Brat in the Frat Ch 07 - Ticklish

For the next couple of days, weeks really, we were inseparable, well nearly, I mean we had class and stuff but we even started doing homework, reading books and writing essays in each other’s rooms.  The most difficult part was that we almost always ended up making out, and sometimes more.  The most awkward being when Kevin walked in on Brad giving me head.  He shrieked and jumped back, slammed the door with such force that we looked at each other in concern.

“Should I stop?” he asked.

I just pulled him back onto my dick and picked up my phone.  I sent a text to Kevin to apologize and he replied that he’d give us ten minutes to finish but that he needed to sleep.  After that we only used my room when I knew for sure Kevin wouldn’t be home for hours and we used his room the other times.  The partying was over.  The diaper was forgotten.  And we did the things boyfriends do, well try to do, if permitted.  There was one gay bar in town and an open minded coffee shop so we spent a lot of time at those places holding hands when we could and kissing briefly if no one was looking.

I thought the worst was Thanksgiving break.  We went to our separate homes but we texted and called each other all of the time.  The first day back on campus we fucked like rabbits in his room, twice.  We got so comfortable with each other, especially in our bedrooms.  We thought nothing of touching each other, holding a hand, leaning against each other.  Even in my bedroom we leaned against each other reading, one time when Kevin walked into the room.  He sighed with relief.

“You guys make a cute couple but I’m glad you’re keeping it in your pants,” he said.  “I don’t have anything against gay sex.  Sex is sex, but still...”

We just looked to each other and smiled because minutes before we had blown each other and just pulled on our pants because I knew Kevin would be back soon.  He had no idea, at least he pretended he didn’t and went about his business of collecting some books before heading out.  We waited until he left the room before breaking into laughter and grabbing at each other again.

Our bond had gotten so strong that it wasn’t a surprise when Brad told me he wanted to go out on a real date before Christmas break, you know eat at a fancy restaurant, well the one we could afford and wouldn’t get too weirded out by having two dudes sitting across a table from each other.  The whole thing was kind of surreal.  And we had to be cautious about any public displays of affection.  

Honestly, I kept looking over my shoulder as we walked back and forth from the car to the movie theater and the restaurant.  It felt like I was fighting a magnetic force but it was nice, especially sitting across from each other.  It was the date I had always imagined.  We joked and made small talk with an ease that comes from being comfortable with each other, not worrying that we might say the wrong thing.  But there was one moment when he opened his mouth as if he had something to say but paused so I just shrugged it off.  It was all so romantic and by the time we got back to campus I couldn’t resist anymore, he couldn’t resist anymore, and we started kissing in the parking lot.  I was hard and groping him with almost full intention of fucking right there when he pulled away.

“Wait,” he said, “there’s something I need to tell you.”

“What?”

“It’s embarrassing,” he replied.

“You can tell me anything.”

I looked into his eyes and at his face searching for some clue, wanting him to look back at me and give me his cute half smile before confessing something stupid.  But when he didn’t I started to get worried.  Was it an STD?  Was it another guy?  I could deal with that if, and only if tonight had been some kind of ceremonial proposal for monogamy.

“Let’s go down to the beach,” he said breaking the silence.

We looked around.  There were a few people but no one nearby so we got out.  I adjusted my clothes to hide my erection.  He looked like he was doing the same.  I followed after him to the beginning of the trail.  It was dark and no one was around so I caught up with him and took his hand.  We walked together along the well trodden path.

Down on the beach there was a kind of quiet, pleasant, darkness that I figured so few people ever enjoyed anymore.  We held hands as we sat next to each other talking in hushed tones about our past, our present, and even glimmers of our future, not just our own goals but together, like as a couple.

After we had talked out everything, mapped out our lives and there was only silence between us I got up to my feet and said I had to go pee.  I walked away a few feet to a rock, unzipped, and released myself.  We both heard it hit the sand and we laughed.

“How can you do that?  Just whip it out and pee over there?”

“You ran around in a diaper at a Halloween party.  You change all of the time in the locker room.  And you have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“A locker room is a locker room, and the party, well I had to have a few drinks, but just being so casual about it all.  I just feel like I have to be strong all of the time and in control.  It’s like I don’t want to be a fool, you know.  Like your little speedo, I could never do that.”

I got behind him, sat with my chest against his back, and wrapped my arms around his sides to his chest.  He relaxed into me and I realized this is what I had always feared, being affectionate to another man in public.  I had always worried about what people would think.  Would they berate me?  Would they attack me?  Could I defend myself?  Would my truth spread like some kind of virus and somehow I would lose my job and all possible future career?  It didn’t matter with him.  It didn’t right then as we sat there in the darkness.

My hands drifted to his sides and I felt the hem of his shirt so I lifted it a little and felt his skin.  I reached around to his chest where I felt his pectoral muscles and down to his abs that had definition even as he sat there.  I wouldn’t want him to feel me in the same position, my meager, soft belly.  I started to move lower and he stopped me with a hand over mine.  He turned back to me and I leaned up to kiss him briefly before laying my head against his shoulder.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” he said.

