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The List Chapter 8: Michael
Specimen's Name: Michael
Height: 6'2
Build: 190, muscular
Occupation: Student (Pre-Law)
Age: 22, junior
Dimensions: 8' cut
The day after I hooked up with Ben, I was riddled with confusion. Kyle texted me early on in the morning reminding me that we had plans for tonight. As soon as I saw his name pop up on my phone screen, I felt a pang of guilt.
Why the hell did I think going out with Ben was a good idea in the first place? Why did I think going up to his apartment was a good idea after I'd been drinking with him and getting signals from him all night long? How did I honestly justify giving him a blow job and making out with him when a calendar week hadn't passed since Kyle said he wanted to try the exclusive thing?
When I got home from my lone Friday class, Spencer was in the room playing Super Smash and trash talking a kid over his headset.
"Caucus when you're done," I said to him, sat down on my bed and pulled out the list. On the page after Eric, I wrote Ben's name and his information. I also drew an arrow that curved to the side in an attempt to illustrate he wasn't as straight as I thought.
A couple of minutes later Spencer put the game down and asked me what was up.
"I have no clue," I told him. "I thought this guy was straight, I really did and then a few hours later, we're drunk and jacking each other off."
"Is that all that happened?" Spencer asked me. Not willing to confess that after Ben and I had decided to jack each other off, I took the plunge and blew him, I told Spencer that that was all that happened. "Then I wouldn't worry about it. I mean, if you and I whipped it out right now and jacked off, Kyle wouldn't have a problem with that, would he?"
I just shrugged. "Maybe Kyle was right. Maybe this whole dating thing is stupid."
"Buyer's remorse already? It hasn't even been a week. I hope you kept the receipt," Spencer joked.
"I mean, you were right. The past three weeks, I've hooked up with a random assortment of guys while keeping Kyle on the burner. Maybe it's just easier that way," I told him.
"You two and your flip-flopping is really giving me a headache," Spencer said. "The minute you're ready to give up your freedom, Kyle backs out. Now that he's in it to win it, you're ready to jump on the Java Express with this barista guy? You know what, I am going to butt in for this once and tell you to shit or get off the pot. If you want Kyle, then be with Kyle. End of story. If you're determined to live up this slut phase, then do it and make no apologies. Just pick one and stick with it."
Spencer was more than right and at that point, the only voice of reason I needed. I had to make a choice, and I had to make it soon—I had dinner plans with Kyle that night.
Even though everything Spencer had said made complete and total sense, I needed a second opinion on whether or not to tell Kyle about Ben. I called David and asked what he was doing for lunch, thinking a third party that didn't know anyone except me could be give me some sound advice. He agreed to meet me for lunch at a wing place just south of campus.
"I think you don't tell him," David said. "I mean, I've heard you talk about this Kyle guy, you're crazy about him. This Ben thing was a one off thing. I mean, you thought he was straight up until you had your lips around his dick. I say you file it away under drunk mistakes and move on."
For David it was that simple. After being with him, I knew firsthand how easy it was for him to check his emotions at the door. I mean, here we were still friends after hooking up and nothing was weird. I decided he was older and wiser and probably right. But he was also single, so how right could he be.
I decided that tonight out with Kyle was going to be a litmus test. The pH paper was in and I was going to read the results come morning. I had to decide if I was going to shit or get off the pot, so to speak, and so I had to make keen observations tonight. Could I date Kyle? Could I really be in this 100% like we'd talked about? I knew I didn't want to hurt him, so if I couldn't stand up to the pressure, I'd better get out of it now rather than later.
Thinking we were just going to grab dinner and start drinking, I got to Kyle's at 7, like he said, wearing jeans and a polo shirt.
"Is that what you're wearing to dinner?" he asked when I stepped into his room. I gave him a questioning look.
"I didn't think we were going to the Ritz," I said confused. "Let's just grab something quick and then start pre-gaming."
Kyle had a look on his face that I'd never seen before. It was like he was annoyed for some reason.
"Sit down," he said. I sat down on the side of his bed. Kyle smiled at me, kneeled down and put his hand on my crotch. He didn't break eye contact as he started rubbing back and forth, eliciting an immediate reaction from my pecker. "I have a confession to make, and I don't want you to be upset at all." A confession? What the hell kind of confession?
"Explain," I said leaning back a little. Before he continued, Kyle undid the four buttons of my jeans and lowered them slowly. I had no clue what was going on, but I liked it.
"So I didn't want to tell you before because I didn't want to freak you out," he said. By now, he had his hand wrapped around my dick and was stroking it back and forth slowly. I let out an "ok" mixed with a soft moan. If he didn't get to the point quickly, I'd lose it. "But we're going to dinner with my brother tonight."
