Recruiting the Speedo Sluts (Patreon)

Hey y'all — just a warning, this one's long, clocking in just over 20k words. I hope you enjoy it!

-Derek

They were still hungover when the doorbell rang.

“Shit,” Brayden moaned from the frathouse couch.  “Someone get the fuckin’ door.”

“That’s you pledge,” Matt said, peeling open one eye and staring daggers at Tucker.  The eighteen year old was just as hungover as the rest of them, but he was cleaning up empties like he’d been ordered.

“What should I do?” Tucker asked nervously.  “Like… if it’s the cops or something?  We were pretty loud last night.”

“Just get rid of ‘em,” Matt grunted.  “We’ll deal with it later.”

“Unless it’s those chicks from Delta Delta,” Austin grinned.  “Love those double D’s.”

“They should do a car wash,” Brayden chuckled, then winced as his headache flared up.  “But like… later.  I gotta eat something greasy.”

The men of Gamma Alpha slumped back into the furniture and tried to ignore the noise of Tucker and whoever was at the door.  The conversation seemed to go on and on, but eventually they heard the door close and the blissful silence resumed.

Tucker came back and put down a large box.

“What’s that shit?” Brayden asked.

“Uh… it’s strange,” Tucker said gingerly.  “Maybe it should wait til later.”

Austin sat up and belched.  It was his way of showing interest.

“Don’t be weird bro,” Matt said, shifting upright on the couch too.  He’d downed an entire glass of water and his hangover was beginning to clear.  Another half glass and it’d be gone entirely.  “Just tell us what’s in the box.”

“Uh… speedos,” Tucker shrugged.  “The guy at the door said I should take it.”

“You’re fucking with us…” Austin said, climbing off the couch and making his way to the table.  He flipped open the cardboard flaps and stared in confusion.

“What is it bro?” Brayden asked.

“Pledge isn’t fuckin’ around,” Austin admitted.  “It’s like… a million speedos.”

He took one out of the box.  It was cherry red and cut in the classic style.  Austin stretched it out and posed with it in front of his crotch.

“What the fuck for?” Brayden moaned.  As chapter president, it was his job to maintain his composure and ask the important questions.

“It was this old guy at the door,” Tucker said.  “He says if we wanna make some cash, one of his buddies is getting married next week, and I guess he needs a hot young stud — his words — for a prank? His card’s taped to the box… said we can text him pics and… I guess whoever he picks gets like a thousand bucks to wear it at his buddies bachelor party.”

“What the fuck?” Brayden groaned and toppled over on the couch.  “Fuck bro… it’s too early for gay shit.”

“I told him we’re not into it,” Tucker shrugged.  “But he insisted.  He said if we tried them on, maybe we’d change our minds?”

“Alright… that’s enough pledge,” Brayden sighed into the couch cushions.  “Go make bacon.”

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By late afternoon everyone was back in fighting shape.  Word had spread around the house about the pervert and his box of gay ass speedos, though they treated it like a big joke.  Practically every bro in the frathouse had picked up a pair and struck a lewd pose or tossed them at another dude’s head.

“Fuck off with that shit,” Brayden laughed after Matt launched a pair of silky briefs at his face.  “You want to suck my dick so bad, just suck it!”

“Fuck off bro,” Matt shot back creatively.  “But… like… these are pretty nice.”

“What, like you wanna wear ‘em?” Brayden chuckled.  “Sure, if you wanna stop getting pussy.”

“No way bro, the girls would eat this shit up!” Matt said as an idea flashed into his head.  “How about we do a pool party?  All the bros wear speedos, all the chicks wear bikinis.”

“Dude, that’s so…” Brayden trailed off as his fingers rubbed against neon green fabric.  Maybe it’d feel really good cupping his balls.  And… it’s not like it’s gay if it’s a theme party… then it’s just a costume…

“C’mon bro…” Austin spoke up from playing GTA.  “All the chicks would see your bulge… you know they’d wanna fuck…”

He thrust his hips up, miming the way he’d fuck any girl from Delta Delta.

“Yeah, okay,” Brayden nodded without really thinking.  The speedo was making his hand tingle and he couldn’t focus on anything else.  “Friday night.”

“Bro…” Matt whined with disappointment.  “That’s like… two days!”

“We need time to send invites,” Brayden shrugged.  “Besides, it’s not like anyone’s gonna go to a Thursday night kegger.  Put together the supply list.”

Brayden waited for Matt to leave the room and for Austin to fixate on his video game.  When nobody was looking, he slipped the speedo he was holding into the pocket of his cargo shorts.

He wasn’t gay or nothin’.  He just wanted to try it on.

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Brayden spent the afternoon praying nobody would search his cargo shorts.  Not like that would ever happen, but… now would be a really bad time.  The lime green speedo was secreted away in his left pocket.

He thought about putting it back, but Brayden couldn’t resist that speedo.  It felt so good to hold.

He kept checking his pocket, making sure that the speedo hadn’t magically made it’s way through the zipper and escaped into the couch cushions.  He needed to keep it a secret… but who cared?  So what if he liked the feel of a speedo?

Brayden couldn’t explain.  It just felt incredibly private.

He couldn’t stop thinking about slipping it on.

But he didn’t.  Not until bedtime.

As frat president, Brayden had scored his own private bathroom.  He waited until the house had quieted down for the night — he didn’t want to risk being interrupted — then went into the small room and locked the door.

He glanced both ways, then gave himself a grin in the mirror.  Fuck, he was being totally paranoid.  The speedos were just fabric… but it made him feel good, every time he thought about them.

How good would it feel to wear one?  Not that he’d ever wear it in front of his bros, but…

In private?  Alone?  He unzipped his cargo shorts and pulled out out the swimwear.

Even touching it felt forbidden.  Brayden held up the lime green fabric in front of him and a dopey grin washed over his face.  He let out a decidedly unmasculine giggle and hoped nobody would hear.  The bright colour, the stretchy fabric, the impossible desire… he couldn’t resist.

Brayden tugged off his t-shirt, then shorts, then boxers.

He kicked off his socks and stood naked in front of the mirror.  Fuck… he had a semi, just thinking about slipping on the sissy little swim briefs.  Would that make them hard to get on?  Or would the silky fabric be able to contain his thick cock.

One way to find out…

There had been at least a hundred speedos in the box downstairs.  Pinstripes and polka dots and swirling patterns.  Brayden was thankful he’d gone for lime green.

Solid colours — that was straight, right?

Did you just… slide it on?  It seemed too easy for such a seductive piece of clothing.  But wasn’t that the appeal?  It was barely anything… just a thin piece of fabric between him and the world.  He’d been a boxers man since puberty, but the speedo…

Brayden turned it carefully, making sure it was oriented the right way.  He bent down and stepped into one of the leg holes, feeling a shiver run through him as he took his first step into the fabric.  Another leg… another shiver.  He drew it up his thighs slowly, wishing he could make the feeling last forever.

“Ooooooooooh…” he moaned as softly as he could manage.  “Fuck me…”

Even whispering the words seemed dangerous.  What happened if one of the guys heard him and thought he was in trouble.  They’d break down the door in a second and find him exposed.

Better to cover up.  He tugged the speedo the rest of the way up and felt the snap of the waistband.  His cock definitely tented out the fabric, but it felt so good… so tight… his shaft and balls were firmly in place, like a good boy.

The thought didn’t even strike him as wrong, though he could never say it out loud.

The rest of the guys in the frat… they expected him to be a leader.  Tough, masculine, focussed.  Make the frat great and keep out the gays, that was his job.  If they could see him now, the smooth fabric tight around his ass, the blissful look on his face, the tiny spot of precum…

He planted his hands on the counter and took a deep breaths.

Nobody had to know.  This could be his little secret.

One room over, Matt whispered the same thing.

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From the moment Matt looked into the box of speedos, he needed to try one on.

His bros would call him a fag if he mentioned it, and they’d kick his ass if he actually slipped on a pair, but every instinct told him to pick a speedo.  Put it on.  Hang out by the pool.  That’s what speedos were for…

That’s what he was for!

He imagined himself lying on the lounger near the diving board.  Soaking up rays under the midday sun.  There was a shiny orange speedo lying right on top of the box… a little bit skimpier than the ones around it… and it called to him.

So when Brayden ordered him to put together a list of supplies, he couldn’t resist.

Item number one.  Speedos for everyone.  He’d already picked his.

But how to get it without the guys making fun of him?  The orange one was already his — he knew it!  He couldn’t bear the thought of one of the other guys wearing it to the party.

What if Austin showed up, a big hairy ape packed into this symbol of sex and elegance.  Or Tucker!  The pledge was so scrawny he could never do it justice.

So a few minutes after he left, Matt came up with a plan.  He walked back into the living room with a clipboard.

“Brayden, dude,” he asked, leaning on the box like it was inconsequential.  “I figure one keg’s enough, right?”

Brayden was shifting uncomfortably, his hand almost stroking one pocket of his cargo shorts.  Weird, but… the guy was super hungover.  Who was Matt to judge?  He waited for Brayden to look away and then he made his move.

The glossy orange fabric was sandwiched inside his clipboard.  He flipped the cover shut and clamped it tight.

“Uh, yeah…” Brayden said, distracted.  “But definitely get extra PBR.”

“You got it,” Matt said seriously, the way only a business major can.  “I’ll restock whatever we drank last night.”

Now that the speedo was in his possession, Matt felt better.  He could sneak it up to his room, stash it where his roommate wouldn’t see, and try it on that night.  His roommate Chase went to Bible study twice a week.  The guy was raised down south and he never skipped.

So a few hours later, when Chase wasn’t leaving, Matt was starting to climb the walls.

“Hey, Chase buddy…” he asked, trying not to sound strained.  “You skipping church?”

“Yeah,” Chase gave an exaggerated yawn.  “You know, I’ve just been studying so hard lately… I figured I might stay in tonight.  Give myself a break, y’know?”

“Cool…” Matt snapped. failing to hide his frustration.  The shiny orange speedo was sandwiched between his mattress and his bedspring.  There was no way he could lift it out without Chase noticing, and Chase seemed determined to camp on his bed all night.  Matt thought hard, trying to figure out a plan.

“Uh… why don’t you take a walk?  It’s really nice out.”

Chase shot him an odd look and chuckled.

“You wanna jerk off,” Chase gave a knowing grin.  “Tell you what… I’m gonna take my stuff, get ready for bed.  I’ll be a few minutes, so… do what you need to do.”

Chase grabbed a pair of pyjama pants from his hamper and his shaving kit from beside his bed.  He rummaged in his bedside table for a minute.  With his left hand he pulled out a bottle of lube and tossed it to Matt.

But with his right hand he pulled a speedo from the drawer and stuffed it in to his shaving bag.

“Thought you might need that,” Chase smirked and strolled too casually out of the room.

Matt took the golden opportunity and dug under his mattress for the orange speedo.  If Chase thought he was jerking off, he probably had… ten minutes?  But he didn’t want to risk getting caught.  It would be embarrassing if Chase saw him tugging his cock, it would be social suicide if Chase saw him parading around in a speedo.

So Matt kicked out of his pants and boxers as quick as he could.  The fabric of the speedo hit his leg, time bent into slow motion.  Every little hair seemed to brush against the silky smooth briefs individually.  There were goosebumps in it’s wake.

Once it safely held his bulge, Matt allowed himself a few seconds of euphoria.

It was so beautiful, the way his cock was wrapped with vibrant colour.

He bounced up and down on his heels, just to watch it move.

The shiny fabric made him giggle with joy.  But…

Footsteps in the hallway made him scramble for his pants.  He pulled up the fashionably ripped jeans and checked to make sure you couldn’t see a sliver of orange peeking out.  Matt flung himself on the bed and pretended to scroll his phone.

There was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” Matt called out, trying to sound casual.  “It’s not locked!”

He immediately felt silly.  None of the bedrooms had a lock.

“Hey dude,” Austin stuck his head inside.  “I’m goin’ out for a beer run.  Brayden said you might wanna come and restock?”

“For sure,” Matt nodded too eagerly.  “Just give me a minute.”

“Sure thing bro,” Austin shrugged.  “I’ll be in my car.”

Matt waited for the door to close again.  He couldn’t resist slipping his hand below his belt and letting his fingers brush against the speedo.  He even gave his cock a little rub through it… just making sure it was comfortable, even though it already felt amazing.

Nobody had to know.  It would be his little secret.

His phone buzzed.

“Dude,” Austin texted.  “You coming?”

Matt looked at his phone and realized he’d been rubbing his bulge for at least ten minutes.  Where had the time gone?  He jumped up and ran downstairs, straight past the bathroom where Chase was getting ready for bed.

Where Chase was moaning his own way to speedo heaven.

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Austin cranked the music, drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, and waited for Matt to show up.  He didn’t mind doing one of his bros a solid — Matt didn’t have a car — but the guy could be such a pain in the ass.

Finally Matt hurried down the front steps, totally out of breath.

“Took you long enough,” Austin teased him.  “You stop to do makeup?”

“Fuck off bro,” Matt laughed.  “Got distracted on my phone.”

“Checkin’ out that Delta Delta Insta, huh?” Austin grinned.  He had a reputation as the horniest guy in the frat, and he felt like he had to keep it up.

“Yeah,” Matt lied.  “They’re total babes.”

Austin pulled onto the road.  It wasn’t far to the liquor store.

“So, uh… what do you think about that speedo thing?” Austin asked, unexpectedly starting a conversation.  “Like… super weird, right?”

