Zach could feel sweat start to trickle down his brow as he stood at attention in the heat of high noon, Sean on his left and Jake on his right, alongside about two dozen other freshmen (and a couple transfer sophomores) on the sigma chi lawn. When they'd arrived at the frat they handed in their cell phones along with their bid acceptances before being directed to the backyard and into a lineup. Brothers were fucking around in the shade by the house, already drinking and smoking and occasionally pointing and laughing at the pledges standing quietly and waiting in the middle of the yard.
Finally the last freshman joined the lineup and Dion walked out shortly behind him. The brothers quickly went quiet as Dion started walking up and down the line.
"Congratulations, pledges," Dion said, affecting the loud, curt voice of a drill instructor, "on making the two best decisions of your life. First, for attending the finest college in the mid Atlantic. Second, for going greek." The brothers cheered at that, and the pledges couldn't help but smile too. But then Dion paused in front of the last freshman to join the lineup, a preppy boy Zach had seen at some of the parties but hadn't spoken to.
"Troy, you were ten minutes late to your first pledge event. You were the only pledge who was late. Do you have any excuse for your tardiness?" Dion's voice became barbed on a dime, Zach almost couldn't believe it. He'd never heard him speak like that before.
Troy's face went beet red as he stuttered some gibberish about losing track of the time.
"Alright," Dion said, now sounding perfectly calm, "go home."
Troy laughed, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. But Dion just stared implacably back at him.
"Are you serious?" Troy asked shocked.
"Yes. You're done, get out," Dion said immediately. Troy's face went even redder and his eyes watered as he quickly made his way through the crowd of stony faced brothers and left the house.
Dion stood in front of the pledges and said, "You didn't get bids so we can kick you out. You got bids because we think each of you has what it takes to be a brother in this fraternity. But if you prove us wrong, if you disrespect this brotherhood or think you're somehow entitled to join it, we won't hesitate to drop you. So if you think you can't take this process seriously, or treat it with the proper respect, please save us all some time and follow Mr. Legacy out the front door."
Dion looked coldly up and down the pledge line at the freshmen who were starting to sweat from more than the heat. As they stood quiet and nervous Dion's intense scowl broke into a toothy smile as his voice returned to its usual bright and playful tone, "Yeah I didn't think so. We picked a good class this year. I don't think you boys got anything to worry about.
"So pledges," Dion went on, "I'm your pledge educator. It's my job to teach you about the history and principles of sigma chi. And more than that, it's my job to help you through the pledge process, to answer any questions or concerns you may have. Whatever you need, just ask and I'll do whatever I can for you. I'm here to help you succeed, ok?"
The pledges were a little whiplashed after the swift turn from Dion kicking a guy out to promising to help them succeed, but then they had all met Dion before, and he really did sound earnest about his high expectations. Their spirits lifted.
"But I have a partner," Dion said with a dark grin, "and he's not here to help you succeed. He's here to test you. To find out if you're truly worthy of joining our brotherhood. And for the next 3 months he's not just your boss, he's your god. Come introduce yourself, pledge master."
A cheer went up from the surrounding frat brothers as Jack slowly walked through, his 6 and a half feet towering over the crowd. He stood next to Dion and crossed his arms as he stared at the pledges.
"10 push-ups, go!" Jack suddenly barked. The pledges haphazardly dropped to the ground and started doing push-ups. "No, no you fucking idiots, do them together," Jack yelled, "you, big boy, count them off," he added to Jake.
Jake held himself up by his arms as he looked up and down the line to check if the other pledges were in position. Then he started counting as they did pushups in unison.
"You pieces of shit aren't gonna make him do all the work, count with him!" Jack bellowed and the pledges started to count their push-ups in unison.
When they reached 10 they started to stand up but Jack bellowed, "Did I fucking tell you to get up? Back down, give me another 10."
By the end of the next 10 a few of the out of shape pledges were struggling, and as they held themselves up on 10 some fell to their knees.
"Alright get up you fucking losers," Jack finally said and the pledges got back to their feet, "that was pathetic. Till each and every one of you can give me 50 push-ups I want the whole pledge class on 6 am workouts Monday to Friday. Gotta whip you pussies into shape if you're gonna have any shot at some actual pussy."
Jake snorted at that. Bad move.
Jack got in Jake's face, "Oh you think this is fucking funny? Guess a slob like you settled for your hand long ago, is that it? We're not trying to make fucking virgins sigma chi brothers, are you a fucking virgin bitch?"
Jake's face went red as he looked down at his feet.
"I asked you a FUCKING question," Jack screamed in Jake's ear.