I immediately grabbed Kyle's wrist to stop him from stroking my dick. Sitting there with a hard on and my boyfriend fist pumping my cock, I couldn't believe I was stopping him, but I had to object. "Absolutely not," I said. "Are you kidding? You weren't going to tell me I was having dinner with your family tonight?"
"It's not a big deal," Kyle replied. "It's not like you're meeting my whole family, just Jason. And he's really excited to meet you." After a silence, Kyle continued. "I told him that I was seeing someone and he said he wanted to meet you. No big deal."
"This is the second time you've ambushed me, Mr. Wriggs," I said. Kyle's hand was still on my dick, which showed no sign of going down despite my frustration.
"And last time, if I remember correctly, you hooked up with a friend of mine. I think you owe me, Mr. Carpenter," Kyle replied. I took that moment to assess the position I was in. I did owe him for the whole Asher debacle—not to mention the Eric and Ben debacles that followed. Plus he was kneeling between my legs, my rock hard cock in his hands. He could have gotten away with anything at that point. "Now, because I'm a nice guy, I'm not going to blackmail you into changing clothes and coming to dinner with my brother and me. What I will do is suck you off, right now, really quickly in an attempt to compel you to come to this dinner on your own free will."
Before I had a chance to answer, the entire length of my dick disappeared into Kyle's mouth. I felt the head of my mouth hit the back wall of his throat, and I immediately rolled my head back and let out an "oh shit." My hips involuntarily lifted upwards and I was inside Kyle's mouth as far as I could go.
I leaned back on my elbows and let my boyfriend go to work. When I say that Kyle gives the best head, to date, I've never had head better than that. His sheer enthusiasm about tasting my dick was enough to drive me crazy. He kept alternating speeds, bobbing up and down really quickly and then slowing down and taking my entire shaft into his mouth. His tongue also seemed to be everywhere from the underside of my cock to the ridge just under my head to the slit that was oozing precum like it was getting paid.
When Kyle said it was going to be quick, he meant it. After a couple of minutes of bobbing back and forth, Kyle really went for the gusto. He put the entire length of my dick into his mouth, looked up at me with big eyes that made me wonder what was about to happen and then he sucked on me as hard as I'd ever felt. He started turning his head in a circular motion, creating an entirely new sensation. It was like a whirlpool jet was massaging my dick.
A second later, I spewed every ounce of semen I had inside of me. Kyle let out a loud grateful moan as I felt his throat swallow squirt after squirt of my cum. To be completely honest, I was so enthralled by the feeling his throat was making on my dick I didn't even realize I'd stayed hard even after I'd stopped cumming.
Kyle stood up, wiped his chin and grinned down at me. "Now what do you say, Coop? Will you or won't you come to dinner with me and my brother tonight?"
I had no idea how I could even say no to anything he'd asked me after that. I would have gone to the moon with this guy if he had wanted me to. Instead of answering I just stood up and kissed him, tasting myself on his breath.
"That's what I thought," Kyle said when I let go of his lips. "Let's get you dressed."
Kyle pulled out a couple of things from his closet that he was convinced would fit me. He explained that we were going to a steakhouse in uptown, and so a polo and jeans wouldn't cut it. I think he was more interested in showing the famous Jason Wriggs that he'd landed a good catch.
I stuffed my still semi-hard cock into a pair of black jeans that required me to lay horizontal in order to button them. We went through three button down shirts until we found one that I could button all the way down, although I still had no clue how I was going to manage eating without popping. To hide the give, my boyfriend turned stylist made me wear a vest. I'm not a big guy and take pride in the fact that my metabolism allows me certain freedoms, but I didn't realize just how tiny Kyle was until I was stuffing myself into his clothes.
"You look amazing," he said to me.
"Really?" I asked. I felt like I looked ridiculous. I would have given anything to be in a pair of jeans and a polo, but apparently that wasn't good enough for the Wriggs. Kyle himself was wearing a pair of dark slacks, a striped button front shirt and a blazer. Feeling gayer than I'd ever felt before, we left and met up with Jason at Two Forks in uptown.
When we walked into the restaurant, Kyle was greeted by the host as if they knew each other.
"Is Jason already here?" Kyle asked. The guy led us to a table for three in the center of the dining room. When I first saw Jason Wriggs, I almost stopped dead in my tracks. The guy was a fox. He was 6' tall and had the most perfectly coiffed head of blonde hair I'd ever seen. His skin was fair and smooth and the only imperfection was a small beauty mark on his right temple. When he stood and shook my hand, it was so firm and warm, I thought I might melt. His smile was more inviting than I'd ever seen. He reminded me almost immediately of Brad Pitt circa Ocean's 11.
