Date: Sat, 1 Dec 2012 22:11:49 +0000
From: Mr Skinny <mr.skinny@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Geeks Get Hot  -  14-Brad

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The following piece of fiction contains explicit descriptions of sexual
acts between consenting adult males aged over the age of 18. Please do not
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Note from Author:

This part of the story is told by Brad. The chapter will be retold from
Anthony's point of view soon. To read other chapters from this story, go
back to the main `Geeks Get Hot' folder.


Geeks Get Hot  (part 14) - Brad


I could not believe my nerve had failed me again. Frustration filled me, as
time and time again I froze up unable to tell Anthony that I too was gay. I
left to take my shower, resolving to grow some balls and force myself to
tell him as soon as I returned, but when I arrived back at our dormroom it
was empty.

I did my laundry and then tried to study, but my mind kept wandering, and I
couldn't help worrying that Anthony was avoiding me. He was gone all day,
and didn't come back until nearly midnight.

"I'm so tired," he announced as he flung open the dormroom door. "I'd
completely forgot about a paper I had to write that's due in tomorrow. I've
been in the library working on it all day."

I started to speak, but he hushed me.

"Not now Brad, I really need to go to bed and get some sleep. I'm
exhausted."

Miserably, I kept quiet, and the next day, Monday, classes and studying
kept us both busy until the late evening again, and by that time, it was
too late for a serious conversation. Tuesday was much the same, and I
realized to my horror that the perfect moment to come out to Anthony had
passed. It had now been days since Anthony had told me he was gay, and I
hadn't been able to respond. Never mind. Maybe I would get another perfect
opportunity some time. Till then, I tried to be as supportive as possible
and show that his confession hadn't freaked me out.

Before I knew it, it was Saturday again. I woke my usual time and after
exercising, got my laundry done. Anthony was still in bed half-asleep when
I got back. I sat down at my desk and began to study, soon getting lost in
the textbook and class notes I was reading. The sound of my cell announcing
the arrival of a text message dragged me from my concentration. It was from
our neighbor Charlie.

"Come to our room 2nite. My bro got us beer :) "

Seconds later, Anthony's cell also beeped.

"Did you get the text from Charlie?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied. "Should be a good night. It's been such a busy week, a
night relaxing with my mates and drinking a few beers is just what I need."

We spent the rest of the day studying, and after eating in the cafeteria,
we headed next door to Chris and Charlie's dormroom, knocking
quietly. Charlie opened the door to us and ushered us inside. I always
loved going into Chris and Charlie's room. Even though the layout was
exactly the same as mine and Anthony's they had made it so much more
homely. There were posters on the walls of their favorite bands and sports
teams, (not to mention scantily-clad girls), and also brightly colored
beanbags on the floor for guests to sit on.

"Hey guys!" Chris greeted us, getting up off his bed which he had been
sitting on. He fetched us both a can of beer from the crate that was
half-sticking out from under Charlie's bed. My eyes scanned the room's
occupants warily. Courtney, Charlie's girlfriend was there, as was Chris's
girlfriend Carly. Sitting next to them were two other girls I didn't know,
presumably friends of theirs, and then Brett and his roommate Curtis. With
me and Anthony that made ten altogether, but not quite an even split
between girls and guys.

Me and Anthony sat down next to each other, and for a while we all just
talked about college and the impending end of year exams, and our plans for
the summer, all of us drinking steadily.

"This is getting boring," Chris announced. He got up and picked up a pack
of playing cards from off of his desk. "Did anyone want to play poker?"

"How about we make it interesting and play strip poker?" Curtis suggested
daringly.

"Hell yes!" Brett exclaimed a little too enthusiastically.

The girls looked at each other and shrugged.

"Okay," they agreed.

I looked sideways at Anthony silently requesting his help with my eyes, and
he found a way to explain the basics of the rules to me without making it
obvious that I didn't know how to play.

Chris was dealer first and ended up losing the hand. Charlie and Brett both
laughed at him as he took off his shirt, exposing his naked chest. Charlie
lost the next hand and he too took his shirt off. I had to concentrate on
not staring at him too much. His pecs were nicely toned and his torso was
lightly tanned from studying outside in the sun without a shirt on. Curtis
lost the next hand and as he took off his shirt I had to physically stop
myself from letting out a lustful gasp at his perfect sculpted abs. His
skin was a lot paler than either Chris or Charlie, and was perfectly
smooth. He had a small tattoo of a scorpion above one of his nipples. We
played another hand and Anthony lost.

"Fuck it! That's five guys losing in a row! When are the girls going to
start losing?!" Brett complained.

I expected Anthony to take his shirt off too, and looked forward to his
thin torso with pale pink nipples being exposed, but to my surprise, he
stood and unbuckled his jeans instead, to excited laughs from the girls and
wolf-whistles from Charlie and Curtis. He blushed at the attention. He
looked so cute standing there red-faced in just his shirt and boxerbriefs,
white and navy blue striped with a soft round bulge in the center of
them. He sat back down.

