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THE FRAT HOUSE (PART ONE)

This story got a big assist from Boy Mercury X. Thanks, bro.

I had issues, for sure. Being queer as a three dollar bill and trying to hide it. I was the hockey jock, the cut up, the obnoxious frat dude. I was the kid who blended in with all the middle-class kids at my private New England college. I lifted religiously, I pretended to hook up with girls at our fraternity's parties. All the while I got my dick sucked surreptitiously at a gloryhole I discovered.

My life changed my senior year, three weeks before graduation. I got the guts to go on Grindr and I hooked up with a guy. Taller than me at 6'3", older than me at 32, and more built than me. He was a gay dude, a real one, not a closeted guy, and in some messed up way I looked down on that. But he was my physical type to a T. Big, masculine, and big dicked. Mike was his name. He sweet talked me into giving up my cherry.

I expected it to hurt a little. I didn't expect that I'd go wild. Mike and his hard dick and his physical power worked me to the craziest orgasm of my life.

"You OK?" he asked as we uncoupled in the afterglow.

"Yeah," I said, "That was incredible." I could barely looked at him, because I was afraid I'd fall in love with him. Instead, I asked to shower off and after I quickly got dressed and out of there.

I actually cried that night, then realized I was being stupid. I texted Mike to see if we could meet up again before I graduated.

***

I moved to the big city, where a few of my fraternity brothers were moving. We shared a place, the three of us, a boring quasi-suburban apartment. We worked a lot, starter job hours. We went out on the weekend. My buddies sometimes scored and brought chicks back to the place. I pretended to be too picky for that.

I got on Grindr again and got my dick sucked. It was nice, and took the edge off.

I don't how or why, but after Thanksgiving I got the guts to join a gay hockey team. I loved the game and while I could have joined a regular rec league team, I needed a change. When I showed up for my first practice, it was like I was home. Dudes like me. D1 players who came out after college. Masculine but more at home with themselves. Not afraid to be catty or fun. At least some of them. There were the regular, quiet dudes, too.

Maybe I went for the strong, silent type because three weeks in, I was flirting with Kevin Mulvaney, a defenseman who wasn't a star player or anything. He wasn't even the most handsome guy of the bunch. But he was big and beefy and ginger, with a trimmed beard. I'd learn he was kind of a dick and a player when it came to guys, but I got along well with him.

Kevin lived in a house with three other guys, two of which were on the team. It was a de facto team house for meetings or occasional parties. I thought of it as the Frat House, in fondness. The kind of experience I wish my college had been.

Kevin was the oldest at 38. I told myself I didn't go for older guys, but there was something about his magnetism that drew me to him. It was one of those weekend parties with the guys on the team and a couple of guys that one of the housemates, Alex, knew. All gay, all bros. I was in heaven.

Kevin and I ended up alone in a side den area. We talked about our jobs, where we were from, and all that small talk. Our eyes were having a different conversation. Finally Kev shook his head and laughed.

"You're cute as fuck, you know."

"Yeah, I know," I said, more flirty than cocky. I didn't really have any game when it came to guys. But I was a good looking, athletic young dude. Even as green as I was, I knew that my type was in demand.

"You got a boyfriend?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No boyfriend," I said. "Still figuring stuff out."

"Fun phase," he said.

"You got a boyfriend?" I asked in return. I was pretty sure he didn't, but wanted to see.

He shook his head. "I like to play the field." His eyes were on mine, challenging me. The sexual spark was immediate. Kevin Mulvaney and I were gonna have sex.

Only the man threw me a curveball. He leaned back, his beefy body looking pretty magnificent in his T-shirt. I don't even know that he was intending the manspreading but as a defenseman, his legs were fucking solid and sexy as hell. "I'm a total top... just throwing that out there."

"Oh," I said. It's not that I even expected to tap Kev's ass. More that I would have been happy with some mutual oral or JO or something.

The man knew he had me on the line, caught between my green inexperience and my clear lust. He stood up and patted my shoulder. "I'll be in my room... third on the right as you go back... if you want."

I watched him walk away. His front has that beefy padding, just a little, but his back and ass and legs were hard as rock. It was almost like watching an ex-pro hockey jock. I sipped my beer. I made my way to the kitchen, where I made small talk with Greg, who didn't live in the Frat House but was a on the team, a forward like me.

Even as I chatted with Greg and talked about the professional hockey teams we followed, I debated whether I should cave in to Mulvaney. I didn't like thinking of myself as a dude who took cock. And Kevin was just the kind of man who both attracted me and scared me. More experienced, more take charge, more sure of himself.

I told Greg I was gonna take a piss and maybe leave in a bit.

