Jocks in the Dark

Charlie and his football team threw a college party that was a bust, but it ends with Charlie playing Seven Minutes in Heaven with the stud of his dreams… and he follows it up with a nighttime sneaky bed-share that will rock his world!

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Charlie was disappointed when he got to the Halloween party. There weren’t many partygoers, just a bunch of jocks hanging out by themselves. Charlie went right to the two women, Claire and Lisa Anne, the only two who had shown up. That’s why the party was a failure: not enough women. The men had no reason to do more than sit around drinking beer and burping, because there were no women to impress or flirt with or annoy. Charlie spent most of his time at these sorts of college parties dancing with his female friends, while the other men dared each other to go talk to the girls. But there were only two women tonight.
It was while he danced with Claire and Lisa Anne that they were approached by one of the other football jocks, with an invitation to play a game.
“It’ll be a lot of fun,” said Jimmy, a tall, blond quarterback with a beery grin and broad shoulders. He was the most outgoing and popular person among the Kappas, so he was de facto in charge, or so it always seemed to Charlie — he was the team captain on the football team anyway, where Charlie was a tight end. The girls fawned over Jimmy, as they always did. He wore a toga as his Halloween costume, no doubt because it allowed him to bare his broad chest and bulging biceps. “C’mon, you’ll like it, girls,” he said pointedly, as though rather hoping Charlie wouldn’t play but unwilling to say so out loud. “Girls always like it, it’s — it’s silly, it’s just an immature little nothing… It doesn’t matter.” He blushed ran his fingers through his hair. “But you should play. The girls, you two, I mean, Claire and Lisa Anne. You’ll like it.”
“I’m in,” Charlie said, knowing perfectly well Jimmy didn’t want him to join in. Charlie wasn’t surprised by that. Jimmy only wanted the girls.
Charlie ignored his reticence, and he, with Claire and Lisa Anne, formed a small circle with a few other Kappa guys in the living room. It seemed they were about to start a game, and he wanted to be involved. The girls blushed — they had a crush on Jimmy, so they were willing to join in on whatever game he had proposed (Truth Or Dare? Spin the Bottle? Something like that, Charlie suspected). They were drunk enough to have few inhibitions.
This was at least livening up the party a little. Charlie was glad to see people laughing, instead of looking dejectedly into their beers. They all spread out in a circle in the living room, and Charlie sat next to one of his fellow football players with broad muscles and a musky smell coming from his unwashed armpits. He smelled like a jockstrap, Charlie thought. Claire and Lisa Anne had whispered something similar a few minutes ago, but they meant it as a bad thing. Charlie inhaled deeply of the scent, and he held it as long as he could.
“Seven Minutes in Heaven! Seven Minutes in Heaven! Seven Minutes in Heaven!” the jocks chanted as everyone got in a circle.
“Oh yeah-“
“Hope I get you, baby…”
“Hmm, girl, you look good enough to eat!”
Claire giggled and whispered in Lisa Anne’s ear, and whatever she said made Lisa Anne giggle as well. Claire said, “Okay, we’ll play.”
“Yeah,” Lisa Anne said, her face bright red and laughing. “You gotta go in with whoever you end up with, and that’s it. No switching or refusing after we start.”
Claire hugged Lisa Anne and kissed her on the neck, making all of the boys open their eyes wide and gawk. They giggled. “Yeah, we’ll totally do it with each other if that’s what the game says. You boys have to do the same thing though. You just might have to get each other off.”
“Hmm, hopefully…”
“That’d be so cool!”
“It’s such a turn-on!” Claire and Lisa Anne were laying it on thick, hands clutching each other. The young men who filled up the party watched with wide eyes, and they all nodded their agreement even though not a single one paid attention what they said.
With the exception of Charlie. He did listen, and he was eager to get started.
The odds were good, nearly a guarantee, that Charlie would be paired up with one of his teammates, who filled up the game. He played it nonchalant though, looking as reluctant as the others, though Charlie didn’t understand what they were reluctant about.
“So we’ll have to get each other off…”
“Man, shit, they’re gonna do girl-girl stuff!”
“They’re gonna be in a closet with the door closed…”
“So?! We can hear, dude. We’ll hear them!”
Now it was Jimmy’s turn to blush and hesitate. He ran his fingers through his thick blond hair. He looked over to his other teammates, who exchanged nervous glances. No one appeared ready to say no, however. With only two women at the party, they all were willing to do anything Claire and Lisa Anne wanted to do.
“Fine…” Jimmy said finally. He tried to make it sound like he was really fine with this, but it was apparent that it made him nervous — but there was really only a small chance that he would end up with a man. It looked like he was annoyed at having to do all this just to hook up with two girls, but he wasn’t about to fail to hook up with them. His masculine image virtually required him to
The Kappa house often settled disputes by drawing straws, so they did that again to decide who was with whom for this game: Seven Minutes in Heaven. One of the other frat brothers pulled them out, and they each took one — there were four males here and only two females, so it was apparent that (at least) two men would wind up with each other.
Jimmy prayed it would be him as he drew a long straw. He was desperate to match up with Lisa Anne. Or Claire, Jimmy didn’t care. He would give either girl seven minutes in heaven.
