I put my hands on the back of his head.
He certainly knew how to suck a cock.
“Ooooooooooh.” I moaned as he worked me with his mouth. He reached up with his big hands and started playing with my nipples. “Oh, God, Mike, that's awesome, don't stop, man. . . .”
He stopped and smiled at me. He got up and straddled my face. I found myself staring at one of the biggest cocks I'd ever seenâand he was uncircumcised. He leaned down and started sucking me again, and I reached up with my head and took him in my mouth. I licked the head of his dick and he moaned, but he kept working on mine. He tasted slightly of sweat and smelled faintly of urine. I reached up with my hands and gripped his ass, pulling it down as I swallowed his entire length. His ass flexed, and he pushed himself deeper into my throat as I swirled my tongue around it, gripping his ass tightly with both hands.
It tasted wonderful. I wanted it deep inside of me, and I felt my own load starting to build, and just as I was about to shoot he pulled his mouth off and stroked me until I came in a huge load that rained down on my stomach.
I could feel him stiffening, and he pulled his cock out of my mouth.
As soon as the head passed through my lips he started shooting his load down into my face. He moaned, his ass stiffening, his entire body going rigid, his eyes closed and his body jerking with each shot.
Finally, he was finished and he rolled over onto his side.
“Wow,” he whispered.
I reached for a towel and wiped off my face, then my stomach.
“I don't fuck,” he said as I started to get up. “Don't go.”
“Iâ”
He lay back down on the bed and patted the pillow next to the one where his head rested. “Stay with me and cuddle, okay?”
I looked at him.
What the hell.
I slid up and put my head down on the free pillow.
His arms wrapped around me and he kissed the back of my neck.
I closed my eyes. It felt good there in his strong arms.
He wasn't Chad, but he'd do.
I fell asleep.
Chapter 8
B
eyoncé's “Sweet Dreams” woke me up. I opened my eyes and didn't know where I was at first. But the muscular arm draped over me brought it all back in a rush. I'd fallen asleep in Mike's bed, and I could feel his hard-on pressed up against my ass. On the nightstand, I could see it was his cell phone playing the chorus. He shifted and mumbled a bit against my back, and as I looked at the phone I could see Mike's girlfriend's face staring at me.
Perfect timing,
I thought, smothering a grin. After another moment, Beyoncé was cut off, and the phone chirped. I eased his arm off and slid out of the bed, sitting up on the side. I could hear guys talking outside the window, and the alarm clock on his desk read 9:47 a.m. I got up and grabbed my underwear, sliding it on.
“Where you going?” Mike mumbled, his eyes half open. “Don't go.”
“Your girlfriend just called.” I slid my jeans up, buttoning the fly. “I think she left a message.”
He sat up in the bed, and I leaned over, kissing him on the cheek. “Thanks for last night,” I whispered. “That was really hot.”
He grabbed my arms and pulled me down on top of him, pushing my hand down to his erection. “You want to play some more before you leave?”
It was tempting, but I pushed myself back up. “I think you should probably call your girlfriend back.” I picked my shirt up and slipped it over my head. “I bet she's sorry she dumped you and wants you back.”
“Fuck her.” He pushed the covers aside and started stroking himself. In spite of myself, I was getting hard. He winked at me. “You sure you don't want some more of this?”
“I'll stay,” I said, putting my socks on, “if you let me fuck you.” I reached for my shoes. “You've got a gorgeous ass.”
“I don't do that.” He stopped stroking himself and frowned. A drop of pre-cum oozed out the tip.
I slipped on my shoes, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “Mike, trust me. You are really hot, but you really want to call your girlfriend.” I stood up, grabbed his phone, and tossed it onto the bed next to him. “Don't get me wrong, I'll be more than happy to be with you againâbut what I really want is to fall in love and be with someone who really wants to be with me, not with his girlfriend.” I reached over and rubbed the top of his cock. “Work things out with her one way or the otherâbut if you're not really into guys . . .”
I shut the door behind me as he dialed his phone.
Once I was inside my car, I started laughing. I couldn't help it. The whole thing was so absurd. I remembered Blair telling me once that “straight boys will put out if they're drunk enoughâall it takes is a six-pack.” I rolled my eyes and started my car. As I backed out of my space, I saw Chad walking Dante to his car. Chad was just wearing a pair of basketball shorts and sandals. His shorts were riding really low, and I looked away as I put the car in drive and headed home.