“Yeah,” Matt agreed, because he had to.  “Nobody’s actually gonna do… whatever?  Like… perform at some old guy’s bachelor party?  Seems totally queer.”

“For sure,” Austin nodded.  He waited three calculated seconds before he continued.  “But… a grand is a lot of money.”

“That’s true,” Matt agreed.  He could use the money for school.  And it’d give him an excuse to wear his speedo where people could see it.

Somehow that seemed very important.

“Like… there’s no guarantee it’s gay shit,” Austin rationalized.  “Maybe it’s actually a prank.”

“You could always text the guy,” Matt suggested.  “He left a number.”

“I just don’t want everyone calling me a fag,” Austin shrugged.

Matt understood exactly how he felt..

“I don’t think they would,” Matt said with false confidence.  “There’s nothing wrong with wearing a speedo… it’s just not my thing.”

They rode the rest of the way in silence.  Matt kept flexing his ass, just to feel how the fabric moved against his cheeks.

Speedos were definitely his thing.

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Tucker couldn’t believe what was happening.

When that random guy showed up with a box of speedos, he figured they’d trash it.  Or make up a drinking game.  But now the the guys were all touching them and fawning over them like a bunch of idiots.

It was so obvious.  He watched all day as guys pretended to horse around with the ridiculous outfits, but he’d also watched as they secretly fell in love with the swimwear.  Everyone tried to be subtle, but nobody notices the pledge.

Brayden has tucked one into his cargo shorts, Matt had pulled that move with the clipboard, even Austin kept circling the box like he was waiting for the opportunity.

The box was consuming the frat, one bro at a time.

Tucker promised himself he wouldn’t even look.  He’d carried the box, he hadn’t touched and that seemed to protect him from whatever had bewitched the frat.  His plan was to wait until it got late, then escape to his girlfriends.  Pledges were supposed to stick around the house and be available, but…

His plans didn’t matter.  Chase threw a pair in his face.

A flash of fear went through Tucker when he realized it was a speedo, but the fear was instantly replaced by longing.  He licked his lips without thinking.  Speedos felt incredible… he’d only touched one for an moment, but he needed to touch it again.  Hold it in his hands.  Wear it against his skin.

“Very funny,” he snapped at Chase, but as Tucker stormed out of the room, he kept the fabric clutched in his hand.  At this time of day, his roommate would be at the gym and their room would be empty.

Tucker hurried up the stairs, thinking the whole time about his roommate Hunter.

He knew Hunter liked to swim sometimes.

Was Hunter at the pool right now?

Was he wearing a speedo?

The thought kept him happy while he made his way down the hall.  He hummed softly as he stepped into his room and left the door slightly open.  His room was the farthest from the stairs, nobody would walk by, and if they did… who cared?

The whole frat was full of closeted speedo freaks.  They’d be thrilled to see him in one.

Tucker stripped out of his plain white tee and black shorts.  The pledge uniform.  He couldn’t wait until he was initiated and allowed to have some personality again.  But in the meantime…

He looked at the speedo in his hand.  It was golden.  That was his personality now.

He shucked off his boxers and tossed them aside.  No point in owning baggy shit like that.  Not when he could wear his speedos.

The pledge sat naked on the edge of his bed, savouring the moment.  He leaned forward and nudged his feet through the leg holes, already loving the way it felt to surrender.  He tugged the fabric up slowly but smoothly, enjoying the pleasant tingle that followed in it’s wake.

When he finally got the speedo up around his quads, Tucker stood and gave it a sharp jerk, covering the last inches in a smooth motion.  It was a different kind of thrill — the difference between seduction and sex.

Now that the swim briefs were over his cock and balls, he was surprised by how covered up he felt.  Why had he ever bothered to wear baggy trunks like the rest of the guys?  The speedos were enough to keep him legal, past that… he was desperate to show off.

After all… he was so fuckin’ cute.  The other guys teased him, but…

He rubbed his semi through the golden fabric and shivered.  It was thin… sheer enough that you could see the line of his cockhead, the length of his shaft…  enough to draw the eye without being totally obscene.

He’d seen a few speedos in the box that were even skimpier than this one.  At least one that was basically a thong.  Tucker was so tempted to steal a few of the sluttier ones and add them to his personal connection.

But he had to leave them for the other guys.  He wouldn’t be the only speedo slut.

Not like he was a slutty guy.  He just loved speedos so much.

He was so excited for the pool party.

After a half hour of lounging around his room and hoping someone would drop in, Tucker put his shorts back on, careful to leave the very top of his speedo visible.  There was a part of him that wanted to strut downstairs in the speedo and show off, but…

Not yet.  He wasn’t ready yet.

So instead he strolled down the stairs and hoped someone would comment on the narrow slice of gold peeking above his waistband.  To his disappointment, nobody gave him a second glance.  There was barely anyone in the living room — just Spencer and Cole, the other two pledges, zoned out in front of the TV.

“Hey dude,” Spencer grunted.  He was absently petting a speedo.

“Sup,” Cole said without looking away from the TV.  Tucker thought for a second that Cole hadn’t gotten caught by the speedos yet, but then he caught a flash of metallic black.  Cole had a speedo half-stuffed in his pocket.

Tucker chuckled to himself and headed straight for the box.  He didn’t even try to be subtle.  He dug thought the box trying to find the perfect pattern.  There it was — maroon and gold — the school colours.  It’d be a perfect fit!

“Hey bro,” Cole called after him as he started up the stairs.  “You think you’re gonna get away with that?”

Tucker’s heart soared.  Cole had noticed his speedo!  Now maybe they could drop the act.  Admit it Cole, he wanted to say, you love speedos too!

Instead he said “Huh?”

“No shirt bro?” Cole said smugly.  “Where’s your pledge pin?  You gotta wear it all the time!”

“Oh yeah,” Tucker said, hiding his disappointment.  “My bad.”

He plodded up the stairs, the maroon and gold speedo hanging limp in his hand.  It felt so good to touch, and it would feel even better to wear…

Why did everyone act like speedos were wrong?

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Hunter had been out of the house all day, but he was looking forward to getting home.  Between keeping his grades up and keeping his body fat down, he felt like he was running nonstop.  Plus his girlfriend wouldn’t stop texting.

“Do you want to come over?” she asked.  “After the gym?”

He sighed and didn’t say anything at all.  Hunter needed some alone time.  Put on a movie.  Maybe kick out his roommate and rub one out.  His workouts left him horny, and despite his girlfriend’s… enthusiasm, sometimes a man likes to take care of himself.

“Sorry,” he lied over text.  “Got a ton of homework.”

Hunter stepped into the house and relaxed.  There was always something happening at the frat, but it was chill, even for an introvert like him.  He gave a quick wave to the pledges in the front room and headed upstairs.

“Hey Hunter,” Tucker said the moment he walked in.  It was his turn to room with a pledge, and Tucker guy wasn’t awful, just… kind of annoying.  Too bad they didn’t have more in common.

“Hey bro,” Hunter grunted.  “Hey, you mind clearing out for a couple hours?  I need some alone time.”

“Of course!” Tucker said, jumping up.  “Just give me a minute to get my stuff together.”

Tucker grabbed his backpack and wandered around the room picking up a few small things.  A book, a charger, a laptop… it felt weirdly like he was stalling for time.

“How was the gym?” Tucker asked innocently.

“Same old,” Hunter shrugged.  He didn’t really feel like talking.

“Did you swim?” his roommate asked eagerly.

“Not really,” Hunter snorted.  “Hit up the hot tub after my lift, but it was too busy.”

“Were you… in a speedo?” Tucker asked with too much interest.  It was starting to feel like an interrogation.

“Uh… why?” Hunter said.  “No, y’know what pledge, I don’t care.”

“I like speedos…” Tucker said, staring down his roommate.  “You should wear a speedo…”

“Yeah, well… I like trunks,” Hunter said with disdain.  “Speedos are hella gay.”

“I think they look cute on me,” Tucker grinned.

“You serious?” Hunter scoffed.  “You wear that shit?”

Tucker gave a mischievous look, then pulled down his shorts and let Hunter see the golden pair he had on underneath.  If he hadn’t primed Hunter, the older fratbro would have mistaken it for hideous underwear.

“Dude!” Hunter practically screamed at him.  “Put that shit away”

Tucker flung something at the older bro.  Out of reflex, Hunter moved to catch it, surprised to find his fingers wrapping around silky fabric.  When he opened his hand, he saw a pair of maroon speedos with thick golden stripes down the side.

“Dude, what the fuck,” Hunter growled.  He wanted to fling the offending fabric back and tell Tucker to fuck off, but…

He was having a reaction to the material.  Like his fingers were tingling.

Like his body was forming an instant addiction..

Like he needed to put it on.

But Tucker was standing there, staring at him.  His eyes were locked on Hunter’s.

Tucker watched the older fratbro tried to resist the pull of the speedo, but after a few long seconds Hunter gave in and slid off his jeans.  Then his boxers.  They’d changed in front of each other plenty of times, but this was something else!

Tucker wasn’t gay… or he’d never been gay… but Hunter’s thick cock looked amazing.  The only thing that would make it better was… oh fuck yeah!

Hunter pulled up his speedo and breathed a sigh of relief.  He watched Tucker take off his cotton t-shirt and toss it on the floor.  Hunter couldn’t help but match him, lifting up his tee and tugging it over his head.

Both of them stood there, staring at the others speedo.

“That looks good on you,” Hunter stammered, unsure why he felt the need to compliment another guy like that.  “It really shows off your… uh… body?”

“I like yours too,” Tucker grinned impishly.  “But… aren’t speedos hella gay?”

“Yeah, but…” Hunter struggled to find an answer that made sense.  “But… uh… but… butt… they uh… they make my butt look… like… really good.”

“Give us a spin,” Tucker ordered, placing his hand on his own growing bulge.  “C’mon bro, I know you wanna show off.”

Hunter’s body was at war with his mind.  He knew he shouldn’t be twirling around to let some guy check him out.  That didn’t make any sense — Hunter was a hundred percent straight, and if he wasn’t, much hotter guys made regular passes at him.

At least, that’s what his mind said.  His body screamed with wordless need.  He wanted to pose… spin… flex…

It felt like a million years, but it was closer to five seconds.  Something inside him broke.

Hunter raised flexed his biceps and grinned.

“You like that bro?” he teased, shifting his feet the tiniest amount and giving Tucker his first glimpse of Hunter’s ass.

“Hell yeah,” Tucker smirked.  “Show it all.”

Hunter took his time, rotating a little bit and then a little bit more.  It took everything Tucker had to wait.  Thirty second later, Hunter’s ass was on full display, flexing underneath the speedo fabric and bouncing in a way that Tucker now found… exciting.

“Feels good,” Tucker asked.  “Doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Hunter nodded, still facing away from Tucker.  He bounced his glutes a few times, just so the younger bro would understand how much he agreed.  “Sorry dude, I dunno why I gave you shit.  These things are so fuckin’ hot on people…”

“Bro,” Tucker snorted.  “Why are you playing pronouns?  Chicks don’t wear speedos.”

“Yeah,” Hunter said, twisting around so he could look at Tucker.  He had a devilish gleam in his eye.  “Guys look so fuckin’ hot in a speedo.”

“You know it,” Tucker said smugly, twitching his slender pecs.

“Maybe you and me…” Hunter suggested tentatively.  He let the half-thought hang in the air for a half-second.  “Aw fuck…” he moaned.  “What the hell.”

He took two steps and his lips smashed against Tucker’s.  His athletic body pressed against the smaller man.   His hands roamed over Tucker’s ass, feeling up the slick fabric of his roommate’s speedo.

Tucker returned the favour.  His roommate’s ass deserved a good grope.

“These things are fuckin’ sexy…” Hunter moaned between kisses.  “Gold looks good on you!”

Tucker felt Hunter’s hands gripping his ass through the speedo.  He couldn’t help but moan as they made out.  He hadn’t really been sure what would happen when he dragged Hunter into the speedo takeover, but he absolutely loved the result.

“I wanna fuck your ass,” he begged, surprising himself.

“What’d you say?” Hunter giggled, pulling away for a second.  “You serious bro?”

Tucker was in total shock.  Where had those words come from?  He knew they were true… the second he said them, he knew it… but it couldn’t be!  He had a girlfriend.  A box full of Playboys.  He was a fuckin’ fratboy!

But so was Hunter, and his eyes were locked on Tucker’s bulge.

“Hell yeah, I’m serious,” Tucker teased.  He hooked one thumb onto the back of Hunter’s speedo and dragged it down until the athlete’s ass was half-exposed.  It was nice and round.  Firm with muscle, but enough fat to give it some bounce.  Tucker couldn’t wait to push his cock between those cheeks.

“But… bro…” Hunter protested weakly.  “I’d have to take off my speedo!”

“I’ll make you a deal,” Tucker said, tugging his speedo down and letting his cock loose.  He was rock hard and ready to go.  Hunter felt faint at the sight of it.  He never wanted to take off his speedo, but when he saw Tucker’s cock he knew… his ass was made for fucking…

“What’s that?” Hunter asked staring as Tucker stepped out of his speedo and held it up..

“I’ll stuff this in your mouth,” Tucker offered, wadding up his golden speedo and holding it under Hunter’s nose.  “Take a sniff of that.”

Hunter sniffed the sweaty fabric and something in his brain clicked over.  He gave a tiny nod, then opened his mouth.  Tucker took that as his cue — one second he shoved the wadded up speedo into Hunter’s mouth, the next second he got on his knees and pulled Hunter’s speedo to the ground.