"Yeah," Jake said quietly. Jack walked over to the nearest brother and grabbed his solo cup, then he went back to Jake in the lineup and threw the beer in his face.
"I couldn't fucking hear you, pledge. And if you speak to me you damn well better call me Pledge Master."
"Yes, I'm a fucking virgin, Pledge Master!" Jake shouted still staring at his feet, beer dripping off his face and his ears so red they almost looked like they were glowing. The brothers laughing certainly didn't help, even Zach was starting to blush with secondhand embarrassment.
"Well that's what you join a fucking frat for then isn't it," Jack said, his voice suddenly light as he slapped Jake on the shoulder. He shouted down the line, "Alright, pledges, any other virgins take a step forward."
Slowly and awkwardly six other guys stepped forward, including Sean who was so red his freckles disappeared.
"Second assignment," Jack said, "Every pledge better work to get their virgin brothers fucking laid. Understood?"
"Yes, Pledge Master!" The pledges shouted in unison.
"It's important to have goals for pledges, isn't that what nationals says, D?" Jack said to Dion who was sipping some jungle juice among the brothers in the shade.
"Something like that," Dion laughed.
"Alright, pledges, I need to take a shit, do jumping jacks till I get back," Jack said as he walked back to the house. As he was about to enter he turned back around and yelled, "Fucking count them you cunts!"
So the pledges started counting jumping jacks in the hot afternoon sun while the frat brothers looked on from the shade, a few shouting encouragement others heckling. After 50 Zach started to lose track of the time and the pledge class had to slow down. The heat was intense and he could feel sweat sticking his bangs to his forehead and making the neckline of his shirt wet. Zach glanced over at Sean and could already see his pale skin starting to get a nasty sun burn. They did another hundred before Jack came back outside, and the pledges were soaked with sweat and breathing heavily.
"Alright, alright, that's enough," Jack said, cracking an ice cold beer in front of the gasping pledges. He chugged it then crushed it underfoot, "Y'all are a fucking mess, shirts off."
The pledges stripped off their shirts. Even winded Zach had to restrain himself from checking out his pledge brothers and resolutely looked straight ahead at Jack. Of course he could see a few of the brothers behind Jack checking him out though. Dion caught Zach's eye as he subtly bit his lip.
Jack called some frat brothers up and they brought out rolls of duct tape and cases of 40 oz miller high life. "Hands in front of you," Jack called out as brothers went to each pledge and duct taped a bottle to each of their hands.
"No time limit, but you're not allowed in the shade till you're finished. And obviously better finish one quick if you need to piss, gonna be difficult without hands. When you're all done we'll move onto the next activity. But get to know each other and shit. In the meantime we're getting in the a/c, fucking scorcher out here isn't it?" Jack and the brothers laughed as they slowly went inside, leaving the pledges in the sun with their 40's.
"Whelp," Zach said looking up and down the line of pledges standing there shirtless and awkward, "bottoms up bros!" The guys cheered and then started chugging.
The malt liquor was easy to drink but didn't taste particularly good. Slowly the pledges started getting over the awkwardness of the lineup and started mingling together as the alcohol worked quickly in the afternoon heat.
Zach had met most of the pledges already, especially the other theater kids that were a little over half the pledge class, but he was quick to introduce himself to some of the frisbee and other guys he hadn't met yet.
Edward 40-hands went quick. Within 5 minutes Jake had finished his first bottle and had Zach help him tear off the duct tape with his teeth. Once he had a hand free it was easy enough to help other pledges when they finished.
About 15 minutes in all the guys had finished their first bottle and were making progress on their second, and they all were starting to feel it. They started to get loud as they talked about the play and sports and girls and booze and weed and parties.
"Hey Zach," Austin, the twink Zach had in a different universe Eiffel towered with Jack on rush night, approached Zach. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry I laughed about you trying out for the Stage Manager the other night, you've been so freakin amazing at it." Zach could tell Austin was trying his damndest to keep eye contact and not openly ogle Zach's well muscled and slick with sweat torso.
Zach smiled at him, "Nothing to be sorry about, even D thought I was nuts. But thanks for the compliment."
"Seriously though," Colin, the freshman who'd won the poker tournament the weekend before, said, "especially considering this is like your first play you're really good. I love the little sleights of hand and tricks you do with that pocket watch too."
Zach laughed and took the watch from his pocket, and ran it up and down his knuckles, "I've had a lot of time to practice with it."
"Just don't try to touch it or he may bite your head off," Sean said grinning and gave Zach a small wink.
