[Updated and Expanded]
From the start, people called them the twins.
Both tall, both broad-shouldered, both blessed with the kind of bone structure that made strangers turn their heads—but they really didn’t look alike. One was blonde. One was dark. They just spent all their time together.
Both were athletic: Mark on the intramural baseball field, Scott in varsity-level soccer.
Each had lean, powerful builds and moved with the same casual grace. Mark was 6’2”, his hazel eyes catching flecks of green in the light. Scott was 6’1”, and his eyes were a cooler gray-blue, like glass reflecting.
They met during pledge week, freshman year for Scott and sophomore year for Mark. Phi Kappa Beta. Phi Bet. Scott was a wanna-be pledge. Mark was a brother. It was Saturday night, and the final decisions were going to be made before midnight.
Scott had never seen himself as a fraternity guy. He wasn’t sure, but it had never really felt like him. A lot of what people think of when they hear “fraternity” is exactly what turned him off.
And the Phi Kappa Beta basement, just like the stereotype, smelled like pizza grease, cheap beer, and freshmen sweating through polo shirts, Scott thought, as he filled his red cup with more warm beer from the keg.
Music thumped overhead where the brothers lounged, half-watching, half-judging.
Something about Phi Kappa Beta seemed different to Scott, though, than the other houses he’d visited. These guys seemed to care a lot more about not running out of vodka and gin for a weekend party than whether they had a homecoming float. The guys he’d met didn’t seem like they were all trying to be the same person, either. And early morning classes—totally frowned upon.
Scott stood awkwardly near the wall, clutching the red cup he had no intention of drinking from. He felt out of place—as he had all week—nobody here played soccer or was interested in the late-night training sessions, the European leagues, or even kicking a ball around just for fun.
He almost knew for sure he wasn’t going to be picked. He’d barely spent any time with most of them, and that meant his chances were slim. He had liked everyone he had met, though and thought most of them cool, which was the reason he kept coming back during the week.
And many of them, he had to admit, were hot as fuck. And that made him kind of a slut. Which he kind of was. He had to keep reminding himself—eyes on eyes—not on crotch.
He was running through an escape plan when a tall blonde guy, one of the hotter-than-fuck ones, with a broad grin elbowed his way through the crowd.
“You look like you’d rather be anywhere else,” the guy said, tipping his cup toward him.
Thinking, Where had this guy been all week, and was he a brother? Scott said, “Am I that obvious?”
“Pretty much,” the guy laughed. “I’m Mark. Specialist in helping people out of awkward moments and late-night Taco Bell runs.”
He stuck out a hand. There was a semi-drunk girl hanging all over him, trying to act sober, who he barely acknowledged, but mentioned was Sarah.
Scott shook the offered hand, smiling despite himself. “Scott. Soccer. Rather have BK when I’m stoned and can’t pretend anymore to like this beer.”
“Smoker! Me likeeee!” Mark grinned wider.
“Perfect. You fake it, I’ll drink it.” He took the cup from Scott and downed half of it in one swallow, then winced. “Jesus, that is awful.”
Scott laughed, the tension in his shoulders easing. “And you volunteered for that.”
He took both cups, handed them to Sarah, and said, “Babe, would you be the greatest and finest lady in this room tonight and get me and my new friend, Scott, another beer?”
“OK,” she slurred, sloppily kissing him on the mouth. As she headed off, trying for confidence, she blew a kiss to Mark.
When she was out of earshot, Mark whispered, “I hardly know her. She’s totally a slut. But she might be having a sample of this big cock tonight, if she plays her cards right,” Mark said. “Wait right here!”
He ran to a nearby table and grabbed two new cups. Putting his arm around Scott, he pulled a flask from his back pocket, filling both cups with bourbon. They moved toward the far wall so Sarah couldn’t see them.
“Nice,” said Scott, tasting the bourbon. “Not to be a douche, but I’m from Kentucky, and this is damn good.”
“A Southern gentleman, indeed. Meee thankee!”
“Do we need to wait for your friend?”
“Fuck no. If Sarah wants me to fuck her tonight, she’s going to need to sober up.”
“Alrighty then,” said Scott, taking another big swallow from his cup.
Leaning against the wall, they glanced around the room when Mark said, “Quite a fine lineup of hot ladies this evening, it being ‘Titty Delicious’ Saturday night.”