I was nervous the whole walk down the hall. But the bathroom really was at the end in case I came across someone. If I had, I probably wouldn't have entered Kevin's room.

But the coast was clear, so I walked to the third door and gave a quiet knock before opening the door and slipping inside.

Kevin was stripped down and in his bed. He was naked and hard, phone in one hand, cock in the other. God, naked his bulk was even more incredible. Lots of chest and body fur perfectly trimmed. Nice heavy cock and balls. If I had to pick a best feature it was that massive chest, round pecs and thick pink nipples beneath the coppery fur.

He looked up from the porn he was watching and grinned. "Hey," he said. "I almost didn't wait."

"I can..." I said dumbly. Like I'd interrupted something I shouldn't have. When it was clear why I was here.

Kevin laughed. "You shy, Powers?" It was almost teasing, taunting even, but from Kevin I took it as genuine concern.

"A little," I laughed. "I don't have much experience."

I expected some alpha kind of comeback, but instead he had a look of sympathy. "It's OK, dude.... it'll be fun. Promise." He set down his phone and again I couldn't take my eyes off his big body, or his cock. "There's enemas in the bathroom there if you wanna prepare."

Kevin had the master bedroom with the attached bath, and I'd eventually learn he paid more rent for that privilege. Only now I stared like a deer in the headlights.

"Come on, bro," Kevin hissed. Not pissy, but really horny. "I'm so worked up right now."

I decided to go for it. Maybe if Kevin could give me an orgasm like no-last-name Mike did nine months ago, it would be worth it. I still thought of those times and jacked off to them.

I did the stuff and washed up with a cloth set up in folded pile next to the sink. I was stripped down entirely and took a second to admire my physique in the mirror. I had a very fit hockey jock body, 5'8" and 170 pounds. Cute face, great ass, mostly smooth bod with just the right amount of hair for a man of 23. I was confident in my looks. "Here goes," I said to myself.

The look on Kevin's face did give me a thrill. "Wow, Powers. Fuck." He let go of his cock and I watched it bounce in full excitement. "So fucking glad I didn't nut just now."

"What were you watching?" I asked in a playful way.

Kev laughed. He had a deep voice which made his laugh sexier. "I'll show you later, OK? Come here..." He scooted to the side and patted the mattress.

I got in and felt goosebumps on my body as his hands touched me. Some of it was Kev's magnetism, but truth told, the deeper physical contact with another man, any man, was well overdue.

"Just so you know, Brian," he said. "I'm looking to date or anything."

"That's cool," I said. "I'm not either."

We kissed. Up close, holding him, 6'3" and I was guessing 230 pounds felt a lot more imposing and a lot more exciting. My dick was crazy hard as we made out and I felt his physicality against my leaner, fitter bod.

We started slow, caressing and kissing and grinding against one another. Soon, though, Kevin's strong hands were pawing at me, especially my round hockey-player ass.

"I'm on PReP," he said. "And get tested. I'm good to go."

I about objected I wasn't sure I wanted to bareback. Mike had wrapped up when he'd taken my cherry. But Kevin was already getting down and lifting my legs, leaning in to rim me. "Such a hot fucking hole, man."

No Last Name Mike hadn't eaten me out. I now wish he had. Kev's tongue tickled at first then felt amazing. In the back of my mind I told myself not to let go, not to bitch out for Kevin Mulvaney. I worried he'd tell the other guys on the team.

But the deep rimming transitioned seamlessly to fingering. Kev's thick lube fingers easing in and out. All while he watched my face for the reaction and winked in reassurance. The man knew what he was doing.

By the time he put my legs on his strong shoulders and lined up his cock, I wanted it. The entry was actually easier than with Mike. Kev was super patient and gently rocked back and forth so that his prick tip opened me up.

"FUCK!" I hissed when he finally broke through. It was that familiar mix of feelings. A smidge of discomfort but also a pleasant fullness. And as Kevin's thick cock rode over my prostate I felt my own pleasure there. Achy and dull and intense pleasure all at once.

The man grinned down at me and started thrusting in and out. "You good, bro?" he asked.

I nodded. "Jesus... yeah."

He worked up the pace. I loved it, and I felt ashamed that the guy could see that I loved it.

Kev was almost clairvoyant. "Just let it go, man. Enjoy this."

I was, and even more as his thrusts got deeper. It was then that I realized I had Mulvaney's raw cock inside me. For some reason that thrilled me, the idea he might cum in me. I gripped my dick and stroked.

"Yeah," he encouraged. "Go for it."

I looked up and saw that big meaty chest and those broad defenseman shoulders leaning down on me as he now long dicked me, my hole now fully relaxed for him. "I won't be able to last long, Powers.... too worked up."

