That week, we put our other sex toys to good use. Chad was partial to the anal wand; he made me fuck him with it a half-dozen times, in a half-dozen different ways. Personally, I was more into masturbators myself, especially when used in conjunction with a cock ring.
We both liked the dildos, which were still getting plenty of action. We especially liked to do what we called an instant flip: I would bottom for Chad while at the same time fucking him with his dildo, or vice versa. It was pretty hot to think we could each have the other's dick inside of us at once.
Chad also stopped wearing underwear, and he started wearing a jockstrap instead. Nobody knew about it but me, yet he wore it all over campus. It got me hard just thinking about it: I loved knowing that his butt was freely bouncing around in his pants, while his package was safely secured.
Of course, when we were alone, I took fiendish delight in peeling his clothes off. The strap looked particularly sexy when it was the only thing he was still wearing. I especially loved being able to fuck him with the strap still in place.
By that point we were practically inseparable, even more so than before. Since I had access to his place-- in the form of the frat house-- I knew it was high time he had access to mine. So I gave him my spare key, and he immediately put it to good use. He brought an extra toothbrush that night, and over the course of that week, he brought over more and more of his things. By the weekend, he had so much stuff at my place that there were was no more walk of shame.
That was also when Chad started growing out his beard. I didn't like it at first, because the longer his stubble got, the itchier it was. I actually avoided kissing him for a while, at least on the lips. But once his beard filled in, the itchiness went away, and I found I really liked it. It made him look that much more manly, which was especially hot when he was getting pounded.
With each day that went by, I learned new things about him, like the fact that he was farsighted. He could usually get by without glasses, but he did wear them if he had to stare at a screen for long hours. His glasses were designer, so they made him look cute and sophisticated. I asked him to wear them more often, but he wouldn't.
Some of his quirks did exasperate me. Whenever he came home-- either to his place or mine-- he'd drop his stuff in the middle of the floor, where I'd always trip over it. He was totally disorganized too, so even if he just needed a pencil, he'd need to go hunting for one. He spent so much time rummaging through his things that I wondered how he ever got anything done.
At the same time, some of my own habits drove him nuts too. Apparently I bit down on my fork when I ate. No one had ever complained to me about that, but Chad kept bringing it up, so I started getting self-conscious.
"Just use your my lips," he said at lunch one day, "not your teeth. Like you're giving a blowjob."
"That's a helluva way to put it," I said.
"Here, let me show you." Then he climbed under my table, pulled down my pants, and wrapped his mouth around my pole.
"Oh shit," I said. I could hardly see what Chad was doing, but I sure as hell could feel it. He was an expert at using the soft parts of his mouth: he ran his tongue around my cockhead, and he slid his lips down my shaft. Then he started bobbing up and down, and he sucked me as hard as he could.
"Mm," he said between slurps. Then he took his mouth off me and started jerking me off. "God, I love this. You've got the hottest fucking dick...."
"More like the hottest fucking boyfriend," I said.
Chad seemed to love when I talked to him that way. He went right back to sucking my cock; he stroked the base of my shaft with one hand, and he played with my balls with the other. His grip was strong enough to feel manly, yet tender enough to be pleasurable-- which was exactly how I wanted it.
"Baby," I said, "I'm getting close."
Chad didn't miss a beat. He kept right on sucking like his life depended on it. I felt his tongue against my pee hole, and at that point I couldn't hold back.
"Oh shit!" I gasped as I busted in his mouth.
Chad kept going till my dick finished shooting. Then I felt his throat contract as he swallowed. He kept stroking himself as he did it, and I could tell he was about to bust himself.
I didn't want Chad's load to go to waste, so I joined him under the table, and I put my mouth on his cock. It only took a few seconds before he let off a grunt. The next thing I knew, I had a mouthful of sperm.
"Oh fuck yeah," he said as his orgasm died down. Then he finally let out a deep breath.
I gulped down his cum, then moved up to his face, and I gave him a salty kiss. "Did I pass the test?" I asked.
"What test?"
"About not using my teeth."
"Oh. That." He grinned. "You got me distracted."
"I didn't hear you complain."
"That's because I didn't," he said as he gave me one last kiss.
I'd assumed our coming out was behind us, but it turned out it wasn't. I'd never noticed how many people assumed we were straight. We kept getting asked about girls, often in passing, from people who didn't have a clue. A couple of dudes found out we were Kap Eps, and they immediately asked us which sororities were hottest, and what the girls were like in bed. One professor even said something in class; she asked a few girls about their boyfriends, and boys about their girlfriends, without giving it a second thought.
I didn't usually say anything, but that only made the awkwardness worse, since it made me feel like I was back in the closet. The alternative was to keep coming out over and over again, like I was caught in Groundhog Day or something.
One night I was writing a paper when my phone rang. I assumed it was Chad, so I answered the phone without checking the caller ID. "Hey," was the only thing I said.
A split second later, I realized it was my ex. "What is this I hear about you being gay?"
I was tongue-tied for a second, but then I forced out some words. "I-I dunno," I said. "I mean, who the hell told you that?"
"Fucking Kevin," she said, "who heard it from your mom."
I gritted my teeth. I'd never given Mom permission to tell anyone. "What the hell?"
"'What the hell' is right," Erica said. "She ran into him at the grocery store, and he asked what you were up to, that's the answer he gets?"
"Oh for shit's sake--"
"Are you trying to deny it?"
I paused. "Well no--"
"Is that why you broke up with me?"
"No," I said. "Back then I didn't know."
"How could you not know? I always knew I was attracted to guys--"
"It's not that simple."
"Were you thinking of guys when you were having sex with me?"
I debated how to answer. I had to admit I'd fantasized a little, not about gay sex per se, but definitely about orgies and stuff. The more I looked back on it, the more obvious it was that sex with her had never been that great. But I bit my lip.
"Okay," she said before I'd had a chance to respond. "That's all I needed to know."
"Now listen--"
"You broke my heart, you asshole!" She was half-crying, half-yelling through the phone. "I wasted three years of my life on you! I swore I was going to get married to you, and have kids and everything--"
"Wait. When did I ever agree to that?"
"Junior prom," she said. "Remember how you took me out to the river?"
"I didn't exactly propose to you."
"You sure as hell made it sound like we had a future. You were talking a big game about being a hotshot lawyer--"
"Uh yeah, about that--"