"One of you girls has *got* to lose this time!" Charlie said as he dealt
the cards. Sure enough, Carly ended up having to strip off, and like
Anthony she chose to take her pants off. The shirt she was wearing was long
enough to cover her panties, much to Brett and the other guys'
disappointment.

It was then Anthony's turn to be dealer. I picked up my cards and looked at
them. I had a good hand. In the end though, I lost out to Charlie who had a
full house. My heart fluttered nervously in my chest as I realized this
meant I had to join in the stripping. The guys were all laughing, but it
was a different kind of laughter than that I had had to endure at high
school. It was joking and good-spirited rather than spiteful. I knew they
were laughing because we were all having fun, not because they were
insulting me. I shyly pulled my shirt over my head, exposing my chest, to
the cries of encouragement from the guys. I felt a little awkward at first,
sitting there bare-chested, but as I continued to play, and drink, I forgot
my nervousness.

Brett lost the next two hands in a row and became the first to end up
dressed in just his underwear. He was wearing baggy boxers, and his chest
was already very hairy, despite him only being the same age as the rest of
us. We were all drinking still, but Brett seemed the drunkest. The girls
had a run of bad luck, and soon Carly and one other girl were both wearing
just their brassiere and panties, much to Brett's delight. Charlie lost the
next hand and unzipped his shorts, revealing a pair of tight white Calvin
Klein boxers. Curtis was the next to lose and end up sitting playing in
just his black boxerbriefs. The amount of naked flesh and tight boxers on
display was starting to have an effect and I had to force myself to
concentrate on my cards to stop myself from springing a
boner. Unfortunately, the concentration didn't improve my gameplay, and I
ended up losing the hand.

Fuck! I'm going to be sitting in front of everyone in just my briefs!
Courage Brad! You can do it!

I stood up and slowly took my jeans off. The world didn't end. I was still
alive. I sat back down. Carly and the girl sitting next to her were
whispering to each other, and then Courtney leaned over and joined in the
whispered conversation. I thought I heard the word "hung" being mentioned
but I couldn't be sure.

The game continued with Carly's roommate losing next and having to take off
her shirt leaving her in just a lacy pale pink brassiere and matching
panties. Anthony lost the next hand and took his shirt off, leaving him
wearing just blue and white striped boxerbriefs. My dick twitched and I
hoped nobody noticed.

Chris and Courtney were the only two people not wearing only their
underwear by this point. Very soon somebody was going to have to reveal
more than they probably wanted to...I prayed it wouldn't be me!

Carly lost the next hand, and Brett let out a whoop of delight!  "Oh yes!
Get those tits out!"

Shrugging to her friends, Carly reached behind her and unhooked her
brassiere, letting her large breasts fall out of it as she discarded it
onto the floor. Brett let out a low whistle.

"Chris you are one lucky guy!"

I had a look myself. It just confirmed my sexuality to me. Not a single
stirring in my briefs at the sight of Carly sitting topless with her
enormous tits on display. I just did not understand the lustful glances the
other guys were giving or the lewd comments Brett kept making about
them. Next to me, Anthony spluttered as he raised his can of beer to his
lips.

"Are we going to carry on playing or are y'all just going to sit there and
stare at me for the rest of the night?!" Carly demanded. She grabbed the
cards and started dealing, her breasts quivering from the movements of her
arms.

I picked up my hand and my heart sank. I calculated that it was extremely
likely that I would lose the hand and that would mean...

Oh fuck!  What could I do?!

I started panicking a little. One by one everybody folded except me and
Curtis. My heart was in my mouth as we both revealed our hands. I had a
two-pair of threes and fives. Curtis let out a groan of disappointment.

"Oh crap, I thought you were bluffing."

I looked at his cards, a pair of nines. I let out a slow sigh of relief as
it registered that I had beaten him.

"Boxers off then!" giggled one of the girls.

Curtis shrugged and quickly pulled his black boxerbriefs down. His dick was
cut, and reached slightly lower than his balls, with his pubes trimmed
short. The girls gasped in mock shock and Charlie wolf-whistled. Curtis
grinned boastfully as if to say `yes, I know my body's hot!' I admired him
for being brave enough to sit there completely naked and let it look as
though it wasn't affecting him.

"Is that the game over?" He asked.

"One more game," begged Brett. "I want to see one of the girls get naked!"

We all laughed and agreed to have one more hand of poker. Brett lost, and
grumpily pulled down his boxers, revealing his cut cock, quite short in its
flaccid state, but fairly fat in girth, his pubic hair a messy unkempt
bush.

"Okay, game's over!" Charlie announced.

I had been enjoying the sight of all the naked flesh, but relieved the game
was over as I was really having to concentrate on not staring openly at the
guys and their bodies. We all started putting our clothes back on.

"I expect you're glad that's over," Brett said to Anthony. "Now you're
dressed again nobody can tell you're the skinniest!" He gave him a little
dig in the side of his body with his finger.

 "Quit teasing Anthony!" I yelled, giving Brett such a push he nearly spilt
his beer.

"Hey!" He retorted angrily. "Careful, you nearly made me spill my drink,
asshole. It was only a joke. There's no need to get that uptight."

"Oh Brad never could understand jokes," Courtney said. "I remember this one
time in high school..."