The older fratbro’s cock popped out and twacked against Tucker’s cheek.  Tucker took it into his mouth and started moving his tongue around his roommate’s cockhead.  He swirled his tongue around it, then carefully leaned forward, sliding Hunter’s cock down his throat.

Hunter moaned through the golden fabric and pushed his hips forward gently.  Every tiny move was a revelation for Tucker — cock tasted so damn good… why hadn’t he tried it before?

He hadn’t known how good it was.  Not until Hunter’s speedo drew his eye down.  Now he had two new interests — speedos and cock.  He reached around and grabbed a handful of Hunter’s gorgeous ass.

Make that three new interests.

“MMMmmphh…” Hunter grunted through the makeshift gag.

Tucker popped his mouth off Hunter’s cock with an audible ‘pop’.  Hunter gave a disappointed whimper, but he knew there was more to come.  After all, Tucker was starting to finger his hole.  Soon he’d get fucked!

“Get on the bed,” Tucker ordered as he searched his nightstand for lube.  Finally his hand landed on a bottle and he squirted a generous portion onto his cock.

Hunter was on the bed, shaking with anticipation.  His ass was popped up to give Tucker easy access.  His back was arched.  His mouth was still full of speedo, and his eyes were unfocussed.

Tucker moaned loudly when his cock slid inside his roommate’s hole.  He knew the other guys might hear them, but who cared?  They were all speedo sluts, just like him and Hunter.  If they walked in and saw two men fucking… they’d probably make it three!

He gasped as his cock settled into Hunter’s slutty hole.

Hunter gripped his sheets tightly.  Tucker’s fuckstick was inside him now, and he never knew how good it was.  His whole life, he’d only thought about being on top, he’d never once considered taking a cock.

It felt fucking great.  Amazing.  Mindblowing.

Like… he didn’t have room to think.  He was so fucking full of meat.

All he had left was instinct.  He twitched his hips a tiny bit and felt the cock shift inside him, filling him up even better.  Another twitch, another movement.  Tucker wasn’t fucking him anymore… Hunter was fucking himself on Tucker.

The younger man’s pole was little more than a sextoy in Hunter’s lust addled state.

“Oh fuck yeah…” Tucker growled.  He tried to sync his movements with Hunters, but realized it was better to stay in one spot and let the newly minted power-bottom drive.  He felt like he was on the absolute edge…

One time, Tucker had taken scuba diving lessons.  He had to practice an emergency ascent.  His instructor twisted off his air, but something magical happened — even though he exhaled the whole way up, there was always more air in his lungs.  As he got closer to the surface, the air in his lungs expanded.

That was how he felt now.  No matter how much he came, there seemed to be more coming.

The straight pressure he felt was fading, and the gay speck of him took over.

Tucker blasted his load straight down Hunter’s hole.

Along with his newfound sexuality, Tucker’s body grew too.

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Late that night, Austin slipped downstairs and rummaged through the box of speedos.

It felt so good to get his hands back on the swimwear.  He’d done the same horsing around as everyone, but while his bros treated the speedos as some sort of funny prank, the swim briefs had some kind of hold over him.  He couldn’t stop thinking about how much he wanted to slip on a pair.

It wasn’t weird, he told himself.  Matt had basically given permission.

Besides, if anyone caught him… he’d just say he needed the money.  Not true — Austin’s parents were absolutely loaded — but it was a good excuse.

He just needed to get this speedo thing out of his system.  Whatever spell the box had cast over him, maybe the pool party would be enough.  And if not, then he’d take the job at the bachelor party.  And if he was still obsessed with wearing speedos…

He could always go to Europe for the summer.

When his hand landed on his speedo, it sent a thrill through him.  He had a winner!  It was hard to see in the dark, but it looked kinda purple.

Austin clutched it and made his way down to the basement bathroom.  They used the basement for parties.  The bedrooms were all upstairs, so nobody would catch him there.  It was the bathroom he used when he needed to jerk off.

Still, Austin felt the need to be careful.  He shut the door softly and waited for the latch to click.  He twisted the lock.  Only then did he flip on the lights.

His speedo was eggplant purple.  Just like the emoji.

“Sick,” he lied to himself.  “The chicks are gonna think about dick.”

Austin was dressed for bed, so he just needed to drop his sweats and slip on the speedo.  The material made him feel different as he pulled it over his hairy thighs.  Special.  Weirdly… complete?

He let the stretchy fabric grip his junk and his meaty cheeks.  The moment he was wearing it, he felt the weirdest urge to move his body.  Not like… a ton.  Just bounce his ass a little, sway his hips.  He felt a beat and it was taking control.

“Oh yeah…” he growled, watching his beefy body in the mirror.  “That’s right baby… all the girls are gonna love this shit…”

But something wasn’t right.  The fabric was tight over his bulge, his hips were rolling to the rhythm, but it still didn’t feel right…

Austin needed it to feel right…

His eyes landed on one of the shelves.  Shaving cream.  A razor.  That was it.  Austin didn’t know who’s razor he was stealing, but he didn’t care.  He needed to be smooth!

He lathered up the shaving cream and smeared it all over his chest.  Actors did this kind of shit all the time, didn’t they?  Chris Hemsworth wasn’t actually that smooth.  It was just like lifting weights… one of those things you did to look good.

The first stroke cut through a swath of hair on his left pec.  Well… there was no going back now.  He looked like a partially logged mountaintop.  He rinsed off the razor, then took another stroke.  Another.  Another.  Eventually he had to lather his whole chest and repeat the process, catching the few stray hairs that slipped through.

Yeah, that looked good with the speedo.  Nice and clean.

But you know what’d look cleaner?  He lathered up a leg and started the same process again.  Then the other leg.  His arms… at least down to his elbows.  Forearm hair was probably okay, but… he got rid of it anyway.  Why not go all the way?

Austin posed in the cracked mirror, his body looking bigger than ever.  He gave a wide grin and a double bicep pose.  Oh yeah… looking sexy as fuck in the speedo.  He stretched teased the waistband down a little and —

Oh fuck… a whole thicket of wiry black hair was still down there.  One slip at the party and everyone would make fun of him.  It seemed super gay, but Austin knew what he had to do.

He stepped out of the speedo and immediately wanted to put it back on.  But… no!  He didn’t want to get the inside full of loose hairs and shaving cream.  He’d give himself a trim, really tidy up down there… then he could put on his speedo with pride!

Luckily for him, he found an electric trimmer in the drawer.  He didn’t feel safe or confident using a regular blade on the most important part of his body.  One nick and he wouldn’t be able to swim for days!  He adjusted the guard on the trimmer and buzzed away his thick bush.

It felt so good leaving that behind.

Behind?

All the way, right?

Austin reached around and buzzed the hair off his ass too.  Even the stuff right near his hole.  He spread his cheeks wide and did a thorough job.

Yesterday’s Austin would have been horrified at his new look, but tonight’s Austin loved it!  He looked so smooth and sexy… exactly the way a speedo stud should look!

He felt so relieved when he pulled his speedo back on.  He looked good and he knew it.  He propped up his phone and took picture after picture of him showing off for the camera.

Then, with more than a little hesitation, Austin pulled his sweats over the stretchy fabric.  He wished he could show them off, wished he could stroll through the house casually and let all the guys see how sexy he looked…

It was his little secret.

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Austin woke up late.  His roommate was already in class.

He let out a massive yawn and let his hand move towards his cock.  Rubbing one out was always a great start to the day.

His hand drifted down his body and something felt… weird.  He let his fingers slip under the waistband of his sweats and they brushed against glossy material.  His purple speedo!

How could he forget? he thought happily.  I’m so fuckin’ sexy in this thing.

He remembered moving his hips to the beat last night, watching as his smooth body…

Oh yeah, he thought, his mouth parting into a lazy grin.  I shaved all my fur.  He gave his cock a light rub through the fabric and dragged his fingers back up his torso.  The hair was totally gone, not even stubble… his goosebumps felt so sensitive.

Austin massaged his pec, teasing the nipple with his thumb.  He fuckin’ loved it… it felt so good to be a smooth speedo slut.  He was a convert, pure and simple.

Suddenly jerking off didn’t seem so important.  He needed to stay horny.

Austin sat up in bed and wandered down the hall.  After a quick trip to the bathroom, he headed for the kitchen to pour a bowl of cereal.  He’d just hunched at the table to eat when Matt walked in.

“Whoa, check that shit out,” Matt laughed when he saw Austin.  “You lose a bet or something?”

“Huh?” Austin grunted, still half asleep.

“Dude, you shaved off the Sasquatch,” Matt grinned.  He settled across from Austin.  “Seriously bro, I barely recognized you.”

“Oh, yeah,” Austin shrugged.  “It’s for that bachelor party guy.  Wear a speedo, get paid a grand… you remember?”

“Sure,” Matt nodded.  “I was thinking of trying for it myself.”

“Try if you want,” Austin joked.  “I’ll kick your ass.  I’m gonna finish up breakfast, then head out to the pool, take a few pics for the guy.”

“You gonna put on a speedo?” Matt asked curiously.  Sure, he was wearing his neon orange one underneath his shorts, but he didn’t expect Austin to try one on before the party.  Hell, he barely expected Austin to wear one at the party.

The kitchen was starting to fill up with half-awake fratbros.  Brayden was over by the stove heating up a breakfast sandwich.  Will had joined them at the table with his morning protein shake.  Austin didn’t expect to have this much of an audience.  Still…

“Already did,” Austin admitted, trying to sound less confident than he felt.  He stood briefly and tugged down his sweats just enough for them to see a flash of purple.

Now they know, he thought, trying not to shake.

He stared at his cereal and waited for the inevitable judgement.

“How’s it feel?” Matt said between bites of cereal.  He didn’t want to sound too eager, but his heart was soaring at the idea of having a bro who also loved speedos.

“Pretty good,” Austin gave a slight smile.  “I mean… they’re tight, but it feels good on my junk, y’know?”

“The fabric seems really smooth,” Will commented.  “I mean… not like I checked.”

Matt gave Will a side glance.  Could the sophomore be a speedo freak too?  Matt thought about how he tried to hide his interest but it kept slipping out… maybe Will was having the same problem?

“Yeah, these ones are kinda glossy,” Austin agreed.  “If you’re into that.”

“But you’re not actually… like… you’re not gonna go in the pool like that,” Brayden said with an edge to his voice.  “The party, sure, but…”

“Nah bro,” Austin laughed.  “I’m not gonna swim.  Just gotta get a few shots for that guy.  Maybe work on my tan…”

“Bro, come on…” Brayden whined.  “We got neighbours.  Lambda is right next door.”

“Whatever,” Austin shrugged.  “Matt, can you take some pics for me?”

“Sure thing!”

Austin rinsed his bowl and dumped it in the dishwasher.  Matt followed behind him like a lovesick puppy, eager to do whatever he could.  If Austin was actually gonna walk around in his speedo… maybe he could too?  After all, they were applying for the same job.

Once they were outside, Austin didn’t waste any time.  He dropped his grey sweats and let the shiny purple fabric catch the morning sun.  His hips moved without meaning to, responding to some hidden beat.

Matt laughed when he saw them from the back.

“What’s up?” Austin asked.

“Uh… did you look at the back?” Matt chuckled, wondering about the back of his own speedo.  “It’s… uh… it’s got writing on it.”

Austin twisted but he couldn’t quite see.

“Dude,” he laughed.  “Just tell me.”

“It says ‘The Rhythm System’,” Matt smirked.  “Right on your ass.”

“No wonder I can’t stop dancing,” Austin snorted.  “I mean… just… never mind.”

“I think it’s cool,” Matt said accidentally.  “I mean… if you’re feeling it.”

“Yeah,” Austin said, shocked by how easy it was to just… wear a speedo.  “This feels really good bro.  Like… maybe I’ll keep it after the party, you know?”

“Give me a little flex,” Matt said.  “Let’s make these pics good.”

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Tucker had woken up happier than he’d been in forever.

He was wrapped in Hunter’s arms, his face mashed into the other man’s chest.  Their speedo clad bulges were just barely touching.  With his first conscious thought, Tucker shifted closer to his lover.

He couldn’t believe what they’d done last night.  Both of them were straight, or… they thought they were straight.  But last night Tucker had turned Hunter into a speedo slut like him.  The gravitational pull had been irresistible.  He was gay for Hunter… he just knew.

Tucker had gone for it, and it turned out that Hunter was now one hell of a power bottom.  He’d practically milked out Tucker’s endless load and then —

Then the magic happened.

As his cum flowed down Hunter’s hole, Tucker felt his own body blowing up.  He’d always been on the skinny side, though if he had to be honest, it was closer to skinny fat.  But that all changed when Hunter took his load.

It started with his cock and radiated out in waves.  His pole, a modest five inches, grew and pushed farther into Hunter, making his roommate gasp.  Thank fuck, Hunter was a bottomless bottom — he adapted quick.

Tucker’s glutes swelled next, big and round and proud.  He’d always had a flat ass, but that seemed like a distant memory.  Between his thick glutes and his rapidly expanding quads and thighs, Tucker had a solid set of tree trunks.  As if to complete the set, his calves morphed into diamonds.

Above the waist, he actually lost some weight.  The fat over his abs vanished and a solid six pack pushed its way into existence.  Striations showed up on the side of his torso and his adonis belt went from impossible to inevitable.  Thick pecs pushed out above it all, the product of countless presses at every angle.

