Текст книги "Every Frat Boy Wants It"

Автор книги: Todd Gregory

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And suddenly, I knew that was how addiction started.

I needed to get out of that room.

Oh, man, what have I done?

I pulled on my shirt and kissed Marc on the cheek. "Thanks, man." And I escaped out the door.

I walked around the corner into the downstairs hallway just as Blair walked in the downstairs door. He was weaving a little bit. "Hey!" he grinned. "I was looking for you to see if you wanted to go with us to Denny's."

"Ah, I was wondering where you went," I said as he unlocked the door. I jumped onto the bed. "Shut the door and come over here."

"Do you mind if we don't do anything?" he asked as he undressed. "I'm really drunk, and don't feel so hot."

"No problem," I said, undressing myself. You're not the only one, I thought guiltily. I knew I was going to have to tell him, but it could keep until the morning, when he was sober.

When we were both naked, we got under the covers, and I held his warm body close to mine. Within a few moments, he was gently snoring.

It took me a while, but eventually, I too, fell asleep.

Chapter 8

= Jy heart was racing as I climbed the steps to Chris and Eric's apartment.

I felt nauseous and sick to my stomach, emotionally drained and what I really wanted to do was just go hide somewhere and cry.

How could Blair be so cruel?

"Wake up," he'd said, shaking me awake the morning before.

My head hurt, my teeth felt like they'd grown hair, and my stomach was acting like an alien creature. "Morning," I'd said, sitting up in the bed.

He was pacing about the room. "I can't fucking believe you.

"What?" I asked, finally sensing that he was completely furious-at me. I shook my head a little to clear it. My heart sank. He'd found out somehow." What's the matter?"

"You fucked Marc Kearney last night, didn't you?" he snapped.

"Blair, are you serious?" I stared at him. My head ached.

"How could you do that?" he demanded. "I mean, Jesus fucking Christ. I thought you were this sweet kid ... and you just run around this place like a fucking dog in heat. What is with you?"

"Wait just a minute." I climbed out of the bed, and pulled my pants on. "Can you calm down for just a second?" I pulled on my Mai Tai Wun On shirt, and sat back down on the bed. "Now, I'm confused here, Blair. Really. I mean, you went to Denny's without even telling me you were leaving-let alone where. And so I needed a place to hang out because you'd locked me out of your room. Admitted, I shouldn't have done anything with Marc-"

"No you shouldn't have!"

"-But even still, I don't understand why you're so mad about it. What's the big deal?"

He sat down in his desk chair. "If you can't see why this is a big deal, maybe you should just leave." He shook his head. "I don't know you at all."

"What? Blair, you aren't making sense," I replied, my mood sinking more with every passing second. "Please, Blair, let's talk about this."

"Get out of my room." He spun away from me and turned on his computer. "Get out of my sight, and get out of my life."

I put on my socks and shoes. My heart sinking, I walked over to the door. I opened it and stood there for a moment. "Blair-"

He didn't answer.

I closed the door behind me.

I managed to somehow get all the way home, have a slight conversation with my parents about the party, and went to my room. I shut the door behind me and lay down on my bed before finally giving way and letting the tears come.

I really couldn't even blame the cocaine or being drunk for it. I knew when Marc and I started messing around we shouldn't be doing it. It was wrong not only to fuck my pledge master, but it was wrong because I was in love with Blair. So what if Blair didn't love me back-I loved him, and that was all that mattered. And Blair obviously caredotherwise he wouldn't have gotten so upset. So why couldn't he just tell me sometime that he loved me? That he didn't want me being with anyone else? If Blair had ever said one word about anything like that I would have never in a million years let things with Marc get as far as they did. There was, in fact, a lot I didn't know about Blair. He didn't ever talk about his past or guys he'd been with-but I had told him all about Kevin. I'd told him about the guy in the park back in Emporia, and I'd told him about sucking Rory's dick. Blair never said anything about past loves or men, and that was odd. Maybe someone he loved hurt him. Maybe that was why he was so resistant to me saying I loved him, why he couldn't bring himself to say the words to me. We'd never talked, once, about what we meant to each other or what we were doing. We just kind of went from day to day, drifting ... and I'd fucked that all up.

But how in the hell did Blair find out about it in the first place?

No one was around when I left Marc's room, so no one could have seen me slip out of his room.

Marc must have told him.

Oh dear God in heaven.

There was no way I could show my face around the house again.

