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The College Club Chapter 1 Oliver Welr
I've always been scared of water. Not like I can't take a swim at the beach, nor I can't enjoy a pool party without getting anxious, but the deep waters. Staring into the vast blue ocean -- my favorite color, ironic -- can make me wonder what it would be like to drown. To be submerged while the water takes away my life. And this is what I'm feeling right now and the only thing I can make myself remember is his face. I've betrayed you, my love, and I feel alone.
University of Oxford, October 3rd, 2013. I had to cover my face from the brightness of the sun and as fast as I wished, the light adjusted. I was walking around campus with two of my gym bags filled with my stuff, hanging from my shoulders. I can't begin to describe how beautiful and remarkable these old constructions of Oxford University are. I fell in love with them the minute I received a brochure back home. Almost the entire city is the university campus as buildings old enough to tell an epic story sit still watching us humans go about our life. I took a left at the Museum Road, under the countless trees and walked till the street became as narrow as it could, only fit for two people walking by at the same time to find the address written on the flier from my freshman kit. Opening the blue doors for the double storage Victorian building, using the tag in my keys, I found a board with the residents names and there it was, washing my doubts away: "Michael Harry, Room 7". The directions indicated to take the stairs up and to my right, the last door had a sign with the logo of the university and my room number. I unlocked making as much noise as I could to warn my possible--already--inside--roommate that I would come in in a second and he should hide anything he wouldn't like to flash me. Getting to my dorm room, I found myself in a large bedroom designed for two people. The twin beds were placed against the corner walls, each had its own corner window and were equipped with white sheets. The night stands were a palm of distance away from each other and the dressers at the end of the beds, separating the sleeping area from the studying tables like two half walls. I expected to have a male roommate arriving any time now as I saw no clue of another person's belongings inside the room and we all know the mess a guy is able to make of a nitty room like that. I put my things away, my intimate clothes in the drawers and my shirts folded while waiting for someone to get in, but nobody arrived. I settled my laptop on the right-side table and fired it up. As I stared to the screen requesting a password, I drifted my thoughts to my parents and a punchy feeling sinked in my stomach. I've never told them I hated our little city, neither I've told them I was gay before leaving, for a matter of fact. I've waited 18 years in silence, not being able to live my true self, not being able to experience what I saw in series and movies: two guys kissing, truly loving each other plus the horny part of it. I knew the feeling of touching another man, but as tiny as Oxfordshire was no one wished to be the first gay out in public for the whole city to know his name. But now everything would change. I was a solo grown man, living in the big city with no parenting supervising and I would discharge a few years of horniness on the first stranger to cross my path. That's for sure! I heard a knocking at my door and I opened to see nobody there and a flier pinned on the frame of my door.
University Gay Society Every Thursday, 8 p.m. Conference Room A, Clarendon Building Come meet us at our drinking parties for new members
As my prayers were answered. I closed the door, double checking the hall to find the guy who dropped these, but nobody was there. I looked at my phone to see the meeting was in 15 minutes and I still had my gray sweatshirt on. Eager to find anything nice to wear, I found myself scrambling every piece of my gym clothes to find at least a polo shirt to wear on. Damn it, stupid jock--oriented--head! Why do I have so many sweatshirts? After every piece of my clothing was thrown at the floor, I found a yellow polo and black jeans. Well, that had to work for tonight! The wind was still at Oxford streets that night and I thanked the universe. Wearing a polo shirt just to see the guys and girls staring at my barely covered muscles and a tiny sleeve asking for mercy around my biceps was not a good choice for 20 ºC. Following the maps on my phone, I located the neoclassical huge building at the heart of the campus and jogged through the black metal gate. As a handwritten sign pointed to the left, I entered an opened door listening to the chatting in the background. The room was lived of guys drinking beers, laughing and playing around in little groups and a table next to a not too high stage had a variety of snacks, vodka and