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Chapter 5: Fratology 101

The party started slowly, when a couple guys I knew from high school showed up first. I felt a little nervous on behalf of Tyler. I fingered the little bottle of baby oil I had stashed in my pocket, in case it was needed later. Tyler said hi to the guys but didn’t really react much. Then a few girls showed up, and that made the guys act louder, basically peacocking for attention, comparing muscles and stuff like that. The music was low, the sun was setting, and I turned the pool lights on. It was the perfect setting for some fun.

When a girl that I knew came up to me and said, “You gotta show off that chest you put so much effort into,” while unbuttoning my shirt for me, I saw Tyler cringe a little, but he also chuckled. I could tell he wasn’t exactly the jealous type, but of course a bit of flirtation was hard to ignore.

Tyler stayed near me as the party went on. Not exactly clinging, just keeping me close like a security blanket. I kind of liked it, but my goal was to open him up a bit, when he was ready. But then again, I was leaving to go back to campus the next morning, and it made sense that we would spend the last night together. 

He wore swim trunks, his shirt half unbuttoned, same as me. His curly, blonde hair was still a little damp from the Jacuzzi. He looked good. Confident as he watched people trickle in. I was weary of him feeling a bit intimidated, but I remembered my first few parties, and knew that it was only a matter of time.

I introduced him casually to a few people. Then I got to Dean.

"Sup, this is Tyler,” I said, throwing an arm around his shoulder, “We’re neighbors."

Dean was in my frat, a year above me, and I was surprised he had shown up, but I was glad he did. He was a life-of-the-party type. He was tall, and literally always wore a tank top, showing off his arms, which he spent a couple hours on every single day at the gym, and a backwards hat, which was essentially a constitutive element of his head. I had known him for months and I had genuinely zero idea what his hair even looked like.

He shook Tyler’s hand, and I could tell from Tyler’s face that Dean was squeezing a bit too hard. I winced even though it was Tyler’s hand enduring it.

"Pre-pledge?" Dean said as he finally let got of Tyler’s hand, smirking.

Tyler hesitated. "What do you mean?"

“You pledging next year, bro??” he said insistently.

“I don’t… know?” Tyler responded, half laughing.

“He hasn’t picked a school yet. Admissions don’t even come out for a couple months,” I said, trying to mitigate the onslaught of broeyness emanating out of Dean’s sweaty pecs.

Dean nudged him again.

"You sure you’re ready for college, bro?" Dean asked.

"Watch it," I said calmly. "He’s cool, dude."

Dean held my gaze for a second, then turned to Tyler.

"My bad bro, just messing with you." He reached out for a dab.

To my surprise, Tyler reacted warmly, smiling as he dabbed him up. Their hands collided with a clean smack sound.

The tension cracked.

A couple of girls from my school showed up a few minutes later. Loud. Flirty. Already in the party mood.

One of them, Brooke, looked Tyler up and down, smiling with a fake, influencer style expression that immediately made me roll my eyes internally.

"Oh my god," she said. "He’s like… a twink."

Tyler’s face flushed instantly.

Something in me tightened. I stepped in before it got weirder. I just said the first thing that came to mind that might defend him in some way.

"I’m not sure exactly what a twink is," I said lightly, "but he’s an awesome bro.”

The girls were silent for a second, side-eying each other. Tyler looked at me, almost rolling his eyes at the words I had chosen. Then he smirked at me, as if to say, no, it’s all good. 

I narrowed my eyes at him for a second, as if to ask, you sure?

Then I added, loudly,”He does have a nice, fat ass though."

Tyler burst out laughing, a few guys nearby did the same, chuckling, not knowing what we were even talking about.

The little blonde stud turned around dramatically, wiggling his hips like he was a male stripper.

Everyone in the immediate circle laughed.

I gave his ass a firm smack.

Dean furrowed his brow at me, confused. Processing.

Brooke rolled her eyes but she was smiling now.

Tyler spun back around, grinning, a little flushed but not embarrassed anymore.

The party was on.

—[]—

As the night picked up, people started making out in the pool. Dean had some girl straddling him on the edge of the water. He was just in his underwear, but his hat was still on. I chuckled out loud when I noticed. The music was loud. The atmosphere was good.

Tyler was sitting on a patio chair, talking to some guy. It was cool to see him actually chat with people. When the guy got up to talk to a girl who walked by, Tyler was alone, half smiling, sipping a red cup. I sat down next to him, our knees touching.

"You alright?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah," he said. Then softer, "It’s fun. It’s easy to relax once you realize no one is judging you."

"Yeah,” I said, “Exactly.”

“But honestly, you hang out with people like this all the time?” He gestured to a guy flexing his muscles in a girl’s face while she looked annoyed and turned away.

“Umm, yeah,” I said, “But I see your point.”

“And this is what college is like for you?”

“I mean,” I hesitated, “There’s also classes.”

We chuckled, and then we were silent for a moment.