Capped delts.  Thick triceps.  Peaked biceps.  The kind of forearms that only come from rock climbing plus genetics.  His neck thickened and his lats flared and his face dropped the last of its baby fat.

Tucker was still himself.  Recognizable to friends and family alike, but… his best version.

It felt amazing.  Even better than putting on a speedo.

Below him, Hunter had the same experience, but his role as the bottom seemed to gift him a gravity defying ass to top it off.  Bottom it off.  Whatever.

When they finally untangled from eachother, Tucker figured it was inevitable.  Their frat bros were going to find out about them.  His thickest hoodie couldn’t hide his new body, and neither could his baggiest pair of jeans.  Better to strut downstairs in his speedo and let everyone see.

Unfortunately Hunter had other ideas.

“Are you crazy?” his roommate stared.  “You’ll get us fucking killed!”

“Dude, I just…” Tucker stammered.  “There’s like… no other way!”

“They’re gonna judge us,” Hunter insisted.  “And then they’re gonna kick our speedo covered asses.  And then… then they’re gonna kick us out of the frat!”

“Come on,” Tucker rolled his eyes.  “Brayden’s an asshole, but he’s not like… that much of an asshole.  Besides… look!”

He pointed out the window where a hairless Austin was shucking off his oversized sweats and showing off his body in a shiny purple speedo.  The man looked so free and happy, his hips moving to an imaginary beat.

They watched Austin find a spot near the pool and try out a few options.  A double bicep pose made his pecs look too small.  Arms by his side made him look hunched over.  Finally Austin settled on a casual stance, his hands out in front of him like he was talking up a storm.

“Got it,” Matt said, taking four or five pictures from slightly different angles.  “What’s next?”

“See!” Tucker turned to Hunter and grinned.  “This must have happened to a bunch of the guys.  Austin is usually a fuckin’ gorilla!”

Hunter stared out the window for a long minute, trying to make his mind focus on anything but Austin’s beautiful body.

“Damn,” he finally said.  “You think he’s a top?”

Tucker’s face fell.  He didn’t know what last night had been, but he was hoping for more of it.  Hunter caught the look immediately and backpedaled.

“I’m sorry,” he said, trying to focus on the man whose cock had turned him into a beast.  “Are we like… exclusive?”

“I dunno,” Tucker shrugged.  “I’m going for a swim.”

—————

Brayden stared out the kitchen window and fumed.

These fuckin’ speedos.  They’d turned Austin into a fuckin’ fag.  He was out in the yard right now, prancing around.  His bulge was so obvious, and when he turned around, Brayden could read those stupid words scrawled on his ass.

And worse, the other guys didn’t see a problem with it!  Matt had gone out to take photos, and Will was happily chowing down on cereal and prattling on about how great the pool party was going to be.

It was like he couldn’t wait to wear a speedo!

But wearing a speedo was super weird.  Totally queer.  Brayden hated everything about the box of speedos in the front room.

Guys were rummaging through them, playing with them, even trying them on.  Some of them were probably wearing them under their clothes.

Like Austin.

Like Brayden too.

Brayden hated that his speedo felt so good under his baggy jeans.  He hated the way it cupped his cock and balls, holding them comfortably in place.  He hated the way it squeezed his ass, making it firm and perky.  He hated the way it made him feel sexier than ever.

Watching Austin and Matt take photos outside… he was equal parts jealous and furious.

Fuck Austin.  Nobody should look that carefree and muscular and so fucking hot…

Brayden knew he couldn’t act like some stupid queen…

The bros depended on him too much…

He had to put a stop to it.

Right.  Fucking.  Now.

Brayden slammed his coffee cup onto the table and stormed out the door.

“Put some fucking clothes on!” he yelled, startling Austin midway through a pose.  Austin was showing the camera his ass, but twisting his torso to get his pecs in the shot too.

It was undeniably gay.  Way over the line.  Brayden felt rightous.

“Bro,” Austin chuckled dumbly.  “Relax, okay?  I’m just getting pics for that bachelor guy.”

“No you’re not,” Brayden fumed.  “I’m banning speedos from the house.  Right fuckin’ now.”

“But the pool party is tonight!” Austin protested.

“Yeah, well… I’m cancelling the whole party,” Brayden decided suddenly.  “We’re not gonna look like fags in front of the everyone.  Bad enough the Lambda’s can see you.”

He pointed up at their neighbours house.  Sure enough, there were a half dozen frat boys in basketball shorts and backwards caps snickering at them.

“You can’t do that!” Matt argued.  “Come on, we’re looking forward to it!”

“Look at him,” Brayden snapped.  “Everyone’s gonna think we’re gay if we wear that shit.  Austin, I don’t know what’s going on with your head, but… shut it down, okay?”

Tucker chose that moment to strut out the door, totally naked except for his golden speedo.  He ignored Brayden’s meltdown and headed straight for the pool, launching his newly muscular body into the deep end.

There was a satisfying splash.  When his head broke the water his eyes fixed on Austin.

“Hey bro,” he grinned at his fellow speedo bro.  “Looking good!”

Tucker swam across the pool and climbed up the ladder, his body dripping wet.  His speedo clung to his bulge, revealing even more than normal.  He looked like he was ready to star in a gay porno.

“Whoa…” Austin stared, mouth gaping open.  “Bro… what happened to you!?”

Tucker ran his fingers through his hair, making sure he flexed a little.  He knew he looked like a total babe, and he couldn’t wait for the rest of the frat to join him.  All they needed was a little temptation and the dam would break.

“I dunno,” Tucker said coyly.  “Wore my speedo last night, and uh…”

He looked up at his bedroom window and saw Hunter standing there.  His face was a mix of fear and lust, like he was scared that Tucker would give away his secret.  Hunter didn’t want anyone to know… or he wanted everyone to know… it was so confusing.

In a split second, Tucker decided to respect his lover’s privacy.  He didn’t need to out the guy, not unless he asked for it.

“And…” Matt prodded.  “Dude, what happened?!”

“And… I woke up like this,” Tucker shrugged and gave a little chuckle.  “Can you believe it?”

“Well… dude…” Austin grinned.  “You look fuckin’ great!”

“Thanks sweetie,” Tucker flirted back.  “You’re one hot slut yourself!”

The tension hung in the air between them.  For a half-second, Tucker prayed that Austin would give up his ass, just like Hunter had.  Maybe start a whole orgy!

Unfortunately for him, Brayden was on the warpath.

“Wait…” Brayden growled accusatorially.  “You’re a fuckin’ queer?”

“C’mon girl,” Tucker laughed, cocking a hip to the side.  There was no point in denying it.  “You really gotta ask?”

Brayden’s face went red with rage.  He had a real target now — not some dumbass box in the living room, but an actual person he could blame.  In an instant, he laid the whole last day of weirdness at Tucker’s feet, from the knock at the door to the way he wanted to tear off his jeans and join Tucker in the pool.

It was easier to be angry.

“You did this!” Brayden screamed.  “You… you brought that fuckin’ box into the house!  You started making everyone touch those stupid speedos, and act gay, and now you wanna… you wanna… you wanna turn us into sexy muscle sluts like you!”

Tucker thought Brayden was about to break.  Give in and join the speedo lifestyle.

Instead Brayden lunged at him  “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you!” the fratboy screamed.

Tucker hit the ground hard.  Brayden’s hands were locked around his throat.  His body was heavy.  Despite Tucker’s impressive muscle, Brayden had the superior position.

But suddenly Hunter was there, pulling the chapter president off Tucker and throwing him to the ground.

“Hey,” Hunter snapped as he towered above Brayden.  “Hands off my boyfriend!”

Brayden stumbled to his feet, moving backwards the whole time.  He opened his mouth for a parting remark, but thought better of it.  Instead he turned and ran out of the yard.

“Babe, are you okay?” Hunter said, staring into Tucker’s eyes with worry.

“Did you say boyfriend?” Tucker asked.

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Brayden stormed past the crowd in the kitchen, then past Cole and Spencer in the front room.  He punched the carton of speedos as he passed, causing the silky fabric to fly everywhere.

He was furious at Tucker and Austin and… anyone, really, if they refused to resist the speedos.

But he could rally the rest of the frat.  Get that shit out of the house now, kick the speedo sluts to the curb, get this place back to normal.  More than ever, the frat had to be a fortress of masculinity.

Though as he turned the corner towards the stairs, he saw Chase coming down in a dayglo pink speedo.  Brayden felt his cock twitch when he looked at the younger man.

“Hey Brayden,” Chase said cheerfully.  “Whaddaya think?  It’s totally me, right?”

Brayden turned again and ran.  Chase… seriously?  The guy was practically a religious nut job.  If he’d fallen into speedo sin, the whole house must be infected!  The frat was a lost cause!

The chapter president jumped in his car and made for the highway.

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Tucker was pretty upset, but he felt safe in Hunter’s arms.

“It’s okay baby,” Hunter whispered as he rubbed Tucker’s back.  The two men were sitting on a pool chair, trying to cope with the attack.  “Brayden was way out of line.”

Matt stood awkwardly.  He wasn’t sure how he could help, but he couldn’t leave Tucker in a bad place.  Tucker was his bro, and bros stick with bros, no matter what.  He didn’t know what had come over Brayden, but it definitely wasn’t okay.

“Hey bud,” Austin said, kneeling down in front of him.  “None of that stuff he said was true.  And you definitely didn’t deserve to get assaulted.”

“I mean… I brought in the box,” Tucker shrugged, taking blame he didn’t need to take.  “But I didn’t know it’d do this!  It’s not like I called the guy or whatever…”

“Brayden’s way overreacting,” Matt chimed in.  “Whatever his issue is… that’s his issue.”

“Yeah, so what… you and Hunter are gay,” Austin nodded.  “A couple bros came out of the closet… that doesn’t mean we’re all gonna turn gay.”

Tucker bit his lip and glanced at Hunter.  They had to tell the other guys, didn’t they?

“Um… you might,” Hunter admitted slowly.  “I mean… I never did anything gay ’til last night.  I haven’t even broken up with my girlfriend yet… but when I put on my speedo… when I saw Tucker in his speedo… I just… I needed him…”

“And I needed Hunter,” Tucker said, taking his boyfriend’s hand.  “It was like… look, I noticed a bunch of you guys sneaking speedos out of the box.  And I was like… weird, but okay… and then I touched one, and…”

“And you had to put it on…” Matt said knowingly.

“Yeah,” Tucker said.  “It’s the weirdest feeling.  Like… I didn’t ask for this, but… I can’t stop thinking about speedos.  I always thought they were totally gross, but now it feels so natural.”

“I know what you mean,” Austin said, fidgeting with the waistband of his purple briefs.  “I shaved my whole body cause it makes me look better in a speedo… and bro… it doesn’t feel weird at all.  It’s like, yeah… this is who I’m s’posed to be.”

“You look totally hot that way,” Matt said, the words just slipping out.  “I mean… the look works for you, or whatever…”

“Thanks bro,” Austin grinned.  “God… that’s so weird.  Day before yesterday, I woulda beat your ass for saying I look hot.  Now… fuck… maybe the gay part is happening to me too.  I used to think about chicks non-stop, but now… I just wish you were a speedo slut too.”

Matt gave an awkward grin and pulled the hem of his shorts.  Austin’s eyes went wide at the flash of neon orange speedo he was wearing underneath.

“Oh my god,” Austin said with reverence.  “I thought you said speedos weren’t your thing.”

“Yeah,” Matt sighed.  “I was totally lying.  I didn’t want you guys to think I was gay or something.”  He glanced at Tucker.  “Not like there’s anything wrong with that.”

“Damn…” Austin moaned.  Matt was only showing off a tiny fraction of his speedo, and he was still covering up his body with black basketball shorts and a baggy tee.  “Well… your secret’s out.  And since you’re vice president of the chapter… with Brayden gone, you’re in charge of the frat.”

“Mmm…” Matt said slowly.  “I guess you’re right.  Well… we got the pool and we got the beer, and I texted a ton of people about the party… so… it’s still on.”

“Anything else we need?” Tucker asked, warming up to the idea again.  “I guess we’ve got a fuckton of speedos.  And lots of hot guys to wear them.”

He looked at Matt expectantly.

“We need one more thing,” Matt said, pulling his shorts back up.  He walked into the house, waving for the other guys to follow him.  “House meeting.”

“Hey, Will!” he said to the bro in the kitchen.  “Spencer!  Cole!”

The fratbros who had been lounging nearby gathered around him.

“Emergency house meeting,” Matt ordered.  “Living room in five minutes.  Get everyone you can.”

He watched as the younger bros hurried off to knock on doors.  Once they were on their way, Matt turned to Tucker.

“Hey… are you okay if I tell everyone what just happened?” he asked.  “And what you said?  About the gay thing?”

“I guess,” Tucker said nervously.  “I just hope nobody else freaks out.”

“I got you babe,” Hunter said, wrapping one meaty arm around Tucker’s tight waist.  “Nobody messes with my man.”

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Most of the frat was home, though they probably should have been in class.  Brayden’s standards for academic achievement had gotten pretty lax.

The living room was packed.  Fifteen guys, most of who were still dressed in pyjama pants, baggy tees, and backwards caps.  They were giving nervous glances to the speedo bros — Austin, Tucker, Hunter, and surprisingly Chase — who had shown up in their favourite new outfit.

“Hey guys,” Matt said, standing in front of the TV.  “Sorry for the short notice, but something’s going on, and it impacts all of us.”

He watched the guys shift around uncomfortably.  There were glances between them.  One or two bros were staring at the box, like they expected a lecture.

