Timestopper

Zach's head was reeling. On the one hand he was still deeply shaken by Dave's attempt to steal the watch, let alone so soon after his best friend Sean revealed he was a bigot. On the other hand Zach felt a deep sense of excitement growing inside him--the possibilities of even a limited version of time travel were endless.

Walking down the sidewalk he took the watch from his pocket and spun the clock back again, but now it would only go backwards a few minutes. Zach clicked the time in and he was back in front of Jazz House and Jake was opening the door, "Zach, are you ok? You look like you've been crying. Quick, come inside."

Zach paused time. He guessed that at least one limitation on his time travel was that he couldn't go back further than the last time he'd traveled back to. He wistfully considered that he should've gone back far earlier, to that morning, and maybe if he'd told Sean on his own terms he would've taken things better, but it was too late for that. Instead Zach looked at Dave for a good long while. Dave did look sincerely concerned. And he'd been so nice, and not just because he took Zach's horse hung cock like a champ. But when he had the watch in his hand, it was like he was a wild animal.

Zach stared at the watch in his palm--he didn't think he felt like a wild animal, but what if it wasn't his? What if someone had just shown it to him? What would he do to try to make it his? Or did he just really not know Jake? What possessed him to tell a guy he'd known a week his most important secret? And as the questions whirled in his head Zach couldn't help but appreciate Dave's captured look of concern, and he realized intuitively that what Dave had done (or rather could be about to do) wasn't who he was right now, that he may never be that person if he didn't learn about the watch. And Zach looked down at his arms and saw there were no cuts or scratches or bruises, and he figured there's a lesson there. Zach restarted time.

"Yeah, I'm sorry Dave, I just had a bit of a bad experience coming out to a guy I thought was my friend. I thought I wanted to hang out, but I think now what I really need is to just walk alone for a bit, sorry to call you down here like this."

"Oh, babe," Dave said and reached for Zach's hand, "I'm here if you need me ok," and he kissed it.

"Thanks" Zach said, feeling a tear come to his eye, before withdrawing his hand and walking away.

Zach walked around campus trying to empty his mind and just experience the sounds and smells and sights of the world around him. He'd become very aware of just how much is going on at any given time since he got his new powers, and he found trying to lose himself in the bustle of things a nice counterpoint to being able to freeze everything and examine it in minute detail. He made his way to the pond and sat by its side watching a small family of ducks floating nearby when he felt his phone vibrate. A text from Sara

"Zach auditions start in 10 where are you???"

Shit Zach thought and he froze time. Zach refused to let the stresses of the last few hours get in the way of the audition he'd been practicing for for days.

He spent several hours resting and dressing and practicing again before he made his way to the school theater. He restarted time and walked into the room and sat next to Sara.

"Oh, I just texted you," she said as she noticed him, "I thought you were going to be late."

One by one students were called back to perform their auditions for the two drama teachers and the student theater president. They seemed to be going by alphabetical order as first up was Abbie, then Allie, then Anthony. When they got to Sara she came out of the audition room beaming and flashed Zach a thumbs up before heading out. As more and more people were called the more nervous Zach became. Eventually he was the last person in the room and as Victoria left the audition looking like she was about to be sick he heard the head of the theater department, Professor Davidson, finally call his name.

The 2 teachers and student all looked very tired as they gave Zach faint smiles of acknowledgement. "Thanks for your patience Zach," Professor Davidson said, "we had a big turnout this year."

"What role are you auditioning for?" The student theater president, a tall and built, olive skinned boy with short cut dark hair asked Zach, preparing to write it down. Zach couldn't remember his name, but he knew he was the first junior to get the presidency in years.

"The stage manager," Zach said, his voice already trembling with nervousness.

"Just so you know Zach," Professor Peters said, "that role is all but guaranteed to go to an upperclassman. You're still free to try out for it and we'll consider you for other roles, but if you'd like to read for one of the townspeople we may get a better idea of how you'd actually be able to perform."

Zach swallowed hard, "Thank you but I'd like to try out for the stage manager," Zach said firmly.

"Ok," Professor Peters said resignedly, while the student looked at Zach with a bit of a sideways grin, "well then, whenever you're ready. Stage right is by that bookcase if you want to start there.

Zach walked to the bookcase and slipped his hand into his pocket, freezing time. He considered backing up to before he'd entered the room, worried that his nervous tic had already ruined his chance at the role. But no, Zach wouldn't want to go through this event any more times than one. He knew what he was doing. He found in himself the voice and posture he'd spent hours discovering in front of a mirror, the persona that expressed the way he felt as he stood timeless in the world. Zach restarted time and pushed his hair back and adjusted his stance while he took off his glasses. He turned around to face the panel and started walking purposefully and assuredly across the room.

"This play is called `Our Town.' The day is May 7, 1901. The time," Zach took his watch from his pocket and opened it with a ping, "is just before dawn."

The rest of the audition was a blur. Zach had practiced so many times that once he started going it was like he was alone again practicing in front of the mirror. When he finished the opening monologue he thought he'd done great, he felt like he could actually see the town and people and places he was describing, and the teachers must have too because to his surprise they asked him to read another monologue, which to their shock and delight Zach didn't need to read as he'd already memorized the whole play. Then he performed the climax of the play with Professor Davidson reading for Emily, and as the Stage Manager gave his final "no" to the ghost of a girl Zach heard Professor Davidson sniffle, and then Zach was alone again and he was ending the play,

"There are the stars doing their old, old crisscross journeys in the sky. Scholars haven't settled the matter yet, but they seem to think there are no living beings up there. Just chalk...or fire. Only this one is straining away, straining away all the time to make something of itself. The strain's so bad that every sixteen hours everybody lies down and gets a rest. Hm..." the watch clicked out again, "Eleven o'clock in Grover's Corners...You get a good rest, too. Good night."

Zach slowly tucked the watch back in his pocket before letting himself come out of the reverie of his performance to see the panel all staring at him, mouths slightly gaping. Then Professor Davidson started clapping and the rest of them immediately joined in. Zach blushed fiercely as he gave a little bow.

"Well that was...that was really something Zach," Professor Peters said not trying to hide the surprise in his voice, "Very, very well done." There were murmurs of assent from the other teacher and the student president, who was staring at Zach with naked awe.

"We'll have the cast list posted Monday afternoon," Professor Davidson said, "until then enjoy your weekend."

Zach left the room feeling ready to skip. Finally something had gone right that day. He walked outside delighted to find Sara and Jake waiting for him.

"How'd it go?!" Sara cried out.

"Well he's smiling so wide he looks like he could be stoned so I'm guessing it went pretty good," Jake said reaching out a hand to grasp Zach's in greeting.

"Yeah, I think it went ok," Zach said, "how bout you Sara?"

"I think it went really well," Sara said smiling, "Professor Davidson even said she thought I'd be a perfect Mrs. Webb."

"That's so awesome," Zach said.

"Right?" Sara said sounding like a schoolgirl, then her demeanor suddenly changed, "Zach, Dave just told me about Sean. I can't believe he would do that, I'm so sorry."

Zach's smile dampened a little as he remembered--so much for some vodka sprite celebrations. "Yeah, well it is what it is," he said.

"Fuck that," Jake said, "that topic's off limits for now, we've got to celebrate. I had a Junior from the wrestling team get me a handle of Smirnoff, time for some shots."

They started walking back towards their dorm when Zach heard someone call his name. He turned around and saw the student theater president running to catch up with them.

"Oh hey Dion," Sara said as he caught up to them.

"Hey," Dion said to Sara obviously forgetting her name. "Zach I was hoping I could steal you for a minute before you got started on your Friday."

"Sure," Zach said as he turned to Sara and Jake, "I'll meet you guys back in the dorm?"

"Sounds good Zach, see you soon," Jake said as he led Sara away, who was obviously annoyed at being excluded from the theater talk.

Zach and Dion walked aimlessly along the sidewalk as the sun was getting low. Zach waited for Dion to initiate the conversation, subtly admiring Dion's strong jaw and thick dark hair, and even stealing a glance at the tight ass his salmon colored shorts showed off. Eventually Dion said, "you know I thought you were fucking nuts when you went for the stage manager part."

"I was a little worried I was nuts when Peters told me it would almost definitely go to an upperclassman," Zach responded.

Dion laughed. "It wasn't just going to an upperclassman. It was going to me," Dion sat down on a bench and motioned for Zach to join him. Zach sat down feeling incredibly awkward and not sure what to say, but Dion just kept looking at him, seemingly comfortable in the silence. Finally Zach said "was?"

"Yep," Dion said, "congratulations, you're the only role we decided tonight. Davidson and Peters were still going to give it to me if I wanted it, but I insisted it had to be you. Cause it did have to be you, you were fucking electric."

Zach was shocked, "I don't know what to say. I mean, I'm sure you would be great too, but thank you?"

