“AYYYY!!!” Sam screamed, sinking the final pong cup, “that’s game boys! Get the fuck off my table!”
His own brothers flipped him the middle finger and downed the rest of their beers before sliding away off to the side.
"Prezzy stays perfect, like always." Sam finished his cup anyway and tossed it off to the side onto the floor to deal with later, or never.
Sam was a college senior and the president of the DK fraternity on campus. The vibe he gave off was a cross between charming, intimidating, and intently masculine. It was a timeless kind of 'cool', an old school handsomeness like a 1950s movie star. Dark black hair, a tan complexion, deep brown eyes, a strong pair of biceps, thick chest, broad shoulders, and a smile that reeked of charm but something twisted with a sleeping aggression.
“Jess! Chalk that up as another point for GG!” He called to his girlfriend, who was the president of the sorority cohosting the party tonight. Her sorority, GG, was competing against a rival sorority, ABP, for an annual trophy that passed to the winner’s house each year.
Tradition was that a fraternity on campus hosted the series of games and this year just happened to be in the basement of the DK house, 2 floors down from Sam’s room. There’d been a ton of questions on how things had lined up so perfectly for one of the sorority president’s boyfriends to be hosting, but Sam and Jess had bulldozed through them, ignoring the massive conflict of interest and daring any loser to raise a stink at their own peril.
“Babe we can’t get points from your random wins again your own frat brothers tonight…” she rolled her eyes at him. “He's such an idiot…” she whispered to her best friend, loud enough for Sam to hear.
She made sure to constantly remind Sam of how little respect she had for him. It was her way of keeping him on his toes and playing hard to get, even well into their relationship. The two of them were extremely independent, together more for the attention that came from the presidents of the top frat and sorority on campus dating each other.
“We’re ready for the next game.” Maddie, president of the ‘enemy’ sorority tonight, at least to Sam and Jess, said sternly. She’d bought into the hype around this tradition, even though the result was fairly obvious given the unfair advantage of where it was being hosted.
“What’s up next? How are we kicking their asses now?” Sam couldn’t help himself from interrupting the girls from both sides, dominating the basement like a jackass, despite the fact that he was supposed to be playing the neutral host.
“Babe, go be like the other boyfriends and drink in the corner!” Jess was almost always annoyed with him and tonight was no different. To her, Sam had one job tonight; to keep the pressure on Maddie's sorority and to shut the fuck up...something he was terrible at.
“Flip cup? 7 on 7?” Maddie said. She was brunette, 5’7”, and known as the full package on campus; attractive and kind, the rarest of traits amongst these groups from Greek life.
“Yep, over there on the other side,” she pointed across the basement, “I’ll get my girls. Your side can set up the table.” Jess commanded more than suggested.
“Will…?” Maddie turned and looked for her boyfriend.
A younger college sophomore at 5’10” and just about 145 pounds, Will had a golden retriever smile, blue eyes, and messy brown hair. He was often aloof, kind like his girlfriend, and a little jittery in his own skin.
Half the campus still couldn’t believe that he’d landed Maddie. They were high school sweethearts, together since Will was a freshman, the age gap now a little more awkward in college given their different life stages. Maddie was close to graduating, while he was in his prime years in the middle of college. He was infatuated with her and was often teased for trailing around like her lap dog. At times, it felt to some people like he was trying to compensate for something with how over the top he could be for her.
“Will, can you set up the table for flip cup!” Maddie yelled, startling him and demanding his attention.
Will rushed up behind her and filled a series of cups, orderly setting them up in perfect sequence for the competition. As the girls lined up to compete, a few guys gathered around to spectate.
“Wait who the fuck are you?” Sam put his hand on Will’s shoulder, putting enough pressure into it to try to intimidate him.
“My boyfriend, Will,” Maddie spoke for him.
“Oh, boyfriends from other frats are allowed in our house now? Let me check…” Sam looked at an imaginary book in his hands, “nope, no fucking way!”
“Chill, dude,” Will said quietly, looking at the ground. “I’m not in Greek life, so they said I could come and help."
Sam squinted at him , “hmm. Weird but okay, fair…” he turned his attention back to the table.
“Survivor style? 7 on 7, and loser drops a person each round?” Jess looked side to side, eyeing up the competition.
Maddie nodded, communicating for her side.
The girls on the far end of the table tapped their plastic solo cups. Down, up, down and the game erupted to life. Both sides threw back drinks after landing a successful flip, their sorority sisters cheering them on, with a couple extra guys from DK on the GG side yelling. ABP won the first round, disappointing two thirds of the room.
Jess seethed when she lost. GG had won 6 years in a row and she knew that it was her reputation on the line if the streak ended tonight. These kinds of competitions and traditions had lived on through decades, flowing through the history of their campus.
She also hated ABP, and especially, Maddie.
“Lucky first round,” Sam again spoke on behalf of his girlfriend, “good guys always win in the end,” he flashed a wink at the girls on the table from GG, who swooned. Jess rolled her eyes.
“Alright, shake it off! That was just luck!” Jess yelled over the music, rallying her girls. “Let’s go! This is our house!”
