Close Quarters Ch. 04 on HotGuySecret
Close Quarters Chapter 4: Cheap Beer and a Dirty Frat
I spent the rest of the week on edge following the events that took place. Part of me was excited about the fun that could transpire with Jonathan, but I didn’t want to seem to eager and he had not made any attempts to go further. The only thing that seemed to change following our time together was that he didn’t bother trying to cover his cock when he got dressed. Part of me was more upset about that because I couldn’t help but look at it and think about how much I wanted it inside me. That pink head opening my tight virgin ass. It was far thicker than the toy I used. Despite my clear desire, he didn’t make any moves. I was bummed, all that talk about being his toy was clearly just something he said in the moment and not something I should count on.
Friday came and with that came homework, relief from the stress of the first week of class, and of course, parties. I had never been to a party that included drinking and I was lucky enough to make a friend with someone in my Econ class. Austin, a tall blonde with nice 5 o’clock shadow regardless of the time of day, sat next to me on our first day and since that time we exchanged numbers and had fun sending each other funny pictures and videos. He was into golf and got a scholarship to come to college to play. I was shocked that our college even had a golf team but I was grateful it helped me get a new friend. I was laying in bed relaxing after my last class when my phone buzzed.
Hey, you wanna come out with me tonight? Got invited to a frat house. I read in Austin’s voice.
I looked up to Jonathan who’s back was to me as he sat at his desk typing away before I responded. Yeah, let me get ready and I’ll meet you outside. I got up changed my shirt and it was then that Jonathan turned around.
“You going somewhere?” he asked.
“Um yeah, my friend is going to a party and wanted me to join.” I answered. His face didn’t waver, and I was partially disappointed that he didn’t seem at least a little upset.
“Sounds like fun! Be safe!” He turned back around and went back to his typing.
I sighed quietly, bummed because I would rather be doing something much more fun with him, before leaving the room and meeting with Austin outside. He looked very attractive, wearing khaki shorts, and a light blue button up with his top two buttons undone. He had put some cologne on and the smell drew me in. I gathered myself and smiled. “So where are we going?”
“I don’t know the name of the frat but I know where it’s at. Let’s go! If we get there early we should be able to get some free booze before it gets too crowded.” I followed him do what the college called Frat Road, which was much more of a large roundabout with about a dozen homes that looked like former mansions in the 1900’s before being converted to a frat house that then never got updated. There was a history to them, but it was under several layers of frat boy ick.
We walked to the house chatting about our childhoods along the way. Austin came from Ohio and was really missing his dad and had a girlfriend prior to college but they broke up after graduation. As we approached the house, we saw a huge muscular guy wearing a shirt that was at least a size too small as his pecs were putting a lot of pressure on the thin fabric. He looked as us and gave a half smile. “Sup bro’s you’re hear a bit early. Let’s see some ID’s. Austin pulled out his wallet and pulled out a twenty.
“Both me and my friend here forgot our ID’s, I know President Jackson can help smooth that over.” He handed the twenty to the guy who laughed.
“President Franklin is my favorite, but Jackson is pretty cool.” The guy said. I tried not to laugh at the idea that he thought Benjamin Franklin was a president. He opened the door and let us in. The place was dimly lit with neon lights and music that was inaudible due to the bass being so loud overwhelmed my senses. The place smelled of old beer and Febreze mixed with BO.
“You wanna grab a beer with me,” Austin yelled pointing to a cooler. I nodded and we started walking over. “This is your first time drinking yea?” I nodded again as he handed me a can. “Just make sure to pace yourself and you’ll be fine.” He said cracking open his beer. We bumped the cans together to celebrate getting in and began drinking. A sip of beer hit my tongue and I felt myself wince. The taste was as if someone pissed in a Mountain Dew. Austin looked at me reaction and laughed. “It gets better I promise.”
The night continued and before long the house was filled with people. I finished my beer and got halfway through another before I decided I couldn’t do the taste anymore without vomiting. Austin had wandered off every now and then, talking to a girl before coming back slightly more irritated after each encounter. He was walking back from his most recent chat and walked up to me rolling his eyes. “The bitches here suck. You had any luck yet? I don’t think I’ve seen you talk to a single girl” he said finishing off his fourth beer. I hadn’t told Austin I was gay, and I didn’t really think a room full of potentially homophobic men was the place to make that public information so I smiled shrugged my shoulders.
“I don’t really wanna half to bring a girl back to my dorm and piss off my roommate.” I said.
“Nah that’s no excuse, if you find a lady, I’ll let you use my dorm. I don’t have a roommate, they dropped out after the first day. The bed is still made.” He grabbed my shoulder and tired pushing me toward the crowd of people before looking at my beer. “Dude fuck the beer, let’s get you something you can actually drink,” and shifted his steering toward a table with bottles. I watched him grab some different bottles and start pouring them into a red cup. I glanced over to the crowd and saw a few guys who, if not at a frat house, I would consider talking to. One was about my height with thick brown hair and a huge bubble butt that bounced as he danced. He had his hands on a girl’s hips as she grinded into him. The other was tall guy with red hair and… rimmed glasses. It was Jonathan, he was talking to another guy and laughing. They looked to be friends the way the guy was standing, only facing Jonathan slightly while obviously staring at a girl twerking near them. As I was gazing at them I felt a cold plastic hit my hand as Austin handed me my new drink. I tasted a sip of it, the fruity sweet flavor covered a hint of what felt like rubbing alcohol. Still better than the beer.