"You're welcome! you deserved it," Dion said with a smile extending a hand for Zach to shake. "And I would've been great, but you're better. Like you were born for it. But I would suggest not telling anybody till Monday or you'll have half the theater department bugging you to find out if you know if they got in."

Zach laughed, "that sounds about right."

"Do you have any plans for first night of rush tonight?" Dion said, standing up from the bench.

Zach shook his head, "I thought I was going to the lambda event but that fell through."

"Perfect, cause you'll fit in better at sig chi anyway," Dion said. "I'm the rush chair and I'd love for you to come by. The event starts at 9, you interested?"

Zach stood up too and smiled as he said, "Sure, I'll be there."

"Sweet, I'll see you soon. Make sure you eat something and drink plenty of water before you get there, we're gonna have a fun night," Dion said as he slapped Zach on the arm and made his way off campus. Zach turned and ran to catch up with Jake and Sara as they were about to walk into the freshman dorm. Zach waited till they were in Sara's room to fill them in.

"Ah that's amazing I'm so jealous!" Sara screamed while Jake ran off to his room to grab the shots, "Did you ask if I got a part too?"

Zach laughed as he shook his head, "Sorry but he wouldn't tell me."

There was a knock at Sara's door and they opened it to find Jake failing to hide a vodka handle in a hoodie, as well as Tim and Adriana. Sara got out some plastic cups while Tim ordered a pizza, and then they were passing around shots of Smirnoff. Jake gave a toast to the stage manager, and they all took a shot, immediately coughing on the cheap shit.

"Nothing another shot won't fix," Jake said as he refilled everyone's glasses.

"Uh, no way, we're cutting this," Adriana said as she grabbed some cranberry juice from her and Sara's personal fridge. Everybody was eager to take some except Jake, who took another shot on his own and nearly retched it back up. His third shot he politely asked for some cranberry juice.

Zach drank his second drink pretty quickly, and then nursed a third while they ate pizza. Even just three shots really went to his head--besides the shot he'd shared with Mike earlier that week Zach had never drank before, and he'd certainly never got drunk, but he was liking the way it made him feel. Loose and happy and carefree. Even if the taste did make him want to puke.

As it neared time to head out the girls got louder and the boys got quieter, everybody trying to cover up their nerves--rush was a big deal at the school, it was the biggest event of the fall semester and could determine where you spent the better part of the next 4 years.

Around 8:30 they decided to head out, Adriana off to a chi O event, Sara to a tri del, Tim to ATO and Jake to lambda. Jake had had about 6 shots in the hour they'd been hanging out, and even 5 slices of pizza couldn't soak it all up. He was swaying as he took Zach aside, "I'm--I could go with you instead," Jake said, trying hard to enunciate and not slur his words, "Sean is asshole."

"Nah, go to lambda, there are wrestling people there right? Besides sig chi is just theater kids and potheads you wouldn't like it."

Jake poked at Zach's chest, "I'd be a very good pothead, thank you very much. But yeah. I'm gonna convince Sean not to be asshole, ok?"

"Don't worry about him, just have fun. But not too much fun or you'll pass out by 10." They hugged each other and went their separate ways.

The sigma chi house was about a 5 minute walk from campus, a classic frat house with big white concrete columns along the face and a big, boxy house behind it, sitting on maybe a couple acres of land. There were some guys behind the fence in the backyard obviously already drinking and around a fire pit, but Zach joined the small crowd of a few dozen freshmen boys who were waiting for the front door to open. Zach checked his watch--about 5 minutes to 9.

A couple of the freshmen were chatting but mostly they were all waiting quietly and nervous. Zach recognized a boy from his lit class and quickly paused time to check his wallet for a name--Rich, a pretty stereotypical skater boy with a mop of hair and long bangs, but dressed up more than usual in a light pink polo and dress shorts. Zach replaced the wallet and started time back up, making his way through the crowd towards Rich.

"Hey, Rich right? I'm Zach I think we're in lit together," Zach said.

"Yeah dude, I remember," Rich said raising a hand to grasp Zach's, "you talk a good bit." Zach blushed a bit and said, "yeah sorry bout that, I can get bored."

"Nah dude, it's all good, she's not calling on me if you're talkin haha," Rich said.

"So why'd you decide to come to sig chi?" Zach asked.

"This dude from the frisbee team told me I should come," Rich said, "said they'd have some good bud for us. How bout you man?"

"Just had auditions for the play and a brother invited me after," Zach said and immediately a guy chimed up behind him, "oh, cool, I was just at auditions too. How do you think you did? What part did you try out for?" Zach turned around and met a kid a couple inches shorter than himself with a tight cut auburn tshirt, short brown hair, a tiny earring in his right ear, and flamboyantly gay voice. Zach thought he was cute.

"I think I did alright," Zach said turning to him, "I tried out for the stage manager." The kid guffawed and Zach immediately found him less cute, "The stage manager? But there's no way you'll get that."

Zach quietly said, "we'll see," and Rich, entirely oblivious to the substance of the conversation, just muttered, "tight, tight," nodding his head. Thankfully the door opened and cut their conversation off.

A small group of brothers waved them inside and sent them to a table with name tags for them to fill out, then they were shuffled out the back door where the whole frat was having a barbecue and fire pit and beer. Zach was struggling filling a solo cup from a keg and getting nothing but foam when he felt a hand slap him on the back, "Good to see you zach, thanks for coming." Zach turned to see Dion, changed into a shirt with the sig chi letters and a big smile on his face. "Here, let me give you a hand," Dion said as he took the solo cup from Zach, tossing the foam out onto the grass, "you gotta do it at an angle," Dion said standing close to Zach so he could show him as he filled the cup. Zach enjoyed the way Dion stood over him, probably a good 4 or 5 inches taller, and his cologne smelled so good, but Zach tried to play it cool as he took the beer with a thanks. Dion poured himself one then said, "Come on, I'll introduce you to some of the guys."

Then he was on a whirlwind tour. Dion seemed to be well liked by all his brothers and they were actually interested in meeting Zach when Dion introduced him. Zach wouldn't have stood a chance at remembering all their names but did have the helpful mnemonic of godlike control over time so he could take a pause, and say their names twenty times while staring at their faces.

Eventually Dion and Zach made their way up a metal spiral staircase to the back porch of the house which looked out over the yard from the second story. The president of the frat looked like he was holding court up there sitting in some plastic lawn chairs with a few other upperclassmen beside him drinking whiskey from glass tumblers and smoking cigars.

"Sup Brian," Dion said, "this is the freshman I was telling you about. Zach, this is Brian, president of sigma chi." Brian was about average height and compared to Dion looked averagely attractive with dark hair brown eyes and a 5 o'clock shadow and a husky but still fit body, but when he stood up to shake Zach's hand he flashed him an incredibly charismatic smile, "So you're the boy wonder, huh? I haven't heard D get so excited about a freshman since he first saw his girlfriend's tits," Brian and the other upperclassmen laughed and Zach laughed along, even if internally he was disappointed to hear that Dion had a girlfriend--he'd been secretly hoping the theater president was swinging for his team. "Congrats on getting the part, even if you did steal it from a brother," Brian said.

"He didn't steal shit, he earned it," Dion said as he poured himself some whiskey, "and who knows, he may be a brother too."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," Brian said giving Zach a wink--Zach knew he liked Brian already.

"So do you do theater too?" Zach asked, feeling like he should say something. Brian laughed, "nah, I'm more from the pothead faction, also known as the frisbee team. Not that there's not plenty of crossover, I just have a shit memory for lines."

"Hence the pot," another brother chimed in and they laughed.

"You do any sports?" Brian asked.

"I used to swim, but I haven't for a couple years. Been going to the gym a good bit, done a little climbing."

"Sweet," Dion said, "we should go climbing together sometime."

"Fuck that," Brian said, "what you should do is come out to frisbee practice this week. Super chill but we'll get you moving, it's mostly just an excuse to get drunk and play some grab ass."

"Hot," Zach said without missing a beat and was pleased to see the guys took it as the joke he meant as they burst into laughter.

An alarm sounded on Dion's phone and he downed his whiskey before standing at the balcony looking over the yard. He stuck his fingers in his mouth and gave a loud whistle. "Gentlemen!", Dion yelled, his voice obviously well trained from the theater as the whole crowd went silent, "We're moving to stage 2. Throw out your drinks and head to the basement."

A bunch of brothers started putting out the fire with buckets of water while the mass of freshmen started making their way back inside.

"Go on freshman, get down there," Zach heard Brian bark behind him, and with a quick smile to the group of upperclassmen Zach rushed down the stairs and made his way into the crowd heading into the house and towards the sounds of a thumping bass coming from below.

The inside of the house didn't look too different than any other college housing except for the pictures of pledge classes lining the walls, but as they headed downstairs to the basement it started to feel like a party. The ceiling was low and the lights were dark with flashing neon lights going across the room synced to the music. There were about a dozen plastic tables set up around the room. As they walked through the door brothers would hand them a new drink, this time some greenish yellow cocktail filled to the brim of a solo cup.