"So you are Cooper," Jason said in a deep voice that sounded like it belonged on the radio.
"That would be me," I said. As we sat there getting acquainted and making small talk, I got the sense that Kyle and I were passing a sort of milestone that I couldn't even begin to deny. I was meeting his brother; that meant something. As the night unfolded, I relaxed more and more and let the combined Wriggs charm win me over.
And boy were they charming. If I thought Kyle was great on his own, its cuz I'd never seen him with his brother. They had a million inside jokes that I was slowly but surely getting familiarized with. Kyle clearly looked up to his brother, but at the same time, they complimented each other perfectly.
"So are you two doing the Sigma auction tomorrow," Jason asked just as the waiter was dropping off another bottle of wine and clearing our dinner plates.
"I forgot that was coming up," Kyle said. "No one asked me this year." Noticing my confused look, Kyle explained "Last year, the Sigmas asked me to be in their annual auction. They always pick a couple of brothers to sell off to the highest bidder for a night of `servitude' so to speak. They mostly end up going to either a girl's house so they can clean in their underwear or to someone that has a crush on them. Sometimes brothers chip in to be forced labor."
"Kyle here was bought by a girl who made him dance to—"
"Total Eclipse of the Heart," Kyle interrupted. "For an hour. She had it on loop and she wanted me to strip, but I was so nervous I couldn't even get my shirt up. And then she pounced and took advantage of me."
"Oh, come on," Jason interjected. "You loved it, and you still owe me for getting you in the auction in the first place. Kyle was my pick, so imagine my big brother pride when he got the highest bid."
"What can I say?" Kyle responded. I just watched the Wriggs show at work. It was no wonder the Sigmas were so taken by Kyle even though he wasn't a member. When he let loose like he was in front of Jason, I couldn't think of a single person that wouldn't like him.
"Say the word and you two are in the auction," Jason said taking a sip of his wine. "I hear this year, they're dressing everyone up as a statue and people are placing silent bids. It'll be a lot of fun."
I hesitated and just let Kyle do the answering. I wouldn't even know where to begin being in a Sigma fundraiser. I wasn't sure that Jason's influence even extended to me.
"Give me the go and I'll call Rusty right now," Jason said pulling his phone out. Kyle just looked at me, his eyes asking if I wanted to do it.
"You don't have to be a Sigma to do it?" I asked.
"Not when you're represented by Wriggs and Wriggs," Jason said smiling.
"LLP," Kyle finished. They burst out into laughter and I just smiled at them. "How about this," Kyle said. "Why doesn't Cooper here do the auction and I'll just make sure I'm the highest bidder."
"Really?" I said giving him a wicked smile. "You think you can afford me?" It was equal parts question and equal parts challenge.
"Of course I can," he said.
"Ok, I'd better get the check before things get too hot and serious around here," Jason said flagging a waiter over. A few minutes later, we were leaving Two Forks and Jason was on the phone.
"Listen, Rus, you know Kyle's friend Cooper, right? Yeah, he said he'll do it. Well if you pick him, he'd better win or you'll break the presidential streak. You have a lot of faith in this kid, huh?" I winced at the thought of what Rusty was telling Jason, but figured he wouldn't implicate himself like that. I whispered to Kyle that I had no idea Rusty was the new president and he just winked at me. "Yeah, do what you have to get him in. I'm sure this guy could raise over a thou, are you kidding. Ok, I'll see you tomorrow then." He hung up the phone and told me I was in.
"Rus told me to tell you to do some warm up sit-ups before you show up tomorrow. He has a special outfit in mind for you," I stopped in my tracks. Kyle was giving me a wicked grin and Jason looked amused as well.
"I can imagine what Rusty has in mind, and I'll need more than a few sit-ups," I protested.
"That's not what Rusty thought," Jason said giving me a wink. I guess Rusty had told Jason everything. "Kyle here might have some competition if he wants to win you."
"I can loan him out for a night if I have to," Kyle said. I punched his arm. As Kyle and I were driving back to campus, he asked me what I'd thought about his brother.
"Ya'll are so awesome together," I responded. "It was like dinner with Frank and Joe Hardy."
"You didn't think he was too amazing to be my brother, did you?" Kyle asked looking over at me. I put my hand on his thigh.
"What is that even supposed to mean?" I asked him.
"I dunno. I guess I'm being stupid. I just always end up in his shadow. Even my friends think Big Wriggs is the cooler of the Wriggs brothers," he confessed.
"Well I'm glad I got the brother that I got," I said. At that point, I decided I wasn't going to tell Kyle about Ben at all—ever. Sitting there in his car, talking and sharing and getting more intimate with our lives than we had been in the past month, I was content. And I wanted to stay content for as long as I could.
