Trapped in a Closet With a Hung Jock Pledgemate 03

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Chapter 3: Text Jerking

A couple weeks passed where everything between us was normal. If someone had watched us from the outside, they would’ve thought we were just two typical freshman pledges. We joked during pledge drills, carried kegs together, ate awful late-night food runs with the group. We didn’t make weird eye contact across the room or avoid sitting near each other. We just blended right back into the pledge class like nothing unusual had happened.

But underneath all that, something was different. Not dramatic, not something you’d notice unless you Brody or me. It was sort of a quiet awareness I had whenever he was close to me, like my body remembered what had happened before I even thought about it. I definitely noticed his bulge whenever we were hanging out. I had never looked at my friends’ dicks like that before, but after what we had done, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. I clocked every time he got a “random” erection, and I think he knew that I noticed. And the fact that Brody didn’t act weird at all around me was a statement in itself.

The first late-night text from Brody came on a Wednesday.

I was lying in bed, my roommate asleep, trying to pass time on my phone, and I got a banner message on the top of my screen with a text from Brody. It was a meme referencing, our pledge master, Charlie’s haircut. I chuckled through my nose. It was kind of funny, nothing unusual. But then the next night, around the exact same time, he texted again, asking what I thought of the frat events that day. Another night, same thing, a random text after midnight, this time about classes that we didn’t even take together. And each night the topic drifted a little further.

It turned into texting me jokes, and funny things that had happened to him that day. Then it became jokes about girls. Then jokes about porn. Then actual discussions about porn, until eventually we were sending each other links back and forth of what we had gotten off to most recently.

He always messaged in the window when he was obviously jerking it. Every time there were longer pauses between his replies, then sudden bursts of horniness.

Brody: Dude this vid I found is wild holy shit

Or:

Brody: This girl’s insane bro wtf

My replies always went for the same nerve:

Me: Just don’t explode on someone again. My butt isn’t ready for round 2.

He reacted the exact way every time, fake embarrassment mixed with something that definitely wasn’t embarrassment.

Brody: BRO shut up omg

Brody: That wasn’t even my fault

Brody: U moved on me lol that’s literally on you. Basically gave me a lap dance with that dump truck of yours

I jabbed back:

Me: Nah bro u blasted on me directly. I had the evidence on my ass the rest of the night.

He never really denied it. Not convincingly.

And for someone who pretended to hate when I brought it up, he sure kept returning to the conversation every single night.

A couple of nights, we ended up trading links to more crazy amateur shit. Girls getting gangbanged by multiple guys. Two dicks in the ass type of stuff. Some of it was on telegram, discords we invited each other to. It was kind of fun to have someone else know our craziest porn habits. I felt like we were one step away from sending each other pics of ourselves jerking it. It was stupid and borderline gay, but it was fun in a way I couldn’t explain. My roommate was always asleep or pretending to be. I’d lie on my side, shifting quietly under my blanket, trying to hide that I was jerking it. And the whole time, Brody’s messages got sloppier, shorter, and more honest.

One night, his text was different.

Brody: Wyd rn

It made me narrow my eyes at my phone. It wasn’t subtle or innocent. He was beckoning me to say I was jerking it.

Me: Trying not to get sprayed again thx

Brody: DUDE please stfu LMFAO

But again, he never actually wanted me to stop.

The heat in my body built fast during those conversations, and I’d edge myself for a bit until I had to drop my load. If Brody was still at it for a while, sending me links and egging me on, I might even go again, and clean up with the same sock.

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During the day, everything stayed normal… mostly. We shoved each other during pledge drills, messed with each other during warmups, he grabbed my hoodie once and pulled me backward when I made a smug comment, making everyone laugh. Just typical fellow pledge harassment. The only difference was that now, every time he touched me, even in a stupid physical way, a little tingle sparked under my skin.

We still got those dumb pledge assignments too, like naked pushups. One of the older brothers would read trivia questions, and every wrong answer meant ten pushups with everything hanging out.

One time, Brody was getting every question wrong, so he was naked and doing pushups in front of us, his big dick pressing on the floor with every rep.

Then I got one wrong, and I took off my clothes. Brody and I were side by side, fully naked as we did our pushups.

I kept my eyes forward. But he didn’t.

By the time I hit my tenth pushup, I heard a sharp breath from him. I looked over. He was fully hard, still doing more pushups as he kept getting answers wrong. He had no shame and he made no attempt to hide it. His hard dick was just standing there, pointed sort of upward toward his face.

I knew he wasn’t hard before I got naked next to him, and seeing his reaction did something to me. My stomach twisted and my own body responded. I told myself it happened because we were working out. Normal guy stuff. Hormones and adrenaline cause a random boner sometimes. But this had never happened at the gym.

Charlie squinted at us.

“Why do you guys have boners??” he asked.

Before I could answer, one of the seniors cut in.

“It’s a workout thing, I guess,” he said. “It happens to some guys.”

Seeing his boner in person pulled every memory forward at once, the closet, my dorm room, the way his body had been right up against mine. I tried to keep my eyes on the floor but kept slipping, staring for half a second too long. His size, the shape, the weight of it hanging there, all of it hit me harder than I expected. My chest tightened. I felt stupid for reacting, but something about seeing his size, and the look of it, so masculine and veiny and out in the open, made me feel small compared to him. Not just a cock comparison, but like I was his little brother or something. Younger, softer, like he had something I didn’t. Even though I knew I was fine myself, I still felt that little sting of comparison that guys never admit to. And the worst part was that I couldn’t look away.

