Act Your Age Ch 08: Swatted

Shane, a directionless 20 year old living with his parents and attending community college, is sitting on his porch one lazy day when he spots Grant a new next door neighbor.  Grant is handsome, older, and successful.  Shane is attracted to the older man, wants to start a relationship but Grant has just gotten out of a long-term relationship with a man and isn’t ready for commitment.  

Worse, he sees Shane as too young, too impulsive, and misbehaved, but when Shane won’t give up Grant challenges him to a little discipline.


After the spanking session that night and the next day was cleaner living.  I woke up, had two cigarettes, did all of my reading while on my stomach through the day, and wrote my papers that evening.  I kept trying to think of items to add to the list but somehow I was satisfied, or at least I thought everyone else was satisfied by the rest of my life so I couldn’t really come up with anymore.  The fact that I only had seven made me dread Monday when I would give it to Mr. Grant.  Would there be a penalty for not thinking of more? 

I took a picture of my backside in the mirror with my phone.  It barely looked like anything had been done to it.  It was a strange thing to have on my phone.  If I took a selfie then I usually posted it somewhere, shared it with someone, but instead it was a very private image.  Not just that it was my ass but the act itself.  I had been spanked.  Who would tell someone that these days?  Who would tell someone it was what they needed?

Somehow Sunday, and even early Monday morning I managed to block my meeting with Mr. Grant out of my head.  Though really I usually did that.  I could not think about something until hours before it was about to happen, that’s when I felt the worst.  Those last moments to kill before something was about to happen, especially when punctuality was important.  It almost felt like a waste of time because whatever it was I was usually distracting myself before it happened. 

Thankfully I didn’t have class that day, though I did worry about the next day if I got another spanking.  I would have to sit through those lectures on a wooden chair.  The worst was the auditorium where the seat curved right at the thighs.  In order to distract myself I played video games and watched television all day.  My only sins were two cigarettes in the morning to wake me up and a beer with lunch, in part because it was what I usually did and in part because my parents were out of the house. 

I had also kept watch over his place.  I hadn’t seen him leave in the morning but I saw that his car was gone.  When I thought I heard his car door close I checked to make sure it was him.  I saw him dressed in a suit and tie.  It was almost six o’clock, hours before our meeting.  It was then that I realized my parents would be back before it was convenient to leave so I decided to take a walk around the block.  Time didn’t pass easily that last hour.  I kept looking at my phone every ten minutes trying to estimate just the right time to get there.  It’s like going to the doctor’s office, I told myself as I walked to his front door.

When he answered the door he was dressed semi-casual, not the suit and tie I had seen earlier.  He had a five o’clock shadow and he smelled of soap.  His hair was loose and I realized he had showered recently.  He looked me in the eye.  This is it, I thought.  I was scared but excited at the same time.  I was anxious yet worried as I could remember the last, initial spanking.  He opened the door and invited me inside. 

“How are you today?” he asked.

“I’m good,” I said.  I had forgotten something, the word stuck in my throat.

“Did you make up that list?”

I cleared my throat.

“Uh, yes sir, I made up the list.”

“Where is it?”

“It’s on my phone,” I answered.

He was still behind me and I couldn’t judge his reaction but suddenly leaving the list on my phone felt ridiculous.  I knew I should have printed it out.  How could I have been so careless?

“We’ll talk about it after,” he said.  “Are you worried?”

“Yes sir,” I said.

“You know every bad thing you’ve done.  You know every area in your life you need to improve.  This punishment will clear the record in some way.  Tonight it’s like you will be born again with a new skin.  It should be a transformative experience, one that will stay with you for days, a week, and the rest of your life.”  I thought about the expression, ‘you won’t be able to sit down for a month’ and how I barely ever heard it.  “Your last tanning should be wearing off by now.  Tonight’s will be much more severe.”

He moved in front of me, took my cane from my hand and placed it by the door.  That made me stand up straight.  I closed my eyes for only a moment but he was back in front of me.  I reached for my belt but he stopped me, took hold of the buckle himself and undid it but he didn’t unfasten my shorts or pull them down right away like I thought he would.  He took me over his knee with my shorts still up.  He swatted at my ass, at the fabric, several times with his hand making me realize just how strong he was, just how intense and committed he could be.  I felt the swats but they didn’t register to my brain right away.  Instead I thought about the sound and it amused me.  It was like he was beating a carpet or something, some chore a maid did.

It wasn’t until he stopped and I knew what was coming next that it all felt real.  He pulled at the rear of my shorts, worked them down slowly so that my underwear didn’t go with them.  And when they hit the floor, I felt them sunk around my ankles, I knew the fun was over.  He straightened my boxers a little before he swung.  The right cheek first, then the left, back and forth he worked me in a rhythm as I felt the pain radiating out from my ass with each blow until I felt it in the tips of my fingers and the tips of my toes, up my neck to my face, my scalp.  I balled my fists and pressed my feet against the floor.  I didn’t want to show weakness.  I didn’t want to show I felt pain.  But it was there.  I felt it.  The pain was throughout my body.

He spanked me with my underwear on for several minutes before he stopped.  I inhaled deeply before I collapsed over his knee, let my arms fall down to the legs of the chair, my head loose, my hair loose.  He pulled at my boxers and I grabbed at the chair legs, felt their wooden, square reality.  I wouldn’t be able to move them.  I wouldn’t be able to reshape them or brake them no matter how hard I tried.  My boxers slid down my thighs to my ankles just like my shorts.  I was effectively, actually, naked.

That was when I felt his hand on my right cheek again.  He went from one to the other at first, then he took turns giving several swats to one, several to the other, and eventually he worked into a rhythm until I cried out and kicked my feet.  I let go of the chair and reached back to cover my ass, to knock his hand away, grab at it maybe, anything to stop what was happening but he was quick.  He pinned my arm easily and continued.  I cried.  I balled and wailed.

Snot ran from my nose, everything was leaving me.  My dignity and my pride, my innocence and my rudeness, the air from my lungs.  I was heavy on his lap but I also knew I was safe.  He would never belittle me for this.  He would never shame me for this.  It was a punishment for all that I had done.  He was breaking me so that he could rebuild me.  I was being humbled.

He stopped as I reached this point and he let me go so that I could sink from his lap to my knees, lean against his thigh where I cried into the fabric of his pants.  He took hold of the back of my head, rubbed at my skin, ran his fingers through my hair.

“We’re not done,” he said.

