Games Frat Boys Play, page 14
I decided to go outside and get some air. As I walked to the door to the backyard, I saw them coming toward me. They were holding hands, and Chad hadn’t noticed me yet. All of his attention was squarely on the guy he was with, and my heart sank even further when I got a good look at him.
I can’t compete with that.
He was taller than Chad, which meant he had to be around six foot four at the least, and he had to weigh about 240 pounds. Chad had a great body, but this guy dwarfed him. His biceps were about the size of my head. He had bluish black hair; big, round brown eyes; and perfectly white, even teeth. His skin was olive, and his eyelashes looked dewy. He was built like a football player, and there was no excess fat anywhere. He looked like he could bend steel bars in his powerful hands. I tried to duck back out of sight before they saw me but was too slow.
“Jordy!” Chad’s entire face lit up with a smile. He and his impossibly perfect boyfriend walked toward me, and I plastered a phony smile on my face.
I wanted to be anywhere else in the world at that moment—preferably a monastery high in the Himalayas.
“Hi, Chad.” I tried to make my voice sound light and jaunty. “How are you?”
“Great!” His eyes flicked up and down my body. “I really like that shirt. This is Dante Bertucci.” He smiled. “My boyfriend.”
“Jordy, hi.” Dante’s voice was deep and his smile was genuine. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Don’t believe a word.” I smiled back in spite of myself. His grin was infectious. He grabbed my hand in one of his huge ones and pumped my arm.
“Oh, it was all good,” he said, smiling at Chad. “Chad couldn’t say enough nice things about you.”
I’ll just bet, I thought, still smiling.
“Will you two wait for me here?” Dante said. “I’ve really got to use the bathroom.”
We said we would, and I watched him walk away. His tight jeans looked great on his big, hard ass.
“Isn’t he gorgeous?” Chad whispered.
“Where did you meet him?” I somehow managed to keep my voice light.
“At Fusions on Wednesday,” Chad replied.
Thanks for calling me. “I’ve never seen him there before,” I observed.
“Oh, he broke up with his long-term boyfriend a couple of months ago, so he hasn’t been out in years. I was just fortunate to be there the night he finally decided to get out of the house again.” Chad lightly punched me on the shoulder. “If I hadn’t been there, some other queen would have snapped him up like that.” He snapped his fingers. “Can you believe my luck?”
Obviously there’s no justice in the universe was what I wanted to say, but instead I just nodded.
“He’s an architect,” Chad went on. “You should see his house—he designed it himself. It’s gorgeous.”
He kept talking, but I wasn’t listening. The high from the pot I’d smoked and the slight buzz from the beers I’d drunk were both gone.
He hadn’t even noticed that I looked different.
I might as well have been part of the furniture for all he cared.
I was stupid to think I could turn myself into someone Chad would want—he wants guys like Dante, and there’s no way I can measure up or compete with guys like that.
All of my hard work had been for nothing.
Dante came walking back toward us. The music had switched again to the Black Eyed Peas’ “I Gotta Feeling.”
“I love this song. Let’s dance!”
“Okay.” Chad turned to me. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
“Don’t be silly.” Dante smiled at me. “Come dance with us, Jordy. I’m looking forward to getting to know you.”
Chad gave me a look I completely ignored. “Okay!” I smiled back at Dante and followed the two of them out onto the dance floor.
We danced through that song and stayed out there through the next three. At some point, both of them removed their shirts. Dante tried to get me to take mine off, but I refused. There was no way I was going to stand next to the two of them and have my pitiful body compared to their godlike ones.
It was during the fourth song, “My Life Would Suck Without You,” that I couldn’t take it anymore. They started singing to each other, and put their arms around each other and kissed. I escaped, doubting they would even notice. I grabbed another beer and wandered away down the dark hall of the dorm. It was taking everything I had to not cry.
A door opened to my right. “Hey, Jordy!”
I turned. “Oh, hi, Mike.”
