Sitting On My Buddy’s Lap 08: Rush (Patreon)

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Chapter 8: Rush

The party was loud. A bunch of males packed tightly together in the front hall and the front room, the freshmen mixing in with the rest of us, everybody talking over everybody. Somebody had the speaker turned up so high that the picture frames on the wall buzzed against the plaster. I had to turn sideways to get past the first cluster of polos. Somebody's cologne was strong, and I couldn't tell whose, but it was aggressive and floral. Seth came in behind me with a hand flat on my lower back, pushing me forward whenever I stalled.

I thought about myself on my own pledge night, standing right about where the tall kid by the lamp was standing, nursing a beer I could barely taste and laughing at jokes I hadn't actually heard. All I had cared about back then was seeming cool in front of the guys, and having as much sex as humanly possible. That was the entire plan. I could see the same gleam in their eyes now, every one of them scanning the room for who mattered and who they should be standing next to. A couple of them looked at Seth when we came in, then at me, then back at Seth, trying to figure out who he was and why he was touching me.

Then somebody cut the music and the whole room turned toward the stairs.

Evan was standing there holding his hand up, attracting attention.

"Alright, alright," he said, and waited for the room to get about halfway quiet, which was as quiet as it was going to get. "If you're here, it means someone in the house likes you. So, good news."

A couple guys clapped for that. Somebody by the lamp went "woo."

"Drink stuff, meet people, don't break anything that looks expensive. If you do break something, it was Chris."

"Fair," Chris yelled from the kitchen.

I leaned against the doorframe to the kitchen with my arms crossed, half in and half out. Seth stood behind me, close enough that I felt his chest heat through the back of my shirt. At one point during Evan's remarks, he slung his arm over my shoulders and let it hang there, his hand dangling down over my chest with his fingers loose. He didn't look at me when he did it. He watched Evan.

Nobody turned around. It happened in front of forty people and Evan kept talking.

Except one of them was looking. He was small, in a cluster of bigger dudes around him, dark hair pushed off his forehead, light freckles on his face, a polo hanging loosely on his shoulders, a little too big for him. He wasn't looking at Evan. He was looking at the exact spot where Seth's hand hung off my chest.

We made eye contact. He held it, then looked back at Evan a second later.

"Official stuff is later this week, if you make the cut to pledging, and I'll bug you about it then," Evan said, tapping a clipboard against his leg. "Tonight just hang out. Basement's open. Don't be too weird down there."

He came down the stairs and somebody handed him a shot before his foot hit the carpet.

Seth's thumb moved against my collarbone.

As the room began to stir again, Chris suddenly hooked me by the elbow and hauled me backward into the kitchen, and I had to duck under Seth's arm to go. He pulled a red cup off the stack on the counter and pushed it into my hand.

"Okay. Scouting report." He nodded through the doorway. "Tall one by the lamp, he's a legacy, his brother was Evan's big, so he's already in and he knows it. Two guys in the matching blue, those are roommates and they're gonna quit together in like nine days, I've seen it a hundred times."

"You've only been here two years."

"I've seen it a hundred times," Chris repeated. "So, curly hair kid, he can drink. Little dark-haired one is the smartest one in the room, based on my intel, but he hasn't said a word yet."

I looked. The little dark-haired one stood at the far counter by the sink now, working the pump on the water jug into his cup with both hands.

"So what are they allowed to know," Chris said. "About you and Seth. Because I got asked twice already and I didn't know like, the policy."

I got real interested in the cup.

Chris took a breath, turned toward the front room, and yelled it over everybody.

"THEY'RE BOYFRIENDS, IT'S NOT A SECRET!"

A couple guys whooped. Somebody by the stairs said "we know."

The kid at the sink kept pumping the jug. Six feet from me. He didn't look over and I didn't look at him, and both of us did that on purpose, and I drank water out of a cup I hadn't even asked for.

"His name's Theo, by the way," Chris said, and went to find someone else to talk at.

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Later the Johns came down the stairs one at a time to collect people, which is how I found out the Johns had started a new tradition.

I got to the corner room upstairs behind Seth and stopped in the doorway, and Seth stepped up behind me instead of past me, so I was in front, facing into the room. Both his hands settled on my hips as we saw what was in there, a bunch of naked college teenagers handling their dicks.

