It took a few days for Sam to give the green light to Will that he was officially ‘in’ the frat, but that at least gave him time to pack his things and notify campus housing that he was moving off campus. Sam texted him Saturday night that he was good to go Sunday to move in.
Sunday morning, Sam sent a text bright and early at 8AM
Ready? We’re coming over to help
In the car, Sam and Ethan yawned as they drove through the quiet streets just off campus that turned even more deserted near the dorms, with young college students sound asleep after a Saturday night.
“You’re sure about this?” Ethan asked in his usual relaxed voice.
“I’m sure.” Sam kept it short and sweet.
“You wanna tell me what’s really going on?” He had historically been the only one to get anything of substance out of his ‘big’. It’s why it was obvious for Sam when it came time to pick his ’little’ mentee in the frat.
“Nope.” Sam turned and smiled at him, a big dumb grin that made Ethan roll his eyes.
“And you’re sure it didn’t have anything to do with you two hooking up?” Ethan was comfortable in his own skin and found it much easier to talk about the complex sexual experiences college could bring.
Sam thought long and hard about how to respond, even considered pushing back on the idea that what they’d done counted as “hooking up”, before sternly giving a quick shake of his head side to side.
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At his dorm, Will’s face lit up in a panic when he got the text, as he scrambled to get dressed and finish packing up his stuff. A dirty pickup truck that looked like it’d recently been off roading pulled up to the visitor spot in front of his dorm, Sam and a taller, slimmer guy getting out. The other guy had a stoic, calm demeanor about him as he walked towards the door. His hair was short, only a bit longer than a buzzcut and jet black. Will sent Sam instructions to get to his dorm
“Ay, you ready?” Sam entered through the open door.
“Yeah you caught me off guard though. Since when do you wake up this early?” Will finished throwing his last things into a suitcase.
“He doesn’t usually…” the taller guy rolled his eyes again, his favorite pastime with Sam.
“Will…this is my little, Ethan,” Sam beckoned between them. Will shook Ethan’s pale, almost delicate, hand, looking up at him standing at least 6’4” (193 cm) but probably weighing less than Sam, not necessarily skinny per se but very lean. He had a more ‘pretty boy’ face than Chase and Sam, handsome less because of bulky muscles and more because he would be extremely attractive regardless of how his body changes over time.
“Hey man. I’ve heard a lot about you,” Ethan glanced around the room, taking it in.
Will gave Sam a nervous look, trying to glean just how much Ethan had heard.
Sensing the question hanging in the air, Sam stayed true to his recent word about honesty, “Yes Will he means that he knows you gargled my dick. I told you we’re all transparent with each other…”
Will gritted his teeth, feeling embarrassed, and felt his face flush. The last thing he needed was to move into the house just to be known for this.
“It’s cool dude, I don’t give a shit. Whatever you guys are into,” Ethan flashed a small grin to tease Sam, but genuinely wanted to show Will that he had his support. Sam scoffed at ‘you guys’.
“So…” Will wanted to change the subject, “how did it go talking to the fraternity about me joining like this?”
“Not great…” Ethan responded. Sam shot him a dirty look.
“We put it to a vote,” Sam started, “it passed. That’s all that matters.”
“How close was it?” Will looked between them.
“Close…” Ethan answered for Sam. Sam again shot him a dirty look, wishing he would stay quiet.
“Look, it’s just really abnormal to get to skip the rushing process,” Sam explained, “some guys were just pissed off because you didn’t have to deal with a bunch of gross and horrible shit like we did. Very few people were against it for any actual reason.” Will wondered what those ‘actual reasons’ were.
“The important thing is that the important people,” Sam gestured between himself and Ethan, “we all voted yes.”
That was a bit reassuring for Will, “okay cool. If there’s anything I can do to prove that I should be there I’m open to whatever!”
“Don’t volunteer for anything with this group, just take the automatic bid man…trust me…” Ethan shook his head and chuckled.
“Who are the, uh, important people, anyway?” Will asked.
“Well…” Sam counted out fake numbers on his fingers, “me, obviously. I’m numero uno as el presidente…then you have Chase, who’s our current social chair AKA party planner…you obviously met him already…”
Will felt his face flush again. He glanced at Ethan to try to figure out if he knew about that too, gleaning nothing from the taller guy.
