**** Okay, here is the long awaited part three. Part four is already in the works and won't take years, I promise! This one sort of back tracks a bit, plot wise, but I found that to be necessary to set up the character of Bailey. Part four is going to be really hot, if I do say so myself.
Hopefully this one isn't too bad either! Thanks for the e-mails. I'm sorry if I didn't have a chance to write back to everyone. You can send feedback- good or bad- to xanderharris02@hotmail.com
It was a fuckin bad day from the start.
Woke up on an uncomfortable couch in an unfamiliar room, my neck sore from the awkward use of the arm of the couch as a makeshift pillow.
The room reeked of stale beer and male bodies, but that in itself was nothing new. I live in a frat house, after all.
The half naked guy snoring away on a bed on the other side of the room was a surprise, though.
Sitting up slowly, I checked for evidence of a serious hang over. Luckily, the damage seemed slight, just a bit of a headache and a hint of nausea. Not too bad, especially since I had no idea where I was.
"Think, Bailey. What's the last thing you remember?" I muttered aloud as I stared at the dude across the room, trying not to notice the fact that the guy's junk was seriously on display in a pair of tight gray boxer briefs. Pretty big bulge... fuck! Where'd that come from? Whatever. All guy's compare packages on the sly. Doesn't make me queer or anything.
Oh, right. Friday night raver at a rival house. Luke, a dude from one of my classes invited me. An okay dude, even if he is in the wrong frat.
I remembered getting ready, looking fuckin' hot and ready to score some serious pussy. Remembered showing up and scoping out the talent. Fair amount of action waiting to be had. One in particular was on my radar, a blonde with huge tits that I knew one of my own frat bros had scored a blow job from a few weeks earlier. Turbo, my frat bro, had raved about her mouth and urged us all to check it our for ourselves sometime.
Drinking games. There were drinking games. Um...
Everything else was a blank.
Swinging my legs off the side of the sofa, I stood up. Only then did I realize that I was stark naked.
"Fuck!" I looked around the room, but there were no signs of clothes- mine or anyone elses'- anywhere.
A groan came from the general area of the bed. I grabbed the blanket I'd been sleeping under and wrapped it around my waist as the guy on the bed sat up, clutching his head.
"Aww, damn. I'm dyin'," he groaned.
"At least you're halfway dressed, dude," I said. He was wearing a pair of socks in addition to the boxer briefs and that was more than I could say for myself.
"Who are you?" his voice was a throaty croak as he squinted up at me. Nice eyes, handsome face. Kinda looked like that actor all the girls were always creaming over, from that TV show about the people on the island. Only they'd killed that dude off, the one with the nice eyes that this dude looked like... Fuck! Who cares? I'd bang the chick who played his sister in a heartbeat and she'd fuckin' love it!
"I'm Bailey. This your room?"
"Yeah."
"Mind if I borrow some clothes, dude? I seem to have lost all mine, somehow," I indicated the blanket around my waist.
My new friend merely grunted and fell backwards on the bed, throwing an arm across his eyes, which I took to be a yes. I made my way to the closet and helped myself, dressing quickly in a t-shirt and a pair of board shorts. As I put them on, I noticed the unmistakable traces of dried cum on my stomach and around my dick.
Fuck.
"You remember anything from last night, dude? Did we have chicks in here or somethin'?" I asked, trying to sound casual.
The only reply was a low mumble, followed by another groan.
"Mmm-hmm. Well, bro, thanks for the clothes. I'll get 'em back to you," I said, making a hasty exit. As I walked down a hallway cluttered with the aftermath of a wild party, I suddenly remembered having my dick sucked last night. It came back to me in a rush, the feeling of a mouth around my dick, a hand playing with my balls.
And... shit. Suddenly I remembered a whimpering male voice, thick with lust. "I'm gonna cum!" Not my voice. And then the feeling of hot cum splattering across my stomach.