"Fuck me," I finally hissed, and that admission had my guts doing a spasmic clenching dance on Kev's pistoning cock. The guy was fucking the cum right out of me. Each spurt jetted out in sync with his cock thrust, spray on on my chest.

"Fuck!" I heard and watched Mulvaney's gruff face clench in orgasm. He turned beet red as he came. It was hot to watch.

He pulled out finally and I felt some regret as I felt the cummy cool wetness of my newly fucked hole. Particularly as the guy got off the bed wordlessly and went into the bathroom to piss.

I lay there and tried to recover. I'd made a mistake, but I had to admit the sex was great. And when Kev stepped back out, he tossed a warm, wet washcloth to me. "Here, bro... and thanks. You're a hot bottom, man."

I blushed. I'd never labeled myself, and I sure as fuck wasn't embracing that label. I wiped down and got the energy to lean up. "I don't really consider myself a bottom," I said. "But I'll admit, you're a great top."

He smiled. Not cocky this time, just grateful. I took a look at that heavy prick hanging low now. It had been in me, raw.

"You get tested, you say?" I asked.

"Regularly. Scouts honor," he replied. He reached forward and patted my cheek. "You should get on PReP, bro. For real."

"Yeah," I agreed.

He took a sip of water from the glass he had on the nightstand. He didn't have a porn body, but it was strong, a real ex-jock's build. In the lamplight the coppery fur and pale muscle stood out even more. I loved it.

"You can stay over if you like, Brian," he finally said.

I shook my head. "I'll go, actually," I said. I was still weirded out. By bottoming once more and by crossing a line with a teammate. In my head these dudes were exactly the kind of guys I'd love to date, but now that I was friends with them, I felt self-conscious. It wasn't accident that Kevin was not the type I imagined as a boyfriend. Too old, too gruff.

"Yeah, have a good one," he said as he watched me get dressed. "And thanks... that was hot." As I got ready to leave, he leaned in for a kiss. Kevin was a great kisser.

I'd hoped to make a clean exit. It was late and I was sure the party was over. But as I was slipping out of Mulvaney's room, I saw Zach walking down the hall.

Zach lived in the Frat House. He was a goalie, hot as hell, brown haired, with puppy dog brown eyes, and dimples that seemed like a mismatch with his muscle bod. Zach dated older guys, though, daddies, and was boyfriends with Daniel, a 40-something guy on the team.

Now, as I passed him, Zach had a knowing grin. "Hey Brian."

"Hey," I said. "See you on Wednesday?" I asked. Practice day.

"Yep. See you then."

I got out to the street, bundled in clothes that weren't quite warm enough while I waited for my Uber. "Fuck!" I said aloud.

****

The guys on the team teased me a lot. Fresh meat. Chicken. I didn't even know what half the shit they said meant. But I got the gist. I was still way uncomfortable with some gay innuendo.

It got worse after I hooked up with Kevin. With a group of gay guys, it turns out gossip travels real fast.

Daniel and another one of the older guys stepped when the teasing got too much.

And pretty soon, they realized I was a really good forward. And I realized that my playing did the speaking for me. By the second month of the season, I was clearly the star of the team and the guys stopped teasing me.

I became good friends with Zach. At first I was pissed at him talking about me to the guys, then realized I'd probably have done the same thing. That shit just happens.

One night as the team went out for drinks after a game, Zach and I had our first deep conversation. We'd been having a talk about which gyms we went to. Zach was thinking of switching to mine, which was cheaper than the sports club he went to. Then he paused and dropped the bomb.

"So... you and Kevin a thing?"

"Nah man. It just happened, OK?"

He looked at me sympathetically. "Open to some advice, Brian?" he asked

"Sure," I said. Maybe because he was close to my age at 25, I felt he'd talk to me without being condescending.

"Don't be afraid to go for what you want, man," he said. "I mean, I'm into daddies and dudes give me shit all the time. But I'm with the man I'm meant to be with." He patted my shoulder. "Just be yourself, Bri."

I took that in. "I'm not sure what self I need to be."

Zach laughed. I loved how he could be serious and real, but not let shit bother him. "Then enjoy figuring that out."

"I guess," I said.

He got a sly look on his face. "Can I tell you about my first, dude? It was my fucking high school coach."

"For real?" I said. I wasn't a daddy chaser, but for a lot of jocks, there was something about a coach that loomed large in our sexual fantasies.

He nodded, clearly proud. "Holy grail, right? It was after I graduated. Dude's married and very much the kind of guy I shouldn't have been involved with." He shrugged. "But I learned from it, and learned that there were better guys out there than Coach Connelly."