“Then you have Nate, but we call him Dexter or Dex cause he’s our resident accountant basically!” Sam explained.
Ethan shook his head, “he’s the treasurer, Sam. Just say treasurer."
Sam shrugged, “Ethan is our mom apparently. But he also runs our volunteer and community stuff. And last, there’s Diego, who is kinda my right hand in running the show. And all 5 of us voted yes!” Sam finished counting.
“Oh, so Diego is the VP kinda?” Will asked, finishing the last bits of packing.
Ethan filled in the details, “he’s kinda like the VP in the day to day. He does all the boring stuff to keep things moving because Sam sucks ass at that. Allen is the actual VP…”
“We don’t need to talk about him, that guy fucking sucks,” Sam brushed off the topic and grabbed some of Will’s things.
“Did he vote no?” Will asked.
“Yeah but he’d vote no on world peace man, the dude sucks. Biggest mistake this group has ever made…” Sam said.
Ethan filled in more detail, “Sam and Allen’s pledge class was split into two cliques. Like 75% of the guys followed Sam and the other quarter followed Allen. Every class since has been more like 50/50 though in the younger ranks. We all get along fine, Sam is just a whiny bitch.”
“Shut up, little.” Sam rolled his eyes at Ethan, who grinned back. Will found himself most interested in wanting to learn more about how Sam and Ethan ended up paired together. They were polar opposites; Sam a feisty gym bro and an extroverted dickhead, who had this hidden, tender heart, while Ethan seemed stoic, grounded, and really put together. He also just generally looked cleaner and more presentable than Chase or Sam ever did.
“Aight time to leave Willy. Let’s go upend my privacy for your shit!” Sam said, clasping Will's shoulder.
They rolled in just after noon and Will was surprised to find that the couch had already been removed in the corner of Sam’s room, replaced by a twin bed as promised. Pushed up against the window to save floor space, Will realized that him and Sam would have a view laying on their sides right at each other, just about 8 or so feet of space separating them every night. Will threw his stuff down on the bed and looked around at the mess around the room.
“Can I clean our room this week?” Will asked.
“Huh? You want to clean?” Sam eyed him like he it was a trick.
“I think what he meant to say was yes he’d appreciate that…” Ethan was like a respect translator for Sam.
“Yeah I think it’ll make me feel like I’m pulling my weight since you let me stay in here.”
“Whatever man! But don’t expect us to split chores or anything! You can use that dresser in the other corner, I’ve never needed it. You know about the game system - I always have dibs if I want to play but otherwise you can use it - then over here, this door is the bathroom.”
He opened the door on the far side, the bathroom having a small bathroom with one sink, a toilet out in the open, and a glass see-through shower.
“We’re sharing that?” Will thought it was almost too small for even one of them. And it certainly didn’t lend itself to privacy.
“Yes William. I promise I will keep it clean mom…”
“Okay, okay!!” Will said.
“Will…you swallowed my cum. What privacy could you possibly need?” Sam grinned.
Will’s eyes were wide open and shocked.
Sam continued, “just be glad you aren’t sharing a bathroom with one of the oafs downstairs. That would definitely make you straight again in five minutes…”
All three of them chuckled. Will saw how relaxed Ethan was at Sam’s embarrassing words about their previous adventures, so he tried to embrace that same comfortability with everything being out in the open.
“Okay cool. Ethan where’s your room?” Will asked.
“Oh uh no I don’t live here. I was fine staying off campus in an apartment nearby.”
“We’re too messy for pretty boy over here,” Sam again rolled his eyes.
“Oh okay. Who does live here then?”
“Dude you know what, I take it back. Your task this week to prove you belong is you need to go meet all the guys!” Sam said, triumphantly.
“Okay I’m game for that. How many people live here?”
“Officially or unofficially?” Ethan said in a way that made clear he was annoyed by the answer.