How long is this going to last?
I wondered as I drove. I liked Danteâhe seemed like a really nice guy. But he was standing in my way. Somehow, I was going to have to get rid of him. The question was, how? I kept running through alternatives as I drove, but nothing seemed possible.
Maybe I'm going to have to let this run its course.
As I walked into my apartment, I decided the best thing for me to do was wait and be patient. An opportunity would present itself, surely.
The first week of classes sped by. My classes all seemed really easy, and it was going to be another semester of making the dean's list without putting a lot of effort into it. My first meeting as a brother was Monday night, and the main item on the meeting agenda was the start of Rush the next week. I kept watching Chad, who spent the entire meeting doodling in a notebook in front of him, not participating in the meeting at all. He was sitting in between Brandon and Rees, and they seemed equally bored. When the sign-up sheet to work the Beta Kappa booth in the quad on campus went around, I signed up for as many slots as I could. I was proud to be a brother and wanted to contribute. When the meeting broke up, Mike came up to me. “Hey, can I talk to you for a second?”
“Sure,” I replied, wondering if he was going to invite me into his room again.
“I wanted to say thanks.” He stuck out his big right hand, and I shook it. “I called Leona when you left the other morning, and we talked everything out. We're back together again.”
I smiled. “Mike, that's great. I'm really happy for you.”
“I also wanted to thank you for Friday night,” he went on. “I was a wreck, and it was nice of you to keep me company when I was so down about her.”
I bit my lip.
It wasn't like I didn't get something out of it,
I thought. “Glad I could help. And I was serious about helping you with your econ class, if you need me to.”
Later, as I was getting into my car after the meeting, I saw Dante pulling in. I sighed, and debated whether I should say hello.
You shouldâhow else are you going to get into position to help them break up if you don't befriend Dante?
Instead, I started the car and left.
There was plenty of time for that later, I reasoned, and I wasn't ready to start playing the game yet.
It still hurt to see them together.
Besides, I still hadn't figured out how to do it.
I'd hoped my first Rush as an actual brother would give me something to focus on besides Chad and Dante. It was easier said than done. I ran into them everywhere, it seemed. When I went to the grocery store, they were there, shopping for a romantic dinner Dante was cooking that night. Every time I drove into the parking lot at the house, there was Dante's car to remind me. I went shopping for clothes, and sure enough, there they were, trying things on and laughing while I watched through slitted eyes. As if that weren't enough, it turned out that Dante worked out at my gym. As my trainer put me through my paces, I couldn't help but keep an eye on Dante whenever I could. He always wore a loose-fitting tank top with spaghetti straps, exposing his mountainous pecs, and was drenched with sweat as he lifted weights I couldn't conceive ever being strong enough to move myself.
It just further emphasized my inability to compete with him.
And every time I got into bed and closed my eyes, I couldn't get the image of the two of them together out of my head. I'd get hard, imaging muscular Dante on top of Chad, fucking him, his big ass clenching and unclenching as Chad screamed with pleasure.
And after I wiped my own cum off myself, I'd cry a little bit.
But at least I knew Dante wouldn't be around during Rush.
I managed to successfully avoid Chad during the first two nights, and I was pleased to discover I actually had a knack for rushing. Well, maybe part of it was knowing if I kept myself busy talking to prospectives I wouldn't have time to talk to Chad or wonder what he was doing or if he was going over to Dante's house the minute Rush ended. So I lost myself in talking to the prospectives and taking them on tours. My memory also came in handy. Being able to remember their names, where they were from, and things they told me impressed them. It also didn't hurt that I really believed Beta Kappa was the best house on campus with the most to offer pledges. I
believed
what I was telling them. I dragged Roger along on the tours, including him in my conversations with the prospectives. I was a little surprised when Roger dropped the surly mocking attitude he'd had when I'd gone through Rush and seemed to open up and enjoy himself. He was really making an effort, and I was proud of him. He was trying to change. Every once in a while, though, I'd catch him staring at me. It was like he was studying me, which kind of creeped me out a little bitâbut then I'd just shrug it off.
It was just my imaginationâwhich was working overtime.
