Our Sons First College Apartment

Our Sons First College Apartment

Chapter 9: Another Saturday Night

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This chapter is super long (my longest ever). That's partly because it includes a flashback to the frat house from Jake's initial campus visit last semester for those readers who weren't along for that ride in the Adult Friends section in, "Our Son's First College Tournament" - and it's partly because there just didn't seem like a good place to break up the momentum as it was all building to the Sorority House party. You may want to consume it as more than one meal (JO session). I hope it still works.

Please let me know what you think.

I am at markmanscooter@yahoo.com

Chapter 9: Another Saturday Night

Part 1: Saturday Morning Farce

The front door slammed.

Jake and Dylan froze and looked at each other. Dylan was concerned. "Shit." Jake whispered, panicked.

"Wake up, Fuckers! I brought breakfast pizza!"

"Fuck!" Jake whispered. His stiff cock instantly deflated and he pushed Dylan off his body and rolled him over so they were lying next to each other. He held his index finger to his lips. "Don't make a sound." He continued to whisper. "You gotta stay in here until I can sneak you out. Leo can NOT know you're in here. Fuck."

Dylan furrowed his brow. He understood. He wasn't mad; he just wasn't sure how this was going to happen. He instantly pictured himself stuck in Jake's bedroom for hours - and he had to pee. He started to open his mouth to speak and Jake put the same index finger to Dylan's lips to stop him, shaking his head. Then Jake grabbed his phone from his nightstand and texted. He rotated the screen to show Dylan. It was to Aaron and it said, "Dylans here Leo cant know - have to sneak him into your room"

Dylan knew Aaron well enough to know the lack of punctuation would annoy him and that thought unfurrowed his brow and made him smile. The smile put Jake at ease. They both watched as the three little dots appeared at the bottom of the screen. Dylan playfully reached over and groped Jake's flaccid dick. Jake scowled and quickly swatted his hand away.

Aaron's response read: "You want Leo to think we're perverts who bring home strangers for three- ways?"

Dylan was instantly sad and furrowed his brow again. "Stranger?" He whispered.

"Leo doesn't know who you are." Jake whispered back.

"You ARE fucking perverts and Leo already knows that" Jake texted back, smirking. Dylan wasn't sure what that meant.

"Fine. We'll save your ass. Again." Aaron replied.

"Help distract him" Jake texted back.

"We'll let him blow us when he makes it to our room." Aaron replied. Jake could picture Aaron smirking as he read it.

"Leo not Dylan" Jake sent and then added, "asshole"

"Speaking of assholes, how is Dylan's this morning?" Aaron texted. That had clearly been intended to give Jake shit, but it had the opposite effect. Jake smiled and turned the screen to see Dylan's reaction. Dylan shrugged but smiled at Jake.

"He's smiling so it must be fine" Jake responded. He wanted to add that it might be more sore if they hadn't just been interrupted but Leo interrupted that thought instead.

"C'mon mother fuckers! Wake the fuck up!!" Leo yelled impatiently as they heard him clinking bottles of beer from the fridge.

"What's your number?" Jake asked Dylan. Dylan smiled. "So I can text you a signal to come out quick and go to Aaron's room." Dylan blushed at his misunderstanding and grabbed Jake's phone and put in his number. "I'm just gonna text, 'now' and that's your cue.

"Got it." Dylan said. Jake stood up naked and pulled on his boxer briefs and a tee shirt while Dylan watched, smiling. Then Jake turned to leave. "Wait. I really gotta pee." Jake turned back and pointed to a mostly empty Gatorade bottle on his dresser and left his room.

"It's about time, fucker!" Leo said walking over to meet Jake in the living room to hand him a Miller High Life.

"How'd you know I needed a little hair of the dog?" Jake said pretending to be groggy, reaching into his underwear to casually scratch his balls, pulling his hand out just in time for the bottle handoff.

"I've met you, Party Boy." Leo said. "So how was last night? How much did you make?" Jake had almost forgotten it had all been for the cash.

"Seven hundred and sixty-something." Jake said. "Pretty good. Beats your take, fucker!" Leo smiled. He was competitive but not about this. He knew it was homecoming weekend and the money would be good.

"What about E?" Leo asked.

"Not sure. We'll have to wait til he's back. He left before me. He-"

"-Was anxious to get back to fuckin' Lana?" Leo asked. Jake wasn't sure if he meant 'fucking' as an adjective or a verb.

"Exactly." Jake replied.

"Get some pizza. It's really a breakfast pizza. It has scrambled eggs and bacon on it. Kinda cold now but still good hangover food." Leo said, sitting on the sofa and grabbing a second slice with a beer in his other hand. "Ahhh - the horn dogs finally emerge from their lair!" Leo added as Aaron came out of his room. "You hungry?" Leo asked.

"Already ate." Aaron said, pretending to wipe the corners of his mouth. Jake snorted his beer out his nose. Leo looked shocked. "I'm kidding." Aaron added and grabbed a beer off the kitchen island.

"He's not." Brandon said, smirking as he exited their room as well. Both of them were shirtless and just in pairs of Aaron's designer briefs. Brandon was wearing the same Cell Block briefs he'd worn to work. He liked showing off the logo at work above the waistline of his jeans. Aaron's were olive green plaid Timoteos that made his bulge look gigantic. Leo had to continually stop himself from staring. Jake made no effort to stop staring.

"So...looks like your date went well." Aaron said sitting in the recliner before taking a bite. "This is weirdly really good." He added, surprised by the pizza.

"Yeah, it went...very well." Leo said, sounding very gentlemanly but then added, "all night long." He smirked and blushed.

"Aww. Our fuck boy is back in business!" Aaron said.

"All night? Really?" Brandon asked.

"Yup. Haven't really slept." Leo said, smiling bigger and blushing even deeper.

"Nice, Bro!" Jake said and offered his left fist for a congratulatory bump. "How many times was that?" He added, always wanting more details than are really necessary. In this case everyone was equally curious though.

"Four." Leo said. "And a half."

"And a half?!" Both Brandon and Aaron said at the same time. Everyone laughed. Leo blushed again. "Yeah, she was blowing me again this morning and her roommate came home and interrupted us."

"Same!" Brandon said, making everyone laugh.

"He's kidding." Aaron said.

"I'm not." Brandon said, making everyone laugh even harder. Leo laughed so hard he farted which only made the laughter worse.

"You better hope that was just a fart." Jake said, laughing at his own burn.

"Gross." Aaron said. "We're eating."

Leo shoved his left hand down his pants. "Nope just a fart." Everyone laughed again. "But seriously. I've been holding in farts all night. You know how first dates are."

"When you have to hold in farts for 24 hours because your first date ended up fucking you ALL NIGHT LONG!" Brandon laughed.

"It hasn't been 24 hours." Leo said as if that lessened the point. Then he let loose with another one and sighed with relief.

"Dude. That's nasty." Jake said waving his hand in front of his face, dramatically.

"Ok. I do have to go pinch a loaf. Leave me a piece." Leo said and got up and went to the bathroom. As soon as they heard the door shut, Brandon and Aaron and Jake all looked at each other. Jake quickly got up and ran over to his door to get Dylan, who was dressed again, just sitting on Jake's bed scrolling on his phone waiting for the text.

"Now! Quick! And be quiet!" Jake whisper-yelled. Aaron had gotten up and was on lookout as the bathroom door was behind the kitchen. Dylan came out and was walking through the living room when the bathroom door opened. All of the boys looked at each other panicked. Dylan quickly ran back to Jake's room and quietly closed the door. Aaron quickly stepped back away from the bathroom door and sat back down. Leo came back out and grabbed his phone off the end table. "I might be a minute." He said and then headed back to the bathroom. Leo turned around again and came back into the living room just as Dylan was about to open the door again.

Jake yelled, "Leo!" He was hoping Dylan would hear that and know not to come back out. It worked.

"What?" Leo said. Jake quickly scanned the room and pointed to Leo's beer on the end table.

"Way ahead of you, Buddy." Leo said and grabbed his beer and headed back.

"Holy fuck." Brandon said, verbalizing what everyone was feeling. Dylan open the door a crack.

"Go!" Jake whispered loudly and pointed to Aaron's room. Dylan peered out. "GO!!" Jake whispered and waved the arm that wasn't holding a beer in a big circle like he was a third base coach sending a teammate home. Dylan still responded with caution and just stepped out of Jake's room. Aaron shook his head and was now frantically motioning for Dylan to quickly just leave the apartment, pointing to the front door instead. Dylan came out into the living room and smiled and mouthed, 'hey' to Aaron and Brandon with a small wave, then started looking for his shoes.

Suddenly they heard the lock on the bathroom door pop. They all panicked again and Dylan took off across the room and instinctively went to the room furthest from the bathroom door. That was Leo's room next to the laundry room. Aaron's room was opposite the bathroom. Both rooms were behind the kitchen wall.

"Nooo!" Jake yelled, but it was too late; Dylan had closed Leo's bedroom door and Leo had opened the bathroom door at the same time. The other three boys quickly sat back down, pretending nothing had happened. 'What the fuck?' Jake mouthed to the other two and pointed to an imaginary watch noting that Leo was not in the bathroom long enough to even pee. Aaron furrowed his brow and shrugged. Brandon just looked confused.

"No, what?" Leo said as he exited the bathroom and walked through the kitchen between the cabinets and the island to grab another beer from the fridge. "It was a false alarm. Just had hours of farts to let go of. Anybody else need another beer?"

"Dude, it's still morning." Aaron said. Leo just shrugged as if to say, 'and?'

"I feel like partying, Boys. Papi just got laid!" Leo said in the third person, grabbing another piece of pizza and chugging some of his second beer.

"Papi?" Aaron said, laughing. "Dude, you're white...white as fuck. You can't say that. It's racist."

"Really? My bad. Just feeling fuckin' awesome today!" Leo said. "I'm actually three percent Cherokee."

"Oh, Jesus." Brandon said, shaking his head and taking a big swig of his beer.

"I'm one percent Neanderthal." Jake said. "My dad and I both did 23 and Me this summer."

"You're at least fifty percent Neanderthal." Aaron said, and Brandon and Leo joined him in laughing at his own joke. The three of them leaned forward to clink their glasses.

"Fuck all of you motherfuckers!" Jake said, actually pissed off. He was sensitive to insults, even in jest, but he was extra-sensitive about jokes about his intellect, especially when delivered by Aaron.

"Jesus, chill, Bro." Aaron said. "I'm just giving you shit. Fifty percent is a requirement for pledging." He took a long pull on his beer as an exclamation point.

"Some of your best friends are frat bros." Jake defensively pointed out as if this were an actual debate. Brandon rolled his eyes. Guys that couldn't take a little teasing annoyed him. He came of age in the jock world where it was sign of affection.

"Exactly." Aaron said. "And they know how to party!"

"We should have a party!" Leo said, and chugged more of his beer.

"Tonight?" Jake asked.

"Yeah!" Leo said. "Why not?"

"We should do it next Saturday. Brando's off and we'd have time to make sure everyone was free and knew about it." Aaron said. "Plus there's another sorority house party tonight. Eric will definitely be going."

"By all means, let's plan OUR house party around your boyfriend's work schedule." Jake said but then instantly felt like a dick. Brandon furrowed his brow, even more annoyed now. "But Lana leaves for that wedding in Greece next Friday, so Eric definitely won't have plans so that's actually perfect." He added, trying to recover.

Brandon looked disgusted. He grabbed his bulge and mouthed, 'Eat Me!' to Jake. It didn't have the disrespectful impact he'd intended. Jake just smirked and puckered his lips back at Brandon, giving him an air kiss. It caught Brandon off guard and he laughed and took another swig of his beer. Maybe he wasn't quite as immune to Jake's charm as he thought.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer." Aaron said as if he were ten. It was directed at Leo who was staring at Aaron's crotch. Aaron has slumped down in the recliner with his legs spread. He was only wearing a pair of briefs with a red band of piping that ran around his junk, under the exaggerated pouch from either side of his waistband. His long, thick, flaccid dick was folded over his balls, making a dramatic arc down to obscure the piping under his sac. Leo was jealous. It was as simple as that. He couldn't make himself look away, although he hadn't been trying at that moment. The focus of the conversation was elsewhere.

Leo shook his head as if pulling himself from a trance. "Dude, your fuckin' junk is distracting. New house rule: Aaron has to at least wear a fucking robe or something." He was expecting a hearty laugh but only got confused stares. Neither Brandon nor Jake were going to endorse that rule. Leo had forgotten who his audience was. He needed Eric to back him up, although Eric had grown up with Aaron in the locker room and seemed to be desensitized to his endowment. Leo's reaction was to double down. "Seriously. Thinking about your junk makes us all feel inadequate."