Sam’s eyebrows crinkled at the notion that his frat’s house was the girls’.
The flip cup game continued, with frantic chaos everywhere in the basement. Drink chugging, cups slamming down and flipping, before moving onto the next girl. Cups slid all over the wet table, some flipping perfectly on the first try, others only after many frustrated attempts.
The table felt slightly less crowded as the game went on, the space between players widening, as it continued down to a four on four tie. The back and forth began again. ABP took the next round. Then GG retaliated. Tie again. Three to three now, the intensity ramping up.
The cheers from the sidelines grew louder as Sam and his guys chugged alongside their girlfriends in the game on the GG side. Jess, eyes narrow and hyper focused, slammed her cup down after a clean flip, staring down the opposing player. Maddie, watching from her end, smiled and continued to maintain a look that was deeply confident.
“About time you hit one,” Jess sneered at a GG girl who’d been struggling.
Sam, who had been lurking nearby, watching the spectacle unfold, started to rejoin the trash talking and team rallying. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed.
“Let’s fucking go ladies! 6 years in a row!” he called out. When an ABP girl missed a flip, he taunted them like an asshole, “you don’t have shit! Worthless losers!” It was rare for frats to be rude to any sororities on campus, always wanting to stay neutral and keep their options open for parties and hookups, but in this case, Sam had set the tone that there could be one group on campus they'd reject, at least this semester.
Will, standing closer to Maddie and the ABP side, felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He hated this part, the meanness that seemed to boil under the surface of Greek life. He just wanted to watch Maddie win, hoping it would be over soon. He offered softer encouragement, feeling out of place amongst the aggressive energy of the other guys.
The match fell to two on two.
It came down to the presidents and their respective best friends. On the GG side, it was Jess, her face flush, sweat dripping from her brow, paired with her friend Abby. For ABP, it was Maddie, composed despite the chaos, and Bridget, breathing heavily but ready.
Sam moved closer, right behind Jess, while Will stood a little further back, near Maddie's shoulder, feeling smaller.
“Alright, Jess,” Maddie’s voice was clear, cutting through the tension. “This is it. 2 on 2.”
Jess glared back, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. She tied her hair back. “7 years incoming…”
“No way,” Maddie continued, a flicker of her usual confidence returning to her eyes, “we’re starting a new streak tonight.”
Jess scoffed, dismissing her. “You’re full of shit, like always.”
Sam laughed, a sharp bark behind Jess. Maddie didn’t react to Sam, keeping her focus on Jess. “You’re that confident, huh?”
She paused, looking between Jess and Sam, her eyes then drifting to Will, standing next to her nervous. A new idea coming to her mind, a new way to ramp up the stakes and embarrass her hated rival sorority. “You know what? If you’re so sure, let’s make it interesting…we should make a wager.”
Jess narrowed her eyes. “A wager? Maddie, you know we can’t wager money. We’d get suspended from campus…” she rolled her eyes.
Maddie waved a hand dismissively. “No, no, not money. Something personal. With real stakes…” She gazed from Jess to Sam to Will. A predatory smile spread across her face, different from her usual, kind expression. It sent a shiver down Will’s spine to see his girlfriend embrace the kind of look he hated to see on people like Sam and Jess.
“Since it’s really just you and me battling it out here…” Maddie said, her voice dropping slightly, making her lean in to hear over the music, “maybe Sam and Will should be involved?”
Will’s heart began to pound. What could that possibly mean? He wasn’t in a fraternity, wasn’t part of this world beyond being Maddie’s boyfriend.
Maddie took a deep breath, her eyes dancing with a daring fury. “Okay, here’s the wager.” She locked eyes with Jess. “Winning side gets bragging rights, the trophy, all that…but the real prize? Let’s put our guys on the 'table'. All of it. Loser’s boyfriend has to…ya know…with the winner’s…”
The basement seemed to fall silent for the four of them. The pulsing music from the speakers faded into the background of Will’s awareness.
“You’re gonna need to be more specific…” Sam said, taking a step closer to the table.
“Fine. Winning boyfriend gets to have some 'fun' with the losing boyfriend. Real stakes…” Maddie held his gaze, daring him on.
WHAT? Will’s face contorted in confusion, his mind reeled. He must have heard her wrong. Winning side’s…boyfriend…does what to the… losing side’s…boyfriend? Him? And Sam? He felt a wave of dizziness, panic flooding his chest.
The idea of doing that with a douchebag like Sam was so far outside his understanding of himself that he got chills just thinking about it. His eyes darted to Maddie, searching her face for a sign that she was joking, that this was some elaborate prank. Her expression was serious and focused.
Then his eyes hung on Sam. Sam’s reaction wasn’t what Will expected. At first, Sam’s confident posture seemed to falter for just a second. His eyebrows went up, and a look of something akin to surprise, maybe even slight disgust, flickered across his face.
“Woah woah woah, okay, that’s not fucking happening.” Sam’s voice was stern. “I don’t want to be on either side of that…no fucking way...” he made an exaggerated face of disgust, but it seemed over the top, as if he were trying to prove something about his own masculinity.