Every morning when my alarm went off, my first thought was,
Maybe today's the day they're going to break up.
I wasn't proud of it. Dante seemed like he was a great guyâand every time I saw them together it was obvious Dante was really into Chad. I would look at Dante's massive muscles, his handsome face with the extraordinary smile, and think,
You don't have a chance. He's hot, he's nice, he's got a great job, he has everything you could possibly imagine going for him. Even if they do break up, Chad is hardly going to replace champagne with grape juice. He's never going to want you. You need to accept it and move on.
Tuesday night, when Rush was over and I finished talking with the Bid Committee about some of the prospectives, I walked out into the parking lot and saw them kissing. They were leaning up against the trunk of Dante's Porsche, and they had their arms around each other.
It was like being punched in the face.
I stood there watching for a minute. They finished their kiss, and Dante opened the passenger door for Chad. A few moments later the Porsche roared out into the street.
I sat in my own car, my head down on the steering wheel.
What is wrong with you? You're wasting your time hoping for something that's never going to happen. You need to just get over Chad and be done with it once and for all. Even if they do break up, it's going to take years of working out for you to have the kind of body Chad's attracted to. You're never going to have him. Stop wasting your time. So what if he doesn't want you? Plenty of other guys do. You only sleep alone by choice. Let go of the revenge fantasyâthe truth is, if Chad ever wanted you you'd never turn him down in a million years. Let go of all of it. Be friends with him, because that's all you're ever going to be. So what if he hurt you? Did he really lead you on, or did you just fool yourself?
I started the car. It made sense. It was time to move on.
I woke up on Wednesday morning in a really good mood. I went to my classes, did my time in the booth, and headed over to the house to help get things ready for that night. As soon as I got out of my car, Chris Moore called my name. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”
I bit my lower lip. What could the president want with me? Had I done something wrong? He clapped me on the back. “I have to say, Jordyâand don't take this the wrong wayâbut I was a little worried about you for Rush.”
“Really?” I frowned.
“Really.” He smiled at me. “I mean, you're kind of shy, and so I worried a bit you'd struggle with Rush. But man, was I wrong! You sure stepped up! I don't think I've ever seen anyone work as hard as you this Rush Week.”
The praise felt good. “Well, it's important.” I smiled back at him.
“We've already had ten bids accepted, and at least seven of them said how much they liked you.” He clapped me on the back again. “That's seven pledges you're pretty much responsible for recruiting. And Eric told me how hard you've been working at the booth. I'm proud of you, man.”
“Thanks, Chris.” Praise from the president! As I watched him walk back to the house, I couldn't help but laugh to myself. I might have a talent for rushing pledges, but if Chris had known the real reason I'd thrown myself into it so hard, he wouldn't have complimented me.
I was standing there when a car pulled into the lot, almost blinding me with the headlights. I put up an arm to cut the glare, but it pulled into a spot and I started walking over to my car. I'd just put the keys in the door when someone called my name. I paused, with my hand on the door handle, and looked over.
Dante had just gotten out of his car and was walking over to me.
Great,
I said to myself.
Just what I need right now.
“Hi,” I said when he got close enough to hear me.
“Hey, Jordy, how you doing?” He stopped and shifted his weight from one foot to the other uncomfortably. He was wearing a pair of plaid shorts and a muscle shirt.
“Tired, how are you?”
“I imagine Rush Week must be rough on all of you,” he said, still shifting.
“It's tiring, a little draining, but you know, it's important.”
“Can I ask you a favor?”
Alarms started sounding in my head. “Sure.”
“Would you mind grabbing a cup of coffee with me? I need to talk to someone, and I figured you'd be the best person.” He gave me a rueful smile. “And when I saw you, well, I just figured it was meant to be.”
Okay, this is just strange.
I started to say something about Chad but stopped myself. I was curious. What did he want to talk to me about? So I nodded and said, “Sure, you want to go to the Starbucks on Shaw?”
Relief flooded his face. “That's perfect. I'll meet you there.”
I watched him walk back to his car and waved once he was inside. I got into my own car and followed him out of the parking lot.
All the way to Starbucks random thoughts ran through my mind.
What does he want to talk to me about? My advice on buying something ridiculously expensive for Chad? My help in throwing a surprise party or something?