Claire revealed her straw first. It was short, and it matched up with Tuck, who grinned like a cocky bastard as he nodded towards the hallway closet. Him and Claire headed in that direction. Then Lisa Anne showed off her straw, a medium-length one that matched up with George’s.
That was it. That was the two girls taken. The remaining players avoided making eye contact with each other.
Charlie’s heart sped up as he looked up at Jimmy, the both of them realizing at the same time that their straws matched. The girls giggled and blushed, fawning over Jimmy, whose broad muscles twitched nervously. They laughed at his blatant anxiety, while he himself cursed his luck for not getting either of the girls. Jimmy looked more angry than disappointed. He wasn’t often told no, and he crackled with energy as though about to punch the girls for having failed to draw his straw.
The three pairs split off. Lisa Anne and George went into the pantry — which held nothing but beer — leaving the utility closet for Charlie and Jimmy. They stopped outside the door.
“We don’t have to go in there,” Charlie said. “No one will see if you don’t want to do it.”
The door at the other end of the hall opened. Claire stuck her head out. “I heard that! You agreed to play this game, bastards! You better do it!” She giggled along with herself, and in the pantry Lisa Anne giggled as well. She shouted something that was too muffled to be heard, but Charlie got the gist of it: she was demanding that Charlie and Jimmy play the game.
Jimmy opened the door and went in. Charlie followed nervously. “Seven minutes, huh?” Charlie said as he followed Jimmy in. The utility closet smelled of cleaning supplies, which were overpowering now that the door was shut. It was pitch-black in here too, so all Charlie could sense was the smell of detergent.
Then Jimmy flicked the light on. It was just a bare bulb, and it blinded Charlie at first, but then bathed the closet in warm light. Charlie was intimately aware of how close he was to Jimmy, whose football player body bulged from the Roman toga he wore. All Charlie could think about was that his hand was about an inch from Jimmy’s cock, with only a sheet separating them (Jimmy had made a big deal about not wearing any underwear under his toga).
“We don’t have to do anything,” Charlie said softly. He felt small and weak next to Jimmy, who grunted his acknowledgement. His heart fluttered. Despite his words, he hoped desperately that Jimmy would go through with it.
“That’s right,” Jimmy said. His voice was low and gruff, as though he didn’t want to be heard. His breath condensed on Charlie’s cheek. One of his hands gripped Charlie’s shoulder firmly. His hand slowly moved down Charlie’s body, then moved to his arm and finally his hand.
Charlie wished he had started drinking before this. Charlie was suddenly very nervous. Why had Jimmy come in here and now was seemingly trying to touch Charlie?
Was he trying to hold hands? Charlie was astonished to feel Jimmy’s thick fingers grab his hand. That was about the last thing Charlie expected. Jimmy didn’t seem to have any inhibitions in here.
“We’ll just wait seven minutes,” Jimmy said. He whispered, but his voice still boomed in the tiny room. He arranged Charlie’s fingers to form a tube of sorts. “We won’t do anything. Nothing… You know, nothing that counts…”
Charlie realized what was happening only about a half a second before something warm and fleshy hit his hand. It was Jimmy’s cock. It was soft and thick, and it jerked as soon as Charlie touched it. Jimmy dragged Charlie’s hand to his crotch, and Charlie sucked in his breath.
“Jimmy, I thought you-?”
“Sssh, I ain’t gonna do nothin’, man,” Jimmy said, murmuring softly like he couldn’t admit even to himself what was happening. “Just hold ya hands still. Hand stuff isn’t, y’know… anything.” He used both of his hands to keep Charlie’s wrist and fingers still, and he began slowly humping his body back and forth. His dick slid limply through Charlie’s fingers.
He had such a huge cock. More than a foot long and thicker than any Charlie had seen. He’d spied Jimmy’s manhood in the shower, but it wasn’t erect then, and Jimmy kept it covered enough that Charlie caught only brief glimpses of it. Now, of course, he couldn’t see it at all, because the utility closet was dark as night, but it throbbed in his hand, which moved of its own accord up and down Jimmy’s shaft.
Charlie’s heart thumped. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. It felt so wrong, but at the same time, right — that was the point of this game, after all. Whatever they did here in the closet wouldn’t count, and they weren’t allowed to tell anyone about it later. Once the seven minutes were up, it was supposed to be as though it had never happened.
It was just jacking off anyway. Jacking off with the handsome quarterback with dimples and broad shoulders… the brash blond god who had been haunting Charlie’s dreams since the beginning of his freshman year.
“Uh, yeah…” Jimmy said slowly. His mouth was so close to Charlie’s ears now that the sound of Jimmy’s moan made him shudder. His breath condensed on Charlie’s head, which made Charlie speed up his breathing. Jimmy was very nearly kissing him, and the aroma of his hot breath hit Charlie’s nose.
Then Jimmy’s knees buckled and went weak. He grunted. His muscular body nearly fell, and Charlie instinctively reached out for him. His free hand grabbed Jimmy’s meaty frame through the toga. Though he wasn’t strong enough to provide much support, he did grip Jimmy’s chest and try to hold him up. Jimmy just leaned against the hot water heater, however. His pecs trembled beneath the robe of his toga.
