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The College Club Chapter 2 Oliver Welr
It was already dark when we left the president's room. I checked my phone and it was almost 7:30 p.m when we got downstairs with the other guys to the living room. Carl and Jeff made their way to the kitchen through the hundreds of people. Jeff filled red cups with beer and handed them to me and Carl. Jim had disappeared from my sight along with Simon, for as long as I remembered. Next thing I knew, John signaled and called us to the back door. We went and found ourselves in the backyard in front of a pool filled with more students, more music, more alcohol and more noise.
"How was he?" John asked Jeff.
"So far so good. He passed the test." Jeff answered, grinning.
"How about you, champ? Are you feeling alright?" John asked me with both hands shaking my shoulders.
"Just some soreness. Nothing to worry about." I answered and smiled.
Carl leaned to his right, putting his head on top of mine and hugged my lower back with his right arm. "By the way, you passed with flying colors your initiation test." He assured me and kissed the top of my head.
I felt grateful he was so kind even in the middle of this crazy club thing. Such a gentleman could not be discarded like that. I felt I had to get to know him a little more.
From the opposite side of the pool, Jim jumped in, cannon balling everyone with a few other guys. When they emerged back, playfully throwing water on each other and trash talking it confirmed that they seemed to know each other before.
"It's the tennis team." Carl said, close to my ear. I could still feel his arm around my back.
"Have you decided which sport you wanna pursue? We got basketball, tennis, soccer, football and lacrosse here at Oxford." Jeff asked me.
"Don't forget about swimming." Carl concluded.
"That's not even a sport, lad!" Jeff laughed and both John and Carl playfully punched Jeff on his pecs.
"I'm gonna think about it as the term goes on." I answered.
"Keep in mind that to remain a member of the club, you have to be part of a college team sport. You have to keep your body in shape and overall keep your good looks." Jeff sincerely smiled.
"We train together every night at 9 p.m. I have the key to the gym and we can train by ourselves." Carl winked his right eye at me.
Yeah, right! I know what it means to be alone with these guys, filled with testosterone after a good workout.
"That's great for me. Just one question: when can I top someone?" I asked and made them all laugh.
"Already wanting some more?" Carl played back at me.
I drank a lot of beer with Carl that night. I don't remember him letting my glass dry for one second. This guy was trying to get me really drunk and I was enjoying it. He took me for a tour around the house and, of course, we found ourselves alone on the bedroom floor again. We made out with him pinning me against the wall. His hands were all over my body and his touch was incredible to feel, almost electrifying. Things were heating up so badly between us that he removed his shirt in the middle of the hallway. My goodness! That body on him made me forget we were in public. He tried to kiss me again with both hands pulling my face closer to his and I interrupted it.
"What? You want our first time to be in public already?" I asked grinning.
He looked side to side checking if we were alone and grabbed my hand like I was a kid, dragging me to the first door he found unlocked. He shoved me in and shut the door, pressing me against it again and going for my neck. I wanted to stop, to not leave a hickey on me because my parents could ask--
Oh, well... For a minute I forgot I was a free man.
I tugged on his hair and pulled him closer, encouraging him to keep going. His right hand found its way inside my pants as I grinded in his touch.
The knock on the door behind me made me freeze and Carl kept going for his life.
"Carl, I know you're in there. You know this is off limits." I heard John on the other side playfully warning him.
When he recognized the voice he stopped, leaned his head on my shoulder and sighted. I stood up in the tiny space between him and the door for him to open it ajar and look out.
"Common, mate. Get your asses out of the room. You know you can use mine, right?" John pushed the door in and I was forced to hug Carl to hide my boner. "Nice ass!"
"I know, right?" Carl laughed and slapped my right one over the jeans.
"Hey!" I complained and slapped him, in response.
"Common, love birds. Not here." John forced my shoulders to rotate and I was forced to face him. The second I did, he looked from the hickey on my neck down to my bulge. "Wow! I've never had one that big. Can you lend him to me?" He asked Carl.
"Not his property!" I said and walked out of the room.
"Common! You already had it, Carl." John said as we walked down the hallway to the stairs. Carl simply laughed. "Michael, I'm the president. If you want in at Omega Psi you have to do as I say."
"But I already am in. Isn't it the perk of being a member of The Club?" I said.
"He's got a point." Carl backed me up and we three laughed descending the stairs.
When we walked through the crowd in the living room to get to the back yard, a shirtless guy stopped me and shook my body with both hands.
"Hey! Cheers, mate. I've won!" It was Mike with a crown on top of his head. I mean a paper Burger King crown, which I laughed under my breath.
"Does that mean you got in?" I asked him.
"And I was top one of the board." He pointed to the board on the stair wall. His tag name was on top of all ten others with the number 6 in front of it. The second one, George, had 5.
"Did you have sex six times tonight?" My voice took an octave up, I was shocked.
"No, lad. Efficiency is my middle name. I had three threesomes and you were one of them." He laughed unashamed. "Cheers again, mate!"
He got sucked into a group of some other guys that took him up and carried him like a king out of the house.