Zach was actually near sober as the freshmen funneled into the basement, he'd barely had any of his beer as Dion showed him around the frat and it'd been a minute since he was tipsy in his dorm. "Sig chi has the best jungle juice," Zach heard a nearby freshman say, "and it'll get you wasted, it's like 80% everclear and popov and cheap gin." Zach took a sip and was surprised to find it didn't taste that bad, a little bitter but nowhere near the bite or cloying alcohol flavor of even the vodka cranberry juice he'd had earlier that night.

Once the guys were all in the basement Zach heard Dion on a microphone from the front of the room: "alright freshmen, everybody's gonna get paired up with an upperclassman brother and we're having a beer pong tournament. Now we don't want any pussy sipping, in this house if somebody sinks a ball on you you fucking show then some respect and gulp that juice, right?"

There was a chorus of cheers from the frat brothers and a few of the freshmen joined in.

"Losers have to finish their drinks, but don't worry we got plenty more for ya. And if you need a refill speak up we got our sophomore bros going around with pitchers, if we catch you playing with an empty cup the penalty is you've gotta shotgun a natty. Oh and for the winning team, the coveted world champion sigma chi pong belt!" Dion held up what looked like a kids toy wrestling champion belt to cheers and jeers. "Ok brothers, find your freshman and let's get started."

The guys dispersed around the room and went to different tables. Zach was trying to make eye contact with an upperclassman to get a partner but wasn't having any luck, till he felt an arm on his shoulder, "You're all mine bud," Dion said pulling him close to him as he led them to an open table. Zach felt his dick twitch as he tried to hide how much he was swooning at the embrace.

"Have you played pong before?" Dion asked.

"Nope," Zach said embarrassed.

"It's no big deal, I didn't till college either," Dion said as he picked a pong ball out of a cup, "You want to make sure you get a good angle on it, and don't be afraid to use your knees." Dion bent his knees and threw the ball in a perfect arc square into the center cup of the six cup pyramid.

"Doesn't count," the senior frat brother across the table called out, "we haven't squared off yet. And you got the bitch cup, D, you should take a drink out of principle."

"Fair enough Jack," Dion said and he raised his glass to his lips but stopped when he looked at Zach, "Bros drink together on the same team dude," he said raising his cup to Zach. Zach chinked his solo cup against Dion's and took a gulp. That's way too easy to drink, he thought as he set the cup down on the edge of the table and Dion slapped his back in approval. "Alright Zach, you're up," Dion said as Zach squared off across the table with the effeminate freshman he'd briefly met outside, "hold eye contact and on the count of three let `em loose," Dion said as he and Jack started counting.

At 2 Zach slipped a hand in his pocket, froze time and proceeded to practice. He was really bad at it, it took him nearly 20 times before he got any cup at all, and probably a hundred before he was hitting them consistently, but he did start hitting them consistently. Once he was comfortable with his pong skills Zach decided to take advantage of his powers and take a look around the room. When he went to the other side of the table he was surprised to see that the the theater kid's (up close Zach could see his name tag read Austin) partner Jack, a super tall guy with a bit of pudge but who carried it well, had his crotch pressed against Austin's back, and Zach realized that the little lip bite the boy was making may've been more than just concentrating. Zach walked around the room, laughing at the almost gorilla like faces the guys were making as they were yelling and laughing and throwing. There was plenty of eye candy around the room, but Zach was drawn back to Dion.

He'd been checking him out all night but now he could really feast his eyes. He was around 6' tall, the muscles on his forearms and calves were well defined, and his skin was a beautiful light olive color and smooth but his cheeks were a light red. He looked a bit ridiculous with his mouth caught around the "two" but damn did Zach just want to slip his dick between those lips. Zach checked out his bubble butt again shown off great in his tight shorts, and then he took a closer look at the front and damn did Dion have a bulge. Zach let his hands trace the outline of Dion's cock following it down his thigh and he could've sworn Dion was nearly as big as Zach was. He wanted to do more but he also didn't want to freak Dion out when he started time back up, after all he already made one guy jizz in his pants. "Fuck why do you have to have a girlfriend," Zach whined.

Zach got back into position and restarted time, and on the count of three he sank his ball right in the first cup while Austin's went bouncing across the room. "Nice" Dion said as he chased after the ball. As he came back Zach caught him trying to subtly adjust himself in his shorts. The two of them took turns taking their first shots and they both got a cup, which meant the balls came right back as their opponents took their drinks. Then they both shot again, and again they got both cups. Jack groaned as he and Austin took another drink. "On fire," Dion called out as the balls were sent back. They both threw their ball at the last cup at the same time, and they sank it one after another.

Dion and every frat bro who could see it started hollering, "fucking shutout on the first table!" Dion yelled at Zach as he gave him a high five, "finish off your drink," he said pointing to Zach's cup and then the four guys all started downing their drinks to chants of "chug chug chug." Their opponents had already had a good bit of their drinks and finished quickly, and Dion was an old hand at chugging and wasn't long after, but it took Zach a minute to force down the jungle juice. They kept chanting just for him though, and when he finally finished and thrust the cup down on the table with a burp they burst into cheers.

Then the chanting became "Bitch lap! Bitch lap! Bitch lap!" And Jack was whispering in Austin's ear and they started stripping in the middle of the room. The frat bros kept chanting and Dion got Zach to join in, and once the two guys were in their birthday suits they ran a lap around the room holding their hands over their dick and balls to whoops and catcalls from the other guys. When they made it back to the table and started getting dressed again the room cheered. Jack looked totally unbothered but the freshman was blushing fiercely, even if he couldn't help but grin. Zach could see him struggling getting his tiny erection into his tight jeans.

Dion called a sophomore over to refill his and Zach's cups, "No pressure but if we get shut out that's the bitch lap," Dion laughed, "Also I think you must be a fucking hustler or the luckiest dude alive cause god damn what a set."

"Guess I'm a natural," Zach said and Dion gave him another high five as they moved on to their next opponents.

They didn't shut out anyone else, but they did win their next two matches pretty handily. In their third match the Junior they were going against sank his ball in Zach's jungle juice he'd set on the table which meant Zach had to chug the whole thing, and at that point he was fucking hammered and loving it. He couldn't help but sway his body to the music and his head was spinning but somehow he kept on standing, enjoying Dion periodically helping him square up with the table. He could've sworn Dion enjoyed it too, as he let his body press against Zach's from behind and held his arm a little longer than necessary to help him aim, but it was only for a second and then Dion would go right back to just being a bro among bros. For Zach's third drink though Dion cut the jungle juice with half natty light, "Don't need you going to the hospital bro," he said as he handed it to Zach with a fucking magnetic smile.

As teams dropped out the brothers took away the extra tables, till eventually it was just the whole frat surrounding Zach and Dion going against Brian and Rich. Rich and Zach were both swaying on their feet, but Dion and Brian looked nearly sober, maybe a bit flush but then it was hot in the crowded basement. Rich and Zach both missed their opening shot and then Brian and Dion squared off, Brian nailing his shot while Dion just missed his by an inch. The crowd yelled with each shot and it was really just Dion vs Brian as their freshmen partners were way too shitfaced to keep up. Every time one of the upperclassmen got a cup the crowd went wild, till eventually it was down to 1 cup each. Rich shot first and missed it by a mile, but then Brian, taking maybe half a minute to line himself up, sank his ball straight in the water.

The guys started yelling out, "Fuck yeah potus" and other stuff, but then Dion put a hand in the air and yelled, "Wait, wait, it's not over we get a fuckin response." If Dion was able to get the last cup then they'd move onto a sudden death match with a final 3 cups, but if they both got it then they'd win outright.

Dion really let his theater major shine, making a big scene out of rinsing the ball off and then practicing his swing, bending his knees almost all the way to the ground and Zach had to stop himself from biting his lip at the sight of Dion's ass. As the show went on the guys started jeering and yelling at him to get on with it which made Dion laugh. He bounced the ball on the floor and into his hand then held it in front of Zach's face, "Blow for luck," he said. Zach flushed and blew on the pong ball between Dion's long fingers, and without even looking at the cup Dion casually threw it across the table and straight into the solo cup. A cheer went up across the room and Nick and Rich groaned.

Dion called for people to quiet down, picked up the second ball, blew on it and rubbed it against his shirt before handing it to Zach. The whole room went silent as Zach, seeing double, lined up with the last cup. He took a deep breath and let it fly. It hit the rim of the cup, spinning around the sides, before plunking into the water.