As I lay there in my bed, I reached for my cell phone and dialed Blair's. After a few rings, it switched over to voicemail. "Blair, this is Jeff. Will you please call me back? We need to talk ... about so many things." My voice broke. "I'm sorry about what happened last night, you may never know how sorry I really am ... will you please call me? We have to talk about this. I can't bear the thought of you hating me ... please." I closed my phone and tapped it to my head. I started crying again. It couldn't be over, it just couldn't.

I turned over onto my side with my phone in my hand.

If Blair doesn't call me back this weekend, on Monday morning I'm going by the house and returning my pledge pin, I decided, and fell asleep.

He didn't call. I sat there in my room waiting for my phone to ring all day Saturday. I cried myself to sleep on Saturday night. Several times I started dialing his number again but wouldn't allow myself to finish the call. No, calling him again wouldn't do any good. More messages wouldn't help, wouldn't convince him to call me. He'd call me if he damned well felt like it.

I slept late on Sunday and woke up feeling a little better. I took a shower and brushed my teeth. Mom and Dad were at church, so I had a bowl of Cheerios and some coffee. I tried to put Blair out of my head, but my mind kept drifting back to him. And at some point, the hurt started turning to anger.

Fuck him. He could have the decency to call me back. Yes, I was wrong for sleeping with Marc, but for all I know he could be fucking half the house. I'm not there 24/7-and if he cared about me at all he would have called by now. Fuck him, and fuck Beta Kappa. If he hasn't called me by the time I go to bed tonight I am dropping off my pledge pinto Marc tomorrow and I am done with the whole thing. Might as well get caught up on my studying. And maybe, just maybe, if he ever does bother to call, it mightjust be too late.

I was pretty behind on my studying. Between spending every available moment I had at the house, I hadn't cracked a book all semester. And as I went through my course outlines, I realized with horror that I had a test coming up over the next two weeks in every class-and a couple of papers to write.

I was working my way through my English Comp reading when my phone rang, making me jump. I grabbed it without looking at the caller ID, hoping it was Blair. "Hello?"

"Dude, what you up to?" It was Chris Moore.

"Nothing, studying. Man, I am so fucking behind."

"Yeah I know what you mean. I have an Econ test Wednesday and I haven't even opened the book. Probably stay up all night Tuesday and study. How you doing?"

"Okay, I guess. Why?"

"Yeah, well people were wondering where you were yesterday for the clean-up day."

"Oh, shit, I completely forgot." The brotherhood had declared a mandatory pledge clean up day for Saturday, to return the house to normal after the big luau party. I was so wrapped up in Blair being mad at me I'd completely forgotten. Ah, just as well, since I'm depledging tomorrow, who cares if the brothers are pissed at me or I look bad, I thought.

"Don't worry, we covered for you." Chris laughed. "Told Marc you had a major test on Monday and had to spend the weekend studying. Alma mater first, and all that bullshit, right?"

"Right." I wanted to ask if Blair had asked about me, had said anything, but kept my mouth shut. "Thanks, man."

"Well, Eric and I were wondering if you wanted to come over for a little bit," he said quietly, "you know, just to hang out and stuff? I mean, if you aren't doing anything else. But if you really have to study . . ." his voice trailed off.

I flashed back to just before the party, when he and I had sat on Blair's bed getting stoned. It was so hot watching you and Eric wrestle ... you should come over sometime and... I remembered him putting his hand on my dick. He and Eric were sexy. And Blair could just go to hell. I didn't owe him anything. But I did need to study. I opened my mouth to say "No thank you, some other time," but then I saw the clock. It was almost seven P.m. on Sunday night. I had called him when I got home around ten on Saturday morningand he still hadn't called me back.

You don't owe him a goddamned thing. Fuck him. He yells at you, throws you out of his room for breaking some rule you didn't even know existed, and then doesn't have the decency to call you back? Why not have some fun ?

"Sure, great," I said, closing my textbook, and slipping it into my backpack. "I'm on my way."

"Cool, see you in a few!" Chris hung up.

Chris and Eric's apartment was in the Valencia Apartments complex, which sounded a lot nicer than it actually was. On the street that ran along the back of the university campus and the stadium, across from the stadium were the two story buildings that made up the Valencia. I'm sure when they were first built; back after the second World War they were probably really decent and affordable apartments for the CSUP students who lived there. But year after year of college students, parties, and destruction had taken their toll on the Valencia, and now they were just kind of tired and sad. The stucco facades had cracks in them, and the paint on the walls inside looked like the original paint. The carpets had cigarette burns in them and years of spills soaked up. Chris and Eric often joked about naming the roaches in their kitchen and training them as pets. We always had our pledge meetings there because their apartment was so close to the house, and also because Chris was the president of our class.