Zach flicked the watch into the air like a coin, caught it, and pressed it to the back of his duct taped hand. "What can I say," Zach said lifting his hand to show his now empty palm, "I like to keep it safe."
The guys who'd been watching gave Zach a little cheer while Jake said, "Boo you whore, I saw you pocket it real quick."
Zach laughed, "You're the kinda guy that goes up to little kids and tells them Santa isn't real, is that it?" He hadn't actually pocketed the watch. He'd discovered earlier that week another little feature, that if he imagined the watch back in its case it would be teleported back to its case, which he kept tucked away in his desk. But he was glad Jake imagined seeing him pocket it. The alcohol was making him too cocky.
Over another twenty minutes the guys finished up their 40s. The pledge class chanted chug for Austin, who was the last one to finish up and was swaying on his feet by the end and then they all rushed into the shade. Just about all the guys had a nice sheen of sunburn.
As Zach was about to go knock on the back door Dion came out holding a cooler. "Alright guys, time to recharge," he said as he passed out water bottles and then some granola bars. When Dion saw Austin walking like a drunken sailor Dion took a roll of happy face stickers from his pocket and stuck one to Austin's forehead. "You get a sticker no more drinking till I take it off," Dion said to the pledges as he gave Austin a friendly pat on the shoulder.
Once they finished up their water and snacks the pledges filed into the frat house behind Dion. They went into the common room where the brothers were drinking and hanging out.
"Jesus," Jack yelled as he walked over to the pledges, "you guys fucking reek. Follow me."
He led them upstairs to the showers, which had had the curtains removed between the shower heads so it was a giant open space.
"Strip!" Jack yelled once all the pledges had filed into the showers.
The pledges were a bit hesitant but then Dion came in behind them with a large laundry basket. He set it down and stripped off his shirt, "You guys are trying to be brothers right?" Then he unzipped his shorts, "And more importantly you're going to be living together." He took off his shorts and underwear in one motion, his impressive dick swinging between his legs, "And you do all actually fucking stink, so let's not be precious, alright gentlemen?" Dion threw his clothes into the hamper and walked to the nearest shower head to start up the water.
"Now stop staring at D's magnificent penis and get fucking naked pledges!" Jack barked behind them.
The pledges laughed and started to strip. Zach certainly wasn't worried about showing off and he was quick behind Dion in throwing his shorts and underwear into the hamper and taking the next shower head. As he put one hand to the valve Zach's other hand curled around his watch and he stopped time.
Zach first looked over at Dion. He'd seen Dion naked nearly half a dozen times by now but he still couldn't get over how hot he was, the way the muscles in his arms flexed as his hands ran through his hair, the way his dick hanged low over his balls, his perky bubble butt. Zach also appreciated that Dion was giving some side eye to where Zach had been standing, a slight grin on his lips.
Zach turned to look at the other guys and immediately started laughing. He'd been hoping to catch a couple guys checking him out, but he'd actually caught a dozen. The guys were in various stages of stripping but it looked like half were openly or sneakily staring at where Zach's ass was when he stopped time. Jack and Austin were openly staring, Austin's mouth hanging open and Jack biting his lip. The rest were at least trying to be subtle about it, their eyes turned to Zach but their faces pointed elsewhere. Zach didn't think too much of it, but he particularly noticed Sean staring out the corner of his eye.
Well, he did say he was an ass man, Zach thought as he got back in position and restarted time. As he turned the water on he may've jumped a little more than necessary at the first hit of cold water to give his ass a bit of bounce.
Drunk and sweaty as he was Zach quickly gave in to the now hot water while the other pledges filled up the rest of the shower room. Jack handed out some cheap all in one body wash amongst the guys and they passed them around while they showered. Despite the initial awkwardness most of the guys had been in sports locker rooms and they quickly got over their hesitations as they started drunkenly talking and bullshitting again as they showered. And of course they subtly checked each other out. Zach in particular could tell his dick was getting lots of attention.
As Zach finished shampooing his hair and rinsing it out he paused time again. He wanted a closer look at his pledge brothers.
Most of the guys had pretty average bodies, average asses, average dicks. Not that Zach minded giving them a good look, an average body is still pretty hot. But then it also did make the above average guys stand out. Chris, a black sophomore transfer had washboard abs and a thick dick; Mike looked as good as he did every morning coming out of the shower; Austin had a tight smooth body and nipple piercings; Rich surprised with a toned physique that was usually hidden under his baggy clothes. Jake looked really fucking good too, kinda hairy and easily the biggest guy there, but obviously a lot of it was muscle, and his dick had a good hang.