"Awww." Aaron said, smirking. "You think about my junk?" He paused for laughter that absolutely came from Brandon and Jake. "Like...how often?" More laughter.

"Oh, fuck you!!" Leo said, blushing deeply. "Fuck all o' you motherfuckers. Don't tell me you guys don't notice this shit." Leo said, gesturing toward Aaron's crotch with his beer hand.

"What the fuck, Leo?" Jake said. "You have a nice dick. What are you talking about?" Jake was starting to get hard with all of this talk. The other three guys all turned to look at him as if what he'd said was somehow shocking. Jake ignored the judgment. "What?! We've all seen it. There's nothing wrong with Leo's dick. He's got a good one. The ladies seem to be big fans. Your girl last night seemed to be quite a serious fan. She might even write letters to it." He paused; the guys were all amused now. "Dear Big Leo. Is that what you call it? Is that what SHE calls it? Anyway, Dear Big Leo, I'm already missing you. Four times wasn't nearly enough. Please come back." Jake paused to look up from the invisible letter he held in his hand. "Oh, look...she spelled cum wrong. She spelled it with a 'U', Leo's never cared about a smart girl." Even Leo was laughing now and grateful that Jake had commandeered the conversation and made it playful while at the same time complimenting his cock. It's forgivable when it's about your own. Jake continued reading. "I even like you when you get all red and angry and I don't even mind that you spit up all over my tits-"

"Oh my god, stop!!" Brandon said. He was laughing so hard he'd spilled beer on the floor.

"No, don't stop." Leo said, laughing. "I wanna hear the rest of the letter."

"The rest of it is hard to make out. It's like she was too shaken up. Something about how her wet pussy can't wait for your...wait I can't read this...I think it says, 'thundering'...no it's, 'throbbing' that's it-"

"Seriously, Stop!" Brandon said. He was starting to chub up as well and had nothing to hide it.

"Ok." Jake said, having run out of creative steam anyway and would rather quit while he was ahead. "You can read the rest in the privacy of your room. I mean, Big Leo can read it...with his one eye. Otherwise it would be mail fraud." The guys were all still laughing, but suddenly they each glanced over at Leo's door and then back down at the pizza.

As if Dylan had been waiting for the laughter to die down, he opened the door and stuck his head out and then walked out into the kitchen. "Morning guys. Got any aspirin? I am hung way over."

Jake looked panicked. Aaron and Brandon were equally surprised.

"What the fuck?!" Leo said, not quite angry, but not far from it after seeing a total stranger emerge from his room.

"Morning, Dylan." Jake said as if it were completely normal. "Leo, this is Dylan. He's the DJ at the club." He paused. "Dylan, this is our roommate Leo." There was a spark of recognition from each of them as they had technically met before when Leo danced at Cell Block but they hadn't been formally introduced. "Aaron and Brando brought Dylan back here to be their boy toy for the evening." Jake smirked at Aaron as he said it and missed Dylan's furrowed brow back at him.

Aaron didn't miss a beat. He was better on his feet than even Jake was. "Very funny, Bro." Aaron added, dismissively as if the idea of a three way was out of the question for the two of them. "We just wanted to party after bar time. You know how it is when you just get off work. We were all up partying pretty late. I told Dylan he could crash on your bed since it was obvious you'd gotten lucky." Leo liked being the stud in this story.

"I just passed out on top of your bed. Aaron told me to just sleep on top. Thanks for letting me crash there. They were still up partying so I couldn't take the couch."

"He's kind of a lightweight." Brandon said, finally able to chime in to corroborate. Jake rolled his eyes but also held some respect for Aaron for expertly shifting the story like he'd been in an improv class. He and Aaron shared a glance that made both of them feel like they were back in high school when they'd been partners in crime. It made them both happy.

"Ok. That's cool." Leo said. "Thanks for not puking on my bed."

"It was the least I could do to repay your generous hospitality." Dylan said, smiling. "I feel like shit though. I just called an Uber. I better get down to the lobby. It was fun, guys. Thanks for keeping the party going last night." He added looking directly at Jake, who felt himself blush. Jake never blushed.

"You want a piece of pizza for the road?" Brandon said.

"Not up for food yet, but thanks." Dylan said.

"A beer for the road?" Leo asked.

"Ooof. Definitely not." Dylan replied. Everyone laughed. Dylan found his shoes by the door and just took them in his hand and left.

"So...what was up with his clothes?" Leo asked. "Looked like his grandma made that shirt...or whatever you wanna call what he was wearing. And those pants...what the fuck? Did he just watch Saturday Night Fever or something? I know it's a dance club but...damn."

"That crocheted squares thing is hot right now. That was designer." Aaron said.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Leo asked.

"It means he paid way too much for it." Brandon said.

"Grab me a cold one." Jake said as Aaron got up to bring his plate to the kitchen.

"You gotta pace yourself, Bro, if you're gonna make it to the party tonight." Aaron said. He rinsed off his plate and loaded it into the dishwasher.

"Just one more." Jake said. "I'm just gonna chill today. I don't have to study."

"If by, 'chill', you mean sit in here and watch Pornhub..." Leo said, making air quotes. "I'm gonna have to veto that shit. I DO have to study and it's too hard when I can hear all that moaning and fucking out here."

"I bet you were, 'too hard' all night last night with...what was her name again?" Jake said, smirking and taking the new bottle of beer from Aaron, who then walked back to Brandon and leaned over the back of his chair to run his hands down Brandon's bare chest.

"Maggie." Leo said. "And you can never be, 'too hard', can you?" He grabbed his crotch and held his beer in the air as if toasting with the other guys. They all air-toasted in agreement. "Ok...I gotta actually sleep for a while so I have the bandwidth to study. No porn out here, Jay."

"Fine." Jake said and sighed loudly. "I need a long fucking nap too. That was a long night last night. Gotta be well rested for the party." Jake brought his plate to the sink, but lazily didn't put in the dishwasher, then headed for his room. Leo air-toasted one more time before retreating to his room as well.

"I'm going back to bed too." Aaron said. "You coming or are you headed home? When was the last time you were at your apartment?

"I showered and changed clothes the day before yesterday." Brandon said. "It's a good thing your clothes fit me."

Aaron smiled. "They're a little tighter on you."

"I'll tell you what's tighter." Brandon said, smirking as he put his plate in the dishwasher and walked back into Aaron's room. "You coming?"

"You need a nap too?" Aaron asked, following him.

"Nope."

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Part 2: Frat House Flashback

Jake stripped down to nothing and crawled back into his bed. He had a standard double bed which was cramped in these student housing bedrooms that had been designed for a twin if you wanted any extra room. He barely had room to walk between his desk-dresser combo and the bed. Eric's room was the same. Their fathers, Will and Matt, had bought them both double beds after Eric hinted that he and Lana needed more space. Aaron had a double bed too. Brandon had a queen sized bed but even though it was bigger and more comfortable, they still spent most nights in Aaron's room. Brandon liked the camaraderie of their apartment. He had only one roommate, who he'd gotten from an online advertisement. The guy was weird and always home.

Jake ran his hands over his naked body. He felt the tiny bristles of his shaved chest hair as it began to grow back. Then he reached down and traced his fingers along the lightning bolt shaved into his pubes. He'd just redone it for showing off in the Cell Block cage so he was ready in case he managed to convince one of the sorority girls to smash. He needed to 'bag a babe' as they say in the old John Hughes movies he used to watch on cable in junior high. He felt like he needed to solidify his reputation as a ladies man in order to be considered a viable candidate for pledging. He only had a few weeks left before pledge season began. He needed to focus.

He played with his flaccid dick and began to daydream of living in the fraternity house. Then his world would be complete. He loved the idea of living with a bunch of guys, all bonded together, sharing everything: eating together, showering together, hanging out in each other's rooms, shooting the shit, telling stories of their conquests, showering together. It would be like the apartment only bigger. It would be like the high school locker room only better. It would be 24/7. He wanted to be in that room in the basement that Brett told him about - that room that only the brothers could enter. That room where the only things you could watch on the giant TV were porn and sports. That room they called The Nut Hut.

Thinking about the frat house reminded him of that first weekend he'd visited Eric last year. He'd been so bummed about the argument with Eric. They'd never had any kind of disagreement before. But if he hadn't pissed Eric off, he never would have had to stay in Brett's room and none of this would even be possible.

Jake had relived the night he and Brett first hooked up in his head many times. It always ended with Jake stroking his cock and blowing a huge load. But this morning, as he lied in bed thinking about life in the frat house, it was their first morning after that he began to relive.

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(Flashback to the Morning After the Frathouse Party When Jake Stayed in Brett's Room - excerpt from Chapter six of Our Sons College Tournament)

"Hey." Brett said as he rolled over when Jake climbed back on top of his roommate's bed after sneaking down the hall in the frat house to take a leak. He'd been nervous leaving the room in his boxer briefs with morning wood, afraid he'd run into some sorority girl starting the walk of shame back home, but no one was up yet after the party night. He heard someone in the shower room. 'Poor guy.' Jake thought, 'he must have work early.'

"Hey, Man." Jake said. "How you feeling?"

"A little hung." Brett said.

"You're more than a little hung." Jake said with his devilish grin. He'd woken up a little groggy too from all of the beers the night before, but mostly he was confused. He wondered why he'd given in to his urges again? He thought that was behind him. He was still feeling it this morning. Brett was sort of mesmerizing to him for some reason though. It wasn't just that he was cool and had that shaggy blonde surfer thing going on. He was chill but it was something else. He wasn't sure what it was.

Brett was now lying on his back with one knee propped up under the sheet. 'He must be trying to hide his morning wood.' Jake thought. He wanted to find a way to confirm that.

"So what would you be doing right now if I wasn't here?" Jake asked.

"Besides still sleeping?" Brett said. He paused. "Honestly?" He added and turned his head to catch Jake's eye. His arm was slung up behind his head so that the small patch of blonde pit hair was exposed to Jake. Jake reached down and scratched his balls through his boxer briefs. "I'd probably be rubbing one out." He laughed and looked back up at the ceiling. Jake smiled.

"Yeah, me too." Jake said. "Thinking about last night." He paused. "You ok about all that?"

Brett paused too but he turned his head back to meet Jake's eyes again. Jake was sustaining his devilish grin. Brett was finding it hard to resist. "I think so."

"You think?" Jake said.

"Well it's...weird...and unexpected...but I don't regret it."

"So you liked it?" Jake asked.

"I've never felt like that before." He replied. "No one's ever..." he trailed off not knowing exactly how to phrase it. He was self-conscious about saying some of it out loud for some reason.

"Made your cock feel that good?" Jake finished his sentence for him.

"Pretty much." He said smiling and looking at the ceiling again, not wanting to make eye contact. "Seriously, Mate, I didn't know a gobby could feel that good. Girls don't usually...go down that far - and that thing you did with your mouth on my ass...bloody hell, that felt amazing." Jake noticed Brett had instinctively slipped his left hand down under his ass under the sheet. Was he casually sliding his finger down to his pucker?

"You were pretty good for a beginner too, Bud." Jake said making sure to remind him that he'd sucked his first cock with enthusiasm.

"That was..." Brett said and paused.

"What?"

"Hot." He finally admitted. "I'm not gonna lie. That was an amazing feeling as well, Mate. Not what I expected. Who fucking knew?" Brett said. He was slowly becoming aware that Jake's presence was a safe space for him to just tell it like it is. "It was hot." He reiterated. "Really fucking hot. I don't remember when my donger's ever been that hard as when I had your...in my mouth."

Jake was still unsure if he liked that it had happened even though it had clearly been hot for both of them, though he was too horny now, after talking about it, to ignore his hormones. He put his knee back down, exposing the erection in his boxer briefs. Brett instinctively glanced over and saw the nickel-sized precum spot that had already formed on the fabric at the tip of Jake's cock head.

"Sorry." Jake said as he bent his legs at the knees again and pulled his briefs down around his bubble ass and off. He tossed them across the space between their beds which made Brett laugh. "I can't take it anymore. All this talk about last night...I gotta crank one out." He grabbed his boner and started stroking. "Do you care?"

"Nah, Mate." Brett said and groped his own manhood through the sheet.

"You gonna just lie there and watch me?" Jake asked. "You're hard under there too, right?"

Brett didn't respond; he just kicked the sheet off, exposing his own stiff rod. Jake looked over at it. It was hovering above his blonde happy trail and drooling a beautiful string of clear man juice. Brett looked over at Jake. They smiled at each other, and he wrapped his fist around his shaft and swiped his thumb across his plump head to scoop up the juice. He squeezed some more out and then brought his thumb to his mouth and sucked on it like a toddler.

