Our Sons First College Apartment

Our Sons First College Apartment: Chapter 4

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Our Sons First College Apartment

Chapter 4: House Party

Part 1: PreGame

"Hey, Brando." Jake said as he entered the apartment and saw Brandon sitting on the sofa under a blanket watching a football game.

"Hey, Jake." Brandon said. "What's up?"

"Not, much, Man. Just trying to get a handle on my study routine. It seems like studying on a beautiful Saturday afternoon is wrong, but I'm not gonna let myself get behind and I have so much fucking reading to do, it's crazy."

"Yeah, it's a little different than community college." Brandon said, not intentionally trying to sound condescending, but doing so anyway. He realized how that sounded and tried to recover. "It's an adjustment. It's awesome that you're being so disciplined already." He cringed a second time, thinking he'd overcompensated and now sounded like his father. Fortunately, Jake was just happy to have the positive reinforcement.

"I'm really in the mood to par-tee tonight!! It feels so much better to party after you've worked hard at something!" Jake said. Brandon rolled his eyes and smiled at how ridiculous it was that Jake had apparently skated through his academic career so much that he was just noticing what the satisfaction of a good work ethic feels like.

"Oh, Fuck!!" Brandon yelled at the large TV screen. Jake was facing the opposite direction and had no idea what happened. He looked confused at Brandon. "Turnover...interception. We're fucked now!" Brandon said, frustrated.

"Isn't it like, the first game of the season?" Jake said. Jake loved pro basketball and baseball and tennis and golf and hockey - but for some reason didn't give a shit about football. "You're just watching because you have the hots for Patrick Mahomes. You're rubbing one out under that blanket, aren't you?"

"Fuck off." Brandon's said, laughing. "I had to get the blanket because Leo keeps the place at 68 degrees. It's like, 88 outside and it's fucking freezing in here. You want a beer?" He added and threw off the blanket and walked to the fridge. He bent over to grab a bottle of Miller High Life. He grabbed a second one, assuming Jake wouldn't decline.

"Sure. Maybe you're freezing because you're sitting around in your skivvies." Jake said, immediately focusing on Brandon's buff body as he walked to the kitchen in just a faded yellow tee shirt with cut-off sleeves and a pair of pale blue Andrew Christian briefs. Jake recognized them as one of Aaron's many pairs. They were the "bulge-enhancing" style that was designed with the separate pouch that pulled up under your balls to give you a more prominent package. His abs were so muscular that the bottom of his eight pack stuck out just slightly above his navy blue waistband. His butt looked like you could set your beer down on it.

"You like what you see, Buddy?" Brandon said, noting Jake's fixated gaze and ignoring his comment about being underdressed for the air conditioning.

"Uh...just shocked you're complaining about being cold when you're not wearing anything." Jake said, trying to recover. "Is Eric here?" He added trying to change the subject.

"Nope. Didn't come home. I think he's hanging out at Lana's. He found out she's going on a ten day vacation because her Dad's getting remarried in the Caribbean so she'll miss a whole week of classes.

"Where in the Caribbean?" Jake asked.

"Not sure. An island somewhere." Brandon said, thinking he was funny. Jake didn't even smile. "I think they speak French. Saint Something."

"Wow. Eric doesn't get to go?" Jake asked.

"Apparently, it's immediate family only." Brandon said. "Matt wouldn't let him take off a week of school anyway."

"That's true. His dad's a hard ass about school." Jake said. "That sucks for him, having to go another week without getting any after their summer apart."

"No shit." Brandon said, making the universal jerking off gesture. Jake smiled.

"Is Leo here?" Jake asked.

"Yeah, he's in his room" Brandon said and then leaned in toward Jake and whispered. "With that girl. I forget her name." Then Brandon smirked and began rhythmically thrusting his pelvis out like he was air- fucking.

"Still?" Jake said, looking surprised. "Have you seen him at all?"

"Once. He walked out naked to sneak into the bathroom to take a wiz, but went right back in."

"What about her?" Jake asked.

"Haven't seen her, but I've been in and out of our room. She must have gone to the bathroom at some point." Brandon said. Jake was slightly annoyed that he called Aaron's room, 'their room', but ignored it.

"Was he...boned up?" Jake asked, and then realized he'd just said his thought out loud. Brandon raised his eyebrows.

"He was...bigger than normal...and sweaty...but definitely not boned up. Probably just nutted and had to piss. You know how that is." Brandon said, smirking - both because he couldn't believe Jake asked that but also because he was amused by the fact that he'd definitely looked and noted the state of Leo's dick. Jake nodded.

"Have they been loud?" Jake asked. "His bed's right next to your wall."

"That's totally why I came out here to watch TV - with the sound up. Aaron's at the library in some study group and I was just sleeping in, listening to Leo gruntin' like a farm animal in there." Brandon said. He handed Jake a beer and clinked their bottles together before finally walking back to the couch.

Jake watched his perfect ass shift back and forth as he walked away. He remembered how good it looked in the showers back in their hometown gym when Jake and Aaron were in high school and Brandon was a college guy - but he was even hotter now. Jake had a mixture of lust and jealousy going on in his head. It was making him horny for Brett.

