We'd just crushed legs at the gym. Me, Nate, and this new pledge Jace who'd been hanging around like he was already one of us. My quads were jelly. Nate had pushed me on the hack squat past where I'd have stopped on my own, and now climbing the two flights up to Jace's dorm room felt like the actual workout. Jace was a freshman so he had a single, which was the only reason we were there instead of back at the house. The room smelled like Axe body spray and unwashed gym laundry. There was a half-finished protein shake going warm on his desk next to a stack of econ textbooks he probably hadn't opened.
Nate and I were the kings of the frat. Total tops. Never even thought about switching. We'd railed half the bottoms on campus, and we'd swap stories in the locker room, laughing about how we'd tease a guy's hole until he was begging.
But that day, back in Jace's dorm room, cracking open some beers, the argument got heated. Nate was going on about how you gotta go in dry first, just the tip of your finger to make 'em squirm. I called bullshit. Nah, you lube up and circle slow, build that hunger. Jace, this skinny fucker with that cocky grin, just sat there listening, nursing his beer like he knew something we didn't.
"Both of you are amateurs," Jace finally said, leaning back on his bed. "You wanna tease a boy's pussy right? It's all about the thumb pad first. Small circles, no penetration, make the hole twitch before you even think about going in. Gets 'em leaking without a word."
Nate barked a laugh, slapped his knee. "The fuck you know, pledge? You bottom half the time anyway. We're talking real top shit here."
"I'm versatile, bro," Jace shot back, eyes narrowing. "But I've flipped more 'total tops' than you've got notches on your belt. I'll show you how it's done right."
I snorted, chugging my beer. "Yeah? On who? Call up one of your little fuckboys. Let's see this masterclass."
Jace pulled out his phone, scrolling through contacts. "Bet. There's this freshman, always down. I'll text him. Guinea pig demo, right here."
Nate grinned and fist-bumped me. "Hell yeah. Make him strip and bend over. We'll watch the pro at work."
But Jace's phone buzzed back quick. Dude was busy or some shit. He tried another, same deal. "Fuck, everyone's at that party downtown." He eyed us, that grin creeping back. "One of you could step up. Keep it bro code. No big deal, just a demo."
Nate laughed harder. "Fuck off. I'm not spreading for your twiggy ass."
But Jace's eyes landed on me. "Carter, you're already in a jockstrap from the gym. Shorts off, quick demo. I'll keep it clean, no funny business. Just show these clowns how to finger right."
My gut twisted. "The hell? I'm a top, dude. Never even let a chick near my ass. Find someone else."
"Come on, bro," Jace pushed, voice dropping like we were conspiring. "You're the fussiest motherfucker here, always bitching about hygiene and shit. I'll wash my hands, use gloves if you want. Simple and clean, like I said. Nate'll laugh his ass off watching me school you on your own game."
Nate was already cracking up. "Do it, Carter. Prove you're not a pussy. It's just fingers, ain't like he's gonna fuck you."
I felt my face heat. "Fuck you both. This is bullshit."
But they kept at it. Nate calling me chicken, Jace promising it'd be over in two minutes, no one would know. I was protective as hell about my hole. Virgin territory, shaved clean 'cause I liked it that way for myself. The last girl I'd hooked up with, this senior named Maddie who was way more experienced than me, had tried to slip a finger back there during a blowjob, and I'd shut that shit down so fast she laughed about it for a week. I'd told the guys it was a "respect thing." It wasn't. I just hadn't wanted to know what it felt like, because I had a feeling I'd want to know more.
Still, the beer was buzzing, and their ribbing got under my skin. "Fine, assholes. But gloves, lube, and you stop when I say. And this stays in the room."
"Deal," Jace said, too quick, grabbing some lube from his drawer and snapping on a glove like he'd planned this. "Shorts off, on the bed, all fours. Ass up. Jock stays on."
I grumbled, kicking off my shorts, feeling exposed as fuck in just my jockstrap. Nate wolf-whistled but I flipped him off and climbed onto Jace's bed, on hands and knees, heart pounding. The comforter under my palms had a weed-burn or something on it. I focused on that. "Make it quick, pledge."
Jace knelt behind me and I felt his hands on my thighs. Firm, not tentative. "Relax, big man. Just spreading your cheeks to show 'em." He pulled the jock's straps aside, cool air hitting my hole. I tensed hard. "See? Clean as fuck. Now, watch this."
Nate leaned in closer, beer in hand. "Damn, Carter's got a tight pink one. Never seen it up close."
"Shut up," I snapped, but Jace's gloved finger was already there, thumb pad pressing right at the rim, circling slow like he'd described. No push. Just tease. "What the. Dude, that's enough demo."
"Nah, feel that?" Jace said, ignoring me, talking to Nate. "Small circles, light pressure. Makes the hole hungry. See how it's twitching already?"
It was. Fuck, it was. The thumb pad was the size of a quarter and he was just running it in this lazy little circle that I shouldn't have been able to feel as much as I was feeling it. A weird tingle shot through me and I shifted. The shift made the circle land differently, which made the tingle worse, which made me shift again, and I realized I was basically grinding back on his thumb on accident. I froze. "Alright, point made. Get off."
But Nate was hooked. "Keep going, Jace. Show me the next part. Carter's fine, he's not bitching too hard."