Jake smiled. "Nice!" He said as he squeezed his own dick and did the same. "Can I join you?"

"Ok." Brett said, a little tentatively. Jake sat up on the edge of the bed. His boner was aimed straight up at his belly button. He stood up, letting his erection bounce around. He stopped between their beds and jokingly spread his legs apart and thrust his hips back and forth, making his boner swing down between his legs and back up to slap hard against his pelvis. Brett laughed. Jake moved to lie down next to Brett. Brett slid over closer to the wall to give Jake room to join him.

Jake laid down, so their shoulders were touching. Then he spread his knees and put his right leg over the top of Brett's fuzzy left thigh. Brett was jacking his dick right-handed and reached his left hand over to cup it under Jake's balls. "Oh, fuck yeah!" Jake added and then put his hands behind his head, inviting Brett to take over stroking. "It's always fun having someone else stroke you once in a while. Your own hand gets old. Ya know what I mean?"

Brett smiled and nodded. He didn't hesitate. He released Jake's scrotum, slid his hand up and stroked both of their cocks in the same rhythm. Jake then reached his right hand down and took over jacking Brett's dick, occasionally feeling up his hairy blonde sack and rubbing his fuzzy taint under his balls.

They turned to each other and smiled again and then both moved their faces toward each other slightly until their lips were touching. It was a completely mutual decision. They each slid their tongues out to play with the other's, their morning, leftover beer breath making their kisses slightly more manly and animalistic. Brett reached his right hand over to caress Jake's mostly smooth chest and play with his nipple. Jake's left hand reached over to run his fingers through Brett's blonde hair and down his neck.

"Fuck it." Brett said and he just rolled over on top of Jake. "Oh my god! Bloody fucking hell, this is hot!" He added as their groins mashed together. Brett started grinding against Jake and thrusting his hips like he was fucking. Jake reached around and grabbed Brett's furry blonde ass and moaned into Brett's mouth. He squeezed hard and humped up against his new buddy. This was nothing like it was with Meghan. It was as if he no control over his pelvis; he just kept thrusting against Brett's junk like it was just instinct and reflex.

Then Brett broke their kiss. He smiled at Jake when he saw Jake's furrowed brow at being disconnected. He slid down Jake's body, kissing and licking things all the way until he reached Jake's banana cock. Brett licked the underside, stuck his nose between Jake's balls and then slid his mouth sideways up along the side of Jake's stiff shaft until he could engulf his swollen head.

"Oh, Fuuuuuccckkk!" Jake moaned loudly as his cock entered Brett's warm, wet mouth. "YES! Suck my fucking hard cock!" Brett kept sucking. He was sober this morning so was more focused on Jake's pleasure. He tried different things with his mouth to see how Jake reacted. It was all good.

Brett knew what he liked when someone sucked his cock - what every man likes. He kept trying to take more and more of Jake's 7 inches. His enthusiasm was making him gag which in turn was flooding Jake's cock with slippery saliva. "Dude. Go slow. Just chill, Buddy. Relax. It feels fucking awesome. I don't want you to puke on my dick. Just enjoy it."

Brett pulled off and smiled at Jake. "I just wanna make you feel as good as you made me feel." Then he kissed Jake's piss slit and sucked just his head back in his mouth.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Jake said, throwing his head back. "Don't worry; you're doing great. Holy shit." He let Brett keep blowing him until he was getting pretty close. Brett was lying on his stomach between Jake's legs. Jake glanced down and watched Brett's fuzzy blonde ass cheeks gently thrusting against the mattress. He wanted to slide his middle finger down inside the deep furry crevice and play with his hole, but he couldn't reach it. He felt his balls pull up as his nut sac tightened. He put his hand on Brett's face and gently tapped along his strong jaw line as he felt his own cock head push against the inside of Brett's cheek. "You got me close to busting. Let me have a turn." Brett made a cute little noise like a puppy when you take away its toy.

They switched places and Jake returned the favor, but with far greater skill. He easily swallowed all of Brett's 6 3/4 inches until his nose was deep into Brett's untamed man bush. He tugged on Brett's balls and brushed his thumb back and forth over his furry sac. He tried taking Brett's balls into his mouth but the mass of long blonde hairs was too much for him. He wasn't a fan of sucking on balls unless they were smooth and clean. "We gotta take these babies to the barber." Jake said, and Brett flinched at the thought of any kind of blades near his privates. Jake laughed which made Brett laugh too. "Don't worry, Dude. I brought my lawnmower. I'm not gonna use an actual razor down here. We can clean before the shower after you cum in my mouth."

"Cool" Brett said. "Just stop talking about it." Jake laughed again and went back down under Brett's balls to suck hard on his fuzzy taint. Jake slid his thumbs up under Brett's knees and pushed his legs up toward his chest. "Oh fuck yeah, Mate. Do that thing again." Brett said. Jake kissed along the denser fur at the insides of Brett's crack. It smelled sweaty but clean. Then he licked all the way up from the small of his back up past his pucker until he could flick the back of Brett's nuts with his tongue. Brett moaned as Jake's warm wet tongue slid by his sensitive anus. Jake teased him with a couple more passes before planting his whole mouth on Brett's little pink hole. "Bloody hell, Mate! That's fucking unbelievable!" Jake made out with Brett's pucker, eventually slipping his tongue just inside his ring.

"Hold your legs up." Jake said. When Brett complied, Jake moved his hands around to grope and caress his ass until his thumbs were rubbing the soft sensitive area around the edges of his hole, making tiny circles and gently tapping at his pucker between kisses. Jake pushed his thumbs a little harder until one slid inside among the kisses. Brett moaned as though the transition had been so seamless that he didn't even notice something had actually entered his ass. "Go back to my cock...please!" Brett begged. "It's fucking aching." Jake smiled. He loved having such control over a buddy's pleasure. As Brett let go of his legs, they slowly sank back down onto the bed and Jake's slippery thumb slowly slid further into Brett's hole. He moaned as he felt it fill him. 'That feels big enough' he thought. 'How do guys take the real thing?'

Jake smiled at him as he wrapped his fingers around Brett's cock and held it straight up before swallowing it whole. "YES!!" Brett yelled as he swung his arms out to his sides and bucked up into Jake's face. Then he brought both hands back to Jake's head and held it still as he face-fucked him deep and hard. Jake took it for a few thrusts and then pulled off.

"Dude! What the fuck?!" He said. He actually hadn't minded letting Brett bask in the feeling of a deep face fuck but it was the subservient nature of letting Brett feel like he was using Jake and no longer allowing him to be in charge of the pleasure-giving that had to stop.

Jake pulled this thumb out and rolled off of Brett and laid beside him and just started jacking off as though they were just horny junior high school buddies getting off together.

"What are you doing, Mate?" Brett said, obviously disappointed. "I was almost there."

"I know." Jake said. "I could tell by the way your nuts got all tight."

"I'm sorry about grabbing your head, Mate. I was an Arse. All that just felt so bloody good. I couldn't stop myself."

"That wasn't it." Jake said, even though it was definitely a factor. "I gotta cum first."

"What? Why?"

"I know how this works." Jake said. "You cum first and then you instantly feel all weird and guilty and maybe even mad about it, like I made you do something you didn't want to and then you freak out and maybe kick me the fuck out of your room - maybe before I've even gotten fully dressed but definitely before I've gotten my nut. So, I'm cumming first. Then whatever happens happens and I don't have to leave all horny and pissed off."

"Mate, it's not like that. This is bloody hot as fuck!" Brett said. Jake could hear the horny desperation in his voice as if he just wanted Jake's mouth back on his cock. Brett had started slowly stroking. He couldn't help himself. They were both lying shoulder to shoulder stroking.

"You say that now, while you wanna get off." Jake said.

"Mate, we already did this last night and I let you fucking fall sleep with me!" Brett said, making a good point. "You were drunk and high last night." Jake said.

"Mate, I've been a lot fucking worse than that." Brett said as if it were a selling feature. "That's not why I...let that happen. And not why I let you stay here."

"Let that happen?" Jake said. "See?" "See what, Mate?" Brett said. "C'mon. Let's have more fun than just wanking next to other like we're frat bros in the shower."

"Fine. I'm still cumming first though." Jake said and climbed up on top of Brett so that he was straddling his torso. He slid his smooth ass down so that Brett's slick boner slid up Jake's crack. Jake gyrated his hips so that his crack was caressing Brett's cock and gently pushing it back and forth. Then Jake slid up Brett's furry chest until his own cock was approaching Brett's mouth. "Your hairy chest feels awesome on my balls, Dude." Jake said as he sat up with his knees under Brett's pits, rocking back and forth, dragging his sack across Brett's pecs as he inched closer and closer to his mouth.

"C'mon give it to me." Brett begged. Jake pressed his dripping cock head to his lips and Brett opened up and took him. Jake was steadying himself against the bed with his left hand. He put his right hand behind Brett's head and pulled it into him, so his cock slid further into Brett's mouth. Then he started thrusting.

"There. How do YOU like it?" Jake said. Brett pushed Jake's pelvis back.

"I like it." Brett said smiling. "Go ahead. Keep fucking my face." Jake smiled.

"Where do you want me to nut?" Jake asked. "In your mouth?"

Brett's eyes suddenly got big. "Um..." Jake started to laugh.

"Not ready for that yet?"

"Maybe not. You can cum all over my face though. Not in my eyes though. That's a bugger." They both laughed. Jake slid his cock into Brett's mouth again and let him suck him for a couple more minutes until he was almost there. Then he pulled out and backed up a little and sat down on Brett's hips so that Brett's boner was lined up in his crack. He ground against Brett's dick as he jacked off hard. He grunted loudly as his first rope spewed out in a long line across Brett's chest and neck.

"Fuck, yeah!!" Brett yelled. His eyes looked like he was watching an exciting circus act. Jake's second and third ropes shot across Brett's cheeks and forehead in rapid succession. Both shots missed his eyes, but he instinctively closed them anyway and smiled as he felt Jake's fourth and fifth ropes land on his chin and neck. When it became clear that his next couple of shots had lost some momentum, Brett opened his eyes to watch Jake's balls swaying as more spooge ran down the back side of Jake's hand to pool in his own navel. "That was bloody crazy!" Jake smiled and then thrust his pelvis forward and sank his crack into Brett's navel, slathering his hole with his own warm semen. Then he backed his ass down and rubbed his slippery crack along Brett's stiff rod, eventually getting under it enough to lodge it straight up between his smooth cheeks again to the small of his back. He rubbed his hole against Brett's dense bush and up along the top side of his boner until Brett's cock head was at his wet, sticky pucker. He pushed down against it, teasing Brett's cock with the prospect of being inside a nice tight hole. "You wanna fuck, don't you?"

"Yes!" Brett said with his eyes closed. "This feels so...incredible."

Jake rocked back and forth a few more times and then slid their cocks together as he laid down on top of Brett and kissed him. Then he pulled back and licked his own jizz off Brett's face and plunged his tongue deep into Brett's mouth. Brett moaned and they made out for a minute. Brett had grabbed Jake's smooth bubble ass and was grinding against him.

Jake broke their kiss and slid down between Brett's legs and swallowed his stiff cock for the last time. He sucked him for about thirty second knowing Brett wouldn't last much longer - his balls were completely hidden up inside his body now. He smiled to himself and then grabbed Brett's hand and guided it to his head. Brett moaned as he understood and put both hands gently on Jake head running his fingers through the dense, golden-brown hair. He thrust up a few more times and then held Jake's head in place and dumped his seed down Jake's throat. Jake's nose was in Brett's bush. He had taken his entire length to the base and squeezed his shaft with his lips and he felt Brett's cum shots pulse in that steadily slowing rhythm until he had finished and then Jake slowly pulled up, milking out every drop until he could swirl his tongue around the sensitive ridge of Brett's spongy head. He showed Brett his jizz before swallowing it and then rolled over and scooted up to be shoulder to shoulder again. "That was unbelievable." Brett said, panting. "Just un-fucking-believable."

"Yeah that was good. So good." Jake said. Sex was always good for him, but he couldn't remember when sex had been that good. And they didn't even fuck.

"And would you look at this!" Brett said. Jake looked around and then down at Brett's beautiful sweaty body. "What?" "You're still here and I'm not 'freaking out'," Brett said making air quotes and speaking in an American accent. Jake smiled.

"Ok. I am a little surprised...and relieved." Jake said. "And I still need to shower." He laughed. "Speaking of showers. Did you say your frat bros jerk off in the shower?" The image of his high school locker room circle jerks had helped fuel his orgasm when Brett had just mentioned it and it was causing a little post- orgasm blood flow now as he was reminded of it again.