As I drove the Flying Couch on the familiar way I always took to see Blair at the house, I felt a sob welling up in my throat. Surely it couldn't end this way between us? It wasn't right, especially over something as stupid as me sleeping with Marc Kearney-a stupid mistake that would never in a million years happen again. How could I have been so stupid?

I fought to get control of myself. I didn't want Chris and Eric to see me like this, and after all, what had I done that was so wrong?

This time, though, I couldn't convince myself.

By the time I knocked on Chris and Eric's door, I was worked up into an incredibly high emotional state again. When Eric opened the door, he did a double take. "Dude, are you okay? You look awful."

"Nice to see you, too." I pushed past him into their living room. All the furniture had been pushed up against the walls and there were two mattresses pushed together in the center of the floor. Chris was sitting at their dining table, rolling joints with an open bottle of beer to one side of the tray where he was sorting seeds and stems out from the marijuana chaff.

"Grab a beer," Chris instructed without looking up from the joint he was rolling. I grabbed one and removed the top before sitting down at the table. Chris looked up and grinned at me. "Glad you could make it, man." He picked up a joint and put one end into his mouth, lighting the other side. He passed me the joint and I took a hit.

Eric came up from behind me, and leaned down, running his hands up and down my torso. "Wrestling you on Big Brother Night was so hot-well, what I remember of it anyway," he said, taking the joint from me. "It's a good thing I was so drunk otherwise I'd have popped a big of boner. Damn, man, you have a fine ass."

The pot started relaxing me, and I giggled. "Yeah, well, you're pretty hot yourself there, buddy. I was afraid I would, too-but with so many people around and watching, I guess I was shy."

Eric kissed my neck, and I could feel my dick starting to come to life. "Well, stud, we can go for it tonight. Got the mattresses all set up. And you're not winning this time, now that I'm actually sober."

"Oh, you think?" I teased, winking at Chris.

"He's all talk, you know." Chris laughed, taking the joint away from Eric and taking a hit. "I kick his ass on a regular basis. He likes having his ass kicked." He winked back at me. "It turns him on, you know. He likes being dominated." He rolled his eyes. "You should hear him squeal when he has a dick up his ass."

I laughed. The pot was definitely helping, and I loved these two.

"Fuck you," Eric said easily, without malice. "You know I let you win because it makes you so hot." He nibbled on my earlobe, which made me moan a little bit. I turned my head into his mouth. "It fucking drives him crazy to win ... keep that in mind when we get down to it, okay?"

"Okay, I think I've got it. Chris likes to win, and you like to lose. Easy enough." I laughed and took a sip of my beer. "How long have you two been-" I hesitated. I wasn't really sure how to put it. At parties-especially during Little Sister Rush, the two of them were the biggest horn dogs in the pledge class, going after anything with tits that moved.

Chris reached over and took my hand. "Eric and I have been messing around since we were about twelve, I think. We're bisexual-we like girls too. But guys"-he laughed"guys are a lot of fun, too. Of course, we have each other so we can always get laid whenever either one of us is horny-"

"Which pretty much is all the time," Eric went on, sliding his big hands down over my crotch, "so if we don't feel like messing with chicks or anything, we just take care of each other."

"It's not like we're in love or anything," Chris explained. "I mean, we're best friends, sure, but we're not in love with each other. It's just a physical thing for us."

"Wow" I took another hit. I was feeling quite pleasant. It was very good pot, and Eric's hand rubbing on my dick was having a predictable effect. I didn't understand their arrangement completely, but it made perfect sense the way they described it. Maybe that was the problem with Blair and I-I certainly had crossed the line from friendship into love, and the way he reacted-he had to have as well. "Have you messed around with anyone in the house?"

They looked at each other and started laughing. "I sucked Rory Armagh off," Eric said after a moment. "Jesus. He sure has a horsedick."

"I did too!" I laughed. "I don't know how I got that huge thing down my throat."

"You were able to?" Eric moved around and sat down, giving me an admiring glance. "I couldn't, I just did as much as I could until he shot his wad. I mean, when I saw that thing it scared the crap out of me. He's deformed."