Will was freaking out inside. Sam was terrifying, like the bullies he'd tried to avoid his whole life and, on top of it, he was behind enemy lines in this unknown house of horrors.
But then Sam’s eyes shifted from Maddie to Will. Will knew, in that horrifying moment, that Sam saw how the blood had drained from his face, the way his eyes had gone wide with fear. Sam’s reaction changed instantly. The initial surprise vanished, replaced by something cold. A slow, wide grin spread across Sam’s mouth, much more unsettling than Maddie’s had been. Sam walked a step closer to the table, closer to Jess, closer to Will. His eyes never left Will’s face.
“Actually you know what?” Sam’s voice was smooth and seething with domination. “I think that’s a perfect idea.”
Will’s breath caught in his throat and he thought his vision was going blurry. Sam turned and slung his arm over Jess’ shoulder, kissing her cheek. But his focus remained fixed on Will, a cruel amusement dancing in his dark eyes.
“I’m in,” Sam announced. At this point, only the four of them could hear Sam as he leaned in more and whispered, “and honestly,” his eyes locked onto Will’s, “it’ll be fun to make you my bitch…”
The words were a punch to Will’s gut. Jess slowly nodded, eyeing Sam, who smiled and nodded back, a look of encouragement.
Maddie turned to Will, who felt like he might vomit, “what the fuck are you doing?!” He whispered to her.
“We’re going to win…” Maddie put a hand on his shoulder, pulling him aside.
“But what if you don’t? Or even if you do, you want me to do…that?!” He pointed towards Sam.
Maddie smiled at him, “Will…"
"What?" he replied, feeling flushed.
"What percent...straight...are you?" Maddie said.
"What? What kind of question is that?!" Will panicked.
She took a deep breath. "I've known you forever. I'm not doing this for you, but I don't think you'd hate the idea of me winning here..."
Will’s face flushed with embarrassment. “What? Huh?! I love you!” He was stumbling over his words.
Maddie smiled back, “I love you too. But come on. I don't think my other guy friends' social media feeds have as many shirtless boys on them as yours does...” Will’s face froze in panic. She continued, “it’s okay. I want to win and for them to never forget it. I don't want to 'use' you, but this would be kinda legendary. We can talk more about everything later…” She nodded confidently at her boyfriend, reassuring him as best she could, but the bomb she'd dropped, here in public, rattled him to his core.
Will took a deep breath, in shock, but deciding to worry about what it all meant later. He wasn't sure what to make of her accusation, even if the detail she'd dropped was true. He tried to focus on letting loose, embracing some of the daring competitiveness that everyone else in the house had today. “Okay…let’s win this…” He turned back towards Sam and Jess and stuck out his hand. Sam’s devilish grin returned as he took the 19 year old’s hand and shook it. Sam's grip was rough, sweaty, and extremely strong.
Maddie squeezed Will’s shoulder gently.
“Ready?” she asked, her voice calm but with an edge Will hadn’t heard before.
Will swallowed hard, forcing a nod. “I guess so. Let’s do this.”
“Alright, ladies,” Sam drawled, leaning back against the wall, “time to end this…”
Jess was quick, her wrist flicking with ease. Her partner hammered through her cups, slopping liquid over the side.
“Let’s go!” Jess called out, her cups all landing on the first try.
“Cmon!” Maddie yelled a second later, slamming her empty cup down and reaching for the next.
Maddie’s partner fumbled a flip, the cup spinning off the table. A collective groan went through the small crowd of onlookers that had gathered.
“Get ready Willy!” Sam taunted.
“BOOM!” Sam roared, as Jess finished their team’s last cup, pushing off the wall and high-fiving Jess. “One more!” He shot a look at Will, his grin wider than ever. “Get ready for daddy, kid!”
Will flinched, a wave of nausea washing over him. “Not over yet,” Maddie said meekly.
They reset the cups. This time, as the music pulsed, Maddie seemed to find a different gear. Her movements were sharper, her flips cleaner. Jess’ side was still fast, but Maddie was quicker. In the blink of eye it was 1 on 1. Will felt a fragile flicker of hope. Just one more game. One more win, and this nightmare would be over. Sam still looked confident, like he fully expected to win and to collect his humiliated prize.
They agreed on 3 cups each and began. Jess seemed nervous, her movements less fluid than in the first round, while Maddie was a machine. Calm, precise, and fast. All attention was on the four of them. Maddie and Jess traded quick flips on their first two cups before both missing their first attempt at the winning cup. Maddie brought it back to the edge of the table, her wrist coiling back.
The cup spun, a perfect rotation, landing squarely on the rim. Upright. A cheer erupted on her side as Maddie threw her hands up, a triumphant grin splitting her face. Will felt a wave of relief wash over him. They won. Maddie won.
He turned to Maddie, ready to hug her, when he saw Sam’s face. The cocky grin was completely gone. His mouth was slightly open. His eyes, wide and fixed on the winning cup, slowly scanned to Maddie, then to Will. The realization hit him like a train.
