Delta Phi Inc - Part 9

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"Can you see my dick in this?" Lawrence asked, putting his bare foot on the side of my bed and spreading his legs.

A perfectly visible cock outline showed through the thin material of the wrestling singlet he was wearing, and I guess that my roommate's junk being the first sight of the day wasn't a bad way to wake up.

"Yes" I nodded, stretching in the bed, and the young man slid the outfit down his frame and walked naked toward the closet.

"It ain't even that big" he growled to himself, and I smiled as the memory of the events from the previous night played in my mind.

If nothing else, the frat boys were a fun bunch. It had been a crazy day, packed with nudity and even an explosive cum shot at the end, but it just didn't make sense to me. If a group of straight guys want to make gay porn, then that was their decision, but there were no cameras rolling last night, yet Brandon had quite literally made me cum. How could someone claim to be straight after doing that?

Regardless, there was more work to be done today in the frat house, which was both exciting and worrying. What if they all woke up this morning and realised that what had happened last night was quite literally the definition of gay? Would they kick me out for unleashing this homosexual beast inside them?

Lawrence pulled on a pair of tight briefs, adjusted his bulge inside them and donned the singlet once more.

"How about now?" He asked, and although I could still clearly see the outline of his helmet, I shook my head and he grinned.

Rain poured down as I walked across campus with a coffee in my hand. I wasn't exactly sure if I was filming a scene today, or if I was simply there to watch. As much as I'd been given a confidence boost yesterday, the idea of keeping my clothes on today was quite nice.

Wyatt and Mason were in the front yard, both of them topless and soaking wet, doing push ups in the mud. Brandon stood at the front door, shaking his head as he watched them.

"What are they doing?" I asked, standing under the shelter.

"Mason reckons he can do more push ups than anyone in the house" Brandon sighed, "Wyatt doesn't agree, so this is the outcome".

I watched the two wet teens as they furiously tried to outdo one another. Their sharp shoulder blades bulged with each heave, and I couldn't deny that it was a very hot scene.

"I hope you're not too hungover" Brandon grinned, "it was a late one last night".

"I'm fine" I half lied, my head was pounding.

"The guys wanna show you something" he continued, turning into the house, "come on".

Blake and Ethan sat in the kitchen with a laptop between them, and the other guys stood around them. Brandon led me into the middle and I stared at the screen as the video began to play.

I was looking at the video of myself and Jake, and I had to admit, I was impressed. It looked professional, as though it was made in a porn studio, but I guess that's what this place was. I watched as my trousers came down and then the close up of my dick. I felt a little awkward, but everyone else was nodding and smiling.

By the time the video ended, my cheeks burned.

"You'll get used to it" Brandon grinned, squeezing my shoulder, "but that's not all".

Blake scrolled down the page, and my heart beat a little faster when I began to read the endless comments.

The new guy is cute! I wanna see more.

The things I'd do to that new dude, fuckkk.

The frat boys should gang fuck him. Pls, pls, pls.

There were hundreds of them. All of them were similar, and describing the things they wanted to do to me. Part of me was flattered, the other part, a little creeped out, but at least they seemed to like me.

"I knew you'd be a hit" Ethan beamed, and one by one the frat boys dispersed in search of some hangover cures.

I turned to follow, but found Carter there instead. I'd almost forgotten about our weird encounter in the toilets the previous evening, but by the shit eating grin on his face, I could tell that he hadn't.

"I heard you busted a nut last night" he scoffed, shaking his head, "that's a bit weird to do during a lapdance, huh?"

I scoffed back.

"I heard you all got lapdances when you joined" I shrugged, "maybe the girl that gave you one just couldn't force herself to actually touch you".

He glared at me for a moment before his smile widened and he reached across to the laptop.

"Oh look" he said, and I watched as he clicked show hidden comments. "Looks like they forgot some".

Carter slid the laptop toward me and walked away. God, I was really beginning to dislike that guy.

I leaned over and read through the extra comments, and when I did, my heart sank.

Since when did the frat boys accept scrawny losers?

Damn, he's UGLY.