I loved that perspective but couldn't help but asking. "But it was hot, right?"

Zach laughed. He had a killer smile. "Yeah. I mean, the sex was lousy, but mentally, it was Coach, you know?" He looked at me. "You ever bone for one of your coaches, Brian?"

I nodded. "Not high school. But the assistant coach in college... I still think about him. He wasn't much older, though."

I thought it over. Zach was right. Maybe I should get out there more. Stop having hangups for liking dick. Easier said than done. I hadn't done a thing other than JO since hooking up with Kevin.

Well, I'd done one thing. I now had a PReP prescription and was taking it regularly. I did't trust my self control.

****

I broke the dry spell the week after. It was weird to think I was almost 24 before I fucked a dude. It was fun, some guy off Grindr. But something was missing. Maybe I wanted a guy who was a friend as well as a hot fuck. I wanted the impossible.

I hooked up with another guy on the team. Drew. 48yo finance guy. He didn't hang around the Frat House or go to the parties, but liked to meet for after-game drinks. Maybe I turned my nose down at older guys and felt they were leches. Drew responded to that energy with his own standoffishness until we broke the ice. I found he and Zach had dated when Zach first moved to the city, but Drew generally stuck with guys closer to his age for anything serious.

Now, the sparks were there, and I was horny. Drew wasn't a big dude like I often went for but he was tall and handsome. Total DILF. I went with it and went back to his place.

It was oral, mutual. Turns it out it was my first time really doing my best to suck dick. Drew actually coached me some and we took turns, the man going down on me, kind of edging me by pulling off when I got too close. I loved it. The man and I made out and had marathon sex. Three fucking glorious hours of being with another man. I came buckets. And when I went down on Drew's five and a halfer for the finale, he blasted off so much I hard a hard time swallowing it all. We kissed and snowballed his load. Another first.

And for the first time I stayed over in another man's bed.

He made me coffee and breakfast the next morning. Looking like a million bucks in pyjama pants and his college T-shirt. We chatted and talked about the Saturday we had planned. It was clear this wasn't a romantic situation, and that put me at ease.

Finally, as he put away the dishes, Drew seemed to have something on his mind. "OK if I give some unsolicited advice, Brian? Kevin's a total fucking player, so be careful."

I felt pissy. "Dude, I fucking know. Jesus. Does the whole team know my business."

That made Drew laugh. "Fraid so, yeah. Don't worry, I'll keep discreet about last night. Though maybe some of the guys saw us leave together, who knows?"

I shrugged. "Fuck em." I looked Drew up and down. Wondering if he was a future me. Hockey jock now a career dude, but still not wanting to outgrow his 20s completely.

"What?" he asked. "I guess I said the wrong thing. I just... well, I've seen it play out."

I'd have to find out what he meant at some point. But I answered directly. "Dude, I'm not dating Kevin. It was just a one-time thing."

****

That same day, I told my roommates. I wasn't gonna make a big production out of coming out, and I tried to be off handed about it. Yeah, that didn't work. Tyler gave me a bro hug and told me I was his bud, still. But it was weird between us after that. Just not the same.

I almost preferred Jason's cold shoulder and silent treatment. At least I knew where I stood.

I wasn't gonna unload on my new gay friends, but after the next hockey game, we went out for beers and as I talked to Charlie, one of the guys who lived in the Frat House, it all came out.

"Fuck, man," he said. "That's real fucking shitty." I almost regretted seeing that smile go away, he was just so attractive with it. Yeah, I guess the problem of gay friends is the sexual attraction and tension.

"Yeah," I said. "I gotta get a new living situation, soon."

He took a sip from his pint and shrugged. "You should move in with us, Brian," he said. As he talked the wheels seemed to click. "Zach's moving in with Dan, and we'll need another housemate."

My face lit up. This was fate or kismet or something. Still, I thought of Kevin.

So I cornered him 15 minutes later and brought up Charlie's suggestion.

"You should, Bri. Your roommates are assholes," he said.

"But what about us?" I whispered.

"What about us?" he countered, then his eyes fixed on me. "Dude, you're not getting weird on me are you? Fuck!"

"No, man, I'm not getting weird. I just... maybe we should keep things platonic."

"Your choice," he grinned. "But..." leaning down he whispered. "We both know you like my cock too much." Jesus, why did I have to be attracted to guys like him? But Kevin was right.

****

The Frat House had an interview night. Kevin. Drop-dead gorgeous Charlie, another defenseman from the team. And Alex, who'd actually gone to Penn State with Charlie but was a former football player, a second-stringer punter.

