Chapter 7: Getting Fucked Hard by Nathan at the Party
“Hey, dude, any plans today?”
It hadn’t been many days since the big fight with Nathan at the gym when he suddenly texted me.
“Nothing but homework. What’s up?”
“There’s a party tonight, wanna go?”
“An orgy party? Of course!”
“What the hell are you thinking? It’s just me and a few bros from the fraternity. You’re new and don’t know many people yet, right? I’ll take you to meet some folks.”
“Alright.” Every Friday, all kinds of parties popped up around campus like mushrooms after rain. Looks like my orgy dream was going to fall through. Though I’d never been to one, I’d heard a bit about them. Fraternity parties like this were usually just excuses to pick up girls and take them home to fuck.
A room full of drunk straight guys and girls really didn’t appeal to me much.
I was about to refuse, but since it was Nathan inviting, I agreed. Worst case, I could hook up with him again, maybe even get another round in at night.
“By the way, remember to come prepared this time, hehe,” he said with a lewd grin.
Ha, looks like there really was action tonight!
May in California was already starting to feel like summer. I dawdled at home getting everything ready and didn’t head out until almost 8.
The party was at Nathan’s place, not too far from mine. I wore a pair of khaki shorts with my favorite white thong underneath. The shorts were a slim fit, hugging the ass that the thong lifted up, making it especially eye-catching. Other than that, I kept it casual—a pink button-down shirt, sneakers, and white no-show socks, since I didn’t want to stand out too much among a bunch of straight guys.
As I got close, I texted Nathan, secretly hoping he’d come out to meet me. No matter how much I tried not to care, coming to this kind of place for the first time actually made me pretty nervous. Plus, I’m not exactly the outgoing, social type, so I really didn’t want to do anything stupid and draw attention.
Soon I arrived at his house.
It was a two-story building that looked like it had seen better days. Guys and girls were streaming in from both sides of the street, all dressed up. I couldn’t help but smile to myself—straight people’s mating rituals were so elaborate, while we gays were much simpler. No need for flashy clothes; just send a dick pic on the app and someone would be at your door to suck you off in under twenty minutes. Thinking that, I was glad to be gay.
Nathan was standing at the door chatting animatedly with two other people.
His blond hair was still as eye-catching as ever. I walked up a couple steps and greeted him loudly. When he turned and saw me, a big exaggerated smile spread across his face and he waved me over.
“This is Sean, a friend I met at the gym the other day. Sean, this is Rebecca, an OG from the xx sorority and one of our VIPs tonight. And this is Marcus, one of our fraternity brothers and my good buddy.”
After a quick round of introductions, Nathan dragged me inside.
“Marcus has been trying to sleep with Rebecca for a while and hasn’t gotten anywhere. One of my goals tonight is to help him score with that chick.”
“Ha, why do you suddenly sound like a sleazy straight dude?” I was still not used to their bro talk; it always felt kinda dumb.
“Haha, when in Rome. Everyone here’s like this. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it soon.”
“First time at one of these parties, right? We usually charge five bucks at the door to cover drinks and stuff. But you’re in luck tonight—who told you to be so ‘hard’ with one of the organizers,” he said, deliberately emphasizing the word “hard” with his signature smirk.
“Ha, I saved a bit of money, but who knows what price I’ll have to pay later,” I teased back.
“Hey, you know how many people would kill to pay that price?”