His dick pulsated and throbbed in Charlie’s hands. Charlie heard a frenzy of female giggling from the pantry, which reminded him that the others were playing this game too. It sounded like the girls were having a great time with their men. Charlie wondered if they were having sex. It sounded like it. They were at least getting to second base.
“Hey, Jimmy, why don’t you jack me off too?” Charlie said. He lowered his voice partway through because his words seemed impossibly loud, like he was shouting. “We could circlejerk…” It was apparent that Jimmy wasn’t listening. He would never have thought Jimmy would agree, but then, he had never thought Jimmy would let Charlie jack him off either, so it seemed Charlie’s preconceptions weren’t quite right.
Jimmy groaned and grunted. He bucked his hips, closing his eyes. His muscles all relaxed at once beneath Jimmy’s fingers. Then he laughed nervously. “No way. Gross, dude.” His voice was tensed and clipped despite his laughter.
Then the first drops of sticky precum hit Charlie’s hand, and he moaned. He tried to pull his hand away, but Jimmy held it in place with one hand on his wrist. Charlie grumbled. “C’mon, man, I’m jackin’ you off, you should get me off too-“
“No way, I’m the team captain. I don’t need to do that shit,” Jimmy said. That was sort of true. Jimmy was team captain, which meant he was in charge. But Coach Marshall had made it clear that part of leadership was doing the difficult stuff. He made Jimmy come to all practices and workouts, for example, even the ones that didn’t involve quarterbacks. Jimmy even scheduled field maintenance, handled the scoreboard and hired the announcers for the games.
Jimmy’s whole body shook, his muscles flexing and rippling. He trembled. His dick throbbed, and Charlie felt Jimmy’s balls crawling up in his sac.
The most arousing thing about the orgasm, Charlie thought, was the sounds Jimmy made. It wasn’t clean moaning like in a porn. It was moist, chewing-like sound, almost choking at one point, and Charlie could hear his phlegmy snorting as he shot his load.
But then he decided what was really the most arousing thing about this — Jimmy shot his load right onto Charlie’s thigh. It was sticky, creamy and hot, and he shot so much Charlie wondered if it was some kind of trick. It dripped into the black slacks he had worn as part of his vampire costume, and it soaked into the fabric. It dripped down his legs.
“Whoah,” Jimmy said with a sigh. He smiled like a cocky bastard, kissed Charlie on the cheek, then humped his dick on Charlie’s thigh. “Thanks, man,” he said, as a few final spurts of jizz jetted all the way up Charlie’s side. Cum coated his ribs, running from his armpit to his hips, and Charlie breathed a sigh of relief that turned into a moan of desire. His own hands were all over Jimmy’s powerful torso, making his pecs bounce and twitch.
The buzzer went off. That was it. Seven minutes were up, and the game was over. Charlie was disappointed. That all happened so fast, and he hadn’t gotten to do everything he wanted to. He was annoyed that Jimmy didn’t reciprocate. Now Charlie had a hardon and no way to get rid of it.
The door to the utility closet opened, and Jimmy hurried out. He blushed and pumped his biceps as though victorious, though Charlie could hear him deny that anything had happened.
“Nah, I only got hard thinkin’ of you gals, I’m savin’ up to finish you off later,” Jimmy said, while Charlie dallied in the closet to to wipe the cum off his leg. He came out smiling a few minutes later. He was surprised that none of his teammates seemed to care about what had happened — they laughed at first, asking questions, teasing — but sooner or later, they were focused on the girls again. With only two girls at the party, they were the center of attention.
In the end, nobody got the girls. Lisa Anne and Claire hung out until nearly midnight, and then that was it. This desultory Halloween party was over.
So they all just went to bed a few minutes later, sharing the house’s unused beds. Charlie was sleepy, and there seemed little point to remaining awake at the party any longer. It was clear none of the straight guys were going to mess with him any more than Jimmy already had.
Once Charlie made it into his room and got ready for bed, he heard some of the guys come home from the party — they were excited, rambunctious, bragging about the blowjobs they had gotten. Charlie could hear Jimmy’s annoyed response to them, and it gave Charlie a measure of satisfaction to know that Jimmy had hadn’t had a good night either. Jimmy had apparently hoped to get girls over here after the party.
He awoke sometime early in the morning. The first rays of sunlight were just beginning to creep into his bedroom. He didn’t know why he had awoken at first, then realized someone was in his room.
“Who’s there?”
There was no answer, but there was a flurry of movement. Before Charlie realized what was happening, Jimmy was in bed with him. His heavy body took up most of the mattress. He stank of body odor and deodorant, a melange Charlie inhaled deeply of. Jimmy’s body was firm and yet soft at the same time, and the bed they now shared was so small that Charlie had little choice but to cuddle up close to his powerful temamate.
“Hey,” Jimmy whispered. “George puked in my bed.”
“Well, sleep on the couch-“
“It’s already taken,” Jimmy said. “Sssh, don’t worry, man. I won’t hurt you. I know you want me to cornhole you, shush… Right?”