I kind of think they were just razzing me, but also I guess they didn't know me well. By the end of an hour it was clear I was going to be moving in. They went over the rent and the house rule. Clean up duty, trash days, that kind of thing. And ground rules about parties on the weekend only, no loud TV or music after 10 otherwise. And yeah, there would be guys over, Grindr hookups or whatever, so be cool.

I was cool. And grateful as hell. I didn't even mind losing a month's rent to my asshole buddies. It gained an instant circle of close friends, yet we also kept our distance and gave privacy when needed. Zach, the one moving out, was now my closest friend on the team, but my new housemates and I all bonded in our own way. Charlie and I would sometimes eat dinner together or watch TV if one of us didn't have other plans. Charlie had a muscle pup boyfriend but they tended to see each other on the weekends.

I didn't see Alex as much. He was dating a twunk named Steven. I gathered twunks were his type. But I frickin' loved talking to the guy. He was an olive-complected Italian-Latino guy who talked in a thick North Jersey accent and could talk your ear off, but I ate it all up.

Kevin and I had secret sex a couple of times, till I started avoiding situations that would make him think I was interested. It helped that my work hours were long. And usually I'd meet Zach at the gym for an after-work workout session. I had a better body than him so he wanted the inspiration, and I enjoyed having a lifting buddy.

I'll credit Zach for his encouragement to start dating, for real. I got my first boyfriend. Connor. Not a serious relationship, but more than a hookup. He was my age and in my field. We met a gay professional networking thing and it clicked. Even if he'd done swimming in college, he wasn't a jock in the same way and REALLY was into what I had going on. And something clicked in me, I decided to lean into dating someone who wasn't exactly like me. Connor was cute, dirty blond movie star cute, and had a nice gym toned body. Total bottom and I learned to be the top he wanted to be. At least I thought I did. The one exception, sort of, was I loved sucking Connor's dick. It was long, an inch and a half longer than mine. And I was getting pretty good at it.

The only annoying thing was the bad timing. When I first started dating Connor, it was Stanley Cup finals, which was kind of high holidays in the Frat House. And Connor knew fuck all about hockey. He was a good sport, and I felt bad for getting annoyed when he asked questions. The guys in the house razzed me.

"Powers, if you want a boyfriend, you gotta chill," Alex said when Connor went for a bathroom break. Maybe because he wasn't a hockey jock, he was pretty chill about the games to begin with. But he was right.

In all, it was a great summer. Some of the team went on vacation together, renting a beach house together. I was too broke and didn't have enough vacation time saved up. The guys in the house spent a lot of time hanging out, us and our boyfriends. All of us except Kevin were dating, and even Kevin had regular luck with hookups. I was grateful our fling was behind us.

But there was definitely sexual tension. I mean, I was young and horny and living with a bunch of hot guys. They were my buds, but I was attracted to all three of them. Personality-wise, Alex was my favorite, since he treated me like a regular bro, a buddy. Physically, Charlie was incredible, a 6'5" Canadian defenseman with sea blue eyes and a pearly smile. HUGE arms, kind of out of proportion, even, to the rest of his muscled body. I think he pumped those up just for the visual effect.

And there was Kevin's raw animal magnetism. Dude had a revolving door of hot guys in and out that summer, and I could now see why.

Just at the end of summer, Connor broke up with me. "You're incredible, Brian, but there's something missing. You feel it, right?"

I did. I really liked Connor and LOVED having a boyfriend. But I wasn't in love with the guy, not even in an infatuation kind of way. What sucked is that I'm pretty sure he felt that way about me.

I licked my wounds a little, but it would be OK.

Charlie was next. Things weren't going well with the muscle pup. At least not well enough.

Maybe it was the elephant in the room, but the Sunday night of Labor Day, we were hanging around, drinking or doing edibles or whatever, and the guy talk got saucier. It came out that Kevin wasn't the only total top in the house - all the guys were.

Kevin shared that his last trick was into bondage. "Bro, that's some weird shit," he said, with a smile that said he enjoyed it, at least some.

Charlie admitted that muscle pup had started an Only Fans and that weirded him out.

Alex said he almost talked his boyfriend Steven into a DP. "I was this fucking close," he laughed as he held up two fingers a millimeter apart.

"Bucket list, right?" Charlie grinned, manspreading in his seat. I could tell from his eyes and relaxed grin that he was feeling the edible pretty well.

"It's the best guys," Kevin chimed in.

"You done one, Mulvaney?" Alex asked, incredulous.

"Three times," Kevin bragged. He looked at me pointedly, I think to get under my skin. It was kind of annoying.

