Date: Wed, 31 May 2023 14:16:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mark Tholtow <markmanscooter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Our Sons College Tournament - Chapter 6

Our Son's College Tournament: Chapter 6

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Chapter 6: Prelude to Cell Block

Part 1: The Morning After the Frathouse Party

"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.

--

"Dude, can you NOT!" Eric yelled as he rolled over in his dorm bed, so he
was facing the wall.

"What the fuck?" Leo said. "I have to witness you rubbing one out while you
think I'm asleep every fucking morning." Leo was lying on his twin bed with
his sheets pulled down to his knees. The loose cotton shorts that he slept
in were around his ankles and his knees were spread apart so the bottoms of
his feet touched together. He was holding his phone up above his face with
his left hand and stroking his morning wood with his right. He was
shirtless so all Eric saw, when the gentle slapping sounds woke him up, was
Leo's smooth, long, lean, pale body punctuated by the black tufts of his
right arm pit hair and his thick trimmed black bush. "I'll be done in a
minute. This video's hot."

"What are you watching?" Eric asked instinctively.

"You really want me to describe it?"

"Yeah, No. Nevermind. That's all I need - as if listening to you get off
over there isn't torture enough.  Can't you just go to the bathroom
today. You know I don't care on any other day, but this weekend, Dude. I
can't take it."

"Sorry, Bro. You know rubbing one out in that tiny toilet room is the
worst. You can't even spread your legs in there. And I can't take Santiago
anymore. It used to be fun teasing the fuck outta him but now it's like he
just expects it. It's fucking creepy as shit, Dude."

"Fuck. Ok. Just fucking hurry it up and go back to sleep. I gotta be up in
an hour. I don't wanna listen to you spanking it the whole time."

"You could go sleep on the couch." Leo said. "You should be thanking me too
for using my ear buds."  Leo said laughing and then took them out and
suddenly the room was filled with the high-pitched fake moans of at least
two porn actresses.

"Asshole!" Eric said with his face still at the wall. "You're watching
lesbian porn again?"

"Ah ha!" Leo yelled as though he was Sherlock Holmes. "I knew you wanted to
watch! C'mon over...we can watch together." He said laughing and patting
the mattress next to him. "It's not lesbians - there's a guy fucking one of
them. He's just a quiet fucker." He paused to watch for a few seconds. "The
girls are eating each other out though so it's a little lesbian." He
laughed again. "That sounds like a children's book, "The Littlest Lesbian."

"Banned in Florida." Eric said and they both laughed. "Seriously
though. Put your ear buds back in. I can't get any fucking harder than I am
right now."

"Kinda seems like you could easily knock one out right now to some little
lesbians and still have plenty of aggressive testosterone left for your
match. It's like letting some steam out before you explode, Bro.  Jake is
right, you've gone too far. You're not gonna be able to think
straight. Plus, you're gonna be out on the mat getting wood if the wind
blows."

"I'll be fine. This is what works for me. Why can't you all just shut the
fuck up and not make it worse. It's one more fucking day." Eric said.

Ok, suit yourself. But don't forget that you being the angriest, horniest
mother fucker around here isn't something we all want to put up with
either. You're cranky as fuck. You fucking kicked Jake out over it."  Leo
said still watching the video on mute and casually playing with his
erection.

"What the fuck, Dude. Jake was an asshole. That had nothing to do with me."
Eric said. Leo just looked at him with one eyebrow raised. "What? How was
that me?!"

"What Jake said was super stupid, don't get me wrong. But he just thought
he was being funny, and it just turned out that it wasn't funny. It was a
miscalculation. He really was trying to help you. It was about getting her
to understand your stupid fucking method." Leo said. "If you weren't so
fucking angry and horny, that would have all blown over by now. What's this
really about?"

"What the fuck? Jake offering to smash my girl's not enough?" Eric said
finally tuning over in bed to actually speak to Leo face to face.

"Does this have something to do with your high school girl? Jake told me
about her." Leo said. "Jake told me they're talking."

"They're not just talking; they're fucking." Eric said. "He's not good
enough for her."

"Damn Dude, that's fucking cold to say about your best friend. You're not
together anymore."

Eric thought for a minute. "Look, I just don't want her to get hurt. Even
though we're not together, she's still a really good person."

"And Jake - your best fucking friend since junior high - isn't a good
person?"

"I wouldn't want to be in a relationship with him." Eric said.