soda. Mind that I'm not so shy in making conversation with strangers and I don't hold back my words, but feeling as an outsider, I thought it was best to get some alcohol flowing through my blood to get started. I approached the table, poured some straight vodka into a red plastic glass and a blond guy, with a surfist style, jumped up onto the stage. "Hello! My name's Jeff and welcome to our meeting. This year we have a lot of newcomers, I see..." He took a pause and locked eyes on me fiercely and confidently, but something was telling me he was looking at somebody else as he kept going. "Come on in and enjoy! We got beer, vodka and good looking mates." He smirked and some of the guys laughed. This guy was gorgeous, but I don't have it for the blond guys, sadly. I followed him with my eyes as he came down the stage and joined a small group of three men and kept his prior conversation. He glanced at me a few times, but I couldn't put myself to talk to him. Then, a dark haired guy came in my direction and I had no time to prepare for his approach. "Hello! My name's Carl. Game Design. Nice to meet you!" I think I was drooling. He flashed me a bright smile and all I could do was scan him head to toe. His tattoos under the hoodie were all up to his neck and arms. His marked jawline made clear that that hoodie hid an amazing fit frame. He returned the not so subtle checking out glare and offered a handshake. "I'm Michael. Law school." I handshaked him, feeling his tight grip and tried to match it. "Are you a freshman? I think I saw you around campus." He made a puzzled face, slightly tilting his head to the right. "Yeah, I'm new here. Just moved out of Oxfordshire Village, trying to get to know some people." Too much information? I thought so too. "Cool! Hope you enjoy our little group." He squeezed my left shoulder and offered me one more smile before he excused himself to talk to two other guys. Once again I was alone in a room full of guys feeling a complete stranger. So, I decided to drink more. Alcohol at least made me more easy going. After my fifth beer, I loosened up a little, talked to some other dudes and after a few dart games I headed to my dorm room. As I entered my room, I noticed that the left bed had a lot of boxes on top, some suitcases near it but no sign of my new roommate. Since I was a little bit drunk, I decided to sleep it off and maybe get to know him the next day. ________________________
And yet for some reason I did it instead.
________________________ I opened my eyes and sat up unsettled, like I was having a bad dream but couldn't remember dreaming anything overnight. Despite that, I felt a vigorous rush to face the day ahead. It was only Friday, my first Friday in Oxford before classes started and I felt that I had to make the most out of this weekend. My phone buzzed on top of the nightstand asking how was my sleep and it marked 9:03 a.m. I decided to head for the showers. If anything was bad at these dorms were the bathrooms. They were all nice and clean, but a shared bathroom for the entire house was too much of a joke for the amount of money my parents paid. I'm sure the house had not more than twenty guys around, but still not cool. I'll repeat myself: I'm not shy of my body or anything and the staring is pleasant, but a guy must have some privacy too I mean. I went to the shared--bathroom with no shirt on and started out by brushing my teeths in the center sink of the five ones. I caught a skinny guy in a three--men line waiting for the showers stalls to get free, taking a few glances at me through the mirror. I smiled to myself thinking all those years of working out and highschool volleyball were paying off. After spitting the white foam, I turned my head and faced him directly. He looked away and hurried to the showers as it was his turn. I turned back to the mirror and resumed brushing my teeths and washed off my face. When I lowered my towel from my face after drying off, I stared directly at the corner of the room where the guy was showering in his beach shorts with his door opened. The line was empty and all the other three stalls were being used except the one in front of his. This guy was definitely inviting someone in. Me. Maybe I should give him a little tease. I got into the stall in front of him, turned the water on and soaped my body directly looking into his eyes. I think he was clearly nervous, second guessing his actions while looking at my washboard shaped skin of my stomach getting wet under the water. He glared at me while I massaged my own body without soap, getting my white translucent boxers transparent by the second. He finally gave in and reached the tap, wrapped himself in his towel all wet and fled. I could see his boner before he could cover it and I grinned. After finishing my exhibitionist shower, I went back to my room and checked my body in the mirror next to the door. As I know my body too