"Behold the prince of all pledges: Mike Perry!" I heard one of them shouting.
The party went on and I had so much fun kissing this hot guy that I ignored the time passing. I thought my first time in a frat party would be filled with sex and everything else, but being exclusive with Carl was better than I thought. He was truly a gentleman and made me feel safe, comfortable in being with a man in the open like all the straight couples were doing in the party too.
As soon as we got to my dorm building, all the heat and tension between us emerged again to our skin. I felt drawn to him and, once again, we were kissing in a hallway. This time, my dorm's. As I felt more aware of that, I pushed him a little back and he looked annoyed.
"What now?"
"Let's go to my room. Someone can walk up on us out here." I said.
He put both hands on my waist like he was the one guiding me and I unlocked the door. My roommate was there having trouble removing his shirt, his head stuck inside it and his torso exposed.
"Michael?! Mate, help me!" He asked cutely with his voice suffocated under the fabric.
Carl punched the frame of my door. "Fuck!"
"Michael? Man?!" He asked again.
"I'm sorry!" I turned to Carl and whispered.
He rolled his eyes and said, "See you tomorrow." He took my chin up and pecked my lips one last time before leaving.
"Please! It hurts. Answer me. Get out!"
It was Sunday morning and the sun shone bright through the curtains I forgot to close. I woke up feeling soreness in my back and I lifted myself by my elbows. My pulsating headache remembered me of the party last night at the frat house and the gallons of beer I drank with Carl. I got up with the same clothes I wore yesterday and started searching for some aspirin. The door opened behind me and Ethan got back in the room shirtless.
"Hey, man. How's it going?" Ethan greeted me as I kept searching for the pills.
"Hey, dude. Everything's alright. You?" My voice was a morning hangover roar.
"Same old."
He dropped his shorts and I noticed he wasn't wearing any underwear so I got a glance of his firm ass as he started searching for some clothes in his dresser.
"You came home early last night. Didn't get lucky?" He asked.
I shook my head out of the trance of his body and kept rummaging in my bags for the medicine.
"I think-- I actually did. Really got lucky... Aha! Found it."
"Aspirin, huh? Drunk and lucky?! That's the man, ladies and gentlemen!" He laughed.
I tried to laugh too, but everything hurted. I grabbed a bottle of water in the mini fridge and gulped at least half of it with my aspirin. Ethan was finishing getting himself together.
"Going to be all day out with the girl. If you wanna play some games, be my guest. Looking forward to hearing about your crazy aspirin night." He smiled and shut the door behind him leaving me alone.
And the craziest part was: I don't remember last night.
I decided to take a shower and change into a fresh pair of clothes as I smelled a mix of beer and bad breath. The bathroom seemed quiet when I got in, so I took my time under the water. When I opened my eyes, I caught the same skinny guy from the other day inside a shower stall, with his door opened staring directly at me. I smiled at him and teased him with my cock out. He stared at me again, and I checked to see if the bathroom was really empty. Since I didn't see anyone at the sink area nor in the other stalls, I silently called him in my stall with my hands while jerking my dick hard. He checked to confirm if there wasn't anybody in the bathroom again, but we heard some guys coming in chatting loud and he closed his door.
What is wrong with me? Why am I being such a whore? I thought to myself.
When I came back to your room, my headache still wasn't gone so I decided I needed some tonic drink to prepare me for my day ahead.
My phone buzzed on top of my night stand and I unlocked it to a Snapchat notification written "Carl sent you a video". I tapped on it and immediately Carl's long cock, pointing downwards, swinging side to side in a boomerang, played at my screen. A black line over the video had "Woke up horny as fuck for you" written in the middle of the screen. The video finished and expired.
And then a rush of memories came back flying in: his neck chain brushing my face as he ravaged my ass in the president's room, me on my knees inside some bedroom as John came to take us out of there and, finally, me on my side staring at Ethan's asleep body as he was going to town on my back.
And the craziest part was: I was utterly enjoying it!
I went jogging with no guidance at all, searching for a good place to eat later and maybe a vending machine to get my tonic drink. I passed some other students partying through the streets and other runners passed by. I found a machine, bought my drink and near it there was a small cafeteria so you went in. After some delicious British breakfast, I resumed jogging and realized the streets formed a perfect square at each intersection. So I decided to take another turn before the square I previously passed by.
When I turned left in one random street, I passed in front of a mighty house with some Greek letters in its facade. I realized it was the "Sigma Phi Epsilon" frat house and a lot of guys were outside doing ordinary stuff to keep the house together. One of the dudes near the fence dropped a huge black bag of garbage on the sidewalk in front of me so I decided to stop and help. I couldn't help but notice his handsome face and cute smile when I lowered and helped him with the trash.
"Here! Let me help you with that." I said, opening the bag for him to throw the empty bottles back at it.
"Arse! This headache is killing me." He complained and I understood it as the reason he dropped these.
"Partied hard last night at Omega Psi?" I laughed under my breath and the guy got dead serious. He turned his head to check on his colleagues, but they were not paying attention to us.