"Lana will be relieved."

"Fuck you. You know what I mean. Jake is great. He is a really unique
person. He has this like inner, self- charging battery of confidence. He
really doesn't care what anybody thinks of him. I've never been like
that. It's...impressive."

"He cares what YOU think." Leo said. "He left here like his dog had just
gotten run over or something."  Leo said.

"I just don't want Meghan to get hurt." Eric said. "There's a lot you don't
know. It's a long story."

"They're probably just hanging out because they're the last two left from
your friend group that are still in town. It's like comforting, you
know. Didn't you say everyone else went away to school?" Leo said.

"Are you a psych major? 'Cause you have skills." Eric said finally sounding
more calm. Leo laughed.

"If I was a therapist I'd just tell everyone what I thought they'd should
do. Everyone would get one session and I'd be poor." He said
laughing. "Hey, speaking of skills, Jake told me I should ask you about
your special skill. What fucking special skill do you have?"

"Jesus Christ, he's a fucking asshole." Eric said and instantly went back
to being pissed off at Jake. "My special skill is having tolerated that
mother fucker this long." Eric said.

"Great. This therapy session killed my boner. Now I gotta start from
scratch." Leo said as if to himself.  Eric glanced over and saw Leo's still
plump dick lying over sideways on his pale thigh.

"How about you go back to sleep and 'start from scratch' after I'm gone?"

"That's fair." Leo said and put his ear buds on his nightstand and plugged
his phone in to charge. "I'm gonna need some battery power later." He said
smiling. Eric smiled back and rolled over again to face the
wall. "Fuck. Now I gotta piss." Leo said and got out of bed and walked
naked out of their room and across the living room to the bathroom. Eric
could hear him piss. He hadn't shut the door to the bathroom or the little
room with the toilet. None of the boys ever did unless there were girls in
the room.

Eric heard Santiago and Tan's door open. "Like fucking clock work." He
heard Leo say. "Just taking a piss, perv. Sorry to disappoint." There was a
pause. "Jesus, put that thing away. You're not gonna be able to piss like
that."

Eric guessed that Santiago was also walking to the bathroom naked but
apparently with morning wood.  That was not at all unusual. All of the boys
walked to the bathroom for their first piss of the day, and that was often
naked and often involved at least the remnants of a morning boner.

Even Tan had gotten comfortable enough not to bother with covering up
although he slept in loose cotton boxers so the most he was exposing was a
prominent tent. Leo slept in loose shorts as well but his morning tent was
considerably more prominent and frequently escaped his fly or his leg
hole. No one had seen Tan's actual erection, but it looked like it was
under the six inch average. Someone had to be below the curve. It wasn't
Santiago. He slept naked and proudly showed off his seven-inch uncut prick
almost every morning. He was only 5'-7" so it was that much more
impressive. He was completely shaved which seemed to require daily
maintenance in front of the mirror.

"Can you believe that fucker?" Leo said, knowing Eric was still awake when
he got back into the room.

"He's predictable." Eric said rolling over to speak. He swung his arm up
behind his head and scratched his arm pit.

"Still got a boner?" Leo asked, giving Eric shit when he saw the bulge
under the sheets.

"Mostly." Eric said. "I'm just in a perpetual state of 'mostly' now." Leo
laughed. "Looks like you're a little chubby again now too. You sure you
don't like showing off for him? You said you were broke and needed party
funds. He'd probably pay you for the show."

"Fuck off." Leo said and climbed back into bed. "I think I'm getting my
second wind." He added and unplugged his phone and spread his legs and
causally played with his balls as he scrolled on his screen.

"Dude. C'mon!!" Eric yelled.

"You got headphones." Leo said.

"Fuck you. I can't sleep with ear buds in." Eric said.

"You've got a half hour now, Dude. You'll feel worse if you actually do
fall asleep again. Just get up and go early and stretch. Get psyched
up. You need some focus."

"I need some fucking focus because you're over there watching Pornhub."

"And?"

"And you just want me to leave so you can get off." Eric said.

"And?"

"Fuck you. I needed to sleep." Eric said, annoyed. He got out of bed. His
still mostly stiff prick bounced around as he hopped into his briefs and
pulled on his sweats. He was causally watching Leo fondle his dick that was
lying straight up toward his chest now, big and full on his black pubes.