I chimed in about Connor. I didn't want to share anything too personal about the guy, since I still considered him a friend, but I admitted that yeah, I loved playing into the whole jock-top thing.

"Dude, you're a big ol' bottom," Kevin chimed in.

"Am not," I objected. Pissed off. The guys all knew about me and Kev and they could put two and two together. "Just because I've tried it."

Kevin smirked and shrugged.

Alex laughed too. He got up and reached down to squeeze my shoulder. Playful, flirty. "Don't let that dickhead get to you, Bri. Another beer?"

I told myself I'd be moderating in my cutting phase lately. "Sure," I said, though.

Charlie was starting to feel his edible and called it a night. Our conversation went more normal as I sat between Kevin's and Alex's big bodies. Kevin tall and beefy, Alex even close to my height but totally jacked.

Fuck, as we sat there, I felt like a prey between two circling wolves. The conversation was normal but the eye contact was intense. At one point, Alex put his arm around me, I felt his heat and strength as he grinned and leaned in.

There, right in front of Kevin, me and my other housemate were making out. Until Alex pulled back.

"Damn. I better not get into any trouble tonight," he hissed. I had a feeling he was talking about Steven, and I guessed they didn't have an open relationship. Alex looked over to Kev. "You guys have fun, all right?"

Now it was Kevin's turn to slide over and place his arm around my shoulder, looking up at Alex who was standing up from the couch. I could see the ridge of cock in Alex's shorts and had a shiver. The dude was hung LONG for a guy his height.

"Will do, bro," Kevin said.

Once Alex had left, Kevin started turning to make the moves on me, but I placed my hand on the plate of his chest muscle to stop him.

"What the fuck is going on?" I asked. "Why did you mention I'd bottomed?"

"Dude, it would have come out anyway. Hot as you are and horny as you are."

I slid back. "Don't I get a say in this?"

Kev gave me a sly look. "Course, Bri. You're not gonna do anything you don't wanna."

"Cocky shit," I said with a laugh.

"All right, I'll cut it out," Kevin conceded. "And I'll tell the other guys to back off if you want."

I was wrapping my head around all this. "So... they're gunning for me." I felt set up. Or at least naive.

His eyes swept up and down. "Brian Powers... you know how hot you are, right?"

I blushed. But yeah, I did. And it was good to hear this douchebag admit it. "So, like, Charlie's into me, too?"

Kevin grinned. He could actually look handsome when he smiled. He pulled out his wallet and fished out two twenties. Setting them on the coffee table he said coldly. "There's a cool forty. If you go to his room now and he doesn't fuck you the bet's yours."

"Charlie's stoned as fuck," I replied.

"Doesn't matter. If he's too stoned to fuck you, that forty's still yours."

"How do you know I'd want him to?" I asked.

He picked up the bills. But didn't put them away. "So Powers... maybe I should ask. You want him to fuck you?"

I did. But I felt put on the spot. And I knew Kevin was goading me. "You fucking asshole," I hissed. This was probably the one and only time I truly meant it.

It was ten minutes later when I heard a knock at the door. Kevin peeked his head in. "Sorry man. I'll make it up to you. Promise."

"Yeah?" I asked.

He nodded. "Dinner's on me some time. And next time I play wingman, I'll let you pick."

That caught me off guard. I sat up in my bed, shirtless and enjoying the way Kev's eyes swept over my gym-toned jock body. I actually sensed there was a sincerity in addition to the game playing. "What's Matt Reynolds' deal?" Matt was on our team. Another forward, he was cute as fuck. I had the hots for him, but maybe I picked him because he was the opposite type from Kevin.

"Vers," Kev said with a smile. "Seeing a new guy, but I can feel him out."

"Cool," I said.

Kevin paused at my door. "Well..." he said.

"Come on in," I said. "Shut the door behind you."

He got a playful grin as he stepped in and started peeling off my shirt. Already I'd shucked my boxer briefs and was reaching for the lube.

****

It was four nights later when Charlie made his move. We were chilling in the living room. Alex had a date, and Kevin had a "date." I thought I'd be jealous of Kevin sleeping around, but I was relieved. The sexual chemistry was there, and deep down between the a-hole game both of us played there was real friendship. But nothing else, nothing romantic.

"So, Brian..." Charlie said. "Feel like helping a guy out?"

"Kev told you," I sighed.

"Just us, don't worry."

I looked at him with a quiet, flirty gaze. "What kind of help you need, man?"

He nodded down at his shorts. All tented up. Then he looked up at me with those sea blue eyes. "A blow job would be incredible, Brian."

