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.”