This isn't what I signed up for. Small dick, skinny ass, the dude is gross. UNSUBSCRIBED!

I swallowed a lump in my throat. There were even more after that, but I couldn't bring myself to read through them. Why hadn't anybody told me? Not only did they think I was ugly, but they were unsubscribing! I was actively making the frat boys lose money, and they were acting like it was nothing.

I tried to stop it but I couldn't. Tears began to well in my eyes, and as ridiculous as I felt crying over this, I couldn't help it. For a moment I thought they liked me, I thought I'd finally found something I was good at, but I was wrong.

I rushed from the house with tears rolling down my cheeks, and as soon as I pulled open the door.

Bang!

I fell backwards and stared up at the person who I'd just run into.

"Rico?" I groaned, leaning up on my elbows as the guy from the sex shop studied me.

"AH!" He screeched, "I remember you, you're the virgin boy. Why are you running, virgin boy?"

I got to my feet and wiped the tears from my eyes, and as soon as I did, Rico cocked his head.

"You're crying" he noted, "did Mr. Brandon put something in your ass?"

I let out a laugh and shook my head.

"Well then, little kitten!" He pressed, "there is no need for tears, and my mother always said that the only cure for sadness is tequila, come, come".

Before I could do a thing, Rico was dragging me by the arm away from the frat house and toward his car. He opened the door, shoved me inside and sat in the driver's seat a moment later.

"It's a boy, yes?" He asked, driving from the house, "boys are horrible, horrible creatures" he continued with a look of disgust on his perfectly made up face, "but what would we do without them, hey?"

He laughed to himself and then glanced down at me again as I sniffled.

"You are sad, little pet. You will tell me all about it at Sparkles. Have you been before?"

I shook my head.

"It's awful, but you'll like it. Not immediately, but after some tequila. Everything is better with tequila".

Rico wasn't wrong. The place was awful, but it was almost empty except a very drunk old man in the corner, hanging over the table, and two drag queens practicing something on the stage. A very handsome young man stood behind the bar with the darkest skin I had ever seen, and his white teeth sparkled when he saw us.

"This is why it's called Sparkles, darling" Rico informed me, "isn't it glamorous".

I sat down on a bar stool and Rico sat next to me. The idea of drinking at eleven in the morning made me want to heave, but I needed something to calm me down. Why hadn't Brandon told me that I was ruining their videos? Were they doing this as a joke?

"This is Franklin" Rico said, as the barman placed two shots on the bar, "he wants to get me pregnant, but I've been turning him down for years".

Franklin laughed and shook his head.

"I hope he has ID" he said, nodding toward me, and Rico looked like the man had slapped him.

"Franklin! Do I look like the type to bring curious eighteen year olds into seedy gay bars?" He gasped, holding his chest, "you insult me!"

The man laughed again.

"One drink" he said, but Rico waved him away.

"Tell me" he said, crossing his legs and staring at me, "what is making you this upset on a Sunday morning? These are the tears that are reserved for Saturday nights when you've worn your best dress and the only bit of dick you've gotten is your own! So go on, explain this mess".

By the time I'd finished explaining what had happened, Rico had swallowed another two shots but Franklin had refused me anymore.

"I see" he said, and stared me up and down. "He is jealous".

"No, no, he showed me the comments. He's not jealous of me".

Rico's hand caught the underside of my chin and lifted my head.

"I am forty-eight years old, little boy" he said sternly, "I have seen more of the world than you, I have met more of the world than you, and I know jealousy when I see it. The boy is jealous and those comments, you will forget them, and you will continue to be fabulous. Do you understand me?"

I sniffled again but nodded.

"Good. Do you think he cares if people make comments?" Rico continued, "do you think he cares about jealous people? Look at the confidence, look".

He turned my head around to the stage where the two drag queens had now stepped aside, and a younger person, much younger, had appeared.

I watched him closely. His body was covered in a long trench coat and his head, by a hat. The music sounded and a moment later, the coat and hat were ripped off to reveal a stunning body wearing only a tight singlet.

My eyes widened, and when Lawrence looked over, so did his.