“First off, I think we all know something weird is happening with the speedos,” Matt said truthfully.  “When you touch them… it does something to you.  Makes you want to wear one.  I’m sure a lot of you have made jokes about how they’re totally gay or girly or whatever…”

Keith stuck his hand up in the front row.

“Yeah?” Matt asked.

“Where’s Brayden…?” he asked.  “Point of order.  If we’re gonna have a house meeting, he has to chair it.”

The twenty year old was a political science major and was always interested in making sure process was followed.  Matt suspected he’d end up as the chapter president by his senior year.

“That’s fair,” Matt smiled.  “Unfortunately, Brayden melted down about all the speedo stuff and stormed out.  I don’t know where he is, I don’t know if he’s coming back, but in his absence, I’m in charge.  Questions?”

Keith shook his head.  His eyes kept swivelling to the speedo wearing bros, like they somehow had all the answers.

“On his way out, Brayden… he attacked Tucker, just cause he’s wearing a speedo.  So the jokes stop now.  The teasing stops now.  Everyone should feel free to wear a speedo if they want, and if someone doesn’t want one… we’re gonna respect that too, okay?”

He got a few nods.

“Guys, I need your buy in,” Matt insisted.  “We’re gonna respect everyone in this frat, speedo or no speedo, OKAY?”

This time the guys all chorused back.  “Okay!”

“Now… I’ve got to warn you about another effect these speedos might have,” Matt said softly.  “You might have noticed that Tucker and Hunter are both looking pretty damn buff.  I don’t know quite how to say this, but…”

“We’re lovers,” Hunter said, stepping forward and taking Tucker’s hand.  “Gay lovers.  We were trying on our speedos last night, and something came over us, and… we had sex.”

Hunter turned to Tucker and lowered his voice.

“I don’t care who knows,” he said softly.  “No… I do care.  Everyone should know.”

Tears formed in Tucker’s eyes.  Hunter wiped them away.  For a moment, Tucker felt like they were alone.  But of course, there was a whole frat worth of bros staring at him.

“It was like… really good sex,” Tucker grinned, staring into Hunter’s eyes.  “And when he fucked me… we… uh… we changed…”

“I don’t know exactly how it works,” Matt said, taking back the spotlight.  “But… I figured you all deserved fair warning.  If you hook up with another speedo bro… you might end up gay and you might end up huge.”

There was a nervous silence in the room.  Matt could feel Austin’s eyes on him.

“So… that’s what’s going on,” Matt said, feeling dumb that he didn’t have something more profound to say.  “The pool party is still on, and we’re all gonna show each other some respect, and… I guess, buyer beware on the gay sex.”

Matt stood awkwardly, not sure how to end the meeting.  After a long ten seconds, he said “So… uh… that’s it… other than to say… I’m a speedo stud too!”

He pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the side.  Then he pulled down his shorts and let the guys have a look at his neon orange speedo.

Matt stood in front of his bros, naked except for his favourite piece of fabric.  His stomach filled with butterflies.

“Me too!” Cole said, standing up in the middle of the room.  He pulled down his sweats and revealed a metallic black speedo.  Then he stripped off his shirt and threw it to the floor.

“And me!” Keith said proudly, pulling down his waistband and letting them all catch a glimpse of a red and white striped speedo.

As Matt stood there in the fiery orange fabric, he exchanged a nod with Tucker.

Bro after bro, they watched as guys revealed their own unique colours.

Will in cherry red.  Spencer in soft cyan.  Sam wore polka dots.

And none of them were alone.

The room emptied out slowly, the fratbros all buzzing with excitement.

“Damn bro,” Austin licked his lips.  “Feels pretty good, doesn't it?”

“Yeah,” Matt nodded.  “I can’t believe I was so… shit… why was I worried…?”

Austin stepped towards him, not wanting to stop himself.  He trailed a finger down Matt’s chest lazily and grinned.

“You look fucking sexy…” Austin flirted.  “Orange and purple look good together”

“I shouldn’t have waited so long,” Matt said softly.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Austin offered.

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They went to Austin’s room.  His roommate, one of the few bros who actually made it to all his classes, would be out for at least a couple more hours.  Enough time to go all the way.  Matt couldn’t believe how much he wanted to get with Austin.

Judging by the moans in the hallway, they weren’t the only ones.

“So… like… do you know how this works?” Austin asked nervously.  They were finally alone in his room, the door closed, sitting so close he could feel the heat off Matt’s body.

“I mean… with girls?” Matt shrugged.  “But gay guys do butt stuff, right?”

“That’s what I heard…” Austin nodded.  “So I guess… you just… touch it?”

“You want it to be your butt?” Matt asked.  “I mean… I’m down with whatever, it’s just… it’s a decision, right?  I thought cause you’re bigger, maybe you’d wanna be the… the gay one?”

“Bro, if we do this… we’re both the gay one,” Austin chuckled.

“Yeah, but you know what I mean.”

“So…” Austin said nervously.  “You wanna do it?  Like… no blame if you wanna stay straight.”

Matt gulped and rubbed one finger across the back of Austin’s purple speedo.  His finger caught on the writing — it was slightly elevated compared to the fabric it was printed on — but the smooth fabric was so appealing.

“Huh…” Matt said.  “Mine’s a little silkier.”

Austin took the hint and put his hand on Matt’s hip.  His bro was totally right — Matt’s vibrant orange speedo was silkier than his purple one.  He rubbed the side of the speedo for a few seconds, then slipped his hand onto Matt’s ass and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Just to feel the fabric of course.

Matt stood up and broke the connection.  He paced around the small room.

“Dude, are we doing the right thing?” he asked.  “I mean… yeah, we’re speedo bros for sure, but… do we wanna be gay ones?  There’s a lot of homophobes out there.”

“Yeah, maybe let’s slow down…” Austin agreed.  “It’s not like we gotta choose today, right?”

“I just feel like we need to talk about it some more,” Matt said with relief.

“Okay,” Austin said.  “I’m gonna put on some music.”

Austin got up and walked across the room to his laptop.  Unlike most students, he had a good pair of speakers.  Even before ‘The Rhythm System’, Austin had always loved music.

He scrolled for a minute and picked something with good bass.  The speakers buzzed to life and Austin bobbed his head to the rhythm.  Without thinking, his hips started to twitch.

Behind him, Matt stared.  Austin’s speedo covered ass was twerking along to the beat.  It was just a gentle bounce, but Austin’s beefy body was so huge that his ass had a life of it’s own.  Matt’s mouth watered.

“Okay,” Austin grinned when turned around.  “So… no pressure on the gay thing.  Like… you look hot, there’s no denying that, but… that doesn’t mean we gotta be gay.”

Matt wasn’t really listening.  He was watching the way Austin’s hips moved.  The way his pecs bounced.  The smile that made him feel so safe and genuine…

“Yeah…” Matt said, gulping deeply.  “Or… like…”

He lunged forward and pinned Austin against the wall.  The bigger man gave a wide grin, which transformed into a sloppy kiss.  He felt Matt’s hands roaming down his back until they reached his speedo again.  This time Matt knew what he wanted.

“Gimme that ass,” Matt commanded in a husky voice.  Austin was shocked to hear it.  He’d never known his friend to be anything but easygoing.  Now Austin went to pieces under Matt’s order.

“Yes sir,” Austin moaned with relief.  Thank fuck… he didn’t really want to talk.  Didn’t want to go back and forth a thousand times about what it meant to be gay.

He wanted Matt’s cock.  Needed it.  He could wait, but…

He didn’t have to wait anymore.

Austin turned towards the wall and then yanked down his purple briefs.  He was sorry to take them off, but he needed cock so bad.  He flexed his ass, doing his best to make it look hot.

He felt Matt’s cock tickling his hole.  The other man must have taken his speedo off too, but that didn’t matter.  All that mattered was getting cock.  Matt groped Austin's meaty body and pushed his cock against Austin’s hole over and over.

Finally, he hit the right angle.  Austin felt it instinctively… he pressed back and took Matt’s cock inside him for the first time.

“Oooooooooooooh…” Austin rumbled.  “Fuuuuuuuuuccck…”

He couldn’t think.  Couldn’t plan.  His body was on autopilot — twitching to the music, opening up for Matt’s beautiful dick, communicating only in a low moan.

“That’s right bro…” Matt growled into his ear.  “I know you want it… enough of that macho ladies man bullshit… you’re a bottom boy now, aren’tcha?”

Austin pressed his face against the wall and moaned his assent.

“Get that rhythm system going,” Matt teased, fucking Austin to the beat of the music.  For a brief moment, Austin wished he’d picked something slower, but then Matt’s cock brushed up against something and…

Austin’s whole body shivered.

He thrust back onto Matt’s cock hard enough to make it happen again.  Again.  Again.  Again.

They panted in time.  Austin lost himself to the rhythm.

The song changed, then changed again.  The playlist looped eventually.  It didn’t matter to Matt, he could keep going all day.  He loved the way Austin’s ass gripped his shaft.  It was driving him absolutely crazy.

His cock jerked inside Austin and he felt himself shoot cum into his buddy.

Normally Matt shot one or two spurts and that was it.  Today was different.  It was like Austin was sucking the cum out of him, milking it into his body as they both changed.  Matt’s legs shook and almost gave out, then they started to feel stronger.  He could feel Austin getting thicker in his arms, every muscle bigger and bolder.

When they finally collapsed it made the room shake.

Matt stared up at the ceiling.  Austin’s load was dripping down the wall.  Matt couldn’t resist — he struggled to his knees and licked it clean.  Cum tasted so fucking good…

He looked at his lover and saw Austin had gained a hundred or so pounds of muscle.  It was impossible, but there it was… the beefy frat boy had graduated to full on bodybuilder.  Matt’s cock twitched again… Austin was such a fuckin’ stud…

Matt was barely a hundred and eighty pounds, and built like an underwear model.

But he was in charge.

“Let’s cuddle for a while,” he purred in Austin’s ear.  “Then I’m gonna help setup.”

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Brayden was hours down the highway.  His mind was still racing.

He was furious with Tucker.  Not only had they let a gay guy into the frat, he was so obsessed with being gay that he wanted them all gay too!

Of course it wasn’t all Tucker’s fault.  Austin craved the attention.  Hunter betrayed them for adoration.  Matt was too weak to stand up for their principles, and now…

God… why did Tucker have to shove it in everyone’s faces?

He shifted uncomfortably.  Brayden didn’t want to stop the car.  Distance equalled safety, so his destination was as far away from the Gamma Alpha house as possible.

He needed gas.  He needed to pee.  And he needed some way to reaffirm his masculinity.

Brayden grinned when the answer to all his problems showed up.  There was a small town ahead.  According to the billboards it had gas, it had food, and most importantly… it had a strip club.

The fratboy couldn’t believe his luck.

He pulled his car off the highway and headed for the gas station.  After a quick pit stop, Brayden drove a couple hundred feet down the road towards the strip club.  He wasn’t the only car in the parking lot, but it was early.  The lot was mostly empty.

Brayden stepped out under the neon sign of the strip club and bathed in it’s light.

BIG TITS HERE!!!

That was exactly what he needed.  Brayden felt his worries lift away as he stepped into the dim interior.  There was a guy working security, and a girl about his age behind the host stand.  Brayden relaxed — she could have been a member of Delta Delta.

“Hey baby,” she said seductively.  “Here for the show?”

“Hell yeah,” Brayden smirked, putting on the bravado he loved.

“Can I put you right up front?” she flirted.

“That’s all I want,” he said happily.  “I need this today.”

She walked him through he mostly empty club and he felt completely at home.  Brayden loved strip clubs — sometimes the frat hit one up as a group, but more often it was just him, Austin, and Matt.  Back when they were normal.

He was back in his element.  It felt good to be in control.

A blond waitress with gravity defying boobs served him a beer.

“Good timing babe,” she purred at him.  “Show starts in five.  You need food?”

He ordered a plate of wings, tipped her a few bucks, then settled into his plush seat.  Forget about all the craziness at Gamma Alpha.  Those fuckin’ speedos turned the rest of the frat, but Brayden was a real man.

And real men loved women.

The lights dimmed and a young man in a suit walked to the front of the stage.  If the girls looked like members of Delta Delta, this guy would have fit right in at Gamma Alpha.  At least, back in the day.

“Welcome, everyone…” the guy in the suit said, staring Brayden straight in the eye.  “To LADIES NIGHT!”

The music changed on cue.  In one rehearsed motion, the man tossed his microphone to someone off stage and started dancing.  Brayden could hardly believe it as the dancer stripped off his suit jacket and discarded it.

Brayden heard a high pitched “Woooo!” from a table behind him.  He turned to look and realized that the half-empty club was also half-full… with groups of women.  He was the only man in the audience.

“Shit…” Brayden groaned.  The servers… the dancers… the other patrons… they all thought he was a queer, here to see dudes get naked.

What the fuck happened to BIG TITS HERE?

He blushed bright red and tried to disappear into his seat.

The dancer ripped off his dress shirt and tossed it right in Brayden’s face.  The frat bro caught a whiff of the dancer’s cologne and sweat, then threw the shirt off him.  The dancer’s body was taut and muscular, the result of thousands of hours at the gym.  Brayden couldn’t help but admire him a little.

But it was just admiration.  He absolutely wasn’t checking the guy out.

He absolutely wasn’t jealous of how shamelessly the dancer moved.

A guy like that must get all the girls…

The dancer tore off his slacks to reveal a green speedo.  The ladies screamed and Brayden’s eyes went wide.  Holy shit… it wasn’t exactly the one Brayden was hiding, but…

Close.