"Wait," interrupted Curtis, "You mean you two were in high school
together?!"

"Yeah, well, for some of it anyway. Brad transferred somewhere else junior
year. Anyway, in high school Brad was this major loser, and he always
dressed in seriously unfashionable clothes that looked like they came from
a thrift store..." Courtney turned and looked me up and down "...yeah,
looks like not much has changed there!" she sniggered. "So, this one day,
Brad turns up wearing these brand new really cool designer jeans, like lots
of the guys liked to wear, and some of the guys decided to play a prank on
him. While he was in gym class, two of them snuck into the locker room, and
somehow filled all the pockets of his jeans with dogcrap!" Courtney started
laughing. "And this is the best part, Brad didn't even notice! And when he
got to class everyone thought from the smell he had shit himself! Even our
teacher!"

I felt my cheeks growing hot, and looked down at the floor, ashamed. Tears
stung at my eyes, and I blinked them away hurriedly. I remembered that
day. Those jeans had been a birthday present from my parents. I had begged
them and begged them to buy them for me, partly in the hopes that the
bullying might ease up a little if I dressed more fashionably, but mainly
because I loved how they looked and I loved how I looked in them. I had
ended up having to throw those jeans in the trash.

It felt as though everybody in the room was laughing at me now. I couldn't
stand it any longer. I got to my feet and mumbled that I needed to go take
a leak, and left the room. I walked slowly to the bathroom with tears
trickling silently down my cheeks. How was it possible for Courtney to make
me feel so small? I reached the bathroom and washed my face with cold
water. I actually did need to take a leak too, so I went over to the line
of urinals and unzipped.

I was midway through my piss when I heard the door to the bathroom open and
Charlie's voice saying "are you in here Brad?"

"Yeah," I answered.

He came and stood at the urinal next to me. I did my best to keep my eyes
forward focused on the wall in front of me as he unzipped his shorts and
took his dick out. We both pissed in silence for a short while before
Charlie spoke again.

"Brad, I'm sorry if Courtney upset you."

"What do you mean?" I mumbled, shaking the last drops of piss from my dick
and zipping it away.

"Well, her telling us about that prank the guys at your high school played
on you. It seemed that it upset you. But I'm sure she didn't mean to, the
alcohol has just made her a bit insensitive at noticing when somebody's
uncomfortable."

I flushed my urinal and walked over to the sinks to wash my hands. I felt
sure Courtney had meant to make me feel uncomfortable and didn't care if
she upset me.

"Hey, wait up Brad," Charlie urged. "We'll walk back together. I just gotta
finish up here. All that beer makes me piss twice as long as usual!"

I hovered uncomfortably behind Charlie. He turned and looked over his
shoulder at me, grinning, still holding his dick in his hand as he finished
his piss.

"What did you think of Carly's tits then?"

"Um..."

"Awesome aren't they?! Chris is a lucky guy getting his hands on them
whenever he wants them!"

"I guess."

"What's the matter Brad?" Charlie flushed the urinal and turned to face me,
still in the process of putting his dick back in his shorts. "Did Courtney
really upset you that much that you can't get excited at the thought of
Carly's tits?!" He broke into laughter and punched me lightly on the
shoulder.

I forced out a laugh. If only Charlie knew how little I was interested in
Carly's tits...or tits of any kind actually! But it was kinda nice of him
to make a light-hearted joke out of things to try and relax me. Charlie
quickly washed his hands.

"Are we all cool then Brad? You're not pissed at any of us? Or upset
still?"

"No..."

"Good," he interrupted. "Cos I wouldn't want you to be. You're our
friend. We want you to have a good time with us. That's why we invited
you." He put his arm around my shoulder and we walked back to his and
Chris's room together.

He pushed open the door and we entered together. Courtney looked sulkily
away from us and started talking to her friend.

"So, we're going to play a drinking game now," Charlie announced. "Does
anybody have any ideas?"

"How about `never have I ever'?" Curtis suggested. He turned to
Anthony. "You have that in England too, right?"

"I'm guessing that's the same as `I have never'," Anthony replied, "that's
what me and my friends call it anyway. Where you drink when you have done
what the other person says they haven't done?"

"That's it," Curtis confirmed.

"Um, I don't know how to play," I confessed.

Courtney snorted in derision, and I could feel myself blushing a little.

"Oh it's easy," Charlie explained, frowning across the room at his
girlfriend. "We all take it in turns to say something we have never done,
and anybody else that has done it, has to drink as a forfeit. So if I said
`Never have I ever had a threesome', and you had then you would have to
drink, but if you hadn't then you wouldn't. Got it?"

"I think so," I replied, trying to ignore Courtney's loud whisper of
"threesome? As if! Brad probably hasn't even had a twosome yet!"

"And if you're really evil, you can choose the things you've never done to
catch out one particular person. Like if I knew Chris had once
skinny-dipped on holiday, I might say "Never have I ever skinny-dipped on
holiday" knowing he had, and then he would have to drink."

"Problem is," Chris broke in, "I would try and get him back my next turn."

"Oh. Well I think I get it," I said slowly, trying to process the rules in
my mind.

