“You guys are so cute! We love a matching outfits moment.” she cooed. “Let me take a picture.”
So the boys posed, arms slung around each other, grinning from ear to ear. When Lily showed them the picture, you couldn’t even tell the ordeal that each of them had been through that night, or that semester. It just looked like four great, normal friends.
“I love you guys,” said Rodger once Lily wandered away. “Thank you for everything.”
They all smiled, taking in the moment, before Lance punched Rodger in the arm. “Just because you like dick now doesn’t mean you can get soft on us.”
“I just got out of my cock cage,” Rodger countered. “There won’t be anything soft about me for a while!”
***
EPILOGUE
Oliver couldn’t help but giggle as he thrust his meat deep into Rodger’s bowels. “I love that your body hair is growing back in,” he said, “but all this new growth really tickles.”
Rodger was stroking his own diamond-hard dick and relishing in the waves of pleasure washing over him with each stroke of Oliver’s thick cock. “Tickling can be sexy.”
“You’re going to regret saying that,” Oliver grinned before setting immediately to Rodger’s armpits.
Rodger was screaming in pleasure, laughter, and pain as Oliver tickled him when there was a knock on the double French doors. “Come in?” called Oliver.
It was Tony. “Sorry to interrupt the lovers,” he said. “But Rodger, we’re all waiting for you downstairs.”
Some weeks had passed since the night of the Kappa Delta mixer. Christian, as promised, had been formally expelled from the frat. As for his “additional penalty,” some of the brothers were very eager to see Christian locked in a chastity device of his own. But the fraternity decided instead to levy a fine and use the proceeds for beer, which was an even more popular idea.
Kyle offered the master bedroom at the SPH house to Rodger, as something of a repayment. But he declined, preferring to be closer to his friends in the dorms. “But,” Rodger had suggested, “if you give it to Oliver, I’m sure I’ll get some good use out of it.”
Indeed, Rodger and Oliver resumed their affair pretty much immediately after Christian had been expelled. They spent long, sweaty nights together most weeks and after some time began officially dating. Rodger’s brother, Aaron, was ecstatic to hear that his brother was dating one of his best friends. Oliver had gotten early acceptance into a grad program at the university, which meant they would still get to be together even after Oliver graduated. Rodger couldn’t be happier with how life was going.
“We’re kind of in the middle of something, Tone,” Rodger said with a good-natured laugh.
“Well, you guys fuck every day, but your birthday only comes once a year.”
“Fair enough!” he conceded, sliding out of bed and throwing his clothes back on.
“I’ll meet you down there,” said Oliver. “I have to hit the head.”
Rodger and Tony made their way down the third-floor hallway. The house was more lively these days, the cold weather driving folks to spend more time together inside. Rodger and his friends swung by almost every day, but still made time to hang out at their spot in the lounge, just the four of them.
They curled past the second-floor landing, and Rodger caught a glimpse of the avocado green bathroom where so much had transpired. Sometimes, he and Oliver still snuck down there to shower together, even though they had the ensuite now.
When they reached the first-floor foyer, Rodger stopped dead in his tracks, unable to process what he was looking at below him.
“SURPRISE!”
Packed in throughout the main vestibule were his frat brothers, from all class years, each of them completely butt-ass naked. One hundred naked men, hairy and smooth; cocks and balls both big and small; buff, fat, skinny, lean; some of them rock hard, others shriveled and shy — Rodger was in heaven.
“You spent so much time naked in front of all of us,” said Tony, stripping down on the stairs, “we figured for your birthday we’d flip it around for once.”
Oliver appeared as well, fully naked and still boned up from their session, and gave Rodger a sweet kiss. “Happy birthday, buddy.”
Rodger and his brothers spent the rest of the evening drinking, playing games, and bonding with each other. It wasn’t long before Rodger couldn’t resist and stripped off as well to join in on the fun. Rumor has it that early in the morning, an orgy broke out among certain brothers, to which all were sworn to secrecy. Rodger, however, didn’t get to join in. After a few hours, he had sneaked back up to the third floor with Oliver and spent the rest of the night getting his brains fucked out, logging three full-body orgasms by sunrise.
***
Back at the dorm, Rodger slept through most of the afternoon. He awoke at dusk and checked his phone. There was a new message from Christian. His stomach sank; he had not seen or heard from Christian since the night of the mixer and definitely preferred it that way.
There were no words, just a single video attachment. Rodger opened it. The video opened with a top-down shot of the bed in the SPH house primary suite, as if a camera had been mounted to one of the canopy posts. Rodger watched himself jump up onto the bed; watched Christian pull a purple vibrator out of his ass; watched an audience of brothers filter into the room; watched himself beg to be fucked harder and call his member a “clit;” watched himself call Christian “daddy” and plead to cum in a pathetic scream.
His phone buzzed again. A follow up, from Christian, just two words:
“Remember me?”
Slowly, unsurely, Roddy slid his hand under the sheets and into the waistband of his boxers. With two fingers and a thumb, he gripped his needle dick. He opened the video back up, rewinding to the point when Christian finally put his impossibly giant cock inside him, and thought about just how otherworldly it had felt.
As was always the case when Christian was involved, he didn’t even last a minute.