"God damn it!" I muttered under my breath as I waded down the stairs through the refuse of an all night frat party and out the front door.
Once outside, I sat for a minute of the front step and closed my eyes, trying to remember more. There had to have been chicks involved. No fuckin' way had this happened to me again. Think, Bailey!
Another image came into my mind, but it wasn't exactly what I'd hoped for. I didn't suddenly recall the blonde with big tits riding me like a pony. Instead, I remembered, as clearly as if I were seeing it at that very second, the face of the dude upstairs. I remembered those eyes looking up at me while his mouth worked on my dick.
Fuck!
I got up and headed back to my own house at a brisk pace. Look, the dude was clearly wasted out of his mind, so he wouldn't remember anything. And I was so drunk that I barely remembered anything. I'm not fuckin gay. I was probably half asleep and the guy went for my dick. Probably thought it was the blonde sucking me until it was too late.
So, fuck it. Some guy blew me while I was drunk. Doesn't make me queer.
Another image shot into my mind, one I'd spent a lot of time avoiding in the past month. Another party, another round of drinking games, fumbling upstairs in the dark, my hand undoing his pants, dropping to my knees like some bitch....
No!
His fingers in my hair, his dick pushing against the back of my throat, his moans, the sudden taste of his cum in my mouth... Turbo's voice crying out my name as he shot.
Fuckin stop it, Bailey!
I ran the rest of the way to the house, took a hot shower and crashed for an hour or two.
By the time I got up, some of the brothers were getting up a game of b-ball, which is pretty typical for a Saturday afternoon around here, and just what I needed. I changed into my own shorts and headed outside, ready to lose myself in a game.
We'd only been playing about fifteen minutes when I saw a car pull up and Turbo's younger brother get out of it. The game continued on and from the corner of my eye I watched Turbo's brother watch us and wondered again if the guy was queer. Even from here, I could see that his eyes were lingering on those of us who were shirtless with a bit more interest than that of someone just following a good game.
It's not like I think about guys being queer a lot or anything. But the first time I met this dude... Ken? Kyle? Somethin like that.... he'd walked in on me getting out of the shower and the guy's eyes just about popped out of his head. He'd gotten a good look before rushing off, that was for sure. Not that I really minded that. I have a damn fine body, and as long as they don't get any ideas about it, I don't mind other guy's looking now and then. It's a free country. Of course, I'm not usually naked when they check me out, so Turbo's bro got a bit more of a treat than most.
He looked a hell of a lot like Turbo. They both have this sort of A&F football stud look about them, like Hollywood based their idealized image of teen jocks on these two brothers. I was just thinkin' I should head over and let him know that Turbo wasn't around when I saw him and Wes heading for the house.
Wes. He comes off like a total pussy hound, and he's certainly always talkin' a good game. I never doubted him, 'cause the dude is actually really good lookin', even I can see that. He's got a toned body and he's always wearing tight clothes to show it off. And the dude's got great hair, it's sort of spikey and black, and... whatever. Like I notice.
But a few weeks back I'd been in the Commons in line for some food, and these two fags in line right in front of me were whispering together. One, a pretty good lookin' blond guy who I wouldn't have thought was queer except for the fact that he and his friend had both checked me out pretty blatantly when I got in line, was telling the other dude about this frat guy he'd been fucked by.
I'm trying not to hear this shit, of course, and thinkin' I might have to fuckin start something before he starts going into details, but then this guy's friend, who was a total flamer, asks what house the frat guy is in.
The dude who was bragging about getting fucked looked around, like he was about to divulge a state secret and tells his friend the name of the house, and fuck if it isn't mine! Just a second, for some reason, I had an image of Turbo flash through my mind. I was about ready to kick the shit out of the guy for spreading lies about our house, but then I heard him telling his friend that 'Wes isn't out to his frat bros, so don't tell anyone.'
What the fuck?