I nodded and it was amazing how easy it was. Me getting on the living room floor between Charlie's built legs. Him pulling down his shorts. I don't know why I was surprised to see him go commando. But it was beautiful, beautiful cock, beautiful balls. Charlie Kenner was huge, maybe a true 9 incher and fat. This was going to be a challenge. I licked his nuts and the base of the shaft.

"Brian Powers... shit!" he hissed.

His attraction to me fueled my lust. I took him into my mouth. Just the tip, working it and wetting down. Then I did my best to take more of him. I wasn't experienced, not yet, but I was eager and I got about five inches down before I hit my limits. That was enough for Charlie.

"Oh, God, that's great. Suck me, man."

I felt his strong hand rest on me. Not pushing me but even the reminder was hot as I bobbed up and down.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum... Keep it up, man... yeah like that... oh fuck, OH FUCK!"

I nursed the dribbles and gave the head a kiss when I pulled off. I was proud as fuck.

Especially seeing that gorgeous smile as he pulled up his shorts and tucked back in. "You're the best, Powers. Fuck."

Just then we heard the front door open and I scrambled back into place on my side of the couch, trying to hide my boner.

It was Kevin back from his hookup. He wasn't in the mood for small talk, but he said hello. And when he left, Charlie looked over and gave me a wink.

****

It was against the bro code. But I sucked Charlie more often. He wasn't dickish like Kev, he seemed grateful. And we'd talk as friends after. Serious stuff, not just hockey and lifting and beer and small talk.

One night I asked him if he was interested in me for dating. He patted my leg. "Sorry, Bri... just bros, is that OK? We can stop, you know..." For a 6'5" ex-jock Charlie could be sweetly shy talking about sex sometimes.

"Nah, I'm good," I said. "Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about, Powers."

We stopped for a while. It helped when the team's season started up again. Practices, new faces, a different bar for our official hang out place. I enjoyed no longer being the newbie. I was still the team star, with Charlie and Zach a close second. I flirted with guys and had sex with one. Nothing serious.

I made the mistake of meeting up with my old college buddy. Tyler. He was doing well, I was doing well. He was going to propose to his girlfriend. I congratulated him. Tyler didn't ask me if I was dating anyone. "Good seeing you, Brian," he said as we stood awkwardly in front of the downtown bar afterwards as we got ready to go our separate ways.

"Yeah," I said back.

I was feeling emotional and down. I stopped in another bar on the way home. Had too many drinks. But I was more buzzed than drunk when I got home. Charlie was in the kitchen drinking his creatine and water.

"Hey Powers," he greeted.

"Hey Charlie," I said. "What's up?"

Those sea blue eyes looked back at me. "Grindr date just flaked out on me."

"Stupid fucker," I said. My guard was down for sure.

He laughed.

"Seriously, Charlie, that guy needs his head examined. You're hot as fuck."

His expression turned more serious, more sexual. "You're drunk, Bri."

"Just a little buzzed," I said.

Charlie stepped up, kind of seductively, and wrapped his strong arm around my lower back. He was 9 inches taller than me and when he pulled me toward him, I grew rock hard.

"I'm looking for more than a blowjob tonight, Powers," he hissed.

I nodded, unable to form the words or even say OK.

The kiss was heavy. Charlie didn't have finesse but he didn't need it. He was the hunky defenseman who was gonna fuck me. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I accepted it, while my hands reached up to feel his hulky muscle underneath his polo shirt.

"Let's go to the bedroom," he hissed as he pulled back.

"I can get prepped," I said. If I was gonna douche for Kevin Mulvaney I sure as hell was gonna do the same for Charlie.

That made him grin.

There was a communal bathroom stocked with enemas, I should know cause Connor had used it before. Now I was the one getting ready to bottom. So far it had only been No Last Name Mike (3 times) and Kevin (5 times). I was apprehensive about Charlie just because that dong was so fucking thick and big. But everything about the guy pushed my buttons big time. I had to try this.

The guy's MO was the opposite of Kevin's. Fun going, smiling the whole time, licking my dick and balls before rimming me. But the prep was just as skilled. He was more vocal, asking me to tell him what felt good, and urging me to relax in his deep mellow voice.

In between fingering sessions, I got to feel up all that muscle. Charlie wasn't furry like Kevin but had some blondish chest hair that extended over his stomach. And he was hard bodied, not beefy like Kev. He seemed to enjoy me feeling up all that muscle even as he complimented me.

"You got an incredible body, Bri... so fucking nice."

"Thanks," I grinned back and we kissed. That kiss turned into an embrace, which turned into those 240 pounds rolling on top of me. Before I knew I was getting fucked. Slowly entered as Charlie leaned up and looked at me with those blue eyes. "Easy, bro... you got this. You feel so fucking good on my cock... just a little more."