“Jimmy…”
Jimmy wrapped one of his arms around Charlie as though hugging him close. Charlie’s head was ensconced in his big muscles and his hairy armpit, and his pecs rippled beneath Charlie’s touch. A surge of desire ran through Charlie, whose dick raced to full erection before he even touched it. Jimmy brought Charlie’s hand to his chest, and Charlie instinctively played with his nipples for a few seconds before pulling away in embarrassment. He rolled over to face away from Jimmy.
“Come on, lemme just put the tip in,” Jimmy said. He spooned Charlie, hugging him even closer and wedging his bare cock between Charlie’s asscheeks.
His dick was rock-hard, throbbing. He was already humping and kissing the back of Charlie’s neck. Jimmy must have been horny to begin with. Had he woken up from a sexual dream? Something like that must be it, Charlie thought.
“Oh god, Jimmy, are you serious?” Charlie asked in a desperate whisper. “Yes, please, yes! Put it in!” He had long wanted to be cornholed, to see what it would feel like. Ever since the first time he heard about it — in a rap song — before he even knew what it was. He knew ‘ramrodding’ was something interesting, and he’d looked it up right away.
Jimmy must have taken that as a yes, because he pushed his dick in. Blistering pain hit Charlie’s asshole. It felt like he was being split open, and he roared in agony. He bit a pillow to hide the sound, and his fingers clawed at the mattress beneath him. The pain soon gave way to a flood of pleasure though, which wracked Charlie’s body.
“Sssh, I’ll make it feel better,” Jimmy said. He reached for something and produced a bottle of lube he must have brought in here with him. He squeezed out a bit and spread it over the shaft of his throbbing meat, then rubbed it around the surface of Charlie’s ass.
“Here, I’ll get you off too,” Jimmy said. His rough, callused fingers roamed over Charlie’s body until reaching his cock. He held on there for a moment as though not sure what to do with it.
Then all at once, he both gave Charlie’s dick a stroke and pushed his well-lubed cock into Charlie’s ass. Both pleasure and pain shot up Charlie’s spine. He yelped and clawed at the air around him.
Since Jimmy was so much bigger, he took up a lot of space on the bed, and he didn’t make room for Charlie. So when Charlie flailed, he nearly fell off the edge. If it weren’t for Jimmy’s powerful arms holding him in place, Charlie would have fallen right onto the floor.
He gasped as his dick got hard. Charlie was astonished at how easy it was, and how little pain he was really feeling, considering that Jimmy plowed into him hard and aggressively. The pain was definitely there, it was just subdued, overwhelmed by the pleasure emanating from his cock and even a little bit of pre-orgasmic bliss that grew in waves coming from his asshole.
Precum dribbled from his dick. That stopped Jimmy for a few seconds, as he looked at his hands with disgust, like he had no idea how precum had ended up there. But then he resumed bear-hugging Charlie from behind, using one hand to stroke him off.
The meaty sound of Jimmy’s balls slapping against Charlie’s ass rang out in the small bedroom. Charlie wondered how loud that was, and if anyone else could hear. Luckily, he thought, the other seniors were all pretty drunk. They should all be passed out by now, he hoped. Nobody could be heard moving around in the hall.
“Make some sounds like a girl,” Jimmy said. Then he modeled it, giggling at himself as he let out a high-pitched laugh.
The sensation was entirely too intense for that, as Charlie couldn’t concentrate on anything but the spasms of pleasure exploding all over his body. Jimmy’s free hand roamed over Charlie’s chest as though imagining a bounteous bosom there.
Charlie was glad to realize he was going to cum first, hoping to embarrass Jimmy. Cum flew all over Charlie’s chest, which roiled and twisted as an orgasm washed through him. The movement caused pain to reawaken in his ass, and it was precisely that sudden tightness that made Jimmy blow his load as well.
Hot semen sprayed within Charlie, who cried out loud at the sensation as his own pleasurable orgasm pumped through his veins. He writhed in Jimmy’s biceps and shuddered as Jimmy kissed the back of his head. It was thick and creamy, and Charlie felt it flowing to every inch of his insides.
At last it was over. For a moment Jimmy lay there with his limp dick throbbing inside Charlie. Even though it wasn’t moving and was a bit smaller, it was more painful now that Charlie wasn’t distracted by his own imminent orgasm. He tried to pull away but couldn’t without falling off the bed, and in any case, even the slightest movement reawakened the sensations in his backside.
“Hey, Jimmy, move over, man,” Charlie said, worried that Jimmy would fall asleep with his cock in Charlie’s ass.
But Jimmy groggily responded. He scooted back, and at last his entire rod slipped out of Charlie’s ass. A sense of overwhelming relief hit Charlie, who rolled away from the edge of the bed.
“Jimmy…” Charlie pushed at the senior’s bulky body, but it was obvious Jimmy was asleep. He wasn’t going to move. He took up pretty much the entire bed, and Charlie would only be able to sleep here by remaining ensconced in Jimmy’s muscles. He found that he liked the feeling of warm muscles quivering around him as Jimmy slept. He curled up with Jimmy, smelling his masculine scent and basking in the heat of his body. A little moan escaped from Charlie’s throat, as his hands wrapped around Jimmy’s shoulders. “Thanks,” Charlie said. “You can come sleep with me anytime.”