"Oh, yeah. A few times. It's a big shower - six heads - and twenty-four guys live here so...yeah - it's happened." Brett said causally. One guy in particular does it a lot. Norman."

"Sounds hot."

"It is kinda." Brett said. "Not everyone. A couple are more...frequent flyers if you know what I mean. Late night showers or mid-afternoon, mostly - or after a game of footy or something. The shower's all business in the morning when everyone has to get to class."

"Lance?" Jake asked.

"Huh? Oh...um, no, actually." Brett said as though he'd never thought about it before. Jake was disappointed. He wanted to hear about the two of them stroking together in the shower. "I've caught him though, Mate. He watches so much porn. Walked right in on him more than once." Jake laughed and was less disappointed. These frat guys weren't as uptight as he thought.

"Has he ever caught you?" Jake asked.

"Just once in the shower. I was alone and had just busted and still had a fat donger - still probably dripping too. He gave me shit about it. I think he was happy since I'd caught him before. You know everyone's bloody doing it though. The walls are thin here. You used to hear porn coming out of every room until the house mum complained and now everyone just uses their ear buds. Makes it harder to hear someone coming though." Brett said laughing.

"So you wanna shower? Still seems pretty dead out there." Jake said.

"Yeah, no one gets up before noon on Saturdays."

"We can take care of George of the jungle down there first." Jake said smirking as he reached over to play with Brett's matted pubes.

"But it's sort of my trademark now." Brett said.

"Well, you need to rebrand." Jake said laughing. "You'd sell more. The sorority focus groups have spoken."

"You taking marketing 101?" Brett said.

"How could you tell?" Jake said and they both laughed as they laid next to each other.

--

Jake had really wanted to nap. He'd hardly gotten any sleep, fucking Dylan all night after already getting home from Cell Block around 3:00 AM. But now he was hard as a rock reliving that first morning after he and Brett had first gotten together. It was one of the best weekends of Jake's life, and he'd had a lot of great weekends. He'd never been with anyone he felt this way about. Why was this different? Why was Brett different?

Jake played with the precum that was leaking from his piss slit. He swirled it around his sensitive cock head and then squeezed his boner and brought the tasty boy juice to his mouth. He loved the taste of his own precum. He wished he made more. He had always been jealous of Eric - and his father, Matt. Their dicks made so much of the stuff. They were like a broken faucet once they got their groove on.

That made him think about Brett's precum and his actual cum. Brett's bodily fluids tasted so good. Even his sweat tasted good - and his body smelled so good. Not everyone's chemistry meshes together. Brett was like a perfect fit. Jake liked him best when he hadn't showered and his musky scent was stronger. That thought reminded him of their first shower together at the frat house that morning too. In his mind he was back in that old, open shower in the middle of the house. Jake began to stroke faster. He wanted to live there so badly.

--

(Back to the Flashback)

"What the fuck is THIS??" Brett and Jake heard one the frat brothers say as he pulled his towel from around his waist and hung it up on the row of hooks outside the open shower room in the bathroom at the center of the house. Jake recognized him from the party but couldn't remember his name. He was tall and fit with a light brown buzz cut and the abs of someone who spends more time at the gym than in class.

All of the frat bros were sort of the same - all fit and good looking. Only their hair color seemed to differentiate them. Except for Brett. He was different and not just because of his tattoo or that he had the exoticness of being foreign. Jake recognized a kindred spirit in him. Someone who just does what they want and doesn't spend much time worrying about other's approval. But Brett was also more chill as if every day would be better at the beach and it was all going to work out fine in the end if you let it.

"What the fuck is what, Mate?" Brett said to him. He and Jake had already been showering for a few minutes so were naked and wet under the warm jets. The shower room was a square room with one open side. Each side wall had three shower heads across from each other. Jake and Brett had politely taken the two heads opposite each other at the far end.

"You took a machete to the jungle from down under!" The guy said laughing and staring at Brett's crotch. "Damn Dude! Are you the barber? Is that a fucking lightning bolt!" He said as his eyes darted over to Jake's groin instead.

This is Jake. Jake, meet Rick. Rick - Jake." Brett introduced them. They just nodded to each other since Rick had been casually tugging on his flaccid penis in an attempt to counteract the natural shrinkage that had occurred as his junk hit the cold air after he took off his towel, and Jake was soaping up his ass crack at the time. A handshake would have been awkward. "He's visiting for the weekend. He brought a...what did you call it?" Brett asked.

"The Lawnmower." Jake said. "It's a-"

"Yeah, my roommate's got one. That's what keeps us looking sharp for the ladies." Rick said and looked down at his own trimmed pubes as he thrust his hips forward. "Can't believe you finally cut down the forest, Brettster."

"It sounds like this...new and improved version is gonna be the talk of the sorority house as soon as you can get one of 'em to...what'd you call it? Give you a-"

"Give him a gobber!" Rick said very proud of himself. He noted the surprised look on Jake's face. "We're all learning a little Aussie lingo around here from-"

"The Brettster." Jake interrupted in a way that concealed his condescension.

"Well done, Mate." He added in an Aussie accent which made Brett bust out laughing. Rick wasn't sure what to think so just proceeded to squeeze out some shower gel and start soaping up his amazing chest and abs. He caught Jake staring at his body and smiled. Jake turned around into the water jets. He turned his head back and caught Rick checking out his ass. He knew he had an ass worth checking out - even if you weren't into man ass - and at this point he was growing skeptical that Rick wasn't interested. They made brief eye contact, and it was Rick's turn to blush. He also turned into the jets as he stood under the first shower head on Jake's side.

"Will you look at fucking THAT!" They all turned as a fourth naked body entered the shower. He was shorter and hairier but still handsome and fit with curly brown hair and two gold chains around his neck, one with a Star of David and one with a cross. 'What the fuck?' Jake thought. The guy was also sporting a semi as his dick bobbed straight out and was about 6 inches. Jake wondered if that was as big as it gets or if this partial boner had more room to grow. "We're gonna have to find a new nickname for Jungle Boy." He added. "Can I borrow that soap?" He asked Rick.

"You come to the shower with no fucking soap, Dude? You still stoned from last night or what?" Rick said.

"I am a wee bit high still, Mate." He said mimicking Brett's accent. "A bit pissed still too." His Aussie accent was more cockney though. It needed work. "I came in here to have a good wank in the shower with my morning wood. I figured I'd be all alone in here since it's only fuckin' 10:00 AM and here it is a fuckin' party in here. Now look at me! Sportin' a bit of bone in front of my bros." He laughed. "Who's Mr. Lightning Bolt over here? I'm Wes." He said holding out his hand to Jake.

Jake turned around, exposing the fact that his own dick had expanded a bit and was flopping around. Rick wondered if it was just the hot water and not the sight of Wes's partial or the feeling of his soapy hand washing his ass. He smirked. "That's Jake. He's visiting Brett for the weekend. And he just washed his ass with that hand." His smirk turned into a laugh.

Wes seemed unfazed. "Is that the new frat handshake? My bad." He reached his hand back to his own dark furry crack and then offered his hand to Rick who immediately stopped laughing.

Everyone else started laughing instead. Then Wes kissed his index and middle fingers and made a peace sign at Rick. "Don't let us stop you, Mate." Brett said nodding down to Wes's dick that was still at half-mast. We know it's your favorite place."

"Well that's only because Max never leaves our fuckin' room. You don't think I'd rather spank my monkey watching some Pornhub on my phone like the rest of you fuckers?"

"You're developing a much more vivid imagination doing it in here, Bro." Rick said.

"Well, last night's hottie fest downstairs is still playing in my head." Wes said. "But even I try to have some sense of decorum when there's guests in the shower, Bro." Wes was speaking to Rick but it was clearly for Jake's benefit.

"Don't hold back on my account, Dude. We used to circle jerk in the high school locker room after every game. Nothing I haven't seen before." Jake said. "Looks like you're ready to go there."

Wes glanced down at his junk as if he couldn't assess the status of his own wood just by the feel of it. "I'm at half-staff. It could go either way at this point."

"Then it should go the fun way." Jake said. "Sounds like you can't go back to your room."

"I'll hit up a toilet stall. Unless you're all gonna join me. I don't want to drink alone." Wes said. It was unclear to Jake if this was just how their shower circle jerks typically started, or if Wes was genuinely self-conscious, or if he thought Brett or Rick would think it was weird. He knew Brett wouldn't, but also assumed that wasn't common knowledge.

Jake felt the rush of being in control of this situation. His cock began to expand again so that it was beginning to stand out away from his body. He decided to grab the shower gel and start lathering up his crotch, so he had a better excuse for why he was getting hard. Rick, who had been washing his chest and abs had moved to his pits, holding his arms up and behind his head as he did so. He was one of those jock boys with such sparse pit hair that it seemed like you could actually count them all. Rick moved his hand down to his dick and then soaped up his loose sack. He started openly sliding his hand up and down his slender dick. It was slowly rising as well.

"See, Wes. We're just washing our junk. No harm in that, right?" Jake said.

Brett's eyes got big, and he stared at Jake. He couldn't believe this was happening. Not that it hadn't happened before, but it would never have happened like this. Brett had jerked off in the shower with Wes before. Literally everyone in the house had either joined in or at least witnessed it. His nickname in the house was Norman, which was a reference to Norman Bates from the movie Psycho, which was a reference to bates as in masturbates. It was a way that they could give him shit in front of the sorority girls without them knowing. What happened in the house stayed in the house.

Brett had never jerked off in the shower with Rick though, but it seemed like Rick and Wes may have at some point.

"Well, my cock is really fuckin' dirty. Whose conditioner can I borrow?" Wes said. They all laughed. They all knew that jerking off with shampoo was a recipe for a burning piss slit. O "You gonna join us, Brettster?" Jake asked offering him the bottle of conditioner. "He's probably not that horny. He rubbed one out when he woke up. He thought I was asleep. I couldn't see him but, c'mon - we all know the sounds of getting your nut." Jake started breathing heavy and slapping his palm against his stomach to mimic the sounds of lubed up stroking. Brett looked shocked and amused at the same time.

"You gonna go again, buddy?" Jake said now just fully stroking his banana cock. Rick and Wes were openly stroking now too. Rick's cock has risen to a slender 6". Nothing to be embarrassed about but he was lucky the rest of his physique was more impressive. Wes's dick did indeed continue to grow as it rose toward the ceiling. He appeared to top out at least a half inch passed Rick and his erection was thick and hairy like the rest of his body. He looked even more like Matt now but had a trimmed bush instead. Jake was in heaven. 'I need to go to college' he thought. Real College. He had tried to start a circle jerk at the gym at the community college but had only been met with redneck looks of disgust and the shaking of heads. He wanted to be a frat bro where they trusted each other and knew what a great bonding experience it was and didn't have so many hang ups. Frat bros seemed to understand.

Jake was watching his two new buddies stroke. Wes kept reminding him of Matt - shorter, nice muscular arms, and the dark curly hair. He wanted Wes to turn around so he could see how hairy his ass is. Then he turned his attention to Rick.

"Dude, you got some fucking tight abs, Bro." Jake said to Rick. "How much time do you spend in the gym. I used to have better abs in high school. I just don't have time now. Can I check 'em out?" Rick looked surprised but also prideful. He nodded. Jake stepped over to him and rubbed his palm across the firm ripples of his stomach. He let his fingers drift down to his trimmed bush until his pinky finger brushed against the base of his stiff cock. Rick flinched but didn't step away. Jake looked Rick in the eye and then causally let the back of his fingers graze the top of Jack's stiff shaft.

"Oh, fuck!" Rick said and started squirting his load out in front of him.

"Nice launch, Ricky!" Jake said as if it were completely normal to just spontaneously start cumming when a stranger - a male stranger with a beautiful, curved erection is standing next to you, accidentally touching your bone. Rick looked sheepishly at Jake who just smiled back and stroked a little faster. "I'm getting close too." He added. He wasn't but it put his new buddy at ease.

"Ah - the wankers club has a new member, I see" Jake and Brett looked up and Rick and Wes turned around to see Lance in his boxer briefs.

"Feel free to join in." Jake said.

"No need this morning, boys." Lance said. "Jen's waiting for round two this morning." He smiled and grabbed his junk through his briefs. "Just had to take a piss." He walked over to the urinals and spread his legs as he threw his head back in relief. He shook his dick off dramatically and let the elastic snap loudly back at his waist. "You boys enjoy yourselves."

"I gotta go." Rick said and turned off his shower head and grabbed his towel and quickly exited the bathroom without even drying off.