But it was Sean that made Zach go from half a chub to fully hard. Zach had seen Sean shirtless plenty of times, hell, he'd seen him wearing nothing but a towel more times than he could count. He'd seen Sean's junk hanging in his gym shorts, and he'd seen the way a wet towel outlined butt, but he'd avoided getting a better look. Maybe out of some sense of privacy towards his best friend, but maybe more some aversion to sexualizing a guy beyond his reach--after all, Sean certainly wasn't the first straight friend Zach had found attractive. But god damn did Sean have a great ass. Two perfect smooth globes above his long muscled legs. Around front his hint of a six pack went down to a tight v line, and this time Zach could follow where it was pointing and see a beautiful uncut dick, not as big as his or Dion's, but probably 4 or 5 inches soft and set beneath trimmed pubes that were the same bright red as his hair.
Zach was very tempted to touch Sean but he didn't want Sean to feel weird or like somebody had groped him when time started back up, so reluctantly Zach went back to his original position, waited for his dick to calm down, and restarted time.
After about 15 minutes Jack, who'd taken their dirty clothes to the laundry, came back and yelled, "Alright, it's not a fuckin sauna, shut em down and line up."
The pledges quickly turned off the showers and got into a line again. Dion approached Jack who threw him a towel and D wrapped it around his waist. "I'm getting changed, I'll catch up with you guys in a little bit," Dion said to the pledges as he walked out of the bathroom.
"Got any towels for us?" Zach asked Jack.
"First of all pledge, don't ever fucking speak unless spoken to in a lineup," Jack barked, "Second of all, of course not, what you think we just have 20-some towels lying around? That was D's towel, he asked me to grab it." Jack grinned as the pledges started to realize they were naked and wet without towels and their clothes missing.
"Don't worry though," Jack said, kicking a cardboard box at his feet, "we got something for you to wear." He opened the box and pulled out a plain white t-shirt. On the front was "sigma chi" in a plain black font, not the "ΣΧ" the brothers wore.
"This is your pledge shirt," Jack said, "You'll wear it every time you come to the house or pledge events unless told otherwise. You'll keep it clean. If you rip it you'll sew it back together. If you want our actual letters then show us you can respect these." Jack started handing out the shirts and the pledges put them on, immediately making them wet and stick to their bodies as they hadn't been able to actually towel off. And of course they were all still naked from the waist down.
"Follow me, pledges," Jack called out and the line filed out behind him, the guys cupping their hands over their junk. Jack led them downstairs past the common room, leading to a whole chorus of jeers and catcalls from the brothers. Jack finally brought them to something that looked like a classroom or conference room empty but for cases of beer along the back wall and a projector overhead. Jack told them all to sit down on the cheap carpeting--there was hardly room for the whole pledge class and they were all packed in pretty tight.
"Alright," Jack said, "You gotta watch this shitty tape from nationals first. It's about twenty minutes, I want at least one case done by the time it's done."
It was a shitty tape, like some infomercial from the 90s going on about sig chi values and how hazing was bad (that got a good laugh), but some of the outfits and haircuts were so ridiculous as to make it a little amusing, and the guys appreciated getting drunker as they demolished the first case and got started on the second. Drunk enough to quickly forget that they were crammed into a tiny room half naked.
After the first movie ended Jack came back with Dion. Dion handed out a half dozen joints and lighters while Jack put on a Disney sing along dvd.
"And we better fucking hear you sing along," Jack said as he took a hit from a j before passing it to the nearest pledge, "and you guys got another 2.5 cases to go. No rush though, this is like an hour and a half of Walt's finest."
Zach had never felt more ridiculous than sitting in the middle of a bunch of college guys belting out to the little mermaid, but the beer was flowing and the room was starting to get hotboxed from all the joints, and it ended up being a lot of fun. About halfway through the movie Dion did a walkthrough the room and he put a sticker on Zach's head and a couple other guys, while taking off Austin's. Zach didn't mind getting cut off drinks though as Dion also handed him a huge bowl shaped like a sea monster to hit and pass around. Zach was way, way higher than he'd ever been, and he was enjoying it. He was even starting to get some visuals as he saw patterns racing through the haze in the air.
The pledges just barely finished the last case as the dvd ended. Then Jack came back with their pants and underwear, and Dion followed close behind with a bunch of pizzas.
It was a mess getting twenty twisted pledges to coordinate the clothes and food, but eventually they were all dressed and eating. Zach thought the pizza was simultaneously mediocre and the most delicious thing he'd ever eaten.
Even after having something to eat, the rest of the night became a blur. Or rather for Zach a blackout--he only remembered small bits throughout the night, but he had Jake and Sean and Mike fill him in on most of what happened the next day.