“Some fine specimens in the ass department as well,” Scott chimed in.
"An ass man. I can respect that. Who do you want to fuck the most?” asked Mark.
“See that person over there in the really tight jeans, red shirt, and baseball cap?” said Scott.
“Where?” asked Mark, craning his neck.
“In the corner. Standing right next to the speaker.”
“The blonde?”
“No, the buzz cut and the blue hoodie.”
Mark barked a laugh. “Come on, man. That’s her boyfriend.”
“Exactly,” Scott nodded politely. “Look at those damn fine shoulders.”
Mark blinked, beer halfway to his mouth, spilling. “Wait… are you messing with me?”
Scott just grinned, a little sheepishly. “No pain. No gain,” he thought.
“No fucking way!” Mark wailed. “Dude, you’re gay?!”
Scott just nodded his head, taking another sip of bourbon.
Lowering his voice quickly, Mark said, “My bad. I didn’t mean to yell it out. That’s fucking awesome. I love gay dudes! They’re the coolest.”
Mark squeezed Scott’s shoulder, pulling him in tight to whisper in his ear. “Dude, you want to get stoned?”
Mark’s bro hug feeling a little bit electric, Scott leaned into Mark’s ear and whispered, “Now you’re speaking my language.”
Mark put his hand in Scott’s and led him out to the porch and down the steps to the lawn, where they proceeded to smoke two bowls until they were very, very toasty, talking nonstop.
“Not to change the subject,” said Scott. “But see that guy over there trying so hard to hit on that girl. The one with the red ball cap.”
“Greggie?”
“So gay!”
“No fucking way. How’d you know?”
Scott says with a laugh, “My friend, we know our people.”
“Bro, your gaydar is next level.”
“Hey, why’d you talk to me earlier? You didn’t even know me,” Scott asked finally.
“Yeah, well, you looked like you needed saving.” Mark leaned closer. “Fair warning—these guys are going to start asking you all kinds of questions to see if you’re ‘bro material.’ Best answer is usually something about liking sports or beer. But if you panic, just say you hate Northwestern. That’ll win them over to your side.”
Scott raised an eyebrow. “And what if I tell them that my favorite pastime is sucking cock?”
“Hmmmm,” Mark chuckled. “Not sure I’d lead with that one, but just say we’re going to be roommates.”
Scott tilted his head, amused. “We’re roommates already? That was fast.”
“Hey, pledge weeks like speed dating,” Mark shot back. “Might as well lock in the good ones early.”
For the first time that night, Scott relaxed.
This new friend was a keeper, and he really did want to become a brother now.
“Dude, I’ve got to do some fraternity shit so we can make sure you get pledged—oh, and check on Sarah if I’m going to get laid,” said Mark. “Why don’t you enjoy your high and go spend some quality time with Gay Greg? I’ll be back around in a while.” He patted Scott affectionately on the ass.
“Don’t give that away too easily, bro, or it’ll get around that you’re a slut.”
Crushing on his new friend was the understatement of the century for Scott. How could he help it? He was so fucking flirty.
Scott, feeling OK to go on the prowl, looked over at Greg, gave a smile, and walked over.
By midnight, Scott was a new pledge, Mark had a new roommate, fucked Sarah and Gay Greg had swallowed a big load from Scott. Expert gaydar indeed.
For the first few months of the semester, the guys were inseparable, just getting to know each other. Mark flirted mercilessly with Scott, and Scott couldn’t give Mark enough shit.
“Dude, you’re doing a terrible job pretending you’re not tempted.”
“I wish I was. I’d be unstoppable. Unfortunately, no reaction downstairs.”
“You know, boys suck cock so much better than girls. Of course. Because they have one. Simple as that.”
“You’re killing me, dude,” Mark said, readjusting his junk.
“Looks like you’re reacting just fine to this view,” Scott said, shaking his ass toward Mark.
“Fuck off, you goddamn tease,” Mark laughed.
“Takes one to know one, fucker,” Scott shot back.
Around the frat house, all the brothers were starting to refer to the duo as “the twins.”
Mark lived to provoke him. He wandered around their floor in the frat house in only his underwear, his killer body, ass, and barely concealed bulge on display for all to see.
Scott begged him to put on clothes, but Mark just smirked. He also slept in the nude.