As Jess’ side began to disperse in shame, she approached Maddie. “Okay, congratulations, fair and square, you won. But obviously the shit with the guys was just a joke…”
“Shut up, Jess,” Sam snapped, cutting her off. His eyes were still wide, but they were no longer looking at the cup or Maddie. They were locked on Will. Sam’s expression shifted rapidly, from shock to one of peace at his predicament. The color had drained from his face. He took a breath, his chest rising and falling unevenly. He walked a slow circle around the table, his eyes never leaving Will.
“Alright,” Sam said finally, his voice low, almost gravelly. He stopped directly in front of Will. Will braced himself, unsure if some kind of humiliation or even a punch was coming.
Sam swallowed hard, “I don't back down if I shook a guy's hand." The words sounded hollow and empty, laced with anxiety of what he was agreeing to. He looked past Will for just a fraction of a second, towards the stairs leading up from the basement before his eyes snapped back.
“Come on,” Sam said, his voice barely above a whisper, “come upstairs.”
He turned abruptly and walked towards them, his posture stiff, leaving Will standing stunned in the middle of the basement.
Will’s mind reeled. Upstairs? He looked at Maddie, who gave him a small nod that it was okay. She probably didn't actually expect anything to actually happen. He felt a knot in his stomach from the anxiety of wondering whether Sam was just setting him up...but there was also a glimmer of excitement at the potential that he wasn’t...something Maddie had alluded to that he couldn't fully deny to himself.
Taking a shaky breath, Will turned and followed Sam towards the stairs, leaving the noise and tension of the basement behind. The party continued, but for the guys, it had just entered a terrifyingly different phase.
Will slowly made his way up the stairs, passing the curious eyes of frat guys wondering who he was and why he was following Sam. The house was dated and a mess, with beer cans scattered everywhere, and every single room filled with the smell of sweat and unclean everything
He followed Sam up the worn, wooden stairs to the second floor, each creak sounding like they'd break beneath their feet. They made their way down a long hallway lined with closed doors and names carved or drawn on the walls along the way.
Will kept his eyes fixed on the back of Sam’s tank top, the way it stretched over his broad, muscular shoulders. There were a few tiny strands of hair at the top, just below his hairline. He was practically oozing masculinity.
He hated Sam for it. Hated his arrogance, his toxic masculinity, the way he’d dismissed all these people he viewed as 'less than' earlier tonight. But in this light, without hearing him run his mouth, he looked absolutely ripped, a sculpted jock with two rock hard biceps on each side. Sam had a physical presence to him that Will, at 5'9" with only about 145 pounds of friendly aloofness, usually tried to steer clear of in his friends. Sam just felt intimidating; like the kind of person Will could never imagine being 'nice' in any kind of setting.
Sam stopped outside one of the doors, fumbling for keys. "This is it," he said flatly, lacking his usual swagger. He pushed the door open and stepped aside to reveal another stairwell that went up to a loft on the third floor, the only room in the finished attic, that was reserved for the president.
Will hesitated at the threshold, worried that he was walking into a dangerous trap. What were the chances that an alpha like Sam was actually going to go through with this?
“I’m not gonna bite,” Sam said sarcastically, but also in an attempt to lower the temperature just slightly.
Sam's room was exactly as Will would’ve guessed based on every stereotype from movies. Clothes piled up on a chair and the floor, half-eaten chip bags bunched up on the desk, beer cans were sprawled about everywhere, and a game console sat on the floor in front of a 75 inch TV mounted on the wall.
"Nice place," Will said, the sarcasm unintentional.
Sam shrugged, tossing his keys onto the desk. "It's a frat house dude. What did you expect?" He ran a hand through his dark, wavy hair. "It still blows my mind you're not in Greek life."
Will bristled internally, “some of us don’t need it to make friends…”
Sam leaned against the closed door, crossing his arms. The tank top pulled tighter across his chest. "Yeah instead you have your high school sweetheart bossing you around, I’m sure all your friends are just her friends, am I right?” he smirked.
"Maybe…" Will shrugged nervously, unable to refute the harsh but true jab.
Will avoided direct eye contact, letting his gaze drift over the room. Surprisingly, the bed was made and there were a few glass bottles of cologne spread across the top of the dresser. On the wall were pictures of his friends, many of whom Will had seen downstairs.
"Look," Sam said, his voice dropping a little. "This is…fucking weird. Right?"
Will finally looked at him. Sam’s eyes were dark brown, intense. "Yeah. It's weird. Really weird..."
"Cool, see? We can agree on something. Our girls are crazy." Sam pushed off the door. He walked over to the cluttered desk and threw a few papers and a stale beer can into the trash bin.
"Jess…I barely even like her. It’s just convenient…” Sam leaned back on his desk, looking cool.
"Maddie came up with the idea though…" Will offered in fairness, still surprised and a little sad she offered him up like this. The idea of doing anything that felt like it compromised their relationship was terrifying. Yet, here he was.
“Yeah what’s that about? What kinda girlfriend would do that?” Sam said.