like a sultry stack of jello

Avery came to the Omega Omicron Tau party with Claire Quentin, who was possibly the hottest girl in the entire nursing college. She knew it too. Men reacted like cartoon dogs when a pretty girl-dog walks by and their dog-jaw literally drops to the ground while their dog-heart pounds out of their chest. The frat boys blushed as they stared at her beautiful body and sweet face. Her body parts jiggled in a most delightful way with every step she took, like a sultry stack of jello.

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The Frat Boy Bottoms

When Avery attends a college party, he never thought he’d get to play Seven Minutes in Heaven with a studly frat bro named Chad. But not only does that happen, Chad is willing to bend over and take it however Avery wants to give it, as long as Avery puts in a good word with a woman. That gives Avery an incredible opportunity to explore the world of Twink on Top!

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Avery came to the Omega Omicron Tau party with Claire Quentin, who was possibly the hottest girl in the entire nursing college. She knew it too. Men reacted like cartoon dogs when a pretty girl-dog walks by and their dog-jaw literally drops to the ground while their dog-heart pounds out of their chest. The frat boys blushed as they stared at her beautiful body and sweet face. Her body parts jiggled in a most delightful way with every step she took, like a sultry stack of jello. Avery sighed and beat back his jealousy.
They were all young enough that the genders didn’t mix too much once the party began. Everyone was too awkward for that. The couples danced together, and eventually made their way upstairs or into the pantry to make out. Meanwhile the single boys remained in their own little huddle, drinking, daring each other to drink more and insulting each other’s ability to hold their alcohol. The single girls danced and giggled with each other, sneaking glances at the boys whenever they thought no one was looking.
“Hey, Lisa Anne, which one do you think is cutest?”
“Chad.” Lisa Anne blushed and giggled.
“Chad,” said Brenda, without even being asked. Everyone laughed as the boys glanced over, especially Chad, who seemed to have heard that the girls were talking about him. He tried — and failed — to look like he was not eavesdropping.
It was only Avery who felt equally at home among the women and the boys. He smiled to Chad. “I was just telling these total sluts what a hottie you were.” Chad turned bright red even as he forced a cocky smile on his face. “I’m on your side, Chad,” Avery said and made a mock black-power salute.
Avery and the other girls continued to drink daiquiris and sneak glances at the boys, especially Chad. Chad was a square-jawed all-American type, with blond hair and a perfect little nose. He was muscular and athletic, and he was rumored to have a giant dick. That was the only thing Avery could think about every time he saw Chad. He didn’t know if it was true, but he hoped it was. Chad kind of moved like he had a big dick.
“Seven Minutes in Heaven! Remember that?” Lisa Anne asked, snapping Avery back to reality. He enjoyed watching Chad’s neck muscles writhe as he chugged a beer to the chanting and whoops of his buddies.
“Ohmigod, Lisa Anne that is such a good idea! I haven’t played that since in forever!”
“Boys, do you want to play Seven Minutes in Heaven?!” The girls laughed as the boys hesitated, then agreed all at once — none of them wanted to seem like the loser who didn’t want to play along. There were more fraternity brothers from the university than sorority sisters from the nursing college at this party, even though it was a sorority party. That was simply because GHU was much bigger than the women’s nursing college.
Not that there were too many men for Avery. He greatly appreciated the male form and would have been fine with no women at all. More than fine. Well, without women, there’d be no way to get the men to play Seven Minutes in Heaven. Frat boys will do anything for the chance to bang a sorority girl. So Avery did find women useful in that sense.
They all sat in a circle, while Lisa Anne found an empty beer bottle. There were only four closets in the house, which was going to limit the game. The whole point of Seven Minutes in Heaven was that they needed to have some privacy. So only four pairs were going to be able to play at once.
Avery felt a twinge of awkwardness. He hung back, not quite in the circle but not out of it either. He wasn’t sure at first if they would even want to include him. He wasn’t a student at GHU, he just lived near the campus and hung out there often.
“C’mon, Avery, the boys will be good sports about it. If the bottle points to you… They’ll follow the rules,” Lisa Anne said, her cheeks turning red as she giggled with Claire. “Right, boys? Us girls will go in a closet with each other if that’s what the bottle says.”
None of them spoke at first. Then one of the frat boys, Nail, grumbled, “Yeah fine.”
Avery wondered what would happen if he really did end up in a closet with a girl. Would he be able to handle it? They sat alternating genders. Avery kind of wished he hadn’t agreed to play, but he desperately wanted a chance to spend seven minutes in heaven with one of these guys. One in particular — Chad, with the dick large enough to have its own rumor mill.
Lisa Anne spun first since it was her idea to play the game. The bottle pointed to Nail, who was cute and well-muscled, with a perfectly coiffed hairdo. He beamed broadly, and breathed an audible sigh of relief that he ended up with hot blonde Lisa Anne and not Avery or the fat chick. Lisa Anne squealed with delight and scurried off to the front closet with him.
Chad sat next to Lisa Anne, so it was his turn to spin next. He watched Claire, the sexy chick in a slutty dress, as though he could will the bottle to point to her. She was so pretty few of the boys ever looked away from her. They were like puppies watching a can of dog food get opened.