He wondered if he would finally see Brett at the sorority house party tonight. Jake hadn't texted Brett yet; he wasn't sure what to say. It had only been the first week of classes, but it seemed like an eternity. Jake had jerked off every night this week, re-living their hot weekend encounter from last spring semester when he'd visited campus for Eric's wrestling tournament and stayed in Brett's room. He wasn't sure what Brett thought about that weekend now. They never talked about it when they texted after that weekend - before they'd stopped texting altogether.

Would he ignore Jake? Would he pretend it hadn't happened? Jake thought that even if he wasn't interested in a repeat of that encounter, maybe they could tag team some sorority girls after a party. That fantasy got him off too. He pictured them both doing some random girls, doggie style from behind and facing opposite directions so he could watch Brett's sweaty chest as he fucked and they could high five each other.

Jake wanted to pledge Brett's fraternity. His frat brothers had all liked him. Pledge week didn't happen for another four or five weeks. He was worried about how Brett would react to his pledging - and worrying wasn't in Jake's wheelhouse. He liked knowing how things were going to go down.

"Move your legs, Man." Jake said, about to sit down on Brandon's feet at the end of the sofa. Brandon rotated and sat up, putting his feet on the leather ottoman.

"Whose ass are you watching here? Mahomes?" Jake teased him.

"Beefy football player ass isn't really my thing." Brandon said, staring at the screen.

"Ah...right. You like Aaron's little butt." Jake said.

"That I do." Brandon said and blushed, still not making eye contact with Jake. "I do like Sam Ehlinger's butt though."

"Who?"

"Plays for the Colts." Brandon said. He pulled the blanket back up over his lap. Jake wondered if he was cold or getting aroused.

Jake set his beer down and googled pics of Ehlinger on his phone. "Hmm. I guess I get that. So watching these guys bulging out of their white spandex uniforms doesn't get you going?" Jake continued.

"Some of us are just actually fans of the game." Brandon said, condescendingly. "You're obviously not a football fan. Are YOU just watching for the bulging spandex?"

"I'm not watching at all. I was hoping I could talk you into watching some porn instead." Jake said. "I was horny all day at the library. It was hard to concentrate."

"Jesus, you have a one track mind."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Jake said, smiling and grabbing his junk through his jeans.

"You're just like your dad." Brandon said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jake asked.

"He gets so horny watching football that he likes to get head while he's watching." Brandon said.

"How do you know that?" Jake said.

"Dude. You fucking told us like, a dozen times that you walked in on him getting it." Brandon said.

"It was halftime."

--

Part 2: The House Party

"You want another beer?" Aaron asked Jake. They were standing in the crowded dining room of the sorority house where the party was at, watching people dancing to the very loud clubby music emanating from two huge speakers at the opposite end of the adjacent living room. It was Lana's sorority so everyone in the apartment was invited.

"Sure." Jake said. "I'll come with you." They walked through the crowded kitchen to the back door and stopped on the porch when they saw Eric doing a keg stand. He was guzzling beer straight from the tap as he held himself up by his hands, gripping the sides of the top of the silver keg. The crowd was cheering. Typically a couple of buddies have to hold someone's legs straight up in the air for a Kegstand, but Eric was managing this trick without anyone's assistance. One of his teammates was holding the tap to his mouth as Eric's biceps bulged as he steadied himself with his legs in the air. He was wearing a loose tank top that had fallen upside down to his face, showing off his bulky six pack. His damp black furry arm pits were right at eye level.

"28...29...30!!!!" The crowd chanted and cheered and then he lowered himself slightly and launched himself over the top like a gymnast popping off the top of the vault to flip over and land on his feet. His face was red but he smiled as everyone near him patted him on the back.

"Now that's how you do a fucking kegstand!" Another of his teammates yelled to more cheers. Suddenly Lana pushed through the back screen door behind Aaron and Jake and squeezed between them, putting an arm around each of their shoulders.

"Did you see that?" Aaron asked her.

"I did! I was watching from the kitchen window." Lana said.

"He's very impressive." Aaron said.

"I think he's very drunk!" She said. "But, yeah. He's my hero." She rolled her eyes but she was smiling big.

"Our boy's not much of a partier. What's gotten into him tonight?" Jake asked.

"Good question. He's been in a rowdy mood all day." Lana said. "I'm not sure how long he's gonna last tonight." She added laughing. "It's like he's on a mission."

"I think he's just happy to finally be back in the same zip code as you." Aaron said.

"Aww." Lana said. "You're sweet." She kissed Aaron on the cheek.

"He's serious. Our boy was miserable without you this summer. He was insufferable." Jake said.

"Aww. You're sweet too." Lana said. Jake leaned down and aimed his cheek toward her face. She rolled her eyes again and kissed his cheek too. "Just slightly less sweet than Aaron."

"Damn." Jake said, smiling. "You got the edge on me again, Bro." He said to Aaron and smiled. He loved being here. This was exactly what he pictured college life would be.

"Where's your boyfriend tonight?" Lana asked. Jake furrowed his brow for a split second until he realized she was talking to Aaron.

"Working." Aaron sighed. "He works every fucking Saturday night at the club."

"Poor baby." Lana said, making a pouty face in sympathy. "I gotta get out to Cell Block some Saturday night. I heard it's crazy."

"Not really sure it's your vibe." Aaron said.

"I think it's exactly the vibe I need; a place where no drunk frat boys hit on me all night." Lana said.