“Are you okay?” He peered at me in the dim light.
“Fine,” I replied, turning a bit so he couldn’t see my face.
He laughed bitterly. “I’m not.”
“What’s wrong?”
“My stupid girlfriend dumped me.” He wiped at his eyes. “We’ve been together five years, and tonight she decides to tell me she’s not in love with me anymore.”
“I’m so sorry.”
To my horror he started crying. Not knowing what else to do, I put my arms around him and hugged him. His arms went around me and he pulled me in close. He put his head down on my chest and sobbed.
“Maybe we should get out of the hall,” I said. “I mean, you don’t want anyone to see you like this, do you?”
“Good point.” He pulled me into his room and shut the door.
He had a single room, with a double bed pushed up against one wall. There was a desk on the opposite wall, and there was a poster of Pamela Anderson in her Baywatch bathing suit taped to the wall over the desk. The curtains were closed, and I could hear “Fergalicious” coming from the Great Room.
I sat down on the bed.
“Can I ask you something?” He sat down on the bed next to me, almost uncomfortably close.
I nodded. “Sure.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“What?” I stared at him. “Mike, you’re straight.”
“I know it’s weird, but I really need someone.” He put his hand on my leg. “I like guys, I just like girls better.” He sighed. “But right now I need to be with someone, okay, and I don’t want to be with another girl.” He slammed his other fist down on the bed. “I don’t know if I want to be with a girl ever again.”
He’s vulnerable, Jordy, and a little drunk. You don’t want to do this. He’s going to regret this in the morning, and you’re only doing this because of Chad and Dante.
But he’s awfully hot.
I kissed him.
Our arms went around each other. We fell backward onto the bed, and he rolled over on top of me. My legs wrapped around his waist, and his tongue entered my mouth. Our crotches ground together, and I could feel he had a huge cock inside his jeans. I pulled his shirt up over his head. His chest was amazing. The pecs were perfectly formed and huge, and he had large pink nipples. I kissed one, and then the other. His body shuddered, and he started grinding his crotch into mine again. I put my hands on his big, thick arms. They were hard, no give to them at all. He pulled my shirt up and off, lowering himself back on top of me. He started kissing my neck while I fumbled with his jeans, finally undoing the button fly and pushing them down. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and smiled at me as he got off me and kicked his pants off. He undid my pants, pulling them off and throwing them aside. I smiled at him as he pulled my underwear off—
—and put his mouth on my cock.
I put my hands on the back of his head.
He certainly knew how to suck a cock.
“Ooooooooooh.” I moaned as he worked me with his mouth. He reached up with his big hands and started playing with my nipples. “Oh, God, Mike, that’s awesome, don’t stop, man. . . .”
He stopped and smiled at me. He got up and straddled my face. I found myself staring at one of the biggest cocks I’d ever seen—and he was uncircumcised. He leaned down and started sucking me again, and I reached up with my head and took him in my mouth. I licked the head of his dick and he moaned, but he kept working on mine. He tasted slightly of sweat and smelled faintly of urine. I reached up with my hands and gripped his ass, pulling it down as I swallowed his entire length. His ass flexed, and he pushed himself deeper into my throat as I swirled my tongue around it, gripping his ass tightly with both hands.
It tasted wonderful. I wanted it deep inside of me, and I felt my own load starting to build, and just as I was about to shoot he pulled his mouth off and stroked me until I came in a huge load that rained down on my stomach.
I could feel him stiffening, and he pulled his cock out of my mouth.
As soon as the head passed through my lips he started shooting his load down into my face. He moaned, his ass stiffening, his entire body going rigid, his eyes closed and his body jerking with each shot.
Finally, he was finished and he rolled over onto his side.
“Wow,” he whispered.
I reached for a towel and wiped off my face, then my stomach.
“I don’t fuck,” he said as I started to get up. “Don’t go.”