I looked up to him with what I was sure was blood shot eyes, tears ran down my face.  I sat back against my feet and felt a sting in my ass cheeks like I had never felt before.  I was exposed to him, my genitals there for him to see.  I wanted him to take pity on me.  I wanted him to comfort me.  He continued to rub at my head, his arm a strange and firm connection between us.

“It’s time for you to go stand in the corner.  Then I’m going to have to spank you again.  We’re only half done,” he said.

“Half?” I asked.

He pulled me to him, leaned down, and kissed my head before he told me to get to my feet and go stand in the corner.  It was another thing that I had never actually done before but I got to my feet, my legs were weak and felt like they would give out on me but they didn’t.  I made my way to the wall, the corner where he said, and stood there.  He got up and walked to me.  He placed a hand on my ass and told me it felt like a furnace.  I smiled.

“Nose in the corner,” he said.  “If you don’t do it properly I will add more to the spanking.”

I pressed my nose as close as I could.  I didn’t want to add to my spanking.
He walked away from me and I heard him leave the room.  I thought for a moment to relax but since I couldn’t tell when he was back or watching me I thought better of the idea and didn’t.  I held myself there even as I heard him walk back into the room and to me.  He told me to pull my nose away from the corner and open my mouth which I did.  He stuck a bar of soap inside and told me to bite down.

I suddenly remembered my neighbors being punished like this when they were younger, when I was younger.  Their mother would stick a bar of soap in their mouths.  They told me how they had figured a way out of it by biting down with their molars so that the soap didn’t get on their tongue.  They got away with it for a long time until in a fit of anger I told on them to their mother.  She made sure to wet it before she stuck it in their mouths.  I didn’t want a wet bar but I didn’t want to suffer.  I didn’t like the taste of it but I felt compelled to live up to the punishment.  I held it there as best I could without actually tasting it.  It barely worked.

Fortunately he didn’t make me do it for long.  Unfortunately that meant I was back over his knee and that he had gotten some tools to help.  He showed me the small paddle first but I could see the bath brush on the bed not far from his thigh.  The paddle was quick and at first I didn’t feel it.  It took a moment to register before I was yelling and squirming against him.  He took hold of my arm, pinned it again before he continued.

My feet were another matter but as much as I wanted to kick out I knew it wouldn’t help and somehow there was more comfort by setting them against the floor, holding them there until sensation relocated from my ass to my feet.  I thought I had beaten the punishment somehow and even though I felt guilty it didn’t stop me.

That was when he struck my thighs for the first time.  Not hard but just enough to make me feel something else.  He told me I was making too much noise and that I was supposed to take my punishment like a man.  I held my breath and readied myself for a torrent of blows but he stopped and set the paddle on bed.  I felt his hand on my ass.

“It’s really turning red.  I like nice red cheeks on a boy,” he said.  “How does it feel?”

There was nothing I could say.  I sunk back over his knee, let go of myself and he released my arm so I let it fall down and I grabbed at the chair again.  I knew he wasn’t going to spank me right away but I wasn’t comfortable either.  I realized where I was in space and time, a firm, inescapable reality.

I was over a man’s lap, naked, being spanked, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.  I could resist but I couldn’t stop him.  I could tell him I wanted to quit and he would let me but I felt like I would be getting out of something I started, a kind of promise I had made.  I wanted to be better.  I wanted to do better.  I wanted what he said he could give me.  I wanted all of it.

He rubbed and grabbed at my ass, manipulated sensation and blood flow back into the skin.  I caught my breath for once.  It was over, I thought.  But then I remembered the brush at his side.  It wasn’t over.  He had one more tool.  Unless maybe if I talked him out of it, convinced him I had learned my lesson.

“I’m sorry,” I said.  “I’ve been acting like a jerk.  I’ve been entitled all of my life, spoiled and privileged and I wasted it.  I’m sorry and I want to do better.  I want to be a better person.”

He pulled me from his lap to my knees.  We looked each other in the eyes.  I felt as if I had gotten through to him.  I had convinced him.  He was going to take pity on me.  I smiled.  But he didn’t smile back.

“Get up and lay face down on the bed.  We’re almost done.”

I got to my feet again, wiped at my nose with my forearm.  I stepped to the bed, got on with my knees first then face down.  I felt the comforter against my whole body, including my dick and balls.  It felt great.  I was lost for a moment until I felt him grab hold of my ankle and reposition me.  He picked up the brush.  It was harder than anything prior, more painful, painful enough to pierce the dullness of my skin and make me scream out.  He swatted me several times before he stopped.

“Will you behave yourself young man?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“What was that?”

I thought for a moment he would spank me and I cringed.

“Yes sir,” I blurted out.

“Good boy, now come here.”

I pushed myself up as he sat on the bed and he directed me to his lap where I let my head fall against his thigh.  He brushed his fingers through my hair.

“Do you promise to try and be a good boy from now on?  Do you promise to obey the rules and agree to take any punishment I decide?”

“Yes sir,” I said.

“Is it okay if you spend the night?” he asked.

“Yes sir,” I said.

My ass was aflame.  I could feel my heartbeat in each cheek.  It felt as if it were the center of my body and little cracks radiated out, up my back and down my legs.

“Time for a bath,” he said.  “Then I’ll get you dressed for bed.”

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Act Your Age: Swimwear

Shane, a directionless 20 year old living with his parents and attending community college, is sitting on his porch one lazy day when he spots Grant a new next door neighbor.  Grant is handsome, older, and successful.  Shane is attracted to the older man, wants to start a relationship but Grant has just gotten out of a long-term relationship with a man and isn’t ready for commitment.  


Worse, he sees Shane as too young, too impulsive, and misbehaved, but when Shane won’t give up Grant challenges him to a little discipline.


Grant and I had been going to the gym pretty regularly when one day before we got changed to workout he led me over to the inside window where you could see the pool.  I looked over the people swimming.  There weren’t many people, a few teen boys, an old woman, and an elderly man with a lifeguard watching over them.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“What?”

“Going swimming,” he said.

I looked to him and could see he had a mischievous intent.

“I don’t have my swimsuit and I don’t think they’d let me swim in my workout clothes or naked.”

“I brought you one,” he said.

“Really?”

“Come on,” he said.

I followed him to the locker room.  I thought to ask for the suit right away but didn’t want to seem too eager, too worried and looking for comfort of some kind.  I opened a locker next to his and began to undress as he did until we were both down to our undies.  He pulled off the last article of clothing as he often did and set them in his locker, looked to me and I winced.  He pulled out a pair of swim trunks and I caught my breath for a moment before he lowered them down to his feet and stepped into them.