Then the guy starts worrying that Wes hasn't called him since they fucked, and I almost laughed out loud. Fag or not, Wes was clearly every bit the player we knew him to be.
But ever since then, I don't really know what to think about Wes. I find myself paying more attention to him than I used to, like I'm trying to catch him in the act or somethin. And now it seemed to me that he was all too eager to take Turbo's bro into the house...
Nah! Fuck, Wes was as straight as me, or any of the other bros, no matter what some fags at the Commons were wishing were true.
"Hey, Bailey, wanna play ball or are you gonna fuckin' daydream all day?"
Shit.
"Fuck off, dude! I'm still hung over. I'm going to go get some water."
I grabbed my shirt off the grass and headed for the kitchen, wiping the sweat from my chest and under my arms with the shirt as I went. Some other guy's t-shirt, I remembered suddenly, but then pushed that thought of that dude's mouth around my dick right out of my mind.
I grabbed a bottle of water and headed up the back stairs. The house was pretty quiet, most of the bros were out.
I didn't plan it or anything, but I found myself walking by Wes's room just as some pretty unmistakable sounds were coming from behind the closed door, the sound of a guy yelling out in pleasure.
I stopped to listen, my heart pounding. The yelling stopped and, just barely, I could make out Wes's voice saying "Shhh. We have to be a little more quiet."
Holy fuck! Wes really was queer. And he was in there messin' around with Turbo's brother! My fuckin' dick started doing the thinking for me at this point. I don't know why, but the thought of Wes doing Turbo's bro- or was it the other way around?- got me rock hard. Fuckin' things have a mind of their own, you know?
The yelling had stopped, but I could still hear quiet moaning, and, after a few more minutes, I heard Wes's voice again.
"Kyle, I want to fuck you. Is that okay?"
A strange thrill raced through my body. I listened intently for the answer, but the next thing I heard was Wes again, asking "Yes?" and then saying "I'll go slow at first."
Fuck! They really were in there fucking. And at this point, my damn dick is sticking out rock hard in my shorts. I started to squeeze my dick a little, but then stopped myself. What the fuck was I doing? Acting like a queer, getting off to two guys. I wasn't drunk, there was no excuse for this sort of shit.
I turned and headed back down the stairs, trying to ignore the fact that my hard on was leading the way.
I chugged some more water in the kitchen and waited for things to calm down in my shorts, but you'd have thought I popped a fuckin' Viagra or something, my dick was staying so hard.
I was just starting to think about heading back upstairs- just to go to my room, not 'cause I wanted to listen to Wes and Kyle again- when Turbo walked in the back door and slung his backpack off his shoulder and onto the table.
"Spending a Saturday afternoon at the library is NOT what I thought college was going to be like, dude."
"Mid terms bite," I said, glad I was seated at the table where my raging boner was out of sight. Somehow, Turbo being in the room didn't seem to be helping me with that problem.
"Is that my mom's car outside?" Turbo asked, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.
"Uh... I guess so. Your little brother pulled up in it." And now he's upstairs getting the shit fucked out of him by Wes and fuckin loving it.
"No shit? Where is he now?"
Probably taking Wes's jizz all over that face that looks so much like yours. "Uh, I think I saw him with Wes a little while ago."
"Cool, thanks. I'll go see if I can find him."
Fuck. Before I could say anything else, Turbowas on his way up the back stairs. Ever since that night last month, he doesn't seem to want to be alone with me for very long, even though he said he didn't remember anything the next day.
Didn't remember fucking my face. Didn't remember me swallowing his jizz. Didn't remember still being hard afterwards, bending me over the desk in his room, fucking my ass while I begged for it like a slut, my cock shooting all over the essay he'd printed out for one of his classes.
Fuck. I'd wanted Turbo's dick that night. I fucking wanted it again right now. Giving up control had been such a turn on, but it fuckin pissed me off thinking about it. I was all about control on the basketball court, with the bitches, and in my daily life. But somehow, there I'd been, lying across a desk begging another guy to fuck me harder, to make me his bitch.