"You'd have slept like a baby if you'd just tugged one out, Bro." Leo said
without letting his eyes leave the screen. "Fuck yeah. I love this clip."
He added and then turned the screen toward Eric. It was too far away for
him to see, but he heard the girls moan. He reached down to squeeze his
dick through his layers of clothes.

"Fuck you." He said grabbing his shoes and socks from his gym bag and he
started to walk out.

"You gonna wear a shirt?" Leo said laughing. Eric turned around and grabbed
a tee shirt off the back of his desk chair. "A clean one?"

"I hate you." Eric said but he was smiling.

"You hate everyone right now. Use it, Bro. Kick some ass."

"Thanks. See you later?" Eric said.

"We'll all be watching." Leo said and started stroking faster as soon as
Eric walked out. "Dude! The door, please."

"Sorry, Lee." Eric said as he came back to pull the door shut. "You sure
you don't want me to leave it open? Santiago would pay big bucks to watch."

"Hard pass. You're the only one I let watch."

"Fuck you too!" Eric said, smiling as he shut the door. Leo turned up the
sound so Eric could hear the grunts and moans through the door. "Asshole!"

--

"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.

"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.

--

As soon as the door closed, they both dropped their towels and started
making out again. Both of them went directly to each other's dicks this
time and they began kissing and stroking. Their cocks had just returned to
full mast and Brett was just about to drop to his knees when someone
knocked on their door. "Jesus fucking Christ!" Brett said in Jake's ear.

"Hold tight a sec. Just pulling on my skivvies." Brett yelled through the
door.

Jake grabbed his towel and re-wrapped himself in it and sat on the
bed. Brett pulled on his faded jeans and glanced down at his crotch and
then adjusted his semi-hard dick over toward his right hip. Then he opened
the door. "Sorry, Mate. We just got back from the shower."

"I know. I was the one Jake was flashing his bung hole at when I just took
a piss." The guy said. Jake was embarrassed that this dude knew his name
from the party last night and he didn't remember being
introduced. Fortunately, Brett used his name.

"So, you hung over, Drake?" Jake was even more confused. He felt like he
would have remembered being introduced to a guy named Drake - especially a
skinny strawberry blonde one that looked like the farthest thing from a
'Drake'.

"I was when I woke up, but I feel better after a Venti Starbucks and
pumpkin bread." Drake said as he sat down in Brett's recliner and put his
hands behind his head as if he were settling in for story time.

"You went to Starbucks already?" Brett asked.

"Fuck no. Billy went. He goes every Saturday. He's obsessed with their
bacon egg bites. I said I pay for 'em if he got me a coffee." Drake said.

He continued to review the events of the night before with the door
open. Two more brothers entered the room and grabbed a beer from Brett's
mini-fridge without even asking and the stories became even more
animated. Jake loved this vibe. He thought again how he needed to go to
college. This was a far cooler vibe than hanging out in Eric's suite with
his geeky foreign roommate and that perv Santiago. If it wasn't for Leo, it
would be a total bust. Jake's erection finally subsided, and he stood and
pulled off his towel and got dressed, making a point of doing so
slowly. The other guys glanced over at his junk - the way all guys make
their mental assessment of how they stack up. Brett was still shirtless and
one of the guys was just in a tee shirt and his boxer briefs. It was like a
more comfortable locker room with beer.  He liked it here, so much so that
he'd forgotten that more sex had been interrupted.

Eventually it was time to go to the field house. The random brothers left,
giving Jake fist bumps on the way out. Brett finally put a shirt on. He
squeezed Jake's ass on the way out of the room. "I'm fucking frustrated."
Brett said.

"Damn, Dude. What's up?" Jake said.

"You know." Brett said. "We got interrupted. Twice."

"Oh. Yeah." Jake said mentally scrolling back to before he felt like a real
feat Bro just shooting the shit with these guys. "Don't get your nuts in a
twist. We got all day."

--

Part 2: Saturday's tournament.

"You wanna make some easy money tonight?" Aaron leaned over to ask Leo as
they sat in the stands waiting for Eric's semi-final match.

"You know how fucking broke I am. I spent almost my entire summer's savings
before Christmas break.  "Whattaya got going on?"

"You're not gonna love it, but it pays well." Aaron said.

"How well?" Leo asked.

"$150 plus tips." He said.

"Tips?" Leo asked. "What is it; a cater waiter job? I can do that."