"So you're sure about the auction thing?" he asked me when we were getting closer to campus. "You don't have to if you don't want to."
"Are you kidding?" I said looking at him. "It'll be a ton of fun. And as long as you promise to win the auction, I'm game."
"I mean, these things get pretty pricey. I don't know if I can devote my entire allowance to winning you for one night," he said.
"You bet by ass you will," I said laughing.
As we neared campus, I texted Spencer: Any chance Kyle and I can get the room tonight.
A minute later, from Spencer: All night? You do realize its November Crunch. Do you two study ever?
Boldening up, I texted him: It's hard to memorize dates and facts when your boyfriend is dicking you really good.
Spencer replied: You're insatiable and disgusting. Use lube. Don't touch my bed.
I smiled, turned to Kyle and told him that we had my dorm room if we wanted it.
"Oh course we want it," he said, putting his car in park in a garage across the street. As we walked back to my dorm, Kyle grabbed my hand and held it inside of his. I smiled at him.
When we got back to the casa, I wanted nothing more than to strip out of the too-tight clothes and climb into bed with Kyle.
"Wait," he said as he saw me begin to undo my pants. "Let me." I couldn't help but smile as Kyle walked to me, and began undressing me. We didn't break eye contact one time, something so sexy, I thought I might cream right then. Kyle's movements were slow and deliberate and for someone whose rock hard cock desperately wanted to be free, it was excruciating.
Kyle's assisted striptease left me wearing nothing but his vest over my bare chest and a hard on. When I was as naked as I was going to get, Kyle kissed me deeper than he ever had and pushed me down to the bed. My dick was sticking straight up and slapping against my abdomen.
And then Kyle began his own striptease. I couldn't quite figure out what music was playing in his head, but he slowly ran his hands down his torso to the beltline of his jeans. He unbuttoned them and lowered them slowly. Then he ran his hands up his torso, taking off the tight shirt that revealed the tight body underneath. Kyle stood there in front of me, stark naked, looking sexier than anyone I thought I'd ever get my hands on.
That night, we did more than just have sex. It sounds like a bad daytime soap opera cliché, but really, we made love. We weren't in any rush and Kyle was adamant that we take our time. Any time I started humping him too fast, he'd slow me down or even stop me from moving completely and we'd lay there, with me inside of him, feeling every last inch of him.
After the striptease, Kyle turned around and lowered himself onto my lap. He sat between my legs, wrapped my arms around his torso and chest, and slowly guided my dick into his ass. We sat there like that, Kyle almost off the side of the bed, me holding him close to me, for what felt like hours.
"I could stay like this forever," I told him, not even thrusting into him. He just leaned his head back, craned his neck and kissed me.
Next, Kyle leaned us back so that I was laying down, my feet up on the side of the bed and my knees up. Kyle had possession of my hands and outstretched them as far away from our bodies as they would go. He leaned back with me, arched his back, and ever so slowly rose off my dick and then slid back down. I'd never had the person I was fucking control the pace so expertly, but underneath Kyle in that position, there was literally nothing I could do but let him ride me.
He wanted me inside of him for as long as possible, so his moves were slow and calculated. I was helpless and the feeling of slow long strokes on my cock was enough to drive anyone crazy. To distract myself from how amazing Kyle's tight ass felt on my dick, I preoccupied myself with his ears, sucking and biting down on them as if they were my own personal chew toy.
After what felt like a minute but was actually an eternity, Kyle moved us so that we were both lying on our side. Without ever letting my cock slip out of his ass, he positioned us so that he was spooned perfectly inside of the nook my body was creating for him. In this position, I felt Kyle in a completely different way. It was like I was so deep inside of him, I was feeling new parts of him that I'd yet to explore.
Again, he had my hands intertwined with his and this time he used our hands to massage his own dick. I thought the heat radiating off of our combined bodies would combust us both into a huge ball of fire. At that moment, with Kyle in my arms, I felt more content than I ever had in my life.
And then my body couldn't control itself any more.
"I'm gonna cum," I whispered, afraid to ruin the mood by being top loud. I let out a soft moan and arched my head back.
"Wait," Kyle said. I felt his ass pulse onto my dick. If he didn't want me to come yet, that wasn't the best move he could make. "I want you to cum inside of me."
He turned his head and I could see his expression. At that point, I was still wearing a condom, but it was clear what Kyle was asking me to do. It was the ultimate test of trust, and looking back it was stupid. But at the time, I was an 18-year-old romantic on the brink of love with the guy in my arms. For the first time in a couple of hours, I pulled my dick out of Kyle's ass, pulled the condom off my cock and then effortlessly slid my dick back into Kyle.
