay there until he started fucking my face. His palms were firmly planted on my cheeks as he used my mouth like a fleshlight. In and out, in and out, creating trails of spit that fell onto the floor. "Fuck!" he panted before asking me if I swallowed. I pushed his ass so that his dick hit my throat again, that's when he shot. I pulled off just enough that I could taste the thick ropes of cum that he was depositing into my mouth. When he was done I sucked out the last drop before he fell back onto the sofa.
My future bro Scooter was a lot like Dig in the way that both of them had big beautiful 9 inch cocks. But unlike Dig, you could tell he wasn't very experienced. After I licked along his shaft then teased his cock head, I took about 5 inches into my mouth. He started fucking my face wildly, causing me to gag a little. When I pulled off a bit before taking more of it in, I knew that he wouldn't last long. I used my right hand to jack off his shaft while sucking the top half of his dick. Pretty soon I felt his cock expand in my mouth before tasting his cum as it shot out. Like his brother, Dig, he seemed to have an endless supply of cum to give me.
When we were leaving the room after straightening ourselves up, I pulled Scooter aside to let him know that we needed to talk soon. I wanted to teach him how to last longer for when he got head in the future. He kissed me on the cheek and said "thanks brother", before running to catch up with Brett.
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