The room erupted. Zach was swept off his feet as he and Dion were crowdsurfed to the front of the room. They let them both off on the small stage by the dj who started playing "we are the champions." Dion grabbed the crappy plastic WWE belt and hung it across Zach's shoulder. Then two beers appeared out of nowhere and Dion started punching a hole in the bottom of the can before handing it to Zach, then doing his own. He leaned down and over the yells of the crowd he said in Zach's ear, "When you start drinking open the top and it's gonna shoot right down your throat. Ready? Let's go." And he and Zach shotgunned the beer, although Zach's ended up shooting all over his face and shirt and he maybe got a mouthful of beer at most.

The guys didn't care though, they laughed and cheered and then Dion reached for the microphone from the dj, "And what perfect timing, gentlemen put your dicks away and say hello to the tri delta sisters!" Girls started streaming down the stairs into the basement to whoops and cheers from the guys, and the dj turned up the music and turned on the dance lights as he started "I Gotta Feeling."

Dion grabbed a hand towel from behind the bar and tossed it to Zach, "here ya go bud, clean yourself up a bit. Why don't you have some fun with the other guys, I gotta find my girlfriend. I'll catch up with you in a bit, ok?"

Zach nodded, drunk and still overwhelmed.

"Oh, and no more juice tonight alright? Nattys only, chair's orders. And great fuckin work bro, you killed it," Dion said as he pulled Zach in for a bro hug, Zach still not sure if Dion was actually hugging him a second longer than normal or if he was drunk and imagining things.

Zach made his way through the crowd, guys occasionally slapping his back or congratulating him on the tournament. He was looking for Rich and Brian but he stumbled upon Sara first.

"Oh my god Zach you're a mess!" She yelled, barely audible over the pounding music.

"I won!" Zach yelled back to her, showing off his champion belt and utterly oblivious to his beer soaked shirt and sticky hair. Sara was trying to say something, but Zach was drunk and couldn't hear her, and then the DJ started playing "Mr. Brightside," Zach's favorite song, and he just started singing along and dancing as if he was alone in the room. Sara gave up on talking and joined him and they just became part of the mass of people, over a hundred college kids drunk and vibing and dancing and singing and horny.

The song changed but Zach kept dancing, somehow he'd gotten a natty light in his hand and he downed it in a few swigs, the light carbonation as refreshing as water in the heat and excitement of the dance floor.

At some point Zach realized Brian was dancing with Sara and immediately Zach clasped him by his shoulder, "Brian! Dude! Mr. President! I was looking for you!"

Brian laughed and lifted Zach's hand off his shoulders to give him a bro hug, "I was looking for you, dude, wanted to tell you good game but looked like you were having a good time so I thought I'd join you."

Zach's eyes got big, "That was what I wanted to tell you! Good game I mean. Not that I was having a good time, but I am! This is my friend Sara!" Sara had stopped dancing and was listening in on the conversation amused.

"Nice to meet you Sara," Brian said giving a quick smile to the girl he'd been grinding on a few seconds earlier, "you feeling good bud? Think you'd like to go outside for some air?"

"I think that's a great idea," Sara yelled, "let me join you."

"But Sara, what about dancing??" Zach said as if the prospect of leaving were an existential crisis.

"There's still plenty of time for dancing," Brian said, gently but firmly gripping Zach's arm and slowly guiding him through the crush of people and out the back door, Sara right behind them.

There were maybe a dozen people spread around the back patio, nearly all of them puffing away on cigarettes.

"God dammit smoking is so fucking cool," Zach blurted out in greeting. That got a laugh from them. Zach saw Rich and ran over to give him a bro hug, "Dude I tried to find you and king Brian but I started dancing instead, good game man."

Rich giggled, his eyes bloodshot and heavily lidded, "hahaha dudeee it was a good game man, I had so much jungle juice and you fuckin like" he stuck out his finger and whirled it around in a circle then clucked his tongue to describe Zach's final shot. They both burst out laughing at the cluck.

Zach noticed Rich was smoking too, "Dude is that a cigarette?"

"Yes?" Rich said looking a little confused.

"Could I like try one?"

Rich's eyes lit up, "Fuck yeah my dude mi casa es su casa," he said handing Zach a smoke.

"It's not either of your casas yet," Brian said as he joined the two of them, "but I appreciate the sentiment. Can I bum one Rich? I got a pack of spirits upstairs I'll get you back."

"Abso fucking lutely bro," Rich said as he passed another to Brian.

"And, uh, could I have one please?" Sara asked quietly. Zach looked at her shocked as Rich passed her one, "Sara!"

"What, you're having one, I like an occasional cigarette," she smiled, "besides you should be having water."

"I'm not allowed to have water, nattys only chair's orders! Not some stupid table. Speaking of is there natty?"

Brian laughed, "Yeah, there's a cooler by the door, grab me one too."

"Me too dude," Rich said.

"Sara?" Zach asked.

"I'm good with the smoke thank you," Sara answered. Zach tucked his cigarette behind his ear and grabbed 3 nattys then passing them out. Rich traded him a lighter and Zach put the cigarette in his mouth and proceeded to fail at lighting it.

"Here bud, just let me help," Brian said taking the lighter and was about to light it when he asked, "have you ever had a cig before Zach." Zach shook his head, the cig wagging in his lips. Brian chuckled and turned to Rich and Sara, "Ok guys, may want to back up a bit he may blow," before holding the flame up for Zach.

Zach stuck the cig into the flame and gave a puff to light it up. Brian quickly took a few steps back as Zach took the cig in hand and started puffing, but then Zach remembered the pipe in Vano's room and he took a long draw, breathing the smoke into his lungs and exhaling it calmly through his nose and mouth, savoring the minty flavor of the cig while his mind felt electrified by the nicotine rush.

"Oh no," Zach said staring at the burning ember while Brian and Sara looked at him like they were worried he was about to puke, "it's so fucking good!" That made the two of them burst into laughter while Rich just said, "Right dude?"

They shot the shit for awhile, drinking and smoking, till eventually Rich said "Yo brian where can I piss." Suddenly Zach realized his bladder was fucking pounding on his dick and he said, "Yeah I need to piss too."

"Bush at the far end of the yard," Brian said pointing into the dark. Rich and Zach made there way back. "This party's been fucking lit bro," Rich said as they walked, "Brian got that good ganja and the girls here are hot."

"Yeah," Zach said, "I'm gay though."

"Hahahaha tight dude I love it. Fuck the man, but like literally. More chicks for me. And chicks love gay dudes."

They got to the bush and lowered their zippers in unison as they let loose. "Fuckkkk when did pissing ever feel so good dude," Zach moaned out as he unleashed a firehose in the dirt.

Rich laughed doing the same, "When you're fuckin shitfaced bro."

"Amen to that brother," Zach said as the flow fell to a trickle. Rich zippered up but Zach was having some troubles getting his dick back in his pants. Rich looked over at him and started laughing, "Hahaha dude you've got a monster dong."

Zach looked up and grinned, "Yeah it's pretty fucking awesome," he said giving it a little helicopter wave, sending the last few drops of piss flying. Rich laughed again at the sight while Zach finally got it tucked away. Rich shared another cig with Zach on the walk back, and as they approached the patio Zach saw Sara and Brian standing together close, but they both were quick to talk with Zach and Rich once they got back.

"The president corrupting the youth!" Zach turned his head and saw Dion coming outside holding hands with a hot blonde girl.

"These degenerates were corrupting themselves," Brian called back, "I bummed this smoke from the freshman."

"Speaking of, could we bum some?" Dion asked.

"Yeah bro," Rich said offering the pack.

"I'll get you back dude," Dion said then he offered Rich a handshake, "Nice game by the way, that shit was close." He turned to Brian, "You though you're losing your touch." Brian flipped him off with a smile.

Dion finally turned to Zach, "And look at the champ, when did you start smoking?"

"Bout 20 minutes ago, I'm Don fuckin Draper," Zach laughed flicking some ash and taking a swig of beer.

"Damn right. But Zach I wanted to introduce you," he grabbed the hot blonde around the waist and pulled her in close to him, "this is my beautiful sexy stunning girlfriend Katrina," he said kissing the side of her neck. Katrina wasn't complaining, but she did playfully push him away so she could reach a hand out for Zach, "I've heard so much about you, congrats on getting the part; and on" she gestured to the kids toy belt still slung around Zach's shoulder, "that thing."

"Katrina is playing Emily," Dion said.

"Oh awesome," Zach said excited to remember the play, "so we'll be seeing a lot of each other."

"Yep," Katrina smiled.

"You're gonna love her," Dion said, pawing at her hips, unable to take his eyes off her. God did it make Zach jealous.

"She's also president of tri del," Sara chimed in, "oh my god, I had such a good time, the around the world drinks and food was such a great idea."

"Aw, thanks I'm glad you liked it," Katrina said, "that was all Alyssa's idea, but definitely more exciting than a beer pong tournament," she laughed poking Dion in the side. He jokingly flinched away, "What, classics are classics for a reason. Besides," Dion went over to Zach and grabbed him in a light headlock and gave him a noogie, "this guy's having a good time aren't ya." Zach made some token attempts at resisting but he was loving it, and once the noogie was done Dion kept an arm around Zach's shoulders.