The feeling of being inside of him bare was sensational. Every nerve ending on my cock was on fire. Kyle could feel my dick pulsing because for the first time that night, he moved with some sort of sexual urgency. He leaned us back into the position with him on top, back arched, and thrusting upwards. I wished to God I could see his face as he moved up and down slowly, fucking himself on my rod.
It only took a minute of actual fucking to put me over. And then I realized what Kyle was trying to accomplish. He wanted us to cum together. At the exact moment that I felt my balls tense up, my toes curl over the side of the bed and a wave rush from my head to my cock, I felt Kyle's body go rigid on top of me. His cock lurched and spit a continuous string of cum up his torso and to his neck at the exact same moment that my cock let rip deep inside of him.
Involuntarily, Kyle let out at an "Oh fucking god," that resembled a roar more than a moan. Unable to control myself either, I simply grunted "Aaagh," while digging my nails into Kyle's chest and arching us both upwards.
The orgasm was unreal. It was like someone had tied me up and hadn't let me cum for an entire year and then suddenly touched my cock and I exploded. It was out of body. The sounds, the feelings, the smell, the intensity of cumming inside of Kyle while he came on top of us was unreal in the most pleasurable way. I noticed we were both screaming and panting after the fact. If my neighbors Chris and Jeremy didn't know I was gay before tonight, hearing Kyle and I lose our loads with each other would do the trick.
"I think I'm dead," I said to Kyle, pulling out of him but not going far. That night we fell asleep with him spooned inside of me almost immediately after we both came. I woke up at some point in the night, too mortified to move and wake up Kyle that I just lay there, trying to match my breathing to his. I took the time to notice how he slept, with my arm around him and with his hand pressed over my hand, both of them planted firmly near his heart. We were in perfect sync that way. He had also done something I hadn't noticed before. Somehow in the course of falling asleep, Kyle had put one of his legs between mine so that it was like our feet were intertwined just like our hands were. I dozed back off feeling like I never wanted to wake up.
The next morning was a master class in reality avoidance. I woke up at nine with Kyle still asleep next to me. I yawned and said "Get up, babe."
"What time is it?" he asked me groggily turning around to face me.
"It's nine," I said.
"Shit," he replied suddenly very awake. "I have a study group in half an hour."
"How did you manage a study group on Saturday morning?" I asked.
"How did you manage your breath to smell like that?" he asked with a look of sheer horror on his face. I guess this was the first time we'd ever technically woken up together. Usually Kyle was long gone before I got up.
"Can I shower and get ready here?" he said sitting up, still butt naked and looking amazing to me. I was in awe.
"Yeah, if you want to. I can meet you for breakfast after your meeting cuz I have nothing to do this morning," I said. "Like God intended."
"Yeah well, let me tell you what God didn't intend," he said flipping me the bird and walking into our bathroom. "That breath." I lay back down, ready to doze off for another hour or two. A couple of minutes later, I heard Kyle say "Babe, can I use your toothbrush?"
For a second, I thought it was incredibly weird that he wanted to. A toothbrush is extremely intimate and I wouldn't be able to use someone else's, even Kyle's. But then again, I'd eaten out of his asshole, so I guess a toothbrush wasn't a big deal. "Go ahead, it's the green one," I replied.
After his shower, Kyle asked if I had any clean t-shirts that he could wear. I knew they'd all hang loosely on him, but I told him to rummage away. He took a shirt I'd hand since freshman year of high school that was orange and said CHS Tigers on it. Wearing it, he looked like he could have still been in high school. I was a little apprehensive having him use all of my stuff: toothbrush, deodorant, gel and comb.
As if he read my mind, while he was putting on my shirt, he said "Maybe, I mean, since this is gonna be a regular thing or whatever, I could bring some stuff over here and you can take some to my place. That way it won't be weird," he finished. We agreed to go to CVS that evening and get travel sizes of everything.
I spent the rest of the day walking through the motions, wondering exactly what a Sigma auction consisted of. Kyle came over at 5 pm, just as I was examining my abs in the mirror. I'd definitely managed to ward off the freshman fifteen so far, and although I was slim, I was nowhere near toned enough to parade around in whatever Rusty had cooked up. I noticed that my shoulders were still broad, and my chest still firm and I still had the traces of the six pack I'd never needed to work for. Maybe I'd start hitting the gym with Kyle when he went, just to get that definition back.