He popped in. I waited for the pain. There was none. Alcohol plus a crazy sexual attraction for Charlie had me putting out for him in the biggest way. He got a huge smile and nodded. Apparently my hole was feeling great for him. He sawed more in, working deeper, opening me. Finally he bottomed out.

"I gotta thank that Grindr dude for flaking on me," he said, looking at me with a powerful sexual intensity.

"I'll thank him first," I said. This wasn't me being slutty or being Charlie's bitch, this was me enjoying gay sex with a really hot dude.

He pulled back. The reentry wasn't hard but it was deliberate and deep. Then again. This ex-jock was fucking me for real. It wasn't just the dick size. It was the angle and the motion of his hips. And Charlie's massive body on top of mine, that gorgeous face looking masculine as fuck as he drilled me. My prostate was electric, sparking sexual sensations I'd never felt. My butt nut ached, then I felt it in my balls and back at my prostate, sexual pleasure intense like I'd never felt. And each hard thrust just amped it up, exponentially.

"FUCK!" I cried, whimpering. Already my dick was cumming. Maybe spurting precum but thick white precum that was a sign I was gonna be fucked off hands free.

"Get it, Bri," he grinned, through more of his weight and power into me.

I went wild. I gripped my boner, slick with the early seepage and gave it urgent strokes. My whole body contorted and went hot and I fired out so much cum I lost track.

"Yes," Charlie growled, and I could sense his fuckthrusts get out of rhythm as he came inside me.

"WOW!" I said as I came down. Charlie had slid out of me carefully but his dong was still big and heavy and wet as he lay next to me. "What the fuck was that?" I sighed.

Charlie turned toward me. "What the fuck was what?"

I was regaining circulation in my legs and my breathing was coming back to normal. "I've never cum like that," I said. "I never knew you could cum like that."

He chuckled. "You just did, bro." He looked at me, more concerned. "We cool?"

"Yes," I assured him. "We're definitely cool. Thank you."

I got the energy to get out of bed and find my clothes. I'd have to wash up later. I barely had the energy to walk.

Still my eyes couldn't help but taken in the man's beautiful muscled body. A porn body with a porn cock.

His gaze was eating me up, too. "We can go for seconds if you like," he offered. "It takes me about a half hour to recover though."

I shook my head. "I don't think that would be a good idea."

He laughed. "All right. I'm feeling pretty damn satisfied. You're a great bottom, Brian."

It was the second time anyone had said that to me. This time, I just replied. "Thanks, man."

****

I woke up early the next morning. It was a work day, and I figured rather than lie in bed I'd get to the gym.

It was a good workout. I had a lot of aggression to work out. I enjoyed seeing my body in the mirror. I was still a hot ex-jock, and I was proud of fuck for how in shape I kept myself. So what if I liked dick?

I thought of the conversation I'd have with Charlie later, about how it was a mistake.

Only as I reracked the weights, I realized it wasn't a mistake. It was meant to happen. Charlie just showed me what turned me on sexually. I was mad at myself for being wired that way, but I knew I wanted it again, would want it again, if not with Charlie, than with some other top who could make me feel 10 percent of what Charlie Kenner made me feel last night.

I didn't see him that evening. Or the next. He was avoiding me, I think. Unlike Kevin, Charlie didn't enjoy the game playing. He'd just gotten horny.

I finally texted him. "Listen, it's cool," I wrote. "It was fun, that's all."

"Yeah, OK," was his reply.

An hour later, he knocked at me door. "Got a minute?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

He came in and shut the door. "I guess I crossed a line."

"I'm glad," I said. The prepared speech went out the window. "That was the hottest fuckin sex of my life, Kenner," I said.

"Oh." I couldn't have been the first person who had that response to Charlie, but he didn't seem to expect it from me.

"I know we're not boyfriends, but if you ever wanna again, I'll put out for you."

He grinned. "Be careful what you're offering Powers."

"I'm serious, bro," I said. "If you want me to go douche right now I'll fuckin do it."

It was sinking in. And turning him on. "Right now?" he asked, still not sure I was on the level.

"Right now. Just give the sign."

He seemed to be battling something. The bro code, maybe. "What happened to the Brian Powers I knew?" he joked.

I laughed back but just replied. "You fucked the old Brian out of existence the other night."

"That good, huh?"

I nodded. "That good."

"All right," he finally said, grinning big. "Go get ready. And meet me in my room."

I stood up, already chubbing. "Fuck yes."

He paused before opening my door. "The other guys are probably gonna know. Or find out."

"I don't care," I said.

(to be cont.)

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