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My Friend and I Learned On Each Other

Chapter 3: Debauchery

My legs did not work right for the first few steps. I peeled off the wall as the two upperclassmen moved on to a guy in a jockstrap by the couch, and I started across the room to find the bathroom.

I passed the huddle in the center of the floor, bigger now than when we came in, the freshman I recognized still on his knees in the middle of it with two different guys' hands on the back of his head, then the couch where the blindfolded kid with the big dick was still jerking it, a new guy's foot planted across his face, his own fist a blur over himself.

The red bulbs turned everybody's skin dark and their eye sockets slightly darker, and the sweat on the guy in the jockstrap looked almost black on him. The room smelled like oil and sweat and balls, and my dick was still half hard and wet from a dude's mouth, tapping against my thigh while I walked.

I ended up at the foot of Brayden's chair.

The swimmer guy was just getting off him. He put a hand on Brayden's chest to brace himself and lifted, and Brayden's dick slid out of him wet, dark red at the head, standing straight up off his body, still twitching. The guy patted Brayden's stomach twice, grabbed a towel off the floor, and walked toward the stairs without a word.

Then Brayden was free for me to approach, cuffed behind his back, blindfold tight over his eyes, his chest heaving, chin pointed toward the ceiling, a couple other guys standing around his area. Sweat had run on his head and stuck his hair to his forehead in little spikes. His mouth hung open, and his dick stayed pointed straight up, glistening, with nobody touching it.

He turned his head, blind, following the sound of my feet stopping. His chin swung a few inches past me and came back, his open mouth aimed at nothing, and I was hard again.

"Hello?" he said.

I didn't say anything. I put my hand flat on his smooth chest. He looked like a boy having the time of his life, blissed out under the blindfold.

He gasped and pushed up into my hand, his skin hot and soaked, his heart slamming under my palm. I ran my hand up over his collarbone, up his neck, past the collar they had buckled on him, along his jaw, and he turned his cheek into my hand and pressed his mouth against the base of my thumb.

"Yeah," he said. "Yeah, whatever you want, dude."

I leaned down and kissed him.

His whole body jerked, and then he came up off the padding to meet me, chasing my mouth, kissing me back with everything he had. He kissed like the kissless virgin he was, and my lack of experience matched his. His tongue pushed into my mouth. He tasted like somebody's dick. I got a hand in his sweaty hair and pulled his head back, and he whined into my mouth, high and needy.

He tried to bite my bottom lip and missed. I held still and he got it on the second try.

We had never done this. We had swapped fluids earlier that same day, and I had squirted in his mouth, and he had proceeded to pump a load up my ass, but we had never put our mouths together. That would've been over the line at that point. Fucking had been practice, but we were into something else now.

But he couldn't see me. Under that blindfold I could do anything.

"Are you the one from before?" he said against my lips, breathing hard. "The tall one?"

I put my mouth back on his and shut him up with it, and his mouth opened wider and he sucked my tongue and groaned into it. His wrists worked in the cuffs behind him and the whole frame rocked on the concrete.

"God, I love this," he said when I pulled back for air. "Somebody's gotta fuck me. Please."

I straightened up and looked down at my roommate strapped into a chair asking for it, and I got a hand on my dick.

There was a clear pump bottle on the floor by the chair leg. I worked a couple pumps of it up and down myself until my fist slid with no drag.

He heard the pump. His head turned toward the sound and his knees fell open on the rests.

I stepped in between his thighs and pushed the head of my dick against him, and he was already open and wet from whatever toys they had been using on him. I eased in a little at a time, my hands on the tops of his thighs. He was hot inside, and tighter than I expected. Nothing about porn had prepared me for how tight a person actually is.

His mouth fell open.

"Oh," he said. "Oh, fuck, okay."

I kept my mouth shut. That was the whole game for me now, and my heart was racing so hard I could hear it over the music.

Halfway in he tried to push down onto me and I held his thighs still and made him wait, and then I gave him the rest in one push, and his stomach hollowed out and his heels came up off the rests.

"Woah," he said. "Wow."

I bottomed out and stayed there. His fat cock lay flat against his abs, leaking a wet line toward his navel, jumping every couple of seconds by itself. His hole squeezed around me tightly, and I was so hard it almost hurt, sore already from cumming once.

Then I switched out of the slow shallow strokes and into the deep steady ones, the same way he had done it to me earlier, and he made noise on every one. I got my hands under the backs of his knees, pushed them toward his chest, and squatted into it, standing between his open legs. The chair sat at exactly the right height for a guy standing on the floor, his ass hanging open in the air with nothing under it.

