Jon is a 23-year-old twink in desperate need of cheap housing. Luckily, he's found two ex-frat stars who'll subsidize his rent as long as he takes care of their every need.
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Jon had been living at the frat stars' house for the past two months, and their arrangement had hardly changed: Jon was still unemployed, keeping the house tidy, and satisfying Blake and Nick whenever they asked him. Of course, the social dynamic between him and the frat stars naturally developed with time. For one thing, the guys were all becoming more comfortable with one another as roommates and friends. Jon started having a beer with the frat stars in the evenings as they watched TV or played video games, and even started going out to bars with their friends on the weekends.
The nature of their arrangement seemed to shift too. Blake was using Jon's body less and less, in part because he started regular arrangements with a few different women. These chicks would come to the house on different nights of the week, clearly just for sex with Blake. On the other hand, Nick was using Jon's body more and more often. Although he still occasionally hooked up with women, especially on nights when they went out to bars, he was generally more keen to just fuck Jon.
Luckily, Jon most enjoyed getting fucked by Nick. He was the ideal hunk in Jon's mind, a stereotypically dumb straight jock. With bulging muscles, just the right amount of hair, and a girthy cock, he was fantastic in bed.
Still, Jon was starting to become worried that at some point, Blake would want to stop subsidizing Jon's rent. After all, Blake was hardly using Jon's services anymore (besides the cleaning). Blake didn't seem to mind the extra money, which wasn't much anyway. But if their arrangement stopped, Jon would have to move out. That would not only mean paying more in rent, but losing the best fuck-buddy he'd ever had in Nick.
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On Wednesday evening, Nick and Blake told Jon they were planning on having a party at their house that Friday. It was going to be enormous, like parties they used to throw when they lived in their college frat house. There would be tons of their friends, girls, and of course, beer. As a courtesy, they were telling Jon in case he wanted to make other plans. And of course, his duties meant that he'd have to clean up the next day.
Jon considered making other plans for that evening, but ultimately decided against it. He had actually started to enjoy spending time with Nick and Blake's straight friends, even though he didn't have much in common with them. They were nice guys, and even nicer on the eyes. Varying wildly in body type, each had a certain confidence to them that Jon found wildly attractive. Even though there was basically no chance he'd ever sleep with any of them, planning to attend the party meant he could fantasize about it.
When Friday rolled around, Jon noticed all the furniture in their living room and kitchen had been pushed against the walls. In both rooms, a full-sized keg was placed in the center along with a huge stack of red plastic cups. Jon hadn't realized the scale of this party until he saw the two kegs in their small home: This was going to be an enormous rager.
He wasn't wrong: Around 8pm, the music started and folks started arriving. Jon knew some of the guys who came, but lots were strangers to him as well. They all looked to be about Nick and Blake's age, as they had overlapped at least a little during college. Jon knew nearly none of the women who came, although recognized a few as chicks who'd recently had one-night stands with Blake.
Very quickly, the house took on the scent of beer and male musk. There were just enough men in the small home to make it hot and humid, filling the room with their scent. Jon knew the women at this party probably wouldn't like the male energy, but he was enamored by it. There was almost nothing he loved more in this world than the musk of a jock. He was so turned on, he nearly left the party to jerk off in his room. But he held back, trying to socialize with the guys as he had a few beers and relaxed.
"Who are you, bro?" A 6'2" guy with short blond hair asked him.
"Jon, Nick and Blake's roommate," Jon replied, extending his hand for a handshake.
"You don't look like their usual type of roommate," the man said with a wink. He was referring to Nick and Blake's previous practice of having a girl as their roommate, holding the same "position" as Jon.
"Nope," Jon replied. He wasn't going to spoil their secret. "I found them off craigslist."
"I'm Derek," the man said. "I was in Nick and Blake's college frat."
"You and everyone else here," Jon joked with this near-stranger. The beer was making him a little too relaxed, especially considering the hulking man towering over him. He was wearing a tank-top, showing off his enormous biceps.
Just then, Nick approached them.
"Derek! I see you met our new roommate," Nick said.
Jon thought Nick already looked a little drunk, despite it only being about 10pm.
"Yeah, just met," Derek replied casually. "Hey Nick, whatever happened to the last chick you had living here?"
Nick laughed. "Bro, she moved out! Got tired of having to take my huge cock every night I guess," he said with a cocky smile.
"Yeah right, man," said Derek ironically. "She's
lucky
she never had to take my dick!"
All three guys laughed.
"Well, too bad the new roomie is a dude," Derek said, obviously unaware of their current arrangement.
"Yeah," Nick said without letting anything on.
"Truth is, I was hoping to sleep with that girl tonight," Derek added. "I'm fucking bricked up, bro, and she was a real slut."
"No kidding," said Nick. "But lucky for you, there are tons of other chicks here."
"Most of them are Blake's one night stands," Jon piped in. "So you know they're down for whatever."
"Good intel, bro," Derek said to Jon. "Let me go make some moves."
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After a few more hours, the party had started to thin out. Everyone had gotten extremely drunk. Most of the girls had already left, some by themselves but most to hook up with friends of Blake and Nick. Around 1am, Blake went upstairs to his bedroom with 3 of his regular side-pieces, leaving just Jon, Nick, Derek, and another guy named Carter in the living room.
"Fuck Blake," Derek said disappointedly. "I was chatting with that girl Heather all night, and then he swoops in at the last moment to take her for himself. I was so close to fucking her!"
"Sorry bro," said Carter. He too seemed disappointed in not meeting a girl that evening. Jon was surprised, given his classically good looks. With dark coiffed hair, blue eyes, and a little scruff on his face, he was something of a model. He did have a pretty intense douchebag energy, which was hot to him but probably a turn-off for lots of women.
"Girls are temporary, but your bros are forever," Nick ironically. He was clearly inebriated at this point. Lounging deep into the couch, he threw off his shirt as he got comfortable.
The other guys laughed at Nick's drunkenness, but soon were taking off their shirts too.
"Might as well get comfortable now that the girls are gone," said Derek.
"For sure," Carted added. "Mind if we sleep on the couch tonight? I'm definitely too drunk to get home."
"Go for it, dude," said Nick.
Jon was on the couch with them, but didn't dare take off his shirt. Compared to the three hairy, muscly men next to him, he was effeminate, scrawny, and hairless.
"Well, looks like I'm going to sleep with blue balls tonight," said Derek.
"All four of us," said Carter.
"Too bad you don't have that slutty roommate anymore," said Derek. "We could all fuck her together," he joked.
"Did you and Blake ever fuck that girl together?" Carter asked curiously. Jon knew the men were all pretty inebriated from their candor.
"Yeah man, all the time," Nick replied. "She loved taking us both."
"Was it weird though to see your bro's dick?" Derek seemed uneasy about the idea.
"Not at all," Nick replied. "It was so hot watching her take two cocks, I didn't think much about it."
"Huh," said Derek, considering it more. "Well obviously those days are over."