“Well…” Sam again did his fake finger counting, “I’d say officially, now with you, there are officially 10. 4 double rooms on the second floor then mine up here which used to be a presidential privilege as a single...unofficially most of those doubles have 3 guys living in there throughout the year so probably more like 14 now. Plus all the guys that crash on couches and shit after parties, which, by the way, people will probably be pissed to be losing that couch in here for that…”
Will’s head was spinning trying to keep up with all the details, “okay well let’s strategize who I can start with later!” He was excited to get to a point of feeling like he might actually fit in.
Sam and Will spent the rest of the evening figuring out how to break up space in the room, cleaning up the trash that Sam had left everywhere for months, washing Sam’s sheets for the first time in ‘a while’, and unpacking Will’s things. By the time they finished and ate takeout, it was already after 11:00.
“I’m gonna shower before bed. Just do whatever I guess since it’s, like, your room too now…” Sam shifted around awkwardly, so used to having this private space to himself, and went into the bathroom, closing the door.
Will tidied up his sheets as the shower started in the bathroom. His ears perked up as the sound of the water got louder.
“Hey…” Sam called to him in just a towel with the door now open, “so I usually shower with this door open because the bathroom gets too steamy otherwise. I was gonna try with the door shut but it’s hot as balls in here. So uhh…yeah.”
With one motion, Sam turned around and dropped his towel to get back into the shower.
Will got his first true long look at Sam’s tan, bubbly peach, and its layer of fuzz. It matched his hairier legs and made for a thin layer of dark fur, somewhat just like an actual peach.
His butt jiggled as he walked back in and Will felt goosebumps, realizing the glass shower door did nothing to hide whoever was inside. He’d never thought much about a guy’s butt before but seeing Sam’s sent a thrill to his groin. He couldn’t even explain why it drew him in, it just looked soft, meaty, warm, and intimately part of Sam.
Will watched as Sam soaped up his thick biceps, before moving onto his chest, which had grown its thin hair back.
The warm light from the bathroom spilled out into their dark room, lighting up the bathroom with a clear view. Will's heart raced as he watched Sam's muscular body through the glass shower door. The water cascaded over Sam's broad shoulders, down his chest, and over his solid abs. Will's eyes were drawn to the light stubble that covered Sam's chest and stomach. He couldn't help but imagine running his fingers through it.
As Sam continued washing himself, Will found himself growing more and more aroused. Unable to resist any longer, Will slipped his hand down the front of his pants, feeling his dick begging for touch. He began to stroke himself gently, his eyes never leaving the captivating scene in the bathroom. As Sam washed his back, Will took the opportunity to slide his shorts and underwear down just enough to free his hard dick.
Will's stroking quickened as Sam's hands moved lower to the front of his body. Sam turned just enough to the side for a view of him gently washing his penis, running soap through light pubes and pulling at his soft dick, cleaning the head. Will’s breathing intensified as his hand moved faster on himself. With a gasp just a minute or two into touching himself, Will looked down at his own dick and moaned as it spit up warm semen into his other hand.
Panicked, Will jumped up from his bed, quickly grabbing a tissue to clean himself off. As he hurried to the trash, he looked up and made eye contact with Sam, who had just stepped out of the shower. Will looked down to his exposed, semi-hard dick, glazed over with cum, and a tissue in his hand.
“I…” Will didn’t know what to say.
Sam laughed and shook his head, “you’re fine…" Sam said with a knowing smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I saw you from the shower doing it anyway. It's fine. It’s flattering”
Will felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him, but Sam's nonchalant attitude helped to put him at ease. As Sam casually walked back into the room naked, Will's eyes were drawn to every small movement of muscle. Sam's furry ass jiggled with each step and for the first time, Will found himself really curious about feeling another guy’s butt…and maybe even other things he could do with it.
Sam climbed into bed, completely unashamed of his nudity. "I've been sleeping naked all year, and I'm not about to change that now just because you’re moved in," he said with a smirk, “I would say sorry but I don’t think I need to…”
Will tried to stifle a laugh, but it came out as a nervous giggle. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and apprehension as he settled back into his own bed, his eyes still locked on Sam tucked under his covers. He relieved himself in the bathroom before bed and climbed into his own twin in his usual sleep outfit of his boxers, still a little embarrassed being naked around Sam with his smaller size.
“Well…night roomie…” Sam said, staring at the ceiling.
“Good night…” Will responded, before turning over to the face the wall and try to sleep.
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