"Yes. Right there, right there," he said, and I nearly laughed through my nose, because that was my line from an hour ago and here he was saying it word for word.

I wrapped my fist around his dick.

He shouted, making some guys in the area look over at us. 

"Oh shit, the freshmen," one whispered loudly while stroking his big dick. I looked at him and held my finger up to my lips, and he raised his eyebrows at me. 

His head snapped back and his whole torso arched off the padding, and I stroked him in time with my hips slamming into him, and he got loud, loud enough that two guys from all the way across the room in the circlejerk facial huddle turned around to watch us instead. One of them came over and stood by the chair stroking himself, spectating, inching closer to Brayden's face.

"Who is this," Brayden said, gulping air. "Dude, who are you… you're so good at this…"

I breathed out through my teeth. That was all he got. The new guy tapped his wet dick gently against Brayden's cheek, rubbing his dick up and down, crossing his lips, and Brayden just breathed it in. 

I kept the rhythm. My hand slid on him and my hips clapped against the backs of his thighs, a wet sound his body made against me, and he was drooling for real now, a clear string of it running from the corner of his mouth toward his ear, getting on the other guy's dick. His hands worked uselessly under his back. Every deep stroke made his abs jump and punched a grunt out of him, and he stuck out his tongue, tasting the new dick on his face.

"Say something," he said. "Just say something, please."

I put two fingers in his mouth instead, and he closed his lips around them and sucked, his tongue moving between them, and his ass clamped down on me so hard I had to stop and stare at the wall behind him with my jaw locked.

I got some sense back and started again, harder, and the guy next to us said, "Jesus, freshman," and I didn't look at him, because I was watching my roommate's face while I gave him back everything he had done to me.

I still didn't want to use my voice and reveal who I was, so I hoped that my rapid increase in thrusting told him that I was about to cum.

I finished inside him. I put a hand flat on his chest again, playing with his nipples as I shoved him down into the padding, pushing as deep as I could go, and stayed still there, pulsing into him, making sure he could feel it. He pushed back onto me as far as the chair allowed and said, "Oh, that's it, that's it, give it to me."

My arms were shaking when I pulled out, and my white, watery load leaked out of him right away, running down onto the padding.

Then his cuffed hands came up as far as they could and his chin lifted, hunting for me.

"Wait, come here," he said. "Kiss me again."

I stepped away from the chair.

Trey stood at the edge of the mattresses with a red cup in each hand. He watched me back off of Brayden, looked at the chair, looked at me again, and his eyebrows rose.

He didn't say anything about it. He walked over to me, pulled a towel off the back of a couch, and put it in my hand.

"Freshman," he said, and then he went back to the mattresses.

Behind me Brayden was still asking the room who that was, and four guys talked over each other without answering him, and then somebody put a dick in his mouth and that settled it.

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I finally found the shower on the other end of the basement, through a doorway with no door, a tiled room with four heads on the walls and one big drain in the middle, an antique locker-room group styl e shower. Five of us were in there, steam clouding up near the ceiling pipes, the tile slippery underfoot, the music coming through as pure bass, with the melody filtered out by the wall.

I had one shoulder under a stream, letting the hot water hit the back of my neck, listening to guys talk about the antics they had been up to that night. It was surreal seeing these crazy debaucherous fucks be regular guys.

Then a guy came through the doorway holding a leash.

"This piggy needs a bath."

Brayden came in behind him, barefoot on the wet tile, still cuffed, still blindfolded, walking with his toes feeling out the floor, his dick swinging out in front of him hard as a pipe again. The muscular guy holding the leash brought him to the middle of the room and stopped.

Nobody had to tell Brayden anything. He dropped, his knees landing on both sides of the drain, and he settled back onto his heels and turned his face up into the steam with his mouth already open.

"Okay," he said, his voice bouncing off the tile. "Gimme that girl dick."

I stood there for a moment with the water running down my back. He had told me about wanting a girl to make him kneel down for her multiple times, since our first night in the room I think, and I used to picture the girl getting eaten out while I jerked off listening to his fantasies. But in my head he was eating her out. He never said he wanted a femboy girl dick type thing or whatever he was imagining right now. It started to make sense why he got so wild once the blindfold went on him.

"Say that again," one of the guys said, already laughing.