"Well, you're right about that, I think-" Aaron started but then got cut off by Eric bounding up the back porch steps.

"Did I see you trying to steal my girl?" Eric said, looking pissed off. Jake looked shocked and then Eric busted out laughing and threw his arm around Jake's shoulder. He rustled Jake's hair like an older brother. "It's so good to have you here." Jake looked shocked again, but this time in a happy way. It felt like the old days in high school when the two of them were closer and actually felt like best friends - before Eric's new teammates and Leo filled that role too. Jake smiled. Eric then threw his arms around Lana and went in for an aggressive, sloppy kiss.

"You should slow down a little, Babe." Lana said. "It's still early."

"I'm just having fun, Babe." Eric said. "It's so good to be back! WOO HOOOO!!" He yelled. His teammates yelled back from out in the yard.

"Ok. You're just hitting it pretty hard." Lana said.

"Don't tell me what to do, Woman!" Eric said sternly, staring directly into her eyes. Aaron and Jake looked at each other as though they didn't recognize him. Then they looked at Lana to gauge her reaction. Her eyes were smiling. Then her mouth smiled and Eric busted out laughing and kissed her passionately again. She returned his passion and they smiled at each other.

"You taste like beer." Lana said.

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Eric said. "I gotta take a piss." He caught himself. "Oops. Sorry. That was rude. I gotta go see a man about a horse."

"You need any help with your horse?" Lana said.

"Maybe." Eric said, smiling at her. "You gonna take the reins?"

"Get me a beer, A." Lana said and followed Eric back inside.

"Is she gonna go blow him in the bathroom?" Jake asked Aaron.

"Probably." Aaron said. "Welcome to college." He smiled and put his arm around Jake and ushered him over to the keg.

"I love it here." Jake leaned in and whispered into Aaron's ear.

--

Part 3: The House Party: Three Hours Later

"I'm going back outside to get another beer." Jake said to Aaron. The two of them were back in the dining room, leaning against the wall, watching Aaron's buddy, Lance, making out with a girl who was not Jen, the girl he was dating last semester.

"Ok. Cool. Bring me back one. I'm staying here. Someone's gonna tell Jen about this and then the shit's gonna hit the fan and I wanna be here to watch the cat fight." Aaron said.

"You think that'll actually happen?" Jake asked, a little curious and not wanting to miss the drama.

"I never heard they broke up so I think this could go down badly for him." Aaron said. "But I could be wrong. Go. I'm thirsty."

"K. Be right back." Jake said and turned and walked through the crowded kitchen where there was now a group of people playing some sort of drinking dice game on the center island. He continued through the back door and stopped at the top of the steps again when he saw it. The tattoo. He froze. He wasn't sure why. He had assumed he might see Brett at this party. He knew he was back on campus and it had already been to a week of classes without crossing paths.

He'd forgotten how impressive Brett's tattoo was - and how impressive his back was in general: his broad shoulders, his lats that made the clouds in the image move against the sky over the water and the beach. The sandy beach that disappeared down inside the waistband of his ragged jeans. The jeans were perfectly faded and worn in all the right places. They were loose and relaxed but somehow also managed to snuggly hug his bubble ass. The back of the waist of his jeans gapped just enough that it was like an invitation to slide your middle finger down his crack.

Brett was talking to a handful of friends, all standing around the keg. He was holding court as he controlled the flow of beer from the tiny black tap. The rest of them laughed at whatever story he was telling. Jake wanted to know what it was. Then Brett turned as if he could sense the presence of being observed. He saw Jake and their eyes met. For a split second Jake panicked - and Jake never panics - never. For a split second, he wasn't sure what Brett's reaction would be. The anticipation felt like time stopped. Then it started again.

"Jake!?" Brett said with an astonished look on his face that was still hard to read. "Bloody fucking hell, Mate!!" He added. "What'd ya doin' 'ere!! You're a sight for sore eyes, Mate!" He quickly handed the tap to someone else and came walking briskly across the yard toward Jake. Jake smiled and felt the adrenaline of relief as he walked down the five steps from the porch to meet Brett in the grass. Brett hugged him - so hard, he felt a crack in his back and grunted and laughed. Jake's palms had no choice but to land on Brett's shirtless back. Feeling his naked back gave him butterflies and made his dick twitch.

"Dude!! It's good to see you, Bro!! - I mean, Mate!" Jake said with a fake Aussie accent that made it sound like, 'Mite'. "I was hoping you be at this party."

"You were?" Brett said, smiling. "Seriously, though. What are you doing here? You helping your buddy...what was his name again? The wrestler."

"Eric."

"Oh, yeah. Eric." Brett finished.

"Uh...no...well, yes...but me too." Jake said. "We all moved in...to an apartment just a few blocks from here." Brett looked confused. "I go here now." Jake added. "I transferred."

"No shit?" Brett said.

"No shit." Jake replied.

"That's bloody ripper, Mate!" Brett said and hugged Jake again.

"Uh...ripper? Is that good?" Jake asked.

"Fuck, yeah, it's good. It's bonzer, Mate!"

"Bonzer..." Jake said, smirking. "Well, then...that's...I don't what the fuck that means either, but I need a fucking beer. Let's drink to it, Bro!"

"So...why didn't you tell me you were gonna be here?" Brett said. "Hey everybody, this is...my party bud, Jakey!" His accent made it sound like 'Jikey' which clearly confused the rest of crew standing around the keg.