“Maybe I’d rather spend time with you than them,” I said with a shrug.

“I had a feeling,” he said, looking away at the pool. Then he tilted his head, like an idea had occurred to him.

He turned back to me and narrowed his eyes, a devious smirk creeping up his face. “So, you really think I have a nice ass?”

I scrunched up my face. “Umm, yes?? What do you think I’ve been unloading my jizz into all week??”

He chuckled. “You wanna prove it to me one more time, before you go back tomorrow?”

My eyes lit up. “Here?” I looked around at the people partying around us.

His jaw flexed once before he finally looked at me again. He raised his eyebrows, smirking at me.

Just then, the music got loud enough and everyone started bouncing around more. They were distracted. He grabbed my wrist.

He pulled me behind the pool shed. We weren’t completely hidden, just out of direct sight. Silhouettes moved in the water. Someone laughed loudly near the diving board. He pushed me against the wall, and stood up on his tip toes to kiss me. Our bare chests touched, and his hips pushed into me, our shorts getting tighter.

A random guy and girl I didn’t even know stumbled out of the shadows right next to us. We both flinched upon seeing them, but they just walked by like they didn’t want to be noticed.

It felt reckless, but Tyler’s hard dick against my thigh made it necessary.

"You sure?" I asked.

"I’m not afraid," he replied.

I pulled out the secret little bottle of baby oil I’d been walking around with.

He raised an eyebrow. "You’re unbelievable."

I poured some oil into my palm and ran it down his chest, slowly, taking my time on his soft skin. The oil caught the string lights, and his lean chest glistened. His little nipples were hard with the cool night air, and I played with one of them, rubbing the oil into it in little circles, as I leaned down to kiss him hard. I felt his body grow in excitement against me, his abdomen quivering against my hips.

He inhaled sharply as my hands slid lower, stopping at his waistband. I pulled them down to mid thigh, exposing his body to the night air as I rubbed my lubed hands around his perky cheeks. The round mounds felt like melons against my palms, and he returned the affectation, slipping into my shorts and groping my bigger, muscular ass before dropping my shorts and reaching for my hefty cock with both hands. 

He held my girth as I moaned into his mouth. I felt his hands struggle to wrap all the way around it as I grew to steely hardness in his grip, the semi-public nature of the encounter making it hotter.

“Fuck, baby,” I moaned into his ear, “What do you wanna do with my cock?”

I could tell that calling him baby had triggered something in him. He looked up at me.

“I’m gonna chug this dick,” he moaned, just as I slipped a finger in his ass, feeling his hole tighten around me. 

He dropped to his knees and did exactly what he said he would. My cock was buried in his throat within seconds as he fought off a gag. I heard him gurgle against my crotch as he struggled to keep my length inside him. His throat was bulging out, and his eyelids peeled open. He looked up at me through watery eyes, and I looked down at his adorable, horny face that made me want to do unspeakable things.

He rubbed his boner rapidly as he started to bob up and down, using only his lips and tongue and throat to pleasure my cock, which looked way too big for his tiny mouth. As skilled as he was, I knew it had to be too much for him, but this was his thing, and he loved it.

“You’re so fucking good at that,” I said, putting a hand on his ear as he paused to run his tongue in circles around the head. “You’re gonna make me cum already.”

He pulled off my dick with an audible pop, and got a certain, curious look in his eye. He looked lost in the moment, feeling the same as me. His face was halfway between crying and smiling and being out of breath, as he kept working himself, looking up at me.

He grabbed my hips and turned me around. I went along with it, almost chuckling to myself, picturing him playing with my big, pale ass again, wondering what would happen if someone saw us. They were only a few feet away. Even part of the pool was visible from where we were. 

Still, I stuck out my ass and let my globes of glute fall away from each other, arching my back like Miley Cyrus, naked in public and not giving a fuck what anyone saw. He dove into my ass and shoved his tongue deep inside me quickly.

I flinched at first, but melted into it as soon as he started running circles inside me with his tongue. The random directions that thing found inside me had me basically quivering, until I finally moaned, “You wanna…?”

He kept his hands on my ass, playing with my glutes as he pulled away for a second. “Wanna what?” 

I knew he knew, but he wanted me to say it.

“You wanna fuck me, baby?”

I heard him moan a little through an exhale, as he stood up behind me. We were actually going to do it this time, no stopping short. He rubbed some oil off his chest and coated his dick as he lined up with my exposed hole. I closed my eyes and braced as he slowly applied pressure. 

He put a hand on my back, rubbing me in a soothing motion as I grabbed my rock hard cock, trying to keep my composure. He pressed into me slowly, and the pressure was intense. I couldn’t believe how easily he took my giant cock when his dong was doing this to me.

I rubbed myself forcefully, trying to capture the pleasure as I did this thing. 

I was doing something new. With Tyler. That was the important part.