"And then there were three." Wes said. He was still casually stroking but then released his dick to wash his hair instead as if jerking off was just another task to be completed in the shower - one that could wait. 'Save the best for last', Jake thought as he watched. Brett seemed confused. He had a boner, although not his most powerful after their morning encounter. It wasn't like he'd never jerked off in the shower with Wes. It had happened at least a half-dozen times over the year the last semester they'd spent in the frat house. Those encounters hadn't really been sexual though - at least not in the same way. While he'd found them arousing - and had rubbed one out in bed on many mornings reliving them, they were more a brotherly bonding experience with a hint of homoeroticism. Quite a lot of homoeroticism in retrospect, but no one touched each other. There was no mutual stroking. There wasn't even any direct watching. Eye contact had mostly resembled that of taking a piss next to each other at the bar - furtive glances at most, although by the end of a session, he'd taken enough glances to have a clear memory of his frat bro's privates.

This situation was throwing him off kilter. He'd just had Jake's stiff cock in his mouth. They'd made out. He wanted to do it again. He wanted to drop to his knees and take the beautiful banana in his mouth again - maybe even taste Jake's cum. In the past, he'd secretly hoped Wes would show up in the shower at the same time, but now he wanted Wes to leave.

Brett got his way. After Wes washed his hair, he resumed work on his cock. It stuck straight out. He'd trimmed his pubes which was an odd look on someone so hairy. His crotch was essentially covered with the same length hair as the rest of his body as though he were wearing a fur suit that his dick was left hanging out from some furry fly.

Wes closed his eyes as if picturing some hot girl from the party the night before. His left hand slowly slid down to fondle his balls. Jake was staring right at his junk without any shame. Brett was staring at Jake instead. Then Wes turned around toward the shower head and leaned into the stream, supporting himself with his left arm against the white tile. Jake smiled as Wes's furry ass started to clench and he knew Wes was pumping his load against the tile. Brett's shower head was on the same side so all he had to do was casually glance over for a clear shot of the actual shots. Jake glanced over at Brett and his boner twitch as it finally expanded to its full potential. He wanted to grab it and play with his balls. Instead, he admired his manscaping skills and stroked his own stiff cock before returning to the view of Wes's beefy butt. He noticed a small tattoo of the Tasmanian Devil cartoon peeking out from beneath the dark fur on his right ass cheek. He suddenly wanted a tattoo on his own ass - one that would be much more visible on his smooth, tan skin.

"Feel better, Mate?" Brett asked Wes, beating Jake to the question.

"That'll do for a while." Wes said, smiling. You could almost actually see the relief on his face. A string of jizz still hung from his deflating cock. He shook it to the floor and stepped out and around the corner to the bench where the boys always dried off. "Later, bros." He added a minute later as He wrapped his pelvis in the towel and headed out.

"So...you weren't kidding about the shower here." Jake said, still casually stroking. "That was fun!" He added with enthusiasm that betrayed his high school locker room nostalgia.

"I thought he'd never get the fuck out of here." Brett said as he walked the two steps across the shower to Jake's and planted his mouth on his new friend's lips. Jake just smiled as he opened his mouth to Brett's and let their tongues intertwine. He wrapped his arms around Brett's back and pictured his hands covering the beautiful surfer tattoo until he reached the sandy beach at Brett's ass. Jake played with the wet hairs at the top of Brett's crack and then slid his middle finger down between his cheeks, searching for his little star. Brett moaned into Jake's mouth when he found it.

"Is this safe?" Jake asked, wondering why he was the one nervous that they'd be caught.

"No." Brett said. "Not really. It's usually dead in here until lunch time but obviously that's not always true."

"Should we go back to the room then?" Jake said.

"We'll be able to hear the door now that there's just the two of us." Brett said, apparently indicating that he liked the riskiness. For once Jake wasn't the one getting off most on the threat of being caught. He was enjoying being a temporary brother and didn't really want to get caught making out with a dude here. 'Why was he doing this again?' He thought. It wasn't just anyone. There was something about Brett. He was so cool - so comfortable in his own skin - so willing to just go with the flow and try something new. Jake was rationalizing why he didn't want to be the one to pull the plug on that. He didn't want to be the wet blanket. Plus, Brett was hot as fuck. There was no denying that. If he was going to slide back into his old ways for anyone, Brett was worthy.

Jake spun Brett around and pushed him toward the wall. Brett caught himself with his hands above his head against the tile. Water pounded his face. He embraced the sensation and Jake got behind him and stuck his boner between Brett's ass cheeks. He admired the tattoo again and then jokingly bent down to kiss the face of the surfer on the wave.

"Did you just kiss me?" Brett asked.

"Don't worry, I don't kiss and tell." Jake said, ironically, not even aware of how untrue that was. "Nice bush." He added as he reached around and played with Brett's newly shorn pubes.

"Can't wait to show it off." Brett said. "You'll have to text me the reviews after some hottie bounces her shaved pussy on it."

"Will do, Mate." Brett said. That thought made him hornier and he instinctively pushed his ass back against Jake's junk.

Jake alternated between sliding his boner up and down Brett's crack and slipping it under his balls so he could thrust against his muscular ass cheeks like he was fucking. Then he'd drag his swollen cock head up along Brett's crack again, teasing his pucker. Brett kept moaning and grinding back and forth while stroking his own cock. Brett turned his face to the side in an effort to entice Jake's mouth back onto his. Jake got the hint and leaned against his back and made out from the side. Then he kissed Brett's ear and neck making Brett shiver. "Fuck Yeah, Mate!" Brett whispered. Then they heard the door.

They immediately separated back to their own shower heads and turned toward the back wall, which was an awkward position, especially for both of them simultaneously. Jake quickly spread his legs and bent over at the waist to wash his calves and shins so that his asshole was exposed to anyone who entered and glanced over at the shower. He assumed that would be enough to ward off lingering glances as the guy walked to the urinals or stalls. "Hey boys!" Jake heard a random guy say and then heard a quiet, "oof" as if he'd just seen Jake's soapy asshole and looked away.

"Morning, Mate!" Brett said back.

"Hey bros!" Another random voice said as the door swung open again.

"Fuck." Brett whispered. Both of their cocks had deflated at the thought of being discovered.

"I'm callin' it." Jake said and shut off his water and walked over to grab his towel and dry off at the bench. He looked back at Brett and laughed at the look of disappointment on his face like he was a kid being told it was time to come in for dinner. Then Jake did the helicopter with his plump pecker to entice Brett's smile to return. He nodded his head toward his room indicating that play time didn't have to end. Brett's smile got even wider.

--

Jake remembered feeling the frustration of being interrupted and having to abandon a boner without getting relief. He remembered that they went back to Brett's room and started making out. Their boners returned and they were just getting back into it when a parade of frat brothers knocked on Brett's door and came in wanting to rehash the previous night's party highlights.

It was similar to the frustration Jake felt this morning when he'd just entered Dylan's slippery hole. The slender twink had just let gravity drop him all the way down so his slim little ass cheeks had just begun to bounce up and down on his thighs when Leo came home with the pizza. Jake had really wanted to fuck again. He laid there, naked in his bed, thinking again about fingering Brett's hole and believing it was about to be his turn. He really wanted his turn. He was horny as fuck now and beating his meat, fast and furiously. His hand was slapping against his thigh so loudly that he thought he might be heard from the living room. That made him even hornier, even though the living room was empty at that moment. He wanted to fuck. He pounded the length of his curved cock. His other hand was holding his balls and pressing hard against his rigid taint. It was coming. He felt it rise from between his legs into his gut. Then the waves of pleasure began to warm his abdomen and chest all the way up to his neck and arms as he finally thrust his hips up and launched his load. "UUUUUGGGMMMPPHHH!!!" "UUUGGHH!!" "OOOOOHHHH!!!! "Fuuuuucck!"

Cum was everywhere. It was the kind of load that usually takes a couple of days to amass. Jake couldn't remember the last time he'd let a couple of days go by without nutting. He had cum on his cheek and neck and chest and left bicep. He raised his head off his pillow to look down at his plump prick, resting on his trimmed, golden bush, to survey the blast damage. He slid his elbow into another spray from his nozzle.

His hand was coated in white semen. He slurped it off, sucking his entire thumb into his mouth and exhaled deeply. He scratched his sweaty nuts and rolled over, depositing the cum from his pelvis onto his bottom sheet. It had been a long, last twenty-four hours. He was asleep in the wet spot in less than a minute.

--

Part 3: I See Paris, I See France

9:15 PM

"Who is that talking to Brett?" Jake asked. He was standing in the kitchen of the sorority house next to Aaron, looking out the window at a group of people standing around the keg.

"Uh...Maggie, Allison, and Kenzie." Aaron said. "And you know Billy and Lance." They were two of Brett's fraternity brothers that Jake had met that first weekend he was on campus last year when he stayed with Brett in the frat house. "Why? Are you jealous?"

Jake turned his head quickly to glare at Aaron. "You gotta shut that shit down." He said, somewhere between irritated and angry.

"Whatever."

"Don't fucking 'whatever' me, A" Jake said, raising his voice a little. "I don't care who Brett's talking to...or who he fucks."

"Dude, you're the one who just asked me who he was talking to." Aaron said, now looking annoyed, himself.

"Yeah...because she's hot!" Jake said.

Aaron looked surprised. "Which one?"

"The one on the left." Jake replied.

"That's Allison." Aaron said. "She is pretty. She's fun too."

"You know her?"

"Of course. I know almost all of 'em."

"Can you introduce me." Jake asked.

"When did we enter an episode of Bridgerton?" Aaron said, laughing. "Just go out there and join the keg. Here..." Aaron paused to grab Jake's beer and chug it down until it was empty. "You need a beer." He added. Jake smiled.

"Is that the Maggie Leo smashed with?" Jake asked.

"No, that was Maggie Forrester. This is Maggie Jenson. There's like six Maggies. You almost need a spreadsheet." Aaron responded . Jake shrugged and took the empty glass from Jake's hand and walked out into the backyard.

--

"Jakey!!" Brett yelled as Jake descended the back steps and walked to over to join the circle. He gave Jake a big bro hug, banging his closed fist against Jake's back as he held his red solo cup with the other.

"Hey, Mate!" Jake said in an Aussie accent, returning the gesture. "Guys." He added, nodding to Billy and Lance. He was careful not to call them, 'bros' as that was reserved for the actual fraternity brothers here and he wanted to show that he understood the rules and was respectful. These were the guys that he needed on his side when he pledged. "Good to see you! How's it hangin'?"

"Longer than these motherfuckers." Brett said, cockily as he nodded to his frat brothers. Billy just scoffed and gave Brett the finger, smiling at him.

Lance immediately responded. "Fuck you, Bro. You wanna whip 'em out?"

"Please don't." Kenzie said.

"Beer me!" Jake said, in an effort to change the subject.

"Keg stand, Mate?" Brett said.

"Just got here." Jake said. "Lemme fuel up first." Jake wanted to seem fun but didn't want to seem too eager. It seemed too early for that kind of party move. Brett filled a new cup for him and Jake promptly chugged it all down and handed it back to Brett with a blank expression as if that was completely normal.

"Nice, Mate!!" He said to Jake and then added to his buddies, "This guy is gonna be the king of pledges."

"Maybe I'll be your big brother." Lance said and chugged the rest of his beer and held it out for a refill as well. Brett immediately moved the tap over to fill Lance's glass. Jake furrowed his brow, confused as his glass wasn't full.

"Actives always get refills before pledges." Brett said. Most guys would have been annoyed, but Jake couldn't help smiling at being already considered a pledge as if the process was just a formality.

"Have you looked at the other Frats too?" Allison asked.

"Nope. These are my guys." Jake said and held out his cup to toast them. They didn't hesitate to clink their plastic cups together. Jake's charms were already working on them. They liked his mischievous attitude and self confidence.

"Good choice." Allison said. Then she leaned in and whispered in Jake's ear. "These guys are the coolest guys on campus." Jake felt her warm, minty breath on his neck. She'd put her hand on his back and was standing with her pelvis right against his hip.

Jake turned his head without moving away from her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder so he could lean down to her ear. He nuzzled his nose under her long reddish, blonde hair. "Why are you whispering?"

Allison smiled and turned back to Jake's ear. Her nose nuzzled his neck again. "Because we don't want these guys to get too cocky. Then they'd just be like all the other douchebag frat boys on campus."

They traded ears again. "They seem pretty cocky already." Jake whispered again, letting his lips linger against her earlobe.

Allison turned back once more and nuzzled her nose behind his ear. Jake couldn't hear anything. He thought she was trying too hard to be quiet. The rest of the group was talking and laughing and there was loud hip hop playing through a speaker on the porch.

"I didn't hear you." Jake said out loud, not turning his head back. Allison lips were still against his ear. It was giving him goosebumps and he didn't want her to move.