I watched as he pulled them up over his ass and cock.  He adjusted himself.  I waited patiently in my briefs as I felt more men looking at me standing there.  He gestured with his eyebrows.  He was waiting for me.  I took off my briefs and set them in my locker before closing the door and locking it.  He smiled, lifted something.

My chest tightened when I saw the swimsuit in his hand.  I smiled nervously and felt the cheeks of my face warm.  It wasn’t swim trunks or even shorts but something smaller, much like the briefs I had just taken off.  He handed them over to me and I looked at them for a moment, to figure out front from back before I stepped into them.  They were tight.  I pulled them over my thighs and adjusted myself in the crotch as he watched me.  He grinned at the sight.

I felt more exposed than when I was naked.  And I was supposed to go swimming in these?  I was supposed to go out in public?  I thought about the strangers out there I had seen in the water.  I thought about the lifeguard.  I thought to ask if it was a joke.  I thought to ask for my real suit but he closed his locker door and I knew the answer to my questions.  It was real.  I was supposed to wear it.  And everyone would see me.  I thought about Olympians and swimmers, athletes in high school and college.  I was none of those.  I could barely swim.

“Come on,” he said.

I walked with him out the entrance to the pool area.  I felt as if I had walked into a party naked.  The teens looked at me and snickered.  The lifeguard nodded.  I wanted to turn around but he moved more quickly as he stepped to the pool side, sat, and slid into the water.  I did the same as quickly as I could hoping the water would help disguise my revealing suit.  He turned to me.

“First one there and back,” he said before turning into the water and swimming away.

I watched him but there was little I could do.  I knew enough to stay afloat.  I couldn’t do a breast stroke or any other movement to compete.  What would he say when he got back?  He hadn’t asked me if I could swim.  I just liked being in the water, barely ever ventured out of the shallow end.  I looked to the guard who smiled back then to the end of the pool where Grant tagged the wall and turned.  I watched as he made his way past me and stood.  He shook off the water and looked to me.

“Why didn’t you race me?” he asked.

I shrugged.

“I’m not much for competition,” I lied.

“Do you know how to swim?” he asked.

“Not really,” I said.  “I can keep my head above water.”

“I didn’t know.  No problem, this is a good time, I can show you how.”

Rooftop View

Josh thought Todd looked defeated as they walked back to his car.  The date hadn’t happened the way he would have wanted it to happen but there seemed to be little he could do to save it.  They got into the car and he began to drive.  He turned left out of the parking lot not sure where he was headed.  Todd sunk against the passenger side door.

No one spoke for a long time and Josh felt worse with each moment of silence.  He thought about the coffee Todd had ordered, the counting of money as they waited to order.  Not everyone can be bankrolled by scholarships and a father’s money, though he didn’t spend it the way his father would have approved, but still it was his money.  He wanted to change everything, make the date, the night better.  He wanted to make Todd happy but there was little that interested him.  Then the thought occurred to him.

“Do you want to see my campus?” Josh asked.

Todd looked up from the door and to Josh who stopped the car at a red light and looked back.

“What do you mean?”

Josh shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, it’s pretty late and most everyone is gone.  Sometimes on nights like this I just like to walk around my campus.  Most every building is locked but there are still some cool things to see.  Do you have to be home soon?”

Todd looked to his watch and saw that it was only after 8 o’clock.  He shrugged his shoulders and said, “Why not?”.

The light turned green and Josh told Todd to get his phone out and type in the address of the campus as he had gotten himself lost.  In minutes they were on the highway and headed to campus after that he followed the familiar route back into the parking and found an empty spot under a light.  He made sure the windows were up and both doors were locked when they were closed.

They walked together from the lot, not too close, friend close.  And Josh suddenly thought about what he was doing.  He was taking his date, another boy on campus.  Would he want to see his dorm?  Would his roommates be home?  Would they meet?  Would they know he was gay and by extension know that Josh was gay?  What the hell kind of date was this?

As they got closer to the housing area they heard the sounds of a party.  It wasn’t where Josh had wanted to go.  He wanted to go somewhere else.  He had something else in mind.  If it worked.  But as they walked by the party Todd seemed distracted by the activity.  They stopped.

“Want to go inside?”

“Do you know who’s party it is?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Josh answered.

“Oh,” Todd replied.  He had never been inside a college party.  “Maybe we can just check it out.”

“Sure,” Josh said before turning back and leading the way to the party that was on the second floor of an dorm apartment style building.  Todd followed close behind, closer when they entered into the dark, barely lit space.  Inside the bass that they heard was overwhelming along with a cacophony of people talking and the finer parts of the music.

People stood anywhere they wanted.  They lined the hallway, moved back and forth into rooms, stayed in doorways, but Josh led them to the living room where a small DJ table had been set-up along with several speakers.  The source of the music was a skinny man who pressed headphones to one ear as he stared at a laptop screen and held the other hand over what looked like a turn table.

Todd thought to say something and he moved closer but Josh stopped and he bumped into him.

“Sorry,” he yelled out.

Josh turned to him.

“What do you think?”

“Let’s get out of here,” Todd yelled.

Josh nodded and Todd turned and began to push his way back through the crowd that seemed to have grown behind them.  With Josh’s help he pushed back out into the cool winter night, past the smokers and down the steps to the sidewalk.  Todd suck a finger in his ear and wiggled it around to try and get his ears to return to normal.  Josh moved to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Not your thing?”

“It was so loud,” Todd said.

“Come on,” Josh replied.

They walked from the apartments to the dorms and Josh pointed out that was where most Freshman lived then they made their way to the campus of brick and stone buildings, connected by concrete and brick paths, lined with trimmed trees and landscaped bushes.  It was supposed to look natural but it still felt constructed, designed.  They passed one building and Josh said it was gymnasium.

“Do they have a pool?”

“They do but the building is locked.  And it has security, I know because I go there like everyday for training.”

“So no skinny dipping then?”

Josh turned to Todd and laughed before looking away and quickening his pace.  He called for Todd to follow him and Todd picked up his own speed past the sign that said Library.  They entered easily and Josh led them down a hallway past the elevators and to a stairwell.

“You can’t trust the elevators at night,” Josh said before he began to climb the steps two at a time.

Todd tried to follow in the same way but found by the third floor he was falling behind so when Josh noticed he slowed and waited until Todd caught up with him until the seventh floor, the top floor.  Josh exited into the hallway and Todd followed.  They walked down the long hall to the other wing of the building.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” Josh said.  “If it works.”