“Hey,” Mark said, “It’s my way. Always has been.”
“Well, don’t complain if I get chubbed,” retorted Scott.
“Dude, if you didn’t, I’d be hurt,” Mark flirted.
The room they shared was technically a double, but that was being generous. It was small, no bigger than a big walk-in closet. Two beds, two desks, one closet. Not walk-in. And a window that only opened halfway because someone, no one would admit who, once tried to blow pot smoke out of it.
They were constantly stepping over each other in the little floor space there was.
Mark’s side was the “clean” half. His bed was usually made, even if the sheets were crusty. His cum rag hung on his headboard, but at least it was folded. His textbooks were usually stacked on the floor—semi-organized. He also always had to have his laundry in a basket, which in their fraternity house made him practically one of the Queer Eye guys.
Scott’s side was a typhoon of hoodies, dirty gym shorts, crusty socks, and a half-eaten piece of old pizza. Scott wiped his jackoff remnants wherever he happened to be at the time of the explosion. His bed was permanently unmade, the mattress showing, sheets half on and half off. Mark told him that he should be ashamed of himself and give his gay card back to RuPaul.
Just to be an asshole, Scott secretly put up, over Mark’s bed, a centerfold of his favorite gay porn stars, fucking.
“Seriously, gay porn over my bed?”
But he left it up and every time he sat on his bed, it looked like he was in the middle of two guys fucking.
The next day, Scott found a centerfold over his bed. Two porn star ladies with the biggest tits Mark could find.
“Now, who’s the baby?”
He left it up too. Every time he leaned against his headboard it looked like he was drowning in titty.
They slept opposite each other, parallel beds with enough space in between for a rug that had seen better days. At least Mark made sure it didn’t reek—well, only a little of pot, a little of crotch, a little of feet. Nothing gag-worthy.
Three months into the semester, Scott was alone in their room, studying. He knew Mark had a date with a girl named Meghan and wouldn’t be home until late. He had to admit that his best friend was a whore. “Kettle black” was all that Mark would shout back at him.
The door to the room opened, and a sheepish Mark strolled in with a smirk on his face.
“Dude, you’re seriously already home?” Scott asked as he leaned back against his headboard, between the two enormous tits on the wall behind him.
Mark shrugged and cracked open a beer.
“Skank. That’s all I’m saying.”
Scott barked out a laugh. “Yeah, well, better than your last one, where she literally spent the whole night talking about her cat.”
Mark smirked, throwing himself down on his bed, seemingly surrounded by two huge cocks.
“But at least I got laid before I hightailed it out of there. What about you, you little whore—someone new already?”
Scott played innocent. “Maybe.” Then he blurted out, “Okay, yes. His name’s Jordan, he’s in ROTC, he smiles too much, and he’s probably way too charming for me to trust. But his dick is huge.”
“Oh, so your type,” Mark teased.
“And what about you?” Scott shot back. “Didn’t I see you walking through the quad practically mauling that redhead from your physics class?”
Mark grinned. “That would be sweet Rachel. And she’s in my chem class. In lab, she was down on her knees in seconds.”
Scott raised an eyebrow. “Jordan’s superpower is rimming. I’d give sweet Rachel a week.”
“Three days,” Mark corrected. “I’ve got standards.”
Scott held his soda can out across their beds and clinked it against Mark’s beer.
“Fucking A!” they said together.
Scott hopped up, grabbed a towel and his shower caddy, and headed to the bathroom for a shower.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he said. “I think you got some skank on me. I’m a pure gay. I don’t do pussy.”
Mark laughed. “However, it doesn’t stop you from being one.”
“Fuck off!” said Scott, flipping him the bird.
Scott was obsessed with his hair, notoriously taking a long-time showering and getting ready.
“Like an eighth-grade girl,” teased Mark.
He thought he had at least twenty-five minutes to himself. Crank one out? God, yes. Under the bed for porn. Done. Top drawer for lube. Done.
He pulled his cock out, lubed up, opened his latest copy of Hustler, and set to work.
Scott returned right then, in just his towel. He’d left his shampoo. He didn’t knock, just came in.
Mark jumped. “What the fuck, dude?”
“Damn,” Scott said, smirking at Mark. “How was I to know you were beating off?”
“Knock much, motherfucker?”