"It's easy, you'll pick it up," Charlie reassured me. "Okay, I'll
start. Never have I ever had sex in the library."  Chris and Carly both
sheepishly took a mouthful of their drinks.

"You haven't?!" Courtney said incredulously. "Carly, you could get kicked
out of college for doing that!"

"It was only once," Carly replied blushing. "Nobody else was in there and
we were quiet."

"Chris was quiet?!" Curtis laughed, "that would be a first!"

Chris shrugged. "Well what can you do when your girlfriend makes it feel so
good?! Anyway, your turn now Carly. We'll go round that way," he explained,
indicating a clockwise direction.

"Never have I ever smoked a joint," Carly chanted after a short pause while
she considered what to say. Chris, Charlie, Brett and Curtis all took a
drink, and then it was Brett's turn.

"Never have I ever had a dick in my mouth," he slurred, leering at the
girls in the room.

"Hey, that's not fair!" Courtney attempted to complain. "You're trying to
get just us girls to drink."

"That's the whole point of the game," Brett said, rolling his eyes.

"He's hoping one of you will get drunk enough to forget what an asshole he
is and let him fuck you," Curtis said snorting with laughter.

Brett started to protest, but we all laughed at him, knowing this was
probably true.

"None of you have drunk yet. Get drinking ladies! Never have I ever had a
dick in my mouth," he repeated louder than before. I felt my heart
fluttering in my chest, and sweat trickling down my back. According to the
rules of the game, I ought to be drinking as a forfeit. But how could I?! I
would be giving away that I was gay, and that would be disastrous. Mind
you, Anthony should be taking a drink too...

I looked over at Anthony. His face was expressionless, but his cheeks had
gone rather pink. He suddenly made eye contact with me, and gave an almost
imperceptible shake of his head while frowning slightly. I realized he was
sending me a message not to drink, even though we both knew I was supposed
to if we were playing by the rules. I felt a little thrill sweep through me
as it dawned on me I was cheating at something for the very first time in
my life. And Anthony was managing to communicate with me almost in code,
with the smallest facial expressions. I hadn't had such a close connection
with somebody to be able to do that since my buddy from when I was a kid,
Zack. We had done everything together him and me. And Andy too, of course,
but Zack and I had known each other longer. Since kindergarten in
fact. He'd moved away during high school when his parents had gotten a
divorce. It had been a shame as we'd been so close, and it had spelled the
end of normality at high school for me. I smiled remembering my friend, and
not for the first time wondered where he was and how he was doing these
days. Then I smiled some more, remembering that I had Anthony now as my
best friend, and just as close a friendship with him as I'd had with
Zack. I tuned back in to the conversation going on around me.

"Isn't that way hypocritical of you?" Carly was saying to Brett. "I mean,
what's the big difference?"

"The difference is two girls getting it on is fricking HOT! Whereas two
guys getting it on is just...gross. Back me up here guys!" Brett urged to
me, Charlie, Chris, Curtis and Anthony.

Curtis laughed. "Well, I have to admit seeing two girls is incredibly hot,
but different things turn different people on. I love pussy and tits, but
if I was gay or bi I'm sure I'd find two guys fucking just as much of a
turn-on."

"Hmph," Brett grumbled.

"And I don't get the big issue about people's sexuality," Curtis
continued. "If someone's gay, they're gay. It doesn't make them a bad
person or a horrible person or an inferior person. Just that they want to
fuck another guy instead of a girl. And think about it for a minute Brett,
the more gay guys there are, the less competition there is going up against
you for getting a hot girl!"

"Ain't that the truth!" Chris exclaimed, giving Curtis a high five. "Your
turn now Courtney, let's keep the game going."

"Never have I ever worn a girl guide uniform to have sex," Courtney said
with a sly look at her roommate whose face was turning the deepest shade of
red.

Anthony's turn was next.

"Never have I ever been circumcised," he said slowly after a long
think. Charlie, Chris, Brett, Curtis and I all had to drink.

And so the game continued, until it was my turn, and my mind went blank.

"I can't think of anything," I confessed.

"Lame!" Courtney said, rolling her eyes.

"FORFEIT!" Chris and Curtis shouted excitedly in unison. "You have to have
two shots of vodka and then drink that whole can in one go without throwing
up!"

"Easy," I replied, feigning bravado. I struggled a little, but I managed my
forfeit, and the game resumed, with the questions getting more and more
personal and sexual, until it was Curtis's turn.

"Never have I ever gotten full marks on a test," he said. I went to take a
drink and noticed Anthony doing the same.

"What kind of a lame turn is that?!" Courtney complained.

Curtis turned to glare at her. "It's my turn and I can say what I like!
There's no rule to say it has to be sexual, and I noticed Brad and Anthony
weren't drinking much, so I decided to geek it up a little to get them
involved." He grinned at both of us. "And it worked I guess!"

Charlie smiled cunningly, "I think you two should drink your whole can each
to catch up with us!"

Anthony and I looked at each other and shrugged before gulping down the
entire contents of our cans.

"That's it!" Curtis exclaimed as Charlie gave us some whoops and cheers of
encouragement. "No reason why you two should miss out on getting as wasted
as the rest of us!"