well, these days of moving and everything else were a little taxing on it and I missed the after lift pump that boosted up my confidence. As I remember reading somewhere, the campus had a club that included sports activities and a gym, so I decided to check it out. After a good twenty minutes walk -- and I considered it as warm up --, I found the University Club next to the football court. Opening the glass doors, at the reception, it was a short brunette. "Welcome to the gym. If you want to register, I just need your Student ID." She said with a smile. I handed her my ID and waited for her to finish while checking out the equipment. There were fewer machines than I thought and there were some free weights lined up in different racks in front of the wall mirror, benches for free exercising, two bench presses and some machines for leg exercises. She turned to me, regaining my attention and came in front of the desk to my side putting her tiny hand on my triceps. The only place she could reach, since I'm taller. "Here you go. If you need any help in your workouts, let me know." She handed back my ID and I smiled at her, sensing her forwardness. "Thanks!" Was all I could answer her thinking if only she knew... I put my bag away in the reception locker and fired my ear plugs with some blasting electronic music. I don't care about the name of the song, but if it was Martin Garrix playing, he could rape my ear with anything. You turned on the inner beast mode and started back training, my favorite muscle group because my lats make my shirts rip. Simple and dumb like that. After sweat took all over myself, I felt the need to take a brisk shower to resume my day. The locker room was in the basement of the gym, and the stairs for men and women were separated. Each in a corner of the gym floor. When I arrived there, there were just two guys in the shower area and one dude at the lockers. I recognized him as Carl from the meeting last night. I took a second staring at him from the stairs and he was just in his Polo Ralph Lauren blue underwear, a black cap backwards and vintage gold glasses. I controlled myself with everything I got not to have an erection in the middle of the locker room and finished descending the stairs. "Carl? Hi, it's me: Michael. We met yesterday." I placed my bag on the bench and he looked at me, smiling and recognizing me. "Oh, hey mate! How's it going?" I took another second to stare at the beauty of his body. Every single muscle toned and pronounced at the good parts and of course his soft yet big dick pronounced at the front of his slippers. As we bumped fists and I gazed at his body, I realized that his black tattoos covered the entire of his broad pecs, his neck and ended down in the back of his hands. His abs down were white as a sheet waiting like a canvas to be painted. His small waist was connected to some impossible thick legs. I made myself look up to his face, then to my locker before my dick showed any more signs of awakening. "I was just about to meet you. I don't have your phone number yet and I was searching your name through the dorm room lists. We have a party tomorrow night at the frat house. You're invited." He said, hanging his towel on his shoulders. "Ok. I'll be there. Where is it?" I asked, pretending to go through my stuff. "We got a lift and you can come with us. Just meet me at the parking lot on your street at 12:30 p.m." After that, with no warning whatsoever, he pushed down his underwear in front of me letting his cock swing free in the air. I couldn't help but stare at it directly. It was a big one, even half soft. He snapped his fingers, bringing me out of my lust stare. "Yo, lad! Eyes up here. During the day we got security coming down here." He warned me, almost whispering. He wrapped himself in the towel from the waist down, leaving a dangerous groin space uncovered in the front and went for the showers. After recomposing myself, I decided not to shower that moment or else everybody would see my not so difficult to see hard on. Not that I had a problem with that but I thought it was better to just leave the gym, go exploring some places on campus and grab a bite to eat. It was around 1:50 p.m. when I got back to my room and heard signs of someone in there. I opened the door and was greeted by my roommates back lowered in front of his dresser. He was unboxing his things. I first noticed he brought a TV, a PlayStation and his laptop. When I closed the door behind me, he stopped what he was doing and turned to me with a smile on his face. What is it with men in Oxford? Why are they so fucking gorgeous? "Hi, mate! I'm Ethan." This fine dark blond lean guy dropped a few things on the desk and offered me a handshake. His biceps were protruding on his right arm and his black wife beater left little to imagination. "Nice to finally meet you." I laughed. He resumed putting his things together. I noticed his toned