When A Girl Canceled On Us 09 (Patreon)

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Chapter 9: Team Effort

Brandon and I kept making out as people watched, our bodies pressed together, heat building between us and making us sweat again.  We got hard and started moving against each other, slow at first, then a little more actively. I reached down and grabbed his bare dick, squeezing it and feeling his heartbeat through his cock against my palm, and he squeezed my ass in his hands, pulling me closer. Our hips kept rocking, our breaths mixing between us, the whole room fading out around us. 

“Guys, stop,” Jimmy said, but I didn’t.

I got down on my knees, letting my instincts fly in front of the whole group. 

“Ok…” someone said, but I barely heard it. I looked at his monster pointing at me.

But Brandon grabbed my head and started laughing. 

“Ok, we should stop,” he said, holding my forehead and stopping me from leaning forward. 

I sighed, turning red, finally finding some sense of shame that had left me. When we stood up and started grabbing our clothes, people finally started to talk. 

“So you guys are gay?” Jimmy asked.

“We’re lovers,” Brandon said, smirking.

I just grimaced a bit.

“He hates that word,” Brandon added. 

The general response from the group was a mix of cheerful acceptance, awkward laughs, and a few confused questions. Some of the guys clapped me on the back like I’d just won a game, others just stared, trying to figure out what they’d actually seen. I looked past them and spotted the same little awkward freshman from the showers, standing near the doorway like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to be there. He’d clearly been watching the whole time. When our eyes met, his face went red and he snapped his head the other direction, pretending to be interested in a poster on the wall. It made my stomach twist, not exactly with shame, but with this weird awareness that people I didn’t even know were now part of whatever Brandon and I had just started. I hoped he learned something from what he saw.

Some other guys asked us a couple questions, but it was the response from the group grew lax as we all got dressed. Soon we were talking about the party at the house coming up that night and what hot girls were going to be there. 

“Hope you guys still like pussy,” Jimmy said, poking me with his elbow as we left the building. 

Jake came up behind me as we walked. “Didn’t think that would happen today.”

“You just wanted to see us shower with everyone and see what would happen,” I said back.

“Maybe,” he said with a wink .

Back at the house, we got ready for the party. I was wondering how the guys would act around me now that they saw me do what I did with Brandon. Would they stop slapping my ass as much? Would it be weird around me? What about Brandon?

To my surprise, I was actually the recipient of more ass slaps than normal that day. It felt like a subtle token of support, in a weird way. 

When the party started, a bunch of people showed up early. I wondered what was going on, until this random girl showed me on her phone that our frat had made a post saying our party tonight was a “coming out party”. It showed a pic of Brandon and me making out naked in the locker room, with a big emoji censoring our dicks and butts. 

I laughed. “Oh my god.”

She tilted her head. “You didn’t even know?”

“No,” I said, chuckling, “But that is me in the pic.”

She just nodded, starting to dance. “Slay.”

As the night went on, I kept losing and finding Brandon in the crowd like he was part of the house itself. One minute he was near the front door, calmly guiding a stumbling sophomore back toward his friends, the next he was by the kitchen, confiscating a bottle from someone who was way too gone. Every time I spotted him, his height made it easy. He stood out over everyone else, shoulders broad, moving with confidence and an energy that commanded respect, even thought he was just a sweet guy.

I drifted over a few times, pretending I just happened to pass by, but really I just wanted to be near him. Whenever he saw me near him, his hands gravitated toward me, groping my butt and giving me the PDA thrill I had learned to love. The music was loud, the floor basically vibrating under our feet, bodies packed shoulder to shoulder. When I finally grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the dance floor, he gave me a look like he was about to say no, then just laughed and followed.

"You’re supposed to be behaving," he said, leaning down so I could hear him.

"I am behaving," I shot back. "I’m just dancing. Very wholesome stuff."

He rolled his eyes but let his hands settle on my hips anyway, pulling me into him and grinding our dicks into each other as we got hard together on the dance floor. The first time we moved together like that in the middle of everyone, my heart was pounding. It felt different than the locker room, different than being alone. There were people everywhere, but nobody seemed shocked. If anything, a few girls cheered and gave us thumbs‑ups as they passed.