Way too close.

No way this dude fucked chicks.

Brayden finished his beer and slammed his empty glass on the table.  Time to pay up and leave.  He didn’t need to fill his mind with this shit.  Just get in the car and drive until he found safety.

“Another beer honey?” the blond waitress asked.

“Sure,” Brayden answered automatically.

Fuck… why had he said that?  Now he couldn’t leave without making it look like he was leaving early.  If he left now, she’d think he was completely insecure about his masculinity.

When she slid the beer in front of him, he promised himself it would be his last.

The first dancer finished his set and was replaced by a ripped guy dressed in a fireman’s uniform.  As he worked the straps off his shoulders, Brayden lazily compared the fireman’s body to Hunter.  The frat rat had always been athletic, but whoever had happened to him and Tucker… this stripper looked like a runner-up.

Heck, even Tucker was buffer than most of these strippers… not like it was a competition.

But if it was, Gamma Alpha would totally win.  They were the best at everything.

He imagined Hunter and Tucker and Austin on stage — they could strip better than these guys.  Austin was already halfway there, the way he was always half-dancing.  And once the rest of the frat was transformed…

Not that he wanted it to happen, but it seemed almost inevitable — once Tucker finished changing all the guys into a bunch of sex obsessed homos… wasn't this the kind of deviant shit gay guys did?  Be like… strippers and hookers and whores?

Brayden didn’t want to imagine what was happening at his house.

Probably some kind of massive gay orgy.

Thank god he’d gotten out.

Brayden felt a snake in his gut.  He hadn’t even tried to save his bros.  It was his responsibility, he was the chapter president, and he was the only one strong enough to resist.

He touched the green band of his speedo.

“Another beer?” the blond asked.

“Nah,” Brayden shook his head.  “Just a coke.  I gotta drive.”

But he stayed until the the lights went up.

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Neal was a brother at Lambda Pi Lambda.  All day he’d been listening to his bros mock the Gammas next door.  Sure, a bunch of them were wearing speedos, but… they were throwing a speedo party.  Who cared?

Besides, Neal could admit to himself, he’d always wanted to try one.  They looked comfortable.  It was too bad you could only pull one off if you were on the swim team, or possibly European.

They weren’t technically invited, but a bunch of the guys were headed over to the Gamma house anyway, just to make fun.  Neal decided to tag along.  This might be the only time in his life he got to hit up a pool party in a speedo — why not give it a try?

It was early evening.  Just a few of them went, including Robbie, their chapter president.  He couldn’t wait to tell everyone that Gamma Alpha had gone queer.

“Well, look who we’ve got,” Matt grinned at the door.  “Welcome to Gamma Alpha!”

“Seriously brah,” Robbie snorted at the vice-president.  “You acting like this is normal?”

“What is this?” Grant piled on.  “Some kinda gay orgy?”

“It’s whatever you want it to be,” Matt laughed, giving Grant an unsettling wink.  “But the beer is free and the girls are on their way.  Come on in, I think you’ll have fun.”

“Sure,” Robbie said, pushing past Matt and entering the house.  “Gamma Alpha is fuckin’ dead brah… this is social suicide.”

“Yeah,” Grant chirped.  “The Deltas are basically ours.”

Inside the house, one of the pledges had a table set up.

“Hey guys,” Tucker said cheerfully.  “Want a speedo?  Or you can wear whatever.”

He held up an olive green scrap of fabric, which Robbie snatched out of his hand.

“Seriously braaaaaa—“ Robbie started to say when his brain stalled out.  The speedo in his hand trapped his attention.  “Uh… I mean… yeah, I’ll take one.”

“What?” Grant laughed.  “For real?”

“Yeah,” Robbie made up an excuse.  “I’m gonna show them how dumb they look.”

“Good idea,” Grant said, grabbing a speedo with a swirling blue pattern on it from Tucker.  A disoriented look crossed over his face, but he covered quickly.  “They’re gonna want to make fun of us, but they can’t… not without making fun of themselves!  Where can I put this on?”

“There’s a bathroom down the hall,” Tucker pointed.  Robbie and Grant glanced at each other, then raced for the private room.

“Man, what got into them,” Neal joked.  “I guess I’ll take a speedo too.  Don’t tell my frat, but I kinda always wanted to try one.”

“You got a favourite colour?” Tucker asked, tipping the box so he could see.  “We’ve got lots of options.  Blue, black, grey…”

“How about red?” Neal asked.  “I feel like that’s a classic.”

“A man of taste,” Tucker laughed, holding up a speedo.  “Here you go.  Classic cut, classic colour.  Bathroom’s down the hall.”

“Awesome,” Neal said, taking it.  The speedo seemed to buzz in his hand with energy.  He couldn’t believe how excited he was to try it on.  “Thanks for the help.”

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Cole was having a blast.  He’d been a pledge for almost six weeks, but he’d never enjoyed a frat party before.  Brayden always made him work the door.  It had to be a joke, setting him up as the bouncer, despite his hundred and ten pound frame.

Truth be told, he thought Brayden liked torturing him.

He’d wanted to be in the frat as long as he could remember.  Cole’s Dad had been a Gamma Alpha, and he was always telling stories.  It was the best time of his life, they had the craziest parties, the girls were so easy…

Cole’s legacy status was why they let him pledge.  He wasn’t cool like the other guys.  He wasn’t an athlete or an extrovert or even very smart.  If you asked around, most of the guys would say Cole was kind of annoying, but… legacies get to pledge.

Tonight, for the first time, Cole felt like he was on the inside.

“Dude,” Matt had laughed when Cole took his usual place at the door.  “If you wanna play bouncer, go for it, but you always get stuck with door duty.”

“It’s okay,” Cole shrugged.  “Someone has to do it.”

“Let someone else take a turn,” Matt encouraged.  “I’ll take the first shift.  It’s been a big day, everyone deserves to have some fun.”

It really had been a big day.  A big couple of days.  He’d worked the door at their last party, drank half a beer, and then crashed.  By the time he woke up, there was a box of speedos in the living room and a bunch of his frat brothers were acting weird as hell.

But then he’d seen a metallic black speedo hanging over the lip of the box and… something made him want to touch it.  Something made him want to take it.  Something made him want to wear it.

He couldn’t explain any of that, but something also made him want to hide it, and he could explain that perfectly.  If any of the other guys found out he was seriously into speedos, he’d be mocked.  He’d be ostracized.  He might even be kicked out of the frat.

Cole couldn’t face the look on his Dad’s face if that happened.

So he hid the speedo under his sweatpants.  The next morning he was watching TV and heard Brayden blow up about the speedos.  Cole felt a surge of shame and adjusted his waistband, careful to make sure his own pair was hidden.

Five minutes later, Brayden stormed through the room and punched the box of speedos, scattering them everywhere.  Cole started cleaning them up right away — he was a pledge, that was his job — so he was standing right there when Brayden slammed the front door and drove away.

Cole made his decision — he’d take off his speedo.  Bury it in a drawer or toss it in the garbage.  No matter how right it felt, he needed to fit in with the frat and make his Dad proud.

So imagine how he felt when Matt got everyone together and made it clear speedo or no speedo, everyone belonged in the frat.  Matt even took a huge risk himself and showed off his shiny orange swim briefs.

Cole couldn’t help himself.  He couldn’t let Matt stand there alone.  He stood up and revealed his own speedo to the group.

Keith was next.  Will.  Spencer.  Sam.  Bro after bro revealed their speedo.

They wouldn’t let him be a freak.

“Hey bro,” Sam surprised him by touching his shoulder.  “Your ass makes that speedo look amazing.”

Cole’s jaw dropped.  He’d heard Matt’s speech.  He knew some of the guys would start hooking up — you’d have to be incredibly straight to turn down a muscular transformation like Tucker or Hunter.

Sure, he loved speedos, just like the other guys, but… Sam wanted him!

He couldn’t think of anything to say.  He went with the first thing that crossed his mind.

“It looks better on the floor,” Cole heard himself saying.

A half hour later he pulled his speedo back on, but it felt way tighter.  Cole was built like a linebacker.  Two hundred and thirty pounds of power and speed, plus an ass that would wow any crowd.

Sam was his fuckbuddy.  That speedos sluts were his bros.  And Matt was one hell of a leader.

Cole left Matt at the door and went searching for the keg.  There were a few dozen people in the house and about a hundred more in the backyard.  Almost every dude gave Cole a jealous look as he passed by — the straight guys were jealous of his muscle while the speedo sluts were jealous of his meat.

“Hey babe,” Sam said, finding him near the pool.  His fuckbuddy handed him a red solo cup.  “Got you a beer.”

“This is pretty cool,” Cole grinned.  “I can’t believe how many people came.”

“Gamma Alpha throws a great party,” Sam chuckled.  “Word gets around.  Plus, the Lambda Pi Lambda’s told everyone to come mock us.”

Cole rolled his eyes.  Lambda Pi Lambda was their next door neighbour and their biggest rival on campus.  They competed on everything, including for the ladies of Delta Delta.  Well… they used to, but not anymore.

“I hope they’re having a good time,” Cole laughed.

“I’ll say,” Sam grinned.  He gestured with his solo cup.  “That’s their chapter president.”

Cole followed his gesture across the pool and locked eyes with a beefy blond stud in an olive green speedo.  The guy was laughing and flirting with Chase.  Though neither of them had exploded into muscular gods yet, Cole felt they would soon.

“Weird night,” Cole said, slipping his arm around Sam.

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Chloe led twenty women towards the Gamma Alpha house.  When Delta Delta shows up to a party, they come in force.

Most of the girls were parading down the street in bikinis and boy shorts.  A few, like Chloe, had come directly from class.  She had her swimsuit ready in her backpack.

“I hope this isn’t like the last Gamma Alpha party,” Madison sighed to her.  “That Brayden guy is a creep, and they’re all under his spell.”

“Did something happen?” Chloe asked seriously.  “We don’t have to go.”

“No, nothing like… happened happened?” Madison sighed.  “They never go over the line, but… you know frats.  A bunch of guys who think their dicks are God’s gift to womankind.  I swear, one more drunken douchebag tries to mansplain my thesis to me, I’m gonna lose it.”

“Give me the signal anytime,” Chloe offered.  “I’ll walk you home.”

“Thanks,” Madison gave her a squeeze.  “Love you.”

They turned the last corner and the Gamma Alpha house came into view.  Chloe’s eyes went wide when she saw Matt working the door.  The vice-president was chatting with a couple people going inside, completely nude except for a tiny orange speedo.

Chloe had hooked up with Matt late last spring, before switching over to Austin as her preferred hookup.  Matt must have spent all summer in the gym!  The frat bro had pumped muscles and shredded abs.  Had she made a mistake?

He had to be on something.  She made a mental note — watch for anger issues.

“Hey girls!” Matt waved, practically hopping up and down with excitement.  “Thanks for coming!  We’re just getting started!”

“Watch out,” Chloe teased, shouting for the benefit of all the nearby frat houses.  “Here comes Delta Delta!”

“Welcome!” Matt said, waving them inside.  He didn’t even try to stop Chloe for a chat.  Wow… cold shoulder much.  “Kegs are out back, and we’ve got Whiteclaws this time!”

“Wow,” Madison rolled her eyes sarcastically.  “They’ve been reading the feedback.”

“Hey, at least they’re sealed,” Chloe pointed out optimistically.  “Remember that cocktail bar the Lambdas did last year?  I didn’t trust a single pour.”

“I don’t know why we even go to these things,” Madison rolled her eyes.  “Hey, is that your boytoy over there?”

Chloe’s eyes went wide for a second time.  If Matt was on steroids, he bought enough for the whole house!  Austin was looking massive, carrying a keg out to the yard with one hand.  His beefy body was shaved clean — that must have been the difference — and he couldn’t stop shaking his ass to the beat.

“Austin!” she called after him.  “Hey baby!”

“Oh, hey Chloe,” the muscular man grinned.  He put down the keg and put out his arms for a hug.  “How you doin’ girl?”

“I’m good,” she flirted, running a single finger down the cleft of his pecs.  “But… I need to change into my bikini… could we use your room?”

“Oh yeah, go ahead,” Austin nodded.  “You know where it is, right?  Will’s guarding the stairs, just tell him you’re allowed up.”

“Maybe you should… come with me?” she said, tossing her hair over one shoulder.

“Oh, you don’t need me there,” Austin said obliviously.  “Besides… I’m on DJ duty tonight.  Gotta make these dudes DANCE!”

He turned and hefted the keg.  Chloe’s eyes bulged a third time when she saw the writing on the back of his speedo.  Austin McKnight wearing a speedo was weird enough without a shaved body and a constantly bouncing butt.

“Austin,” she hissed at him.  “I’m saying… let’s have sex!”

“Yeah,” Austin shrugged.  “Sorry babe, but… girls aren’t really my thing anymore, y’know?  Out and proud and all that shit,” he grinned.

“Wait… you’re gay?!” Chloe almost choked.

“Yeah, but not cause of you,” Austin said.  “It just happened, and it’s good.  Be happy for me.  Oh… and can you take lots of pictures tonight?  I’ll add you to the shared album!”

“Sure,” Chloe agreed, unsure what to say next.  “Uh… I’ll see you out there?”

“You know it babe!” Austin laughed.  “I’ll be on the dance floor.”

He slapped his ass and made it jiggle.

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Spencer and Keith were grinding on the dance floor.  The two men had fucked hours ago, right after the house meeting, but the lust between them kept burning.

