“So, Evan or Jake,” Paul said.
“That’s going to be a tough choice to make—choosing between those two,” William said. “Now, you think about your decision, dahling, while I make some announcements. Okay?”
Paul smiled, and started studying Jake and Evan.
“Fall Break starts Thursday, October 19th,” William announced. “Classes resume Monday, October 23rd. Our annual field trip to the Gayborhood willbe Saturday the 21st. We’ll leave the clubhouse at 7:00p.m. Put it on your calendars. Matt and Paul: plan on spending that night at the clubhouse. You’ll be out well past curfew.”
Everyone clapped. There was a buzz of excitement.
Paul got Matt’s attention, whispered a question. “Whose dick is bigger? Jake’s? Or Evan’s?”
“They’re about the same,” Matt said.
Paul was agitated. “Don’t you know their dick sizes?” he whispered. “What sort of gay fraternity doesn’t have a spreadsheet of its members’ vital statistics?”
William held up a hand for silence. “Sadly, some of you may not be going on the field trip. Two people—Kevin and Luke—are delinquent with your HIV testing. One of you might—might—still be able to go on the field trip.”
Luke groaned. “Why only one of us?”
“It’s my prerogative to designate who will be on security detail for the field trip,” William said. “If neither of you gets tested by the 19th, you’ll both be on security detail. Otherwise, the first one of you to provide me with testing results can join us on the field trip. The other one will have the security detail.”
“Two more things,” William said. “Then we’ll see whom Paul has picked for his top. First, I now have a mobile phone, a Motorolla Micro Tac! Now you can reach me even if I’m away from my room or the clubhouse.”
Everyone clapped. This was exciting news. None of them could afford such a luxury.
“Finally,” William said. “Saturday, October 28th is the Alumni Association’s Halloween party. We’re helping. Setting up. Serving drinks and food. Providing the eye candy and the ass or cock to be groped by the occasional drunk. The theme this year isRocky Horror. See me about costumes. These are the people who pay our bills, ladies. I expect full cooperation.”
Matt had never heard of thisRocky Horrorthing. He knew about the Gayborhood, mainly because the GM rules prohibited freshmen from going there unescorted.
“Back to you, Paul!” William gushed. “Who’s your top? Evan or Jake?”
“Does anyone have a tape measure?” Paul asked.
Todd wobbled on his pumps, trying to maintain his balance while Matt’s cock slammed into his ass. They were in the locker room, beside one of the benches. Clothes littered the floor—all of Matt’s, most of Todd’s. Overhead, the ceiling fan creaked, stirring the humid,mildewed air.
This was round two of their handshake. The first round had been on the floor, doggy-style. Matt’s cum had streaked down Todd’s thighs like honey on a warm sopapilla.
Now they were standing.
Todd’s red necktie served as a convenient leash. Matt held the tail firmly in one hand, pulling the noosed end towards him, forcing Todd to arch his back, stretching his nipples even flatter. Matt’s other hand was around Todd’s waist, anchoring it against his dick.
Todd ground his ass against Matt’s cock, a mortar trying to swallow a pestle. Low, guttural moans escaped Todd’s lips. The only other sound in the room, besides the echoing drip of the ever-leaking shower heads, was the slick, slurping noise of Matt’s cock as it slipped in and out of Todd’s cum- and lube-greased hole.
Matt had carefully chosen the spot for this second coupling, so that the room’s lone mirror—a speckled, cracked rectangle of a relic that hung over the vanity—reflected back the image of Todd’s frontside. His dark hair limp with sweat. His eyes glazed in a fuck stupor. His hooded, flaccid dick bouncing like frog legs in a hot skillet.
Todd’s own legs had been through a workout, as evidenced by the disheveled state of his fishnet stockings and garter belt. Half the garter clips had lost their purchase on the stockings. The clips jangled at the ends of their elastic straps like castanets. The stockings sagged provocatively, begging to be ripped away.
Matt felt his cock swelling, felt the familiar tingle in his balls that presaged ejaculation.
Loud pounding echoed from the small side door through which they had entered the building. Insistent knocking. A muffled voice calling Matt’s name.
Idabel!
Shit!
Matt dropped the necktie leash, extracted his dick from Todd’s soupy hole, watched with sadness as the inflamed pink sphincter tried to reseal itself.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Idabel was not giving up.