He got all the way inside me, and I felt myself start to relax. He was a smaller guy, so he couldn’t control my body like when I was fucking him, but as he started humping me, he was certainly having a good time.

Through his awkward lack of rhythm and sporadic pacing, his breath caught repeatedly, like he was about to choke on air with all the sensations going through him. 

He started to slow down, eventually freezing inside me, as I held my dick tightly, keeping myself on the edge. 

“Are you gonna cum in me?” I said suggestively. 

“No,” he said quickly.

“I want you to fuck the cum out of me.”

I smiled, straightening up my body to let his dick fall out of me. He switched places with me and faced the wall.

“No,” I said, “I wanna look at your face.”

He looked at me like I was a god, completely submissive and vulnerable in the moment, giving himself to me. He loved everything that was going on. I pulled out the baby oil, reaching around him to finger him deeply while I shoved my tongue into his mouth. He could barely stand, putty in my hands as his hard dick leaked pre-cum against my thigh. He humped me as we kissed, like he had gotten used to the humping motion. 

Just as I lifted up his light body and pressed him against the wall, and he wrapped his legs around me, someone whooped near the pool. I barely heard the sound, but I knew someone had spotted us. We ignored it as I reached down to guide myself inside him, never breaking eye contact.

“Fuck me hard,” he said, “I want it to hurt a little bit. It’s better.”

I saw the tension in his eyes fade away as I popped the head inside, the greasy lube on his tight hole pleasuring both of us. I held his hips as I fucked him into the wall, going rough right away. He released little whimpers as I started humping quickly, ready to cum after everything he had done to me already. 

“Oh, damn… damn… damn,” he repeated every few seconds, like it was the only curse word he could remember in the moment. He was such an innocent dude, despite what I had learned about him. I started kissing him, and his groans went into my mouth, pushing  me closer to my impending orgasm.

At one point he pulled back slightly, his breath uneven.

"Can you… take a video of this?" he asked.

"Now?"

"Yeah. I want to see what it looks like. And remember this."

I didn’t want to stop the moment, but more than that I wanted to make the dude happy. 

I nodded.

Without taking myself out of him, I grabbed his shorts with my foot and brought them up to my hand. I wanted to use his phone so that he would own the video, and do what he wanted with it, in case he got scared later that I had a video of him. I grabbed the phone quickly out of the pocket, and started recording. I adjusted the angle carefully, the string lights and pool lights illuminating our bodies as I zoomed in on his face, then my thick cock penetrating his hole, disappearing under his balls. Music faint in the background, I took one second of video of my face as well, so he could see everything, before I dropped the phone onto his shorts on the ground, still recording as it faced up between my legs. I was picturing how hot that video would be, showing me dumping a lot into this boy from below. 

“You want my cum, baby?” I said, picking up the pace again as I felt a bead of sweat drip from my face onto his. 

“Yeah,” he said. 

I grabbed his cock, giving it a quick squeeze as I gave my final thrusts deep into his warm depths. The last thing I needed in order to cum was his pulsing hole against my shaft, his tensing abdomen applying pressure to my cock. 

He started cumming easily, his quick trigger apparent as a big, white squirt shot up to his own hair, streaking his face and chest. 

It felt surreal knowing the camera was there, as I crossed the edge and felt my whole lower body throb. My hole felt different now, like it was part of the orgasm.

We looked each other in the eye as we finished together.

“It’s so good,” he squeaked out softly, in the middle of an amazing orgasm. 

As we came down from our highs, I set his body down slowly, letting myself slip out of him.

I turned my head to see Dean watching us from the pool, a dazed look on his face. Tyler was putting on his shorts and didn’t notice as he gave us; a gentle nod, and a slow thumbs up. 

Afterward, we sat side by side at the side of the pool, watching the short clip on his phone.

A few guys were still hanging in my backyard, chatting as the party was winding down.

It just looked like gay porn. It was surreal that it was me in the video.

“I think I look good, honestly,” I said, chuckling,

“So do I,” Tyler said. “It’s crazy that i can take that monster cock.”

I shifted.

"It’s hot," he said quietly.

I looked at him instead of the screen.

"You keeping it?" I asked.

"Yeah. I won’t share it."

I believed him implicitly. That was another strange feeling.

When we stepped back into the house, I saw Dean talking to Brook, she was touching his chest a bit as they talked, clearly about to hook up. Dean glanced at us for half a second. Brooke raised an eyebrow.

—[]—

I went back to campus the next day, having to get to class before my parents got home. The last morning with Tyler was sweet. He didn’t have to ask what was going to happen with us. I told him to visit the next weekend, and he did.

He got to come to a couple more college parties since then, and he’s been visiting almost every weekend. I told him I loved him a couple weeks later, when we were just eating muffins at a cafe on campus. He almost cried, but he didn’t say it back until the next day. It was sweet. My parents are definitely starting to suspect something, but his haven’t noticed, of course. 

Admissions decisions come out soon, so fingers are crossed.