Since Claire sat next to Avery, he and Chad both made a hopeful face when the bottle slowed down in that direction.
But then it landed on Avery.
It took the circle of drunken college students a few moments to realize what had happened, then they all lapsed into squeals of laughter. The girls giggled and clutched each other, while the boys slapped their own thighs, falling over each other in exaggerated and drunken laughter.
Chad blushed but nodded dourly. His broad shoulders twitched. He glanced at Claire as though hoping she would give him permission to say no. But she just giggled and hid her face in her best friend’s arms. He walked towards the closet in the hallway, trembling though he tried to hide it with a cocky, heavy-footed strut.
“Wait,” Avery said, flipping his limp wrist in Chad’s direction. “Aren’t you going to carry me across the threshold?”
Chad’s face turned an even brighter cranberry red, as the assembled partygoers erupted in whoops and catcalls. But he looked past Avery to the girls, especially Claire, and whatever he saw there apparently suggested he should do whatever it took to keep her laughing. Chad stripped off his shirt, revealing a chest that was even more sculpted than Avery had thought, and he plastered on a big fake smile. There were thick tufts of hair over his bulging pecs, and his muscles roiled with anxiety.
It all happened so fast, and before Avery realized that his joke worked, Chad had swept him up in his arms. Avery swooned, exaggerating his reaction, though there was a big kernel of truth in his squeals of desire that he blurted out like some romance novel heroine. His face nuzzled those iron-hard bulging biceps as Chad squeezed him into the tiny closet at the end of the hall.
In the end, there was simply no way to carry someone across that particular threshold. Chad had to put Avery down on his feet and they crammed into the tiny closet. Avery shut the door behind him, then took out his cell phone. He set the timer for seven minutes (and then when Chad looked away, Avery added another thirty seconds).
“You don’t have to do anything,” Avery said, disappointed in himself for saying it. But he’d feel bad pawing all over Chad if he didn’t want to do it. Just being in his arms for a few seconds had been thrilling enough.
Well, not enough. But you know, Avery could live with it.
Chad breathed a sigh of relief. “Look…” he said, the anxiety evident even in the dimly lit closet. “I’ll do whatever you want, if you can get Claire to hook up with me.”
“What?”
“Put in a good word for me. Tell her I’m cool. She listens to you,” he said. “I’ll let you jerk me off or whatever if you want.”
“Other way around, big guy,” Avery said. He meant it as a joke as he said it, but he realized even before he had finished speaking that Chad was more comfortable with this than Avery had assumed. He was embarrassed about it in front of his friends, but now that they were in the closet alone, he didn’t seem to mind Avery’s hands clutching his toned torso. Avery tweaked his nipples and let his fingers roam up and down Chad’s perfect chest and torso.
“What?” He had that dumb-frat-boy look on his darkened face. Avery kissed him on the neck, and his muscles bristled, tensing beneath Avery’s grasp.
Swallow his dick, Chad! You’ll love how it tastes!
Do it, broh!
The other frat boys laughed at each other as they catcalled to Chad, who just rolled his eyes and ignored them.
“I wanna be on top,” Avery said as though it was the most natural thing in the world. In truth, he would have jumped at the chance to jerk off Chad or even just tweak his nipples once. But he was drunk enough to ask for more than that, and he got the impression Chad would do anything for a chance to get laid by Claire, so Avery thought he might as well shoot for the moon.
“You want…?”
“I won’t tell anyone. I’ll tell them I just jacked you off,” Avery said. “They’ll never know. But I can get Claire to go out with you.”
“Really?”
“I can’t promise she’ll put out. But if you take her to that French restaurant on Market, and you don’t ask her for a blowjob, she’ll probably at least give you a handie,” Avery said. “If you’re not pushy, she’ll give up the pussy on date three.”
“Really?!”
Avery nodded. “She’s told me her schedule. She doesn’t like pushy guys. You gotta pretend you don’t care if she puts out or not.”
“Oh,” he said like that was an impossible request.
“So come on,” Avery said. “You’re really gonna give it up? I’ll put in the world’s best word for you with her. I’ll tell her you saved my cat.”
“Is that a metaphor?”
“What? No, I have an actual cat. I’ll tell her it ran away and you grabbed it right before a car ran over it. No, a truck, a truck almost ran over it,” Avery said. Then he thought for a moment. “Wait, no, a truck did run over it, a truck driven by a greasy redneck who didn’t notice because he was distracted catcalling a girl. You rescued it and brought it to a vet and paid for emergency treatment. Then you brought it back to me. Her name is Buttfucker, by the way.”
“Your cat’s name is Buttfucker?”
“Long story.”
“I don’t have enough money to pay for emergency vet surgery-“
“That doesn’t matter, sweetheart,” Avery said, hugging his big dumb chest close. “The cat wasn’t actually run over by a truck. If she asks, you don’t have money because you spent it all on surgery. She’ll believe that.”
“Oh, yeah, good idea,” he said.
“I know. Boys are so dumb. You were probably planning on taking her to Olive Garden or something.”
“What’s wrong with Olive Garden?”