"I didn't say anything." Allison whispered back into his ear. Her fingers were now hooked into the belt loop at the center of the back of his faded jeans that hung down just at the top of his round ass. Her thumb was gently rubbing the tiny hairs just above the waistband of his underwear as if she wasn't even aware she was doing it.

"What are you doing then?" Jake asked, smiling as he faced forward to the group.

"Nothing." Allison said. "You just smell good." She nuzzled her nose harder against his neck and then kissed it and turned to face the group again. "What are you wearing?

"Boxers or Briefs?" Jake said, smiling. "Briefs." He quickly added before Allison could answer. She laughed. "They make my junk look good."

"Your cologne. But thanks for the visual." She said.

"I don't remember what it's called. It's my roommate's. I put some on before I came over...so some hot girl would think I smelled good." He gave her his most charming, devilish grin. "Look. It worked." She let out another laugh and smiled at him and stood on her tip toes to give him another kiss. It was on his cheek, but intentionally very close to his mouth. He noticed Lance and Billy noticing. Lance nodded his head as if to say, 'nice work, Bro.' Jake smiled big. His smile was more for the approval that his flirtation had garnered from his potential frat brothers, but Allison assumed it was for her.

"So who's your roommate?" Allison asked.

"Eric Giordano." Jake said.

"Really? Lana's Eric? The wrestler?" Allison said.

"Yeah. You know him?" Jake asked.

"Of course, Babe." He's over here all the time. They spend a lot of time in her room. A LOT. I feel sorry for her roommate."

"I know. They're like bunnies at our place too. They have to make up for all that time apart this summer." Jake said.

"Was our Eric a good boy while she was away?" Allison asked.

"A good boy? OHH...did he fuck around?" Jake said, figuring out she was checking up on the situation - protecting her sorority sister. "Fuck no. That boy's in love...like, IN Loooooove. He would never go outside. Never. He's one loyal motherfucker. Why would he?"

"No shit, why would he!!" Allison said.

"What about her?" Jake asked, now protecting his best friend. "Lana gets hit on like, all the time. Was she a good girl?"

"Babe, I'm gonna pretend you didn't just asked me that."

"Hey, girls cheat too." Jake said. "Just as much." Jake paused. "And we all know Eric's punching above his weight class."

Allison turned to look at him, sort of shocked, but smiling. "Are you kidding me?"

"What?"

"Eric's a fucking stud, are you kidding me? Have you seen his arms? Jesus, god. Those arms. And that ass." Allison said.

"Hey!" Jake said. "We're in mixed company here." He laughed and then jokingly turned his head around as if looking at his own ass.

Allison laughed. "You've got a very nice one too." She released her fingers from His belt loop and patted his ass before moving her hand up to the center of his back. "Are you a wrestler too?"

"I was...in high school." Jake said.

"I knew it." Allison said. "All of you wrestlers have nice asses." She chugged the bottom third of her beer and then leaned across Jake and patted Brett's chest with her palm, leaving it there until he ended his conversation and looked at her. "Can you beer me too please, Babe?"

'Babe'? Jake thought. He thought she was just calling him, 'Babe', but that would seem way too forward. They just met. Brett poured her a beer and smiled at her but went back to his conversation.

"I'm going back in." Allison said.

"Want me to come with you?" Jake asked.

"Thanks, but I have some house duties to take care of. I hope I find you later though." She smiled at Jake and squeezed his arm and gave him another kiss on the cheek.

"You missed." Jake said, smiling at her. She smiled back and impulsively stepped toward him and kissed him on his lips. It was a quick peck, but they made eye contact, smiling before she turned and walked back up into the house.

"Nice work, again!" Lance said watching Jake watch her walk away. "Nice view, huh?"

"Jesus. Men are pigs." Kenzie said, shaking her head, but she was smiling. She also finished her beer and handed Brett her glass for a refill.

"Seriously though, Jakey - five minutes at the keg and he's already got sorority girls kissing him goodbye!" Lance said and then turned to Billy. This is what we need our pledge class to look like."

"You're the pledge master this year." Billy said. "With you as their role model...what could go wrong?!" Everyone laughed, including Lance.

--

10:30 PM

"See, Bro." Aaron said as Jake walked up to him in the kitchen to swipe a tortilla chip through the guacamole on the counter.

"See what?" Jake responded while chewing.

"You didn't need an introduction." Aaron said, smiling. "I saw how you went out there and turned on the Sampson charm and had Ally locking lips with you in a matter of minutes."

"You were watching all that?" Jake said, scooping up another chip full and shoving it in his mouth. "This shit is good. I'm starving."

"Yeah, you should eat something." Aaron said. "You've been hitting it pretty hard out there."

"What are you, the keg police?" Jake said.

"Just trying to help you out, Bro." Aaron replied. "You don't want to pull an Eric and end up down for the count, just when you've laid all this ground work to get laid."

"Good point." Jake said and looked down at his fourth beer in his left hand.

"Here." Aaron said. He grabbed Jake's beer and took a big chug from it before pouring the rest out into the sink.

"Dude!!" Jake yelled. Then he watched Aaron fill it with ice and water.

"Now you have a vodka tonic." Aaron said. "Sip on that for a minute to hydrate and then you'll have an excuse to go back out to the keg. Drink for distance, Bro."

Jake looked at the glass. He tossed a lime wedge in to complete the illusion. Aaron smiled and nodded. "Thanks, A." He leaned in and gave Aaron a bro hug. "You're a wise man."

"I'm older."

"You're a wise old man." Jake said and they both smiled and toasted.

"What are you toasting to?" Eric said as he and Lana walked up to create a little circle in the center of the kitchen.

"We're toasting to Jake not pulling an Eric tonight." Aaron said, smiling. Eric looked confused. "Not passing out on the counter before he gets laid." He added. Eric blushed. Lana busted out laughing.

"Poor baby." Lana said, patting Eric on the back. "It's gonna be a while before you live that one down."

Eric shrugged. "I'm guessing the torch will be passed on to someone else here tonight." He raised his red solo cup to the center of the circle. "To: it not being Jake!" They all laughed and clinked their plastic cups together.

"Who's the lucky sister tonight?" Lana asked, genuinely curious who Jake had been interested in.

"Ally." Aaron said.

"Oh, nice, Bro! Ally's fun!" Eric said.

"They've already been locking lips out there by the keg for the past hour." Aaron said. "It only took Jake about ten minutes to get the first kiss." It was Jake's turn to blush which made Eric smile as Jake blushing is rare. He and Lana made eye contact and smiled at each other. "They've gotten a little sloppy out there since then. She came in but went back out for more. I think I saw tongue."

"Aaron's the keg police. He's been holed up in the kitchen here on a stake out." Jake said. "He'll be filing a full report in the morning."

"Hope it's a steamy read." Lana said, waving her hand in front of her face as if to fan herself from the heat.

"Don't fucking jinx it, you guys!" Jake said, sounding genuinely concerned which all three of his friends found cute.

"I told him to pace himself on the brews." Aaron said.

"So he doesn't, 'pull and Eric'." Lana said, smirking and glancing at her boyfriend.

"Seriously, shut that shit down." Eric said. "That can NOT become a thing."

"She's been calling me, 'Babe' all night. I was like, 'I got the riz here! She's already under my spell'...then I realized she calls every guy, 'babe' when she asked Brett for a beer."

"Yeah, she calls everyone, 'babe' - even me." Lana said. "She thinks Brett's cute though so you have some competition out there."

Jake thought to himself, 'Brett IS cute - very cute - she's not wrong.'

"Do you need us to take him out for you?" Lana added, very seriously under her breath, like she was a spy or a gangster. Everyone laughed, but Jake.

--

Midnight:

"They're having a good time out there tonight." Aaron said to Eric as they both leaned against the dinning room wall watching Jake and Allison slow-dancing in the middle of a crowd of partiers who were dancing wildly around them to some X, oblivious to their surroundings. The living room furniture had been removed so it could function as a dance floor.

"No shit." Eric said, taking a sip of his beer. "You think he's gonna finally get some tonight?"

"Looks that way." Aaron replied with his eyes still locked on them. He was mostly watching Jake's round ass slowly shifting back and forth and picturing it naked from memory. "He could still fuck it up, though. You know how our boy rolls. He could have had every girl in our class in high school and..." He trailed off, lost in the memory of he and Jake hooking up after most of their high school parties when some girl would flirt with Jake all night and then Aaron would leave, annoyed, and Jake would end up doing the Irish goodbye a little while later and then text Aaron on his way home to see if he was, 'still awake and interested in hanging out'.

"Yeah, for someone who can't keep a secret to save his life, he was not one to talk about his hook ups much." Eric said. Aaron blushed, knowing that was because he was usually the hook up - but not always. Jake always kept them guessing.

"Ally is definitely one to talk, so you'll hear it from Lana before we'll hear about it at home. Jake's apparently not one to kiss and tell." Aaron said. Eric suddenly looked stricken and pale as that reminded him of the horny make-out session with Jake that ended in the very public and very sloppy orgasm. "Speaking of Jake being tight-lipped, what the fuck happened at Cell Block? I can't believe you just bolted." Aaron added as if reading Eric's mind.

"Jake didn't say anything?" Eric asked. He nervously chugged the remains of his beer.

"No. He acted like everything went according to plan in the party room. He said you guys put on a great show and drove the guys crazy and then he went back to dancing in the cage. I can't believe you didn't want more cash." Aaron said. "I guess you wanted 'something' more than cash." He added, suggestively, elbowing Eric in the ribs.

Eric was silent. He had been very anxious to exit that entire complex after what went down in the private party room. He needed to be with Lana. He needed to purge everything that had happened with Jake in that room. Eric's cock got hard revisiting last night in his mind though. He reached down to adjust his erection in his jeans as they spoke so it would be less noticeable. His mind drifted back to when he got back here to the sorority house last night. He'd been eager to convince Lana to leave the group that was hanging out downstairs so she could take him to her room.

He'd fucker her much more aggressively than usual. He came the first time and then ate her pussy for a solid thirty minutes, burying himself in her wet snatch as if her pussy juice was the antidote he needed to rid himself of what had happened. He couldn't shake the images as he fucked her again. When he kissed her, he felt Jake's plump lips in addition to hers. He filled her four times that night until he felt confident that the party room had been an aberration - that it had just been harmless, locker room antics like back when he was just hitting puberty. He couldn't deny it had been hot. The attention alone was intoxicating.

"I definitely did need something more after that experience." Eric said, limiting how much he'd divulge. Aaron noted his use of the word, 'need' instead of, 'want'. It was a subtle difference and maybe it meant nothing. Guys definitely 'need' to get off as much they 'want' it.

"How many times did you need it?" Aaron asked, smirking, knowing Eric would be amused at being asked to elaborate. He wasn't one to brag and no one in the apartment wanted to hear about him getting laid anymore now that it was just assumed and always with the same girl, but Eric was still proud of it.

"I needed it twice." Eric said, smiling as he caught Aaron's eye. Aaron nodded as if to say, 'good on you.' "Then I just wanted it two more times." Eric added and they both busted out laughing and bumping fists.

"Who's congratulating who here boys?" Lana said, walking up to them and sliding her arm around Eric's waist.

"Eric was just telling me how much cash he banked last night!" Aaron lied and was actually curious. Eric smiled.

"Six hundred and eighty dollars!" Lana said. "That's the first thing he said last night. We're all very proud of him here!" She laughed but was obviously genuinely impressed.

"Did he split it with you?" Aaron asked. "Because I think he made more money because he was dancing for you out there."

"Aww. You're sweet, Aaron." Lana said. "He shared something better with me when he got home." She added, slyly, winking at Aaron. Then she stood on her tip toes to kiss Eric dramatically. She squeezed his left ass cheek as she did, making Eric smile as their tongues tangled for a second. Aaron wanted to say, 'I heard he shared it four times' but just smiled instead.

--

12:30 AM:

Jake and Allison were dancing again in the middle of the living room. The crowd had thinned out a little. The tempo was faster than then their movements, which barely qualified as dancing at all. Their bodies were mashed closely together and their arms were around each other's waists. Jake's thumb was hooked in her back belt loop and the rest of his hand was gently caressing her ass cheek, as if he wasn't really aware that he was doing it - except he was.

Allison's head was resting on Jake's firm pecs that were clearly defined through the thin fabric of his Henley shirt. Jake slid his thumb down inside the top of her jeans until he hooked it under the top of her thong panties. Allison noticed but ignored it, enjoying the subtle escalation of his flirtation. She kissed his neck and then their mouths met again and they began to make out once more in the center of the room, oblivious to the partiers around them. Then Jake wrapped his left arm more tightly around her and he pulled up slightly on the top of her thong, making the cord, that ran down her crack and connected the small triangle of fabric that covered the front, pull up firmly between her pussy lips. It was both uncomfortable and erotic.