“Not in my own room,” said Scott, now imitating Mark. “Motherfucker!”
“I couldn’t help it. I’m so horny, my balls are blue. I lied. The skank never touched me. Nada. Nothing. I thought I’d have time, princess.”
Scott stared. Mark pumped it once and smiled.
“Dude, really? Not even a pause for decency?”
Mark grinned wider, spread his legs. “Want to help a desperate friend out?”
"Are you kidding me?” he cried. “Fuck you! Now who’s the fucking tease?”
“I know. I know. But it feels so much better when someone sucks it. You’ve had your eye on this thing for months. I’ll just shut my eyes and pretend you’re sweet Rachel.”
“You know I’m not some glory hole for you to use whenever you feel like it.”
“But you could be, buddy, you could be my glory hole.”
Scott rolled his eyes and sighed.
“Please, Scotty. Please. It’s just a little suck. I’m so close. It’s calling your name.” Mark grabbed his cock and squeezed it like it was talking.
“Scotty! Suck me!”
Scott smirked, “And I’m not even sure I could handle you.”
“Dude, we both know you’re a size queen.”
“Are you sure you want to go there?” asked Scott, being serious.
“Jesus, it’s no big deal. You stare at my dick all the time.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
“I’ve seen you in action.”
“What do you mean?!”
“I hid in the closet two weeks ago when you brought that redheaded dude home. His dick was so deformed. Hanging so far to the left.”
“You watched me? You perv.”
“And I can’t believe what a nasty fucking talker you are. It’s filthy.”
“Oh, please, I’ve heard you through the door.” Imitating him: “‘Put that fucking pussy on my huge cock, bitch.’”
“She loves nasty talk, what can I say?”
“Misogynist much?!”
“I just have a way with the ladies. And seriously, my brother, how many times can you use the word ‘Daddy’ in one session?” Imitating him: “Oh, Daddy, let me have your big cock.”
“It’s hard being this naturally gifted.”
“Dude, please, this cock isn’t going to suck itself.”
Using both hands to indicate his cock.
“Do you really want to lose your chance to suck it?” as he gently squeezed and gripped his cock.
“Okay, if this fucks everything up between us, don’t blame me.”
“It’s just a fucking blowjob, Scotty!”
Scott slowly got down on his knees.
“Well, stop pumping it, you psycho, or I can’t get my mouth on it.”
Mark kicked off his shorts and jockstrap, then his shirt.
“A jockstrap?! Really?! Who does that? You weren’t even playing today. That’s just nasty!”
“Get naked, dude.” Mark helped Scott with his shirt as he kicked off his shorts and underwear.
“I like the support, so sue me.”
Scott took the enormous shaft, pulled it, played with it, then gave a lick to the head, taking it into his mouth.
“Fuck! That’s insane!”
Tasting the large amount of precum that came out of the slit, Scott engulfed the head, then licked up one side of the shaft and down the other.
He was showing off a little bit. He couldn’t help it. He was representing his people.
“Goddamn, Scotty, you trying to ruin me?”
He just grinned. Opened his throat and took him deeper.
“You’re a menace. Fuck – my balls too.”
Pushing his nose into Mark’s pubic hair, he inhaled and sucked each one.
“That’s it, baby!”
“Jesus, you psycho, shut the fuck up. You’re not in a porno.”
Scott licked under his sack and could barely take both in his mouth.
Snickering, imitating Scott: “Oh, Daddy, suck’em!”
To shut him up, Scott lifted Mark’s legs into the air and dived into the crevice of his ass, licking all around his pink pucker.
“Holy shit!”
Mark leaned in and kissed Scott, tentative and then he leaned into it, deeper, tongues fighting, Scott sinking into the kiss.
When Mark pulled away, Scott’s heart was racing. Mark maneuvered Scott down onto the bed on his back.
Stepping above him, he sat wide legged over him, bringing his ass crack right above his face.
“Well, just help yourself, motherfucker”
Mark sat down on his face. One tentative lick over the pink hole, long and slow, speared his chute and he got to work licking and smacking as he teased him, his face buried in those perfect ass cheeks.
Within seconds, Mark couldn’t help himself, he ground down onto Scott’s face, loving the slobbering sounds Scott made, as he pulled his crack up and down his mouth, fucking himself on Scott’s tongue. Mark took both hands and opened his cheeks wider so Scott could go deeper.