"Besides," Dion said extending his hand to Katrina and pulling her in under his other arm, "you girls are the main attraction."

"Speaking of main attraction," Brian said, stealing a subtle glance at Sara, "who wants to smoke some weed."

"Oo!" Rich immediately cried out raising his hand, "me!"

The 6 of them made their way inside and tried to get up to Brian's room without bringing too much attention to themselves. Brian's room was on the top floor of the house, it was a single but it was one of the biggest rooms, and he had a nice living area with a futon and some bean bag chairs as well as his queen sized bed against the wall.

They all sat around the room in a circle while Brian sat at his desk and they waited for him to pack the bong. Katrina noticed Zach's shirt was still wet with beer and she slapped her boyfriends arm, "Dion this poor kid is soaking wet, he's going to get Brian's bed sticky go get him a clean shirt."

"Alright, alright," Dion said extricating his arms from around her, "but if I'm giving you a shirt you need to give me a better shotgun dude, let's go."

Zach followed Dion out of the room and into the neighboring one, another single but slightly smaller, the walls covered floor to ceiling with movie posters. Dion grabbed a couple pbrs from his fridge and tossed an old red t-shirt from his dresser over his shoulder. "Pass me your shirt," Dion said and Zach quickly complied, tossing his champ belt on the back of Dion's chair and then stripping off his shirt, feeling the wet fabric cling to his skin. Once he got the shirt over his head he could've sworn he caught Dion checking out his body, but the moment Zach passed him the wet shirt he threw it on his pile of dirty laundry and quickly left the room with a, "follow me."

Zach followed Dion shirtless down the hallway and they entered the communal bathroom. It reminded Zach of his high school locker room minus the lockers, there was a long line of stalls opposite a line of urinals, and a half wall separated the shower room with probably 20 or so shower heads with cheap white curtains hanging between them.

Dion walked into a shower stall and stopped over a drain. He handed Zach a pbr and proceeded to pop a hole in the bottom with his key. "What your problem was," Dion said, "you didn't make a good enough seal with your mouth. Just be careful not to cut yourself. Watch." He exaggeratedly wrapped his lips around the hole he'd made and popped the top off. Zach was mesmerized as he watched Dion chugging it down, loving the way his Adam's apple jumped in his throat as he swallowed. In about 5 seconds the can was empty and with a belch Dion dropped the can and crushed it under his sneaker. Then he cut a hole in the other beer for Zach and handed it to him. Again Zach felt like Dion was standing rather close to him considering they had a whole shower to themselves.

Zach did much better with his second shotgun but it still came out too fast for him and about half the beer ran down his chest and down his shorts. Dion laughed, "we're getting there. Here," he walked over to a shower head and turned it on, "toss me your shorts and rinse off real quick, I'll get you a towel and pair of gym shorts." Already near blackout drunk and with another beer quickly coursing through him Zach was highly suggestible and without any hesitation he stripped off his shorts and briefs in one swift motion, kicked off his shoes and stepped into the water, closing his eyes and moaning at how good the high pressure and hot water felt on his head. He didn't even notice that it was probably a good minute or two till he heard the door to the bathroom swing open and shut.

Suddenly the water was shut off and Zach had a towel thrown over his head, "let's pick up the pace bro I can smell that bong from here."

Zach quickly dried off and he turned around to see Dion just behind him holding out a old pair of gym shorts and tshirt. They were both too big for him but the gym shorts had a drawstring and the shirt smelled faintly of Dion's cologne so Zach was pretty content. As soon as Zach slipped his shoes back on Dion smacked his ass and said "let's go." It gave his butt a good sting going commando like he was, but Zach definitely didn't mind.

When they walked back into Brian's room it was already hazy with smoke. "Took you fuckin long enough, D," Brian said as he exhaled a cloud of smoke and offered it to him. He noticed Zach's wet hair, "what did you give him a bath?" Dion sat next to his girlfriend on Brian's bed and Zach joined him. Dion took a big hit before responding, "we had another messy shotgun so I let him rinse off in the showers."

"Hey, I did way better this time," Zach objected, "like most of it went in my mouth instead of like...everywhere else."

"That's what she said," Rich giggled and made the rest of the room laugh. Dion passed Zach the bong and asked if he'd smoked one before. Zach shook his head and Rich said, "aw dude this'll be like a religious experience."

"Or you'll pass out," Katrina laughed.

"Just not on my bed dude," Brian said.

Dion put the lighter to the bowl and said, "just keep breathing in," and when the glass had filled with smoke he popped the bowl out and the smoke shot into Zach's lungs, causing him to immediately start coughing. Dion patted him on the back while Rich laughed and said, "Yeah you got a good hit there dude, you know you got it when you cough like that."

Zach's head was swimming and the world was turning but he liked the feeling. He felt happy and dumb. He saw Sara's eyes were a bit droopy and bloodshot and he started laughing and asked her, "Sara do I look as stoned as you do right now."

"Wayyy more buddy," Brian said as he took the bong and packed another bowl. Zach thought that was hilarious.

"We should play a game," Katrina said, leaning into Dion who was playing with her hair.

"Yeah, let's," Sara said excitedly.

"Alright, truth or dare," Katrina said to groans from Brian. "As if I don't know everything about you two," he said, lighting up again. This time when they passed it around it skipped Zach who was struggling to keep himself upright.

"Well you don't know everything about the freshmen," Katrina said, "and we'll say only dares between us upperclassmen."

"Alright why don't you start us off then," Dion said before Brian could object.

"Hmm," Katrina said thinking who to pick, "Rich, truth or dare."

"Uhh, truth," Rich said.

"Let's see...have you ever peed in a pool?"

He took a second to answer, "Do people not?"

The group laughed at that and then it was Rich's turn, he asked Brian truth or dare.

"Dare."

"I dare you...I dare you to...to hop on one leg, pat your head and rub your belly at the same time!"

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," Brian laughed but he got up and proceeded to try and maybe succeeded for a second or two before he fell near flat on his face. He pulled himself up while the group laughed.

"Alright, alright," Brian said sitting back in his chair, "Sara, truth or dare."

"Truth."

"Are you a virgin?" Katrina threw a pillow at Brian's face, "you're supposed to work up to the sex stuff not jump right in." But Brian ignored her and kept looking at Sara who blushed nearly as red as her eyes, "Nope," she finally said. He smiled at her, "Alright your turn."

"Uh, Dion, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

Sara thought for a minute and then threw up her hands, "Uh why do the frat guys call you D and not Dion. God that's a stupid question I'm too stoned."

Brian laughed, "No it isn't, tell her, D."

Dion laughed, "Well, uh, it's kinda a pun, you know like D for Dion."

"That'd just be an abbreviation dumbass, tell her what makes it a pun."

Dion scratched the back of his head as he added nonchalantly, "and because I got the biggest dick in the frat."

Sara put her hand over her mouth to suppress a giggle, "Oh my god like how would you know that? Are you guys just like lining up and measuring or--"

"Hey you already got a question it's--" but Rich cut Katrina off with his own stoned laugh.

"If you want to keep having the biggest dick in the frat you better not let that one in," he said pointing at Zach, "bro's got a magnum dick, he was swinging that shit like a helicopter."

Zach fell back on the bed and said in a super stoned voice, "Motherfucker can't even shake his penis in a bush without a bro goin off about it..."

That got them all laughing again till D said, "ok, ok, my turn. Katrina truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"You're not allowed to do truth remember."

"Then why'd you ask me truth or dare?"

"Because it's the game!"

"Alright fine, dare."

Dion grinned at her, "Show us your titties."

The guys hollered at that, and Katrina stood up in the middle of the group and quickly flashed her boobs to the room.

"Boo that was a gyp!" Brian called out.

"I gotta agree, a flash is not a show," Dion said.

"You saw them that's a show!" She said pushing Zach's chest.

"Nah you need like, at least 5 seconds for a show," Rich chimed in.

"Ugh, fine, count them then," and she lifted her shirt and bra again and the guys started counting but at 2 they started counting really slow till Sara yelled out "4,5" real quick.

"You guys are such pigs," Katrina said but she seemed to be enjoying herself. "Alright, my turn. Zach, truth or dare?" Zach didn't hesitate, "Dare," he said, still laying back on the bed. Katrina stroked her chin as if she was really thinking about it then she said, "I dare you to make out with Dion. And because we gotta be lawyers about this apparently that means like at least 30 seconds, and no closed mouth pecking I mean real making out."

"Haha, gay," Rich blurted out.

Zach pulled himself up to a sitting position as he started blushing like crazy, then he started stuttering out some excuse, but before he could get any words out Dion grinned at his girlfriend then said, "Start the timer," as he held Zach's face in his hands and pulled him in for a deep, full mouth kiss.