After dinner the pledges were called out to perform Disney songs for the brothers, and when they sucked the brothers threw food and pong balls at them. Then the tri del sorority came over with their new pledge class (Jack made Zach do 5 laps of the backyard after he jumped out of a lineup to give Sara a hug), and when they all went to the backyard they'd found the brothers had set up two water tanks to have a pledge dunking contest between the frat and sorority. The frat guys won and all the sorority pledges were soaked the rest of the night, but Jack made the few frat pledges who weren't dunked jump in the tanks anyway so it was just wet pledges everywhere. Then the night became a typical weekend rager as the pong tables came out, the music got loud, and the mass of people moved to the basement to start dancing.
Dancing was most of Zach's memories of the night. He'd come to fucking love dancing. He danced with girls and boys and by himself. He loved the way the weed and alcohol made him feel the music in his body and he loved giving into it.
At some point a senior girl was dancing with Zach and after the song ended invited him to have a smoke with her. Zach followed her out back, which was like a whole other party with more music and drinking games and smoking. The senior, her name was Laura, offered Zach a Marlboro light which he happily accepted.
"Oh my god you're such a good dancer," Laura said, playfully slapping Zach's chest, "and you may even be a good singer, but it was hard to tell cause it was half shouting haha."
"Thank you," Zach said grinning around his cig, "You were great too."
"So how was your first day as a pledge?"
"Fuckin awesome," Zach said.
"Well that's good, you got a long way to go yet," Laura noticed the happy face sticker stuck on Zach's forehead and she pointed at it, "but uh, what's that for?"
Zach had no idea what she was talking about and he put his hand on his forehead and when he felt the sticker took it off and looked at it, "Oh!" Zach said giggling and put it back on his forehead, "It means I'm not supposed to drink more." Then Zach's eyes got big, "Wait, shit, have I been drinking? Or--no, just weed, whew," Zach laughed again and Laura did too, finding the freshman's quick jump from dread to giggles amusing.
"You know, you're really cute," Laura said as she got closer to Zach, sensually sucking on her cigarette as she admired Zach's body shown off by his wet white pledge shirt.
"Aw, thanks," Zach smiled back at her, "You're really cute too. Actually more like sexy as fuck, I mean look at those heels."
"In that case," Laura put her hand back on Zach's chest and brought her face close to his, "how bout we find somewhere private and I let you look all you like." Then she leaned in and started kissing Zach. It took Zach half a second to even realize what was happening and then he immediately hopped back and put his hand over his mouth. Then he felt so bad seeing the look of shock on her face he quickly put his hand down and said, "I'm so, so sorry, but I am like completely totally gay."
It took Laura a second to process too, and then she started laughing. That got Zach laughing too.
"Of course you are," Laura finally got out, "I should've fucking known, you're way too good a dancer for a straight boy. And my heels are sexy hahaha, ugh I'm an idiot."
"Well, they are sexy," Zach said, "but I can tell they're sexy the way a vegetarian can tell a good burger from a bad one. Sorry if I gave the wrong impression."
"Don't be, honey, you've just been living your best life and I'm horny as fuck," Laura dropped her cig and stomped it out, "and I did love dancing with you. We'll have to do it again some time. But right now I need some d, I'm sure you can relate."
"Fuck yes I can," Zach said to her, but as Laura started to turn back to the basement he said, "Can I make a suggestion?"
"Sure, you seem to have good taste," Laura said smiling. Zach took Laura by her arm and turned her towards the beer pong game going on in the yard. Then he pointed at Jake who was playing with Jack against Mike and Scott, another brother, "You see the tall pledge? Not only is he a beefcake wrestler with a big dick, he's also a fucking sweetheart you'll wrap around your finger in about 30 seconds."
"Big dick sweetheart, huh?" Laura mused.
"Cross my heart," Zach said. Then he saw Jake was about to throw and just before the pong ball hit the cups Zach paused time. He went over to the table and adjusted the ball about half an inch midair so that it'd go directly into the water instead of the side of the cup. Then Zach went back to Laura's side and restarted time to cheers from Jack as Jake sank the cup.
Laura smiled and said, "Thanks for the tip," to Zach before walking straight over to the pong table. She tapped Jake on the shoulder and said something to him. Zach couldn't hear, but he saw Jake turn looking torn back at Jack, who ripped the pong ball from his hands and pointed to the house, and then Laura led Jake by the hand back to the basement party.
"Now that," Zach felt a familiar arm drape across his shoulder, "was fucking masterful wingmaning."