"I fucked Marc Kearney," Chris offered. "Pledge master my ass. Big of insatiable bottom is what he is."

"You've fucked Blair, haven't you?" Eric asked. "You might as well tell the truth-we've thought so almost from the start of the semester."

"It's the way he looks at you," Chris chimed in. "I mean, when you don't know he's looking at you? He's in love with you, if you haven't done anything with him."

"Yeah," I said in a small voice. "Blair and I have been together. Since last summer. But not anymore." I bit my lip. "I did something stupid the other night and now he hates me."

"He'll get over it," Eric said with a lot more confidence than I certainly felt. "Seriously, Jeff, I'm not making this shit up. He might be mad now, but he does love you. Just give it some time, trust me on this, okay?"

"What did you do?" Chris asked.

"It embarrassed me to admit it, but Friday night I was supposed to spend the night in his room, but when the party was over I couldn't find him-"

"He went to Denny's. We were there," Eric broke in. "We wondered where you were. You two are almost always together."

"Well, when I was looking for him I wound up in Marc's room."

Chris let out a loud laugh. "And you fucked Marc, Marc told Blair, and now he's pissed at you."

"Yeah, that's pretty much it," I said, looking down at my hands.

"So Blair doesn't like you to mess around with other guys?" Chris asked. "Then maybe we shouldn't-"

"Fuck him, he doesn't own me," I said with more bravado than I actually felt.

"Okay, then." Eric grinned. "You guys ready to wrestle?"

I made eye contact with Chris, who just rolled his eyes, which made me laugh. "Okay, let's kick some Matthews ass, shall we?"

Chris stripped off his sweatshirt as he walked into the living room, and pulled off his sweatpants as well. He stood there stark naked, and smiled. His body was amazing. He was tanned except for a square area of white just below his navel that ran to his upper thighs. His cock was long, hard and thick, and his balls were round and heavy. "Come on, Jeff, don't be shy." He took his cock in one hand. "Don't let this intimidate you. Not everyone can be as hung as I am."

"Fuck you. That little thing ain't nothing," I replied as Eric dropped his shorts and tossed them on the couch. Now, he too was naked. His cock stood out straight away from his body, and I saw with a bit of surprise he was uncircumcised. His dick wasn't as long as Chris's, but it had a slight bend in it and was somewhat thicker. He and Chris stepped up on to the mattresses and started circling each other as I pulled off my shirt. I took off my sandals, and after a moment's hesitation, slid my shorts and underwear down, folding them in half and placing them on the table. I walked into the living room just as Chris took Eric down to the mattresses, slid on to his back and locked a full nelson on him. The muscles in Chris's back strained as he applied pressure, rubbing his dick on Eric's ass. "Say it, big guy, you know you want to," Chris said.

"Fuck you!" Eric replied, trying to power his arms down to break the hold.

My dick was hard as granite. I sat down on the couch to watch. Chris looked over at me and winked. "See, I told you he likes to get dominated. It turns him on." Then he did a double take. "Damn, you are big, buddy!"

"Fuck you!" Eric said again.

"You want some of this, Jeff?" Chris grinned. "It's nice having this hot ass under your dick. Trust me, you'll like it!" He started thrusting his hips, rubbing his cock inside Eric's ass crack. "Yeah, bitch, you want that big cock inside you, don't you?"

"Fuck you BOTH!" Eric gasped out.

With a grin of my own, I stood up and walked over to them. I knelt down in front of Eric's face, then grabbed a handful of hair and pulled his head up. "I don't think you're in any position to be so snotty, Eric."

"Slap his face-just not real hard," Chris instructed.

Gently I slapped his face. He moaned. I looked up at Chris, who nodded. I slapped him again, a little harder this time. "You asshole," he gasped out.

"Asshole?" I smacked his face again.

"When I get out of this I am going to kick both your asses!"

With a laugh, Chris let go of him and stood up. Playfully he reached down and smacked Eric's ass. "Well?"

I climbed up on the mattress. This was fun. "Come on then, you big pussy! I kicked your ass once before! Can't wait to do it again!"

Eric and I started circling each other, while Chris went into the other room to get a joint. Eric lunged for my legs, and I let them slide out behind me, putting all my weight on his back. We both dropped down to the mattress, with me on top of him. "Damn it," he grunted underneath me. I managed to spin around on his back so I was behind him, and slid my arms under his armpits, slapping the same full nelson on him Chris had used.