physique in a lean athletic form for a while. After I came to my senses again, I dropped my gym bag near my bed and sat back. "Yeah. Sorry about that, I left my stuff here last night to help out my girl at her dorm." He said putting his TV and Playstation together. Oops, straight guy alert, I thought to myself. "That's ok, dude. Need any help unboxing? You brought a lot of stuff here." I said. He unboxed a few other mini consoles and I noticed a Nintendo Switch. He laughed at your comment looking at all his boxes while you didn't sport any suitcase on your side. "No it's alright. I brought a lot of these because it's important. I'm a Game Design student." I raised an eyebrow impressed. "Oh yeah. I heard they were offering those now. But by your looks and shape I just thought you were studying something else." "Cheers, mate... I guess." He stopped looking at the Switch and looked down at his own body. "I played a lot of football back in high school." Perfect jock boy, I thought. "I see... So you and your girl managed to be accepted at the same University?" I asked him to change the subject as my hormones were getting to me. "Yeah, that's crazy, right?! We've been together since high school and now we brought things to college too." He said with a faded smile. We chatted for a little while until he finished unboxing and I got to know some things about himself and his relationship with Barbara. My first impressions were that they are highschool sweethearts and nothing could get between them. Since we both didn't have anything to do all day, we relaxed and played some games all afternoon. The night came and Ethan headed to his girlfriend's. I ordered some food in and decided to swipe some guys on Tinder. No one was decent enough to catch my eye. They were beautiful, hot and everything else, but I found going out with them very meaningless and unfulfilling. I'm the guy that likes a little background story, even if I shove my dick in a guy's throat after exchanging two phrases with him, but live, in person. After chewing out my burger, I drifted to sleep watching Netflix on my phone. ________________________
"What are you doing, my love?"
________________________ It was Saturday so I had little to nothing to do, since classes didn't even start. I remembered that that night was the frat party Carl told me about when he was naked. At the locker room. And my morning wood popped out of my underwear. I looked over to my right and Ethan was still asleep and I thought about jerking one off to release all the pent up energy I gained yesterday with the teasing in the locker room. Light outside was still dim because of the curtains and I decided to go for it. I reached my cock with one hand and started a few light strokes just to get things started. But I was getting hot and, worrying I would wet my blanket with pre cum, I decided to lower it and expose my hardon. I tugged the fabric of my boxers down so I could grip my cut cock on its full glory. Instead of looking at my own body, I closed my eyes trying to remember Carl's cock out free in the air and his perfectly shaped ass in his briefs. It was taking too long for me to cum and I reached with my other hand and started stroking with both of them, but it wasn't working either. If I could just reach my bottle of lube, it would be perfect. I quietly reached for it, carefully opening the second drawer of my night stand and closing it back silently so as not to wake my roommate. I lubed my cock up and resumed my work. This time thrusting my hips up on my hole shaped hands. Ooh, that's better! I got carried on, really excited and let myself go lost inside of the feelings my hands were providing me. I forced my eyes closed to imagine that body of his one last time before I realized that I was cumming and the bed was making a lot of noise with my hips--thrusts. Shaking uncontrollably, I exploded at least four times, splashing my abs with some white ropes of my juice. I waited for the bliss to diminish and when I opened my eyes after a few seconds of holding myself from screaming with pleasure, panting, I found Ethan lying on his side, staring at my cock and body covered in cum. Shit! He was so focused on the mess that was my hands he didn't see me staring at him until he looked up. His face was the pure shock of a kid who just got caught. Fuck it! The best way to deal with it was with confidence. The only way I knew. "Liked what you'd seen?" I asked him with a grin. He averted his look from my face, instead he looked at the ceiling and blushed like hell. His face was all types of red. "Sorry... Sorry, lad. I was just waking up and heard the noises." He glanced down at my still hard cock again and flinched, closing his eyes. "Sorry!" "I guess I should be sorry for waking you up." I answered. I got up with my cock still out of my boxers, not trying to hide it, cleaned the mix of cum and lube with a towel and slipped back up my