Zach grinned as he looked back at Dion, "I mean it was like our second assignment right?"
"I'll have to tell Jack you're already making progress on it," Dion said grinning back at him. Dion took the sticker off Zach's head and handed him a full solo cup of jungle juice, "Having fun?"
"A blast," Zach said as he took a gulp of the juice.
"Good," Dion said, "That's kinda the whole point of this. Come on, take a walk with me."
Zach took another few gulps of juice before setting it down and following Dion around the house and along the sidewalk. Dion offered Zach another cig and they started walking.
"So," Dion said as the sound of the sig chi party faded away, "zero interest in the ladies huh?"
"Unfortunately," Zach said as he breathed out a cloud of smoke.
Dion looked at Zach a little surprised, "Why unfortunately?"
"I mean, it'd be easier I think. Bigger dating pool if nothing else. And just in general, I don't know, I feel like it's usually easier being normal."
Dion laughed lightly, "Nobody's normal. To the extent people are sometimes normal half the time they're faking it. Better being a weirdo like you than some normal schmuck," Dion put out a hand and Zach took it, locking their fingers together while Dion's thumb ran against Zach's wrist.
"And I guess you got a point with the dating pool," Dion went on, "but in the end it always comes down to you and another person. And that's never easy."
"Seems pretty easy with you and Kat."
"It usually is, but we have our problems."
"Like what?"
"Like when her hair clogs the shower drain, or I leave her toilet seat up. Like when we talk about what we wanna do after graduation with families on different ends of the country. Like some day's when I'm a bastard or she's a bitch and we can barely stand to say a word to each other."
They'd walked back to campus and were in the light of a lamppost by the theater. Dion stopped and put a hand to Zach's cheek, pushing back a lock of hair behind his ear, "Like when I got this boy I can't stop thinking about."
Zach giggled drunkenly but stopped as Dion's intense stare twisted his stomach into knots. "And how do you deal with a problem like that?" Zach asked quietly, putting a hand on Dion's chest.
"Well that's what I wanted to talk to you about," Dion said as he took Zach's hand in his and kissed it, "How do you think I should handle it?"
"I don't think it's for me to say," Zach finally said, unsure of himself.
"I disagree," Dion smiled, "but let's come at it different. How do you feel about us?"
"Is there an us now?"
"There's been an us since the first time we kissed. You know it and I know it."
Zach's heart felt ready to beat out of his chest the way Dion held his hand and looked at him. Zach's voice broke a little.
"What do you want me to say, D--I'm fucking nuts about you, ok? You're sweet and sexy and funny and smart. When I'm not with you I think about you and when I am with you I feel like I'm burning up. And I don't need you all to myself to feel this way. You could be fucking 100 people and I'd just be happy when it was my turn. Side piece, main piece, sex slave leashed to your bed, however you want me you got me," Zach's drunkenness had melted away and he was so embarrassed and vulnerable looking up at Dion he nearly felt like he could cry, "So that's how I feel about us. You've got me by the throat."
Dion's eyes glittered in the light of the lamppost as he looked down at Zach. He let go of Zach's hand and cupped Zach's cheek in his palm. Then his hand moved down and he slowly wrapped his fingers around Zach's neck, his grip gentle but firm. Dion pulled Zach's face to his and their lips met. Softly at first, but then the taste of each other took hold and they kissed hard, their tongues dancing together while Dion's grip tightened around Zach's throat.
Dion pulled back from the kiss and released his grip before gently rubbing his hand along the side of Zach's neck, "God fucking dammit do you get me going," he said huskily.
Zach's hand reached down between Dion's legs and gripped his dick tenting his shorts, "Let's go then."
Dion grinned and took Zach by the hand. Dion had a key to the theater department and the boys rushed inside. Dion led Zach back behind the stage, to the small room where they'd had auditions a few weeks earlier.
The moment they were in the room they were back to kissing, their dicks grinding against each other as their hands reached under their clothes to feel each other's skin. As Dion pushed Zach against a wall Zach unbuttoned Dion's shorts and pulled out Dion's dick, stroking it and loving the feeling of Dion's pre coating his hand as he worked Dion's shaft.
"Get me wet," Dion said and Zach dropped to his knees and took Dion's dick in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head lapping up Dion's pre. Then Dion gripped the back of Zach's head and pushed him down his 8", past the back of Zach's mouth and into his throat till Dion's balls were on Zach's chin and Zach's nose in his pubes. Dion held him there till Zach, unable to breathe, tapped out on Dion's thighs. Dion pulled all the way out, a long trail of saliva falling across Zach's face.