"Not exactly." Aaron said. Leo just looked at him as if to say, 'what
then?' Aaron's voice got quiet. "Go Go Dancer." Leo just stared at him as
though he'd misheard him.

"Say that again." Leo said, hoping to hear something different.

"You heard me. You really want me to say it again here?" Aaron said
smiling.

"Are you serious? I'm not even really sure what that means. Like where?
Like at a party? Like a bachelorette party or something?" Leo asked.

"Not exactly." Aaron said.

"Dude, will you just give me the details. I can decide yes or no
then. What's up? That's good money.  That's more than I make at the
bookstore in a week." Leo said.

"Probably more than a month when you factor in the tips." Aaron said.

"No shit?" Leo whisper-yelled. "So what's the deal?"

"There's a big party at Cell Block 13 Club in the warehouse district and
they need-" Aaron started before Leo interrupted.

"Wait, what?! Cell Block?" Leo asked. "Isn't that a..." He trailed off.

"Yup." Aaron answered. "You're familiar with it?"

"Well, I've heard of it." Leo said.

"Never been there?" Aaron said.

"Fuck, no." Leo said as if the question was ridiculous. They sat in silence
for a minute. Aaron knew he needed to let the idea sit with Leo for a bit
before pushing forward.

"So...how much tips are we talking about?" Leo asked. Aaron smiled.

"At least a couple of hundred." He said. "Maybe more. It depends on how you
do."

"No shit?!" Leo said loudly and then went back to speaking quietly. "Like
on top of the $150?"

"Yup."

"What do you mean, 'it depends on how I do?' What do I have to do?" Leo
said.

"You just have to dance in a gold cage. It's pretty easy, but it's a long
time - like hours - so it's easy but it's a workout. They need somebody
athletic. You know, used to working out."

"Who's 'they'?" Leo asked. "How did you get this task? I didn't know you
worked there?" He paused and then added, "are you a go go dancer? You work
there?"

"No. But I know one of the bartenders and he asked me if I'd do it and
asked if I knew of anybody else.  It's a big party and the usual dancers
will be out on the floor mixing it up with the customers, so they need to
fill the gold cages tonight."

"Have you been there? What's it like? What are these cages?" Leo asked.

"They're just what you're picturing. Like a big gold phone booth. You just
dance inside it. They're up high on these platforms at the four corners of
the dance floor. You can dance, can't you?" Aaron asked, suddenly
remembering that most jocks aren't known for their dance skills.

"Well, what kind of dancing?" Leo asked. He was suddenly nervous now that
he didn't have the skills for the job. That meant he'd apparently decided
he wanted it. Hundreds of dollars potentially - for one night's work? He
definitely wanted the money. He needed the money. No money, no parties. No
parties, no girls. He suddenly decided he needed to convince Aaron he could
do it.

"Well, it's not like choreographed obviously. There's not enough time for
that. You just have to dance to whatever the DJ's playing - it's clubby
music. It's all sounds the same. It's shit mostly but all you have to do
is...act sexy."

"Like with guys all around?" Leo asked.

"Obviously. There are always some women there. Mostly bachelorette parties,
but yeah. It's 95% sweaty guys who'd be watching you because they think
you're hot. You think you can be sexy while other guys get turned on
watching you dance?" Aaron asked, laying it all on the line. "Because if
that's gonna freak you out, you're not gonna be sexy and it's not gonna
work. You won't get any tips for one thing. It's a little like acting."

Leo thought about it for minute. He knew guys admired his body at the gym -
and he knew some of them weren't just admiring him for his workout
routine. He knew some of them wanted him. Santiago got off on his
body. He'd liked that feeling until he got too creepy about it. He still
didn't really mind it.  He just didn't want Eric to think he got off on it.

"I can do it. Seriously. I really need the cash." Leo said. Then a thought
occurred to him. "What do I have to wear? I'm not fucking naked up there,
right?"

Aaron laughed. "No. It's not a strip club. Although I've seen dancers sort
of tease the guys by pulling down their shorts and showing a little ass or
whatever."

"Whatever?"

"They never show their whole...you know, they're dicks. But sometimes
they'll flash their ass or pull down the front and show off their pubes and
the base."

"The base? Like the base of their dicks?" Leo said suddenly a little
freaked out.

"Only if the mood hits you. It just gets you better tips." Aaron said.

"Do they touch you?" Leo asked. He wasn't up for that at all.