“I love this ass,” Spencer whispered in Keith’s ear.  He groped at Keith’s muscular butt cheeks through the man’s red and white striped speedo.  Spencer had actually thought about taking that one, but he decided it looked too much like a circus tent.

Keith made it look good.  His glutes were now a pair of meaty pistons that drove Spencer wild.  Spencer’s transformation had been weighted more towards the front — thick pecs, impossible abs, and a cock that his speedo could barely take.

But Keith’s ass took it just fine.

“You wanna sneak upstairs?” Keith teased him.  “Just a quickie… two, maybe three hours?”

“I wanna dance,” Spencer grinned, raising his arms above his head and letting them float there.  Keith took the opportunity to run his hands down the sides of Spencer’s beautiful torso, feeling every ridge of his rock hard muscle.

“I want you to do that thing with your tongue,” Keith giggled.

At the start of the day, Keith hadn’t cared about anything but politics and propriety.  But after Matt’s speech?  After he caught sight of Spencer is that soft blue speedo?  None of that stuff seemed important anymore.

You get one life.  Why not live it?

“Hey guys!” Hunter waved at them with his phone.  “Say cheese!”

Keith and Spencer gave each other a glance.  The conversation wasn’t over, but they could pause for a second and pose.  Keith wrapped his arm around Spencer’s waist, while Spencer bit his lip and flirted with the camera.

“Yeah,” Hunter grinned.  “That’s a good one!”

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“I’m telling you… they’re all gay,” Chloe hissed to the half-dozen Deltas she’d gathered together.  “Every guy in Gamma Alpha… I mean, I didn’t check every single one or anything, but… Austin told me he’s gay.  And Matt’s acting like he’s Austin’s boyfriend.”

“I was dancing with Hunter,” Jessica told them quietly.  “And he was like hold it… I need to request some Gaga.  What the fuck kind of frat boy loves Lady Gaga?”

“I’m telling you, something seriously weird is going on here,” Chloe nodded.

“I think it’s nice,” Madison said, sipping her Whiteclaw.  “I mean… when was the last time you had this much fun at a party?”

“Yeah,” Hannah agreed.  “By now I’m usually trying to shake some loser.”

“And what happened to that Brayden guy?” Avery asked.  “He’s like… lead creep around here.  Maybe with him out of town…?”

“Austin did not turn gay because some dude left town,” Chloe rolled her eyes.

“Whatever it is, let it be,” Madison suggested. “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”

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The party was at its peak when Brayden made his way up the frat house stairs.  He was furious — his bros had all been turned into a bunch of sissies, but somehow their parties were more epic than ever?  It didn’t make sense!

It had to be the fucking speedos.  They’d broken containment.  They were recruiting every guy on campus!

Every dude at the college needed Brayden to save them.

“Brayden, bro!” Hunter shouted from his position at the door.  “You’re back!”

Hunter was hanging out in a speedo — maroon and gold.  He thought about the pink one that Chase had been wearing.  Totally gay.  At least Hunter matched the school colours.

Still, he barely recognized the bro.  Hunter was always a gym rat, but this version lived in the squat rack.  He was shredded as hell, with ridiculous muscles and — Brayden couldn’t believe he was noticing this — a massive bubble butt.  With an ass like that, Hunter was in real danger of becoming a sex worker, like those guys at the strip club.

“Hey dude,” Brayden said, getting close enough that he could speak quietly.  “You watching the door, huh?  You’re freaked out with all this speedo stuff too…”

“What?” Hunter laughed.  “Nah, no way bro.  I’m just taking my turn.”

“Yeah sure,” Brayden snorted.  “Like you’d do a pledge job.”

“Things changed around here,” Hunter shrugged.  “No reason the pledges should get all the grunt work, y’know?  Besides, I get to stand out front and dudes check me out… how awesome is that!”

He waved past Brayden at a nerdy looking guy on the sidewalk.  The guy gave Hunter’s speedo clad body a weird look.  To Brayden it looked like disgust.  To Hunter, it looked like desire.

“We’re having a pool party!” Hunter called to the guy

“Thanks,” the guy said nervously.  “I’m not in a frat.”

“That’s all good!” Hunter encouraged.  “Everyone’s welcome!”

The guy glanced around for hidden cameras, but Hunter coaxed him up the steps like a puppy being welcomed into a new home.  Eventually he crossed the threshold.

“I better get in there too,” Brayden said, trying to sound casual.  If he didn’t stop them soon, the speedos would take their next victim, and then the next, the next, next, next, next.

“Enjoy!” Hunter said, waving him in.  “Hope you have fun!”

Brayden circulated through the party, dodging the table where Tucker was handing out speedos like they were free candy.  Fucker was standing there in his stupid golden speedo, his pledge pin clearly visible against the fabric.

The nerdy guy took an electric blue speedo and his face registered a change.

Brayden had to do something fast.

“Hey bro,” Tucker waved.  “Good to see you!”

Brayden nodded.  He knew there was no point in getting aggressive with Tucker, they’d just kick him out of the house again.  Instead he tried to be invisible, but that’s impossible for the chapter president at a frat party.

The more of his frat brothers he saw in their speedos, the angrier he got.  Brayden had only been gone a few hours, but Matt had turned all his bros into total queers.  He wanted to call them sissies, but… almost every guy in Gamma Alpha was a fuckin’ beast.

Brayden felt small.  Inconsequential.  He wanted to hit something.

“Yo, Brayden!” Matt jogged over when he saw his friend enter the backyard. “You finally decided to join us?”

That made Brayden even madder.  Join them?  It was his fuckin’ frathouse, but Matt treated him like a guest.

“Fuck off,” Brayden laughed.  “I’m here to clear this shit out.  Shut the party down — NOW.”

“No can do,” Matt shook his head.  “The guys worked so hard to put this together.  We’re goin’ til midnight.  Longer, if the cops stay cool.”

Brayden imagined the cops showing up and getting caught up in it.  Dark blue speedos with their badges pinned to the side.  The thought made his stomach turn.

“I’m sorry buddy,” Brayden dripped condescension.  “You don’t have the authority.”

“Nope,” Matt agreed. He absently touched his speedo.  “But I’ve got the support.”

“Those things are fuckin’ evil,” Brayden spat.

“Hey, you’re welcome to your opinion,” Matt laughed.  “And speedo or no speedo, you’re welcome here bro.  Just… enough with the tough guy act, okay?  We all know what you want.”

“Oh yeah?” Brayden challenged.  “What do I want?  Go ahead bro… fuckin’ tell me!”

Matt leaned close and lowered his voice.

“You wanna fit in,” he rumbled.  “I get that, we all do.  But you don’t get to do it by making everyone just like you.  We’re cool with you, whoever you are, however you show up, and… I know you’re a speedo stud too,” Matt whispered right in his ear.  “It’s peeking above your jeans.”

Brayden felt his heart race.  He looked around, hoping nobody heard that.

“For fucks sake bro…” Brayden begged.  “Just let me go.  I just wanna be normal.”

“Nobody’s forcing you,” Matt replied.  “You wanna take off your speedo, go right ahead.”

Brayden felt powerless.  Matt wasn’t listening.  None of his bros were.  Welcoming him, sure, but his usual domination wasn’t working.

“You know what,” he grinned, knowing it would twist a knife in Matt’s heart.  “That’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”

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Brayden slammed into Neal, spilling the man’s drink.  Luckily for Neal, there was a pool nearby.  He jumped in with a splash, then swam to the side and climbed out dripping.  One of the Deltas was watching him.

“Hey,” he said with a smile.  “I’m Neal.”

“Damn,” Madison shook her head.  “All the good ones are gay.”

“Huh?” Neal chuckled.  “Uh… no, I’m straight.  I’m actually trying to hit on you, but… maybe I’m doing a bad job.”

“Oh,” Madison said, taken aback.  “Sorry, I just… you’re wearing a speedo.  I thought the guys in speedos were all gay.”

“Not me,” Neal shrugged.  “But… the guys I came with might be.”  He pointed at Robbie across the pool, flirting with some guy in a pink speedo.  And he didn’t know where Grant was now, last he saw the bro was headed upstairs with a pair of meatheads from Gamma Alpha.

“The Deltas have a theory,” Madison admitted.  “We think the speedos are laced with something.  A chemical or whatever that turns guys gay.  Maybe you’re immune?”

“I dunno,” Neal said.  “You know the Kinsey scale?”

“I’ve heard of it,” Madison nodded.  “Some kind of ranking if you're straight or not, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Neal nodded.  “I took a psych class last year where they said it’s not black or white.  Incidentally homosexual, they called it.  I filled out this whole questionnaire, and —“

“Let me guess,” Madison interrupted.  “You were the only straight guy.”

“Nah,” Neal laughed.  “Like 95% of the guys scored totally straight, which is statistical bullshit.  Tell you the truth, I think a lot of guys lie on those things.”

“But you’re the one honest man?” Madison said, raising her eyebrow.  “Diogenes would be pleased to meet you.  And… uh… so am I.  I’m Maddie.”

“Neal,” he said.  “But I already said that.”

“So you did,” Maddie laughed.  “Okay Neal, what’s a straight man doing in a speedo?”

“I dunno,” he shrugged.  “I always wanted to try one, this seemed like the perfect opportunity.  It’s not bad.  I might go crazy, try a crop top next.”

“You’re okay Neal,” Maddie offered.  “Go find a towel.  I’ll grab us some drinks.”

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Brayden hurried up the stairs.  For a brief moment he was worried he’d find a couple of dudes fucking on his bed — it was happening in every other room — but his space was still intact.

He closed the door, then leaned a chair under the knob for good measure.

“I’ll show him,” Brayden muttered, pulling off his t-shirt and tossing it in the hamper.  He blushed when he realized Matt was right — the green of his speedo was peeking over the edge of his jeans.  It was so obvious.

He had to get it off.

Brayden kicked off shoes and socks, then unbuckled his belt and tossed it to the side.  All he had to do was shove down his baggy jeans, rip off the speedo, and get dressed like normal.

The jeans hit the floor no problem.  And then the speedo… his fingers touched the fabric and they couldn’t help but linger.  That couldn’t hurt, right?  To spend a few more seconds enjoying the silky fabric.

Hee wasn’t a speedo bro, but now that he touched it…

Now he wasn’t even trying to cover it up…

Oh fuck, it felt so good to touch…

So good to show…

He wanted to strut down the hallway wearing it.  Walk down to the stairs and have everyone stare.  Catch Matt’s eye.  Austin’s.  Even Tucker’s…

Oh shit… Tucker.  Brayden felt a wave of regret wash over him.  He’d attacked Tucker.  Literally locked his hands around the other man’s throat.  He’d been so angry at his speedo — the way it felt, the way it held him, the way he wanted more… and Tucker had been an easy target.

Matt might say he was welcome back.  Tucker might say ‘good to see you!’

But how could he look the pledge in the eye?

Brayden ran his hand along the curve of his ass.  The tight fabric hugged his skin.  He wanted to go downstairs and lose himself in the music.  One more speedo stud, lost in the crowd.

There was no use denying it.  He’d never belong.  Not after what he’d done.

He peeled off the speedo.

Brayden went to his dresser and found a pair of boxers.  They seemed so absurd, but… they fit.  Sort of.  The fabric was scratchy and they didn’t hold his balls snug, but…

He could make them fit.

He layered on jeans.  A t-shirt.  A hoodie.  A backpack with enough clothes for a one-way trip to somewhere sad.  Brayden made the bed and tidied up his room.  Matt should take it — he was the real chapter president now.  He should get the perks.

Brayden hefted his backpack and balled up the speedo in his hand.

Tucker was downstairs, handing out speedos to newcomers.  The box was pretty much empty.  Brayden wondered if his would be tossed back in the pile, a new start for someone new?  Or was it garbage now, never to be worn again?

“Hey man,” he said, coming face to face with Tucker.  “I’m really sorry about earlier.  I was totally out of line, and…” he pushed the speedo into Tucker’s hand.  “I don’t deserve this.”

“No… you don’t,” Tucker agreed, taking the fabric and tossing it into the trash.  “But nobody here is perfect.  We’re all figuring out who we are, okay?”

Tucker tossed a new speedo at Brayden.  It was different from his green one.  Silky and smooth, yeah, but white and barely more than a thong.  Brayden turned the fabric over in his hand and started to tear up.

“Hey guys!” Tucker shouted, holding the box upside down.  “We’re out!”

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“Go to your room,” Tucker whispered in Brayden’s ear.  “Get undressed.  I’m coming for you.”

He watched as the former bully climbed back up the stairs and disappeared from view.  Brayden had a pretty nice ass already — it’d be even better once the frat was done with it.

Tucker moved around the party spreading the word.  Brayden was ready to join them.

Hunter was cautious but supportive.  Matt nodded and followed his lead.  Austin queued up at least an hour of music before he slipped away from the DJ booth.  Each of them circulated, making sure that every bro in Gamma Alpha knew.

When Tucker finally got upstairs, the frat was lined up in the hallway.  He took Hunter’s hand and the two of them went inside, leaving the rest to wait their turn.

Brayden was sitting on his bed stark naked.

“So… you missed the speech earlier,” Tucker said with a little smirk.  “Here’s the deal.  When speedo studs fuck each other… it gets pretty damn gay.  You’re gonna get big, you’re gonna get horny, and you’re gonna spend the rest of your life obsessed with cock.”

“You ready?” Hunter asked.  “It’s your call, but… I think you’re halfway there.”

