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Chapter 6:  Between the Rose Bushes

Brody and I took out the trash together to the back alley behind the house. We had been messing around inside the house, play-fighting and shoving each other, working out some dumb energy we always had, and rilling up the other guy a bit, and we were both keyed up. A couple older brothers sitting on the couch called out that we were acting like “puppies” and told us to take out the trash before we knocked over a lamp or something. 

As we picked up the overstuffed bags, a few guys snickered and tossed out jokes about what we were going to "do" together alone outside. Gay jokes were constant in the frat, never meant seriously, just part of the experience. I rolled my eyes and shoved Brody in the shoulder and he shoved back, both of us playing along. We carried the trash out through the kitchen and into the cool air behind the house, the heavy back door thudding shut behind us as we passed the rose bushed on the way to the garbage in the far back. Out there, it felt quieter, private basically, even though anyone could still walk out and see us at any time. We tossed the bags into the dumpster and wiped our hands on our shorts.

Once we were alone, he was unusually quiet. He didn’t crack any of his typical jokes, didn’t comment on the cold air or the smell out back. He just stood there for a second, looking at me like he was trying to form a thought.

We threw out the trash quickly, and before I could fully straighten up, he stepped behind me again and placed his hands on my hips. It wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t some jump scare grab, it was slow and intentional. His palms were warm through my shorts, and it sent a jolt through me.

I glanced toward the back door even though I already knew no one was coming out. He shifted closer behind me, enough that I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, and his hips pressing against my butt. He wasn’t grabbing me like he was trying to take control. It was more like he wanted to learn more about my body with his hands, and like he kept checking if I’d pull away.

His thumbs pressed just above my waistband and that hit me fast. We were more public than ever. My stomach tightened and the tension shot to my crotch. I felt myself getting hard, and the weirdest part was that I didn’t even want to hide it. He reached around and grabbed my bulge, feeling my hardness, and let out a quiet breath into my ear that sounded almost relieved.

His hands moved up my sides, following the shape of my lats, then back down to my hips, teasing. 

I let him play with my body, as I gently nudged us away from the dumpster and back toward the rose bushes, even though that made us more susceptible to being walked in on, since they were closer to the back door.

He slowed down and just held me there from behind, following my small steps and keeping the body contact, playing this strange game of making me hard.

After a long pause he whispered, "So, like… I’ve done stuff before. Not a lot. But… I wasn’t just playing around with you for the first time."

I felt his fingers tense at my sides, like saying that was hard to do. He looked embarrassed, but there was relief there too, like he’d been waiting for a moment when he wouldn’t look stupid for saying it.

“I had a feeling,” I said quietly, turning around to face him, and reaching down to put a hand over his on my hip.

“Really?” he said. 

I nodded.

"Stuff with who?" I asked quietly.

"Guys," he said, eyeing me for a reaction. "I’m into girls, obviously. I always will be. But sometimes… guys feel different. Stronger and heavier. It’s like an accomplishment to get off with a guy. It hits different when you grab onto them." 

He swallowed and looked at me. "Being pressed against you in that closet messed me up. In a good way. I couldn’t control my body."

He glanced away when he said it, staring at the brick wall beside us like he was embarrassed to hear it out loud. 

I remembered the way he’d gone still that night in the closet, the way his breathing had changed, the way he hadn’t pulled away even when he had the chance to.

"I didn’t plan it," he added quietly. "I swear.”

Hearing him say it out loud twisted something in my chest. That closet moment I’d been replaying in my head finally had some context. The way he said it sounded almost rehearsed, like something he had told himself a hundred times already in his head.

"So… when did that start, with that wrestling guy?" I asked.

He shook his head. "There was this teammate once. During summer training. We were both always horny and talking about jerking off. Sweaty, wrestling with each other after practice was over. Pushing each other harder than anyone else. One day he asked if I ever got horny from wrestling. And, I had to admit that I did. And then he asked if I wanted to mess around."

I pressed my shoulder to the wall. "So what does ‘mess around’ mean?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Not full-on sex. Just… everything else. It just built up through every practice as soon as we started talking about it, and then we’d sneak off in the locker rooms and around the neighborhood after practices. We were idiots with too much testosterone flowing through us."

I nodded slowly. "Did it freak you out?"

"Not really, honestly. And it made everything easier later with girls." He shrugged. "I already knew what it was like to like… get with someone."

I didn’t want to act shocked or weird about any of it. I had already let him touch me, kiss me, grind up against me. We sucked each other’s dicks, and it was awesome. If anything, I was the last person who could pretend to be the straight police. I just didn’t really know how to respond to this whole confession thing. If anything, it was kind of hot to talk about.

I thought about how stupid it would be to act shocked, considering the stuff I had already done with him. If anything, I had proved twice now that I wasn’t exactly the poster boy for straight‑guy panic. I told him, "That's kind of cool. I've never done anything like this before. Just girls. Unless you count playing sports." I chuckled. "That gets gay as hell. But not like..." I gestured to our crotches. "Not like... that. But yeah I’m not freaking out."