"You're mostly up too high. They might touch your legs and sometimes
dancers will squat down to let a guy put the tip in their waistband or
something. You know - like a stripper. I'm sure you've stuffed a dollar in
a stripper's G-string before."

"A couple of times." Leo said laughing. Aaron smirked. "Wait. Do I have to
wear a G-string?"

"I think they'd let you if you wanted to - you'd get way better tips - but
the usual uniform is these shiny gold shorts.

"Like booty shorts." Leo said.

"You sure you haven't been there?" Aaron asked.

"Fuck you." Leo said smiling. He paused again. "Ok. Tell him I'll do it."

"Oh, one more thing. It's like a masked ball theme thing, so you have to
wear a mask. They'll have some there if you don't have one."

"Cool! So, no one will know it's me!" Leo said. Being recognized hadn't
even occurred to him. He wasn't sure he cared. It was a job. But he'd get a
lot of shit from his teammates.

"Well, someone might recognize you by your body." Aaron said in a way that
was nearly flirtatious. It didn't register with Leo. His mind was already
in the gold cage.

"I have an awesome devil mask from Halloween. Will that work?"

"Perfect!" Aaron said. "I'll let Brandon know.

"Are you dancing too?" Leo asked. He'd assumed Aaron was also working.

"Nope. I'll be there though - for the fun." Aaron said.

--

"Funny, he didn't mention it to me. I thought he was going to the party
with us tonight?" Brett said to Aaron after Aaron mentioned that Jake had
also taken him up on his offer to dance in a gold cage for cash that night
too. Aaron didn't really understand it. He had asked just because he
thought if he found out later that Leo had done it, he'd be pissed off he
hadn't been asked. Jake had been talking about the sorority house party for
two days. He wondered why he no longer wanted to attend.

Jake hadn't been that forthcoming with Aaron when he accepted the offer to
be a go go boy. He knew Brett was going to the sorority party and was
worried things would get out of hand between them again and he'd give in to
his impulses. He also was worried he'd be pissed off if he had to watch
Brett go off with some girl. He'd be jealous. What the fuck? He knew Brett
was anxious to get reviews on his newly manscaped manhood.

Aaron assumed it was because he told Jake that he thought Will and Matt
were planning to go to the party at Cell Block. Jake had initially been
skeptical they would do something so wild, but when confronted with the
evidence Aaron had discovered, it seemed to confirm it. Aaron had noticed a
shopping bag from a costume shop and made the connection to their need to
buy masks. "Why else would they go there?" Aaron had reiterated.

"Maybe he just needs the cash. I can't believe he'd skip the party tonight
either. I only asked 'cause I didn't want him to be pissed I hadn't
offered." Aaron added. "You wanna do it too? It's great money for one
night's work."

"Yeah, I don't really wanna be on display there. The brothers would never
let me live it down." Brett said. "Not because it's Cell Block - but
because I'd be dancing in gold shorts in a cage." Aaron got an odd look on
his face when he said that.

"You'd be wearing a mask." Aaron said.

"Yeah, that wouldn't be good enough. I have a pretty distinctive tattoo."
Brett said.

"Really?" Aaron said. "How do I not know that?"

"I guess you've never been around when I've had my shirt off." Brett
said. "You'd have remembered it."

"What is it?" Aaron asked. "A big tribal thing, or wings or a snake? Show
it to me."

"Right here?" Brett said. They were sitting next to each other in the
crowded stands. They were surrounded by people but no one they knew.

"What? Is it obscene or something? Is it a naked girl?" Aaron said, knowing
that wasn't likely.

Brett turned to the side and lifted his tee shirt three-quarters of the way
up his back.

"Holy shit!" Aaron said. "That's fucking cool!"

"Thanks, Mate." Brett said and dropped his shirt back down.

"Yeah, a mask isn't gonna keep you anonymous, if that's your goal."

"Maybe I should just go and not dance." Brett blurted out. Aaron looked
confused.

"Why would you do that?" Aaron said. Brett suddenly got silent. He wasn't
aware that he'd said that aloud. "Um. I mean it would be hilarious to see
Jake as a go go dancer. It'd go viral on Tik Tok."

"Dude, No." Aaron said. As much as that thought made him laugh inside, he
couldn't let Jake be that humiliated.

"He'd be in a mask." Brett said. "What would be the harm?"