“What is it?”

“I’m... I’m wearing a diaper.”

I lifted my head at the answer.  I didn’t feel revulsion but this kind of curiousness, this kind of confusion.  Why would he wear a diaper?  Was it one of the extra ones?  Why on a date?  Why now?  Did I introduce him to something?

“I know it sounds crazy but it’s true.”

He started to pull away but I held onto him.  I didn’t want space now.  I didn’t want to be separated from him.  I didn’t want him to feel rejected by me.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.  It’s kind of like this fun secret I have.”

“Do you think I’m weird?”

“No, but like, is this a regular thing?”

“I just did it a few times after the party.  I was bored one night and I remembered the diapers in the closet so I just put one on to see what it would feel like and it was kind of fun.  I’ve even slept in them.  The first time I woke up in it there was this kind of shock but also this kind of fun, different feeling.  I don’t know how to explain it.  It was like the first time you wake up with morning wood and you kind of laugh to yourself.”

“And you’re wearing one tonight?  What’s it like?”

“Do you know how sometimes you wake up and you don’t feel like yourself but then you get dressed and you put on your shoes and maybe a watch and a necklace or something and you feel more confident.  It’s weird but that’s how I feel.  I know I shouldn’t.  I know I should be embarrassed but it’s like that.”

He started to pull away again but I held onto him tightly and pulled him back into me.  I wrapped my arms around him, kissed at his neck a little.  I wanted him to know I wasn’t going anywhere and that he could trust me.  I wanted him to feel as safe as I did with him.  And finally, finally after I held him for long enough he relaxed.

“Are you okay with it?  Are you okay with dating a guy who, you know, wears a diaper?  I’d understand if you thought I was some kind of freak or something.”

“I don’t think you’re a freak at all.  I get it, well, I think I do.  Like you said it’s your secret, but I know it would be embarrassing for others to find out.”

“Thank you,” he said.

I felt his fingers interlace with my own.  We sat together for a long time.

“Thank you for sharing with me,” I said.

“I don’t know if I had a choice with us being boyfriends and all,” he replied.

“So is it official then?  Does tonight’s date, you know, make us like a couple?”

“I thought this last few weeks made it like a thing, but yeah, I’m going to update my social media as soon as we get home.”

“Me too,” I said.

We both laughed.  And then I felt him squirm a little.

“What is it?”

“I have to pee,” he answered.

“You’re wearing a diaper so just do it,” I said.

“Not here, not in my jeans,” he said.  “It’ll make a mess.”

“Then let’s get you out of your jeans,” I replied.

“We’re on a public beach,” he said.

“At college, we’re college students and this is the college’s beach.  Old men sun bathe nude here during the day when most of us are in classes.  People skinny dip here all of the time.”

“Not me, not that, not now,” he said.

And I realized he had his own fears about public embarrassment.  So I held him close and tried to measure time.  How much longer could we sit here?  Somewhere, somehow, my exploration of his body had turned to something else and I grabbed at his sides, forced my hands up to his arm pits where I tickled his sensitive skin.  He squealed and laughed so I kept at him.  He jerked about in my hands but he was at my mercy.

“Oh god,” he said.

And I stopped.  At first I didn’t know what happened, but then I smelled it, urine.  He was pissing himself.  “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” he said as I continued to hold him.  He tightened in my arms as he tried to will his sphincter to close and for it to stop but he couldn’t.  I tightened my own eyes sympathetically as I knew just how painful it was to try such a thing and how impossible it felt once it was going.

“Now what?” he asked.

We walked the mile and a half trail back to campus to the parking lot and made sure no one was around before we stepped out into the light.  I looked back to him when he stopped and tried to evaluate the situation.  He held out his arms in frustration.  I could tell there was a slight bulge in his crotch but I couldn’t see any wet spots from where it leaked.

“What do we do now?”

“I’d say we go back to my room but you don’t have any more diapers there.”

“Sh, don’t be so loud,” he replied.

I stood and looked around the parking lot.  There was no one else around.  I looked to his face that had turned red and I saw the way he wobbled on his feet unsure if he should run home or retreat back to the darkness.  Fuck it, I thought to myself, and I grabbed his hand and we started to run.  When we passed people we started to laugh and by the time we made it back to his frat house we were out of breath.  We pushed open the front door and dashed to his room.  No one saw.  He ran in first and I slammed the door shut with my back to it.  I turned the lock.  We looked at each other and broke into more laughter and that’s when we heard someone pound on the wall between the rooms and shout for us to keep it down.  We both lowered our volume but continued to laugh as I made my way to the bed where we fell onto it and tickled at each other for a few minutes before kissing and groping at each other a little.  But when I got to his jeans, to his diaper, I stopped, and pushed him away.

“What?” he asked.

“I think we need to get you cleaned up,” I said.

“We?”

“Can I do the honors?”

“I don’t know.  I guess.  I mean you did the first time.”

I went over to his closet and he told me where to find the new diapers he had bought.  They were buried under old gym clothes: shorts, t-shirts, and jockstraps.  I pulled one from pack and moved back over to the bed and held it up.