He searched my face like he needed to double‑check I meant it, like he couldn’t tell if I was pretending. For a second he looked scared, almost bracing for me to step back and act like everything between us had been a one‑time "oops." But I didn’t move. I stayed there with his hands still on my hips, and part of me knew that said more than anything I could have explained.

He studied my face like he didn’t trust my response yet. Like he thought any second I’d laugh it off or push him away or blame him for making me gay or something like that. Dynamics between guys can get complicated, especially once you’re hooking up and in some questioning phase.

But I didn’t move. I stayed still with his hands on my hips, and something in his expression loosened. Brody took a small step closer, pressing his hips into me, his face close enough that I could feel the heat from him on my face and neck. My pulse kicked up again.

"You want to go back inside?" he asked, but his voice didn’t match the question. He sounded like he already knew the answer.

"No," I said back.

He breathed out slowly. "Good."

Between the rose bushes, He backed me against the alley wall slowly, not slamming me, just guiding me until my shoulders touched the cool brick. His hands stayed on my hips, then slid up under my shirt for a second, feeling the lines of my stomach before settling at my waist again. We were close enough that our breaths mixed. He looked at my mouth, then at my eyes, then back at my mouth, like he was waiting for a sign. 

When he finally leaned in, it was gentle, cautious at first. Then, when I pressed my tongue back into his mouth, he grew hungrier, like he had been holding this in. We massaged each other’s tongues, gripping each other around the shoulders and pecs, and pulling each other in. His thigh pressed between mine and I felt myself get harder as I pressed my hips against him, and he reacted to that too, shifting his pelvis closer to me. Our bodies lined up and he kept one hand on my waist while the other moved up the back of my neck, holding me there.

He pushed on my shoulder and spun me around as he continued to play with my body, my ass. He pulled my pants down, exposing my butt to the cool air, and I knew it was time. He knelt down and spread my cheeks apart. I was grateful I had showered not long before this, but I was still nervous about him being that close to my ass. He made my insecurities vanish when he leaned forward and licked my ass, quickly shoving his tongue deep inside. I felt myself tense around him as he ate me out in circles and random movements of his tongue. I turned my head to look but didn’t want to change the position since it felt so good. My eyes met the rose bush right next to us. I could smell them, since they had just bloomed. I breathed in deep through my nose, trying to remember every detail of this moment.

While Brody was in the middle of eating me out, Charlie suddenly stepped out into the back alley and saw us. His jaw dropped but he didn't say anything. I didn't want to alert Brody. I just gestured for him to leave, and luckily he did.

It finally hit me how hot it was that we had gotten caught. I didn’t really have a good reason to hide it, and something about being watched while I was getting eaten out made me hornier than I had ever been.

Brody continued unabated, until I whispered. "Try to fuck me. I don't know if it'll work but try."

He stood up and quickly pressed between my cheeks. I tensed naturally, but tried to relax. Luckily, my horniness seemed to overpower my instincts, and I was able to loosen up. The pre-cum and saliva mixture between my butt cheeks spread my tight hole and he entered me, finally popping in. It wasn't as strange as I expected. I guessed the years of sticking a finger and stuff in there just for fun had paid off, and I knew how to relax even though I never thought I'd be using that for sexual reasons. 

He leaned forward and breathed in my ear, kissing my neck as he started to rub the tip of himself in and out of me, warming me up to it. I breathed through the pressure and enjoyed the way his body felt against me.

As I got more comfortable with what he was doing, I wanted to see the work up close. 

“I want to turn around,” I said. 

He pulled out of me slowly and I turned around. I stepped out of my pants, leaving my shirt on. He put his hands on my hips, and effortlessly lifted me by the ass as I put my legs around him. He held me up against the wall and started pushing into me again. I looked down and watched as he literally banged me, exploding the idea of sex in my head in real time. He started to thrust, pushing my body repeatedly into the wall, my legs flopping around kind of wildly in the air. 

My hard dick was banging between our stomachs, and through all the strange sensations of getting fucked, I felt like I was still getting pushed toward cumming. I just breathed through, letting Brody continue his avid thrillseeking on my ass and body. Brody's hands cupped my buttcheeks while he drilled me into the wall. Eventually, it actually started to feel a little too good, and I knew I was going to cum as my dick rubbed between us. 

“I’m gonna cum, dude,” I said. “I think I’m actually gonna cum.”

“Me too,” he said. 

He went faster, and the pangs of pressure only added to the sensation as I felt my whole lower body tense.

He came inside me, pulsing into me and freezing as he pressed our chests together.

“Can I go again?” he asked before he even pulled out, seeing that I hadn’t cum yet.

“My butt needs a break dude,” I said, letting my body go limp.

He gently placed me down, but I couldn’t fully stand yet, so I held onto his shoulders. He reached down and jerked me, putting his forehead against mine. He breathed into me as he stroked me rapidly. 

“Good boy,” he whispered, just as I shot a load out. It hit his dick and his thighs, dripping down his legs, and he didn’t even get out of the way. 

He kissed the side of my head while I came.

We cleaned up almost silently, barely commenting on what had happened, just helping each other find out clothes. When we were presentable, we started to head back in.

I looked at my phone, and saw there was a video in the frat group chat, from the point of view of a window above us in the alley.