Close Quarters Chapter 4: Cheap Beer and a Dirty Frat
I spent the rest of the week on edge following the events that took place. Part of me was excited about the fun that could transpire with Jonathan, but I didn't want to seem to eager and he had not made any attempts to go further. The only thing that seemed to change following our time together was that he didn't bother trying to cover his cock when he got dressed. Part of me was more upset about that because I couldn't help but look at it and think about how much I wanted it inside me. That pink head opening my tight virgin ass. It was far thicker than the toy I used. Despite my clear desire, he didn't make any moves. I was bummed, all that talk about being his toy was clearly just something he said in the moment and not something I should count on.
Friday came and with that came homework, relief from the stress of the first week of class, and of course, parties. I had never been to a party that included drinking and I was lucky enough to make a friend with someone in my Econ class. Austin, a tall blonde with nice 5 o'clock shadow regardless of the time of day, sat next to me on our first day and since that time we exchanged numbers and had fun sending each other funny pictures and videos. He was into golf and got a scholarship to come to college to play. I was shocked that our college even had a golf team but I was grateful it helped me get a new friend. I was laying in bed relaxing after my last class when my phone buzzed.
Hey, you wanna come out with me tonight? Got invited to a frat house. I read in Austin's voice.
I looked up to Jonathan who's back was to me as he sat at his desk typing away before I responded. Yeah, let me get ready and I'll meet you outside. I got up changed my shirt and it was then that Jonathan turned around.
"You going somewhere?" he asked.
"Um yeah, my friend is going to a party and wanted me to join." I answered. His face didn't waver, and I was partially disappointed that he didn't seem at least a little upset.
"Sounds like fun! Be safe!" He turned back around and went back to his typing.
I sighed quietly, bummed because I would rather be doing something much more fun with him, before leaving the room and meeting with Austin outside. He looked very attractive, wearing khaki shorts, and a light blue button up with his top two buttons undone. He had put some cologne on and the smell drew me in. I gathered myself and smiled. "So where are we going?"
"I don't know the name of the frat but I know where it's at. Let's go! If we get there early we should be able to get some free booze before it gets too crowded." I followed him do what the college called Frat Road, which was much more of a large roundabout with about a dozen homes that looked like former mansions in the 1900's before being converted to a frat house that then never got updated. There was a history to them, but it was under several layers of frat boy ick.
We walked to the house chatting about our childhoods along the way. Austin came from Ohio and was really missing his dad and had a girlfriend prior to college but they broke up after graduation. As we approached the house, we saw a huge muscular guy wearing a shirt that was at least a size too small as his pecs were putting a lot of pressure on the thin fabric. He looked as us and gave a half smile. "Sup bro's you're hear a bit early. Let's see some ID's. Austin pulled out his wallet and pulled out a twenty.
"Both me and my friend here forgot our ID's, I know President Jackson can help smooth that over." He handed the twenty to the guy who laughed.
"President Franklin is my favorite, but Jackson is pretty cool." The guy said. I tried not to laugh at the idea that he thought Benjamin Franklin was a president. He opened the door and let us in. The place was dimly lit with neon lights and music that was inaudible due to the bass being so loud overwhelmed my senses. The place smelled of old beer and Febreze mixed with BO.
"You wanna grab a beer with me," Austin yelled pointing to a cooler. I nodded and we started walking over. "This is your first time drinking yea?" I nodded again as he handed me a can. "Just make sure to pace yourself and you'll be fine." He said cracking open his beer. We bumped the cans together to celebrate getting in and began drinking. A sip of beer hit my tongue and I felt myself wince. The taste was as if someone pissed in a Mountain Dew. Austin looked at me reaction and laughed. "It gets better I promise."
The night continued and before long the house was filled with people. I finished my beer and got halfway through another before I decided I couldn't do the taste anymore without vomiting. Austin had wandered off every now and then, talking to a girl before coming back slightly more irritated after each encounter. He was walking back from his most recent chat and walked up to me rolling his eyes. "The bitches here suck. You had any luck yet? I don't think I've seen you talk to a single girl" he said finishing off his fourth beer. I hadn't told Austin I was gay, and I didn't really think a room full of potentially homophobic men was the place to make that public information so I smiled shrugged my shoulders.
"I don't really wanna half to bring a girl back to my dorm and piss off my roommate." I said.
"Nah that's no excuse, if you find a lady, I'll let you use my dorm. I don't have a roommate, they dropped out after the first day. The bed is still made." He grabbed my shoulder and tired pushing me toward the crowd of people before looking at my beer. "Dude fuck the beer, let's get you something you can actually drink," and shifted his steering toward a table with bottles. I watched him grab some different bottles and start pouring them into a red cup. I glanced over to the crowd and saw a few guys who, if not at a frat house, I would consider talking to. One was about my height with thick brown hair and a huge bubble butt that bounced as he danced. He had his hands on a girl's hips as she grinded into him. The other was tall guy with red hair and... rimmed glasses. It was Jonathan, he was talking to another guy and laughing. They looked to be friends the way the guy was standing, only facing Jonathan slightly while obviously staring at a girl twerking near them. As I was gazing at them I felt a cold plastic hit my hand as Austin handed me my new drink. I tasted a sip of it, the fruity sweet flavor covered a hint of what felt like rubbing alcohol. Still better than the beer.
We went into the crowd and Austin tried to introduce me to a couple of girls. While they were very pretty, I did a half ass job of trying to seem cool. Hoping that they would become disinterested in me if I made it look like I had no game, which wasn't that hard of an act to do if I was being honest with myself. Austin looked at me and sighed, "Bro I'm telling ya these bithces." We left the crowd and I could feel my mind getting foggy. Is this what it feels like to be drunk? I thought to myself. The air felt heavy and I could feel myself getting warm. I pointed to the patio and Austin nodded. We walked outside and the cool air brought me back to my senses somewhat. "At this point I don't even know why we're still here." Austin scoffed, finishing his beer.
"I mean there's still a chance at you finding a girl to take back the dorm," I responded, hearing the slur in my words. Austin looked at me and chuckled.