Will squirmed thinking about where their relationship might go from here. Maddie clearly knew about the shirtless guys that dotted his social media and maybe even the constant questions about sexuality that he’d researched on his computer in high school. Maybe she'd suspected something all along. Maybe their entire relationship wasn't as stable and perfect as he told himself.
Sam turned back, facing him fully now. "So. These...terms." He didn’t sound like the swaggering frat president anymore, but instead uncomfortable and nervous.
"Yeah. The terms," Will repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. His heart was pounding. He could feel a blush creeping up his neck.
"Stupidest thing I’ve ever agreed to," Sam muttered, running a hand over his face, “look, I'm a man of my word, okay?" His gaze fixed on Will, searching. "You're...I mean, you're straight, right? You have a girlfriend so…”
Will swallowed. He could just say yes, absolutely, straight as an arrow, this is insane, let's just not do this. But the words caught in his throat.
He thought of the confusing jumble of feelings he’d been having. Feelings that Maddie had alluded to knowing about a few minutes ago. Will thought of Maddie, and a pang of guilt pierced through him, but underneath, his curiosity was surging.
"I...yeah. I mean, I have Maddie. I'm totally in love with Maddie," Will started, needing to affirm that truth, needing to say it out loud, maybe for himself as much as for Sam. He looked down at his hands, twisting his fingers. "But..."
Sam waited, silent and still, and curled his eyebrows upward.
Will took a deep breath. "I've never done anything. With a guy. Obviously." He risked a glance at Sam’s face and saw a flicker of something unreadable. "But…I don't know. I’m not not curious." He felt exposed, knowing Sam could destroy him with this information.
Silence stretched. Sam didn’t laugh, didn’t mock him. He didn’t immediately recoil. He looked at Will, his expression softening from annoyance to something closer to understanding. "Curious, huh?" he said, his voice lower now.
"Yeah," Will confirmed, nodding tightly, “just...curious what it would be like."
“With me?” Sam’s grin slowly came back.
Will felt his face heat up. "I...I didn’t say that. I mean, you're a guy who’s here. Because of the bet. And...I…uhh…and you’re…uhh…” He trailed off, unable to say and you're hot, even if you're an asshole.
“I grew up with a gay dude in the family.” Sam stated matter-of-factly out of nowhere.
“Wait…huh?” Will was taken aback.
“My older bro. He's gay. He didn’t come out to me until he was like 24. So I get it, you’re figuring stuff out.” Sam shrugged.
Will looked at him like he’d just transformed into a totally different person. It didn't at all fit the backstory he'd concocted for Sam in his head.
Sam made an annoyed face, “I’m not some monster, you asshole. You don’t know the first fucking thing about me.”
Will blinked back some of his anxiety, finally letting his guard down and feeling guilty for being so judgmental, “sorry okay…uhh, well, cool.” He didn’t know what else to say.
Sam gave a short, humorless laugh. "Dude, I've hooked up with...a lot of girls. Only girls. Never even considered...this." He gestured vaguely between them. He paused, eyeing up Will, "but seeing you all flustered and admitting you're curious...I don’t know…I’m intrigued now. And that bet..." He shook his head, a faint smile returning. "I’m a big believer in sticking to your word when you lose…even one this terrible…” But the way Sam had said terrible, with a smirk and chuckle, was clearly a joke.
There was no doubt that Sam wouldn't have signed up for this, but he didn't seem as disgusted as Will would expect, given his stature on campus. Will's temporary hatred was dulled by the unexpected moment of connection.
"So," Sam repeated, stepping a little closer. "I said I'm a man of my word. The wager was you…uhh…" He paused, his gaze flicking down to Will's mouth, then back up to his eyes. "What do you want that to mean, dude?"
Will’s mind raced. Sam was giving him the choice and offering himself up as Maddie had earned for him. He looked at Sam again, really studying his classic handsomeness, his defined muscles everywhere, his tan, olive skin.
Before he could second-guess himself, Will took a step forward. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the soft cotton of Sam’s tank top near his collarbone. Sam went still, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. Will’s hand trembled a little as he slid his fingers under the strap and pulled it up over Sam’s head. He did the same on the other side, his eyes fixed on Sam’s chest as it was revealed.
Sam clearly had a naturally hairy chest based on the light stubble all over it, but seemed to keep it shaven, and it looked like he’d done so in the last two or three days.
Will traced the line of stubble with his fingertip, feeling the heat radiating from Sam’s skin, the hard muscle beneath. He looked up at Sam's face. His lips were parted slightly, his brown eyes dark and unreadable.
Will’s gaze traveled lower, over chiseled abs and to his athletic shorts. Will knelt slowly, not taking his eyes off Sam, his heart hammering. He reached out and tugged gently at the waist band, hesitating to make sure he wasn’t about to be shoved backwards.
Sam didn’t move but looked surprised. He’d lost so he expected to be doing these things to Will, not the other way around. Will looked up at him for approval, which Sam gave with a millimeter of a nod back.
Will carefully pulled the shorts down Sam’s muscular legs, revealing his underwear – dark green, simple briefs. Sam’s legs were also toned and tan, but much hairier than his shaved chest.