"Jake." Jake said, introducing himself and clearing up the language barrier. He shook their hands while Brett poured him a beer. "Nice to meet you guys." Then he turned back to Brett. "I need one for Aaron too."

"Aaron's here!" Brett said, enthusiastically. "How'd I miss him too?" He filled another red solo cup and handed it to Jake. "Does your buddy, Eric need one too?"

"Eric's on a bit of a bender tonight." Jake said, laughing. "He needs a breather."

"Got it." Brett said. "Gotta pace yourself."

"Exactly." Jake said.

"Wanna hit?" One of Brett's buddies asked, holding out a joint to share from a shorter, scrawny dude in a grey hoodie. Jake wasn't much for weed but he wasn't sure who was a frat brother here and wanted to seem chill so he accepted and took a toke and passed it on to Brett who took a deep hit and held his breath dramatically before tilting his head back to exhale up into the air.

He blew smoke rings which held everyone's attention, giving Jake a free moment to scan down Brett's shirtless, sinewy surfer body. His lean, toned, torso was dusted with the tiny, prickly hairs from being recently shaved except for his light blonde treasure trail that just started to widen as it disappeared below his button fly. Jake had forgotten just how good he looked. He was fit and athletic without looking buff and ripped like Brandon. Brett's amazing physique looked like it came naturally, like he ate nothing but cheese burgers and never worked out and still just rolled out of bed like that. In reality Brett spent hours running on the beach back in Perth in addition to the total workout of actually surfing.

"Oh, shit. I need one for Lana too." Jake said.

"Let me help you." Brett said and he poured one more and they both ascended the steps to the back porch, each carrying two beers.

"Seriously. Why didn't you tell me?" Brett said as they kicked the base of the back screen door, hoping someone would hold it open for them.

"Well, you kinda stopped texting, so I wasn't sure you even remembered me." Jake said. He had intended that to sound chill and nonchalant, but instead it sounded insecure and he tried to think of a better response to recover.

"What'd ya mean, Mate?" Brett said. "You stopped texting me."

Jake wanted to say, 'did not!' but realized that sounded even more insecure, as well as like a seven-year- old. He changed his approach. "Really? I guess I don't remember. The summer sorta got away from me. But we're here now." He held up his beer as if to toast to their reunion and took a big gulp.

"You gotta mustache." Brett said, smiling at him with beer foam across his upper lip.

"I'm trying it out." Jake said. "Thinking about growing one. How does it look?"

"Like the champagne of mustaches." Brett said, smiling. Finally someone opened the door and they went looking for Aaron and Lana.

--

"Have you seen Eric?" Lana asked when Brett handed her the beer.

"No. Did he disappear?" Jake asked. "I'll go look for him." He handed Aaron his beer and left them to find his best friend. This was so unlike Eric. He was normally attached to Lana's hip with his arm perpetually around her shoulder. Jake snaked his way through the dance floor, seductively dancing up behind a couple of Lana's sorority sisters that he'd just met this week. One of them smiled and backed her ass up into his crotch and slowly shifted her hips back and forth, putting her arm back behind her head to causally caress his cheek and the back of his neck. He put his left hand on her waist and moved in sync with her hips before slowly brushing past her and smiling and tipping his red solo cup toward her as if toasting to her dancing skills. She smiled back at him. He loved the attention. He was back. This was the adoration he'd had in high school that had been absent during his year at community college. He couldn't wipe the smile off his face. He wanted to share this feeling with Eric. Where was he?

He moved from the empty living room dance floor to the back hallway where there was a long line of at least eight people waiting for the bathroom. He waited a minute, pretending to be at the back of the line until the door opened and two girls in shiny mini skirts exited. Jake moved on when he'd confirmed Eric wasn't in the bathroom. He worked his way down a dark corridor that led back to the kitchen, weaving around twosomes and threesomes, chatting along the narrow space until he was back in the loud kitchen. He saw Eric sitting on a bar stool, bent over with his face in his arms.

"E!!" Jake yelled, hoping Eric was just taking a break. He didn't move. "ERIC!!" He tried again. Jake got closer and shook his buddy's shoulder. Nothing. Eric appeared to be officially passed out. It was 11:20 PM. Jake smirked to himself thinking about how much shit he was going to give Eric for not even making it to midnight. He poured a drop of beer from his cup onto the back of Eric's neck. Still nothing. He was really out. He ruffled Eric's dark curly hair and walked back out into the dining room where Brett and Lana and Aaron hadn't moved from their spot against the large bay window seat. "Found him!" Jake yelled, leaning between Aaron and Lana's heads to be heard over the thumbing music. Lana's eyes got wide.

"Where is he?" She asked.

"Passed out on the kitchen island. He's out cold - definitely done for the night. I don't think I've ever seen him this bad." Jake said. Lana moved quickly into the kitchen.

Jake took her spot next to Aaron. "Is he really passed out?" Aaron asked, leaning into Jake's ear. Jake just nodded, watching the bodies on the dance floor. Then Lana came back in.

"Can you bring him up to my room?" She asked Jake. "I can't leave him here."

"I'll help." Brett said and stopped leaning against the wall and started walking toward the kitchen. Jake immediately followed him. Lana filed in behind them.