Six rushes that were apparently fully invested at this point sat with John, John and Johnny in a loose circle on the carpet, all facing in with their dicks out. Shorts and boxers were shoved down to their knees and their bare asses visible, every one of them, and they were sitting cross-legged or leaned back on their hands, which meant nobody in that circle could pretend not to see anybody else. A laptop sat propped on a shoe box at the head of the circle with the volume low. One of the Johns had his shirt bunched up in his teeth and was already stroking himself with his eyes half closed.

The room smelled like freshman balls and carpet and body spray. Seth and I were the only two people in there fully dressed.

"So you're doing circlejerks with the freshmen now?" I said from the doorway.

Johnny looked up from the circle with his hand still on himself and his shirt still clenched in his teeth. He let the shirt drop out of his mouth.

"It's a time honored tradition," he said.

"We never did it," I said, leaning back against Seth.

One of the freshmen on the near side of the circle sat up straight, his dick still in his fist.

"I knew it!" he said.

"Hey, it's still fun," Seth said, reminding me that he had been doing stuff like this with friends since high school.

I looked at him over my shoulder and he was already laughing. The gayest thing I had seen in pledging was a beer bong up a guy's ass that was his own idea, some streaking challenges, and a little spanking which was Chris' idea, and that was only after we had gotten in.

But none of them moved. Nobody pulled his shorts up or covered himself or even shifted on the carpet. The Johns just kept stroking themselves, and the pledges followed their lead. One of them reached over and turned the laptop a couple inches so the two on the far end could see better, then he sat back on his hands and kept stroking, and that was all the reaction we got.

It was a ritual to them now. Just another crazy thing that happens in college.

As we stayed to watch the show, the pledges kept glancing up at us. 

The kid I saw in the front room, Theo, sat at the far side of the circle facing the door, shorts down like everybody else's, both hands flat on his thighs. Not moving. He looked at the laptop for maybe a second and then he looked at me and stayed there, waiting, with his palms on his own legs. His dick was throbbing in mid air. I couldn't get a good look at it in the dark, but it looked thick. 

I nodded. Once.

His hand went to himself and the whole room started moving again. Somebody turned the laptop volume up two clicks.

One kid with his hand already on himself looked up at me first and then started moving. Then another one did it. Three of them did it in a row, and every single time their eyes went to my face and then back down to their laps.

Seth's fingers tightened on my hips. I felt him get hard and press against me from behind.

I stepped back into Seth and Seth stepped back with me, and we backed out into the hall.

We walked shoulder to shoulder toward the stairs with his right hand still on my hip.

He turned me. He didn't shove, he steered me by the hip and the shoulder and walked me backward three steps until my shoulder blades hit the plaster of the hallway wall, and then he was chest to chest with me, face right in front of my face, his palm sliding up under the hem of my shirt and flattening out on my stomach. He held me there. My skin jumped under his hand.

"They all kept looking at you," he said.

"They looked at both of us."

"Nah." His hand spread wider on my stomach. "That was you. I think they can tell you're like, king of the freshmen."

"I'm a sophomore."

"Search your feelings. You know it to be true."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Ok, nerd."

I could feel him through his sweats against my hip, and I was every bit as hard in my jeans. He breathed on my mouth, and didn't kiss me.

Footsteps came up the stairs and he stepped back and put both hands in his pockets, and a pledge came around the corner carrying a bag of ice with both arms like a baby.

"Kitchen," Seth told him, pointing the way, and the kid said thank you.

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Downstairs, Chris had lost a contest at the dining table.

It was a contest invented in about forty seconds with one rule, which was "drink the thing", and Chris talked so much trash beforehand that when he lost he had to sit there and take the whole room booing him with his elbows on the table.

"Consequences," somebody said.

"Fine," Chris said. He stood up. "Fine! Somebody pick something."

I called it. I don't know why it was me except that it was obvious and nobody else was doing it, and I'd been feeling the energy growing all night inside myself. 

I wanted to see Chris' spanking fetish get a spotlight.

"Bend over the couch," I said.

The room lost it. Chris turned red in the neck first, which is how you knew, and then he walked over to the arm of the couch and bent himself over it and pushed his shorts down to his thighs and braced both hands on the cushion, facing away from all of us. He carefully hid his dick between his body and the couch, but I knew he was getting hard already, his bare ass out under the light, already turning red before anyone touched it.