“Taking a girl to Olive Garden is kinda like saying you’re such a slut I don’t need to woo you at all, but since I’m a gentleman, I’ll buy you a boatload of shit-covered carbs in the hopes of making you too tired to bother saying no. It’s not a romantic place, Chad. Don’t ever take a girl to Olive Garden. You’re better off giving her a few slices of buttered bread and a glass of tap water.”
“Wow, geez, is that what went wrong with Anne?”
“Anne Slattery, from Beta Kappa Tau?”
“Yeah.”
“Is that really where you took her? Ohmigod, yes, that’s a problem, that’s where you went wrong. She has class, Chad, she’s from Connecticut. You can’t take someone like that to Olive Garden. Egads,” Avery said, “What do they teach you boys in school?”
“Chemistry,” he said with a long low sigh of regret.
Avery rammed his hands down Chad’s pants and shivered with delight as he felt the frat boy’s limp cock dangling in the humid jungle of his crotch. It was just as big as they said, and its meaty thickness gave Avery a startlingly intense wave of desire. Avery gave it a squeeze as he used his other hand to undo Chad’s pants.
Chad grimaced but did the same. He pushed his hand into Avery’s pants and wrinkled his nose as he gave Avery’s cock a limp, lifeless stroke. Avery didn’t mind that so much. His awkward fumbling was half the attraction, Avery thought, and it more than made up for his awkward technique.
“So, uh, do I just… get on my knees?” Chad asked.
“Of course. Haven’t you ever had a blowjob?”
“I didn’t know if guys did it differently,” Chad said. He slowly sunk to his knees as he undid Avery’s belt. He pulled down his designer underwear and looked away as Avery’s dick twitched and spasmed in front of his face. His hot breath condensed on the shaft. “You promise you’ll tell her I’m a good guy?”
“Baby, I’ll talk you up so good she’ll marry you,” Avery said. He put his hands on his hips, heart pounding — he never thought Seven Minutes in Heaven would be this heavenly. A full minute was already gone.
A part of Avery still thought Chad would back out right up until he held his breath, opened his mouth and swallowed Avery’s dick. He gagged as soon as it hit the back of his throat, but he didn’t stop. He was determined to get the whole thing in his mouth.
You can hold him down and ram him, Avery! We’ll all back you up, Chad was dressed like a girl. He’s been totally begging for it all night! The boys who hadn’t been chosen in the game laughed as though this was the funniest thing they had ever heard. Chad blushed in the dark. He loves it in the ass, okay? He shoves everything up there: carrots, dicks, dick-shaped carrots, a manual on carving carrots into dicks, he’ll take anything up the ass!
Yeah, he loves being fisted! Absolutely loves it! And when he says no, that’s his way of saying ‘fist me harder’!
His tongue slathered spit up and down the shaft, sending waves of sensation up Avery’s spine. Avery gripped his broad shoulders, holding him tight. His knees went weak from a combination of pleasure and anxious relief that it had begun. He reached down to caress Chad’s strapping back muscles.
That felt so good Avery couldn’t help but moan. His voice wavered, and he held onto Chad’s powerful body for support. Chad seemingly didn’t realize how good he was at servicing Avery’s cock — men were always better at that than women because they have the equipment and know how to make it feel good. Chad didn’t know enough to know he could do it badly. His tongue battered Avery’s cock, and Chad’s big mitts gripped Avery by the smoothness of his pale asscheeks.
“Can I ram you?” Avery asked, holding his breath. He assumed Chad would say no, but he felt he had to ask. He could already tell that Chad had a perfectly firm pair of asscheeks, and normally Avery would just ask if he could give him a rimjob. Chad had a very rimjobbable ass. But since Chad seemed to be willing to bottom, Avery figured it couldn’t hurt to ask.
Chad pulled off his dick and hesitated. “I dunno,” he said. “I don’t like the taste of cock, so that’d be… But won’t that hurt? I don’t have any lube with me. Do you just stick it in?”
Avery shrugged. “I can provide the lube. I know how to do it.”
“You carry lube with you?”
“I’ll use nature’s lube,” Avery said with a giggle. He stuck his tongue out and licked the air, miming out a rimjob.
“Really?” Chad said with a sick smile. “You’ll lick my ass?”
Avery nodded. “You ever had a rimjob?”
“Only black guys ever get rimjobs,” Chad said. Then he stammered as though he hadn’t mean to say that. “I mean… The only two guys I know who ever got a rimjob are both black. It’s no big deal.” He excitedly bent over, gripping the door handle and spreading his asscheeks by pulling his legs far apart. “Not in a racist way. Just, girls give black guys rimjobs more than white guys.”
Oh…,” Avery said. He had no idea that that was true. He’d have to ask his female friends wht that is. “There’s so much I don’t know about girls. It’s a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, and smelling of fish tacos.” He sunk to his knees and dove face-first into Chad’s ass. His cheeks were just as firm as Avery had imagined, and his powerful thighs were tensed tight. Chad’s whole body was tight right now, as both anxiety and arousal kept him flexing hard.
Avery’s tongue ran all the way up and down the crack first, shuddering as he ran overtop that grimy tight hole. Avery loved to give rimjobs to men with intact asses, so he had to really push to get his tongue in there. Chad’s muscles rippled when his tongue passed the rim and teased his sensitive prostate. His ass tasted clean too, like cheap soap and the scrubbed linoleum of a group shower, a little bit of the scent of sweat-soaked elastic seeping into Avery’s nostrils from the edges of his ass, where the straps of the jockstrap he often wore would be.