"Haha, if we're looking for ways of getting Anthony to drink," Chris
shouted, "I have a perfect one. Never have I ever made out with Courtney!"
He pointed as her as he spoke. Anthony let out a deep sigh of either
embarrassment or resignation, and opened the new can Curtis had thrown him
over. He took a long drink from it. Charlie also drank, which was no
surprise what with him being Courtney's boyfriend, and then to our shock,
Courtney's roommate also raised her drink to her lips.

"Haha! Wow!" Chris laughed. "I wasn't expecting that! Charlie did you know
your girlfriend swings both ways?"

"It was only one time," Courtney snapped grumpily. "And only to tease some
dumb Jocks who wouldn't leave us alone."

"I think we ought to have a live replay of that incident!" Brett slurred.

"Yeah, Brett can play the role of the dumb Jock," Curtis cracked. "It
wouldn't take much acting!"

"Okay," Courtney's roommate said. "We'll do it if you will."

"What?!" Brett said incredulously.

"Me and Courtney will make out if you and Curtis will."

"Now hold on a minute...!" Courtney interjected.

Curtis laughed and puckered his lips up. "Come on then Brett, let's do this
shit!"

"No fucking way dude!" Brett yelled, which made all of us laugh at his
reaction.

"You see," Carly said, "you're a total hypocrite. You expect two girl
roommates to make out, but aren't willing to return the favor by making out
with your own roommate. I bet any of the other guys would dare make out
with their roommate."

I looked across at Anthony. I definitely would make out with him. In fact,
I had jacked off the night before imagining doing just that! I sighed
wistfully and took a big mouthful of my beer. All the drinking I'd done
earlier that night was starting to take effect and the room was gently
swaying around me.

"Let's not argue," Charlie urged. "Whose turn is it? Brad, you've not had
one for a while," he grinned wickedly, "or can you still not think of
something? Need to do another forfeit?!"

I wracked my alcohol-fuzzed brains. And then suddenly it came to me.

"No, I thought of something this time," I said. I took a deep breath and
looked right at Anthony as I slurred "never have I ever taken it up the
ass."

There was a shocked silence in the room, and I suddenly realized what I had
said. Anthony was staring back at me with his mouth half open, as if to say
`I don't believe you actually said that!'

`I'm sorry, I'm so sorry', I tried to say with just my eyes.

Then, through the silence came a shriek from Courtney.

"You BASTARD! You promised you wouldn't tell your friends we'd done that!"
She reached across and slapped Charlie across the cheek, much to the
entertainment of the rest of the room.

"Wow, Courtney, you never told me that!" her roommate gasped.

"Way to go Charlie!" Curtis congratulated him, holding his hand out for a
high five, but Charlie was too busy getting yelled at by Courtney to
respond.

"You thought you'd boast about it to your buddies! And not just any buddy,
but that fucking lameass uber-geek..." every word she said, Courtney hit
Charlie on the arm. Curtis was trying to hold her back from hitting him,
Brett was just laughing at the pair of them. In all the commotion, Anthony
turned to look at me. Staring directly into my eyes, he slowly and
deliberately raised his can to his lips and took a long drink, smiling
shyly as he lowered the can afterward.

Wow! He was actually acknowledging what we'd done together. I felt my dick
chub up a little in my briefs remembering how great it had felt fucking
him.

"Um I guess the party's over guys!" Chris's voice broke through my
thoughts. We all got to our feet as Charlie and Courtney continued to
argue. Anthony, Curtis and Chris walked over to the dormroom door and stood
talking quietly in a little group. I swayed slightly and hung on to the
wall for support. Carly's roommate came over and stood next to me, leaning
in close. She had curly dark hair, olive skin and big lips, which she
licked seductively as she spoke.

"So Brad, did you want to come back to my room for a little while?"

"What?" I asked, confused.

She giggled drunkenly. "Well, I can't believe I'm asking you this, but
Hell, girls get horny too sometimes you know. Carly is stopping the night
here with Chris, so I thought if you wanted, you and I could go back to my
room and...screw!" she leaned in right next to my ear and whispered the
last word.

"Oh," I said, realization hitting me.

"See, I couldn't help noticing how hung you were when we were playing strip
poker." She raised an eyebrow suggestively. "I would love to feel someone
as big as you inside me." Her hand strayed down to my leg and she rested it
on my inner thigh.

Oh crap! How do I get out of this one?!

"Um...um...um...I'm flattered," I stammered. "But I...I...I don't..."

"Come on Brad, how often do you get girls offering to go to bed with you?
I'm so horny! I'm not asking you to marry me, or to date me, just to come
back to my room and show me what you can do with that giant dick of yours."

"But I'm... But I...I...I...don't really...that is, I'm not interested in
having casual sex. I prefer...you know, for me, there has to be a spark and
a connection, not just sex for the sake of it."

"But you're a guy!" she exclaimed. "All guys ever think about is sex and
hooking up!"

"Sorry," I gulped. "I'm just not...you're not my type, and I'm not going to
have sex with you just because you're offering it to me."

Her face hardened.