Josh stopped at another stairwell door but this one had a turn handle and was locked.  Josh produced his student ID and easily picked the lock then opened the door.  He ushered Todd inside then gently let the door swing back into place stopping it short from closing.  Todd spotted the stairs up and the sign that said, roof access.  He looked to Josh who smiled back then led the way.  He got to the top of the stairs and picked another lock and opened the door.  Todd followed and stepped out onto the gravel covered roof top where he spotted two, upside down lawn chairs that had been left there for frequent visitors.

“People come here regularly?” he asked.

“Mostly smoke breaks,” Josh said.  “I found all kinds of cigarette butts up here before.”

“Nice,” Todd said.

“Let’s have a seat,” Josh said.  He moved to the two chairs and turned them over.

“It’s the middle of winter,” Todd said.

“Thank god for global warming because this is the mildest winter ever,” Josh replied.

“So they say.”  He moved to one of the upturned chairs and sat.  Josh did the same nearby.  They were close enough to touch knees, hold hands but Todd left his firmly in his pockets.

From their spot they could see the tops of trees, part of the night sky and only a few stars that weren’t blocked out by the campus lights.

“So do you bring lots of dates up here?” Todd asked.

“You’re the first,” Josh replied.

And like that, somehow, their tension was broken between them, diffused.  They were both no longer thinking about other things.  They had pushed through a limit together, broken rules together.

“My date sucked,” Todd said.

Josh let out a laugh then stopped himself.

“It was fine,” he said.

“No it wasn’t.  It sucked.  And not in a good way.”

Josh didn’t laugh and Todd found himself searching for new words as his joke had gone down in flames.

“So how did you find out about this place?”

“I get restless sometimes and I used to hate sleeping in my old dorm room because it was a shared room.  So I used to go out at night and just wonder around.  I started finding things.”

“And picking locks,” Todd added.

“Not to anything too private or sensitive, just locks for stairwells and things.”

“Right,” Todd said.  “So where are they hiding the UFO?”

Josh made a polite laugh then said he couldn’t tell.

“See my point,” Todd said.

They sat in the darkness for a moment without speaking until Josh asked if he could hold Todd’s hand.

“It’s cold,” Todd said.

“It doesn’t matter, I can warm it up,” Josh replied.

“No, my hand is fine I mean the weather it’s cold out here,” Todd said.

“Oh,” Josh said.  “Do you want to go back inside?”

“In a little bit,” Todd said.  He stood and walked to the railing at the back of the building.

Down below he could see the empty lawn covered over mostly in shadow and snow which made the surface look strange as if it were a flat surface.  He was surprised when he felt Josh move behind him.  He thought about turning around but as Josh moved closer he welcomed the idea of what he thought might happen.  He was still pleasantly surprised when he felt the reality of it, the pressure of Josh against his backside, arms around him.

“Is this okay?” Josh asked.

“Yes,” Todd answered.

“Can I kiss you?”

Todd turned his head to where he thought Josh’s mouth would meet him and it was there, somehow more warm than he had expected.  Their tongues touched.  His cheeks burned.  He grabbed at Josh’s hands that grabbed at his own leather jacket.  They kissed for a long time until their seemed no reasonable way out of their predicament and then Todd pulled out of the embrace and turned on his new partner.

“What are we doing?”

“It seemed right,” Josh said.

“I know but--”

“Don’t worry about it,” Josh interrupted, “no one comes up here.”

“That wasn’t what I was thinking.  It’s cold.  It’s winter.”

“Let’s go inside,” Josh said.  “There are plenty of places.”

Todd reached back for the railing.  He felt as if he would collapse for a moment before a resurgence of strength.  He was worried that someone would find them.  He was worried they would get caught.  But he was worried about something else.  It felt like it could be the end of the world.  Josh reached out and took his hand then pulled him from the railing and back to the door where he led them back inside down the stairs to the door out into the hallway but it was closed.

“Fuck,” Josh said.

“It closed on us?”

“Looks like it but I can pick it,” Josh said.

Todd was suddenly worried about what or who they might find on the other side of that door so he turned Josh to him and moved to kiss him again.  He was suddenly aware of their size difference, their body difference, and all in the fake, white light of the stairwell.  But his body felt warmer, warmer but not entirely comfortable.  He pulled back from Josh.

“I don’t want to go all the way,” he said.

“Okay,” Josh responded.  “What’s ‘all the way’ mean to you?”

Todd smiled.

“You know,” he said.

Josh pulled him into a kiss then pushed them together across the landing to the wall as his hands began to push against Todd’s clothing, under his jacket and shirt his cold hands grabbed at Todd’s flesh.  But they were cold hands, a stranger’s hands.  Todd closed his eyes and tilted his head back as he enjoyed the sensations.  Then the hands were gone from his ribs and he felt his jeans being tugged at, opened.  His underwear manipulated.  He inhaled deeply.

Eyes tightly shut he tried to not think about the lights, the cold stairwell, the night sky and then they were gone and something else occupied his brain, a feeling and desperation.  He grabbed at Josh’s hair, felt the back of his head.

“Oh god,” he said.

Nude Recruits (excerpt from Teased: Brief Erotic Stories)

When my roommate in college told me that he was going to be joining a fraternity I simply wished him luck because I had a pretty good idea from all of the television I had watched what happened during a hazing of new recruits.

Orientation week before classes he disappeared on Saturday evening and he didn’t return until the next Sunday morning chipper and full of energy.  I awoke to his key in the door turning back the auto-locking deadbolt but I rolled over to go back to sleep when the door hit the wall.  He was so excited.

I rolled back over to see him move to his corner of the room where his bed was as he began to undress.  I watched for a moment as his bare back flexed in the gold sunlight.  I could see the back of his head and his blonde, curly hair.  I was hard instantly.

And as he pulled down his pants I eagerly awaited him to drop his underwear and maybe catch a glimpse of his pale buttocks.  But he didn’t.  Instead he turned on me, or at least in my direction and I closed my eyes.

“Hey Craig, are you awake?”

“What is it Josh?” I replied.

“I’m a member now.  It was hell but I did it.”

He moved to the bathroom door and since I knew he was headed through the doorway I peaked again but was disappointed to see he was still in his boxers.  He closed the door and I waited.