"You look phenom," Kyle said. As I got dressed, he explained the whole ordeal to me. "So I was in it last year, and like Jason told you, I was bought by a girl for eight hundred dollars." I was baffled that college kids had that much money to just toss around. "For payment, she wanted me to strip down to these yellow boy shorts to Total Eclipse of the Heart." So not only would I be nude tonight, but whatever task I had to perform for the winner would require multiple levels of undress. "We'll head over to the house now, and Rusty will help dress you. Since Rusty picked you, he's responsible for making you look the best you can. It's a competition between the brothers too. If you win, he wins, so to speak," Kyle added, smiling at me. I made a face at him and he continued. "Listen, Coop, whatever happens tonight, just go with it, ok?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, putting my shirt on, genuinely wondering what he meant.
"I know this happened to me last year, so it'll probably happen to you too. The guy that dresses you will probably want to fluff you up," Kyle said sitting down on my bed.
"Fluff me up?" I asked. I'd heard the term, but I couldn't remember what it meant.
"Last year, right before the auction, which was more cattle drive-style, Jason sent in a girl to get me excited. Hard, horny," he added.
"Ok," I said. "I get it. So Rusty is going to cop a feel or two, no big deal. Nothing he hasn't done before," I said grinning sheepishly at Kyle.
"Ok," he replied. "I just want you to have a good time, so if it happens, just go with it."
"You mean you don't mind some frat God feeling your boyfriend up for the evening?" I teased him.
"The good thing about my boyfriend is there's enough of him to go around," Kyle smiled at me. "Plus I know where he sleeps. And who he sleeps with."
I finished getting dressed, thinking I had another free pass if Rusty did indeed want to fluff me up. I know that I'd only been with Kyle for a short time, but I honestly felt like I was dating the coolest guy in the world. When I was dressed and ready to go, Kyle drove us both over to the Sigma house. It felt strange being there while everything was still being set up and quiet. Jason was there drinking red wine and offered Kyle some, saying that models shouldn't drink before a show. He promised to get me sloshed after the auction though.
"You never know who'll win you," Jason said. "You might need some liquid courage."
I hung out with Jason, Kyle and some of the seniors who were bossing the pledges around. It felt really awkward watching them yell orders to guys my age dressed in absurd colors from head to toe. I recognized blue pledge, but the rest of them just blended together. When Jason asked me if I wanted a water and sent yellow pledge to get me one, with fresh lemon, I felt sort of bad for him.
At eight o'clock, still having not seen Rusty, one of the brothers said I should probably head upstairs and get dressed. He gave me directions to a room on the third floor, I said see you later to Jason and Kyle and proceeded to get made up.
I opened the door, expecting to see Rusty there ready to dress me in whatever, but I was greeted by a different guy altogether.
"Hi," he said. "I'm Michael." I introduced myself to Michael, noticing immediately that he was movie-star gorgeous. I took a brief moment to wonder where SMU, and more specifically the Sigmas, found all of these attractive men. He was 6'2, about 190 lbs, not overly muscular but definitely built. He had effortlessly side-swept brown hair that kind of glistened against his light skin and green eyes. And those eyes, it was like they could see right through you. He reminded me impossibly of Ian Somerhalder for some reason.
"Where's Rusty?" I asked nervously stepping into the room. Michael closed the door behind.
"You can have a seat," he said. "Rusty is tending to some presidential business, but he sent me up to get you ready. You know there is a lot of pressure on you, Cooper."
"Oh there is?" I asked sitting down on the bed. The room was smaller than the last upstairs bedroom I'd been inside at the Sigma house. It really just had a bed, a small desk and a stand with a stereo.
"Oh, immense pressure," he said. "The president's pick always wins the most money at our annual auction. It's been that way for six years running. But some guys who don't think Rusty should have been appointed Pres are pulling out all the stops, so... pressure." Michael had walked to the bed while he was talking. I guess this whole thing was a much bigger deal than I thought. I didn't think I would go for 800 dollars like Kyle had last year.
"How exactly did I get picked by Rusty," I asked. "Just out of curiousity."
"Well you know the models are usually pledges, but some of the officers always take liberties with who they pick. Kyle was Jason's pick last year, as I'm sure you've heard," he said. I wasn't exactly sure what he meant by that, but there did seem to be a hint of knowingness in his voice. "And I guess Rusty has taken a liking to you. It's not uncommon really, especially for Rusty." I raised an eyebrow as if to ask what he meant, hoping he'd just go ahead and tell me. Seeing my face change, he added "By that I just mean that Rusty likes freshman. It's common knowledge."
A lot had been revealed in Michael's speech that I wasn't even ready to be aware of. So the Sigma's knew about Kyle and me, not surprising. And they also knew about Rusty's crush on me. Evidently Rusty was out to his brothers, at least about his freshman boy fetish. Is that why some of them didn't want him being president?
"Anyway," Michael said. "You're stuck with me tonight," he said flashing me a million-dollar smile. "So go ahead and take your shirt off and we'll get started."
