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Chapter 8: Afterparty

The pandemonium of the party felt loose and unpredictable. No one was tired, and out of those left with us in the living room, we basically had full approval from the frat guys for our gay dalliances. It was liberating, and with the older guys in the frat signing on and joining in, I finally stopped questioning it in my head. Brody, through his loutish and carefree sexual energy, had started a new thing in the frat. The whole house was running on hazy party energy that kept guys wandering around, laughing, pushing each other, showing off naked. The video reveal had already energized everyone, and the ensuing beauty contest and dick size competition had made it impossible not to explore some more dicks beyond Brody's. Finding Ryan's secret monster was the highlight of my night, until he let me eat him out and fuck him, which was the cherry on top. The sex show we put on basically started a pile of groaning college boys pumping into each other.

I sat next to Ryan, naked on the couch, watching the way Brody, Jake, and Charlie moved together in that tangled, breathless pile on the rug. Brody was a sex toy being used by the alpha boys of the frat. I couldn’t believe how easily he fit into all of it, taking them in both ends, while his big dick throbbed and flopped around underneath him. It was crazy how casually his body gyrated between them like a motor. It was like he had been doing this for years. The lighting was low, illuminated mostly by the porn on the TV, and their bodies kept crossing in and out of shadow, arms sliding, backs arching, legs hooking, all of it just short of anything I couldn’t look at.

Just as I noted the distinct smell of "too many guys around," flashing back to my years in locker rooms, and how it wasn't a negative thing anymore, Ryan’s thigh brushed mine. At first it was almost accidental, but after a second, he didn’t move it. I looked down at his gargantuan cock, putting all the rest of us to shame, rivaled only by Brody, and I let my hand rest on my knee. He nudged a little closer, testing whether I’d pull away or not, and I moved my hand to his knee. It was time to start up a second round with him.

He glanced down at where our legs touched. “You still horny?” he whispered.

“Yeah,” I said quietly. “You?”

He nodded, his naive, blue eyes flicking up at me, then back at the guys on the floor. He seemed intimidated by their powerful fucking, after I had just gently cream pied him and sucked him off to completion. 

“Do you wanna fuck me?” I asked. 

“Yeah,” he said quickly, jumping up onto me. 

His leaner body on top of me was a contrast to Brody’s muscular dominance, and I easily picked him up and set him on his feet between my legs. He squatted down as I lay back on the couch, lifting my legs to my shoulders to give him access to my ass. 

“Go for it,” I said. 

He started to probe his unfairly large cock between my cheeks, but a bit of sweat and pre-cum was not enough. I looked around and saw the little bottle of lube on the floor. 

“There,” I said, pointing at it. 

But when Ryan picked it up, he held it upside down, indicating that it was empty. The heaving beasts had used it all up, leaving us with nothing to aid our own penetration ambitions, until a new idea occurred to me.

“Are any of you guys about to cum?” I said to the tangled mess of Brody, Charlie and Jake. 

“Me,” Jake and Charlie said in unison.

“Me too,” Brody said from below.

“Can you guys cum on me? We need lube.” I lifted up my legs, showing my bare hole to them. 

“Sure,” Charlie said, not even acting like he realized how crazy this was. 

In seconds, they were surrounding me, holding my legs up, pressing their dicks at my ass like they wanted to fuck me, but just kept jerking off. I grabbed Ryan’s dick and pulled him to my face. I wanted to taste more of him. 

Soon the guys were spitting on my hole, and sticking fingers in me while I sucked on Ryan. They all kept jerking themselves until finally Charlie blurted out a quick, “Aight.”

He leaned forward and released a strong rope of white goo, followed by some more dribbles that sagged on his hand, splashing around with his repeated follow-through strokes on his shaft. He wiped the rest of my cheeks and used his boner to push it into my hole. He even started to penetrate me a bit, and it made me release a moan with Ryan’s dick still stretching my lips.

Then suddenly Jake was ready. “I’m cumming,” he said urgently, nudging Charlie out of the way with his hips as he touched the head of his dick to my hole and started releasing. 

It partially went directly inside me, then subsequent squirts dripped down my butt cheeks. He started to probe me with his finger, like he was stuffing the cum into me, when Brody started cumming unannounced from the side of us. His shots went flying, streaking my balls and my butt cheeks and thighs. It was so hot seeing all those loads aimed at my ass, and I hadn’t even gotten fucked by the big dick yet. 

I held Ryan’s dick by the base and took it out of my mouth, looking up at him. “Try now.”

He tentatively got off the couch and stood between my legs, his obscene cock jutting out between us. It was red and throbbing, almost angry looking, as he squatted down and lined up again. 

“That doesn’t look right,” Charlie said, shaking his head. 

“It’s way too big,” Brody added. 

Jake’s dick hung floppy over his balls, his arms crossed as he stood to the side, watching with the rest of us to see what would happen. It was so exciting to be taking the biggest dick in the frat. It felt like the perfect climax of this recent experiment I had started with Brody. I never expected to be surrounded by dudes taking turns shitting loads in and on me, but I didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Ryan probed my ass gently with his big dick, scooping up the globs of three loads that were spattered around my ass. He started to push but my hole rejected him. He wanted it, and his pole of steel flesh throbbed angrily against me, but he was too timid to force it in. I grabbed his hips and guided him in, trying to get his knob past the ring.

