Free-Use Boy 02 (Patreon)

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Chapter 2: Teasing

Cal followed me through the front doors of the Quad. I had only been on campus a few weeks, but he moved through the lobby comfortably. It hit me in that moment that freshmen must stand out so hard from the rest of the students. We walk around like hatchlings on the beach looking for the water out of instinct, flopping around aimlessly until we find a trail that our instincts tell us to follow. A couple girls at the front desk glanced at him as we passed. One of them smiled. He barely reacted. My brain, meanwhile, would not slow down.

The frat Cupcake.

The phrase had stuck in my head during the walk back from the house. It kept replaying while we headed down the hallway toward my dorm room. I unlocked the door and pushed it open, stepping aside so he could go in first, for some reason.

"Roommate's out," I said.

"Cool," he replied.

He stepped inside and looked around. Simple setup, just my bed and desk, plus the half‑unpacked suitcase in the corner. The posters I had already started regretting, becoming insecure when he looked at them, like they might be uncool. His eyes eventually returned to me.

"So," he said, leaning against my desk. "You serious about pledging?"

"Yeah," I said. "Why?"

"Just making sure you know what you're signing up for." He crossed his arms and watched me the same way he had during rush week.

"Pushups and trivia questions," I said. "I think I'll survive."

He laughed quietly.

"That's not the part I'm talking about."

My stomach tightened a little. He pushed himself off the desk and stepped closer. The space between us narrowed as he quickly closed the gap. Up close he looked even bigger than I remembered. His shoulders stretched his hoodie and his arms looked like he lived in the gym.

"Guys like you get treated differently," he said.

"You keep saying that," I replied.

"Because it's true."

He reached out and grabbed my hip again, the same place as when we were outside. My body froze instantly. Not because I wanted to move away. I stayed still while he pulled me slightly closer.

"You've done stuff before," he said quietly.

"I told you that was just one weird night with my friends," I said.

"Sure," he said with a smirk.

His hand stayed on my waist. My body felt warm under his grip. I could feel my face getting hot, which only made the moment more intense. He was close enough that I could smell his deodorant, or maybe it was a cologne. My brain kept reminding me that I was standing in my dorm room with another guy who clearly knew exactly what he was doing.

"Are you nervous?" he asked.

"A little," I admitted.

"Good." He nodded once.

His hand stayed on my hip another second before he shifted his stance slightly. The movement pushed his leg against mine. My body reacted before I realized it. I was hard, and he was growing as well.

He adjusted the front of his jeans slightly. My eyes dropped automatically.

"Curious?" he asked.

"Maybe," I said. “I wanna know what it looks like.”

He stepped back just enough to unbutton his jeans. My chest tightened as he opened them and pulled himself out, letting a big hog flop out, half hard and probably eight inches. It looked a bit larger than a human cock should be. It was like an extra arm, the pink head looking soft, and inviting.

He held it casually in his hand, looking down at it once before glancing back at me. He didn't rush the moment. He watched my reaction carefully.

I felt my throat go dry. My eyes dropped again.

"So," he said. "Still think you're ready for pledge season?"

My brain stalled for a second. The room felt smaller. I shifted my weight and took a step closer.

He raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything right away. Instead he adjusted his grip slightly, wiggling himself, letting me see a little more of what he was holding.

My stomach tightened.

"Are you gonna fuck me?" I asked before I could stop myself.

The words came out blunt. I heard them and immediately felt my face get hot.

Cal's smile appeared right away. It wasn't mocking. It was the look of someone who had just confirmed a theory.

"Straight to the point," he said.

"Look who’s talking," I replied, while my eyes were still locked on the show below his waist.

For a second neither of us moved. The silence stretched long enough that I became painfully aware of how close we were standing.

Cal finally spoke again.

"Not tonight," he said.

"What?" I said, confused.

"I'll save it for later," he said calmly.

"Later when?"

He didn’t answer, rather he started the process of shoving himself back into his underwear.

I exhaled slowly.

He kept looking at me for another moment before finally tucking himself away and zipping his jeans back up. The whole thing took less than a minute, but my brain stayed fixed on the image.

"I've actually got a thing tonight," he added casually. "But I’ll be seeing you very soon."

I just smiled for a second, staring at him. I stayed where I was, as he stepped into the hallway.

"Night, Cupcake," he said before leaving.

The door clicked shut.