Jake was the real hunter in the room. Trim but not muscled, he had a feline sensuality, a tomcat’s strutty stance. He had that aloof, almost bored look cats feign while only their twitching tails betray their real intent.
And Jake’s tail was twitching.
William stepped towards Luke, but before he could begin his spiel, Luke interjected. “Give it up, William. We all know Jake’s going to win. It’s those damn shoes!”
Jake grinned. “They are my lucky shoes.”
William filled Matt in on the backstory. “Luke and Todd are our two newest members. Both chose Jake and his shoes. If you pick him, he’ll be the only person in GM history to win three times in a row.”
Matt played it coy. “I haven’t chosen anyone yet. Besides, where are the other two guys? There are only six of you here. I thought there were eight members.”
William waved a hand dismissively. “You’ll meet them soon enough. One is on security detail. The other is monitoring a situation on campus.”
“What situation?” Evan asked.
“Let’s not spoil Matthew’s initiation,” William said dismissively.
Evan was not deterred. “If something’s going on, we all need to know about it.”
“Fine,” William said. “For now, all you need to know is that Adam Maxwell is no longer a student at MCU. After Matthew chooses his bottom, the rest of us will decamp and regroup at the clubhouse, where I’ll answer as many questions as I can.”
Adam Maxwell. Matt didn’t recognize the name, but the others did, and they were upset at the news. Matt quickly learned that this Adam kid was one of the two other gay freshmen the group had identified. Josh had been his sponsor.
Something bad had obviously happened to Adam. Matt guessed it had been this news that had been troubling William when they met in the lobby earlier.
There was one less gay on campus, one less member of their tribe. Matt couldn’t help wondering which of them would be the last of the Mafioso Mohicans.
William spoke quietly. “You’re all familiar with what is written in the book of Ecclesiastes, that ‘there is a season for every activity under the heavens, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn, and a time to dance.’ This is not the time to mourn Adam’s departure. Not yet. That time will come later, I promise you.”
“This,” William said, mischievously, “is the ‘time to sow.’” He paused a moment to allow his wry joke to take root. “To do that, Matt needs to select his bottom!”
Everyone cheered.
And, of course, Matt chose Jake.
The rest of the guys dressed quickly, wished Matt and Jake good fuck, and left, intent on regrouping at the clubhouse,wherever that was.
William was the last to leave. He told Jake to be sure Matt was back on campus by curfew. He also said they would all meet Monday evening at the clubhouse for a watch party of sorts, to, hopefully, celebrate Matt’s having won his election.
Matt had momentarily forgotten about the election. He had made and hung a couple of posterboard signs. His teammates were eagerly campaigning for him, as was Seth his shower singing buddy.
Matt’s mind locked onto that word “clubhouse.” He hadn’t seen the place, but, judging by this hotel room, it wouldn’t be a dilapidated shack like the one Alfalfa, Spanky, and the gang used inThe Little Rascals. Any group that could afford to rent fancy hotel suites and had a fancy clubhouse was too rich for his blood.
The door had barely closed before Jake sprang a boner. “Shoes on or off?” he grinned.
“On,” Matt said. He had worried about the propriety of fucking so soon after hearing the news about Adam. He had worried the news might affect his libido. He had even worried whether he could be aroused by someone other than William.
Those worries proved baseless.
Jake was 5’9”, maybe 5’10”. He had shaggy brown and blonde streaked hair and a wicked alley cat smile. He was tan and lean, smooth from the waist up, with softly furred legs and ass.
They stood awkwardly, their dicks straining to make introductions but unable to close the distance on their own. Matt did not want to proceed under false pretenses.
“I think I’m in over my head,” Matt said. “I thought this was just a group of poor college kids like me. I can’t afford to pony up my share of a room like this, much less help maintain a clubhouse.” He felt gut punched. He had to wave goodbye both to his tribe and this hot guy he had almost been able to fuck.
Jake laughed. “If money were an issue, the only one of us who would be in this group would be William! His dad is loaded, and pours a ton of money into MCU. You want to know the real reason William gets away with being such a queen on campus? Daddy’s money buys a lot of blind eyes. Don’t get me wrong. If William ever got caught even holding a guy’s hand, he’d get expelled lickety-split, rich daddy or not.”
“So, William’s dad pays the GM’s bills?” Matt asked.