Will took deep breaths and studied Sam’s body. It was the closest he’d been to another guy like this. It was so different than his own and especially a girl’s. Strong muscle on his upper body, the thick, but rock solid muscles under his thighs, and the curly dark hair down his legs.
Will’s hands lingered on Sam’s thighs for a second, curling the soft, prickly leg hair in his fingers, before reaching for Sam’s underwear. He peeled them down slowly, exposing Sam’s hips that wrapped on either side of his lower abdomen and a strong V line. Down the middle was a perfectly maintained but dark happy trail leading down to similarly trimmed pubes. And then, finally, Sam's penis.
Will paused, face to face with another man’s dick for the first time. Even if he wasn’t an expert, he was sure that Sam was already at least half-hard, based on the look of it. Will curiously eyed it, wondering what it meant that he seemed aroused. He watched as it continued to rise, an erection separating the tension between them.
“It’s bigger than mine,” Will found himself saying unconsciously, interested in exploring his sexuality, and for some reason suddenly feeling very comfortable with Sam. He looked up at Sam and held his gaze, breathing deeply in and out.
“Yeah? Cool. It’s like seven I think…” Sam put his hands on his hips, proud of his cut cock pointing out towards Will’s face.
Will swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry, “can I? Please?”
“Are you sure? Fair is fair and I feel like this is more what we would’ve been doing if Jess had won…”
Will reached out a hand, hesitant, and enclosed the shaft. It was warm, firm, and heavy in his grip. He stroked it gently, feeling veins and a rougher texture that matched Sam’s toxic energy.
Sam let out a low groan, closing his eyes for a moment, his head tipping back slightly.
“Mmhmmm," he breathed out, his voice raspy.
Will leaned forward, hesitating for just a second, the image of Maddie flashing briefly in his mind. He easily shook it from his head, opened his mouth, and took Sam’s tip in, tasting a musk that reminded him of the fraternity basement.
He moved his mouth down the shaft, exploring and feeling the texture of each and every bulging vein on his tongue. Sam’s hands found Will’s head, gently guiding him down further, his breath coming in short gasps. He moaned at a deep octave, a sound of pleasure that vibrated deep in Will’s chest.
"Fuck," Sam mumbled, his voice thick with feeling. "Shit, it actually feels good…” He was surprised he was so into this with a guy.
Will paused, lifting his head slightly, looking up at Sam's face. His eyes were half-closed, his jaw clenched, his face flushed.
"Yeah?" Will prompted, his own voice a little shaky.
Sam opened his eyes, meeting Will’s gaze. He ran a hand through Will’s messy brown hair. "Yeah, it feels...really good. I didn't...I mean, I'm straight. But yeah it feels like you’re more into it than girls are…” He said the last part almost to himself, as if trying to process everything.
Will lifted his mouth, lingering at the tip of Sam’s still hard cock and flicked his tongue out of his mouth, showing Sam how he was lapping up the pre cum off the head. It was instinctual.
Sam’s eyes widened as he looked down at the 19 year old worshipping his cock, unlike he’d ever seen a girl do.
“This is messed up…” Sam said.
Will tilted his head, confused and anxious. “Messed up? What?”
“No no, not that you’re doing this,” Sam clarified, a small laugh escaping him. “Well, maybe a little. You won. Your girl won. The terms were…well uhh. And here you are, going down on me.” He pulled Will up gently by the hair, just enough for them to meet eyes again. “It feels…backwards. Like I’m the one who won, and you’re playing the loser role.”
Will hesitated, not wanting to admit that at this point he felt like a massive winner for having the chance to suck a hot frat president’s cock.
Sam scrunched his face, wanting to say something but clearly knowing he might regret it. “Ughh fuck. Fair is fair, Will. You won. You have to get something..
He dropped his hand and took a step back, extending it towards Will. “Come on.”
Will’s felt his heart rate pickup and took Sam’s hand, following him to his bed. As he walked, he got a glimpse of two tan, furry, and well-built cheeks on Sam’s backside as they jiggled around.
"Okay," Sam said, his tone becoming more decisive, trying to override his own discomfort. "Let's...uhh…you need to lose the clothes."
Will swallowed hard. “Uhhhh okay," Will managed, feeling a flush starting at his neck. He fumbled with the button on his jeans.
Sam reached out, his movements gentle but firm, stopping Will’s hands. "Let me," he said softly.
Will froze, his breath catching in his throat. Sam reached down and expertly unbuttoned Will’s jeans, then lowered the zipper. His fingers brushed Will’s waist as he did it. He pulled his jeans down and fully off his legs, tossing them into a corner of the room on the floor.
Next came the tee. Sam reached up and lifted it off, leaving Will in his boxers, feeling exposed under Sam’s gaze. He crossed his arms over his chest instinctively.
Sam didn’t say anything, just looked him over, his eyes lingering on Will's skinny chest, his slim arms, his soft midsection. Will felt himself squirm internally. Was Sam comparing the two of them?
“I think you’re what my bro calls a twink.” Sam chuckled. Will raised one eyebrow, confused.