At the start Zach was so shocked that it was basically Dion doing all the work, but as Zach realized what was happening he started kissing him back, loving the way Dion's lips were soft and giving but also insistent against his own, loving the taste of beer and smoke on his breath, loving the way their tongues were exploring one another, loving the way Dion was holding Zach's face so close to his and how his fingers ran through Zach's hair.

It felt like both an eternity and no time at all had passed when Katrina started the 5 second count down and then they finally pulled apart. The room was in a stunned silence and Zach and Dion couldn't quite look each other in the eye as they both adjusted themselves.

Finally Rich broke the quiet, "Like, seriously, no homo at all, but even I found that a little hot."

"Right?" Sara said

"Yeah I think I can grant that no homo," Brian laughed.

"I think that's what they call big dick energy," katrina said putting her hand on Dion's thigh.

"You'd know babe," Dion said leaning in to kiss her, then he turned to Zach and slapped his back and said with an obviously forced casualness, "Alright dude you're up."

It took Zach a moment to find his voice, but finally he got out, "Uh, Rich, truth or--"

There was a knock at the door and a girl said, "Kat are you in there." Brian got up to open the door and a worried looking tri del sister came in. "You know that girl Hillary, the Dean's daughter? She's like super blackout and can barely stand up but she doesn't want to leave. Can you help us deal with her?"

"Fuck," Katrina said, "it's barely past midnight. I'm sorry guys but I need to deal with this, we'll be in so much shit if she needs to get her stomach pumped or something."

"I'll come with," Dion said standing up, "can walk you guys to her dorm if nothing else."

The couple quickly filed out of the room and Brian smacked his hands on his legs, "Whelp, sorry guys, I could handle having 4 dicks to 4 boobs in my room, but 3 dicks to 2 boobs just ain't gonna cut it." He grabbed a pack of cigs from his desk drawer and tossed them to Rich, "Thanks again for letting me bum. Now let's kindly get the fuck outta here." He stood up and reached a hand down to help Sara, "Would you like to come dance with me?"

Sara smiled and said yes and they all left the room, but as Zach stood up from the bed and started moving his head started to spin and bile rose in the back of his throat. Brian saw his face and knew right away, "Bathroom, now!" He said guiding Zach quickly out of the room. As soon as Zach was in the hallway he didn't sprint so much as do a falling run to the bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet before he puked his brains out.

"Oh my god, is he going to be ok?" Sara asked the 3 of them standing in the doorway of Brian's room.

"That," Brian said pointing towards the bathroom, "is the best thing he could be doing. He'll be ready to go again in 5 minutes. Thank fuck he didn't blow on my bed. Here," Brian went back to his room and grabbed a new toothbrush and toothpaste and handed it to Rich, "can you give him that? Now, we decided dancing right?"

Zach was periodically retching as Rich came to his stall. "My dude," Rich said trying to tiptoe around Zach's prone body, "el presidente says let it loose and you'll be good to go in 5." He placed the toothbrush and toothpaste on the back of the toilet, "And that's for when you're done. I'll probably be having a smoke if you want to join me dude."

Zach tried to respond but then he was puking up another natty, and Rich left him to it. Shortly after Rich left the room and in a break between barfs Zach reached a hand into his pocket and paused time before he got back to the puking.

It was less than 5 minutes till he had nothing else to bring up, and then he spent another 5 spitting and pulling himself together. Finally Zach got to his feet and even if he wasn't totally steady the world definitely wasn't spinning anymore. He walked out to the sink and when the water didn't turn on he remembered to restart time and rinsed his mouth out and washed his face. Then he remembered the toothbrush and gave his mouth and tongue a deep clean, gargling water and toothpaste till he didn't taste his puke any more.

Zach was about to head out of the bathroom when he went to check his phone for the first time that night. But it wasn't in his pocket. Then he remembered he wasn't even wearing his own pants or shirt, of course he didn't have his phone. But then why--

Zach reached into his left pocket and pulled out the pocket watch. Time was clicking right along, and with a press of a button it still came right to a stop. Did Dion put it in the pocket for me? But why would he grab this and not my phone?

Suddenly Zach had an idea. Or maybe an intuition would describe it better. Zach set the watch on the bathroom sink and walked to the other end of the room. Then he reached into his left pocket again, making himself believe, making himself know the watch would be there.

And it was. Zach pulled it out of his pocket again, delighted. He set it on the ground at his feet, and then he tried to make himself think the same way again, except this time that the watch was already in his hand, that he knew once he curled his fingers he would feel it's familiar shape--and he did. The watch face gleamed in the harsh fluorescent bathroom lights like a jewel, it's chain coiled perfectly behind its face in his palm. Zach laughed. The watch wasn't just some device anymore, it was a part of him, that he just had to think it and it would immediately be available to him. "Not gonna lose track of you anytime soon," Zach said to the watch, tossing and catching it before starting time again and pocketing it.

Zach was feeling much better as he left the bathroom. He was still pleasantly drunk but his head felt so much clearer than it had since he really started drinking. He was making his way outside to find Rich when he passed a slightly open door and heard some muffled moaning and slapping noises. Zach tried out his new technique again and his watch was in his hand and the hall went silent as Zach paused time.

He pushed the door all the way open and his dick immediately started tenting Dion's old shorts. Jack and Austin, the guys they'd first played pong against that night, were bare assed naked and Jack fucking Austin doggy style pressing his face into the pillow with one hand while his other was pulling Austin's ass back onto his dick, both guys glistening with sweat. Zach started rubbing his dick through his shorts as he got closer. He couldn't tell how long Jack's dick was what with it being balls deep in Austin's hot little ass, but he could tell it was thick. Austin's face was scrunched up against the pillow and his mouth caught mid moan. Zach pulled his now rock hard dick out and rubbed it on Austin's face and stuck the head between his open lips. He had an idea.

Zach walked out of the room and pulled the door back to its slightly ajar position and started time. Immediately the sounds of slaps and moans came pouring out of the room again, and without hesitating Zach opened the door and walked in.

Jack paused mid thrust as the door burst open, but when he saw it was just Zach he looked confused but didn't pull out, while Austin looked at him shocked even though Jack was still pushing his face into the pillow. Zach had no idea what to say, his idea seemed rather stupid as he just stood there like a jackass, but his dick fucking twitched at the sight and instinctively Zach gripped it.

Jack smiled at him as he started slowly fucking Austin and made him start moaning again, "if you want in get in and shut the door," Jack said as he started picking up the pace. Zach did and walked to the foot of the bed and dropped his shorts to the floor, slowly stroking his dick. Jack grabbed Austin by his hair and pulled him up onto his hands and knees.

"Suck that dick bitch," Jack said as he kept fucking his boy pussy. Austin was eager to oblige and as Zach brought his dick to Austin's mouth Austin reached out and started licking and sucking. "Fuck yeah you little whore, take em," Jack said as he put his hand on the back of Austin's head and pushed him further down on Zach's long dick till he started gagging. "Awww, fuck yeah," Jack moaned as he kept pushing Austin's head up and down on Zach's meat, "Gag on that big dick, makes your pussy fucking grip so good."

Jack's dirty talk turned Zach on more than he could believe. He raised one leg onto the bed so he could get a better angle at Austin's throat, then he took Austin's head in his own hands and started facefucking him hard.

"Shit yeah," Jack said as he slapped Austin's ass, "facefuck that little faggot bro, make him choke on that dick, fuckin listen to this little cunt he loves it so much." And between the grunts and gags Austin did seem to be enjoying it, still moaning on their dicks with his eyes closed.

Zach gripped Austin's hair and pulled him off his dick, slapping Austin's face with it and smearing his own saliva and Zach's pre all over his lips and cheeks, "Look at me while you suck me bitch," Zach said, his voice an octave lower than he expected. He pushed his dick back between Austin's lips and held eye contact as his dick started to plunge down his throat. "Yeah you fucking love that dick don't you, nothing but a worthless little cocksucker aren't you," Zach said as he fucked his face, Austin moaning his assent around Zach's dick.

"Fuck yeah bro, give it to that little bitch," Jack said as he picked up his pace, his thighs smacking against Austin's ass cheeks like a metronome. They high fived as they both kept plowing him at both ends.

"Oh fuck I'm getting close," Zach breathed as he took a stronger grip on Austin's head and started fucking his throat even as he gagged on it, spit flying out of his mouth, "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah bitch I'm cumming," and Zach shot his first rope straight down his throat, then the next in his mouth, then he pulled out and kept jacking his dick as he shot rope after rope across Austin's face and waiting tongue.

Seeing the facial pushed Jack over the edge and he grunted as he pulled Austin's ass as deep onto his dick as he could and dumped his cum in his guts. "Fuckkk," Jack groaned as he slowly fucked his load into the freshman's ass, while Austin was now eagerly sucking and licking Zach's nuts as his big dick kept leaking cum onto his face, staring up at Zach with a look of utter devotion. Zach smeared his dick across Austin's face and laughed at how much the boy loved it, but then his fingers curled around his palm and the scene froze.