"You guys got this, right?" Aaron said, smirking as they walked away without hearing him. He decided to go check out the dance floor.

--

"I gotta get back down there. Can you just put him on my bed?" Lana said. Brett and Jake were holding Eric up under his arms and each carrying a leg under his knee.

"It's like weekend at Bernie's." Jake said. Brett and Lana looked at him as if trying to figure out if they knew someone named Bernie. "You know - the movie about the dudes carrying a dead guy around at a party all weekend?" Still blank stares. "It's old. Nevermind. My Dad loves that movie. We used to watch it when I was a kid. Maybe not the best parenting decision now that I think about it. It's a classic though." Brett and Lana looked at each other and shrugged.

"Is he gonna be ok?" Lana asked, sounding nervous. "Make sure you roll him over on his stomach in case he pukes."

"Lucky you, tonight" Jake said.

"It's all good." Lana said. "It's not like he does this a lot - or ever, really. He's taken care of drunk me so many times."

"Go ahead. He's heavy. We got this." Jake said.

"You sure?" Lana asked. They nodded. "Thanks, guys." She said and left the room, shutting the door behind her. Jake and Brett struggled to get Eric down on the bed. His legs were like Jello. They slowly lowered him onto his back.

"We should get him undressed." Jake said and started to pull off his trainers, tossing them a few feet away.

"Really?" Brett said. "He'll be fine."

"Have you slept in your clothes?" Jake asked. "It's the worst." He added, pulling off Eric's white socks. He started to unbutton his jeans.

"Are you serious?!" Brett said. "His pants too?"

"He'll thank us in the morning." Jake said.

"He can thank YOU. I don't want him to know I had anything to do with pulling his pants off."

"Whatever." Jake said, unzipping Eric's jeans. "We've been having sleepovers since we were like, eleven. He doesn't care." Brett shrugged. "C'mon. Pull his shirt off." Brett paused but then apparently didn't find the removal of his shirt to be as problematic and pulled the loose tank top up over his torso. It easily slid over his head and around his lifeless arms.

"Hold him under his arms." Jake said and started yanking on Eric's pant legs. Brett got the picture and kneeled on the bed holding Eric's naked upper body under his arms so Jake could pull off his jeans.

Predictably, Eric's white briefs got pulled down along with his jeans. Jake stopped when he saw the briefs down to mid-thigh and Eric's exposed junk on display.

"Bloody Hell, I knew this would happen." Brett said. He stared at Eric's naked body glowing in just the light of Lana's small desk lamp. "He's so fucking hairy."

"Yup. Always has been - even when he was like, 12." Jake said. "Well, not this hairy, but he's had pubes and shit since the very first time I saw him in the locker room."

"Hurry up. Get his jeans off his feet so you can pull up his skivvies." Brett said, still fixated on his thick flaccid dick poking out of a mass of dense curly pubes. "He's got some bullocks on him, that one."

"That he does, my friend." Jake said and the leg of Eric's jeans flung backward after getting dislodged from his heel. It made Jake lose his balance and stumble slightly. Brett smiled and then laughed. Jake laughed too. "Should we pull these off too?" Jake added, nodding down at his white briefs.

"Fuck, No, Mate. Lana'll think we're fucking perverted." Brett said.

"Fine." Jake said as though disappointed at abandoning the idea of Lana finding him naked in her bed later. He reached up and pulled up on Eric's waistband until his junk was covered. Brett finally looked up at Jake's face. They stared at each other.

"Now what?" Brett asked.

"We gotta roll him over." Jake said. "C'mon...grab his shoulder." They managed to flip Eric over onto his stomach with one arm flopped off the side of the mattress. The waistband of his underwear was still lodged under his protruding bubble butt.

"Damn! Look at that hairy ass." Brett said, astonished that someone so young could have so much body hair. His crack was just a dark line of dense fur poking out down the center of his ass. Jake casually grabbed the waistband from the center - right at the base of Eric's crack and pulled his briefs back up in the back as well. Brett had returned to staring at Eric's body. Jake watched him and laughed to himself. If Brett was trying to convince him that he was uninterested in guys and that their weekend tryst had just been an aberration, he was failing.

"What now?" Jake returned the question. Jake thought he noticed a tent forming in the front of Brett's jeans. They stared at each other for what felt like thirty seconds. Then Brett stepped forward three steps and grabbed Jake's face and planted his mouth on Jake's. Jake was caught off guard, but immediately returned Brett's passion. Jake grabbed Brett by the waist and plunged his tongue deep into Brett's open mouth. They both groaned and pressed their bodies together.

Jake reached further back and grabbed Brett's ass cheeks with both hands, squeezing them and pulling their crotches together. Brett moaned loudly and began to gently thrust his junk against Jake's.

"I'm so hard already. You got me hard so fast." Brett said through his kisses.

"I know. I can feel it." Jake said. "It's so hot."

"Fuck. I swore I wasn't gonna do this." Brett said, running one hand through Jake's thick golden hair and rubbing the stubble on his jaw with his opposite thumb as they continued to make out.

"Same." Jake said. "But at the same time, I was really hoping you'd be here tonight."

"I thought about doing this all fucking summer." Brett said, pulling Jake's tee shirt up over his head. "Bloody Hell! Did you get even more fit over the summer?"

"I worked out a lot. I wanted to get back in shape like in high school." Jake said.