“I—”
He lay back down on the bed and patted the pillow next to the one where his head rested. “Stay with me and cuddle, okay?”
I looked at him. What the hell. I slid up and put my head down on the free pillow.
His arms wrapped around me and he kissed the back of my neck.
I closed my eyes. It felt good there in his strong arms.
He wasn’t Chad, but he’d do.
I fell asleep.
Chapter 8
Beyoncé’s “Sweet Dreams” woke me up. I opened my eyes and didn’t know where I was at first. But the muscular arm draped over me brought it all back in a rush. I’d fallen asleep in Mike’s bed, and I could feel his hard-on pressed up against my ass. On the nightstand, I could see it was his cell phone playing the chorus. He shifted and mumbled a bit against my back, and as I looked at the phone I could see Mike’s girlfriend’s face staring at me. Perfect timing, I thought, smothering a grin. After another moment, Beyoncé was cut off, and the phone chirped. I eased his arm off and slid out of the bed, sitting up on the side. I could hear guys talking outside the window, and the alarm clock on his desk read 9:47 a.m. I got up and grabbed my underwear, sliding it on.
“Where you going?” Mike mumbled, his eyes half open. “Don’t go.”
“Your girlfriend just called.” I slid my jeans up, buttoning the fly. “I think she left a message.”
He sat up in the bed, and I leaned over, kissing him on the cheek. “Thanks for last night,” I whispered. “That was really hot.”
He grabbed my arms and pulled me down on top of him, pushing my hand down to his erection. “You want to play some more before you leave?”
It was tempting, but I pushed myself back up. “I think you should probably call your girlfriend back.” I picked my shirt up and slipped it over my head. “I bet she’s sorry she dumped you and wants you back.”
“Fuck her.” He pushed the covers aside and started stroking himself. In spite of myself, I was getting hard. He winked at me. “You sure you don’t want some more of this?”
“I’ll stay,” I said, putting my socks on, “if you let me fuck you.” I reached for my shoes. “You’ve got a gorgeous ass.”
“I don’t do that.” He stopped stroking himself and frowned. A drop of pre-cum oozed out the tip.
I slipped on my shoes, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “Mike, trust me. You are really hot, but you really want to call your girlfriend.” I stood up, grabbed his phone, and tossed it onto the bed next to him. “Don’t get me wrong, I’ll be more than happy to be with you again—but what I really want is to fall in love and be with someone who really wants to be with me, not with his girlfriend.” I reached over and rubbed the top of his cock. “Work things out with her one way or the other—but if you’re not really into guys . . .”
I shut the door behind me as he dialed his phone.
Once I was inside my car, I started laughing. I couldn’t help it. The whole thing was so absurd. I remembered Blair telling me once that “straight boys will put out if they’re drunk enough—all it takes is a six-pack.” I rolled my eyes and started my car. As I backed out of my space, I saw Chad walking Dante to his car. Chad was just wearing a pair of basketball shorts and sandals. His shorts were riding really low, and I looked away as I put the car in drive and headed home.
How long is this going to last? I wondered as I drove. I liked Dante—he seemed like a really nice guy. But he was standing in my way. Somehow, I was going to have to get rid of him. The question was, how? I kept running through alternatives as I drove, but nothing seemed possible. Maybe I’m going to have to let this run its course.
As I walked into my apartment, I decided the best thing for me to do was wait and be patient. An opportunity would present itself, surely.
The first week of classes sped by. My classes all seemed really easy, and it was going to be another semester of making the dean’s list without putting a lot of effort into it. My first meeting as a brother was Monday night, and the main item on the meeting agenda was the start of Rush the next week. I kept watching Chad, who spent the entire meeting doodling in a notebook in front of him, not participating in the meeting at all. He was sitting in between Brandon and Rees, and they seemed equally bored. When the sign-up sheet to work the Beta Kappa booth in the quad on campus went around, I signed up for as many slots as I could. I was proud to be a brother and wanted to contribute. When the meeting broke up, Mike came up to me. “Hey, can I talk to you for a second?”