"Are you turning me down?! Seriously?! Brad, guys don't turn me
down...ever!"

"Um...I'm sorry, you're um hot, I guess. It's just...sex is special to me
and I only want to have sex with someone I have feelings for."

"Courtney was right about you. You are a dork. Turning me down?!" she
scoffed in disgust. "You won't get another chance." She stalked away and I
let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Well that could have gone a whole lot worse.

I joined Chris, Curtis and Anthony in the doorway.

"He can sleep in Brett's bed," Curtis was saying. "It doesn't look as
though Brett is going to be needing it tonight!" He gestured across to
where Carly's roommate was entwining herself around Brett, whose hands were
running greedily over her back and ass. She leaned in close to him, and
then they started making out.

Courtney broke through the group of us yelling over her shoulder to Charlie
"And don't even think about calling me tomorrow!" She stormed out of the
room followed by her roommate. Charlie came and joined us.

"Jeez is she touchy!"

Chris grinned.

"Yeah, unlucky dude! No way your ass is getting laid tonight. Don't worry,
I found you a bed for the night, thanks to Curtis and Brett."

"It sucks! I was really counting on having sex tonight," Charlie
complained. "I fucking need to!"

"Think what it's like for the rest of us," Curtis said, laughing. "It's no
fun being single when you're young and horny. Anyway, we'll be leaving now,
I think Chris wants to get down to business with Carly!"

"You bet I do!" Chris chuckled. "Night dudes."

"Good night," we all chorused, trooping out of the room.  Anthony and I
made our way next door to our own dormroom, closing and locking the door
behind us. Neither of us felt tired yet, we were both still buzzing from
all the alcohol.

"X-Box?" Anthony suggested.

"Yeah, sure," I agreed. "I'll still whoop your ass even though I'm drunker
than you!"

"Oh yeah?! Wanna bet?!" Anthony challenged me.

We loaded a game up and began to play, but neither of us were particularly
coordinated after our alcohol intake, and we soon decided to abandon the
game. Anthony stripped to his boxers as I switched off the games console
and tidied the game away, and he got onto his bed and laid on top of it
facing me as I began to undress. I was soon wearing just my gray briefs and
crossed the room to go switch the light off.

"No, leave it on for a bit," said Anthony. "We can talk for a while."

"Okay," I replied, and instead walked over to my bed and got beneath the
comforter. I lay on my side, propping my head up with the palm of my hand
and looking directly across at Anthony who was in the exact same position I
was in. I tried my best to concentrate on his face rather than his
underwear-clad crotch.

"It was a great evening wasn't it?" He asked me.

"Yes awesome," I replied. "I never played strip poker before! Or `never
have I ever'. It was fun!" I found myself laughing a little though I didn't
understand why. Probably just an effect of the beer. "By the way, I'm sorry
I said what I did when it was my turn. I didn't mean to, it was just the
only thing I could think of. I was so busy trying to think of a way to
force you into drinking like the other guys were doing to their roommates,
I forgot that it would blow your cover."

"Oh, I don't mind mate, I know it was just the alcohol blurring your mind!"
Anthony smiled at me. "And Courtney's reaction was pretty hilarious!"

"Yeah," I agreed.

"And..." Anthony started, but just then, we heard the moans of Chris and
Carly having sex drifting through the walls from the room next door. Chris
sounding like he was really getting into it.

"Mmmm, yeah baby! Ooooh yes!" he was groaning amid Carly's short
high-pitched screams of ecstasy.

"Sounds like they're having a good end to the night!" Anthony said with a
little laugh. The deep groans of Chris were having the usual effect on me,
and I was quickly growing hard in my briefs. I rubbed at myself gently, and
then, feeling my boner swelling beneath my hand, rubbed more firmly, until
my dick was fully hard and my briefs were struggling to contain it. I
decided to make myself comfortable, and so I grabbed my waistband and slid
my briefs off leaving me completely naked underneath my bedcovers. I slowly
ran my hand up and down the length of my dick, my whole body shuddering as
I did so. I exhaled slowly and glanced over at Anthony. He was lying almost
on his back, his boxers severely tented, his hand slowly playing with his
balls through his underwear. Obviously, the sounds of sex coming through
the walls from the room next door were turning him on too. Chris's moaning
grew steadily louder as he approached his climax.

"oh yeah! Oh Yeah! OH YEAH! OH FUCK YEAH!!!"

I couldn't keep my hand off my dick, the noises had made me so horny. I
stroked myself gently and slowly. Anthony had his hand inside his boxers
now, and I watched as he extracted his rock hard cock, hooking the
waistband down under his big balls. He began to jack himself off, then
suddenly stopped and looked over toward me, noticing me watching him. He
gasped embarrassedly.

"Shit, sorry Brad, I got so horny I forgot you were here too. I kind of
couldn't help myself." He blushed and reached hurriedly for his comforter
to cover himself.

"It's cool," I replied. "I'm the same, look."  I lifted my comforter off
me, showing him my thick cut boner, rock hard and pointing up at the
ceiling. He grinned at me.

"Looks like you're feeling just as horny as me then!"

