Delta Phi Inc - Part 2

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I sat there in silence for a moment, linking the men on the laptop with the men in the room, and feeling a rush of excited nervousness each time I did.

"I think we've stunned him to silence" Wyatt laughed, and the red headed hunk looked even hotter in real life than he did with his huge cock in his hand on the screen.

All eyes were on me, and my eyes were on them, every naked, mouth watering inch. I couldn't quite believe it, and part of me didn't believe it. It must have been a joke. A way to mess with me. I bet they did it with all the Freshers. God I was so fucking gullible.

"Nice try, guys" I scoffed, and handed Jake back his laptop, very reluctantly all the same.

A few brows raised as I stood up.

"So which one of you is the Photoshop whiz?" I smirked, though my heart felt a little crushed.

I thought that for once in my life, I was being treated kindly by a bunch of popular guys, but perhaps my friends back home had been correct. They were all the same.

"Did you not just see me fuck Mason?" Jake laughed, "like literally, right in the ass".

Mason belched loudly after gulping from a beer can, "that's not happening again by the way" he said, "that was a one time only deal!"

"Nobodies fucking with you, man" Brandon smiled, but I still couldn't believe it.

I stared around the room in awe once more. There was no fucking way.

"So you're telling me that all of you, every single one of you is gay?" I scoffed, "and you expect me to believe that?"

"Wow, wow, wow" Mason said, raising his hands, "nobody said nothing about being gay".

My brain buzzed with confusion again, my nose crinkled too.

"None of us are gay, bro" Brandon explained, "we do it for the cash".

I didn't know whether to be angry or happy. It was real, but it was also a bunch of straight guys pretending to be gay for money. Something about that felt wrong.

"I better go" I told them, and before any of them had a chance to call me back, I walked from the kitchen and left the house.

The walk back to the dorm was a strange one. The effects of the alcohol dulled most of my common sense, but still I felt a twinge of anger at the whole thing. Yes, it was likely most gay guys' dream to have a bunch of exceptionally hot, beautifully muscular straight guys to play with, but pretending to be gay for money just didn't sit right with me.

I'd gone through years of torment and bullying, I'd been called every name under the sun and beaten up just because I liked guys. I had to hide one of the biggest parts of myself for fear of the same treatment here, and these dudes are fucking on camera to earn some pocket money.

By the time I reached my dorm I was livid. I pushed my way inside, found my new roommate snoring his brains out in bed, and fell into my own one. It had been a very strange day, but I was too drunk and too tired to deal with it any longer. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Waking up in a strange room, in a strange place, to another strange day was certainly strange. It helped, however, that my first view of the morning was the perky backside of Lawrence, my roommate. We had briefly met at Fresher's Night, but all I knew of him was his name, the fact he was a year older than me, and that he once got a marble stuck up his...

"Morning" he grunted, and turned to me, completely naked. That woke me up.

"Uh, morning" I said back, my eyes on his modestly size dick.

"Do you know where Calgary Lecture Hall is?" He asked, pulling his cock away from his body mindlessly.

"No idea, sorry" I told him, feeling my morning wood become even woodier.

"This place is like a maze" he shrugged, and pulled a pair of boxer shorts up his legs.

He wasn't conventionally attractive, but something about him struck me as quite hot. Whatever it was, I had no time to dwell on it, I was already late.

The rush to find Canberra Lecture Hall was an intense one. I studied the small pocket map, but no matter which turn I took, I ended up at a dead end. It was five past nine, and the thought of walking into the lecture to a sea of blank stares made me cringe.

I buried my head in the map and rushed down another corridor until... BANG!

"Wow, sorry bro!" The voice was relatively familiar, though I could have been imagining it considering I could see stars now.

I felt a strong hand pull me to my feet and hand me back my map.

"Where are you headed?" Jake asked, and my eyes found his perfect smile.

"Oh, it's you" I mistakenly said aloud, "I'll find it, it's fine".

"I hope we didn't upset you last night, man" he told me, and suddenly he was pacing beside me, "we just thought that you'd enjoy it, that's all".

"Right" I scoffed.

"I can help you find where you need to go if you're late?" He pressed.