“Wait, you need the powder and oil,” he said.

“What was I thinking?” I replied sarcastically.

He pointed to his desk drawer where I found the supplies needed.  He pushed himself further up on the bed, raised his knees.  I noticed he had his shoes on the bed and I admonished him for that.  He giggled a little and kicked them off before putting his feet back on the bed.  I moved in front of him, set down the supplies, then reached for his belt.  I pulled off his jeans and looked to the diaper.  Slow and deliberate I opened it unsure if some urine would leak out or what exactly would happen.  I was half surprised to see his hard dick just laying there amongst his pubic hair. 


“Be careful or I might pee again, this time on you,” he said.

“You do and you’re getting a spanking,” I replied.

I wiped his dick and balls with a disposable wipe then dried it with a nearby towel he used for the shower. I pulled the diaper out from under him.  He spread his knees.  His hard dick was right there and I couldn’t help myself.  I had wanted him all night and there it was.  I grabbed hold of it and bent down, kissed the head at first before pulling back his foreskin and taking his dick into my mouth.  Squishy but resilient I sucked at him until spit leaked down from my lips to his balls that I pinched between my fingers.  He squirmed and moaned, pushed himself up the bed some more so that I could get onto it.    

We needed one moment to pause, I thought, so I pulled off and went to his nightstand where I retrieved the condoms and lubricant that I tossed onto the bed.  He pulled off his shirt and I made quick work of stripping out of my clothes.  I got onto the bed on my knees and moved between his feet.

“Get those feet up,” I said.

He rolled back into a ball and presented his asshole to me.  His hands under his knees, his balls and dick aimed at his own face.  I slapped at his butt and told him to hold his feet higher as I pulled out the condom.  I watched him struggle a little and we laughed as I rolled the condom down over my dick.  I squirted some lubricant on my dick and his hole, rubbed at each of them.  He started to relax and complain that he couldn’t breath but I slapped his ass again and moved in, took hold of his legs and stuck my dick against his hole.  In one slow but consistent motion he took it all of the way to the balls and I felt him grip at me.  He looked into my eyes.

“You’re becoming a natural at this,” I said.

“Only for you,” he replied.

I moved in for a quick kiss before I began to fuck him.  My balls slapped at his skin, he grabbed at my shoulders and I grabbed at his chest muscles.  He relaxed and I went at him with more enthusiasm until we could hear the frame knocking against the wall so he motioned for me to stop and roll onto my back.  I moved as he said and he got up to his feet, stepped over me, then lowered himself onto my dick facing me.  He wanted me and I wanted him.  

We felt complete and tonight he had trusted me with his secret, his new kink that I had accidentally introduced him to.  He grabbed at my face, pulled at my burning ears and I grabbed at his hips.  We moved together like few other times in my life and he began to moan and scream a little so I tapped him to stop and he did.  I motioned for him to get on all fours and when he did I got up behind him but this time I picked up the pillow and told him to bite down on it as I thrust into him.  It didn’t take much more before be both climaxed at nearly the same time.  We fell onto the bed, sweaty and exhausted.  I felt as if our flesh had been melted together as we looked up to the ceiling together and caught our breath.

Brat in the Frat Ch 01 - At the Pool

The first week on campus there's a tendency to see the same people in different places because everyone is doing the same things: registration, financial aid, housing, etc. And for Peter there were a few but the one who stood out to him was a tall jock who always wore sunglasses. The guy was over six foot, broad shouldered, and had a strong jaw line. Peter saw him everywhere that first week so by the time of the first day of class as he sat down to lunch he was surprised to see him at the next table with a group of similar looking guys who acted as if they had been friends for years. It was on that day, at that time, he got the impression the big jock had noticed him too, but didn't like what he saw. The guy returned an icy stare when Peter looked his way.

"See something you like," he quipped, then as an afterthought, "nerd."

Peter looked back to his food. Some things don't change, he thought. So he tried to forget it. He ate quietly, never looked back, then headed out. The first class was a bit of a trip, a new way of doing things with a syllabus and a bit more enthusiasm but an hour into the lecture he got comfortable. And by the time he got back to his room that night he had forgotten the whole thing. He pushed open his door to find his roommate, Kevin, in a pair of trunks with a towel over his shoulder, not the most athletic of guys, a little bit of biceps and soft belly. Peter tried to not look, especially not his eyes.

"What's going on?" Peter asked.

"They're having a pool part tonight. I'm headed over. There's free pizza and bound to be some cute women around. And there's guys too, some might be gay."

Peter sighed at the stupidity of those last words but he was grateful he could be out and that Kevin was okay with it, at least that's what he said. There'll be guys, no really, but gay, here in a small liberal arts college, that are confident in their bodies to go swimming.

"I don't know."

"Have you eaten today?"

"Lunch, but I didn't make it in time for dinner, not like I was looking forward to it. They try too hard with the food, can't even make a good quesadilla."

"Tell me about it, I had a tuna sandwich today with celery in it. I hate celery."

Peter's stomach rumbled. He was hungry and a noodle cup and snacks from the vending machine sounded less appetizing by the second.