"Jesus, Crikey!" Brett said and started kissing Jake's neck and down his chest, stopping at his left nipple. They both moaned as he sucked on it. Then, as if he'd forgotten there were even better body parts further down, he groped Jake's groin through his jeans until his hand was gripping Jake's hard cock through the denim. "Fuck, you're so hard." He said and started undoing Jake's fly with both hands. Jake smiled and put his hands up behind his head, showing off his golden pits and smiling down on Brett who had slowly sunk down to his knees. He pulled Jake's jeans and boxer briefs down together, letting his curved erection smack back up against his abs. "Fuck, yeah!" He added. "It's just like I remember it." Then he glanced over and saw Eric's face right next to his. He was out cold and drooling into Lana's pillow. "You keep your eyes closed, Mate." He said to Eric, smirking. Then he looked up into Jake's eyes and smiled and then he grabbed a hold of Jake's boner and took his pretty cock head in his mouth.

"OOOoohhhh, yeeeaaahh!" Jake moaned as Brett's warm, wet mouth covered his head and started to inch down his shaft. "Fuck, yeah!!" He added when he felt Brett's tongue flicking that spot under his piss slit. Jake wasn't a big precummer, but he felt himself leak into Brett's mouth. Brett moaned as he tasted it and sucked harder, making Jake weak in the knees. "You're so good at this." He added as he gently placed one hand on Brett's head and ran his fingers through his messy blond hair. "Have you been practicing all summer?"

"Mmm MMm." Brett mumbled a 'no' and shook his head slightly with Jake's cock in his mouth. He pulled off. "I thought about it...A lot." Brett said as if confessing to the clergy. "I wanked so much thinking about it. Like, every bloody day. So much bloody wanking all summer."

"I hear that." Jake said, laughing and instinctively thrusting again at the mental image of Brett jerking off at home, fantasizing about him. Brett kept blowing him until he was finally able to take Jake's cock all the way to the base. "Oh my god." Jake said and grabbed Brett's head with both hands, holding his head firmly against his pelvis. He looked down to see Brett's shaggy hair against his golden bush. He felt himself leak again. Brett finally tapped Jake's thigh to get some relief. Jake immediately released Brett's head and pulled his cock out. Brett coughed and inhaled sharply but then grabbed Jake by his butt cheeks and pulled him into his mouth again.

Brett had wriggled out of his jean as he'd sucked so that they were now down around his knees. He was wearing his trademark loose cotton gen-x boxers and had fished his own erection out of the gaping fly and was pumping his stiff prick as he slurped on Jake's rod. Jake was in heaven.

"Your turn, Bro." Jake said after enduring a couple more minutes of the enthusiastic blow job and feeling his nut start to build. "I don't wanna cum yet and you got me close already."

"Fuck, Mate me too - just from that." Brett said, surprised that simply sucking Jake's tool would get him close to the edge. He stood up. Jake dropped to his knees and pulled Brett's jeans the rest of the way down to his ankles and tapped his shin, indicating he should step out of them. Brett hesitated, remembering he was in Lana's room in a sorority house full of partiers and would be considerably more vulnerable without the ability to quickly pull up his pants - but his horniness got the better of him and he shook off the legs of his jeans and kicked them a couple of feet away and then stepped his feet apart to give Jake better access. "Is the door locked?"

"Good question." Jake said and he quickly stood up and waked the eight feet across the room to test the knob and then turn the lock and retest it. Brett's cock throbbed as he watched Jake's beautiful, smooth, round ass cheeks as he walked. "We're safe." Jake added and walked back with his erection leading the way and dropped back down to his knees. "Nice." Jake said, staring at Brett's boner. "Lemme feel those tanks, Bro. Are they full? When did you bust last?" He took Brett's straight, nearly seven incher into his mouth. It had been a couple of months since he'd given a blow job so his enthusiasm was evident as well.

"Uh...yesterday morning, actually." Brett said.

"So, a long time ago." Jake said, seriously thinking 36 hours was an eternity for him to go between wanks.

"I didn't know you were here or I would have tossed one off right before I got here just to keep myself in control." Brett added as Jake worked on his prick. "I've had a partial boner for hours - since I saw you at the keg. It brought everything back and I was instantly horny as fuck."

Jake continued to bob up and down on Brett's cock. After his many days and nights sucking Aaron's monster dong in high school, taking Brett's still-above-average, 6 3/4" rod was comfortable and relatively easy - an experience Brett hadn't had with many girls - few of them could take him to the base comfortably. He closed his eyes and felt his balls start to tingle.

"I'm gonna spoont, Mate. Stop. Lemme do it again." Brett said and dropped to his knees again. Jake hadn't stood up yet and they leaned into each other and made out some more, tasting each other's cocks and precum in each other's mouths. Their stiff cock heads touched each other as well, making them moan into each other as they kissed aggressively with nearly wide-open mouths.

"I wanna fuck you so bad." Jake said.

"I wanna fuck YOU so bad." Brett responded. They giggled and grabbed each other's boners to jack each other off, periodically reaching down to caress each other's ball sacks that had both tightened up at the base of their shafts.