"Then what would be the point?" Aaron asked. Sometimes Aaron felt like he
was surrounded by intellectual toddlers.

"Oh, yeah. Nevermind." Brett said. "It'd still be worth seeing." Aaron was
confused why Brett seemed to be so anxious to skip a sorority party to go
to a club full of half-naked, sweaty guys to watch someone he'd just met
two days ago dance in a cage for money - and about that cage: how did Brett
know they danced in gold shorts? They hadn't discussed the go go boy
'uniform.' It was clear to Aaron that Brett had been there before. He was
sort of in shock at this realization. What did that mean?

"I'm going tonight if you want to tag along. You can Uber back to the
sorority house after you've had your five minutes of fun, mocking your new
buddy." Aaron said.

"You dancing too?" Brett asked.

"Nope. I'm cruising for D, Bro." Aaron said matter-of-factly. Brett
blushed.

"Oh, yeah. I forget sometimes that you...have different priorities." Brett
said smiling. "You seem just like one of the blokes."

"I am just one of the blokes." Aaron said without any playfulness in his
voice.

"Yeah. Exactly. You know what I meant." Brett said, unsure of what to say
to get himself out of this semantic tangle.

"I'll text you when I'm ready to head over. You'll have time to get to the
party first. You can decide if it's worth leaving then." Aaron said.

"Cool. Thanks, Mate." Brett said. "And...can you maybe not mention this
to...you know-"

"Anyone?" Aaron said.

"Um...yeah. Is that ok?" Brett said.

"Of course. I get it. You don't want anyone to get the wrong idea." Aaron
said smiling to himself as he made the gesture of a zipper going across his
lips. Brett blushed again and smiled and gave Aaron a fist bump indicating
that the subject was now closed.

They went back to watching the wrestlers, waiting for Eric's match to
begin. Aaron was admiring their muscular physiques and taking pleasure in
the tingle in his groin each time a wrestler had his back to the stands and
bent over just enough to see the heavy bulge of his balls hanging beneath
the firm, round orbs of his buttocks in the stretchy fabric of his
singlet. He pictured grabbing that sac from behind and holding it with his
forearm nestled in the crevasse that the fabric made in their ass cracks
and smelling their sweaty bodies. Aaron had a boner and his boners were
noticeable. He needed to remain seated.

--

"I don't know how much more of this I can take." Will leaned over to
whisper into my ear as we waited for Eric's match.

"More of what?" I asked.

"More of these..." Will said, intentionally not finishing his sentence and
nodding out to the mat. We were surrounded by strangers, but they were
still strangers who could overhear our conversation. I looked out to see
two very hot college boys circling the mat. I smirked when I realized what
he meant.  (We'd discussed not getting off today even though we had a hotel
room to ourselves, because I thought it would be more fun at the club if we
stayed horny. We'd sucked each other this morning when we woke up naked in
bed, but I made us stop before we came. That turned out to be unpopular
with Will.  He'd threatened to jack off while I watched because he was so
horned up. "We have this whole room to ourselves all weekend. Are you
fucking kidding me? We'll be horny again by tonight!" He'd said. I had to
grab his wrist mid-stroke. "We're not 20-year-olds. You'll thank me later."
I said and pinched his nipple hard enough that it wasn't just for fun. "I
love you." I added trying to ease his frustration.) Will wasn't normally
this outwardly lecherous, at least in public. I smiled to myself, realizing
my plan was working.  All this cock-teasing all day was going to make
tonight at the club more fun.

"Oh, yeah?" I said. "Is it making you wanna..." I stopped, trying to choose
my words carefully. "You need to take a break? You need to visit the
restroom?"

"Fuck. I wish. I don't think we have time. Do we?" Will said. "Plus, I
thought you said we should...stay..."  he trailed off not wanting to say
'horny' out loud.

"We should definitely stay." I said, not saying the word 'horny'
either. "You know we'll have more fun later."

"But you see what we're looking at here, right?" Will said, not taking his
eyes off the wrestler that had his ass to us at that moment. He was wearing
a white singlet with navy blue piping around all the openings and a large
bird logo centered on his back. He had the most perfect, round, muscular
ass cheeks shifting back and forth as he paced around the edge of the mat,
waiting for his opponent to get into position. As he turned, you could see
the curve of his long flaccid dick folded down over his nuts, making a more
prominent bulge than the typical prominent bulges we'd been staring at for
the last hour. The standard dick position in a singlet is either straight
up or off to the side. Both of those are hot too, but we all know when a
flaccid prick is long enough to comfortably make that nice round arch over
a pair of big balls, it's spandex perfection.