"Um, I'll go, but the only thing I have to wear is my old Speedo from swim team."

"Oh that'll be too good. I bet you're the only one but hey don't worry about it. I mean look at me."

Kevin held out his hands and Peter did look. There's something about an offer, can't be refused. He sighed and thought over what he'd need. He put his books away, grabbed a towel, found his suit in the back of a drawer. Kevin stepped out into the hallway and saw a few others from the floor who were going. He said they should all go over together. Peter looked to Kevin in the door.

"Sorry did you want privacy to change?"

"Do you think I'm going to walk all of the way over in just my swimsuit?"

"Yeah, I mean no. Are you ready?"

"Yeah sure."

He stepped out into the hallway with his towel and suit in hand and was surprised to see the other guys were already in trunks, most of them shirtless. They greeted each other before taking the elevator down. Peter fell to the back of the group as they walked over. Everyone else went straight to the pool but he went to the locker room. It was surprisingly empty. He picked an empty locker in the back and stripped off his clothes.

Naked, he scratched at himself lazily as he felt comfortable in a locker room. He picked up his swimsuit and stepped into it, pulled it up around his firm buttocks. He adjusted his dick along his left thigh and tried to determine if he was showing too much. He shrugged off his doubt and walked out to the pool where the guys from his floor stood by the tables eating pizza. They all laughed and grinned at the sight of him. He blushed a little as he made his way over to them.

They joked with each other, the guy wearing a shirt said he felt like he was wearing too much. Peter picked up a piece of pizza and a napkin as he turned to look out at the rest of the swimmers. There were about twenty-five women, thirty men, most of them stood in the shallow end or clung to the sides talking with each other. He spotted three guys doing laps, competing really. He finished his piece, wiped his mouth, and threw away his napkin before making his way over to where they swam. He sat down on the edge, slid into the water nearby and waited.

The guys were good, strong, and quick with turnabouts. If there weren't any gay guys then at least there might be someone to swim against. He waited for them to finish. Three heads popped up and his stomach sunk at the sight of one of them, the guy he kept seeing around, the jock from lunch. He sighed and looked away to pretend he wasn't interested in even saying hello.

"Hey man, are you looking to do laps?" one of the other guys asked.

Peter looked to him. He seemed sincere. But the jock just looked away and the other guy looked off to a woman in a bikini as she walked by.

"Actually yeah," Peter said.

"I'm getting some pizza," the jock boy said. He turned away and pulled himself out of the water. Peter looked to him for a moment, long enough to inspect his firm back muscles and round butt. He looked back to the stranger who had been talking to him. The guy stretched out his arm and Peter shook his hand.

"I'm Ted."

"Peter."

"Do you want to swim a couple of laps to warm up?"

"I'm good. We could go right now if you like the competition."

"Let's do it," Ted replied.

They started off with their strongest burst, each looking to show up the other. They swam as hard as they could. Peter had the lead at one point, managed to touch the wall first a few times but on the last lap the other guy had a reserve of energy Peter didn't. He still popped out of the water with a smile on his face.

"That was a lot of fun," he said.

"We should swim together some time."

"Definitely," Peter replied.

"But actually I'm turning into a prune. I was going to head out. Would you like to come along?"

Peter looked to his roommate and guys from the floor. They were still dry, perpetual wall flowers. He looked back to the guy who smirked at him.

"I came with some guys," Peter said.

"Tell them you made a new friend," Ted replied.

"Really? I mean, yeah, okay."

Ted moved to the wall and Peter followed after him. Ted got out first and Peter smiled at the sight as someone else was wearing swim briefs, then he got out and they looked each other over. They smiled at each other before heading to the locker room. They stepped under the shower and washed off before heading to the lockers. Peter was surprised to see the jock boy there, shirtless but otherwise dried off and dressed.

The jock boy looked to him, stared really, then looked away and back again as if he couldn't keep his eyes off of him. Ted was a few feet away as he stripped off his suit. Peter noticed his buttocks then looked to the jock boy who blushed at the sight.

"See something you like?" Peter asked.

The jock boy gulped, then slammed the locker door and turned away. He walked out of the locker room and they looked to each other. Ted grinned.

"Did you know him?"Peter asked.

"Not really, he said his name was Brad. He was kind of hitting on me but not my type."

"Not your type?"

"Bottom boys have too much in common," he said.

Peter laughed at the joke before stepping out of his suit. He dried himself carefully before getting dressed. Ted did as well. They checked each other out, had gotten comfortable, then two strangers walked in from the pool so they got dressed and walked out together. Ted took the lead and went to the community center where he picked up a free sex packet that was left out for anyone. It contained two condoms and a packet of lubricant. He handed it over to Peter then started to walk again.

"Where are we headed?" Peter asked.

"My place to see if my roommate is out."

"Why don't we go back to my place? I know my roommate is out."

"Will he be okay with that?"

"He saw me leave with you. We'll hang a tie on the door."

"Sounds good to me."