Chris was right. His ass did feel nice under my cock. I started rubbing my cock on his hard ass.

Chris started laughing. "Eric, you just suck. You could at least try!"

"Fuck you both!"

Eric was trying to free himself from the nelson, and it was taking everything I had to keep him trapped. Damn, he's strong, I thought, if I ever let him catch me I'm getting my ass kicked for sure.

Chris walked over and knelt down in front of Eric. "You know, the only thing hotter than kicking your ass is watching someone else do it."

"Fuck you both!"

"The only person around here who's getting fucked, my friend, is you." Chris winked at me. He pulled Eric's head up and slapped him in the face with his cock. "How's that, big man? You like having my cock rubbed all over your face?"

Eric stopped struggling underneath me. Instead, he arched his lower back and ground his ass into my cock. "Mmm, let me suck that big thing, please."

"I don't know." Chris looked at me. "What do you think, Jeff? Should we let this pig suck on my cock?"

I repressed a grin and replied in an equally serious tone, "Well, I don't know. Does the pig want my big cock up his ass?"

Eric was silent for a moment. "Oh, hell yes I do, big man!" he roared in answer, grinding his ass up at me again.

Damn, I wanted to fuck him. I burned with desire for his big body.

"Then what are you waiting for?" Chris laughed. "Let him up, Jeff."

I let him go, and got off his back. Eric got up on all fours, arching his back so that his muscular ass was up in the air with the cheeks spread wide apart, Chris got up to his knees, and Eric took him into his mouth. I put on a condom, lubed up my dick, and took aim. Be ready, Eric, I thought, you're getting it all on the first thrust.

I took a deep breath and shoved my cock all the way inside of him. Once I was inside all the way, I stayed there, and started moving my hips around in a circular motion. Eric stopped sucking Chris's cock, and looked back over his shoulder. "Fuck yeah, Jeff, fuck me man, fuck me, give it all to me, man."

Chris slapped Eric's face with his cock. "What did I tell you, man? He's a fucking pig."

I started moving back and forth, pulling out slow, then slamming into him as fast and hard as I could. Eric kept up the patter, and when I looked over at Chris, he was stroking his own dick.

"Yeah, that's hot," he said when our eyes met. "Fuck him, and fuck him hard, man."

I looked Chris's body over. He was so damned muscular and sexy-so was Eric, for that matter. I kept pounding away, working in a rhythm. With every penetration Eric would let out a loud gasp, and then would go back to talking nasty.

"Yeah, give me that big cock, man, fuck me hard, rip me in half, man, that's the way I like it, come on, yeah fuck me man, fuck me. . ."

It was so sexy, such a turn-on, that it didn't take long for me to start to shoot my load.

I pulled my cock out of his ass just as Chris shot a big load all over Eric's back.

"Oh, man." Eric rolled over onto his stomach. "Man, that was so fucking hot. Any time you want to fuck me, you just let me know" He sat up, "Chris, I fucking came without touching myself."

I got to my feet, peeling the condom off. I carried it into the kitchen and dumped it in the trash. I walked back into the living room. Chris and Eric were lying on the mattresses, their arms around each other, kissing. I stood there for a moment, watching them.

I miss Blair, I thought, and choked down a sob.

I picked up my clothes and started getting dressed.

"Hey, don't go," Eric said drowsily. "Come cuddle with us."

"I can't," I said. "I appreciate it, but I really need to get going."

"Anytime, man," Chris said. "Anytime at all you wanna come back over, we're here for ya, man. And everything's going to be fine with Blair, you just wait and see. He loves you, man."

I walked over and kissed him lightly on the mouth, then kissed Eric too. "Thanks. You guys are the best." I walked out of the apartment and took a deep breath. You might as well get used to not having Blair anymore. And Chris and Eric are fun. Who knows where it all might lead? So they aren't Blair. Get over it.

My phone rang when I got to my car. I looked at the caller ID. "Blair?" I answered it, my heart starting to race.

"I'm sorry I was such a dickhead. I miss you. Can you come over?"

"I'll be there in five minutes."

"I love you."

I sat there, not believing my ears. "What did you say?"

"I love you." He said it again, more quietly this time. "I love you and I want you to be with me. Always. Can you forgive me for being such an asshole?" His voice broke. "I don't care if you fuck everyone in the house, as long as I'm the one you care the most about."

"Oh, Blair." I started to cry. "I love you so much. I'll be right there."

I started my car and headed over to the house.