Finally, Sam’s gaze dropped lower, to Will's boxers. He reached out and hooked a thumb into the waistband. “Can I?,” he murmured.
Will nodded, unable to speak. Sam slowly pulled the boxers down, revealing Will’s lower body. Will squeezed his eyes shut for a second, bracing himself. He knew what Sam was seeing. His smaller frame, the pale, shaven and hairless skin compared to Sam’s tanned and manly body. And his dick that felt pathetically small next to Sam’s.
He heard Sam take a quiet breath. Will slowly opened his eyes, forcing himself to look. Sam’s eyes were fixed on Will's package, on the smooth skin surrounding it. There was no flicker of disgust, no smirk of judgment.
Sam’s hand was still on Will’s hip. He slowly ran his thumb across Will’s lower abdomen, then down towards the base of Will’s stomach, gently tracing where there might be a line of hair on another guy. His touch was light, exploratory.
Sam’s expression was neutral, perhaps a touch curious. He didn’t comment on the size, or anything really.
“I feel like it’s ‘prettier’ than mine,” Sam said, his voice quiet.
Will felt some of the tension drain out of him, “what does that even mean?!” He couldn’t help but laugh.
“Don’t know honestly. But I’ve seen the other guys’ dicks after a shower and they’re all hairy and just look gross. Yours doesn’t look like that…”
Sam reached out a hand and gripped Will’s dick, wasting no time in beginning to stroke it. Will watched him, feeling a stir in his groin, acutely aware of the contrast between Sam's manly body and his softer one. Sam leaned forward slightly, bringing his head closer. He lowered his face, and Will felt the sudden warmth of Sam’s mouth close around the tip of his dick.
It was a strange sensation. Sam wasn’t really moving, just covering the head, exploring the shape and texture without using his tongue. Will could feel the soft brush of Sam’s facial stubble against his thighs.
Sam pulled back slightly, then went down again, a little further this time, his mouth covering the shaft for an inch or two before pulling back. He seemed to be trying to figure out what to do. There wasn’t the smooth, rhythmic motion Will had attempted on Sam.
Will looked down and saw slight tension in Sam's shoulders, the careful way he was holding his head. It hit Will then – Sam wasn't enjoying this like he had. He was just trying this best for Will.
“You okay?” Will asked, his voice soft.
Sam paused, lifting his head. He looked up at Will, his eyes serious. “Yeah,” he said, and Will thought he detected a faint hint of something tentative in his expression. “Just…uhh…trying to figure this out.”
He lowered his head again, his mouth enclosing more of Will’s shaft this time. He started to move his head slightly, a slow motion. But it still felt careful. Like Sam was trying to perform a chore. Will could feel the slight drag of Sam’s teeth occasionally. It wasn’t hitting any of the right spots or building any real heat inside him despite the psychological high.
He gently placed a hand on Sam’s cheek and pulled him off of his penis. Sam lifted his head, looking up at Will with questioning eyes.
“Sam,” Will said, his voice quiet but firm. “Stop. It’s okay.”
Sam paused, his eyes searching Will’s face. “I’m sorry dude I’m trying to get into it.” he admitted, his voice betraying a hint of embarrassment.
Will shook his head. “it’s okay. Seriously.” He paused for a second then pushed forward. “Can I…can I do you instead? Again?”
Sam blinked, “I mean…of course you can…it felt amazing…”
“Cool,” Will said, feeling a surge of renewed confidence now that he was taking control of the situation. “Can you finish in my mouth? And maybe…you could uhh…jerk me off?”
Sam shimmied up to the top of his bed, lying back on a pillow next to Will, smiling, “fuck yeah man…to both.” He added a wink at the end.
Will turned his body to give Sam access with his right hand to Will’s penis and enclosed Sam’s dick in his mouth again. This time, he felt confident and had a burst of extra adrenaline from the feeling of Sam’s unpredictable rubbing on his dick. What Sam lacked in enthusiasm for oral, he more than made up for in how much effort he was putting in to give Will the best handjob of his life.
Will sucked onto Sam’s throbbing, earthy cock with every ounce of energy he had. Every time he heard a deep, masculine, moan escape Sam’s mouth, it only motivated him to try to go deeper.
Sam’s left hand came up, resting lightly on Will’s head, guiding the rhythm. Will suddenly felt Sam’s hand hold his head in place.
“Tell me if this is too much. Hold still…” Sam’s hips started to thrust at warp speed, piston fucking Will’s mouth from below as Will simply held still and gave him free use. The noises were crazy, the sound of slobbering as Sam’s thick dick destroyed Will’s mouth. Sam finished the ten second burst by pushing all seven inches (18 cm) of his dick down Will’s throat until Sam’s pubes hit his lips.
“AGGHHH,” Will gagged and came off of Sam’s dick, spitting up saliva all over the older guy’s groin and gasping for air.
“Ugh FUCK dude I’m sorry, I got carried away that felt so fucking good.” Sam said, massaging Will’s hair like the good boy he was.
Will smiled up at him over his panting for air, and dove back in, taking as much of Sam into his mouth as he could tolerate, trying to deep throat him when he could.