I did what he asked while Michael opened up a jar of body butter. I wondered what the hell I'd be wearing.
The next thing I felt were Michael's strong hands rubbing cool oil on my back. I could feel immediately that his hands were huge and they pressed down on me firmly, warming up as he worked. "Let me know if I press in too deep," he said.
"I'm sure I'll be able to handle it," I said. He let out a chuckle. As he rubbed glistening cream on my back, I wondered if I was lucky enough to have Michael as my dresser and my fluffer. I felt Michael's hands go lower and lower and I stifled the urge to let out a grateful moan. Even though this was for charity, I couldn't help but enjoy it. Michael's hands felt amazing as they neared the small of my back.
"We're going to have to lower these pants," he said to me. "Rusty's orders." I wondered why Rusty sent Michael up to do the task he'd clearly dreamed up for himself.
As I was undoing my pants and letting Michael slide them off of me, I wondered just how much Rusty had told this guy. I mean, if he knew that I'd blown his fraternity's president a couple of weeks ago, would he still be rubbing warm oil over my thighs and legs right now? When Michael announced it was time for me to turn over, I tensed up and hesitated. I knew I had an embarrassingly hard boner that was about to be seen by this ridiculously hot junior.
"It's no big deal, we've all been there," Michael said. I guess that was my cue. I rolled over. "I know I have magical hands, so I don't blame you're... excitement." He smiled down at me and began rubbing my chest. "You know, I can see why Rusty picked you. You're definitely going to get a lot of bids tonight."
Wow, I thought. This stud actually just complimented me. I guess I was feeling insecure earlier about nothing. His hands worked slowly but efficiently. I guessed he was trying to take his time without feeling like he was giving me a rubdown. To be honest, I could have done my front section myself, but I wasn't going to protest.
"So what exactly am I wearing?" I asked Michael. He grinned at me just as he was oiling up the small patch of hair I kept neatly trimmed above my dick. He had to manually move my hard cock out of the way to get my entire torso to glisten.
Without answering my question, Michael reached over and pulled out a jar of black body paint.
"No," I said.
"I have my instructions," Michael said. "You're going to get a thin top coat from about here to here," he said, marking off from my upper thigh to just below my belly button. "Like I said, you have a good shot at winning this thing."
I wondered what everyone else was going to be wearing. "Well," I said gathering every ounce of courage I had lying there under Michael's hands. "As you can see, I have sort of a hard problem that might be really awkward if its only covered in black paint... so if you wouldn't mind letting me take care of this before you get to painting, that would be awesome."
"I have a better idea," Michael said. A second later, as if every single one of my dreams at that moment had come true, he bent over and took my dick into his mouth. I let out an involuntary gasp followed by a deep moan. I mean, honestly, this gorgeous guy was on my dick and all I had to do was lay there in all my shiny glory, letting him suck away.
And suck away he did. His hands still slick from the body butter, he rubbed them along my chest and torso as I watched his head bob up and down, expertly taking every inch of me in. After a couple of minutes, he swiveled on the bed so that his jean clad crotch was in my face. He let go of my crotch for a second and said "We don't have that much time. Do you mind a little teamwork?" I certainly didn't. Not needing any prodding, I took Kyle's advice and just went with it. A second later, I had Michael's pants undone and his eight inch rock hard dick thrusting in and out of my mouth.
I could hear him slurping on my dick, obviously made hornier by the fact that I was sucking him back. After about a minute, he sat up and said "God, Rusty was totally right, your mouth is fucking awesome." He proceeded to bend back down, sucked my entire dick in really hard and squeeze the base of my cock. This move, plus all of the precum that was forming in my mouth, drove me over the edge and I started to cum inside Michael's mouth. Whether it was from tasting my cum or from the moan that was causing a vibration over his dick I do not know, but a second later, I had a mouth full of gorgeous junior Sigma cum.
Michael sat up, wiped his mouth and looked at me. "Now you should have no problem." He smiled down at me, took out the jar of paint and got back to work, me lying there panting with my hands behind my head and concentrating on not getting another hard on. A few minutes later, my ass and crotch were jet black with a really cool effect. It looked like I was fully covered by oil or something instead of fabric— not nearly as vulgar as I had anticipated. Still, when I looked in the mirror, I felt like I looked pretty damn sexy.
The auction itself was pretty easy. I just stood there on a pedestal and posed how Michael had told me. It was sort of like the statue of David pose with one hand on my hip and the other over my shoulder. I wasn't supposed to move at all, but I couldn't help but sneak glances at what the other "statues" looked like. One guy was covered from head to toe in silver body glitter. Another was dressed like a sexily clad Statue of Liberty.