The whole place had this weirdly open energy. Among the sea of blonde girls and sweaty frat guys, there were a couple other dudes making out near the wall, totally unbothered by anyone around them. It made the whole thing feel less like a spectacle and more like just another party moment. I even saw one dude getting head from someone on the couch in the back of the room, it might've been a guy doing it. I couldn't even tell for sure. That made it more exciting.

Jimmy was on the dance floor a few feet away, going all out like he always did, his curly brown hair bouncing with every move. He caught my eye and grinned, pointing at us like we were the entertainment for the night. I laughed and shook my head at him.

"You having fun?" Brandon asked quietly in my ear between songs.

I nodded. "Yeah. Actually… yeah. This is kind of awesome."

He reached his hand into my pants and grabbed my butt, subtle, almost hidden by the crowd. We kept moving together for another minute before someone tugged on his shoulder, asking for help with something near the door.

"Duty calls," he said, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Don’t get into trouble without me."

"No promises," I replied.

He disappeared back into the crowd, and I stayed on the dance floor for a bit, watching the party swirl around me. In a weirdly new way, everything felt easy. Not perfect, not simple, but easy enough to just breathe and let the night happen. The music, the lights, the noise, the way people kept smiling at me instead of staring.

It really did feel like a coming‑out party, even if none of it had been planned.

When Brandon was finally “off duty”, he really let loose a bit. We made out on the dance floor and played with each other's bodies for a long time before he pressed me back against a wall. He lifted me up and I put my legs around his waist, holding on to him tightly as he grinded his hard dick against me through his pants. I got so horny, I felt like I was going to explode if I didn’t get his dick inside me.

“I want your dick so bad right now,” I shouted over the music into his ear. 

He didn’t say anything, just reached down to pull out his big dick, hooking his pants under his large balls as he leaned forward, pressing his meaty rod up under my shirt, caressing my abs. 

My breathing was difficult, we were in an even more public place than the locker room. There were guys and girls all around us. I reached down to hold his dick, grabbing his head with my other hand to bring him toward me. We continued to make out while he held me up in the air against the wall. 

When he finally dropped me, I fell to my knees, turning him around to face the wall. I got my mouth on his big meat as quickly as I could, bobbing my head while the blue and green lights shifted around my head. The whole world went into slow motion. I knew people would watch, but that only made it hotter.

Brandon’s hands found the back of my head, and I was lost in the moment for a long time. I have no idea how much time passed before I felt something new, a third hand on the back of my head. 

I opened my eyes slowly, curious who was joining the party. Probably one of the other gay guys, I thought to myself. In my head, I was hoping it was the one cute one that I saw getting head on the couch earlier, but when I tilted my head slowly, looking up in the dim light, keeping the head of Brandon’s meaty manhood in my mouth, I chuckled internally when I saw Jimmy standing there. 

He smiled nervously, nodding in a “sup” way to me, as he stood to my side, pushing my head harder onto Brandon’s big meat. We didn’t speak as he continued to participate in his own way, pressing me down onto the biggest cock in the frat, probably the whole school. 

Naturally, it wasn’t long before Jimmy revealed his own dick, hard as a rock, dropping his pants just enough to let it out, inches from my head.

A small crowd had gathered to watch, a few frat brothers and a few familiar faces from our parties. I saw some phones recording, and it only spurred me on.

Might as well give them a good show.

I reached out for Jimmy’s dick. Even under the colored lights, it was pink like mine, and the head was as red as an apple. I could smell it already, the familiar scent of male dick, but somehow a bit different when they were hard and horny. It was like a special pheromone that only gets released from the crotch of a horny male. 

I guess I had thought a bit too long about the details of male aromas, because Brandon took it upon himself to grab my head this time, pushing me onto Jimmy’s dick. 

I ran my tongue around the head of his dick, and was sort of shocked at how easy it was to suck it. His cock wasn’t a small meal, but compared to Brandon’s it was like a nice fit, not impeding me. As I pressed it to the back of my through, I noticed how I could really focus on hitting all the pleasure points without worrying about breaking my jaw. He made some pre-cum immediately, and I slurped it up. It tasted just like mine, and Brandon’s 

Brandon tapped me on the head with his big dick, and the weight of it made me almost flinch. I grabbed it and turned my attention back to him, keeping Jimmy’s in my hand while I worked Brandon with my mouth. I felt like the most special guy in the world as I got to service two dicks at once.