Suddenly, he popped his head up, grinning at Mark.
“This new for you, or what?”
“No, no, don’t stop!” Mark pleaded. “Keep licking my ass, man.”
“The tongue makes the decisions, and the ass eating is over.”
“First time today? Maybe. So, fuck off!”
“That sounded needy. Falling in love already?”
Scott opened his throat, taking more than half of the shaft into his throat in one lunge.
“Holy shit!” cried Mark.
Scott took over with both hands, pumping the shaft, sucking the top. He slipped his thumb after getting it wet, under his balls and then through his legs and right into his butt hole, poking the thumb in and out slowly.
At the same time, Scott’s tongue was spreading the slit on his pisshole and tweaking one of his nipples.
Digging both hands into Scott’s dark hair, Mark slowly began to thrust into his mouth. Gagging as his throat opened, Scott relaxed his jaw, as he took Mark deep, balls slapping against his chin.
The rhythm built fast – hard, deep, unrelenting. Mark quickened his pace, making erratic, crazy thrusts into his roommate’s wet mouth
Both hands behind Scott’s head, Mark held his head steady as he continued fucking his mouth harder and harder, a string of saliva and precum connecting Mark’s cock to Scott’s lips.
Mark held me there, unyielding in his firm grip as the first throbs pulsed against Scott’s tongue. He tried to pull out but Scott clamped down, swallowing as fast as he could. But it kept coming, overflowing his mouth, dripping down the sides, and Scott released him. His tongue darting instinctively, seeking the sensitive slip at the tip, lapping gently to catch the last drops.
“Jesus, do you always cum…like buckets.”
Catching his breath, “Kinda, but this, by far, was epic. And you’re one greedy motherfucker.”
“Homo boys swallow, for Christ’s sake. It’s just rude not to.”
“Well, Chief, I’m sure in a new world.”
Breathing hard, legs spread, softening cock falling against his belly, Mark grinned and added, “It’s kind of messy and sticky, could you…uh…maybe put your mouth back on it. Just for a second.”
“I fucking swallowed, you ungrateful bastard,” Scott cried, wiping cum from his mouth. “You drowned me.”
“Please…”
Glaring at Mark, Scott lovingly cleaned up every drop.
“Happy, now, motherfucker!”
Grabbing a little from Scott’s mouth, Mark takes his finger and sucks it.
“Mmm. Tasty. I’m like golden nectar.”
Mark leaned down and kissed Scott on the cheek.
“Appreciate the assist, Roomie. Seriously. I could get used to that.”
“Don’t tease me, asshole,” Scott said, grabbing a towel and wiping his face. “You shouldn’t say stuff like that unless you mean it.”
Mark lay there smiling, opened his arms, and teased, “Come lay down with Daddy.”
“You really need to give that daddy thing a rest,” Scott said, though he lay down beside him anyway, resting his head on Mark’s chest.
“But, baby,” Mark said, grinning, “you could be my own personal gay…maybe with an expansion of services – like your ass.”
“Jesus, I’ve created a monster,” Scott laughed. “Honestly, I understand why you might fall in love with my sensational ass.”
“So why wouldn’t you want to share it with, Daddy?” Mark said, turning him slightly and giving him a playful slap.
“We’ll see,” Scott said. “Maybe if you’re really good and don’t call me a bitch like Sweet Claudia.”
“I never believed it before,” Mark said, becoming solemn, “but I think you gays really do try to turn people – are you a recruiter?”
“Remember the hazing is terrible, you have to suck, get fucked, and eat ass.”
“Pure gays sure do seem to have a lot of rules.”
“Typical straight boy, happy to get service, but no give back.”
“Maybe it’s a little early for me to earn my gay card, but I’m definitely enjoying the study sessions. Will you be my private tutor?”
“Sure, Roomie, anytime.”
“Careful. It could be exhausting.”
“But it sounds like the good kind.”
Mark looked down at Scott and chuckled.
“Gotta be honest - the ladies are going to have to improve their game if they want this cock back.”
“One more for our side. Let me call the director.”
Scott laughed and settled against him again.
“Oh, Daddy, you really do say the sweetest things.”
“Bitch, please,” Mark said, laughing into his hair.
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