"MMMmmm." She moaned into Jake's mouth and their mouths separated. "What are you doing, Babe?"

"Wishing I was your thong."

--

1:30 AM

"Will you get me a refill, too?" Allison asked Billy who was already heading for the back door in the kitchen to get himself another beer from the keg. "It's getting chilly out there." She and Jake and Lance and Brett and Kenzie were standing around in the kitchen eating pizza rolls. Everyone had a buzz on and were still acting like it was only midnight. Jake wanted the party to wind down. Allison had been hanging out with him for most of the night. They'd been dancing and drinking and making out. Things were looking good for him. He didn't think she needed to stick around downstairs for another beer, but also thought it might make her less inhibited.

"Uh...sure, Ally." Billy said, letting her slide her red cup under his.

"Thanks, Babe." She said. Jake furrowed his brow. He wanted, 'Babe' to be reserved for just him. A sorority sister he hadn't met yet walked into the kitchen and joined their circle. She was obviously drunk.

"So...rumor has it, we can't call you George anymore." She slurred to Brett.

"George?" Jake said, confused.

"Your buddy, Brett here has gotten a bit of a reputation around here for...how should I put this delicately?" Kenzie said , interrupting as if she were a school teacher forced to repeat something that had been said on a playground between hooligans. "His nickname is, 'George of the Jungle' because he....lets just say things are a little...unruly downstairs, if you know what I'm saying."

Jake didn't immediately know what she was saying so Lance clarified. "Our Brother-from-Down-Under doesn't like to manscape." He said to Jake as if translating French. "I can confirm, he is no longer Jungle Boy." Lance added.

"How would YOU know that!?" Kenzie asked as if she'd just uncovered a scandal.

"Our house just has one big group shower." Lance replied nonchalantly as if her question was ridiculous. "Doesn't yours?"

"Good lord, NO!" Kenzie said. "That's...barbaric." Everyone laughed as if she was kidding. She wasn't.

"Been in group showers since seventh grade." Lance said. "What's the big deal?"

"So what will we call you now, Babe?" Allison asked, coyly.

"The Australian Stallion." Lance suggested, laughing and throwing his arm around Brett. "This is old news though. He hasn't been Jungle Boy since last semester."

"I'm a new man now, thanks to Jakey!" Brett said, reaching his red cup into the center of their circle to toast him.

"You?!" Kenzie said, again, as if there was something scandalous about it.

"I just loaned him my trimmer." Jake said. "It was the least I could do. The poor Mate didn't know our sophisticated American customs." He smiled mischievously.

"It was called the Lawnmower." Brett said. The girls giggled.

"That's what keeps ME trimmed up for you ladies too." Lance said. "We know how y'all roll nowadays. We heard you liked a well-groomed man, and we listened." He smirked, smugly. Lance had slept with a handful of girls in the house at some point since their arrival at college and had a reputation as cocky, but skilled - or maybe, cocky AND skilled since his cockiness erred on the side of confidence rather than arrogance.

"You should see Jakey here. He's got a bloody lightning bolt carved into his pubes." Brett said. Kenzie just stared at him as if he had to be kidding. "Group showers." He added casually, reading her mind. "Points right at his donger." He smiled at Kenzie as if intentionally taunting her with the lewd details.

"Really?" Allison said, smiling at Jake. "I'm intrigued."

"You wanna see proof?" Brett said, reaching down to his jeans and unbuttoning the top metal button of his fly. He thought she was still referring to him no longer being, 'George'. He was wearing bright red Calvin Klein underwear that were already visible above his waistband and now there was a bright red "V" in his open jeans, pointing to the bulge in the denim below.

"Whoa, dude!" Kenzie said, taking a step back.

"I was talking about the lightning bolt. You're a very eager beaver." Allison said to Brett. She was smiling and she put her hand on Brett's chest. Jake bristled. He just wanted to exit the kitchen with Allison and leave the group behind.

"We could show you." Brett teased. "If your beaver's eager." He added. Aaron choked on his beer, laughing at the cleverness that he didn't know Brett was capable of.

"You're disgusting." Kenzie said, rolling her eyes.

Allison remained expressionless. Aaron looked at her, unsure if she was amused or offended. Then her eyes narrowed. "OK." She said and took grabbed Brett's beer and took a sip as Billy still hadn't returned from the Keg.

"Ok, what?" Jake asked.

"Ok, show me." Allison said, her lips turning up into a smile. Brett unzipped his fly, making the red "V" wider. "Not here." She added, putting her palm on Brett's chest again to stop him. "Follow me, boys." She turned and walked out of the kitchen without turning to see if they were following.

"Zip up, Dude." Aaron said to Brett who was standing, stunned. "Go." Aaron added, nodding to the hallway that lead to the stairs. Jake turned and followed her. Brett looked down at this open fly and zipped himself back up but left the top bottom undone. He followed Jake down the hall. Lance stood up from his position leaning against the counter as if he intended to follow as well.

"You weren't invited." Kenzie said, holding her arm out in front of Lance to block his movement. Lance scowled but then smiled at her.

"Does that mean you want your own private showing?" Lance said, moving his face closer to hers.

Kenzie scoffed. "No, thank you." She walked away as if she'd just tested the ripeness of avocados in the produce aisle and found them all to be unacceptable.

Only Lance and Aaron remained in the center of the kitchen. Aaron grabbed another chip and swiped through the watery salsa before taking a bite. "I know YOU want a show." Lance said, smirking at Aaron. He said it in a playful way, without any condescension.

Aaron was caught off guard and was uncharacteristically speechless. Lance wasn't wrong. Aaron hadn't ever had the pleasure of seeing Lance naked in the locker room showers. He was fit and athletic and his reputation with the sorority girls that Aaron was friends with was that he was well-equipped below the belt. Aaron had banged out more than one load, imagining Lance naked. But Aaron's ability to befriend so many frat bros rested on the fact that his sexuality never threatened them in any way and he assumed that even the slightest acknowledgment of his attraction to Lance would tear down the sturdy wall on which their friendship was built.

"I think you'll have better luck trying to impress the sisters here." Aaron said. "But I appreciate the offer." He smirked at Lance, who smirked back, acknowledging that had been well-played. He puckered his lips at Aaron as if to say, 'say what you want, I know you think I'm hot - everyone thinks I'm hot'. Aaron chugged the rest of his beer and walked out the back door to the keg even though he didn't need another beer.

--

1:55 AM: Allison's Room

"Dude, what the fuck?" Jake mouthed to Brett.

"What?" Brett mouthed back and shrugged.

"Why are you cock-blocking me?" Jake leaned in to Brett's ear as they stood side by said in Allison small single room. She was locking the door and scrolling through her Spotify after turning on her cylindrical Bose speaker that sat on her dresser.

"Mate, you just said we should tag team a sorority girl." Brett whispered back. Jake couldn't argue with that. He had said those exact words. It somehow felt very different now that was happening - or at least seemed possible. It seemed unfair Jake; he had worked so hard all night long. He thought he and Allison had an actual connection and now Brett just wanted to swoop in at the last minute and get to join in? Then he began to picture it actually happening and his dick began to like idea.

"What are you too whispering about over there?" Allison said as some Kendrick began to play over the speaker. It was slow and sexy.

"We were just sayin' how hot you were...are." Jake said.

"Aww...aren't you boys sweet." She said, smiling at both of them. She was about four feet in front of them. Brett and Jake were standing, side by side, facing her. "So...are you show me your handy work?" She added, raising one eye brow.

"Definitely." Jake said, but it was Brett who moved to start opening his jeans again until Allison stopped him.

"Not so fast there, Georgie." Allison said. "I don't want your shirt tails getting in the way. You better take 'em off first." Jake and Brett looked at each other and smiled. They both tugged on their tee shirts, pulling them over their heads and tossing them into the corner of her room. Their jeans hung down on their hips, exposing the wide waistbands of their underwear. Allison read the words Calvin Klein across Brett's pelvis. His fuzzy blonde happy trail had also been trimmed to a more neat, narrow line that grew out of his waistband like a single sprout from garden soil. She could see the outline of what appeared to be his manhood, making one side of the folds in the denim bulge. Then she moved her eyes to Jake. She scanned down his beautiful torso. The light from the single lamp in her dresser caught the tiny stubble of the chest hairs he'd trimmed that were beginning to grow back. She likes her boys smooth, but she also found the fact of a hairy chest, sexy as hell. Jake had a happy trail too, but it looked more natural, like he hadn't bothered to manscape it. It disappeared below the gold Greek key pattern of the Versace briefs he'd borrowed from Aaron before the party.

--

Jake had walked naked through their apartment, still holding the towel in one hand to dry his hair as he entered Aaron's room without knocking.

"Dude!!" Aaron yelled. He was lying on his bed, buck naked, watching a Sean Cody video on his lap top. His giant cock was erect and just lying up on his belly, completely covering his navel.

"Jesus, A. Thought you and Brett, 'took a nap' this afternoon?" Jake said, using air quotes with his voice. "Is he not satisfying your needs, Buddy?" He added with fake pity.

"Yes, we took a 'nap' that was absolutely not, 'a nap'; and, no, he most definitely satisfied me." Aaron said, still scrolling through videos on the screen more like it was research for a class.

"I've known you since puberty, A." Jake said. "You've nutted at least twice today and definitely some last night. You're a horny motherfucker, but you're not that horny." He paused to squint at the screen to see what he was looking at. Aaron gave his rod a couple of gentle tugs, but was not openly masturbating. "What the fuck?"

"Brandon said they hired a new go go dancer that had done porn. He said he thought Dix said he'd been on both Sean Cody and Cocky Boys."

"Must be hot." Jake said and then blushed all the way down to his chest when he realized what he'd just said. Thank god it had only been in front of Aaron. He needed to be more careful.

"Exactly." Aaron said, not even acknowledging the fact that Jake had just both admitted to know what those sites were and described the models as, 'hot.' "I'm trying to find him. Dix said he went by, 'Lane' on Sean Cody. I'm looking him up."

"Dude, you're gonna rub one out to a guy that's working with your boyfriend now?" Jake said. "That's kinda fucked up."

"It is?" Aaron said, as if that idea hadn't occurred to him yet. Jake just smirked and nodded. "AH! Found him!" Aaron hit play and Jake climbed up on the bed and sat naked on his heels with the towel around his neck.

"Why is here?" Jake asked.

"At the Club?"

"No, here. In the city." Jake said. "Do t those guys all live in Miami or L.A.?"

"I think they're from all over." Aaron said. "Maybe he's in school here. Jesus, wouldn't that be weird to like, have a class with the guy?" Aaron clocked in the video and they both watched the causal banter of the two models as they were interviewed by the faceless camera man. "Why'd you come in here?"

"Oh, I wanted to borrow some undies. I need something nice for the party. Can I?" Jake asked.

"Sure. You know where they are." Aaron replied, not taking his eyes off the screen. "He's short."

"Who's short."

"Lane. Of whatever his real name is. The new dancer." Aaron said.

"Can I take these?" Jake asked, holding up a pair white Versace briefs with the traditional gold Greek key pattern around the waistband.

"Sure, whichever ones you want." Aaron said, again without looking. Jake stepped into them and adjusted his junk to make his bulge look its most impressive. He squinted to try to see the action on the small screen.

"Looks like you've got the bigger dick." Jake said. "You shoulda gone straight into porn."

"Sort of a short shelf-life on that career." Aaron said, as if it had actually been one of career choices while waiting in the high school guidance counselor's office. He was now actually stroking himself as he watched. Jake's dick began to expand. He couldn't believe he was going to leave a room where another guy was jerking off without joining in.

"Alright. You bust a good one. Thanks for these." Jake said, snapping the waistband.

"You're not gonna join me? It'll seem wrong that way." Aaron said, laughing. He usually avoided any situations that felt like they could devolve into mutual masturbation with Jake in the apartment - which were frequent, given how often Jake used the big screen in the living room to watch porn - but he knew that would really bother Brandon, who was jealous of their high school friends with benefits experienced now that they were a couple.

"Gotta save myself for the party...or the after-party." Jake said.

"Why is Brett gonna be there?" Aaron said, finally looking up from his laptop and smirking.

Jake just furrowed his brow and gave Aaron the middle finger as he walked out.

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Allison looked back up at their faces. "Pants too."

Brett and Jake didn't hesitate. They both undid their flies and let their well-worn jeans drop to the floor. They both stepped out of them and adjusted their packages before standing at attention again.

Allison scanned their bodies again, trying unsuccessfully to determine who's bulge better filled out their briefs. She returned to their faces again snd gave them a look that said, 'well...let's see it.'