They walked back to Peter's dorm with him in the lead. He swiped his access card for the elevator and with a brief jolt they ascended easily. The building felt quiet and empty even as they walked to his room. He unlocked the door and pushed his way inside hoping nothing embarrassing was out. Thankfully there wasn't. Ted closed the door behind him and Peter turned on him. They looked each other in the eye before looking over each other's bodies. Ted was several inches taller and muscled. Peter was slim and cute.

Peter moved closer, grabbed at Ted's shirt and pulled him into a kiss. They kicked off their shoes. Peter pushed his tongue between Ted's lips who tried to kiss back in equal measure. They went at it for several minutes as they groped at each other's bodies. Peter undid Ted's belt. Ted pulled off Peter's shirt. First Ted's pants hit the floor, then Peter's. They stepped out of their pants and made their way over to Peter's bed. He pushed Ted onto his back, then remembered the tie. He got an old one from his drawer and tied it to the handle to get into the room.

When he looked back over to the bed Ted stripped off his shirt and his underwear. Peter got the sex packet from his jeans pocket, then got onto the bed on his knees. He grabbed at Ted's knees as they stuck up in the air. He maneuvered himself between them before going down on his dick. It was already hard and leaking as Peter took it into his mouth. He sucked until spit ran down over Ted's balls, then he licked them too as he stroked his own dick through his underwear. He got himself hard before pulling his underwear down below his balls. He tore open the condom packet, stuck it against the tip, and rolled it to the base, then opened the lube as Ted rocked away and grabbed the backs of his knees. Peter stuck some lubricant on his fingers, on his dick, and finally Ted's asshole. He rubbed at it for a minute before getting closer and sticking his dick against it. He reached out to Ted's body as he pushed inside.

"Have you ever done this before?" Ted asked.

"Yeah," Peter said.

"This is my first," Ted replied.

Peter stopped. His dick halfway into Ted he felt his asshole almost close shut so he pulled out. He looked the other young man in the eye as he still gripped at his flesh.

"Do you still want to do this?"

"Yeah, before classes start and I'm too busy. I think you're really cute."

Peter placed his dick back at Ted's hole and slowly began to push inside. He took it easy at first so that he could get comfortable but then after Ted's body relaxed he started getting faster and rougher. He pushed at Ted's thighs with his shoulders, sweat ran down his back down over his ass and to his thighs. He heard the slap of his balls and the squeak of the springs. He felt Ted's heartbeat, the way he gave to the penetration, and he grabbed for the other man's dick. It was still hard and leaking. Peter worked himself into a rhythm until his heart was racing. He grabbed at Ted, sunk his fingers into his flesh as the orgasm happened. He faltered for a moment before pulling out. He grabbed at Ted's dick and stuck it in his mouth. He sucked until he felt him buck up from the bed and the man's warm ejaculate hit the back of his throat. Ted fell back to the bed. Peter pulled off the condom, tied it, then threw it in the trash.

"That was really good but your roommate might be back soon. I don't know how long that took."

Ted sat up on the bed. Peter looked to him, then the clothes on the floor. It was over. They were over. They barely knew anything about each other. But then again that was the plan, a one night thing, release stress before classes start. He slid across the bed to the cold wall. His limp dick between his thighs.

"How big is it?" Ted asked.

"Big enough," Peter replied.

"Is everything okay? Did I do something to offend you?"

"No, you were great."

Ted felt uncomfortable, got off the bed and reached into his clothes and took out his phone.

"What are doing with that?" Peter asked.

"I just wanted to get your number," Ted replied.

Peter told him and it looked like he punched it in, a moment later Peter's phone rang.

"Now you have my number," he said.

"Cool," Peter said. "Maybe we can hang out sometime."

"I know I'll have a lot of stress. Call me sometime."

"Hey, that guy at the pool. How did you know he was a bottom?"

"Just the way he flirted with me. It's like how I was with you. I only had my eyes on one thing. We cool?"

"Yeah, we're cool," Peter said.

Ted pulled on his clothes in a few seconds then headed for the door. He opened it to find Kevin on the other side in the hallway still in his trunks with a dry towel over his shoulder. They walked past each other. Still naked, Peter looked up to see Kevin who spotted his dick before looking away and letting out an excited yell.

"Damn man, put that monster away," Kevin said.

Peter got up from his bed and retrieved his underwear from the floor. He pulled them on and looked to Kevin who was still shielding his eyes.

"I mean away, away, like put on some pants."

Peter stepped into his pants and pulled them up. He fastened his belt, then picked up his shirt.

"You gay guys operate fast. I mean not the sex, but hooking up. I heard you guys going at it. I wasn't sure who was doing what but after seeing your dick I hope you gave it to him good because if not that's just a waste."

There it was, everything awkward had been acknowledged and said. For a moment Peter felt offended yet there was no hostility to it, at least not consciously. Polite people wouldn't have said anything, he thought, but fuck polite people. It was said. It was done. Get over it.

"How was your night?" Peter asked to change the subject.

"I finally worked up the courage to talk to a few girls, even got their numbers, but none of them wanted to hook up."

"You didn't swim?" Peter asked.

"I don't know how."

"Well maybe I'll show you sometime, while wearing my little swimsuit you and the guys laughed about."