"Stand up," Dion said, and when Zach did Dion gave him a quick, deep kiss before turning him around and pressing him against the wall. Then Dion pulled down Zach's gym shorts and briefs in one quick motion and got on his knees. He kissed Zach's ass cheeks, then slapped one getting a little yelp from Zach, before pulling Zach's cheeks apart and burying his face in Zach's smooth hole. This was only the second or third time Zach had been rimmed but he fucking loved it, loved how weird but pleasurable the wet softness of Dion's tongue felt on and just inside his hole. Zach moaned loudly which Dion took as his cue to stand and line his dick up with Zach's hole.
But before he started going in Dion slapped Zach's ass hard and said, "You want this dick, pledge?"
"Fuck yes, brother!" Zach shouted like he had in the lineups as he arched his back putting his hole on display. Dion chuckled as he started pushing in.
Between all the spit and pre Dion's dick slid in easily, but he was still so big Zach couldn't help but cry out. Dion grabbed him by the waist as he slowly pushed in till he was balls deep. Dion was just starting to slowly fuck him but suddenly gasped, "oh fuck," and pulled Zach's ass back against him as Zach felt Dion's dick pulse inside him and felt the hot rush of Dion's load coating his insides.
Dion's head fell against the back of Zach's as Dion half groaned half laughed, "Ughhhhhh look at what you fucking do to me, Zach. I haven't been a two pump chump since I popped my cherry."
Zach, his face still pressed against the wall, laughed and said, "My bad," as he started flexing his ass muscles around Dion's spent but still hard dick. Dion shivered from the sensitivity but stayed inside him and pulled Zach's torso back against his as Dion's hand reached around and gripped Zach's rock hard and leaking dick.
Dion started to slowly stroke him while he kissed the back of Zach's neck. "It is your bad," Dion whispered sultrily in his ear, "you and this hot boy pussy. You fucking love my cum in you don't you pledge?"
"Yes, brother," Zach moaned.
Dion started to slowly fuck his cum deeper into Zach as he picked up the pace with the handjob. Then Dion's other hand gripped Zach around the throat and started to lightly choke him. Zach held on to Dion's forearm and gave in to his control.
As Zach started to get close Dion's grip tightened till Zach couldn't breathe at all, and as Zach felt his face turning red and his vision was starting to tunnel his dick jumped in Dion's hand. Immediately Dion let go of Zach's throat and as Zach gasped in a breath of air he shot the most intense load of his life, his legs went out as he shot rope after rope against the wall, held up only by Dion's strong arms and dick.
Zach whimpered as Dion stroked out the last of his cum, sucking on the base of Zach's neck and Zach knew he'd have a hicky there but didn't care. Dion finally pulled out and Zach could feel his cum leaking out of his hole.
"You made a mess, pledge," Dion said, holding up his hand covered in Zach's cum, "Better clean it up." Zach didn't hesitate to lick Dion's hand.
When he was done Dion turned Zach back around and started making out with him. They made out for a long while, basking in the afterglow.
Eventually Dion gave Zach's ass a squeeze as he pulled away, tucked his dick back into his pants and zipped up. Zach pulled his shorts up from his ankles, only just realizing how hot it was that they were so desperate to fuck they didn't even really get undressed.
Dion leaned against the desk as he watched Zach get dressed. When Zach looked at him ready to go Dion said, "You know, you're really good at distracting me. I had something to ask you."
"Shoot."
Dion's default state was cool and carefree, and never more so than after sex, but all of a sudden he looked nervous and embarrassed.
"I told you Kat and I are in an open relationship when it comes to gay stuff. Usually that meant I'd get some head or fuck a guy, tell Kat about it while I fingered her, and then never mess around with the guy again. More often than not I'd ghost them if they tried to get in touch after. It was just a sex thing, you know? And maybe I'd tell myself it was for their sake, like I'm not trying to lead them on or something, but that was bullshit. I just didn't care. And the guys would put up with it cause I'm attractive and charming and really they were just in it for the sex too, so why make a big deal out of it right?"
Zach was surprised at the sudden serious turn, and he couldn't help but remember Dave warning Zach not to get too attached to Dion. Zach furrowed his brow worried how this conversation would develop.
Dion went on, "The moment you walked through that door I wanted to fuck you. This naive, nervous little freshman who's never even been in a play comes in here and goes for the lead role? My role? Honestly I wanted to hate fuck you. Put you in your place and forget about you."