"I do see the specimen to whom you refer." I said, trying to remain subtle
since we were in crowded seats.

"It's making me not want to stay." Will said, intentionally dropping the
'horny' from the end of his sentence again.

"Agreed." I said. "He's making it hard."

Will snickered like he was thirteen at my choice of
semantics. "So...challenging." He added.

"If you decided not to...stay." I said and paused. "How would you want
to...take care of that?" I knew teasing him more could be dangerous for
both of us. We kept our eyes glued to the round orbs shifting in front of
us. Our wrestler bent over. His sweat-soaked white singlet now practically
transparent. We could make out his entire jockstrap underneath and were
focused on that spot where the leg straps meet together at the underside of
his pouch. "Hypothetically, of course."

"Of course." Will said. "Well, I'm so...hungry right now. I could eat a
horse." Will had joined in the linguistic creativity.

"A horse. Interesting choice. Majestic animals." I said.

"That's the phrase, isn't it?" Will said. "One of them anyway."

"I guess so." I said. "What's the other?" I asked.

"Other what?" Will asked.

"Other phrase about horses?" I said.

"I'm...hanging...on your every word." Will said, smiling and emphasizing
the word 'hanging.'

"Are you now?" I said. "Have you hung on every word?"

"I have." Will said. "Hung like a majestic animal."

"So you're hung...gry" I said.

"I've forgotten what we're talking about." Will said, his eyes focused on
the white singlet.

"How you'd want to...satisfy your hunger." I said. "You wanna go get
something to fill you up?"

"You know what I like when I'm starving." Will said.

"Oh, so now you're 'starving'?"

"Famished." He said, smiling but still focused on the wrestlers who were
now in a tangle of arms and legs on the mat - the white bulge now facing
right at us.

"Maybe a trip to the concession stand would take care of that." I said.

"Can't leave right now, even if I wanted to." Will said.

"Because it's...challenging?" I asked.

"Oh, it's so challenging right now. I'm in a very...difficult situation."
He said. I laughed.

I was searching for another word for 'hard' to continue our stretch of
euphemisms and was coming up blank. Will's attention was so focused on the
hot boys wrestling that he wouldn't have noticed if I'd googled a
thesaurus. But now I was stiff as a board in my jeans and the idea of
making ourselves even more horny seemed unwise. I was almost ready to give
in now. At this rate we actually were going to sneak off to the restroom to
suck each other off. I really did want to stay in this state of easy
arousal until we got to the club. It would make it much more fun.

Teasing ourselves with these buff jocks all afternoon was the perfect way
to amp up our hormones.

"Fuck." Will whispered under his breath without thinking. I looked up at
the action on the mat just in time to watch white singlet boy's opponent
grab him by the ball sack and flip him over his own torso and onto his
back. The white bulge was now straining up toward the ceiling as he tried
to keep his shoulders off the mat. His opponent flipped onto his stomach,
showing off his own muscular ass - the fabric of his kelly green singlet
wedged between his globes. He wrapped his leg over the white singlet to
bring him down to the mat. In a few seconds it was over when the ref
slapped the mat. Pinned.

"Poor kid." Will said.

"Maybe his big D energy is more effective off the mat." I proposed. My
stomach suddenly got in a knot as I watched Eric walk up to the mat. He
didn't look out into the stands. He knew we were all here.

"You nervous?" Will asked.

"Of course."

He put his hand on my knee and squeezed it. I turned to him and smiled. I
saw how much he cared in his warm eyes. "I'm nervous too." He said. "But no
matter what happens here, he's done very well for a freshman. We can proud
either way this goes."

"I know. Thanks." I said. "If he wins this match, though, he'd go to the
finals tomorrow and then it really wouldn't matter what happened."

"Well if he loses, he'll at least get to go have fun tonight. He'll get
laid, at least according to Jacob." Will said. "That's a pretty good
consolation prize."

"I'm sure he'd rather just get that prize tomorrow when it will be that
much sweeter." I said, unable to not be nervous.

Eric was pacing and shaking his hands and jumping up and down warming
himself up. He seemed like a ball of energy. He always looked a little like
a horse at the starting gate before the ref blows the whistle, but today he
was more like a bull waiting for its rider at the rodeo.