"Girl dick," Brayden said. "Any of it. All of it. I don't care. You can piss on me if you want. I love it."

The room lost it. Somebody hooted and it echoed off the tile. And Brayden knelt there in the middle of five naked upperclassmen with his face up and his mouth open, grinning under the blindfold, the happiest boy in the house.

I joined the rest of them as we all aimed our dicks at Brayden, circling up close to his gleeful face. The leash guy released a stream first, without any announcement. He stepped up close, his dick hard as he held it tightly in one hand, then grabbed Brayden's hair with the other, aimed, and let go. The stream of piss sprayed Brayden across the face and collarbone and up onto his neck.

Brayden's whole chest jumped and he laughed out loud, high, choking on it.

"Yes," he said with a groan.

The other guys took about five seconds to start releasing their own, and then it was all of us, piss coming from four directions at once, over his chest, into his hair, down his back, running off his jaw and onto the tile, spiraling toward the drain in a wide ring under his knees. He turned his face into it, opened his mouth, caught some, and the rest ran off his chin and down his own chest. His dick stayed straight up through all of it, bouncing by itself.

When we finished, the guys turned the shower heads back on, and Brayden was getting rinsed off. Soon, the whole group starting rubbing his body up and down as he groaned. One guy squirted half a bottle of body wash onto him and he got fully sudsy. I think over ten hands were on him at once, one guy shampooing his hair with both hands, one dragging a bar of soap down his spine and into his butt cheeks, another working suds up his stomach and over his chest and pinching his nipples, and Brayden knelt in the middle of it swaying, his cuffed hands opening and closing behind his back.

I joined in the bathing, and my hand soon found his dick, closing around his shaft under all that lather . I stroked him as another guy stuck a finger or two up his ass, and Brayden's back arched quickly. In seconds he was pulsing in my hand, squirting a long, white rope that hit my abs and my crotch. He released several more long ropes onto the wet tile that broke apart and washed toward the drain.

He sat back on his heels, breathing, soap running out of his hair and down over the blindfold.

"Okay," he said. "Okay. Okay. I'm done."

I watched him breathe in a satisfied way while the guys started rinsing him, and I realized I was done as well. I stepped back to rinse my body one last time under the hot water, and walked out. I found my underwear on the basement floor near the chair, stepped into them still mostly wet, and climbed the stairs.

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The porch was pleasantly cool after the heat of the basement, and I sat down on the couch out there in nothing but my underwear, hair dripping onto my shoulders, breathing in the fresh air.

Trey was out there with the mesh tank top guy and two others I didn't know, and there was pizza. Four boxes of it were stacked on the porch rail, and the mesh guy handed me a paper plate with two slices on it before I asked. I ate them so fast I burned the roof of my mouth.

"Slow down, buddy," he said.

"I haven't eaten since like noon."

"Freshman meal plan," one of the other guys said, and the whole porch groaned at once.

I sat on that couch with my legs crossed at the ankle and thought about coming back here on a Tuesday when there was no party, just to sit on this porch.

Brayden came up around then, soaking wet, uncuffed, a towel around his waist and the blindfold shoved up on his forehead like a pair of sunglasses. He grabbed a slice, folded it in half, and ate it standing in the doorway with his free hand cupped underneath to catch the grease.

"Okay, question," he said with his mouth full, to the entire porch. "Why does everything feel so much better when you can't see anything?"

No one really answered. They just laughed.

"It's real," Trey said.

"It's real," the mesh guy echoed.

"Whoever was on that chair," Brayden said, chewing, "at the end there. The second guy. That dude was different. He didn't talk at all. Not one word. Who was that?"

Nobody answered. I looked at the mesh guy. He had his mouth half open, looking at me, and then he took a pull off his vape instead and shrugged with one shoulder.

"No idea," he said. 

"What happens in the basement stays in the basement," he said, to chuckling from the other guys.

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We walked home a little before five in the morning, as the pre-sunrise was just starting to illuminate the edges of the world. The campus was empty and cold, and my wet hair was making me shake a bit as we meandered toward our dorm.

After a minute of silence he finally said something. "Hey."

"Yeah."

"How much of all that did you see?" he said, "...in the basement."

There it was. I paused for a moment, considering it.

"I didn't see a thing, bro."

He nodded slowly, walking, looking straight ahead at the lit-up bio building.

"Exactly," he said.

We covered half a block like that, past the loading dock and the bike racks, our steps weirdly in sync.

"…We're going back tonight," he said.

"Obviously," I said.