Tomas creeped through the attic's tight crawlspace and like always everything went just a tiny bit wrong, a constant amount of misfortune that's never enough to complain about. His backpack was getting covered in the dust that filled this attic, and his jeans were way too tight for this weirdly small sized attic and his dick and balls were painfully grinding on the floor. After he got to a part of the attic that had actual space to sit and stuff to lean on, he decided it was time to do both. He quickly repositioned his dick which was honestly at the hardest it's been for a while but he fought the urge to jack it especially after the paranoia of one of his frat brothers hit him.
Instead, he took a moment to catch his breath, took out his laptop and started working on his Intro to Writing studies homework. It was just a basic if you read the assignment and remembered literally anything then you're good type of assignment and he was a bit less tense because of that though that didn't fix the big issue. After he finished the assignment, he closed his laptop and took a deep breath, pausing as he realized he could very well be breathing literal wall dust and then continuing after deciding he didn't care. What really frustrated him was that he...wasn't really one of the guys, and the second after he thought that he realized how dorky he sounded...inside his head...where nobody but him could hear him.
His frat brothers, they had planned things without him which was fine. He wasn't legacy like they were and he was really only here because the former chairman/prez liked him or needed another person to rags to riches for the college board to see. Him, Ivan, and Luis were all the charity cases of the frat, though nobody really talked about it aside from Ivan making jokes about how the other frat brothers were really paying for him to be here. Everybody loved Ivan and Luis, they were both really well-built and funny guys who didn't get intimidated or flustered with basic small talk. They were open about themselves; they loved everything about themselves but not in a narcissistic way but in a way that Tomas hadn't felt in years. Tomas was a short, scrawny guy who's really only good manly feature was that he had a decent face, bad acne however helped turn any compliment he could get into "you know if you tried X product it'd really help with your face which is honestly really really nice once you get past the acne!".
They all had multiple girlfriends, were definitely not virgins, and didn't have a sort of ex that they broke up with, like a pussy, after she hinted about pegging. He still regrets losing touch with Luana but he wasn't gay or at least he wasn't up for the stuff she was.
And finally...his frat brothers had bigger cocks than him.
They had done this ironic-unironic circlejerk thing (everybody got really drunk) where everybody stripped down to their underwear, his was the only pair of white briefs, tighty-whities, and also was the only one with holes in his underwear. After being begged by the current president, Marcus, on his literal knees, Tomas took off his underwear revealing his cock to the room full of nude men. They kept it mostly neutral aside from Luis saying "it's probably bigger after you give it a tug or three" which made Tomas shrivel up in embarrassment as everybody moved on.
Everybody but him went skinny dipping in their neighbor's pool, which was a fence hop away. He made some shit excuse about not wanting to be caught which was repeatedly shot down by his frat brothers telling him that he'd be fine and that they'd protect him, he still said no.
Now he was in the attic, at least now he was a misfit by sort of choice.
So he decided to say fuck it and dig through the boxes up here, maybe he'd find something funny to share with...with himself. He found some relatively boring frat stuff: a rusted beer keg, old paddles, a box of old paperwork and even more boxes inside boxes. There was a part of him that thought he wouldn't find anything interesting up here until he found a paper genie's lamp, it was masterfully crafted even by his standards as a non-art guy. There was just something about how the shading was done and how the colors popped in a way that made you want to believe it was real.
He decided to give it a few rubs just as a joke and then the thing immediately crumbled into dust, and he realized something was off because paper definitely doesn't completely disintegrate after being held then rubbed a few times...right?
"Been a while since I've gotten a chance to stretch my legs, and by someone who isn't a geriatric billionaire, wow!" said the college-aged guy in a suit who was genuinely the most gorgeous man that Tomas had ever met. If Tomas wasn't...well that's not what matters. The man was perfect looking, appeared out of nowhere, and looked like a combination of every single person/ethnicity on Earth. He definitely wasn't normal.
"Are you a...genie?" Tomas asked.