Brett wanted to feel their bodies together. He grabbed Jake in a bear hug and leaned forward until he had pushed Jake over onto his back and was laying on top of him. "Fuck yeah!" Brett said as he felt the sensitive under side of his shaft grind against Jake's. "I missed this so much. I'm so fucking horny!" He said between kisses as he thrust up and down against Jake's junk. He was aware of every part of their naked bodies touching: the short hairs on their shins and thighs as he tried to get leverage with his toes against the rug, his nipples brushing against the stubble of Jake's shaved chest, his biceps against Jake's arms as he held himself up on top. "I'm so horny." Brett whispered once more into Jake's ear as he kissed down Jake's neck.

"Oh my god." Jake said as he reveled in the feeling of Brett's athletic body on top of him. This was not his normal modus operandi. He was always on top and in charge, but this was like he was still in charge because Brett was so powerfully overcome by his lust that Jake knew Brett had very little control of his own left. Jake wrapped his arms around Brett's torso and felt the toned muscles on his back tighten and release as he thrust. Jake opened his legs and wrapped his ankles around Brett's thighs. Then he reached down and grabbed Brett's ass and kneaded his tight glutes with his fingers and felt the tiny blonde hairs on his palms. He began to match Brett's rhythm, thrusting up against his tight abs, feeling his cock against Brett's matted happy trail.

Brett instinctively slid his pelvis further down so that his stiff cock could find a place to slide into. "Oh, fuck." He moaned as he felt Jake's balls and boner against his abs. He thrust hard against Jake's taint looking for an entry. Finally his cock slide up into Jake's sweaty crack. "Oooohhhh!" Brett moaned as he felt the warmth and tightness around his cock. "I wanna fuck!" Brett said again into Jake's ear. They were no longer making out. They were just grinding and breathing hard into each other.

Jake was still in control. "Bro, we can't fuck here."

"C'mon, Jake." Brett said, pleading for relief. "I want this so bad." He thrust again, hard and Jake clenched his ass cheeks tightly around Brett's cock. "C'mon. Fuck me." Jake's brow furrowed. Brett couldn't see it. Jake wanted to be the one to do the fucking, but that's not what Brett meant when he said it.

"We can't, here." Jake said. "Come back to my room....we can do everything there."

"I can't wait." Brett said. "I've been waiting all summer." He thrust again several times and groaned in both pleasure and frustration.

"Exactly." Jake said. "What's another few minutes to be really alone...and in bed...my bed." Brett thrust and grunted and thrust and grunted.

"I can't leave here like this." Brett said. "My dick'll never go down." He thrust some more. Brett's cock head was rubbing back and forth across Jake's pucker and he, too, was losing his will to get dressed and walk through the crowded house and both leave together. There would be questions and delays and they'd both have boners that wouldn't quit.

"I'm serious. We can't fuck right now. It'd be messy. Let's sixty nine." Jake suggested.

"Oh yeah. I loved that last time." Brett said. Jake was relieved both because he knew it wasn't a good time or place to fuck, raw and on someone else's floor...with Eric right next to them - and because he also really wanted to cum. "Flip around."

Brett retracted his cock from Jake's crack and rotated around so he was now on all fours with his face hovering over Jake's boner. Jake grabbed the back of Brett's thighs and guided his straight, stiff rod into his mouth. His brow furrowed again when he realized he now had a mouthful of his own ass crack sweat, but was soon distracted by some tasty precum and the feeling of Brett's hard shaft sliding between his lips.

Jake felt Brett's mouth skillfully moving up and down his own curved shaft and tried to enjoy the pleasure at both ends. Brett had his hands under Jake's ass and working his fingers along Jake's crack, searching for his pucker to play with. Once Brett found it, he worked his middle fingers against it from both angles. Jake loved his pucker played with and was getting closer and closer.

Jake did the same to Brett, using one hand to tap on his little pink star and the other to gently play with his balls, tugging them out of the way of his shaft. He felt Brett's thrusts get faster and deeper and knew he was getting very close too. Then he looked up and saw Eric's face hanging off the side of the bed. His eye lids weren't completely closed but he still seemed dead to the world. Had he woken up? Could he see them blowing each other? Did he have a boner underneath him?

The thought of Eric watching him take Brett's rod pushed him over the edge and he grunted around Brett's shaft and he began to nut into Brett's mouth. He didn't feel bad about the lack of warning. That wasn't Jake's style. He nutted when he nutted and it was their job to just swallow and take it.

Brett's head jolted slightly as he received the first blast of semen in his mouth, but he moaned and quickly slid his lips up around the ridge of Jake's cock head to capture all of it on his tongue.

Jake had wondered how Brett would react. He couldn't even remember if Brett had swallowed when they'd done this before on that awesome weekend last semester. It was Jake's favorite weekend of the year - and that included his weekend this past summer when he and Eric had planned the bachelors' party in Vegas for their fathers. That weekend was a very close second.

Brett continued to moan and thrust as he swallowed and then just began to spurt his load into Jake's mouth. Brett's cum shot was forceful, sending strong jets of jizz deep into Jake's mouth. Jake assumed that shooting his own load into Brett's mouth might send him past the point of no return - especially after he started eagerly swallowing - so, he was able to adjust his tongue to easily collect Brett's long ropes of spooge and savor them before he also swallowed.