We went into the crowd and Austin tried to introduce me to a couple of girls. While they were very pretty, I did a half ass job of trying to seem cool. Hoping that they would become disinterested in me if I made it look like I had no game, which wasn’t that hard of an act to do if I was being honest with myself. Austin looked at me and sighed, “Bro I’m telling ya these bithces.” We left the crowd and I could feel my mind getting foggy. Is this what it feels like to be drunk? I thought to myself. The air felt heavy and I could feel myself getting warm. I pointed to the patio and Austin nodded. We walked outside and the cool air brought me back to my senses somewhat. “At this point I don’t even know why we’re still here.” Austin scoffed, finishing his beer.
“I mean there’s still a chance at you finding a girl to take back the dorm,” I responded, hearing the slur in my words. Austin looked at me and chuckled.
“Question for ya Alex,” he started, “you got a girlfriend or something? I haven’t seen you even look at girl this whole night.”
I sighed, no better time than the present to be open about who you really are “No, not a girlfriend. No one really, but women aren’t necessary what I gun for.”
“No shit?” Austin laughed, “Eh no judgement here. But maybe you can use some of that to help me get someone.”
“I don’t think I’m that good at talking to people.”
“Nothing a few more drinks can’t help fix.”
We proceeded to drink and Austin continued filling my cup with more and more liquors. After a while, I was walking around feeling weightless with my mind cloudy. Austin had me try and talk to a few women for him but to no avail. None were interested in talking with him. We met back by the drink station and I started laughing. “Maybe it’s you” I said my words sticking together.
“What even is that supposed to mean?” he asked accusingly.
“I mean you don’t live at this frat, so they probably don’t know you. Maybe you come off a little too strong.” I could feel myself word vomiting and listened to my stream of conscious exit my mind, “like don’t get me wrong, you’re hot. They just don’t seem to be looking for that kind of thing tonight. Maybe we should call it and head out.” I could feel myself getting tired and was nearing my limit.
“Maybe, but you’re doing great for never drinking before. Feeling okay?” he asked.
“Um, I’m alright, a little wobbly but other than that I’m good to walk.” I began to step toward the door when the world started spinning. I stumbled and Austin caught my fall.
“Easy buddy, let’s maybe sit down somewhere quiet and I’ll get ya some water.” Austin elbowed one of the guys and asked if there was a room with less going on, he pointed up the stairs which seemed like a thousand miles away. “Alright we just gotta get up those and we can get ya hydrated and ready for the walk back.” He practically carried me up the steps as I felt things move and exist around me. He led me to a room that I’m assuming was the guy who he talked to. It was a typical guy room. Old beer cans littered the floor and there were pictures of half-naked women hanging above the bed next to a Pink Floyd poster. Austin sat me down on the end of the bed. “I’ll be back let me get you some water.” He walked out of the room and as he shut the door the sounds of the party grew muffled. I looked at my hands and could feel my movements lagging behind the commands my brain was making. Austin came back in with a new cup. I took a sip and felt life start to come back into me.
“I don’t think water has ever tasted this good,” I laughed. He laughed too.
“Well there’s more where that came from so drink up my guy.”
“I hope I’m not the reason you couldn’t find a girl. Maybe people thought you were gay too,” I could feel myself word vomiting again yet the concerns I had about coming off weird were muted.
“Eh, their loss. I still had fun regardless, not every day you get to be with a buddy on his first drinking escapade. Besides, there weren’t that many cute girls anyway.” He sat down next to me on the bed and starting drink his own water. “Thanks for coming out again” His cologne wafted into my nose again and I felt myself starting to feel a rush of thoughts.
“No problem,” I said trying to focus my attention on drinking my water and not the smell of him. Did he put more on just now? Am I crazy? “You smell nice.” I felt my eyes grow wide as I realized I said that out loud. He chuckled.
“Oh thanks, I smelled like booze so I put a little more on. So I gotta ask, is getting guys to sleep with you easier than the time I’ve been having?”
“I wouldn’t know I haven’t slept with any guys,” there it was, the word vomit. Why was I telling him these things? Surely he doesn’t care. But he is asking so maybe he does? He raised his eyebrow.
“Really? Nothing?”
“Nope nothing to write home about at least.”
“So do you know what you’re into then? Like, I know I’d love eating girls out long before I ever did it,” he chuckled, “and boy was I right. So what do your instincts tell you?”
I tried to think of his question, I’m sure I would love giving head, “the idea of a cock in my mouth has never sounded like a bad time for sure.” He looked at me confused. “Oh I forgot to answer sorry.”
