Frat

I have been in college for almost a year now. I am majoring in psychology, and I don’t have that many friends. Just my two roommates, Allan and Patrick, and Patrick’s girlfriend, Stella. We are a close group. I rarely socialize with others, but when I do meet people it’s through my friends.

My name is Drake and yes, I am gay. There are not many queer guys or girls in the college I go to, so I do feel a bit alienated most of the time. I have always been a quiet person, and so i don’t really stand out much. However, I don’t hide my homosexuality either. I can and will freely tell others my preferences. Of course, not everybody will accept this so openly.

Enter: the frat guys. Not all of them. Some are nice, I guess, but I don’t want to get near them to find out. It’s mostly 4 of them: Hank, Louis, Pedro and, last but not least, Parker. They were all super hot, of course, being frat guys. But they all were jackasses. Especially with me, since I am the gay guy.

Parker is the most attractive one, with messy brown hair and green eyes, a wonderful, kind smile that hid his horrible intentions and a very nice physical build, with very visible body hair. He was a gay man’s dream on earth, except he was super homophobic and mean. I hated to be near the frat guys cause they would always pick on me. Especially Parker.

Okay, now that we had a recap we can go to the actual story. About a month ago there was an announcement of some big party to happen at the frat house. Of course, parties there were not rare, and me and my friends were used to hearing about them and never going. However! This time was different, because apparently my friend Patrick had become friends with someone from the frat house and they gave him 4 tickets to the oh so exclusive party. It seemed like luck was smiling at us, to finally go to where the cool kids hang out.

“Come on Drake, it’s gonna be amazing!” Patrick said to me with eagerness. “Listen to him, you know we always hear how amazing these parties are!” Stella followed, trying to convince me to accept a ticket to go to the party with them. “Sure thing, it sounds great” I replied, and they smiled. “Just if I want to go to be made fun by the frat guys and be the college’s joke for the rest of my stay here” I added, and their expression changed.

“We’ll defend you if they try anything.” Allan said decisively, also keen on getting me to go. “No one can mess with them and especially not in their house” I said in a serious tone. An hour later and a few pizza boxes on the floor, and they had convinced me. But I would go just for a bit before leaving, that was my deal. Just an appearance.

Fast forward to the day of the party, a cold saturday night. You could feel the vibrancy of the excitement over the entire campus; everybody was going to this party. Regardless of the situation, I felt oddly excited too. Maybe I could enjoy it if I let my worries aside. When time came, we were ready for the party and made our way to the frat house.

My friends quickly dispersed, and I was left alone to my own device. I just stood by the food table, chowing down on whatever they had there and having a couple too many drinks. Suddenly, I felt a huge urge to pee. So, walking drunkenly around the over-populated house, surrounded by half-naked girls dancing and shirtless guys grinding on them, everything reeking of alcohol, I tried to find my way to the bathroom.

In a dark spot on the back of the house, I found what seemed to be a bathroom. I walked inside and was surprised by Parker, who was also in the spacious bathroom, he came out of a dark corner. I noticed as soon as I turned on the light that he was drunk and that I was about to die.

“You” he said when he saw me, finishing washing his hands, then drying them on his pants. “Were you invited, what are you doing here?” He sounded rather calm. My voice broke when I tried to say something. “My friend got tickets, and…” i said very quickly, feeling nervous as he walked towards me. “It’s fine” he said as he walked past me to lock he door. I was ready to be executed, why else would he lock the door for.

“I’m glad you’re here” he said, then pinned me against the wall. I closed my eyes, waiting for the punch on my face, then he held my face gently and began to kiss my neck. He smelt like tequila. “W-what are you doing?” I asked in shock, slightly scared but also turned on. “Let loose. This is what I want” he said swiftly, and continued to kiss my neck, quickly making his way to my mouth. He kissed me deeply then took a breath. “You’ve got the hots for me, don’t you?” He said with a naughty smile, then pushed his body towards mine. “Even if I bully you so much” he added, the smell of tequila dizzying me.

“I don’t know what you’re saying. You’re drunk” I said in my defense. “Come on” he said, then kissed me again. He slid his hand slowly down my jeans and quickly grabbed my dick, which was hard of course. “You do want me. Bodies don’t lie” he said, then grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch. “See?” He said, then started to undo his jeans. “Keep up” he said quickly, surprising me, and I began to undo my jeans as well. Before long, we were staring at each other’s hard dick.

“I’ll start” he said before kneeling down to suck my cock softly and passionately. He was very good at it. He made me come in no time. “Holy shit dude, calm down” he said with a smile after swallowing my load. Then, i got down to suck his junk too. His dick was hard and big, surrounded by pubic hair. Just like I imagined it. I began to suck to the best of my abilities, and he came rather quickly.

“Now it’s you who has to calm down” i said, swallowing his load. He laughed and hit my shoulder while putting his jeans back on. “Don’t tell anyone” he said after washing his mouth with water. “See you around” he said, then left the bathroom. Of course, I didn’t tell anybody.

And I did enjoy the party. Thanks to that unlikely encounter in the bathroom. The frat guys continue to bully me, but Parker has held back a lot. He looks at me differently. I’m sure he can remember, even if he was drunk. I wonder if he likes me…