He worked his mouth up and down the shaft, his tongue swirling around the head, feeling the ridges and sensitivity there. He could feel himself getting near the end as Sam kept stroking him. “Sam I’m really close…”
Sam’s grip on Will’s penis head tightened, his breath coming ragged and fast. “Me too,” Sam gasped, “let’s bust together..”
Will kept going, fueled by the sound of Sam’s pleasure and the upward thrusts starting to come from his hips. He was completely focused on Sam, on bringing him pleasure. But as Sam’s body tensed, preparing for release, Will felt Sam’s hand somehow speed up even further and, with it, he felt the wave of an orgasm hit him too.
Sam let out a loud, aggressive groan, his hips arching up off the bed and pushing his cock deeper into Will’s mouth. “Oh fuck…I'm gonna bust in your mouth! Now!”
At that exact moment, feeling the first drops of salty semen hitting his tongue, Will whimpered onto Sam’s cock and shot ropes of cum into Sam’s hand with one burst flying into the air and hitting Sam’s cheek.
Will kept his mouth on Sam, working him with his lips and tongue, sucking down floods of pungent frat boy juice as they both moaned and released. The taste was overwhelmingly salty and the liquid was thick and pungent, befitting the masculine boy it belonged to.
Will pulled back from Sam’s spent penis, panting and exhausted. He looked at Sam whose right hand was completely covered in stickiness and whose right cheek had a thick glob of Will’s cum that had landed on it.
“Well, fuck...” Sam used his left hand to wipe his cheek, “ew, ew, ew, this is gross!!” He laughed, letting his guard down and being more silly, and also shaking his head, disgusted, but mostly finding the situation hilarious.
“Sorry!!” Will apologized for hitting him and sat up.
“Get me something to wipe your jizz off!”
Will popped up and scrambled to the pile of dirty clothes, grabbing an old tattered shirt and helping Sam wipe himself off.
“You can keep that shirt,” Sam said, “that or I’m gonna burn it tomorrow anyway...” he smiled at Will.
Will sat back on the bed, cross legged and still naked, his butt near Sam’s pillow.
“Dude can you get your bare fucking ass off my bed? At least lay down so your cheeks aren’t spread on my pillow, giving me pink eye!” Sam smacked Will’s shoulder as he laid down on his side.
“Sorry!!! I promise I'm clean!” Will panicked.
He finally understood Sam’s appeal. He was clearly a sarcastic jerk, but it seemed mostly in jest, like a permanent state of flirting. It was obvious that in the right setting, with the right person, he was a completely different person. No less raunchy or masculine, but clearly caring.
“What do we tell the girls?” Will asked, both of them still nude.
“Who the fuck knows man. I should probably break up with Jess anyway. You’re probably fucked though with your situation…” Sam opened his wide to signal he was not envious of Will's situation.
Will felt the guilt rush back. He wasn’t nervous of Maddie being angry at him, especially since she’s the reason this happened after all. But he was worried about how much he liked sucking Sam’s dick.
“So…did I help you figure anything out?” Sam asked, curiously eyeing Will as their dicks slowly retreated to a soft state.
“Yeah. Definitely like guys too I think it’s fair to say,” Will couldn’t believe he was admitting it to a guy that an hour ago he hated with a passion, “how bout you?”
“Good, cool. Wait, what about me?” Sam questioned.
“Figure anything new out?” Will asked, curious.
Sam let out a little laugh, “yeah I guess that I’m at least 1% gay because that was fun. But probably not 2% because I don’t need to suck a dick ever again...”
They laughed and laid back, not rushing to get back to the party downstairs and both feeling their most at ease all night, even naked.
Their bodies couldn’t have been more different. Sam was a muscular, tanned, man with hair lining his legs, groin, and ass. Next to him, Will was a pale, slim, smooth, adorable golden retriever of a guy.
Sam sighed. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this but…would you want to come over this week?” Sam asked Will, who was shocked by the offer.
“To...hang out?” Will asked timidly.
“Yeah...you’re not so bad...” Sam smiled at him.
“Are you...being serious?” Will’s eyes narrowed.
“Yes William, I’m not fucking with you…” Sam rolled his eyes.
“Okay yeah. That’d be cool. As long as you aren’t going to try to get me to rush your frat…” Will smirked, feeling a little cheekier, now.
“Oh man, shut the fuck up!” Sam playfully pushed him, “put some clothes on! I don’t need to keep looking at your bare ass in my bed!” His words seemed harsh but it was obvious from his delivery that he was more than comfortable with Will’s body being so close and exposed.
As they both dressed, Sam eyed him up one last time, “your girlfriend seemed comfortable with you doing this, right?” I nodded in response. “That’s cool man. Not sure if that was a one time pass but if it wasn’t, I think I have a friend in the house here in your grade who might be open to a repeat of this if you’re interested…”
He raised his eyebrows, curiously, “like someone who’s gay?”
Sam chuckled, “not exactly. But he’s a wild dude and if I tell him how good you suck cock, I think he’d be interested…for what it’s worth, he’s on the soccer team…”
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