"Hey it wasn't you. It was us. We were all talking about how we looked like dorks and here you come like a fucking professional. That's why we were laughing I promise."

"I barely thought about it."

Peter moved across the room to his chair and looked to Kevin who sat on his own bed, the towel beside him. He asked Kevin about the girls but really his mind was on something else, someone else, that jock boy from the pool, Brad.

Spring Break - Nerd Meets Jock Pt 1 & 2

Another sunny day, four young men stood in front of the Miami Beach Art Deco hotel looking up at its facade with a mixture of boredom and enthusiasm.  For Ethan it was barely remarkable, just another hotel.  He scratched at the back of his neck lazily as he wished he had put on more sunscreen.  Darrell tried to appreciate the shapes, the colors, but he didn’t want to stay there.  He didn’t even want to be in Florida.  Grady smirked at the sight of the building, happy that he had gotten them all such a good deal for two rooms during the busiest time of year, Spring Break.  But for Howard it was something he had always wanted, to stay in a hotel just like in Grand Theft Auto.

“It’s just like the game.  This is so great.”

“Well Howard shot his load already.  I guess we can go home now,” Ethan said.

“I just hope the rooms are okay, old buildings like this tend to have small rooms.  It’s bad enough we have to share,” Darrell added.

“Hey, you guys wanted to do something normal, get away from all of the snow.  You talked about the beach and sun.  How was I supposed to know you didn’t mean any of it?  Let’s just get this over with.”

They walked inside to the front desk where they were greeted by a cheerful blonde woman not much older than themselves.  She confirmed their rooms, asked for Grady’s credit card.  He offered it, she swiped it and returned it to him.  They barely made small talk.  None of the guys were interested in tourist sites, and she wasn’t sure what to say to them.  They weren’t her regular customers.  She handed over the key cards, gave them directions to their two rooms.  They walked away to the elevator, barely said a word.

Three flights up, the two rooms were next to each other at the end of the hallway.  Ethan led the way to the farthest room, Darrell behind him.  Grady and Howard took the other room, each set pushed their way inside.  The cold, stale air of the air conditioner was barely refreshing.  Darrell went to the window to take in the view.

“At least we’ve got a view of the ocean,” he said.

“It’s not such a bad place,” Ethan replied.  “Are you going to bother to unpack or do you just want to head to the beach?”

“I want to hit the beach man.  Besides it’s not like I have much to unpack.”  Darrell threw down his back pack on the bed, set his satchel bag next to it.  “I’m done.”

Ethan pulled the bag from his shoulders, set it on the dresser.  They looked to each other, Darrell shrugged his shoulders.  Ethan pulled off his shirt.  Darrell began to unbuckle his belt.  They were about to start another conversation, hash out plans, when there was a knock on the door connecting their room to Grady and Howard’s room.  Ethan unlocked their side of the door and opened it.  Grady stood in front of him with a smile on his face, past him Howard sat on the bed with his bag open, a video game system in his hands.

“Do you guys want to join us?”

Ethan looked to Darrell who shook his head.

“No way man, I’m came here to get some sun, see the women walk around the beach, maybe even go out with a couple of them.”

“Sorry, no,” Ethan added.

“We’re going to order pizza,” Grady replied.

“We brought all of the good games,” Howard said.

“No, I want to at least walk around a little.  I was thinking of going out tonight,” Ethan said.  “Why don’t you guys join us?”

“No thanks,” Howard said.  “Not right now.”

“Yeah, I’ve kind of reached my maximum for dealing with people today,” Grady replied.  “I need some time to myself, or at least with fewer people.”

“Are you guys really going to sit around the room all day playing video games and eating pizza?” Ethan asked.

“Why not?” Darrell interjected, “It’s what they do at college.”

“Yeah, but, I mean we’re on vacation,” Ethan said.

“Uh, maybe we’ll go out tonight, if we can find some place that’s low key,” Grady said.  “We’ll talk about it.”

“Until then, I’ll set up the system, Grady you order the pizza, Hawaiian style for me, you should get something different and we can share.”

“Well guys, have a good time,” Grady said.

“You too,” Ethan said.

“Yeah man, have fun,” Darrell replied without much enthusiasm.

Ethan closed the door connecting their rooms, continued to strip out of his clothes.  Darrell stripped down as well.  Unlike their compatriots Ethan and Darrell were not shy about their bodies, even if Ethan was gay, it had never been an issue for them.  Darrell searched his bag for a pair of swimming trunks.  Ethan pulled out a Speedo from his bag.  Darrell shook his head and laughed at the sight of it.  Ethan dangled the bit of cloth in front of his crotch.

“My mother said figure out your best asset and use it,” he said.

“In that case we should switch,” Darrell said.

“I have a nice butt,” Ethan replied.

“You have a white boy’s butt,” Darrell replied.  “Besides we both know I’d fill it out more.”

“Oh yeah, you want to measure?” Ethan asked.

“You’d like that,” Darrell joked.

“Are we hitting the beach together or breaking up?”