Brayden’s eyes flicked between Hunter and Tucker, then down to their speedos, then back up to their faces.  His heart was racing.  The way Austin’s body looked packed into his purple briefs… the way the dancer moved as he stripped at the club… the way Tucker and Hunter stared at him hungrily.

“I want it,” Brayden finally admitted.  “Ever since I touched my first speedo.”

Hunter and Tucker exchanged a grin, then peeled off their speedos and stepped out of them.  Brayden’s mouth watered uncontrollably when he saw the pair of cocks.  Both bros were rock hard.

Brayden realized he was uncontrollably hard too.

“You need to suck it, don’t you?” Hunter teased, keeping his cock just out of reach.  “Better get on your hands and knees.”

He got on all fours, adjusting his stance at little as Hunter’s coached him.  The position felt vulnerable, but… maybe vulnerable wasn’t so bad?

Brayden was so fixated on the cock in front of him, he didn’t notice Tucker lining up to his ass.  His first warning was a warm finger, working his hole and lubing him up.

“Ooooooooohhhh…” Brayden moaned at the new feeling.  “Fuuuuuuuucckkk…”

“That’s right baby,” Tucker smirked.  “You’re gonna get fucked real good.  This frat’s full of cocksluts, and you’ve always been the top dog, haven’t you?”

“Mmmmhmmm…” Brayden nodded frantically.  He’d never felt anything as good as Tucker’s finger in his hole.  Then Tucker added a second finger and Brayden reached a new level of pleasure.

“Well good news,” Hunter grinned.  “You’re gonna be the biggest… the horniest… the sluttiest bro in the frat.  You ready for your initiation?”

Brayden whimpered and moaned.  He needed it. He wanted it.

Tucker gave it to him.  He slid his cock inside Brayden and the former bully opened up.

“Oh fuck yeah…” Brayden melted under Tucker’s cock.  “Oh yeah bro… fuck me with that massive cock… fuck me… fuck me…”

Tucker locked eyes with his boyfriend and gave Hunter the tiniest nod.

“That’s enough talking,” Hunter chuckled.

He slipped his cock between Brayden’s lips and watched as the man learned the taste of precum.  He synced his rhythm to Tucker and watched Brayden start the ride.

About ten minutes later Tucker blew his load.  Brayden’s body ballooned with muscle, his ass almost as big as Hunter’s.  The feeling of his body growing only made Brayden want more.  He needed every drop of cum they could give him.

Ass, mouth, all over his face, it didn’t make a difference.  He needed cock.  Now and forever.

Brayden laid there panting as Tucker and Hunter pulled their speedos back on.  He moved to get up and follow them, but Tucker held up his hand.

“Wait right there,” Tucker smirked.  “You’re nowhere near done.”

A few seconds after they left, Brayden realized what he meant.  Matt and Austin came in, dropping their speedos without a single word.  Brayden lifted himself back into position and the men mounted his body.

Matt’s cock took his hole, while Austin fucked his mouth.

Their cum left him even bigger than before.  His ass was even bigger than Hunter’s now!  And his muscle tits were almost as big as Austin’s!  The thought of a beautiful muscular body filled Brayden with pride — he was gonna be a speedo slut, just like his bros!

Cole and Sam came in next.  Then Spencer and Keith.  The frat boys kept showing up to use his body for a sex toy.  Brayden didn’t care, it felt so good to be included!

By the end of it, Brayden was a sweaty, cum covered mess, happier than ever.  He was so filled with lust he could barely think, and even then… he could only think about the next cock.

Sadly, he’d worked his way through the entire line.  He’d have to clean up a little bit and go down to the party.  See if he could find a few more speedo studs to fuck him.

Brayden staggered to his bathroom and stopped dead.

He looked so fucking hot.  Massive — at least two hundred and eighty, and shredded like a competitor.  His dark hair was gone, bleached to a white-blond.  His brown eyes were crystal blue and wide enough for his brains to fall out… if you saw him on the street, you’d think he was a total idiot.

And you’d be right.  He giggled at how hot he was.

Brayden twisted on the shower and rinsed off.  When the soap hit his cock, he couldn’t resist lathering up and jerking his pole for a few minutes.  After all… a cock was a cock, wasn’t it?  And sometimes a bro has to help himself out.

He blew three loads before he managed to rinse off.  Even then, squeezing his cock into his slutty white speedo was nearly impossible.  He had to think about his last girlfriend so he could get soft enough.

When Brayden stepped into the backyard, Austin leaned into the microphone at his DJ station.

“Yo yo yo!” he hollered over the music.  “Check it out, Mr. Frat Rat himself is in da HOUSE!!!”

Brayden raised up his arms and became another beautiful body, dancing in the crowd.

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It was a little after three in the morning when the party finally petered out.  The kegs were empty, the cocktails were gone, and the DJ was playing Scissor Sisters on repeat.

“Bro…” Matt stumbled up to the DJ table and grabbed Austin from behind.  “Let’s go to bed.”

“No way…” Austin whined.  “It’s a party…”

Matt looked around at the yard.  The house lights were all off, and most of the frat had gone to bed an hour or two ago.  Sure, there was the occasional moan from an open window, but that was it.  The only people left were Austin, Matt, Brayden, and the two guys Brayden was making out with.

“It’s time babe,” Matt said firmly.  “Shut it down.”

“Fine,” Austin slurred, slamming his laptop closed.  He unplugged from the speakers, then handed the whole rig to Matt.  “Carry this,” he said.  “I gotta send the pics.”

“The pics?”

“Yeah, shared album,” Austin grinned.  “I’m gonna text it to the guy.  Everyone is gonna get a chance at that thousand bucks.”

Matt gave him a look.

“Oh fuck off,” Austin said drunkenly.  “I asked around.  The whole frat’s cool with going for it.  I mean… if you are?”

“Sure,” Matt snorted.  “Anywhere I can wear a speedo, right?”

He carried Austin’s DJ gear up the stairs while the bigger man tapped in the phone number from the box.  There was a ‘whoosh’ sound.

“There we go,” Austin said with a satisfied grunt.  “Hey… you tired?  I’m horny…”

“Like always?” Matt teased.  “Let’s use my room… Chase isn’t home.”

“Hell yeah, Chase!” Austin grinned.

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Matt woke up with a serious boner.  Austin was snoring softly in his arms.  Too bad — it was their first morning waking up together, and Matt wanted to give him a pounding.

Whatever.  They’d do it later.  Two or three times if Austin was horny.

Matt carefully shifted his body, trying not to wake his lover.  Across the room Chase’s bed was empty.  He’d checked in when the party was wrapping up around three.  He was spending the night at Lambda Pi.

Have fun, Matt had winked.

They had to redo the room assignments.  It wasn’t fair that Chase had to watch him and Austin having sex all the time.  Unless that was Chase’s thing.

Matt considered his orange speedo on the floor.  He’d worn it for almost two days straight.  Time for a wash.  He tossed it in his laundry hamper, then went to find something to wear.  His boxers were all so baggy, but he found a pair of running shorts that weren’t like… so tragic.

They’d do until he bought something better.

He made his way down to the kitchen, clearing discarded cups as he went.  To Matt’s surprise, the living room wasn’t like… a total disaster.

“Hey bro,” Brayden said as Matt walked into the kitchen.  The beefy blond had been cleaning up, and he’d been thoughtful enough to put on a pot of coffee.  He poured Matt a cup without him asking.  “I was wondering… can we talk a little?”

“Sure thing,” Matt consented, inhaling the aroma thankfully.  “What’s up?”

“Well… I don’t think I should be in charge anymore,” Brayden said, scrunching his eyebrows together with focus.  “I mean… you planned the whole party and that’s great, but… the guys are also like… different.  When you’re in charge, y’know?”

“That’s the speedos,” Matt joked, pointing down at Brayden’s shiny white bulge.

“Nah bro,” Brayden shook his head.  “It’s you.  So, I like… resign or whatever.”

“You sure about that?” Matt asked.  “We could be co-presidents?”

Brayden sighed and gave Matt a solemn frown.  It looked out of place with Brayden’s new himbo vibe.  Whatever was bothering him, it was serious.

“Look… bro…” Brayden groused.  “I wasn’t just like… a bad leader.  I tried to strangle Tucker… like… for real!  If you guys hadn’t been there, I don’t know what I woulda done.”

“You’re a new man now,” Matt pointed out.

“Yeah, but like… that was still me,” Brayden shrugged.  “I gotta do something to say sorry, so… okay… for my last thing as chapter president, I’m gonna assign myself fifty hours of house service, okay?  Let the pledges off the hook, I’m on door duty, cleanup duty, designated driver… the whole nine yards.  If Tucker says more — I can do more!”

Matt raised his hands in surrender.

“Okay, I get it,” he nodded.  “We’ll see if Tucker thinks it’s good.  I accept your resignation, but… I’m glad you’re sticking around.  A lot of guys wouldn’t take the demotion and stay.”

“Me too bro,” Brayden laughed loudly.  “Frats are like the best place to get cock!  Being in charge is so much work!  I don’t got a guy like Austin, y’know?”

Matt helped him finish up the kitchen.  By the time they were ready to move onto the front room, Spencer and Sam and Chase had already taken care of the mess.

Which left plenty of time to wake up Austin.

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Hunter slurped an iced coffee and waited at the campus coffee shop.

He was watching Tucker across the room.  The younger man was sitting quietly while his now ex-girlfriend berated him in front of everyone.  She was seething about how he’d lied to her, how he’d embarrassed her, and how he’d wasted her time.

“Julie,” he said.  “I’m sorry, I like… it just happened.  I didn’t know.”

“Sure,” she rolled her eyes.  “Yesterday you thought you were straight, and today you’ve got a boyfriend?  Things don’t move that fast.”

“They did for me,” he said honestly.  “I didn’t try to embarrass you.  I wish I’d known sooner.”

“Yeah right,” she snapped.  Julie stood and snatched her coat.  “You know what — when you change your mind, don’t come crawling back to me.”

After she was out the door, Hunter came over.

“You okay?” he asked, taking the seat beside Tucker.  “That looked rough.”

“It sucked,” Tucker nodded and took a deep breath.  “Fuck, I hated doing that, but… better than yours, right?  Julie didn’t throw a latte at me.  Besides…” he looked up and stared into Hunter’s eyes.  “When you know, you know, right?”

“Yeah,” Hunter nodded.  “When you know, you know.”

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A week later Gamma Alpha was holding a joint fundraiser with the Delta Deltas.  A two-lane carwash — one lane got your car washed by Deltas in their bikinis, the other lane was if you wanted Gammas in their speedos.

The Deltas were attracting traffic from all over town, but Matt had done some advertising.  Some guys were driving their cars in from a hundred miles away, just to get them washed by a Gamma Alpha.  Or Neal — he’d been dating Maddie since the party, and he figured helping out the Gammas could only score him points in her book.

Austin was running the music.  Matt was keeping them organized.  Tucker was washing more cars than anyone else.

Brayden was doing a terrible job at waxing a red corvette.  The driver was a patient guy — he stood there and watched the tanned slut in the white speedo do the job over and over.  Two hours later, Brayden took his twenty dollars and gave him a kiss goodbye.

“Okay boss,” he said, jogging up to Matt.  “Who’s next?”

Brayden’s pecs were so big they were almost hypnotic.  Matt had to focus for a second before he could check his clipboard.

“Uh, that black BMW,” he pointed at a car parked nearby.  “He asked for you specifically.”

“Oh boy,” Brayden grinned.  “I’ll take my time!”

“I’ve no doubt you will,” Matt sighed.

Brayden bounced over to the BMW and knocked on the window.

“Hey sir,” he said, making sure to give the guy a good look.  “I’m Brayden!  I heard you asked for me!  Wash and wax?”

The driver stepped out of his car.  He was an older guy, but he was in pretty good shape.  And that car… he had money.  For a long minute, Brayden dreamed about parading around town on the Daddy’s arm.

“Hi,” the older guy said with a smirk on his face.  “The car’s fine.  Actually… I’ve got a delivery for Gamma Alpha, and I wanted you to see it first.”

“Huh?” Brayden stared.  The guy pulled a box from his trunk and handed it to the speedo clad himbo.  “Uh… what’s in the box?”

“Open it and see,” the guy teased.

Brayden put the box down on the hood of the car and clawed his way inside.  The man grinned as Brayden pulled out a calendar.  There was a big group photo on the front — it was from the party!  Gamma Alpha, crowded around the pool.  The fifteen muscled up studs each wore a tight pair of speedos.

Brayden felt proud when he saw it it.  He read the title slowly.

“Speedo Sluts 2026… whoa dude, is this for real?”

“Yeah,” the guy smirked.  “Sorry about the misdirect… there was never any bachelor party, but… there’s an envelope for each of you in there.  A thousand bucks each.”

“No way!” Brayden gasped.  “We made a slutty calendar?  AND we get paid?!”

“You like it, don’tcha?” the man chuckled.  “Hot of the presses.”

“Bro, it’s like… totally rad,” Brayden nodded, glancing at the Gamma Alpha house.  “I’m so stoked!  You wanna like… come inside?  Maybe… like… fuck me a little?”

“Not today, Mr December,” the man said.  “But I’m sure we’ll work together again.”

“But bro!” Brayden said with confusion.  “My birthday’s in July!”

The man revved the engine and pulled away, leaving Brayden standing there with the box.  Too bad, Brayden thought to himself.  He probably had a massive cock.

“Hey guys!” Brayden shouted.  “Look what we got!”