I went to the couch and grabbed two pledges gently by the shirt, one and then the other, and pulled them off the cushions and stood them in a line behind him.

"You first," I said to the taller one, and I stood in at Chris's left shoulder where I could see both of them. "Full swing. Don't hold back."

The kid looked at Chris' bare, pale, hairless ass, then at me. I nodded, and he patted him. Actually patted him, like he was burping an infant.

"Dude," I said. "Swing it. He's not gonna break."

"Go for it," Chris said into the cushion.

The kid wound up and cracked him properly the second time, and the sound went through the whole room, and Chris jolted forward and made a voice cracking noise into the couch that he tried very hard to shape into a laugh as a red handprint already started forming on his ass.

"Good," I said. "Next."

The second one got it right on the first try. He didn't need coaching at all. He hit him hard enough that a couple guys standing by the stairs went "OH" at the same time, and Chris's hands slid six inches down the cushion.

I looked up. Seth was in the doorway to the front room, sitting on the arm of the other chair with a bottle of water, watching me run the impromptu event. He didn't say a word the whole time. He watched me stand at Chris's shoulder and tell people what to do, and when I caught his eye he lifted his eyebrows at me, and then he drank his water.

Chris came up off the couch glowing. Red-assed, pupils huge, pulling his shorts back up with his mouth open, too dazed to remember to cover his boner. He walked directly across the room to Seth and draped both arms over his shoulders and put his face down next to Seth's ear.

"I think I get you now, bro," Chris said.

Seth reeled back like Chris had spit in his drink.

"You get what?"

"You know." Chris made a gesture that meant nothing. "The thing. Getting worked over. I get it."

"That's not what that is at all," Seth said. He shrugged him off with one shoulder, hard enough that Chris stumbled a step. "That is not what that is."

"It's a little what it is."

Seth's grimace seemed to soften. "I mean... maybe."

Chris drifted off completely happy, probably to go jerk off after getting so worked up, and Seth sat there on the arm of the chair, looking personally damaged by the interaction with Chris, and I laughed so hard I had to hold the doorframe.

The party thinned out pretty quickly after two-AM, until it was down to eight or nine people spread through the house and a playlist doing acoustic covers, which typically signaled an ending phase of our parties.

I ended up in the kitchen with my back against the counter next to the sink, facing out into the room, holding a red cup I'd had so long the water in it matched my body temperature. Seth hoisted himself up onto the counter to my left in gray sweats and a t-shirt, feet dangling, knees apart, and his left knee kept bumping my right shoulder every time he shifted his weight. He didn't get down.

Theo came over with an empty cup he wasn't drinking from.

"So the pledge book," he said. "Is that a real book, or."

"It's real," I said.

Theo nodded and looked at his empty cup. He turned it around in his hand. He stood there too still for a guy who came over to ask about a book.

"Can I ask something," he said.

"Yeah."

He wasn't talking to me. He was looking up at Seth from beside his knee, and his voice came out thinner than it had been.

"Can I just see Seth's dick?"

He was asking me.

Seth turned his head to look down at me. I looked back up at him. My mouth was dry as hell.

I turned back to the freshman. "You saw Chris' after the spanking, right? They're pretty close. Basically dick twins. We've measured them side by side."

Theo chuckled nervously. "Okay, but..."

I looked at Seth and nodded.

He leaned back on his hand, lifted his hips off the counter, and shoved the waistband of his sweats down under his balls with his left, and sat back down on the counter edge with it out. He was already getting hard from the attention. It stood up off him thick and flushed at the head with the elastic tucked underneath.

The kitchen went silent. Not a joke, not a whoop, nothing. The two guys by the fridge stopped mid-sentence and I heard one of them set his cup down carefully on the counter.

Theo let out a small exhale through his nose and reached across with his right hand to wrap it around the shaft. His arm shook so badly that he had to slide his grip down and clamp onto the base to steady it, forearm braced against Seth's thigh, and even then his knuckles turned white.

"Okay," Theo said to nobody.

I pushed off the counter.