Nothing was working. His face strained, red and breathless. A bead of sweat collected at the tip of his nose, and fell down, landing on my balls. Brody came up behind him, pressing his hips into Ryan’s, the contrast of the big, muscular jock and the slim, timid twink made me feel like I was in a surreal comic book rather than a very real frat house. Together, they pushed.

And suddenly, Ryan’s big cock popped into me.

My hole constricted tensely at the intrusion. I felt a familiar burning sensation, like when Brody first put it into me, but stronger. 

“Fuck,” I said, but seeing the trepidation on Ryan’s face, I corrected quickly, “No! Don’t stop!”

I didn’t want to quit before the miracle happened. 

“Keep going.”

He slid into me slowly, adding another glob of spit to the mixture of cum and saliva already coating his dick. 

“That’s it,” I said, trying to pretend like it didn’t hurt. It was so hot seeing it happen, and I knew it would feel good eventually. 

Charlie knelt down on the couch next to me, watching up close, like he was surveying the action. Jake stayed off to the side, not wanting to miss the big show.

I watched Ryan bite his lower lip, as Brody started to nibble on his neck from behind. He was humping against him, like he was fucking him from behind. I felt his energy transferred through Ryan’s body, like they were fucking me together. Ryan had become another sex toy. Like Brody was fucking me with Ryan’s dick. 

When he was about halfway in, I started to stroke myself to stay hard, and Charlie reached down to replace my hand right away. I let my hands hold my knees up, focusing on taking the dick while Charlie leaned down to blow me. Less of an attempt at sexual satisfaction, it felt more like solidarity than anything else. He swallowed as much of me as he could, as Ryan started to pull in and out of me, his boyish body timidly convulsing at random times, like he was trying not to cum already.

I looked up into Ryan’s innocent eyes, as his face showed confusion, his jaw dropped like he was in shock that this was happening. “Is this your first time having sex… with anyone?”

He looked at me, his cheeks turning even redder somehow. He gave the subtle nod. 

“Yeah,” he whispered.

I reached up for the back of his neck, and brought his head down to mine. I touched his forehead to mine, and looked him in the eye. With my other hand, I reached down to grab his taut little twink glute, and squeezed hard.

I wanted to say something, but couldn’t think of anything. I pulled him farther into me by his ass, and shoved my tongue in his mouth. His tongue reacted immediately, twitching against mine and massaging me back. Our tongues danced for a moment before I felt his body twitch and convulse in my arms. I felt my hole expand in pulses as he started to unload inside me.

“Fuck dude,” Brody said, “I can see his taint pulsing.”

Brody and Jake bent down to watch as Ryan unloaded his boy jizz inside me. I could feel it, hot and wet, adding in some way to the load he put into my stomach minute earlier. 

I pulled his head away from me by the back of his hair, keeping him an inch away.

“You’re a man now,” I breathed into his face. 

His half-lidded eyes showed satisfaction, relief, exhaustion and pleasure all at once. I held him in my arms as I let him collapse on top of me, his rod buried inside me. I rolled us to the side and got on top of him, slowly lifting myself off of him until his dick was free. He looked up at me the whole time, like he was in awe of what had happened. 

Charlie’s loud presence returned, bringing us back out of our daze. A few guys never actually left the room, just hanging over by the pool table, half watching what was going on with us on the couch and in front of the TV. I looked at them sort of bewildered. 

Charlie clapped his hands together and said, “Guess that’s another bonding activity guys can do in this frat now… if they want.”

A few guys laughed. A couple nodded like they were seriously considering it. Brody bumped his shoulder lightly into mine, acting unphased, even as several of us were lying around naked and covered in sex juices.

Jake pointed at us from the stairwell. “As long as we’re bi, we can still get girls too. That’s the important part.”

Someone else chimed in, “Yeah, that’s the rule now. Bi, open-minded, and still on the team.”

It was frat logic. Dumb, easy, accepting in the way only frat boys can be.

Ryan laughed suddenly. “This frat is unbeatable, dude. I’m so glad I’m pledging this one.”

Charlie nodded, still stretched out like he was posing. “I’m telling you. New tradition.”

Ryan covered his face with his hands again, but Brody gently pulled them down. “Relax, man. You did great.”

It wasn’t weird or tense. It honestly felt like an instant new normal.

Lying there with Brody’s shoulder pressed against mine, Ryan’s knee resting on my thigh, and Charlie’s foot nudging my ankle, I realized this wasn’t going to be a one-night thing. 

While the energy for the “bi nights” in the frat came and went over the next couple years, we always had some sort of regular hookup sessions going on after that night. Brody even took a year as a semi-official service position in the frat, where he would “relieve” guys during finals week. 

Looking back, these early nights with the frat guys shaped my sex life permanently. Even when I eventually met the girl I fell in love with. I know, might be kind of disappointing that I ended up with a girl, but we are very open minded and I still fuck around with dudes from time to time.

But those nights with Brody were the first times I finally stopped pretending I only had one side to me.