The shower water ran for a long time before it was off and he was out of the bathroom with a white cotton towel around his waist.  He was at the sink and mirror.  By that time with all the water I had to urinate but now I had an erection again so I had to figure out how to negotiate the situation.  But as I watched him I couldn’t help but notice that he had no body hair.  I mean when I saw him last he had little, light body hair but now he had none.  No armpit hair even, so I asked him about it.

“Dude it was sick.  The first thing they made us do when we got there was strip each other down using only our teeth.  I saw more dick this weekend than is in a gay porno.”

“That’s a lot of dick,” I said.

“Seriously dude I ain’t kidding.  Balls, dick, man-ass... I can’t really go into the details but I know for sure now that I am not gay.  I mean not to say I did anything gay, just normal hazing stuff but still.  We were naked at one point and jumping up and down in front of these cheerleaders.  We had to do this whole dance routine.  It was crazy.”

“Didn’t suck anything did you?”

“Funny, but no, I didn’t suck any dick,” he said.

He walked to his corner of the room and pulled on a new pair of underwear under his towel before he took it off.  I could still see the way his underwear clung to his skin, the way his buttocks flexed as he moved.  I was flat on my stomach trying to ignore my throbbing cock against the bed, not think about me leaking and staining the mattress.

“Too bad initiation is over because you should have considered joining,” he said.

I suddenly felt guilty.  Did he think I would have enjoyed the hazing?  Was it obvious I was gay and checking him out in our room?

“There are a lot of benefits to joining.  They have private parties, discounts at stores owned by legacy members, and even study groups.  Bet you didn’t think they’d have that?  But a lot of the guys are very smart.”

He pulled on his undershirt, jeans, and then tucked the former into the latter before he tightened his belt.  I watched as he filled his pockets with his possessions, found a t-shirt, then pulled it over his head.  He looked at himself in the mirror.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“Looks good,” I said.

“I’m going for brunch.  Are you going?”

“Maybe,” I said.  I wanted to get up, shower, dress, and follow along with him but the erection was too much so I thought I would wait, rub one out, and then do everything, maybe catch up with him at the table.

“Well, don’t be too long, they’re only open for another hour,” he said.

“No problem,” I replied.

He left our room and I finally could roll to my back and reach for my cock.  I played with it a little bit.  I was on edge.  I wished I could have used a sock to catch my cum but having a roommate made it impossible to keep one.  I thought about crossing to the bathroom but didn’t like the idea even though it was my room and I was alone.  I decided to use my underwear.  I slipped them off, doubled them over and held it to the lip when I finally climaxed.

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Tasteful Nude (excerpt Teased: Brief Erotic Stories)

Three days later the photographer paged Evan who called back as soon as he could on his next break.  The photographer, Todd, said that he remembered Evan from the store but he wasn’t very convincing.  They made an appointment for an audition on the following Tuesday when Evan had the evening off.

Evan dressed in his best shirt, open at the collar but tucked in to a pair of slacks.  He made a point of wearing cologne, his best watch and a four-leaf clover pendant necklace his mother had given him when he turned fifteen.  He followed the directions Todd gave him to one of the few three story buildings in the next town over.  He parked in the gravel lot beside the building and headed in through the gray heavy door as he had been instructed.

Inside he followed the sound of a television up the stairs and through a doorless archway into a large room where he saw a backdrop in the far corner surrounded on three sides by studio lights.  To the left he saw the back of a television, the soles of boots, the cherry of a cigarette or a joint then he made out a thin man in the darkness who stared back at him through round spectacles.

“You must be Evan,” the man said.

“Todd?” he asked.

“That’s me.  Just let me finish watching this, oh it went to commercial break, come on over and let’s talk.”

Evan looked around the rest of the space.  He made out a table along the wall to his right where he could see a drying machine, a light table, and a collection of other items like cans of film, magazines, and photo albums.  The guy was a little weird but it seemed legit.  He walked over to where the man sat on a love seat with his boots propped on a milk crate.  Evan made out a second small couch against the wall but had to maneuver between the boots and the television to get to it.  Evan looked down to see a sleeping cat.

“Just kick her out of there,” Todd said.

He reached for it but Todd was quicker to throw a magazine at it.  The cat woke with the hit and looked up to Evan who only smirked an apology.  The cat moved slowly and Evan assumed its spot.

“Beer?” Todd asked.  He pointed to a mini-fridge under an old lamp that sat positioned between the two couches for easy access.

“Sure,” Evan said helping himself.

“Give me one,” Todd said.

He handed the man a beer before opening his own and reclining again.

“Alright let me go get a photo album and show you what I am looking for.”  Todd stood, drank deeply from his can before carrying it with him over to the light table where he finished it then dropped it in a pile of cans.  He picked up a album and returned to where Evan sat and set it delicately crate before turning on the light and getting another beer for himself and opening it easily with one hand while he opened the book.

“I do lots of different things.  I used to run a family portrait studio with a friend but he screwed me out of the business.  I can still pick up work doing that kind of stuff but usually I try to go there to do it.  You know, high school proms and stuff, or portraits in the house around the fireplace, or graduation photos.  But now I got into commercial photography through a friend and I have been doing advertisement work.”

The booklet was full of glossy sheet protectors with studio portraits of men and women next to a magazine ads for a clothing or department store, sometimes in the same poses.  They were in various stages of dress and ranged from kids to adults.

“You see it’s up to regional managers to do the advertisements for the newspapers so they hire guys like me to take the photos.  I am always looking for new models because if people see the same models in the pictures it takes away from the ad so there has to be a rotation of faces.  I can use the same people for years but not all the time.  So I have something coming up.  Are you interested?”

“Yeah, definitely,” Evan answered.

“Good, so today I just want to do some test photos.  Look through the book while I get things set up.”

Evan took a drink of his beer then continued to look through the photos.  It was too easy, but then again it wasn’t guaranteed, just a few extra bucks here and there maybe.  He looked to the television, which was black and white and shrugged his shoulders.  The guy must not be rich, or else he doesn’t spend his money on televisions.

The commercial ended and Jeopardy came back from a commercial break, the volume was low.  He looked to the corner of the room where Todd turned on the studio lights and prepped his camera on a tripod.  He finished turning the page and looked back down at the page.  A woman in a braw and panties stared back at him from dual images, one with names for the garments and the other just a pale white background like the one in the studio.  She was in the same pose of casualness in both.

“Come on over,” Todd said positioning a stole in front of the camera.

Evan stood and walked to the stole where he paused to see what Todd would say next.  He instructed him to sit and he did.  Then he took a picture.  Evan laughed and said that he had been caught off guard.  Then turned his head a little, tried to think attractive thoughts, tried to remember what the photographer had told him in all his school portraits.