"Probably hornier!" I laughed. I left my comforter off my body and turned
to face Anthony properly.

"I doubt it," he answered. "I'm feeling really *really* horny!"

"Well I'm feeling really *really* REALLY horny!" I drunkenly countered.

"Well I'm..." Anthony began, but then he broke off. "Do you hear that?"

I listened carefully. The faint sounds of a bed squeaking and accompanying
moans and groans could be heard drifting thru the wall from the room next
door on the opposite side to Chris and Charlie's room. The groaning grew
louder.

"Jeez!" I exclaimed. "Are we the only guys on this whole floor not getting
laid tonight?!"

"It would seem that way, yes," Anthony confirmed glumly. "Still," he added,
resuming jacking on his dick, "a good wank is the next best thing."

"I guess."

There was a short silence as we both worked away on our own dicks.

"Could you use a hand with that?" I asked Anthony, hesitantly.

He looked over at me, his expression serious.

"I wouldn't say no! But are you sure it won't be awkward for you? You know,
with me being...gay?"

"No," I said, my mouth getting dry. "I'm cool with it."

"You'd best come over here then, before I change my mind."

Shaking slightly, I got off my own bed and walked over to Anthony's my hard
dick leading the way. He reached out and stroked me as I neared him. I
gasped out and groaned softly as his hand squeezed round me. I climbed onto
Anthony's bed next to him, and we lay on our sides facing each other, his
hand working over my dick while mine stroked up and down his. He closed his
eyes, his hand slowing its movements on me as he enjoyed the pleasure I was
giving him for a while. I had the sudden urge to give him even more
pleasure, and as his eyes stayed closed, I extracted my boner from his grip
and moved round on the bed so my head was in line with his lap, with my
knees and feet in line with his shoulders. I leaned down and took the head
of his uncut dick into my mouth as I continued jacking his shaft with my
fist. He let out a little moan of surprise.

"Oh fuck, Brad, that feels good!"

He turned fully onto his back, and I moved position, stepping my leg over
his body so I now had one knee on either side of his shoulders. I took some
more of his dick into my mouth and began bobbing my head up and down,
enjoying hearing the little squeal he let out as I did so. I slowed down
and let my tongue slowly lick over his head, being rewarded by a big
sweet-tasting drop of precum that leaked out of him. He murmured
appreciatively as I continued blowing him, and then I felt his warm hand
clutching at my boner, pulling it backward. I felt his tongue grazing the
underneath of my head and then the warmth of his mouth enveloping me.

I moaned gently, my mouth still wrapped around Anthony's dick. I felt
Anthony's tongue licking down the side of my shaft, and then probing at my
balls. I groaned softly as he lapped at the underneath of my heavy balls,
feeling his nose touching my taint, and then his tongue was licking down
the pathway between my balls and anus, and all of a sudden I felt the tip
of his wet tongue tickling at my asshole. I let out a gasp. That was a
sensation I'd never experienced before and it felt amazing. Anthony
continued rimming me, bathing my hole in saliva, the tip of his tongue
pushing gently against the resistance given by my tight sphincter.

It felt so good, and made me wonder, if having the outside of my hole
played with like this, how good having something inside me might
feel. Something like a cock. Specifically, Anthony's cock. He had enjoyed
having mine inside him, so maybe...

"Anthony," I said tremblingly.

He lifted his mouth away from me to answer.

"Don't you like it?"

"No, no, it feels great. Just...did it feel nice having me um...fuck you?"

"Oh yes," Anthony replied hungrily. "It felt fucking amazing. Why? You want
to do it again?"

"No, well, yes, but not right now. I just...actually I want to try...if you
want to...um..." I stumbled embarrassedly over my words. "I thought maybe
you could try fucking me."

"Really?!" Anthony asked in astonishment. "You'd let me do that?!"

"Yes," I said quietly blushing really really red.

"Wow!" He exclaimed excitedly. "I mean...only if you're okay with it."

"For sure," I confirmed. "I want to see what it feels like. I want to see
if it feels as good as you said it did."

Anthony wriggled out from underneath me and reached into his bedside drawer
to bring out a box of condoms and bottle of lube. He got a condom out and
tore open the foil packet. Then he paused.

"Are you sure about this Brad? I mean...really sure?"

"Yes!" I said.

"Now?" He asked.

"Yes, now."

"Okay." He began to roll the condom down his hard dick. "I hope it'll be
alright for you. I've never done it this way round before. I've always been
the one being fucked."

My heart swelled in my chest, and I became even more turned on. I was going
to be his first after all! Okay, so he wasn't exactly losing his virginity
to me, but I would be the first person he'd ever fucked. That had to count
for something. That had to mean it would be special for him.

Didn't it?

"I'm sure it will be fine." I reassured him. I knelt on my hands and knees
in the center of his bed as he got behind me. I felt his tongue teasing at
my virgin hole once more, and then coldness as he pushed some lube inside
me.

"Ready?" He asked, positioning himself.

"I guess so."

I felt the head of his condom-covered dick brushing against my hole and it
suddenly felt enormous, as though it would never fit inside. Anthony was
pushing against me, and I tensed up.