“Um…” he paused, “no you didn’t”.
“What?” I felt myself growing confused. Was I thinking or talking? Who even knows at this point.
“A cock in your mouth?” he stated in a matter of fact tone. Fuck I did say that part out loud.
“Fuck I was just thinking out loud sorry I’m not super with it right now and thinking is hard to do I…” I began stammering trying to find the right words to say.
“Alex chill, not judgement” he laughed a little, “I mean it’s good to know what you like. Do you have any cock in particular that has your attention at this moment in time? Or would any cock in your mouth do.” He said chuckling.
“Um…” I paused and thought of Jonathan’s thick cock filling my mouth, sliding down my throat. The thought was interrupted by the new thought of how he clearly didn’t want to do anything anymore. “why do you ask?” I finally said.
“I mean, I’m not gay but head is head if you’re looking to practice I wouldn’t mind being your guy.” He shrugged and put his hand on my leg. I felt a rush of butterflies and nerves shoot through me. “You’ve never done it before?” I shook my head, “I doubt it’s that hard. I’m sure you could figure it out.” A mixture of feelings and thoughts were going through my head. He was a cute guy sure, but I didn’t know him that well and I wouldn’t want things to be weird between us. “Come on,” he said unbuttoning his pants and placing his hand on my shoulder, “you didn’t get me any girls tonight, I think you probably had something like this in mind anyway.”
I felt his hand on my shoulder firmly gripping me. Was this what I wanted? I didn’t do a great job getting him a girl to take home? Maybe subconsciously I wanted this to be the result? I felt his grip get stronger as he pulled me closer to him. I leaned in for a kiss and he pulled his head away. “Woah no kissing, I’m not into that. But if you wanna suck a dick, here ya go” he ruffled through his pants and pulled out his dick. It was soft, but it looked thick, a pink head poked out from the opening in his boxers. I felt his hand move to my head and start guiding me down. “Just a little, I promise you’ll like it.” I felt my brain growing foggy again. His words started to echo in my head. Maybe I will like it. His hand grew stronger and I felt myself lose my balance and follow his guiding until my mouth was inches from his dick. I could smell him. He had been sweating a bit through the party that much was clear.
“Austin I don’t-” I was interrupted by him forcing my face into his crotch.
“Just give it a taste already faggot.” His voice hit me like shards of glass cutting through my thoughts. I tried to pull my head away but his hand was now firmly on the back of my head. Everything was still spinning when I opened my eyes I couldn’t focus on anything, he pushed harder and my nose dug into his pubes. I opened my mouth to talk and felt his dick touch my lips and a hard pressure on the back of my head. He entered my mouth and I could taste the salt of sweat and found myself even more confused. “there ya go, not so hard.” I tired to pull my head up and felt the pressure on my head stop me, “Just get me hard first and then I’ll let ya talk” Realizing that I had gotten myself into a messy situation it hit me that the quickest way to end this was to give in. I closed my eyes to get the world to stop spinning and started moving my tongue around his dick. I felt it start to grow in my mouth, pulsing. I felt his hand pull back from my head and as I lifted my head up he pushed down again and thrusted into my mouth, forcing his dick into the back of my throat. I gagged and he grabbed my hair and pulled me off him. “See you like it right?”
“Austin I don’t feel good. I think we should leave.” My words were even more slurred than before and I felt myself growing weaker. “I need more water.” I reached for the cup and he moved it away from me.
“I don’t think you need any more of that, you’re doing great. Let’s just finish this eh? Then I can walk you home. You wanna go home right?” I felt his hand move back and grab my hair, pulling it as he wrapped it around his fingers.
“I do wanna go home, can we do this when I’m feeling better I just-“
“You’re okay,” he shushed me, “I just gotta get rid of this boner before we go. You were doing so well.”
“NO” I yelled. He let go of my hair and pushed me back. I fell off the bed and onto the floor, knocking over some beer cans and feeling the carpet get wet from the spilled liquid. I tried to get up but a tired feeling was sweeping over me. “what the fuck is wrong on with me? Is this was drunk feels like?”
“Sometimes yeah it does,” Austin said calmly, I tried to look back at him but things continued to spin. I felt a heavy weight on top of me. “Just relax bro. I wanna help you get home I just gotta fix this first.” I felt a pull at my pants. “I’ll be quick I promise.” I tried to crawl away but there was almost no connection between my body and my brain.
“Please.” I mumbled my mind starting to go blank.
“What the fuck?” A voice boomed from ahead of me. I could feel the weight on me get lighter and sounds swirled around. Yelling, lots of yelling. Words were loud but unintelligible. I opened my eyes and saw a blur of someone. I felt a hand grab my hand and squeeze. I could feel myself being lifted up. This person wasn’t Austin. He wasn’t this tall. It was someone else. I looked up to see Jonathan visibly furious. His eyes were looking back at Austin. “We’re getting the fuck out of here.” I felt myself relying on his strength to carry me down the stairs, my arms clung to his sides as he slowly but with purpose, led me out. My mind began to swirl from the movement and things went black.