"I feel like, if we're gonna show you something so...intimate...you should show us something too." Jake said, flashing his mischievous grin.

"Yeah...I don't feel comfortable with this power imbalance." Brett said, smiling.

Allison laughed. "You guys are funny. I like that." She paused. "What do you want to see?"

"Your tits." Both Brett and Jake said at the same time and then turned to each other and smirked. Allison laughed again.

"It's like you consulted beforehand." She said but then casually pulled her own tight tee shirt off so she as standing in her jeans and cobalt blue bra. Her breasts weren't big but they were perky and pretty. She stopped as though that was the view she was offering. Brett twirled his index finger in the gesture that says, 'keep it going'.

She smiled and unhooked her bra between her breasts and let it open and then fall off her shoulders to the floor.

"Oooh." Brett moaned involuntarily which made Allison smile. She knew she nice tits and always loved that reaction when guys first saw them.

"You know..." Jake started. "I'm so sorry. It turns out I misspoke." He paused waiting for her quizzical expression to appear. "After what happened earlier, I'm more interested in seeing the thong."

Brett busted out laughing which made Allison laugh as well.

"I guess that only seems fair, seeing you two in just your undies." She undid her jeans and shimmied out of them as well. Now it was Jake's turn to use his index finger, pointing it up at the ceiling and rotating it in a circle to direct her to turn around. She was not shy. She smiled and complied.

"Nice." Jake whispered as they saw the satin cord disappear down between her smooth, pear-shaped ass cheeks. She bent over, showing them a little of the tiny wedge of fabric that covered her most intimate place.

Brett's bulge had expanded. They looked at each other and then both looked down at each other's packages. They scanned each other's bodies and watched as their bulges grew more prominent. "Fuck." Brett said which made Allison stand up and turn to look at him. She immediately saw the tent in his briefs and smiled. She loved the power that her good body gave her with boys. Then she glanced over at Jake and saw that his dick had grown too and was now filling out the side panel of his briefs along his left hip. She smiled.

"Your turn." She said.

Brett went first. He pulled down the front of his briefs just far enough to show off his entire pubic area and a hint of his swollen shaft. He was holding both sides of this underwear down so that his boner pointed straight out under the fabric. His pubes had recently been trimmed. There was a very defined wedge of evenly spaced blonde hair the ended in a perfectly straight line. It still went from hip to hip, showing what a mass of bush he'd had before to warrant his nickname. Allison stepped closer for inspection and exhaled sharply when she saw the spot of precum that had formed at the end of his dick, aimed right at her.

"Very nice work." She said. "We're definitely going to need a new moniker for you. Maybe, 'The Plumber'." Brett furrowed his brow in confusion. "Because of your leaky pipe." She added, smiling up at him. He looked down at the quarter sized wet spot and blushed. "Your turn, lover boy. I'm dying to see this lightning bolt."

Jake just pulled his briefs down to his ankles and stepped out of them. He stood up straight allowing his boner to string back up and bounce around, making Brett look shy and prudish. His curved erection obscured the view so he grabbed it and held it off to the side so Allison could get the full view.

"Wow." She said - the words every guy wants to hear when they disrobe. "That's...awesome." She said as if to herself. Brett had now pulled his red trunks off as well. Allison backed up to see them side by side. She felt herself get wet too.

"You can see it better on your knees." Jake said, which fortunately made Allison smile. She'd been thinking about sucking his cock all night anyway. She stepped back up in front of him and dropped to her knees.

"Not gonna lie. That's pretty hot." Allison said.

"The lightning bolt's cool too, right?" Jake said, flashing his devilish grin and making both Allison and Brett laugh out loud. He released his grip on his cock, allowing it to swing back up right in front of Allison's face. It startled her but then she reached up and grabbed it, her small hand only able to connect around Jake's shaft because her fingernails were so long. He could see that her gaze had shifted from his manscaped bush to the head of his cock. "I've been told it tastes good." Jake added and then glanced sideways and smiled at Brett, whose eyes got wide when he realized Jake was referring to him. His cock got harder at the thought, though. He couldn't help but grip his own shaft and stroke it as he watched Allison lean forward to take Jake's cock in her mouth.

"Ohhhh, fuck yeah!" Jake said. "I've been waiting for you to do this all night."

"I know you have." Allison said, pulling up off his cock. She went back down on him. Jake watched her suck his cock for a minute and then moved his eyes to watch Brett slowly jacking off next to him. Allison looked up and caught him staring at Brett's boner. She pulled off again and held Jake's balls in her hand. "You like having a buddy watch you get a blow job, don't you?"

"I do." Jake said, unapologetically. "I like watching him get turned on, like he's watching porn, thinking he might be next, but not completely sure of that. He's in suspense. Horny suspense. It's hot. It's hotter because I don't want you to stop. But yet, I wanna watch you suck his cock like it's porn too."

"You want me to suck his cock too?" Allison asked, somewhat surprised.

"I do." Jake said. "I can see how horny he is - how...frustrated...he's anxious." Brett looked at him with an emotion Jake didn't see often. It was gratitude.

"Ok." Allison said and scooted over on the rug that covered the old hardwood floor. She grabbed Brett's balls and pushed his stroking hand away. Then she went down on his stiff cock too.

"Bloody fucking hell!!" Brett moaned as she took his cock to the base. She was good at blow jobs and had already warmed up her throat on Jake's cock. Jake stood and watched and started stroking himself. After he'd felt like it had been long enough, he cleared his throat to politely get her attention back. She didn't take the hint, so Jake moved behind Brett. He admired the elaborate tattoo for a second and then put his hands on Brett's waist. His brushed his thumbs down over Brett's smooth ass cheeks. He lined his stiff cock up between Brett's globes and gently pushed his rigid rod into his crack. Brett moaned and tilted his head back onto Jake's shoulder. The blonde stubble on their cheeks brushed together making both of their cocks leak precum. Allison moaned as she tasted the sweet juice as she sucked. Jake bent his knees and shoved his boner under Brett's ass and between his thighs. They both leaked more man juice as the velvety head of Jake's curved cock pushed against the back of Brett's nut sac. Brett turned his head so that his mouth was against Jake's cheeks. All Jake needed to do was turn as well but he thought Allison might look up at any second. He bent down further, pressing his lips against Brett's left shoulder blade so that his cock would clear Brett's nuts and poke out at Allison. He hit her in the chin which made her laugh when she figured out what was happening. She took Jake's head into her mouth and sucked hard as she swirled her tongue around it.

"That's it! Fuck, yeah! It's my turn again." Jake said. Allison went back and forth between their cocks, licking and slurping until Jake could no longer hold himself up in that awkward position. He backed up, groping Brett's ass on his way out. Then he walked around behind her and felt her soft ass cheeks. He compared them to Brett's. He thought the tiny blonde hairs under his firm globes were much hotter.

Allison moaned as she felt his hands caress her. She felt herself get wetter at his touch. She wanted him inside her. He looped his index finger around the silky cord that ran down through her ass crack and ran his fingers down along it until his hand disappeared under ass and he felt the soft, hairless folds of her cunt. He liked how wet she was. He knew it was for him. He loved that power.

He pulled the cord aside and pushed his stiff cock down between her cheeks until he felt the warm, wet opening. He grabbed her hips and thrust. "Ohhhhh, fuuuuuck!!" He moaned. She moaned louder and sucked Brett's cock harder making all three of them moan.

Jake looked into Brett's eyes and smiled. Brett smiled back and held his hand out for a fist bump. This is exactly what Jake pictured when he thought about fraternity life. He was thrusting in and out of Allison's wet twat, but he was fixated on Brett's body as it started to show the glow of perspiration. "Eiffel Tower, Mate!" Brett said and he held his arms up with his palms facing out. Jake smiled and let go of Alison's hips and clasped his hands into Brett's. Their fingers were locked together.

They pushed their arms toward the ceiling to make the tall "A" frame of the tower. They put their heads on each other's shoulders. Their stubbly cheeks were rubbing against each other. They could smell each other - a mixture of sweat and soap and deodorant and cologne. Jake's lips brushed Brett's cheek. The scratchy bristles made his cock surge. He thrust harder inside Allison, making her moan. She grabbed Brett's balls to stabilize herself, making him moan too. He turned toward Jake's mouth.

Then their lips met. They both grunted with pleasure. Their cocks were wet and deep inside both of her holes. Their hands were intertwined, and their tongues danced together. They both knew she couldn't see them as they made out over the top of her naked back. Jake spread his fingers to instigate their separation. He wrapped one hand around Brett's neck to hold their mouths together as his other hand glided down over his shoulder and bicep until it reached his nipple. Brett matched Jake's move by rubbing the short hairs on the back of Jake's neck and squeezing his shoulder. He moaned and thrust deeper into her throat. Allison gagged and began to pull off, coughing.

The boys recognized the risk in her turning to see them in their compromising position. Brett moved his right hand down to run his fingers through her long red hair and rest his palm on her head to gently push her mouth back down on his cock. She complied and went down on him again. Brett smiled and leaned in toward Jake's face. Jake smiled and responded by meeting Brett's mouth with his lips again, plunging his tongue deep inside. They continued to moan as more blood rushed to their groins. Making out over her naked body was so taboo, it gave them a rush of horny exhilaration as if an electric current were passing between them. They broke their kisses and stood straight up, smiling at each other. Brett grabbed Allison's head with both hands and began to fuck her face as Jake held onto her hips and thrust hard against her ass.

Brett leaned forward and ran his right hand down the center of her back until he reached her smooth ass crack. He smacked her left cheek and then slid his middle finger down until he found her little star. He tapped it and pushed hard against it, running his fingers back and forth, each time moving them closer to her cunt.

His fingers finally touched Jake's stiff rod, wet with her juices. He brought his slick finger back up to play with her hole. She moaned and began to shiver with what they both could only assume was her orgasm. She pulled up so that only his cockhead was in her mouth and grabbed his tight ball sac to stabilize her as she rode the waves of pleasure. Brett moaned too and slid his fingers back down her crack until his middle and ring fingers separated on either side of Jake's cock. Brett closed his eyes at the pleasure of feeling how hard Jake was, sliding in and out of her twat. He looked up at Jake's face again.

'I want to fuck YOU.' Jake mouthed to Brett and then gave him his most charming grin as he slowed his thrusts as he mouthed, 'I want your ass.' Then he smacked Allison's right cheek and began to hammer her rapidly. Jake closed his eyes and pictured hammering Brett's sweaty hole.

"Oh, Fuck yeah!!!!" Jake moaned as he felt long, forceful streams of jizz empty into her wet snatch. Brett reached down her crack again and felt Jake's cum spill out around the edges of his shaft.

"Oh, FUCK!!!" Brett groaned and stood up again, grabbing Allison's head just as his cock spit up his creamy white semen into her mouth. She immediately coughed and pulled off, spitting his spooge out onto the rug. 'Bloody twat', Brett thought to himself as he had to grab his shaft to finish off his orgasm himself - 'Jake would have swallowed it all.'

Allison backed her cunt up against the lightning bolt one last time before falling forward on her elbows and resting her forehead on her hands. "Jesus." She panted. "That was intense."

"No shit." Jake said. "You're so fucking hot!" She assumed he meant her, but he was staring into Brett's eyes and smiling as he milked the last strands of jizz from his deflating prick out onto her rug. He mashed it into the fabric with his foot as if trying to clean up evidence of a crime and then licked his thumb. Jake bent forward and reached around her body. He pulled her up by her waist and then grabbed her tits from behind as she leaned back against his body.

Brett stepped forward and hugged her, making her the meat in their blonde boy sandwich. His wet dick pressed against her soft belly and oozed out more cream onto her skin. He pressed harder against her and then wrapped his arms around her between her back and Jake's chest and slid his hand down to grab her ass, which also let his fingers brush against Jake's slick, plump dick. Jake chuckled. He knew Brett had done that on purpose.

"What's so funny?" Allison asked - not in an accusatory way - more like she wanted to be let in on what amused him.

"This was fun." Jake said. "It's just funny this all started over trimmed pubes." Allison and Brett both smiled.

"This started when you came out to the keg." She said and she turned to kiss Jake, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"What about me?" Brett asked in a fake-pouty voice.

"You're a very lucky boy." Allison said, without tuning her head as if he should just be happy he was along for this ride. She went back to kissing Jake who caught Brett's eyes and just shrugged. "I could hear you two doing that Eiffel Tower thing. You're both naughty.

"Seems like you like naughty." Jake said.

Then they heard someone banging loudly on Allison's door. They all froze, happy the interruption hadn't come five minutes earlier.

"Come outside! Quick!! Billy's got fireworks!"

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