Eric was incredible. He was on fire. As soon as the ref blew the whistle,
he was like an attack dog. His opponent was skilled as well though, so it
wasn't an easy win but, in the end, Eric's arm was the one raised by the
ref and we jumped up to cheer. I heard Aaron's voice cheering behind us. I
wondered if Jake was here. We hadn't seen him. He had to be here. A few
second later that was confirmed when he congratulated Eric on our group
text thread. Will and I both looked around to see if we could spot him but
couldn't locate him.

Eric sauntered off the mat. He wasn't visibly cheerful like he typically
was after a big win. He should relax now. No one expects him to go all the
way as a freshman.

"Well, did you still wanna hit up the concessions?" Will asked but his tone
made it sound like he actually wanted food. We talked as we exited the
field house and tried to find Jake and Arron outside before catching an
Uber back to the hotel. We still had to figure out exactly how our
'costumes' were going to work before we headed to the party at the
club. The doors opened at 8:00, but only the uncool show up then. We knew
we were on the V.I.P. guest list so could show up anytime. We were shooting
for 10:00 PM.

"I know we're both hungry but we should stick to our plan of being fully
prepped for tonight. We should go back to the hotel and finish up our
cleansing routine." I said. "I know it's a pain in the ass but we'll be
happy about it later."

"It's definitely a pain the ass." Will laughed.

"Brandon's gonna be the pain in your ass if you're lucky." I said.

"The beer can awaits." He said. He gave me a sheepish look. It was weird to
feel like a happy couple but also be planning for night of debauchery that
involved dicks that were not each other's.

"You ok?" I asked. "We can stay in and fuck each other silly thinking about
these hot wrestlers - or go somewhere else."

"No way." Will said. "I'm excited to see Dix...and we already have the
costumes."

"And Brandon."

"And Brandon." Will said and blushed. "It's weird."

"It's not that weird. It's what we've always done." I said.

"I know, but that was before." He said.

"Before we were 'together'?" I said, confused. We'd been together - like
really together for a year now.

"Before I knew..." he said trailing off.

"Before you knew what?" I asked.

"That I loved you." He said.

"It's not like that stopped us from...you know...enjoying the company of
others."

"Yeah, it just feels weird to be excited about a particular..." he said
trailing off again.

"Dick?" I said. "Is dick the word you're looking for?"

Will nodded.

"Dude. Stop. You've always been a fan of the beer can. I'm fine with
it. You just said yesterday that you need to know your...playmates so it's
not...'skanky'. Enjoy. It's a toy. A toy connected to a fun, nice guy.  A
fun, nice guy who looks like Captain America, for fuck's sake. It makes me
happy that you're a little conflicted, but when in Rome. Don't start
feeling guilty about being excited about tonight. We've been looking
forward to it ever since we found out about the tournament."

"You're right." He said. "We're doing what makes us happy...when in Rome."

"What's always made us happy." I added. "And we're not in Rome that
often. Now let's go back so you can clean out your ass 'cause I can't wait
for sloppy seconds later."

"I know how you like that." Will said.

We caught up with Eric to congratulate him and found him with Jake and
Aaron and Lana and Leo and some other tall, handsome guy with shaggy blonde
hair. Nick wasn't there, which seemed strange. I'd have thought he'd at
least stick around to watch Eric, but he'd lost his last match and threw
his headgear off in a huff so apparently wasn't in the mood to stay.

It was 7:30 PM. We said goodbye and left them to their Saturday night
sorority house party.

--

"Who was that other guy we hadn't met before?" Will asked as we were riding
in the Uber back to the hotel.

"Brent, I think."

"No, Brett. That's it." Will said. "Handsome young man."

"They all are." I said. "I can't believe how much bigger Aaron is now."

"No shit." Will said. "He's bigger than Jacob now."

"His body finally caught up." I said.

"To his..." Will whispered under his breath.

"Yup." I said, both of us trying not to say 'dick' within earshot of our
driver. "You're thinking about it right now, aren't you?"

"Yup."

"It's gonna be a fun night at the club." I said.

"Yup." Will said and smiled at me and squeezed my thigh and then slid his
hand up to my groin. "You're thinking about it too."

"Yup." I said and we both laughed and rode the rest of the way back to the
hotel in silence. I wonder what this party will really be like?

--