He lowered his tone. "Shut up, lad. I was not supposed to be there."
"So you actually were?" I asked again, amused.
"Yes and I saw you with the president. Are you friends with him?" He was puzzled.
"Actually, I don't know."
We both stood up when he finished collecting all the trash and I gave him the bag back.
"Anyway. Cheers, mate. I appreciate your help." He smiled.
"Nothing at all. Name's Michael by the way." I introduced myself and offered a handshake.
"Oh, my manners! Sorry. I'm Matthew." He paused. "Hey, we're having another party before class starts. Come by if you don't have anything else to do tonight."
"But it starts tomorrow, 7 a.m., for most of us." I wondered.
"That's why it's called `Before Class Starts'... You go to class literally after the party, still drunk." He laughed.
"Nice!" I laughed at the thought of it. "I'll think about it."
Someone called him from the porch of the house and I let him go back to his chores.
At 10:35 a.m., I received a message from Carl calling in for a workout at The Oxford Club. I picked my gym bag and went. When I arrived there, the glass door to the gym was locked. I messaged back to him and Jim appeared upstairs to let me in. "`Sup, man? The guys are downstairs." He locked the door back.
I found everybody chatting and laughing by the lockers all ready for the workout, but noticed Simon didn't show up. "Had a good night of sleep, fresh guy?" Jeff asked me.
"Yo, I didn't even remember how I got into my room last night." I answered and looked at Carl, who winked at me.
We made some small talk going upstairs and fired our bodies on our workouts. About one hour later, everybody was covered in sweat, muscles pumped to the limit so we decided to head back downstairs and shower together. As it was just us -- and we were part of The Freaking Fuck Club -- we just stripped out of your workout gear no shame at all. Jeff saw my firm ass in my boxer briefs and slapped it while I searched for my towel.
"Is the soreness gone already?" Jeff played. "I heard Carl was not a good guy to you yesterday."
"Surprisingly, yes. I don't feel a thing." I laughed. "He was amazing, though."
"Just so we clear, I want a turn on that ass too." He said.
I let the water run down my skin and started soaping myself up. Carl was on the shower head next to mine with no stalls dividing the space between all of us. He was rinsing the shampoo out of his head, water running his face down when I glanced at his wet athletic body down to his crotch where his cock was hard like steel. That sight made my blood rush to my own cock that was now stiffening. With not a word at all, Carl reached for my huge cock and stroked it. I grinned and felt pleased with the sensation of his grip, ignoring completely the rest of the guys.
"Liked what you saw, huh?!" I playfully asked next to his ear.
He was slowly stroking up and down my length with his right hand, his left hand on my shoulder, clearing his view of his work on task. With the help of the foam in his hand, the feeling was doubled up and he went for my red head. I moaned out loud and remembered that we were not alone-- Well... when we started we were not alone, but the guys were nowhere to watch our little show anymore, so I got up on my toes and kissed him.
Water was being wasted by both our showers, but we kept our foreplay going. I sensed his hand on one of my shoulders pressing me down and understood what he wanted before he even asked me.
"Go down on me." He whispered.
I got on my knees and started to blow him, simple like that. I didn't even mind his tight grip at the back of my head with both his hands forcing my head further on his cock. It fit perfectly, but I was having a hard time getting it past my throat, because believe me when I say: down there, it looked like it was a mile long.
He found his pace abusing my mouth for a while until he tried to push his length down my throat again. It didn't go and my reflexes responded, making me cough. The thick line of my spit hung from his cock to my mouth for a second before he grabbed my hair and shoved it back in. I tried to look up between his pumps and saw him smirking looking to the right. Shit! Someone was watching. I freed myself from his hand and looked at where he was looking before.
"What's wrong?" He asked softly.
Nobody was there, though.
"Nothing." I got up and resumed our kiss. "Now, my turn. On your knees." I smirked at him.
He didn't protest at all and started sucking on my cock as soon as he positioned himself on the floor. I felt heaven when his mouth went down on me. He managed to take it all in showing no effort at all in the process; he was a pro. My only reaction was to laugh with my mouth shaped in a "oh" I quickly felt my crotch burning from inside, building up the known tension. He kept working on me up and down and I decided to announce with more moans. I couldn't possibly think of forming an understandable phrase with his pace overwhelming me.
I concentrated on his face, he looked up to me and I patted his shoulder warning him one last time that I would not hold back anymore. He didn't let go and chased his fate with more and more enthusiasm. Then, I just released it with all my soul and, not ceasing his attempt to amaze me, he went as deep as he could on me and I felt his throat welcoming everything I have delivered.
"Oh my--!" I cried out loud, holding myself not to summon a mighty being in the middle of a blow job.
As I closed my eyes, leaning back on the cold tile wall of the showers, water still pouring down, panting as hell, I asked myself where the hell was this guy hidden and why did I find him on my first week at college? Now I would have to marry this son of a bitch! Everything he'd done was designed to make me feel special.
I felt his lips once again on mine.