underwear. All that facing the bed of my roommate, giving him the last act of my show. I caught him glancing a few looks at me a couple of times and grinned. His face was red all the time. Sensing his awkwardness, I made one last joke, "This will happen from now on. With both of us. We might just get used to it. We're guys in the same room. If we can't jerk off here, where else should we go?" He shifted his body to lay on his back and put the back of his right forearm in front of his eyes. "Guess you're right." I stood there noticing he still had not gotten out of the covers and said, "Don't you tell me you got a morning wood too?" "Yes, I do. Sorry." He covered his face with his hands. He clearly was pent up too. "So? Take care of it." I paused. "Want me to leave?" I laughed under my breath and he didn't respond. "Alright! I'll go take a shower. You do you, my friend." I left him alone in the room wondering how big of a cock my roommate was hiding. Time drifted by and soon I was getting ready to attend the invitation of a total stranger. Hot stranger, I must say, so don't judge me. That afternoon was a little windy, but not so cold so I opted for casual clothes with no hoodies or jackets. I met Carl waiting by his car accompanied by Jeff -- the blond surfist -- and another guy I didn't know yet. They were chatting, leaning against a fine silver CLA 45. "What's up, dudes? How's it going?" I greeted them. They nod to me. Carl and the third guy bumped my first. "Ready to leg it?" Jeff asked, getting up, his hair bouncing as he walked to the drivers side. We all got in the car and headed for the frat house. I sat in the back with the brunette guy I didn't know. "Michael, this is Jim. He's in Sports Medicine." Carl introduced him as soon as he closed his door. That explains his incredible thighs and calves under those shorts. "Cool! Pleasure to meet you, Jim." I smiled too uncomfortable not knowing what to talk about with those strangers. They could be kidnaping me, for what I knew! "He's part of our Club." Jeff enhanced the word. "The Gay Society?" I asked, remembering the flier name. Jeff and Carl grinned looking at each other. "Kinda." Jeff left his answer in the air. Before I could've asked for more info, the car slowed down close to a stop at a street full of cars. People were getting crazy in the streets and even on the roof of a two storage ancient classical white house. I noticed one guy standing out in the middle of the multitude and messing with some other guy next to him. "That's the frat president: John McKlen." Jim noticed my gaze and leaned to my window, pointing to the shirtless guy I was staring at. "Y'all know them?" I asked. "Yes. We know every frat president. They have to stay in touch with our Club." He confirmed, again they were pointing out this word. Carl parked his Mercedez the best way he could since the street was a mess of people and we got out of the car. The street was crowded in front of the house and music was blasting from inside it. Only a few people were getting in by the time we arrived at the door. A bulky black guy was bouncing the entrance and collecting money from those desperate to get in the frat house. He was only allowing girls to go by and putting the money on a big jar next to him. "Names?" He asked Carl when we approached. "Not on the list, lad. We're from The Club." Carl answered him, looking a bit annoyed. His eyes were narrowing at the guy and I was sure they would explode in fist fights sooner than later. The bouncer didn't flinch an emotion through his face and didn't even move, so did Carl. "Next?" He shouted over the music. As I sensed Jeff was about to tilt and punch the guy in the middle of his face, the bouncer's phone received a message and he allowed us to enter. I looked back and Jim was coming back from the front yard where the frat president was staring at us. "When you ask nicely enough..." Jim said grinning. "He's a first year student." Jeff stopped me in front of the bouncer guy. The black guy asked for my wrist and wrapped a paper green bracelet around it. "What's that?" I asked him. "It's the frat rules." Jeff told me, pushing me in but not before giving the guy a last deadly look. I wanted to ask why, but as soon as I crossed the door I was sucked into the craziness of the first floor of the house that was impossibly crowded and music blasting from the sound system in the living room. I could see everything in the floor from kitchen to living room and people coming out and in from the bathrooms. I was following the others to the stairs as some handsome shirtless guy bumped into you. He was obviously drunk by the reddiness on his face and his dizzy eyes. His bicep had a vein ready to pop, pecs square as two bricks and, again, those washboard abs. What's in this city's water? "Man, I can't seem to find my shirt. That girl must've taken it." The shirtless hot guy said. He was light headed and