Zach had been ready to turn back time if his attempt to join the fun hadn't worked out, but now he was thinking it would be worthwhile even though it went exactly according to plan. He looked down at the cockhungry little twink and thought I could fuck you for the first time a hundred times I think. Something tells me you'd be clingy for a second. Zach looked up at Jack, red faced and spent. Zach gave him an air high five and said, "good times bro let's do that again."

Zach pulled the pin on his watch and set the time back about ten minutes, and when he pushed it in he was walking out the bathroom door. As he passed Jack's door and heard the moans and slaps again he smiled but kept walking.

He made his way out to he back patio and found Rich. "Hahaha dude, I've barely even started smoking," Rich said as he offered Zach a cig which Zach gladly accepted, "how you feeling?"

"Better than ever," Zach said and he meant it as he cracked open another beer. They hung out for a bit as they finished their smokes, then they went back inside. Zach was feeling good but he wasn't feeling dancing just now, although he did see Sara and Brian making out in the middle of the dance floor. Zach instead went to some of the tables they had along the edge of the room and learned how to play quarters with a bunch of people, and after they got tired of that they set up for some more pong, and Zach slowly got back to shitfaced, even if not quite as much as earlier.

He was finishing up his third round and had lost track of Rich awhile ago when he felt a familiar arm drape around his shoulder. "Sup buddy," Dion said as he took a drink of some jungle juice.

Zach couldn't hold back a big smile, "Hey, D. Everything good with Katrina?"

"Yeah, her and Melissa just decided to bring the freshman to their place to keep an eye on her the rest of the night. If you'd kept drinking juice you'd be in the same spot. But what'd I say, are you having a fun time or are you having a fun time?"

"Fucking great time," Zach said, taking a gulp of his beer.

"Now I don't have a bong, but I do have a little one hitter up in my room and I wouldn't mind some company, you wanna join?"

"Fuck yes," Zach said and they made their way back upstairs. As they approached Dion's room they heard a moan from Brian's room next door. It sounded like Sara was having fun. Dion and Zach looked at each other and had to hold back their laughs till they got in the room. They sat next to each other on Dion's crappy old loveseat that some brother had brought to the house years ago, while Dion started packing the one hitter.

"Do you often hear guys fucking around the house?" Zach asked.

"Semi regularly," Dion said putting the last little pieces of green inside, "I honestly think it's kinda hot. Next best thing to a porno right?" He passed Zach the packed bowl.

"Yeah I can see that," Zach said as he put the one hitter, a small ceramic tube painted like a cigarette, to his lips. Dion held a lighter for him and Zach took a long drag. He coughed a little, but this was much less intense than the bong had been. Then Dion took it and had several long drags before it was kicked and he set it on the table before stretching and laying back on the small couch, draping his lightly hairy legs across Zach's lap.

"I was enjoying that truth or dare," Dion said looking at Zach with a slight grin, "it got interrupted just as it was getting good."

"Yeah, same," Zach said bashfully.

"I know it's not as fun with just the two of us but you want to keep playing?"

"Sure," Zach said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Alright then, you were up next so you go first."

"Truth or dare?"

Dion considered a minute, "Truth."

Zach thought for a bit. Then he figured fuck it. "Are you straight?"

Dion smiled, "Nope, I'm bi. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"How many boys have you kissed?"

For a minute Zach wasn't sure if he should count Vano, but he figured vano could just as likely be some genie or demon as a boy. "Including you--two."

"Who was the better kisser?"

Zach blushed, "definitely you."

Dion grinned at that while Zach without even thinking about it rested his hand on Dion's calves, his finger lightly brushing through the hair.

"Well come on then, your turn."

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to take your pants off."

Dion unzipped, lifted his butt off the couch, and shimmied his shorts off, throwing them across the room.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Lose the shirt."

Zach stripped it off.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Does Katrina know you're bi?"

"Katrina knows everything about me. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"How far have you gone with a guy?"

"I've topped and sucked and been sucked."

"Haven't been fucked?"

"Nope. Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Take off your shirt." Dion did and he was laying there his legs across Zach's lap in nothing but a tight pair of red boxer briefs, the outline of his dick clearly visible and growing.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Who's the other guy you kissed?"

"A senior here named Dave. I've been fucking him about twice a day the whole last week."

Dion laughed, "Dave has a nice fucking ass, we've messed around a few times."

"Does Katrina not mind?"

"When it comes to same sex sex we're in an open relationship. She's probably scissoring Melissa right now. I'm counting that as a truth, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Get naked." Dion said as he lifted his legs and sat up. Zach stood and untied the drawstring on Dion's old shorts, Zach's dick flopped against his belly as he finally pulled the shorts over it as it was rock hard. Dion smiled as he openly admired Zach's naked body, his tight briefs tenting in front of him.

Zach stood in front of Dion naked and hard, "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

Zach crossed his arms, "Douche."

Dion laughed and stood up too, "alright fine, dare, and I guess this is what you want--" he thrust his underwear to the ground and let his dick spring out. It was a beautiful cut cock, sticking straight out of well trimmed pubes with a slight upward curve, long and thick and the head wet with pre.

Dion moved directly across from Zach and before Zach realized what was happening Dion had Zach's dick in hand and was pressing his dick alongside it, "fuck dude, Rich wasn't kidding. You've got an inch on me at least. And foreskin you lucky cunt."

Zach's dick felt ready to explode as the sexy junior stood over him, holding their dicks together, slowly moving his hand along them. "Yours is--" Zach couldn't think of the words, he was too turned on and too mesmerized by the sight.

"Yeah it's pretty pretty huh?" Dion laughed as he gripped it by the base and showed it off.

"Fuck yeah," Zach said.

"Sword fight," Dion said and started swinging his hard on against Zach's and Zach started swinging back and they both laughed as it was so fucking ridiculous and hot as their dicks clashed together.

Dion was standing so close to Zach, their torsos near touching, Dion's mouth looking so inviting as he stared down hungrily at the freshman, but as Zach went for a kiss Dion backed away and gave his butt a light smack, "let's sit on the bed."

They both jumped onto the middle of Dion's double sitting next to each other their legs dangling off the side, their thighs touching, and their dicks sticking out like a couple of flag poles.

"Truth or dare?" Dion asked, lightly stroking his own dick.

"Dare," Zach said, wanting nothing more than to taste the drop of pre slowly leaking off Dion's dick.

"Nah we're going with truth. Tell me what kinks you got."

"I don't know. Dave said I'm a switch. Like I like using guys and being used."

"Ah come on man you can do better than that, that's basically saying you're vers."

"I've only really tried pretty vanilla stuff. Like I like dirty talk too."

"How bout this, what's your favorite part of a dude's body besides like his dick and ass?"

Zach hesitated a bit, "I kinda like arm pits."

"Oh yeah? So if I do this," Dion leaned back against the wall putting his arms behind his head, "do you just wanna bury your face in there?" He nodded towards the small thick patch of pit hair on display.

Zach gulped, "Kinda."

D grinned, "Then go for it."

Zach leaned over and hesitantly moved his face towards Dion's pit, feeling self conscious. But as he let his nose brush through the hair he was so fucking turned on by the manly smell, and then he went all in pressing his face against it, and before he knew it his tongue was exploring, tasting his sweat and skin, his body pressed along D's side as he grinded his dick against him.

"Fuck yeah bro now that's kinky," D laughed. Zach pulled back and felt his face redden. "I didn't mean it like that, bud, it was hot," D said keeping his pits on display, his dick still at full mast. But Zach still went back to his sitting position next to him and asked, "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," Dion said lowering his arms and giving his dick a small squeeze.

"What're your kinks?"

Dion laughed, "Where to start. I'm a foot guy. My feet, girl's feet, guy's feet if they're not like gross. You've got nice feet."

Zach wiggled his toes, "Yeah? Big fan of playing footsie?"

"Huge. Kat loves teasing me when we go out to eat."

Zach started rubbing his feet against Dion's hanging over the bed and said, "You said that was the start, what else you got?"

D got a glint in his eye as he played footsie back with Zach then he said, "Easier to show you." He reached under his bed and pulled out a lidded plastic tub. He brought it onto the bed between them and said, "Now these aren't all my kinks, but it's a lot of them," before he took the lid off. Inside was filled with sex toys.

"We got cock rings, butt plugs, nipple clamps; have some ropes and blindfolds and handcuffs and clothes pins for bdsm; this," he said taking out a big incredibly detailed purple dildo, "is from a mold of my dick. I originally got it to give to Kat over summer break but she ordered another one so she could tell me to go fuck myself, hence the strap on sling for it too" he laughed. He pulled out a small but thick butt plug and a small remote, "this one's a favorite, let's you vibrate it remotely," he said and pressed a button as the plug started buzzing in his hands.