I stepped in at Seth's left side and took his jaw in my hand and turned his face to me and kissed him. He kissed me back immediately, open, one hand coming up to the back of my neck, and I felt his stomach jump against my forearm when Theo's grip shifted on him.

Then I went down onto my knees on the tile between his hanging legs, facing up at him, with Theo standing right there.

There was cold tile through my jeans and there was Seth above me looking down with his shirt rucked up over his abs, and the whole thick length of him coming out of Theo's fist. I put my mouth on the head and went down on him from above the ring of Theo's hand.

Theo's fist stayed clamped at the base. It never moved. So I got the top half and he got the bottom, and every time I came down my lips hit his knuckles, and I could feel Theo's whole arm vibrating through Seth's dick as I heard them start to make out above me.

Seth's hand gripped into my hair, and his heels came up and hooked behind my back and pulled me in, and I opened my throat and took him deeper on that pull. He said "oh my god" up at the ceiling. His thigh muscle jumped against my cheek. Theo's hand tightened on the base and stayed there, and I felt Seth start to swell through both of us at once.

He finished with both of us on him, one long groan, heels locked behind my back, hand fisted in my hair, pumping into my mouth in thick pulses while Theo held him steady from below.

Nobody moved for a second after. I was still down on the tile. Seth was still up on the counter with his sweats under his balls and his chest heaving. Theo took his hand back and looked at it.

Then he wiped it on the front of his own polo. Right down the middle. He didn't even look down while he did it.

"Thanks," he said to the room in general. "Thank you. That's, yeah. Thank you."

And his little ass bounced nervously out the back door before either of us could say anything to him.

I stood up and my knees cracked. Seth tugged his waistband back up over himself and pulled his shirt down and sat there on the counter swinging his feet.

One of the Johns was in the doorway with a bowl of cereal, and I have no idea how long he'd been there.

"Y'all are gonna scare the pledges," he said, and left.

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Later that night, I was falling asleep in my bed, alone when Seth texted me.

Seth: Are you home?

Me: Yeah. Kyle's out. Bed's mine.

Seth: You went down on me in front of everyone in the kitchen lmao.

Me: Your fault for taking out your dick.

Seth: I always do that.

Me: Go to sleep baby

Seth: That Theo kid is wild

Me: I just hope we didn't scare him off

Seth: He'll be back

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The Big and Little reveal was the next afternoon in the front room, everybody crammed onto the floor and the couch and the arms of the couch, and Evan already reading off the clipboard when Seth and I walked in. 

I smiled to myself when I saw little Theo sitting in the back crammed shoulder to shoulder between two bigger freshmen. He looked at me as soon as I came in, and I saw him smile as his cheeks got a little red, then looked back at the front of the room.

Evan was still talking, in his leadership mode. No beer this time. He'd put on a collared shirt and he stood by the fireplace instead of on the stairs, and the room was actually quiet for him.

"So you're all officially pledges now, and the real fun starts," he said, before going on about details and who got matched with which freshman.

He worked down the list. Guys got up and shook hands or did bro hugs, somebody got a Little he'd been lobbying for all week and screamed about it.

Then Evan said my name, and then he said, "Theo."

I was standing by the fireplace. Theo was sitting on the carpet near the middle of the room and he stood up in stages, like his knees didn't fully work in the moment.

He came over. I put my hand out. He shook it, one firm pump with a solid grip, the exact handshake you would give your new boss or something.

"Let's do it," he said, to my chin.

"Let the fun being, little brother," I said, to the top of his head.

Behind me, on the couch, Seth made a whistle like a kettle. Then he put his head between his knees and stayed down there with his shoulders shaking, and Chris started slapping him on the back, and somebody asked what was wrong with him, and he could not answer.

Evan looked at Seth over the top of the clipboard.

"We done?"

"He's fine," I said.

"Last thing," Evan said, tapping the clipboard. "Woods trip. Vans leave Saturday at eight. Bring a sleeping bag, bring a flashlight, bring layers because it gets cold at night. You and your big will be doing some bonding."

Theo had his phone out, typing the details Evan had read, his lips moving. 

My mind started to race thinking about what was going to happen out in the woods with a kid like Theo. I didn't even remember if Seth had gotten a little assigned. Would he be coming? 

"Layers," I said out loud, to nobody, and I watched Theo's screen as he typed that out.