The two of them bucked and grunted and slowly came down from the rush of their orgasm together. Brett pushed his pelvis into Jake's face one last time and then pulled his stiff cock out, letting it slap back up against his abs, sending one last string of his white goo to dangle from his piss slit. Jake reached up to grab Brett's cock and aim it down toward his lips and milked the long strand into his open mouth. Then he pushed himself up and slammed his face between Brett's ass cheeks and licked up along his sweaty crack to kiss his pucker.

Brett moaned loudly and then went down hard to the base of Jake's cock that was still in his mouth and sucked him hard, tightening his lips around the base of Jake's shaft and slowly pulling up to also milk the last of his load out. Then Brett rolled off to one side and they laid there tangled in each other legs and arms on their sides. Jake kissed Brett's balls that hung down on his inner thigh. He wondered how Brett would feel now that it was over. They were both silent for a couple of minutes, just lying naked and sweaty on Lana's rug.

"That was-" Brett started and then was interrupted by Eric groaning and rolling on to his back. He mumbled something unintelligible. Brett and Jake both untangled and sat up, looking at Eric.

"Eric?" Jake said, wondering if his buddy had come to. "E!!" He tried again. "You awake, Buddy?"

Eric groaned again but didn't move. His eyes were still open slightly like a sleeping cat.

"He's still really out of it. We should get out of here. They're probably wondering where we are." Jake said.

"Yeah, right." Brett said and they stood up together and started looking for their clothes in silence, but not before each took in the sight of each other's glowing bodies in the soft light of Lana's desk lamp. Brett bent over to grab his boxers, showing off his damp, hairy crack. Jake stared at it, still horny enough to picture himself standing behind it, trying to get his boner inside.

They got dressed, periodically glancing over at Eric to see if he had gained consciousness. They each sat on a desk chair to put their shoes and socks on. They both looked up at the other at the same time and stopped and smiled at each other.

Eric groaned again. "We gotta roll him back onto his stomach." Jake said and they both moved to the bed to grab his shoulder and thigh to rotate him again. As they turned him back face down, Eric mumbled. "You...(something garbled)...gonna fuck" he managed to slur in his sleep. Jake and Brett looked at each other and both furrowed their brows in concerned that Eric had been conscious enough to witness their encounter. He began to snore on his belly and Jake shrugged.

"He's out. He not gonna remember anything after his keg stand." Jake said. Brett's shoulders sunk in relief. "Let's get a beer. Your cock was salty." He smiled. Brett looked surprised but then he smirked and turned to head for the door.

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They went back downstairs and straight out to the keg to fill up another red solo cup. Lana saw them through the kitchen window and came out to join them at the keg.

"You need a brew?" Brett asked Lana.

"No, I gotta slow down." Lana said. "So how is he?"

For a split second Brett thought she was asking how good Jake is at sucking cock and he got a shocked look on his face and instantly blushed before figuring out she was asking about her boyfriend's condition.

"Is he ok?" Lana asked again with more urgency in her voice after seeing Brett's expression.

"He's fine." Jake said.

"You were gone a long time. I was getting worried he'd gotten sick although that would probably be best for him." Lana said.

"We hung around a while just to make sure he was ok. Then he kept rolling over on his back and we kept having to turn him over. The fucker's heavy as shit when he's just passed out dead weight." Jake said. Brett smiled at how Jake smoothed that over with ease. "We should keep checking on him to make sure he doesn't keep turning over."

"Thanks guys!" Lana said and gave them both big hugs. "You're good friends. Eric's lucky to have you." That made Jake warm inside. Brett didn't really know Eric but somehow felt like they were officially friends after this.

The three of them headed back inside. "I'm gonna go check on him." Lana said and peeled off down the side hallway to the back stairs. Brett and Jake went into the dining room and saw Aaron sitting in the bay window with some skinny guy they didn't recognize who didn't look old enough to be in college.

"My Dudes!" Aaron yelled over the loud music.

"I gotta take a leak." The skinny kid said and got up and left without introducing himself to them.

"I'm gonna get us beers." Brett said. "You need one A?"

"Got one. Thanks." Aaron said. Brett took off through kitchen. Jake sat down next to Aaron, taking the skinny guy's spot.

"How's E?" Aaron asked.

"Super drunk. Passed out. He kept rolling onto his back. I can't wait to give him shit about this." Jake said.

"How was Brett?" Aaron asked. Jake furrowed his brow again looking confused.

"He's good. He was surprised to see me." Jake said.

"I'm sure." Aaron's said smiling. "I meant, 'how was the sex?' "

"What??" Jake said, turning his head away from watching people dancing in the living room to look Aaron in the eyes.

"You had sex. How was it?" Aaron asked again.

"What are you talking about?" Jake said. "We just took Eric upstairs."

"That's bullshit, Jay." Aaron said. "I can tell when you're lying...and I can tell when you've had sex." He said, looking right in Jake's eyes before he turned his head and watched the party, waiting for Jake to be real. Sometimes it took a minute.

Jake turned to watch the party too and they both sat in silence for a couple of minutes. Then Jake leaned over sideways toward Aaron. "It was so hot. Don't tell anyone."

"All your secrets are safe with me, Jay." Aaron said. They were both still staring straight ahead at the people dancing. "I'm happy for you." He added. "It's about time you started getting some again." He paused and then added, "Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while..." He added, quoting Ferris Bueller.

"You could miss it." Jake said, smiling as he both took Aaron's message and remembered their many sleepovers watching movies on DVD.

"You could miss him." Aaron said.

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