“Just be natural,” Todd said.  “Don’t pose.”

“What do you mean?”

“Here have another drink.”

Evan took the can and drank deeply this time, as he did he heard another snap of the camera.

“Just don’t think about it.  It’s just you and me.  Tell me about yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

“Tell me about yourself.  Start with your name.  Tell me about anything.  Tell me about your life.  What do you do?  Tell me about some chick your banging.  Does she have big tits?”

Evan let out another laugh.  It was always like this with guys, always some derogatory statement about women.  He always played along to get along though.

“Well there’s my wife.  She’s pregnant now so she’s got big tits.  Of course they're swollen and really sensitive so she doesn’t let me play with them.”

Todd broke into laughter then said, “always the way isn’t it.  They finally have something we want and we can’t play with it because they’re afraid we’ll break it or something.”

“Yeah it’s horrible, I mean she’s pregnant and now she’s basically bed ridden.”

“Sorry to hear that man,” Todd said.

“I don’t have to deal with it much though.  I am usually out working.  Two jobs, you know.  Just to make ends meet and hopefully save a little for after the baby comes.”

“So the next part may sound weird but you saw the photos right, well I need you to take off your clothes.  Start with your shirt.”

Evan stood and looked to Todd behind the camera but he could barely make him out in the lights.  He had seen the pictures, lots of pictures of people, and he thought about the last one, the one with the woman who looked back at him from both a studio portrait and an ad, so he unbuttoned his shirt.  Todd continued to snap pictures as they talked.

“The next job is a swimsuit thing, so I’ll need to see what you look like.  What type of underwear are you wearing?”

“Uh, I didn’t know I would be doing this so I just wore a pair of briefs.  Is that okay?”

“Yeah that’s fine,” Todd said.  “Unless you are uncomfortable then we can find something else.  I have shorts around here somewhere.”

He undid his belt, unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants to let them fall open.  He felt awkward but as he thought about stopping, about Todd finding some pair of shorts it felt more ridiculous after all the pictures he had seen.  But just his underwear, he thought, and hopefully he wouldn’t get an erection.

“Good,” Todd said.  “Now turn away from the camera and look back to it.  That’s it.  Very nice.  Now look away from the camera and put your head down.  Now place your hands behind your back.  Nice, now turn to the side and put your hands on your hips.  Why don’t you throw your clothes off to the side while I get my second camera.”

Evan squatted to pick up his clothes and Todd was quicker than he had expected, as he was already taking more pictures.

“Did you get a nice shot of my ass?” Evan joked.

“Keep your clothes in your hands and turn towards the camera.”

Evan turned to the camera with his clothes hugged against his chest, one shoe in the crook of his arm the other against his left breast, an aqua green sleeve hung loose, his shoulders up and his face low as he stared back at the camera with a furrowed brow.

“Very nice,” Todd said.  “Now just throw everything to the side.”

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Inside the Beltway

The troubles and adventures of four young, gay men living in Washington D.C.

Chapter 02 was published last week. One chapter a week. I just finished 6-10 today and damn it gets hot.

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Giving A Helping Hand (excerpt Teased: Brief Erotic Stories)

I was lucky enough to work in a place that didn’t monitor employees surfing the web so to pass the time at the end of the day I was looking at some porn when my coworker knocked at my door.  I had a hard on that was leaking cum into my underwear but I never could have gotten away with jerking it so that was off limits.  I pulled up a spreadsheet and said that the person at the door could come in.

I wasn’t exactly surprised when it was my coworker Paul.  He was a nice guy who I had had lunch with once or twice, generally friendly but we didn’t really know each other.  I knew he was having a party Saturday, everyone else had been invited except me.

But it was personal invite for a small group so I wasn’t surprised he hadn’t made his way around to me.  I was happy to see he finally had.  I was disappointed when he started talking about work.  I politely nodded and added my theories, my answers.

“That’s great,” he said.  “By the way I’m having a party Saturday.”

I grinned and he laughed.

“You thought I had forgotten about you,” he said.

“I was hoping you would say something after you kept me here after five,” I said pointing to the clock on my computer.

“The party isn’t until 2:00.  It’s a cook out, grillin’ kind of thing.  There’s a game on too.  Lots of drinks.  What do you say?”

“Sure,” I said.

“Great, I’ll see you there.”  He started to back away then stepped forward again as if he had forgotten something.  “Hey, uh, listen, I have a lot of guests coming over for the day.  There’s another guy who is going to come by early to help out and, I know I shouldn’t be asking but if you have nothing better to do...”

“You want me to come over and help out,” I said.

“If you don’t mind.  I can make sure you get the good liquor and you have a ride home.  Hell, you can crash at my place.  I have extra rooms.”

“That’s quite the invite but I don’t think I’m that much of a lush, but uh, I think I can help out.  What time?”

“The earlier the better.  Before ten in the morning,” he said.

“No problem,” I said.

He sent me an e-mail with the invitation and address to his house as well as his cell phone.  I didn’t talk to Paul again though at work.  When we saw each other it was only a wink or a nod in passing but it felt good to have been invited.

That Saturday somehow I woke up early.  It wasn’t because of the party.  I’m not some kind of reject who has no friends.  In fact Friday night I had been out drinking with friends which is the primary reason I woke up, just five hours of sleep when I drink.  I was probably still drunk when I followed the directions I had gotten from the internet.  I tried to kill time before I started to drive but I wasn’t familiar with where I was going so I gave my self some extra time.  I got there at a quarter to ten.

His place was a modest sized house at then end of planned suburbia.  I pulled into the driveway and walked to his door.  I rang the doorbell three times before the door main door opened.  He stood there in front of me on the other side of the screen door in an open bathrobe and a pair of white briefs.  I couldn’t help but notice the following in this order: his crotch where his penis was visible in the white fabric, the lines of his hip bones, that he was modestly fit with a hairy body, and the name on the underwear was a common brand not designer.

“Hi there,” he said.

“Hi,” I said looking up to his face.

He had a glass of orange juice in hand that he drank from deeply before he opened the door.

“Come in,” he said.  “You look like you need a drink.”

I stepped inside and congratulated him on the house.  I wasn’t feeling hungover but maybe I looked more tired than I really felt.

“Thanks, I like it.  It’s got enough rooms for the wife and kids, plenty of space to spread out.  Follow me and I’ll show you the pool.”