sweaty. Maybe he just finish fucking her and went peeing? I don't know! Hell, I wanted to get in his pants too! "Dude, do you need help?" I tried to steady him with my hand on his back. "I just wanna get to my room upstairs." He reached the back of his hand in his face that was red in the cheeks and rubbed a little. That's when I noticed the same green bracelet I had on. "Michael, let's go! He's pledging, he can't get any help." Carl approached me to try to scream into my ears over the noise of the music. "Mike came back from his first one!" Three guys made their way between the crowd and reached us. One of them said with a beer in his hand. The guys cheered with the shirtless guy clearly uncomfortable. "Common, we gotta find him the next one. Still three to go!" He continued. "No, give me a break!" Mike protested. "Well, guess what?! You don't have a break. I'm your Big and I decide what you'll have to do to win this." Beer guy shouted. "Michael, come on!" Me and the shirtless guy looked at Carl at the same time. "My Michael." He pointed at me. Everybody seemed too drunk and the shirtless guy that I came to know as Mike -- cool name, ain't it? -- seemed more than drunk, even drugged, I thought. So I decided to help him as he seemed to be totally out of himself. "You can't help him. It's the frat rules." His Big warned me. "Fuck your rules! He's not ok." I blasted, holding myself back not to smack the guy in his face. The frat guy looked down at my wrist and flashed me a cold look. "It's your call. We're gonna report on both of you." "It's ok, lads. I'm going with them." Carl intervened and the guys accepted with a shit eating grin. We reached the stairs with me still helping Mike, my hand on his back as he was walking funny. "Carl? Mate, what are you doing? Are you nuts?" Jeff asked Carl angrily enough to cut glass. "I'll make sure they keep in line. Go on. We'll catch up later." Carl answered and we separated. Jim and Jeff went left in the upper hallway. "Where's your room?" Carl asked Mike. "There. End of the hallway." He pointed to the right. Carl shut the door behind us and we found ourselves in this messy boy room, with two bunk beds each on a sidewall with stuff, clothes and everything out of order. "Oh, mate. They're gonna be pissed at me. I have to go back downstairs." Mike quickly searched for a shirt on his top left bunk bed. "What happened?" I asked him. "It's his initiation. He has to have sex at least four times in one single day." Carl with an annoyed tone and his arms crossed answered me. "I should've had help this entire time. I'm so not getting into this place. I just failed Sigma Phi." Mike was pacing around the tiny room. "Ok. If you want this so bad go back downstairs but you need to drink some water or wait for it to cool down." I told him. He still was flustered and nervous and I felt bad for him. He must be going under a lot of stress with the hazing and all, I heard frat guys were completely jerks. "I can't." He said and sat down on the floor, lowering his head and messing his own hair. I wondered why he wanted to get back into action so bad for a moment and Carl came up with the answer. "He took blue pills to go through." I looked at his shorts and a huge bulging tent was formed that I didn't notice before. Poor guy! We heard a knock at the door and it subtly opened. Another hot tall shirtless guy was bringing two girls in the room, managing to kiss each one of them. He didn't notice us until he bumped into Carl. The look on their face was priceless as Carl gave them a dead serious look without saying a word. "We-- we thought it was unoccupied, sir." The guy gulped a dry ball of air. "Get out." Carl hissed between his teeth. The girls left the room giggling and the guy was in a sweat pool. "Oh, lad. Oh, lad. I'm so screwed! George is going to tie me with these two girls." Mike was up on his feet pacing again. "I'll tell you what: we can help you if you want to." Carl came up with an idea. "You're not supposed to help me." Mike said. "But if your Big comes up here, he's gonna ask for your shirt and we can give it to him." Mike and I looked at Carl who remained calm but with a side grin painted on his marble face. I recognized the same grin I have when I hit on guys. "They have cameras recording us. We can't lie." Mike nodded to a corner in the ceiling and there it was. A brand new camera constantly flashing a red light. "But we won't be lying." Carl took a step towards Mike groping his growing bulge in his jeans. He was just about opening the zipper when Mike almost shouted. "Whoa, whoa, whoa there, mate! I'm not into it!" He protected his view from Carl's pants. Carl just simply looked at me with his flashing smile and nodded towards Mike. The bastard wanted me to jump on his idea. Heavens! Where did I get myself into? But I must say, his smile was convincing enough. "Look, dude. You have a hard on that won't go away unless you