Rush Week was a weird experience that fall. It was actually kind of nostalgic: the Kap Eps went through the same drill every semester, so it felt like we were re-living the time when Chad and I first met. The big difference this time-- aside from us being a couple-- was that we weren't newbies anymore. Now we were helping call the shots and deciding which of the rushees would get a bid. It was pretty hot to think we could send them through the same initiation we'd gone through ourselves. We couldn't wait to see those boys strip down, jack off in front of us, and do whatever else we made them do.
Chad and I quietly scoped out the candidates, and we debated which of them we liked best. I'd never openly talked about another guy's sexiness, much less in front of my boyfriend, and neither had Chad. But behind closed doors, at least, we couldn't resist.
"Drew seems cool," I said. "I talked to him the night of the BSU game."
"You're just into those muscles of his."
"So what if I am?"
"Well, my vote's for that Justin kid."
"The short guy?"
"Yeah," he said. "He's got a helluva butt."
"Do I need to be worried?"
Chad scoffed. "Hell no," he said. "I never said I wanted to do anything with him. Except watch, which we're gonna do anyway."
"I guess."
"Besides, you've been checking out those guys as much as I have. You know how many times I caught you looking at Shane's bulge?"
"Well," I said, "he looks like you."
"Uh-huh," he said. "We'll have to see about that."
"Maybe we will," I said as I gave him a kiss.
We got so turned on that we were dying to fuck. But sex was practically impossible in the frat house, with the other Kap Eps around, so we stayed on our best behavior. Pretty much all we could do was beat off in the bathroom, and even then, we had to do it separately.
Our only real one-on-one time was during the day, between classes, when we could sneak off to my place. It was during one of these sessions that a plain brown box showed up at my door. It took me a minute to realize what it was: it was the sex toy shipment we'd ordered. I snatched it up as fast as I could, hoping my neighbors hadn't seen it. I shut the door behind me, and I tore the box right open.
There was a bunch of stuff in there, from cockrings to jockstraps to an anal wand, but I was most excited about the custom dildo kits. I'd really gotten to like our vibrator, and I wanted to take our adventures to the next level. "Oh hell yeah," was Chad's reaction too.
We didn't waste any time putting the dildo kits to good use. It was a pretty messy process: we had to mix the molding powder with water, then stick our boners in it. We'd heard the trickiest part was staying hard long enough for the molds to set. But at that point, we were so horny that we didn't have much trouble. We didn't want to leave anything to chance, so we made out while we waited, and we fondled each other's asses. I was dying to touch Chad's package, but since I couldn't, I focused on his other erogenous zones: I sucked on his nipples and earlobes, then ran my hands across his body.
Eventually we pulled out of the forms and poured in liquid rubber. We were supposed to let them harden overnight, so we set them aside; in the meantime, we had needs to attend to.
"Lie down," I whispered. "I've been dying to get your dick in my mouth."
"It's all yours," Chad whispered back.
I could barely control myself as I got on my knees and started slurping away. He tasted funny at first, but as my lips and tongue cleaned him off, his familiar taste came back.
I was about to reach for one of our toys when I heard a ping. Apparently an alert had come through on my phone. I ignored it at first, but then I heard a second ping, then a third.
Chad apparently heard it too. "What the hell is that?" he asked.
I sighed and got up off the bed. I rummaged through my clothes for a second, then pulled out my phone. The alerts turned out to be totally random. "It's just Facebook," I said. "My sister's friend is getting married today. She apparently invited all the people from my high school, so they're all tagging each other and shit." I fiddled with the phone. "How do I turn these alerts off?"
"Don't worry about it," Chad said. "You've got more important things to take care of. Like me."
"Yeah." I was about to head back to bed when I realized Johan was in a few of the pictures. An uncomfortable feeling came over me. Then I swiped to another photo, only to see another familiar face. "Aw hell," I said out loud.
"What's wrong?" Chad asked.
I hesitated at first, but then I showed him a picture of Erica. "That's my ex-girlfriend."
"You're still friends with your ex?"
"No," I said. "But some of my friends still talk to her."
Chad eyed the photo. "I mean, she's not bad looking... though you're totally out of her league."
"Yeah, well, I'm not playing for that team anymore."
"I should hope not. For more reasons than one."
I wanted to smile, but I still felt a little uneasy. I thought back to the picture of Johan. I couldn't help wondering if he'd talked to Erica, or to Amy for that matter. My big fear was that he could out me to my family and friends. After all, he was the only person back home who knew I was gay. I liked to think I could trust him, but there was always the risk of a slip of the tongue.
"You okay?" Chad asked.
I took a deep breath. "I should tell you something," I said.
"What?"
"You said you wanted to know everything about me? Warts and all?"
"Yeah."
I paused, then showed him my phone again. "I hooked up with this guy a while back."
Chad frowned. "Who the hell is that?"
"He's a guy I knew in high school. I just... well, I don't like being reminded of it now."
"Me neither," he said.
"I'm sorry--"
"You know I don't like thinking of you with anyone but me," he said as he put his arms around me.
"I don't either. If I had to do it over again...." But I didn't finish my sentence.
"How about you just turn off your phone," he said, "and fuck the guy who's right here in front of you?"