I followed him through his house.  It was nicely decorated, clearly had the feel of a woman’s touch, a wife’s touch, everything was in place.

“So where are they?” I asked.

“Away for the weekend at her mother’s place.”

He slid open the glass door at the back of the house.

“So is that why you are having the party?” I asked.

He stepped out into the sunlight and I followed him to the pool’s edge where he drank again from his glass and scratched lightly at his stomach.  It was firm but had a thin layer of fat, not quite enough for love handles but enough to bulge when he sat down.  His body was nicely tanned.  He pulled a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and put them on.

“We could go for a swim this morning,” he said.  “Wake you up.”

“I didn’t bring any trunks.”

“It’s just us guys,” he said.

I smiled to him.

“I love swimming naked.”  He pointed to the fence around the pool and said that he had complete privacy.  I looked around and there wasn’t even another neighbor’s window in view so I assumed it was true.

“I didn’t think it said in your e-mail that there was a pool.”

“Maybe for yours I forgot.  But hell, I’m sure if people get enough drinks in them they’ll be swimming with trunks or not.  Let me show you what needs to be done.”

He took me to the kitchen where he showed me all the party supplies and gave me directions about what bowls to use and what to fill them with, all the catering directions for things that could be prepared before the guests arrived.  I set to task and I thought he would join me but he went off to the back of the house, I presumed to get dressed so I didn’t think much of it except when a half hour later and I had things already beginning to chill and he walked back out in a pair of swimming trunks.

“I thought I would take a swim after all.  Why don’t you come out to the pool?”

I finished up my work then went out after him.  I stepped out when he told me to retrieve two beers so I went back inside as he jumped into the pool.  I came back out and went to a chair and table where I opened my bottle of beer.  He swam for a while then came to the side near me.

“Come on in,” he said.

“I can’t.”

“No trunks?”  He reached down into the water, worked with something, his trunks, then he pulled them up from the water and held them in the air.  Water dripped down from them in large amounts before he tossed them at my feet.

“Wear mine,” he said.

Now I felt foolish because I would have to strip down to put them on when he wasn’t wearing anything at all.  I laughed but he remained serious.

“We have lots of time.  I didn’t expect you to be here so early.  Come on.”

I stood and thought to undress when I realized he might continue to watch me the whole time.  I’m not ashamed of my body.  It’s not lean and muscular, I’m more on the skinny side, but nothing weird on it.  Very little body hair which guys used to harass me about in high school but I got over it.  That was when real guys got hairy.  Now in gay chic it was about having less body hair.  And I wasn’t ashamed of my dick size either.  It was average, I told myself.

“Come on,” he said.  “What are you waiting for?”

And he swam away so taking the cue I began to undress.  I thought if I was quick enough I could be naked and in the pool before he noticed.  I was down to my boxer shorts when he looked back to me and made a derisive whistle.

“I’m just messing with you man.  I mean we’re both straight.  Hell I’ve got a wife.”

Yeah, I thought, we’re both straight.  So I skinned out of my boxers and covering my crotch with my hands I walked to the pool and jumped in.  I popped up and he began to laugh at me.

“You’re such a prude,” he said.  “Worried I might see how small it is.”

“Ha, ha, very funny,” I said splashing water at him.

He splashed back and laughed then we fell into a casual sense about the whole thing.  We swam around the pool occasionally splashing each other for some time so when he got out of the pool to get a drink I didn’t think much of it.  I thought to ask him about the party and if we should do more prep work so I swam to the edge of the pool and looked up to him as he was turned away from me drinking deeply from the beer.  I could see the whole backside of his body.  He had a nice round ass, a hairy ass.

“Whatcha looking at?” he said over his shoulder.  “See something you like?” he said before playfully slapping his own right cheek.

“Very nice ass,” I said.  “I’m sure your wife loves it.”

“It is powerful,” he said.  He looked down to where the trunks landed and bent over pointing his ass away from me to pick them up then he grabbed my clothes and said that I probably didn’t want them to get wet so he’d take them inside and get us more drinks.  I thanked him then swam away from the side of the pool and out into the water where I felt the water around my whole body, lifting me in places that felt great.

But then I noticed he wasn’t coming back immediately and I swam back to the pool side.  I thought to go in after him and see if he got distracted but then I thought about myself naked, dripping wet, trying to walk through his house.  Maybe I could call from the doorway but it might be too weird, besides I was enjoying myself so I decided to occupy my time swimming around.  There were a few pool toys nearby so I managed to pull them in exposing as little as myself as possible in the process.  I know it sounds foolish but I did it.

I was occupying my time when I was surprised to hear the door open and see Paul as well as a complete stranger stepping out of the house and that Paul was dressed in his swimming trunks.  I immediately swam to the poolside hoping the stranger hadn’t seen me and Paul hadn’t said anything.  They were talking as they walked towards me and as they began to walk around the pool I followed them.  I followed them around half the pool when Paul stopped and began to laugh hysterically.  The stranger asked why.

“I’m sorry, it’s just my friend here from work.  We were swimming before you got here.  He didn’t have any trunks so he’s naked in there but he’s really shy so I thought I’d play a little joke on him.”  He introduced us.  The man’s name was Duke.

“Well,” Paul said.  “I guess we should join him.”

“Oh no,” Duke replied, “I didn’t bring my swimsuit either.  I guess I’ll have to swim naked.”

He walked off to the head of the pool but I didn’t follow him.  Instead I looked up to Paul who was laughing at me still until he pointed back across the pool so I turned to look.  Duke stood there completely naked.  He had a muscled body, more so than Paul, and he was hairless.  His limp cock was easily five inches.

He jumped in the water and I heard another splash behind me as Paul got in as well.  I turned to see him as he popped up from the water smiling.  He pointed to the side of the pool where I saw the trunks.  I groaned and he laughed more.  We swam for some time and it was easy to become comfortable around them.  So I didn’t think much of it when I asked him why he shaved.

“I shave for the same reason Paul does.”

I looked to Paul who shrugged and said that it was true.

“But you looked like you shaved all of your body.  He’s pretty hairy still.”  I pointed my thumb back to Paul who swam behind me.

“All except one place,” Duke said.  “It’s a grooming thing.”

I said that I didn’t understand.

“You know what would be funny?  We should make him do all the prep naked.  Hell we should make him work the party naked.”

I’m sure my face turned red because I felt horribly embarrassed.  My shoulders tightened.  I held my breath.