cum. We can help you in another way." I got myself saying feeling a burning sensation inside me, coming all the way from my dick. He considered it for a while and broke his standing still position by removing his briefs. "Ok. But I'm not touching anybody." And that was it, a full size uncut pledge dick out in the air in front of me. The room was filled with three hot guys and we were about to have an amazing experience. Thank you, Oxford! I felt a hand on my shoulder forcing me down. "Mate, you came up with the idea." Carl said to me. Hey, you did! None of this was my idea and I wasn't liking it at all. I wasn't going to suck a stranger's dick that was inside a vagina not so long ago, by the looks of it. And I was totally uncomfortable with the situation of getting watched by someone on the other side of that camera. It felt all kinds of wrong like my parents would walk in the room at any time and get me on my knees with a cock in my throat. "This doesn't feel right." ________________________ Carl opened the door and checked in before he allowed me to get in the president's room. At first, I had nothing to point out as interesting about the room. There was a double bed in a corner, a flat medium sized TV on top of a dresser, a couch facing towards it and a studying table by the window. Some trophies and flags from the college hanging on the walls and a single red one above the TV written "Omega Psi". "I thought it would be bigger." I noted that to myself out loud. "I thought it would be bigger': tittle of your sex tap." Carl joked back at me and we both laughed. "What the hell! What took you so long?" Jeff was sitting on the couch, looking unamused at the TV and glared at me and Carl with a cold dead look. "We were helping out the guy." I said and Jeff ignored me, looking at Carl for an answer. "What were you thinking?" Jeff snapped at him. "Chill, mate! We got it covered." Carl said. Jeff took a moment and looked from my face to Carl's and came up with the conclusion. "Didn't you tell me he was coming up?" Jeff asked Jim. "He is!" Jim assured him. "He knows I don't like to wait." Jeff was so annoyed that it was starting to get under my skin. What's wrong with this guy? Can't he just relax already? Or was I too relaxed to deal with his mood? "Tittle of your sex tap?" Carl joked again and I laughed under my breath. Jeff nodded silently no' and stood up facing the window, Carl sat on the ground near the bed and Jim waited leaning against the dresser looking at his phone. "Where the fuck is he at?" Jeff was completely irritated. "I'm right here." John swung the door open. "You're too grumpy today, Jeff! Have you tried jerking off?" He laughed. Oh my...! If I told you John was a good looking guy, scratch that. He was completely stunning this close! His unshaved beard, hazel eyes and perfectly combed hair were a plus on top of that body on him. I think my jaw was on the floor cause he looked at me scanning my frame making me straighten myself. "Are you willing to help me?" Jeff grinned in a complete change of facial expressions. Ownn! They must have hearts for each other, I bet. "Lads, can we skip the waffle?" Jim took the lead. "What do you got?" "I have three of my lads wanting to join The Fuck Club." John said. The what club now? "Then where are they?" Jeff asked. "I got two of them to supervise the contest and the other one is in his room next to mine." He answered. "So here we go!" Jeff said, a bit excited. "Aren't you supposed to initiate two of them at the same time?" John was puzzled. And I wanted to raise my hand so anyone could enlighten me. What the hell was this? "Yes, we will. Your guy and our new one." Carl patted my left shoulder and that's when John paid attention to me and my wrist. All I wanted to know was what was that Club and how do you get yourself into it, but on top of that I was actually liking where this was going. I raised my hand and started speaking on my behalf "What's this... Club?" "My brother founded it with some of his mates from Winchester when they came to Oxford five years ago. He introduced me to everything as soon as he realized I was gay. There are just three criteria for membership: you're gay, you're a hench, and you love sex. That's us, slut. It can't be bad." Jim had a side grin on his face. Fuck! That was a hell of a club to get in. And I didn't know why, but I was utterly enjoying it. Carl gave me a moment to process all the info and then spoke. "So... Do you wanna join in? We have to initiate you right now." "I'm down!" I answered a bit too quickly and too loud. "Yes, you are." Jeff laughed. I didn't notice, but John came back with his guy, a tall lean dude with a square jaw and gray eyes. "This is Simon. I'm leaving you to be." And then he left. Well, that's a shame he won't participate in whatever the heck is about to happen here. But who am I to want the frat president on day one? I didn't have the time to dwell