"No. Thank you"

"Dude, why are you being so–"

"What, gay?" I snapped, and realised that the young man that I was getting snappy with, could have quite easily snapped me in half. "Sorry" I added, to dull the possibility of death.

"Short" he finished, "and I don't mean your height, though you are a bit of a shrimp".

I glared at him, and he flashed me his smile again.

"Oh don't be so uptight Hunter" he teased, "I'm just fucking with you, now where are you trying to go? Either you tell me or you spend the next hour tryna' find it yourself".

"Canberra" I told him finally.

"Ah" he nodded, "well, first you'll need to get a plane to Australia"

"Ha ha" I growled.

"See, you're too uptight! You need to relax a little" he whispered, and squeezed my shoulders as he guided me to a completely different side of the college.

When we arrived, I couldn't deny that his micro-massage had hit the spot.

"Thank you" I smiled, "and I'm uh... I'm sorry about being... Short".

"It's all good, man" he beamed, and his hand caressed my face, "I was four foot nothing when I was... What, like three?"

Jake walked off laughing to himself, and I couldn't help but shake my head and laugh too. God he was hot.

The day went quite well considering I spent the majority of it with my head in the map. By the end of it, I had about as much knowledge of the building as I did at the start of it. I returned to the dorm and found Lawrence asleep once again.

I had to admit that I was envious of him. I was exhausted, mentally and physically, and the idea of putting on a damn uniform and beginning a six hour shift in Pizza Palace made me groan audibly. Alas, I was not born to wealth, and my parents were assholes, so I slipped my dumb cap on after getting dressed and headed for work.

The place stank of pizza, which normally would have been quite nice. Today however, it made my stomach churn.

"You're late, Holter" Ricardo, my boss growled, "I don't pay you to be late, I pay you to take pizza to house, yes?"

"Yeah" I nodded, already mentally drained by him, "and it's Hunter".

"Hunter, Holter, what does it matter, hey?"

There were already five pizzas piled up on the counter, and so i took them, stuffed them in the bag and secured them on the back of the bicycle. As I set sail for the first house, a burst of thunder sounded overhead, and the heavens opened.

"Great" I sighed, and cycled through the rain.

"I didn't order this" a middle aged, balding man snarled at his door.

"It says 1098 Belfry Place" I shrugged, showing him the docket.

"Listen, dipshit" he spat, "I think I'd know if I ordered a fucking pizza, I didn't order this!"

He shoved the pizza back at me but the rain had already made the box wet, and the bottom of it burst open and splattered onto his porch.

"Dad, I ordered it" a girl's voice called, and a moment later a young woman appeared at the door and her eyes landed on the mess on the ground.

"Oh, I'm not paying for that" she scoffed.

"It wasn't my fault!" I groaned, "I... I... Forget it".

The door slammed shut in my face as I scooped up slices of wet, cheesy pizza from the ground and shoved it back into the ripped box. Jesus, this was depressing.

Three deliveries later and one pizza left, I was so drenched that my boxer briefs were soaked through. I imagined being at home by the fire, but another belt of thunder woke me from my daydream as a car splashed through a puddle next to me and drowned me even further.

By the time I reached the last house, I looked like I'd swam here, and then I realised where here was.

"For fuck sake" I hissed to myself, pulling the last pizza from the bag and trudging up the steps to the frat house of Delta Phi Rascals.

"Well holy shit" Wyatt laughed, taking the box from me, "don't you look... Radiant".

Brandon appeared behind him an ushered me inside.

"Come on" he said, and I did because I was too miserable to do anything else. "I have some clothes you can change into".

As he led me up the stairs, he looked at me and smiled.

"You don't really wanna be a pizza boy, do you?"

"Oh yeah" I nodded, wiping strands of wet blonde hair from my forehead, "it's all I've ever dreamed of".

Brandon laughed as we reached the landing and pointed at one of the doors.

"Right through there" he said, "is your way out of..." He pinched the soaking wet t-shirt on my arm. "This".

I stared at the door. He didn't need to explain it to me. I knew that behind it, a group of straight guys were pretending to be gay for pay. I continued to stare. Would it really be so bad?