“Together, at least for a while, and we should meet back up this evening in case one of us over does it.  If I’m not having any luck I might need my gay wing man.”

“And if you meet any jock boys who might be curious you send them my way,” Ethan replied.

“It’s a deal.”

They made sure they had everything they needed, let Grady and Howard know they’d be heading out, and were on their way.  Their two friends barely acknowledged their departure as they were focused on the television.

*****

At first Ethan took him for a creep, the exact stereotype that he had always felt attracted to but was intimidated by, the type of guy who used to beat him up in high school and give him wedgies.  He spotted him at the punch bowl.  There was eye contact, an awkward glance.  He moved away from him, tried to be distracted by something, anything, eventually he found Darrell in the corner of the room talking to two different women.  Seeing him engaged in conversation Ethan turned away, was about to head for the door, but then he ran into the jock that had been cruising him from the punch bowl.  He felt especially awkward as he was still dressed in his Speedo.

“Hi,” Ethan said.

“Hi,” he replied.

“I was just about to, I mean, I’m just, was going to get a drink.”

“It looks pretty full.”

“Oh yeah, well, I’m an ambitious alcoholic.”

“My name is Brock,” the stranger said as he offered his hand.

Oh god, here I go again, Ethan thought.  I bet he’s some kind of Christian who picks up young gay men at parties and tries to convert them.  I should run away, but I’m so damned attracted to him, shit, here I go again, he thought.  He shook Brock’s hand.  He was over six feet tall, in a tank top and trunks.  He had muscled arms, muscled shoulders, muscled, just about everything, one of those cliche barbed wire tattoos around his bicep.  Ethan felt like he could swoon but he made himself stand tall, as tall as he could.  He shook his hand.

“Did you enjoy the beach today or were you just uh, swimming at a pool?”

“Oh uh,” Ethan looked down over himself, don’t think sexy thoughts, don’t think sexy thoughts, he told himself.  “I was at the beach.”

“Are you from around here or from out of state?”

“Out of state,” Ethan answered.

“This doesn’t seem like your kind of party.  To be honest it’s not mine either.”

“No, uh, yeah, my friend, he uh, well, he had me come along.  He heard about it when we were at the beach today.  He wanted me to be his wing man, but I guess he doesn’t need me as he’s talking to two girls right now.”

Ethan looked to his friend, pointed him out to Brock.

“He’s cute.”

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” Ethan replied.

“Is he bisexual?”

Ethan felt his face warm.  Just what was Brock asking?  Was he asking for an introduction or hinting at a threesome?  What have I gotten myself into?

“So are you like a swimmer?  Do you swim for like a team or something?”

Ethan turned back to him, right to his chest, then up to his eyes but even that felt awkward.  He looked away a little, just so he didn’t have to stare at the man.

“Yeah, I swam for my team in high school.  I’m not on a team in college but I go to the pool regularly.  I like to stay fit.”

“You look it,” Brock said.  “I mean...”

That was it.  There had to be more to this man.  Everyone else felt too close, he needed space.  Maybe they could go somewhere, he thought.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Ethan asked.

“Oh, I’m glad you asked,” Brock said.  “Let’s go take a walk.”

They headed out of the party, down to the street.  They fell into an easy conversation as they moved from streetlight to streetlight, from neon sign to neon sign.  Brock told him about being on the football team until his senior year when he couldn’t take the homophobia anymore.  He told him about his academic struggles in college and how he thought about dropping out to go into carpentry.  Ethan talked about his passion for physics and how he wanted to go on to graduate school.  They seemed to be walking in circles but really Brock was taking a circuitous route to his hotel.

“This is my place,” he said.

“Oh uh, I didn’t know this is where we were headed,” Ethan replied.

“My frat brothers rented a couple of rooms.  They’re all probably out and we have a code in case we bring someone back to the room.  Would you want to come up?  We don’t have to do anything.”

“I’ve always been intimidated by guys like you,” Ethan said.

“I promise I'm a nice guy.”

“Okay,” Ethan said.

Brock led the way inside and up to his room.  There was no sock or tie left on the door handle but he still made sure the room was empty before inviting him inside.  Ethan walked through the partially illuminated room to the window.  Outside he could see the city and in the reflection he watched Brock tie a sock to the handle of the door before closing it.

“We’ve got some booze around here.  Do you like whiskey?”

“Jack Daniels,” Ethan replied.

“Of course,” Brock said.

He pulled a bottle from a drawer that was full of clothing, notably a bunch of underwear.  There was never much privacy in hotel rooms, he thought.  Brock poured two drinks into plastic cups from beside the mirror.  He offered one to Ethan who took it and downed it with one attempt.  Even with having drunk the beer the whiskey still burned his lips, his tongue, and felt like a weight that sunk to his stomach.  Brock downed his and made a bitter face.

“Maybe we should give that a break,” Ethan said.  “Why don’t we sit on the bed?”

“Okay,” Brock said.  He took the plastic cup back, threw them both in the trash and set the bottle on the dresser.

They sat next to each other.  Brock was so much bigger than Ethan, he was like a mountain or a tree to climb, Ethan thought.  He looked to the reflection of them in the television that was off.