in the looks of Simon when Jeff straightened up. "To get in the Club, the rules are simple. You have to last one hour straight having sex with one of The Leaders: us." He said it straight out, no blushing whatsoever. Something inside my pants was starting to answer yes before my own mouth. They were coming in hot after me and this Simon guy. Jeff even took a step forward in my direction, taking his brown leather jacket off when Carl stopped him with his arm in front of his chest. "Hold on, lad! They have to choose." Carl glanced at Jeff like he was disapproving of his sudden moves. He turned to us. "You each have to choose one of us." As Simon was standing next to me, I couldn't see what his facial expression was like when Jim said "Don't worry. It's a one on one thing unless you want to take on more challenges." He smirked. "But--" I gagged in my own words. Great! "But what are the perks of being in this Club?" "Having second thoughts? You can still get out now." Jeff laughed and Carl looked annoyed at him. Jim cleared his throat for everyone to hear. "Well... Being part of The Fuck Club makes you get in any frat you want without going through the pledging. You can have access to every frat and sisterhood party, all their presidents will know you by name. And you'll be... recommended to help Oxford's athletes, gym 24/7, along with other advantages." He smiled like he was trying to sell me a credit card instead of talking about sex in every sentence. I didn't have much to think about. What's to consider when this is all I've wanted ever since I left my home town? It was exciting and enticing enough, at least for the beast leashed in my underwear. "I want in and I'll take Carl." It was the first time Simon said a word and this already got me pissed with him. "I want Carl as well!" I said my thoughts out loud. Damn it! I didn't have the time to think of each one of these completely amazing studs I wanted in my bed for an hour. But like a child fighting against a toy that was not being used, I realized I wanted him too. Carl laughed like he was in an amusement park. His deep voice contributed to the reverberation in the room and he finished flashing us with his bright smile. I think this guy was going to put a spell on me. His manners were lovely. "This is not `bagsy'." He faded his smile away and his face got sexier like I've never seen. He lowered his gaze to me, tilting his head slightly to the right like a lion getting ready to attack his prey. "I'll have Michael." My smile tears open my mouth from ear to ear and I was flustered. Jim and Jeff patted Carl's back at the same time like they were silently calling him a dog. Well, they had to give it to him: there were two guys wanting to jump up and down on top of his dick. "We'll have the room first." He said without taking his eyes off me, like I was going to flee. Jeff, Jim and Simon left talking about getting a beer downstairs to get to know each other. Great! They got beer--and--chat, I got the hottest guy I've seen on campus devouring me with his eyes. I turned to lock the door behind me but there was no key. "Nobody is insane to walk in the president's room, especially in the middle of a party." I turned back and he was already five inches from me, looking at me from the top. Just here I realized two things: he was a bit taller than me; second, we already had another experience before that made another thing clear: "I don't bottom." He completed my thought. I wanted to melt. Could he be more perfect than he already was? He was the whole package deal! See, I consider myself a top too, but the way he acted, looked and the size of his cock printed on my mind would open a new path for me tonight. He gently embraced me around my lower back and pulled me in closer inside his hug. This sent shivers up my spine and scared me a bit, oddly. I didn't know if it was the sudden situation I realized I was getting myself into: having sex with a guy I just met in less than 24 hours, or if it was that I didn't want to screw this up, because that fine piece of a man was everything a guy could've ask. He lowered his head closer, rubbing the tip of our noses. He was asking for a kiss wordless and I hesitated for a moment, as my body instinctively told me to freeze. What the heck was wrong with me? "If you want, we can do this later." He paused with a cute smile on his face. His voice was a whisper in my ears. "We can go down and have a good time, drink something." He was pushing past my head, rubbing his one--day--not--shaved beard on my right side of the face and got access to my neck. My knees bent a little when he started nibbling on it. Oh my...! I moaned a bit with the feeling and lost compassing on my breath for a second. That side was my secret horny switcher and he was turning it on. My full hard dick twitched against his and I was feeling my own blood temperature. "Can I give up?" I got myself blurting out.