He flicked his tongue in, which made Chad yelp as a twinge of pleasure — and maybe a bit of pain too — ran up his spine. But Avery was inexorable, lapping at the beautiful brown hole until he could easily get his entire tongue in there.
Then Avery stood. Chad shuddered again in anticipation as Avery spat into his palm, then used that hand to cover his own dick in spit. When it was good and slick, Avery wedged it in between Chad’s cheek and shoved the tip in before he could tighten his ass all over again.
“Are you okay?” Avery asked when Chad threw his head back and let out a hushed howl.
“Yeah…” Chad said, his voice trailing off. He panted as Avery’s dick slid in bit by bit. “We only got like two minutes left. Can you cum that quickly?”
“With an ass like that, I could cum in ten seconds if I was going for speed,” Avery said with a smile. He humped slowly at first, gradually building up speed when Chad didn’t complain too much. He did wince and grimace, but there was a surprised pleasurable tone to his voice — it didn’t hurt as bad as he had thought it would, and a part of him exulted in his prostate’s sensitivity sending shockwaves through his system.
Avery’s orgasm began almost immediately. He wanted to slow himself down, but he knew Chad would back out as soon as the seven (and a half) minutes were up. So he kept himself going even as he shot his load embarrassingly quickly. Huge gobs of it flooded Charlie’s body, more than Avery had ever shot before.
But not before experiencing such intense pleasure that Avery wondered if frat boy ass would forever be ruined for him. No other man’s ass would ever be as tight and perfect, quivering like a bowl full of jelly, as Chad’s. His asshole clenched around Avery’s dick as he moaned, then bit his lip to avoid making too much noise. Both him and Avery struggled not to cry out loud.
They both groaned. Luckily it sounded like the party had moved to one of the other closets, where they listened and giggled at whichever couple was in there. Chad’s face was bright red as he closed his eyes, trying to take every inch of Avery’s dick. Each thrust into his ass sent a spurt of pain through Chad’s body and an explosion of pleasure through Avery’s.
Finally the end came, and Avery felt a twinge of regret as cum flowed from his dick — he wished he had had more time within Chad’s plump, juicy ass. He squirmed, spraying his load over every inch of Chad’s insides. He shivered with desire as intense pleasure rocketed up and down his body. It was so intense his fingers tightened into claws that ripped at Chad’s smooth back.
It continued for what felt like forever. Avery’s orgasm seemed to be more than seven and a half minutes in itself, but the alarm didn’t go off. He filled Chad up with his seed and stayed there, still, savoring the feel of Chad’s ass tightening up around his dick. Cum dripped down between Chad’s thighs. Every time either one of them moved it sent a whole new wave of sensations to wrack both men’s bodies.
Chad groaned and pulled off. He gasped as his ass emptied, and he breathed deeply. He was relieved when he sunk slowly to the ground on weakened knees. Then he winced when he put weight on his aching ass. He rolled onto his side and struggled to his feet.
“There, there, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Avery asked.
Chad shook his head. “It hurt,” he said. “A lot. But no. It wasn’t that bad.” He blushed intensely. “It did hurt though.”
“It always hurts the first time. It’ll feel better next time.”
“There is definitely not ever gonna be a next time,” Chad said, his voice suddenly hostile. He glared at Avery. “I’m not doing this again, and you better follow through.”
“I will, I will, I promise,” Avery said. He pulled out his cell phone, just seconds before the seven-minute alarm he had set went off. “I’m texting her now. I’ll tell her you have a fantastic dick.” Though a part of him wanted to brag about what happened, he knew that if he followed through and Chad ended up getting laid, the other frat boys would find out. Chad would probably just tell them that he allowed Avery to jack him off, but Avery was alright with that — he would gladly jack off every single frat boy in this house right now if they’d let him.
You two done making out in there? I’m pretty sure it’s been seven minutes. That was Lisa Anne’s voice, outside the closet.
Avery opened the door and smiled. They were both dressed now. It smelled like sex in the closet, but he didn’t think Lisa Anne noticed. It smelled strongly of beer outside the closet, which probably overpowered the semeny scent inside.
“Yeah, we’re done,” Chad said. He pumped his biceps and held his shirt in his hands as he flexed his pecs. Lisa Anne swooned, blushed and tried to hide how aroused she was. Chad gently pushed Avery out of the way. “He got fresh, but I gave him seven minutes to remember.”
Before Chad could react, Avery lowered his head and sucked on his left nipple. His pec was hard like a volleyball, which made Avery want to plow him all over again. Chad’s eyes bugged out, and Avery pulled away.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” Avery said, breathlessly exaggerating how tired he was, as though being in Chad’s presence had exhausted him. He collapsed into Lisa Anne’s arms as they all hurried back to the main room.
The circle had reformed. The bottle was in play, and Avery sat down, getting ready for his second go. He smiled and glanced around at all the frat boys, wondering which one he would get next.
This party, he thought, was turning out better than he ever thought it would be.