“So, what did you want to do?” Ethan asked.

“Let’s start with kissing and see where it goes,” Brock said.

It felt so formal, so awkward, they moved towards each other.  It had been over thought, too much anticipation, but their doubts soon disappeared as they grabbed at each other.  Ethan worked his hand up the leg of Brock’s shorts.  Brock grabbed back at his bulge, his ass.  Brock pushed against him and he gave a little before pushing back, pushing harder until he was on top of Brock.  He broke from the kissing.

“I don’t usually bottom,” Ethan said.

“Good, I want you to fuck me, pound my ass,” Brock said.

“Really?”

“I’ve been checking out your dick all night in that little Speedo.  I’ve been drooling over it.  Fuck me.”

Ethan pushed away for a moment to drop his swimsuit.  He grabbed at Brock’s belt, undid it, and pulled his pants and underwear down.  He grabbed at his thighs, got his hands under his knees and pushed them up to his chest.  He got up on the bed on his knees, put his dick to the other man’s hole.

“Wait, use protection,” Brock said.  “I have something in my nightstand.”

Brock grabbed hold of his own legs as Ethan walked around to the nightstand.  He opened the drawer to find a bunch of condoms and a bottle of lubricant.  He opened a packet, pinched the condom reservoir, slid the material down over his dick, stroked it a few times.  Brock looked at the eight plus inches in the man’s hand and groaned in anticipation.  Ethan opened the lubricant, squirted some on his dick, stroked a few more times as he walked back around to Brock.  He squirted lubricant on Brock’s asshole, rubbed at the tightened skin with his finger as he got up on his knees again.  He moved close, pushed against the opening.  He worked slowly, methodically to push himself inside.  He felt the warmth of him, the tightness of him.

They grabbed at each other.  Brock felt himself being filled, the pressure.  He felt Ethan’s hands on his chest.  This man was feeling his muscles and inside of him at the same time.  Ethan sunk in to his balls, worked himself back out, then back inside.  Brock relaxed to the feeling, the motion, he writhed on the bed.  Ethan leaned down onto him, their sweaty bodies pressed together.

“Are you ready for it?  Are you ready to get fucked?”

“Fuck me, pound my ass,” Brock said.

Ethan pulled away, turned Brock over onto his side, then onto his chest.  Brock reached back to Ethan’s thighs, his shoulders against the mattress, face pressed into the sheets.  Ethan got up to his feet, started to thrust.  He worked himself into a rhythm, the steady sound of his balls hitting Brock’s balls.  Ethan ran his fingers from Brock’s waist to his shoulders, grabbed at them.  He went hard and deep until his legs strained and he could feel the sweat pooling in the middle of his back and the backs of his knees.  He kept at it as his balls tightened.

Brock moaned with pleasure, groaned with pain but kept demanding more, his hand moved to his own dick and began to play with himself as he was moving to meet Ethan’s thrusts.  His dick slid between his fingers until the sensitive head hit his belly with an eruption of ejaculate.  He felt it shoot from his body down onto the bed.  He felt so empty and so full at the same time.  It wasn’t long after that Ethan felt his own orgasm was imminent.  He dug his fingers into Brock’s skin with the last motion, every muscle in his body strained.  He rested for a moment before pulling out, getting down on his knees he pulled the condom off and tied it before taking it to the bathroom where he tossed it in the garbage.  He walked back awkwardly as his legs felt like they were about to give.  Brock was on his belly but rolled to his side.  Ethan sat next to him, took hold of his softening, sensitive dick, played with it a little as they kissed some more.

“Do you want to sleep for a little bit?” Brock asked.

“Yeah, I don’t think I can walk very far right now.”

They got under the covers, Ethan put his head on Brock’s chest.  It wasn’t long before they were both asleep.  In fact they slept a little too long and were awoken by the sound of knocking on the door.  Ethan looked to the sun coming through the open curtains, to the clock by the bed.  He groaned in frustration.  He wished he had gotten out of there sooner as that was probably Brock’s frat brothers, maybe even someone who shared the room.  He looked to the door and then it happened, there was the slide of a keycard and the lock unfastened, the door opened.

Two young men pushed their way inside the room.  They looked like jocks.  Ethan made sure he was covered by the sheet as he lay on his back and watched them enter.  The men looked to Ethan, then to Brock who was just opening his eyes.

“This is awkward,” Ethan said.

“Don’t worry, we all know he’s gay,” one of them said.

“Yeah, it’s cool with us.”

“Okay,” Ethan replied.

“Got yourself some ass last night,” the first one said.

If they only knew, thought Ethan.

“Hey we’re going down to the pool to work off this hangover.  Do you guys want to come down?”

“Maybe, we have to get something to eat first,” Brock said.

“Well you can’t stay in bed all day,” the other frat boy said.

They searched the dresser for some swim trunks, found them, and then walked out of the room making sure to pull the door closed behind them.

“Do you want to join them?  They’re okay guys.”

“I guess, I mean if it’s okay.  I don’t know.  I think I have a swimsuit around here somewhere.”

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.”