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My New Roommate Was A Fraternity Member and I Liked It

The Anatomy Lesson

In my senior year of college I was one of the lucky few to get my own apartment, okay a two bedroom apartment I had to share with someone else, on campus selected at random via lottery, the only problem was I didn’t get any of my friends who had also been in the lottery because none of them got an apartment at all so my roommate, well he was a jock.  

At the start we were civil to each other.  I was the first to move in and with my friends’ help we managed to find a single bed, a coffee table, a desk and a couch on Craigslist and get them moved in to my place.  My first evening I sat there pleased with myself for being lucky because even the other seniors were still living in the dorms if they wanted to be on campus, many of them did.  My feet on the coffee table next to an open pizza box and four cans of a six-pack of beer as I already drank two I rubbed at my belly under my shirt.  My television on a stack of sturdy cardboard boxes I flipped the channels aimlessly.

I didn’t know my roommate then by more than name so when the key slid in the lock I looked to the door with anticipation.  The door slowly opened at first until something hit it and it flew open knocking against the wall.  I was startled.  And I was pissed but I was still willing to play it cool, after all maybe it was someone’s father.  

I heard, “okay, ready, lift” then two grunts just before the back of a muscled man slowly entered the apartment.  He was in a tank top and shorts.  His calves were tone and solid, his arms bulged.  Oh great, I thought, well too much muscle to be a basketball player, maybe a wrestler I thought. 

On the other side of the couch was a guy of equal size and stature who held the couch easily as they both turned to look at me as I sat staring at them.  They set it down and I decided now was a good time to introduce myself so I got to my feet and walked to the two of them.  They seemed young for seniors but you can never really tell.

“Hi, I’m Joe,” I said.

“Hank,” the one to my right said.

“Bill,” the other said.

Neither of them were names I recognized so I gave them a curious look until I heard, “hustle it up guys you don’t have all night” from the hallway.  We looked to the doorway where an equally sized man stepped into the apartment dressed casually in a polo shirt and khakis.  He spotted me and smiled.

“Vincent,” he said holding out his hand.

That was my roommate.  So who were the other guys?  I came to find out they were pledges from his fraternity and due to an overcrowding at the house he drew the lucky straw to move out to a place of, well, his own.

I repeated my name then looked down to the couch.  It was nice, much nicer than the one I found.  

“Moved in already?”

“All the stuff I own,” I said.

“Let’s take a look.”  He walked into the living room where he evaluated by possessions then made his way back to me where he looked me in the eyes.  

“So the couch,” he said.

I looked down to the one he had his pledges bring in and I shrugged my shoulders.

“Do you mind if we switch it out?”

“No,” I said.

“Good,” he said, “Let’s do it fellas.  Take his out and put mine in.”

They were quick to follow his orders.  And they switched the couches then carrying mine out he slapped the last one on the ass and told them to put some energy in it.  

“Good guys,” he said.  “Big dicks but no brains.”

I got flustered by his comment, red faced I looked away.

“No really, at least seven inches each.  Not that I measured them myself so I don’t know but it is recorded in the pledge book.  No, I measured two little geeky guys, well kind of like yourself.  Not that I have anything against geeks.  Hey I think they’re cool.  Lots of fun with all their video games and really smart.  

“One guy had a little pecker so I made him run around in a little Speedo all week.  You should have seen the way he tried to cover himself around the girls.  Five and one quarter inches and that’s rounding up for the guy when it was erect.  The other guy though, he was bigger than me by two inches.  You wouldn’t have thought god could make something so big then attach it to a little fellow.  It wasn’t fair him having such a schlong.  I tell you man he was wasting it until I showed him how to score with the chicks.  We had a fun time with that dick of his.”

I was short of breath.  My new roommate was a pervert, I thought, and he is just telling me this stuff... that’s when he put a hand on my shoulder and let out a big laugh.

“I’m just fucking with you man.  I didn’t really measure anyone’s dick, except my own maybe but that was in high school.  You’re pretty up tight.”

I looked to him and laughed.  He laughed again.  Then he put his arm around my shoulder and led me over to the couch where we sat.  He picked a beer and opened it before handing it to me.  Then he pointed to them and I told him to help himself.  He took a piece of pizza and a beer and relaxed next to me.  

The two pledges dropped boxes by the door and ran off for more.

“Do we get cable?”

“Yeah, I hacked some service through the internet so it is connected to the phone line.”

“Great,” he said.  “See geeks, even if they don’t have big dicks and I don’t know cause I haven’t measured you yet do have big balls.”

I drank deeply from the beer as I tried to imagine living with this guy for the next academic year.

“So seriously, you got a girlfriend or a boyfriend?”

“Um, well,” I said.

“Got it.  You don’t have a girlfriend now but you want one.  You had one in the past?”

“High school,” I said.

The pledges walked in with a whole entertainment center that they set next to the cardboard boxes.  They then set about putting my television in it then carried away the boxes.  I watched as they worked in their shorts and their tank tops because their muscles, well they were intimidating.  I’m not a very big guy.  I’m skinny in comparison.  They could bench press two of me or three of me.  

“So this chick of yours did she give it up?”

“Huh?”

“You fuck her?”

“Dude,” I said.

“I get it, don’t want to brag.  That’s cool.  I find most guys who brag didn’t really do anything at all and what they say is just a wish.  But I bet you scored even in college right?  With those hazel eyes and everything.  Chicks in college go for brains.”

“Right,” I said.

“I talk too much so anytime you want me to shut up just say so and I will.”

“Shut up,” I said.

He laughed and I laughed back.  He didn’t talk again for quite some time.  Maybe it was that that gave me too much confidence with my roommate.

The pledges walked by with a dresser and into the hallway where they stopped at my door before I could tell them the next room.  Since I got there first I had picked out the slightly larger room.  They set down the furniture then went by again.  I watched in confusion as they moved my stuff into the smaller room and placed his stuff in the room I had chosen.  I wanted to say something but as I looked around at these three men I felt intimidated.  

It wasn’t just the idea of getting into a fight I would lose but spending an academic year with him.  I hated arguing with my roommates all of the time.

Again and again they moved around us slowly filling up the place with everything that could be needed for a new apartment, even putting the shower curtains on the rod in the bathroom with a set of hangers.  All I had in the kitchen was a coffee pot, but Vincent brought everything else.

At the end of it he showed the guys to the door where he smacked them each on the ass as they exited then closed the doors and walked back the couch.

“Hey I’m gonna get settled a little, maybe rub one out,” he said.

I watched as he headed to his room then just inside the door I could hear him stripping out of his clothes.  I turned up the volume of the television.