"I'm not. Fuck, Jace, I said simple!" But his thumb kept circling and damn if it didn't feel kind of interesting. Not bad, just new. My dick twitched in the jock pouch. I tried to angle my hips down to hide it. The angle made the thumb pad press harder. I made a sound I didn't mean to make.
"See?" Jace chuckled. "Even total tops like this when done right. Now, add a little lube, makes it glide." I heard the squirt, felt the cool slick on my hole. His thumb resumed, smoother now, pressing just a bit firmer. "Tease the opening, don't go in yet. Builds the want."
My breathing picked up. "Guys, this is getting weird. Stop."
Nate smirked. He'd shifted forward on the desk chair, beer cradled between his thighs in a way I clocked but didn't comment on. "Bro, your dick's half hard. You liking that?"
"Fuck off, it's the beer." But Jace didn't stop. The push-pull in my head started. Part of me wanted to deck him. Another part was curious. That tingle turning into a low burn.
"Alright, next level," Jace said. "Tip of the finger. Just the very end, rub it around." He switched, his fingertip tracing my rim, light as fuck. I groaned without meaning to. "Hear that? He's warming up."
"Bullshit," I growled, but my arms shook a little. "You said demo, not full fingerbang."
"Just the tip, Carter. Relax." Jace's voice was coaxing now, like he was topping me already. "Promise it's clean. Feel good?"
It did. Fuck, it did. "Whatever, hurry up."
Nate laughed, but it sounded different now. Lower. Less performative. "Damn, Jace, you're turning him. Keep going, show me how to hit the spot."
Jace poured more lube and I felt his finger press. Slow, insistent. "Breathe out, bro. Just one knuckle."
"No way. Ah, fuck." It slid in, easy from the tease, grazing something inside that made my dick jump. I bit my lip, hole clenching around him. The clench made him laugh quietly, which I felt in my hips somehow.
"See? Prostate hit," Jace said triumphantly. "Total tops never get this. Feels insane, right Carter?"
"Get. Out," I panted, but my body betrayed me, pushing back a fraction.
Nate's eyes widened. "Holy shit, he's into it. Add another, Jace."
"Wait." But Jace did, second finger joining, stretching me. It burned, then melted into this full, buzzing heat. I moaned low. "Fuck you both."
Jace worked them slow, scissoring. "Feel that stretch? That's how you open a virgin hole. Carter's taking it like a champ."
The room spun. Beer, the gym pump, this forbidden shit. My resistance cracked. "Deeper. No, wait."
"Deeper it is." Jace pushed, hitting that spot hard. I arched, dick leaking into the jock pouch.
Nate stripped his shorts. I caught it out of the corner of my eye. He still had his boxer briefs on but the tent in them was not a tent he was trying to hide anymore. "My turn to try. Move over."
Jace pulled out slow. My hole felt empty in a way that pissed me off, because the empty was worse than the full had been. "Yeah? Tag team demo."
I should've stopped it, but Nate's fingers replaced Jace's. Rougher, eager. He didn't have the patience Jace had. He didn't have the technique either. But his hands were bigger and the fingers were thicker and the difference was something I felt all the way up my spine. "Damn, tight as fuck." He probed and I bucked.
"Easy, bro," Jace coached. "Circle first, tease him more."
Nate did, and the push-pull cranked up. Me growling protests while my body begged. Jace watched, stroking himself through his shorts. "Add poppers. Flips 'em every time."
"No fucking poppers." But Jace shoved the bottle under my nose. I inhaled without thinking. Then everything got loud. Then everything got soft. My face went hot. My hole went hotter. The ceiling of Jace's shitty dorm room had a water stain on it shaped like Florida and I noticed it for the first time and then I noticed nothing.
"Now finger him deep," Jace ordered. Nate slammed in two, then three. I yelled, but it was pleasure-pain, my hole greedy now.
"Fuck yeah," Nate groaned, his free hand on my back. "He's clenching like a bitch."
Jace laughed. "Told you. Now watch this." He took over, fingers curling, rubbing relentless. Pre-cum dripped from my dick into the jock pouch, soaking through.
I collapsed to my elbows, ass up. "Oh shit. Don't stop."
"See? He's gone," Jace said. "But we're not done."
He turned to Nate. The grin was different now. Patient, almost.
"Nate. Your turn, bro."
"What?" Nate's hand was still on my back. "Nah, I'm just watching."
"You said you wanted to learn." Jace was already reaching for a fresh glove. "Can't learn the second half on Carter. Hole's open already. You gotta feel it from the start."
"Bro, I'm not."
"You said it yourself. You wanted to see how to hit the spot. I'll show you on you."
Nate looked at me. I was face-down on the comforter, drooling onto Jace's pillow, ass still pushed up in the air like my body had forgotten there was an option to put it down. Whatever face Nate saw on me, it didn't help his case.
"Just demo," he mumbled, but he was already pulling at his waistband. Jace had the bottle of poppers in his other hand, casual, like he was offering a beer.
The night escalated. Fingers became tongues, then toys from Jace's drawer. Poppers hit again, and soon Nate was beside me on all fours, getting the same treatment. "Just demo," he kept saying, but his moans were matching mine inside of a minute, and after a while he stopped saying it.
It was like Jace was working us over one by one. My dick was fully hard and I somehow wanted more.
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