"Try and relax Brad, he urged, as the tip of his dick made its way inside
me. I winced, gritting my teeth as the pain tore through me. It hurt so
much, but I really wanted to do this. To have Anthony experience what it
felt like to fuck somebody. To experience for myself what it's like to do
this ultimate intimate action and have a part of the guy you have a total
crush on deep inside you.

I closed my eyes feeling tears dripping from them as Anthony continued
pushing his way into me. I just managed to stop myself crying out from the
pain, but it was struggle. It hurt so fucking much, despite all the
lube. Anthony rubbed my shoulders evidently sensing my tension.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, concern in his voice.

"No, no keep going, just...give me a minute," I whimpered. "I just need to
adjust to you."

"Okay, let me know when." His voice sounded full of desire. "You feel so
tight around me."

I waited a while, until the pain was a little less, although it still
stung. What I really wanted was for Anthony to lean down and hug me to him
tightly, cover my shoulders and neck in kisses and begin to tenderly make
love to me, but he seemed a little distant. His hands stroked the sides of
my body gently, but that was the only body contact between us.

I tensed my ass muscles squeezing Anthony's dick tightly and he moaned,
beginning to move backward and forward. I was trying to relax as much as I
could, but it was still sore. His hands grasped beneath my thin chest, and
he stroked at my nipples as he continued to fuck me. I turned my head and
opened my lips a little, hoping he would take the hint and lean in for a
passionate kiss, but he didn't.

I reached down for my own dick and discovered it had deflated completely,
in fact it felt even smaller than it usually did when soft. Above me,
Anthony grunted, breathing raggedly into my ear, and I tried my best to get
into what we were doing, reminding myself that first times doing things
sometimes don't feel as good as you expect. It was so difficult to relax
when it hurt though. Anthony readjusted his angle and I winced. He mistook
my intake of breath for one of pleasure not pain, and sped up his thrusts a
little.

I grimaced and leaned my head down closer to the bed, lowering my body
weight onto my elbows rather than hands, my ass stuck up high in the
air. Actually, at this angle it didn't feel too bad. In fact, it was barely
painful at all. Maybe I was getting used to the sensation, or maybe this
position was more comfortable for me. Either way, it was a lot more
bearable.

Above me, Anthony let out a characteristic little moan that I knew he
always gave when he was getting close.

"I'm gonna cum Brad," he whispered.

"That's cool," I gasped, "cum any time you like."

"Mmmm, okay. Mmmm. Oh SHIT!" He cried out, and I felt him push into me
deeply, his body tensing up against me, and knew he was unloading into the
condom. I turned my head, desperate for a kiss or some sort of affection,
but none was forthcoming. Anthony rested his forehead on my back and I
could feel his warm ragged breaths hitting my naked skin.

He slowly pulled his dick out of me and my ass suddenly felt cold and
empty. I rolled onto my back and watched him taking the condom off his
softening dick.

"What did you think?" he asked me in a soft voice.

"Um..." I hesitated, wondering how honest to be. "Um...It was nice, but I
enjoyed it more when we were the other way round."

"Yes, me too actually," he confessed quietly. "Don't get me wrong Brad,
your arse felt amazing, so tight and...well, yes. But, I kind of enjoyed
getting fucked a lot more. Having a cock inside me, and stretching me, and
getting my prostate rubbed, feeling the other person's dick pushing in and
out of me, moving inside me, I just..." he blushed. "It really turns me on
and doubles the pleasure for me." He looked down at the floor
embarrassed. "Does that sound weird to you?"

I noticed Anthony's dick had started to twitch and swell back up as he
spoke, obviously he was still horny and talking about how much he enjoyed
bottoming was turning him on.

"No, not at all," I reassured him. "It would be a boring world if everybody
got off on the exact same things."

I looked over again at Anthony's rapidly hardening dick and felt my own
beginning to rise in response.

"Yes, I guess. Sorry Brad, I don't mean to freak you out talking about gay
stuff."

"It's cool. I'm also g..."

"Do you hear that?" He interrupted me. Fresh moaning and groaning
accompanied by the creaking of bedsprings could be heard, this time from
the room above ours.

"Whoa! Seems like the whole dorm is shagging like rabbits tonight!" Anthony
laughed. He looked over at me hungrily, and my dick jumped at the lust in
his expression. "I'm still mega-horny Brad," he whispered. He reached over
and squeezed my balls gently. "Is there enough spunk left in these for a
second round?"

My dick grew steadily, encouraged by his fingertips which gently tickled at
the root of my cock and the underneath of my balls as he spoke.

"Well actually I didn't cum yet," I replied, "so..."

"What? You didn't cum?"

"No, not that time," I confessed. "It's cool though, I don't mind."

"Yes, but..." he blushed, looking down at the floor. "Wasn't I very good
then?" he asked in a quiet voice, sounding ashamed.

"It's not that," I quickly reassured him. "I just think I prefer being the
one doing the fucking, that's all."

"Really?!" He said, raising one eyebrow. He looked hungrily at my dick
which was now fully erect and rock hard. He reached into his drawer and
threw me a rubber.

"You'd best get on with it then!"