Dion looked away ashamed and rubbed his eyes, and when he spoke again he was choked up, "And then you were fucking amazing. Better than I could ever hope to be. And I just knew I had to know you. Don't get me wrong, I still wanted to fuck you. There's honestly never been a time in the last few weeks I haven't wanted to fuck you. But I knew I didn't want to forget you, and I didn't think I could fuck you and not do what I always do with guys, so I decided even though I wanted to I wouldn't.
"So I invited you to rush. I figured if I wanted to know you no better way than to make you my brother. I've never fucked a brother. Wall of separation, you know? If I'm going to be a dick to the guys I fuck then I definitely can't fuck a brother.
"And then you get there and--you were just you. And you don't even realize it, which I think is a part of it. Like you're a magnet for good vibes, Zach. Your smile is infectious. When you're dancing no matter where you are you become the center of the room. And holy fuck did you turn me on. I couldn't take my eyes off of you. I had to have you, even if I couldn't fuck you and forget you.
"So here we are. You say you're nuts about me, Zach I could be fucking committed I'm so crazy about you. From the moment I met you I've been thinking about you. It hasn't even crossed my mind to break it off, all I can think about is when can I see you again, when can we talk again, when can I kiss you again. If I got you by the throat then we're choking each other out."
Zach blushed as Dion stared into his eyes, more vulnerable than he'd ever looked before. Zach approached him and this time he took Dion's hand and kissed it. Then he looked up at Dion and said, "I'm not gonna judge you for some mean thoughts, or one night stands. We've all got things we regret." Then Zach gave him a little smile, "So mostly what I took from all that is we're crazy bout each other. And honestly I'm pretty freakin stoked it's mutual."
Dion's face broke into a smile. God did Zach fucking love his smile, it was like watching a sunflower bloom.
"But I'm still waiting on a question," Zach said.
"Yeah, I did have a question," Dion said, his smile faltered a bit as he looked a little embarrassed again, "I, uh, really don't know how to put this so I'm just gonna say it. How do you feel about poly relationships?"
Zach blinked. "I--honestly I haven't really thought about it. I mean you and Kat are poly aren't you?"
"Not exactly. Not yet, anyway. An open relationship is different. Open relationships are like, feel free to have casual hookups on the side. Poly is more about like, well, loving more than one person," Dion was looking at Zach as if he were worried Zach was going to bolt. Instead Zach pulled Dion's arms around him.
"Could, uh, you repeat that last bit?" Zach said playfully, wrapping his arms around Dion's neck, "You mumbled a bit."
"You heard me just fine you little shit," Dion said as his hands reached into Zach's exposed armpits and tickled him. Zach giggled as he jerked away but Dion pulled him back in close and said, "Seriously though, it's having more than one romantic relationship. I'm not thinking of you as a side piece and I don't want you to think that way either."
"It's not necessarily a bad thing, you know?" Zach said quietly, "especially if it's descriptive. I see how you are with Katrina."
Dion's arms fell from Zach, and he stepped back. "I'm starting to worry you don't see how I am with you," Dion sounded hurt, almost angry, "You think 'side piece' is fucking descriptive? If anybody's been a side piece the last few weeks it's been Kat, and she's definitely noticed it. It's why she brought up the poly idea with me last night. Like are you even hearing me, Zach? I'd break up with Katrina tonight if that was the only way to be with you, and I fucking love her--" Dion's voice broke on that and he sat down on the desk as tears ran down his cheeks and he bit his fist to muffle a sob.
Zach immediately went to Dion's side and tried to comfort him and apologize.
"No, I'm sorry," Dion finally said as he pulled himself together, "It's just--I've been thinking that for awhile but I didn't let myself like really feel it you know? I mean it though, and it feels like I stabbed my own heart hearing it out loud. Cause I do love Kat, I love her down to my bones, Zach. But tonight, right now, I'd throw it all away just to see where things can go with you."
"D, I--" Zach stuttered.
"Ughhhh, I'm doing this terribly," Dion interrupted him. Dion wiped his eyes and stood back up, and Zach could see the force of will that brought a smile back to his face, "You know what Kat said to me last night? After I confessed I was crushing on you like a fuckin schoolgirl? She said, 'Dion, you've got a lot of love to give.' And I do. And I think I can love more than one person at once. In fact I know I can cause I'm doing it right now," Dion put a hand on Zach's face and cupped his cheek as Dion's eyes looked like they were staring into Zach's soul and they liked what they saw, "So how bout we try it out--will you be my boyfriend?"
Zach bit his lip as he felt his eyes water, and then he smiled. Without warning he jumped onto Dion, who nearly fell before he got his hands around Zach to hold him up, and Zach started kissing him.
"Yes," Zach said between kisses, "yes yes yes."