“Sure,” I replied, wondering if he was going to invite me into his room again.
“I wanted to say thanks.” He stuck out his big right hand, and I shook it. “I called Leona when you left the other morning, and we talked everything out. We’re back together again.”
I smiled. “Mike, that’s great. I’m really happy for you.”
“I also wanted to thank you for Friday night,” he went on. “I was a wreck, and it was nice of you to keep me company when I was so down about her.”
I bit my lip. It wasn’t like I didn’t get something out of it, I thought. “Glad I could help. And I was serious about helping you with your econ class, if you need me to.”
Later, as I was getting into my car after the meeting, I saw Dante pulling in. I sighed, and debated whether I should say hello.
You should—how else are you going to get into position to help them break up if you don’t befriend Dante?
Instead, I started the car and left.
There was plenty of time for that later, I reasoned, and I wasn’t ready to start playing the game yet.
It still hurt to see them together.
Besides, I still hadn’t figured out how to do it.
I’d hoped my first Rush as an actual brother would give me something to focus on besides Chad and Dante. It was easier said than done. I ran into them everywhere, it seemed. When I went to the grocery store, they were there, shopping for a romantic dinner Dante was cooking that night. Every time I drove into the parking lot at the house, there was Dante’s car to remind me. I went shopping for clothes, and sure enough, there they were, trying things on and laughing while I watched through slitted eyes. As if that weren’t enough, it turned out that Dante worked out at my gym. As my trainer put me through my paces, I couldn’t help but keep an eye on Dante whenever I could. He always wore a loose-fitting tank top with spaghetti straps, exposing his mountainous pecs, and was drenched with sweat as he lifted weights I couldn’t conceive ever being strong enough to move myself.
It just further emphasized my inability to compete with him.
And every time I got into bed and closed my eyes, I couldn’t get the image of the two of them together out of my head. I’d get hard, imaging muscular Dante on top of Chad, fucking him, his big ass clenching and unclenching as Chad screamed with pleasure.
And after I wiped my own cum off myself, I’d cry a little bit.
But at least I knew Dante wouldn’t be around during Rush.
I managed to successfully avoid Chad during the first two nights, and I was pleased to discover I actually had a knack for rushing. Well, maybe part of it was knowing if I kept myself busy talking to prospectives I wouldn’t have time to talk to Chad or wonder what he was doing or if he was going over to Dante’s house the minute Rush ended. So I lost myself in talking to the prospectives and taking them on tours. My memory also came in handy. Being able to remember their names, where they were from, and things they told me impressed them. It also didn’t hurt that I really believed Beta Kappa was the best house on campus with the most to offer pledges. I believed what I was telling them. I dragged Roger along on the tours, including him in my conversations with the prospectives. I was a little surprised when Roger dropped the surly mocking attitude he’d had when I’d gone through Rush and seemed to open up and enjoy himself. He was really making an effort, and I was proud of him. He was trying to change. Every once in a while, though, I’d catch him staring at me. It was like he was studying me, which kind of creeped me out a little bit—but then I’d just shrug it off.
It was just my imagination—which was working overtime.
Every morning when my alarm went off, my first thought was, Maybe today’s the day they’re going to break up. I wasn’t proud of it. Dante seemed like he was a great guy—and every time I saw them together it was obvious Dante was really into Chad. I would look at Dante’s massive muscles, his handsome face with the extraordinary smile, and think, You don’t have a chance. He’s hot, he’s nice, he’s got a great job, he has everything you could possibly imagine going for him. Even if they do break up, Chad is hardly going to replace champagne with grape juice. He’s never going to want you. You need to accept it and move on.
Tuesday night, when Rush was over and I finished talking with the Bid Committee about some of the prospectives, I walked out into the parking lot and saw them kissing. They were leaning up against the trunk of Dante’s Porsche, and they had their arms around each other.