"What's that thing," Zach said, indicating a long curved bit of plastic that went the length of the box and had a small hole in the middle of it. D laughed, "That is called a humbler. You put your balls through that hole, then you put it behind your legs, and if you try to stand up it pulls at your balls."

"So like are you a sub?"

"Haha, you could say I'm a switch too. With Katrina I'm totally submissive, she's my fuckin mistress dude. But with guys I can't help but get a little dominant." Zach bit his lip as he realized D was staring intently at him as he explored the box.

D nodded to Zach's dick which he hadn't even noticed he'd been stroking, "Guess I haven't scared you off."

Zach shook his head, "No this is really turning me on. I just like haven't tried much yet you know?"

"Nowhere better to try new things than college. When I got here the kinkiest thing I'd done was stick a finger in my butt. Now, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Pick out something to try," he said pointing to the box.

Zach considered for a moment, rifling through the options. He stuck a finger inside a fleshlight, and tested the strength of a nipple clamp. Finally he picked a dildo out of the box, about 6" long and not too thick, made out of a soft rubbery plastic. D smiled, "Lay down on your belly."

When Zach turned over and spread his legs he stuck his butt up in the air. D whistled and Zach felt both his hands start gently running over his smooth cheeks, "Dude do you have any fucking idea how bad I wanted to bend you over in the shower?"

Zach laughed, "I think I missed it."

"Fucking freshmen," D said and gave Zach's right cheek a good slap, getting a little moan from Zach.

"Seriously though dude," Dion said as he started groping Zach's ass, kneading his cheeks and spreading them apart and making them jiggle, "You've got a nicer ass than Dave. You've got a nicer ass than Katrina. You've got a nicer ass than me and I have the hottest fucking ass." For the first time that night D sounded drunk and stoned, he was so enraptured playing with and admiring Zach's butt. Zach gave it a wiggle, "Then what're you waiting for?"

And then D was spreading his cheeks and Zach yelped like a girl and near jumped out of the bed as he felt Dion's warm wet tongue knocking at his asshole. "Holy fuck,"Zach breathed out heavily, pushing his ass back towards D's face, "oh my fucking god that feels so fucking good."

Dion loved the feedback and he got to rimming Zach with even more enthusiasm. His tongue started to push into Zach's tight virgin hole, making Zach squirm into the bed as he moaned in a pillow. D let his hands grip and slap Zach's cheeks as his tongue massaged and penetrated his hole. Zach didn't know how long Dion rimmed him, but it felt like forever and as far as Zach was concerned he could let Dion rim him forever, but after awhile Dion moved a finger against Zach's hole as he was tongue fucking him, and slowly started slipping it inside. Dion had long and thin fingers and Zach's mind reeled as he felt Dion going deeper and deeper inside him.

Dion finally pulled his face back from Zach's hole and spat on it, as he slowly worked a second finger in after the first. He went super slowly, his other hand gently rubbing Zach's butt and back, reassuring him as he continued to penetrate and stretch Zach's hole. When he had both fingers all the way in he started to slowly fingerfuck Zach's hole, and as he went 3 knuckles deep he'd curve them towards Zach's dick and balls pressing right on his prostate. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck," Zach whispered to himself as he pulled his legs up and out and pressed his ass out into the air, desperately trying to give D as much access to his hole as he could, loving every bit of the feeling of getting fucked.

"Oh my fucking god," Dion said as he took them both out and Zach's whole body shivered, "you are the fucking sexiest little thing." He reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube, pouring some directly on Zach's still tight hole. "Oo," zach said as he jumped at the cold temperature, and it quickly became an "oooOHhhh," as Dion quickly put his fingers back inside him to fuck the lube into him. They didn't stay long though as Dion pulled them out and Zach heard the lube squirt again before he felt the dildo pressing against him.

It was so much thicker than Dion's fingers and as it started to press inside his ass instinctively flexed and Zach sucked on air. "Shh," D hushed him, running his hand reassuringly along Zach's back while keeping the dildo gently pressed against Zach's hole, "just relax. Breath nice and deep. Don't try to fight it, just push out, let it in and relax." He started pushing again and Zach pushed back and the head of the dildo slipped inside him. Zach moaned and again his hole flexed around the dildo.

"Just relax," Dion said again, and as Zach got his breathing under control and forced himself to relax at the intrusion D started to slowly push the dildo inside him, till eventually Zach could feel the flanged base against his hole. "You fuckin did it," D said as he gently massaged Zach's butt and let the dildo rest inside him. As Zach was beginning to feel used to the feeling of fullness D started slowly moving the dildo in and out, sending Zach moaning into the pillow. He slowly but relentlessly started picking up the pace, till he was slamming the dildo into Zach's hole and Zach loudly moaned , "fuck fuck fuck" into the pillow.

"Turn over," D said as he plunged the dildo in to the base, "and hold up your legs."

Zach complied, lifting his knees up to his chest and his feet dangling over his head. Zach looked D in the eye and gave him a puppy dog face, biting his lip and staring up with big green eyes that desperately begged him to keep fucking his hole. D stared right back like a hungry tiger, and his hand went back to the dildo as he started ramming it in and out again. His other hand gripped Zach's big dick, leaking pre down the whole length of his shaft as D started slowly jacking him while he pounded his hole.

Zach knew he could control when he came but it felt so fucking good and his dick pulsed in Dion's hand. Dion quickly let go and took the dildo out of Zach's ass, "don't want you cumming yet," D said as he spread Zach's ass cheeks, "oh my fucking god, look at that pretty little hole, it's winking at me," he slipped a finger in to Zach's loosened hole up to the knuckle and took it out again.

"I think that counts as trying it out," Dion said as he tossed the dildo on the floor. "You're turn."

Zach stayed there holding his legs back and his hole on display. He felt so empty now, he wanted more, but slowly let his legs down as he laid on the bed.

"Truth or dare?" Zach asked as if he had no idea what Dion was talking about.

"Dare," Dion grinned.

Zach looked at him exasperated and desperate and devoted, "Please, for the love of god, shut the fuck up and kiss me again."

Dion laughed and then leapt on top of Zach as he grabbed his face in both hands and their lips met. It was like D's mouth was making love to Zach's, their tongues desperately searched out one another, their lips danced and clashed and meshed together. Zach thought D's mouth was turning him on more than Austin's had choking on his dick, that he needed it more than he needed to dump his load in Dave's ass as Dave begged for Zach's cum, that it was hotter than even the moment he first felt his new dick get harder and longer. He'd have given up his watch and all its power just to have this kiss feel the way it does now forever.

As they kissed their hands explored each other and their dicks rubbed together between them. Dion's fingers made their way back to Zach's hole, and he slowly slipped them inside as Zach moaned into D's mouth. Then he pulled them out and lifted Zach's legs on his arms, as his dick started slowly searching out Zach's hole.

When he found it and started pushing Zach cried out, but Dion just kept kissing Zach's open mouth, sucking on his lower lip, his tongue licking Zach's white teeth, as his dick gently but relentlessly kept pushing at his tight hole. Zach pushed out and the head of Dion's dick plunged inside, and Zach wrapped his legs around Dion's waist and he pulled him as close to him as he could as he whimpered into Dion's insistent lips.

Dion groaned while Zach sharply inhaled as D slowly buried his dick in Zach's hole, deeper and deeper, stretching Zach's insides around his thick head and long shaft. As Dion bottomed out and his balls rested at Zach's smooth hole Dion held his dick inside Zach while they kept making out, occasionally tensing his dick inside him which made Zach moan. Slowly he started fucking Zach, bringing his dick out till just the head was inside, then slowly pushing all the way back in. He started picking up the pace. His thighs started slapping into Zach's ass as he fucked his hole. Zach started crying out and Dion bit and licked his lower lip while his huge dick pounded the teenager's tight little hole. Zach's legs around Dion became slippery with sweat and Zach felt how warm his chest was as he saw Dion's hair start to stick to his forehead, but the rising heat just made him want it even more. Zach could feel an orgasm building deep inside him, pushing out from his prostate and hitting his dick like he needed to piss. Dion moaned an "oh fuck" as his lips locked around Zach's and his dick plunged in balls deep. Dion exhaled a hot heavy breath down Zach's throat as his dick began to pulse and pulse and Zach felt the hot jizz pour inside him, and then his own orgasm burst and his dick exploded the biggest load of his life against Dion's tight torso, shooting up to hit both of their chins and necks as they kept kissing like their lives depended on it.

Dion collapsed on top of Zach, their bodies slick with sweat writhing together while their locked lips became almost delicate against each other, and D's dick started to go soft even as it remained deep inside Zach. Suddenly all the drunkenness and excitement of the night seemed to crash down on Zach's head. Even as he kept kissing Dion he felt his eyes grow unbearably heavy, and for the first time that week Zach let himself surrender to sleep in time.