Brandon suddenly reached down under my arms and lifted me up, making out with me as our dicks touched, getting each other wet. Jimmy’s face was quickly mixed in, his tongue breaching my mouth as he fought Brandon for real estate on my tongue. 

They lifted me up together and brought me to the couch. Brandon’s body ended up on top of me, his weight keeping my chest down as Jimmy crawled above my head, aiming his dick at my face. Brandon kissed me down my body, lifting my shirt to lick my stomach, while my arms reached up to brace against Jimmy’s hips, guiding his dick back into my mouth. 

Soon I was taking a mouth fucking while Brandon sucked my dick. It felt like my life couldn’t possibly get any better, until he slid my pants down and lifted my legs. 

I groaned around Jimmy’s dick as Brandon’s tongue ventured deep into my hole. 

Another dick of a guy whose face I couldn’t see appeared next to us as he squatted next to the couch. His size was between that of Jimmy and Brandon, a medium length and girth, and I was happy to add him to my experience as Brandon’s face gyrated wildly in my ass.

Truly embracing my horny slut mode, I was letting them take turns humping my face as Brandon got up to line himself up with my ass. 

Apparently someone gave him lube.

He pressed in and found my button, and I felt like I was going to cum right away. Apparently, my hole had sufficiently warmed up over the time I had spent with him so much that I was now able to take him fully like a true slut. 

All three of them took turns fucking me, and I had someone in my mouth most of the time as well. They flipped me around in various positions as I jerked and sucked and took dick in my ass for what felt like hours. 

At one point, while getting pounded by someone’s dick I couldn’t even identify, I looked up to see a couple random freshmen pointing their pale, veiny dicks at my face, giggling like little boys while holding red cups. I chuckled at their demeanor. It was like they were just trying it out because I was there, doing it ironically. 

I grabbed one of them and started jerking it while I pulled the other one toward me by his hip. I could feel his body relax as soon as I got him inside my mouth against my experienced tongue. I reached around to his pert little ass and groped him while I pulled him further into me. I put both hands on his ass and played with his hole as I rocked him in and out of my mouth, to the same rhythm that I was getting fucked in. He came in my mouth suddenly, in less than a minute.

I pulled off, ravenous and ready to take the next freshman into me, when I found another hand was on the other guy. A big hand.

I looked up to see Brandon’s big, satisfied dick hanging there next to the freshman, huge, red, floppy. He had clearly already cum inside me at some point, and I couldn’t even be sure when it happened. He was jerking off the freshman, aiming his dick right at my face. I looked up to meet eyes with Brandon, who looked down at me over his mountains of pectoral muscle. The freshman’s eyes were squinted shut, clearly enjoying Brandon’s hand too much. I opened my mouth and licked the tip of him just as he started to pump his load out. I caught it on my tongue and let it dribble down my chin, someone else holding my hips tight and freezing inside me, clearly dumping a load of their own. 

Brandon brushed the freshman away, leaning down to kiss me, mixing his spit with the freshman cum on my face as we ravenously dug into each other. A dick pulled out of me, and I melted back onto the couch as Brandon lay his naked stack of muscles on top of me, smothering me as he claimed me for his own in front of everyone. I felt cum in and around my ass while we basically just made out and cuddled on the couch. 

It was late, and there were just a few night owls left at the party, as Brandon started really snuggling like a cat trying to get warm. 

He lay beside me, holding me tight so I didn’t fall off the couch. He grabbed my dick and balls together, fondling them like he was studying me.

“Did you cum?” he asked. 

“Twice, I think,” I whispered, our sweaty foreheads rubbing together. 

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Despite the uproarious first night of my publicly gay life, the frat was surprisingly normal after that. I never learned who all fucked me that night, but based on comments over the next few days, it seemed like everyone took a turn in me. I didn’t even really care. I was happy that we got to have a night like that at least once in my college career.

The whole frat still joked, laughed, and did charity car washes in speedos for a laugh. Brandon and I finally settled on using the word “boyfriends”, and he stopped using the L-word that I hated. Jimmy occasionally hooked up with guys after that, later crediting me with helping him decide to “just be ok with it”.

There were plenty of ups and downs for the rest of the year, but Brandon actually got a job not far away, moving into the city when he graduated. I moved in with him the year after that, and the rest is history. 

I’ll always be grateful to that random girl, whose name I can’t even remember, for canceling on us that weekend.