I stood there for forty-five minutes while a couple hundred people walked around placing bids, sipping champagne and checking me out. To be completely honest, I'd never felt that sexy before in my life. I was grateful that Michael had drained my cock before the big show because I just could have imagined how awkward it would have been sporting a boner in front of everyone. It happened to one kid I could see across the room and it almost happened to me when Kyle came over to place his bid.
When the bidding portion was over, I got off my pedestal and immediately walked to the bar in the corner and asked for a bottle of champagne. The guy handed me an entire bottle of Korbel; I found Kyle and told him to come help me get dressed.
"We can't mess around in there," he said to me as we walked up to the third floor.
"I know, just," I stammered as we walked into the room. "Do you know how I did?"
"They'll announce the winner in a few minutes," he replied. "But you looked so hot. Clearly the hottest guy up there, I swear to God."
I wiped off as much of the body paint as I could with some baby wipes. The rest would have to come off in the shower. Kyle and I made it downstairs just as they were announcing who had gotten the smallest bid and what lucky person had won them. They were working their way up.
I hadn't heard my name when the announcer said "Ok, we only have two names left, and for the first time in three years, the person who got the highest bid and the person who got the most separate bids are different. Both coveted prizes, but only one will be considered the winner tonight."
Realizing how silly this entire thing was, I still got extremely excited. The champagne I'd chugged so far was starting to float its way to my head, and I clapped in anticipation. Did I get the highest bid or the most separate bids? I didn't want to disappoint anyone, especially Kyle.
"With the second highest bid, and the most overall bids by a mile, Rusty's pick Cooper Carpenter was bought for 940 dollars by Dixon Glassman," the announced crooned.
I smiled as wide as I could. 940 wasn't bad at all, and Kyle told me so. It was more than he'd gotten. And it wasn't a wonder I lost out to boner boy— the entire Theta sorority chipped in to pay a thousand dollars for him.
As promised, Jason got me wasted after the results were announced. I had no clue who this Dixon person was, but I planned on being sloshed when they found me.
"You did good buddy," I head someone say as I was being lowered from my third keg stand. I put my hands in the air and screamed "Yeah!" before I realized it was him. And when I did, I put my arms around him and hugged him.
"I tried," I slurred. "I really tried, Rusty. And I wish you had helped me get ready, but Michael was awesome. But I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you."
Not even realizing how much I was ranting, I kept going until Rusty finally peeled me off of him and told me it was alright and we'd talk about it later. He said something to Kyle and Jason and then left.
The rest of the night was more than just a blur. I remember doing more keg stands, talking to people I'd never met, yelling at boner-boy, who happened to be green pledge, that I was robbed and should have one. And just before I blacked out completely, I remember walking to the restroom to pee and hearing someone say "Can't wait to see if I got my money's worth."
I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around to see a guy with long brown hair that sort of swooped behind him like he'd just run his fingers through it. He had an angular but youthful bone structure and deep blue eyes. He was exactly my height and build and reminded me of a Risky Business-esque Tom Cruise.
"Are you..." I started. I put my hands up to the wall to steady myself.
"Dixon," he said, nodding at me. He was carrying his own bottle of champaign, only I noticed his wasn't Korbel. "I can't wait to schedule our pay date," he said to me sexily, not even trying to hide his lust for me. I can't lie, at that point in the night, it felt great to be sought after.
"Well," I said. "Since you are a paying customer, how about you come inside for a sneak peak." I nodded towards the bathroom and smiled. Dixon smiled back at me, and followed me into the fraternity bathroom.
The restroom had two urinals and three stalls, each with a different fraternity's tattoo in the bowl— they were all fraternities that were either on the bottom rung or had been kicked off of campus. I thought it was cool that the Sigmas thought it was ok to piss all over everyone that wasn't in the big four.
I walked to one of the urinals and pulled my dick. Being semi-hard, my urge to pee had subsided a little, plus I didn't want to let a stream go in front of this extra cute guy. I could pee later. At this point, he just wanted to see what his nine hundred bucks was getting him.
I pulled out my dick, gave it a short tug and before I knew it, Dixon had his hand wrapped around it too. He smiled at me, gave my dick a couple of squeezes and then kissed me. I felt almost immediately that Dixon was a great kisser and I was intrigued. We stood like that by the urinal for a minute, making out, so into it that I didn't even hear the door open.
I heard someone clear their throat, and embarrassed stuffed my dick back into my pants and turned around. I expected to see an angry frat guy or someone I didn't know standing there, but instead it was Kyle, looking like he'd just seen me strangle his puppy.
"If you're ready to go, our cab is here," he said in a deadpan, monotone voice. I swallowed the lump of coal in my throat and followed him out, not saying one word to Dixon.
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