No! I wasn't anyone's bitch.
But if Turbo walked down those stairs right now and ordered me to drop my shorts and bend over for him, I'd do it so fucking fast...
"God damn it!" I muttered, shaking the thoughts away.
What was happening upstairs? I was about to get up and head up again when Turbo came back down, looking rather pleased.
"Did you find them?"
"No, I guess Kyle took off. Wes has some chick up there. I guess she's dripping wet for him, dude." Turbo laughed, shaking his head. "That stud is such a player."
And you are naive as hell, Turbo.
"Awesome. So, you get any last night? I saw that chick, the one with the magic mouth, at the party I went to. But she slipped out before I could move in for the kill," I said.
"That sucks. Damn, she had a good mouth! And she was begging for my dick like a little...." Turbo stopped abruptly and I felt myself flush a bit, knowing without a doubt that he was remembering the same thing I was, remembering my own voice begging him to fuck me harder.
"I gotta go find Kyle, man. See you later." Turbo was out the door before I could even respond. Shit! He thinks I'm fuckin' gay for his dick. I was just drunk, that's all.
My dick was still hard and I needed to fuckin' take care of some business there. I went back up the stairs, passing by Wes's room. I didn't plan to stop, but I really couldn't help myself when I heard Kyle's voice.
"Do you think my brother is one of the closet cases?"
"You like asking questions during sex, don't you?"
"Do you?"
"Like asking questions during sex?"
"Think..oh.... think my brother is a closet case?"
"I don't know. He sure likes hearing about my sex life. And you sure like thinking about him while you're getting fucked."
Something sort of broke open in me. This was so fuckin' hot. I wanted to be part of it. I found myself trying the door, to see if it was unlocked. I just wanted to see what I was hearing. I was shocked when the handle actually turned, and I slowly eased the door open a bit.
Turbo's little bro was sitting on Wes' dick, bouncing up and down like there was no tomorrow.
"I wish he'd walked in and found you with your dick up my ass." Oh, man. Turbo's bro was a freaky little shit.
"What would you have done?"
"Sucked his dick." Shit! I opened the door a little wider, thinking on some level that Kyle would give me the same treatment if I walked in on them.
"You'd swallow your brother's load, wouldn't you?" Wes was just as nasty, and my dick felt like it was about to explode.
"Yes."
"Turbo and I would take turns fucking you. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Mmmm..." Kyle sounded like he was about to shoot.
"Maybe you'd like to see me fuck him. See him beg for my cock?"
I started rubbing my own dick and slipped inside the room. The thought of Wes making someone.... making Turbo... making ME beg for his cock was enough to push me over the edge I'd been standing on most of the day. Neither of the guys had registered my presence yet.
"Oh God.."
"You'd eat his tight little hole, wouldn't you? Bury your face in you brother's ass and stick your tongue inside him?"
"Yes!" Turbo's brother suddenly shot a load all over Wes's hot abs and Wes started groaning right afterwards, clearing shooting a load of his own.
"You are one hot fuck," Wes said. I knew that they were going to see me any second. A jolt of fear shot through me, but fuck that. I was in control here.
"You can say that again," I said, a bit more loudly than I'd intended. I felt a small thrill of pleasure at the shocked looks on Wes and Kyle's faces as they turned to look at me.
"Guess you forgot to lock the door after you lied to Turbo. He came down bragging that you were banging some babe up here, but I knew you'd come up here with his brother. And I'm not as naive as he is, I guess. So, this is a very interesting situation, gentleman. I think we need to talk."
"What do you want?" Wes asked, after exchanging worried glances with Kyle, who still had the other man's dick firmly planted up his ass.
"First thing I want is for you two fags to come over here and suck on this for awhile," I said, grabbing my hard dick through my shorts and shaking it back and forth. "We'll see where things go from there."