When he finished his set and we sat together on the floor, our thighs touched, both of us fully hard and trying to pretend like nothing was wrong.

Brody and I sat frozen, staring straight ahead, our erections throbbing so obviously that it felt impossible no one made fun of us more than they did.

We got up a minute later and got dressed, and the next set of guys got their punishments. We got to sit back and laugh along while the next set of naked pledges did their pushups. 

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The next night, everything in the frat house felt weirdly calmer than normal. The upstairs was loud with guys drinking, music thumping through the ceiling, but the basement was quiet compared to usual. Brody and I ended up down there after pledge cleanup, exhausted and ready to chill and watch TV. None of the other pledges showed up, and we were alone together, for the first time since that night in my dorm.

I dropped onto the old couch. He fell beside me, really close. He shifted and our legs touched. Neither of us moved away.

“Dude, I’m dead,” I said.

“So am I,” he replied, letting his head fall back. His thigh pressed heavier into mine, like he forgot to control himself.

For a while we just sat like that, trading stupid comments about the pledge masters, the guys upstairs, everything except the thing we were both thinking about. The TV started playing something with a deep bass, techno music. 

He looked at me and said softly, “You kept looking at me last night.”

I swallowed. “You kept looking at me first though.”

He smirked, but his breathing changed. “Wanna lie down? I’m tired as hell.”

I didn’t know why I agreed, but I slid down the couch so I was stretched out. He shifted, swinging a leg over without hesitation, lowering himself until he was basically straddling my hips.

No joke, no prank, no excuse this time.

He looked down at me, waiting for me to push him off. But I never did.

The pressure of his weight settled on me, warm and impossible to ignore. My body reacted instantly under him, and he felt it. His breath hitched just once and I felt his own dick respond to mine.

He leaned forward on his hands, arms braced by my shoulders, our faces close enough that I could feel each short exhale.

He whispered, “You’re… really hard right now.”

“Yeah,” I said.

He laughed under his breath, nervous and excited at the same time. Then his fingers slid along my waistband, tugging lightly.

When I didn’t stop him, he pulled my pants and underwear lower, just enough that my dick and balls snapped free, and I was exposed to the cool basement air. The way his eyes dropped for a second made my stomach do a flip.

Before I could think, my hand lifted to his waist. I hesitated. His skin was warm, his breath shaky.

He nodded once, almost invisible.

I tugged his waistband too, running my thumbs over his ass as I brought his pants and underwear down to his knees.

We were pressed against each other, both of us breathing hard, our hips shifting against each other. Not exactly humping, just sort of grinding, sideways and physically confused. There was movement as our dicks pressed together, our eyes shifting around, looking anywhere but at each other.

My heart was racing as I waited for a better queue from him about what the fuck was happening. Subconsciously, I was waiting for him to confirm to me that he was straight.

Then, he did the opposite. 

He flipped around, and put his dick in my face. I flinched, honestly scared of seeing a guy’s cock that close to me. It was so hard and big and intimidating. I waited for a second, in denial that he wanted me to suck it. That was too crazy.

But then I felt his warm, velvet tongue on my dick, slurping me up and down. It felt like heaven instantly, and his hips were pushing his dick into my face. I almost put his dick in my mouth out of pure courtesy, but my instincts held tight. I put my hands on his hips, maintaining a distance so I didn’t literally suck it on accident.

“Dude,” I said, “Are you gay??”

“A little,” he said quickly as he popped his head off my dick, before diving back down onto it.

“Fuck,” I muttered, in both sexual pleasure and in response to him confirming my fear that this was indeed gay. 

I grabbed the base of his dick in my hand, chalked it up to college experimentation, closed my eyes and put him in my mouth. 

Besides the sensation of drowning, it wasn’t too bad. I just licked and slurped and sucked. My jaw got a bit tired, but luckily he wasn’t afraid to hump into my mouth when I stopped moving. I basically let him suck me off while he used my mouth as a fleshlight.

A couple times, he even pressed all the way into my throat. That was intense, but weirdly manageable. I found myself getting turned on with the taboo aspect of it. I let myself go and enjoyed this weird new type of sex I was having. 

Doesn’t matter, had sex.

I didn’t have to warn him when I was about to cum. I could tell he knew, since he started roughly jerking me off while keeping the tip of my cock in his mouth. I could also feel his energy growing with my impending orgasm, and he fucked my face rapidly. 

When I finally released into his mouth, he froze inside me and pumped a load onto my tongue. He let out a low noise right into my balls, and everything built fast between us, our bodies pushing closer, tighter, until the moment hit. The taste was a shock, but it didn’t bother me in the moment. 

We froze there, panting, still half tangled together, the couch creaking under us. He didn’t climb off right away, but neither of us said a word.

Eventually he sat back, still straddling me, brushing a hand across his forehead.

“…Well,” he said, voice unsteady.

“Yeah,” I said.

He climbed off slowly, finding his underwear and pulling them on, before throwing me mine. I did the same, wiping myself off with the edge of my shirt, not sure whether we were going to laugh about this or freak out.

He didn’t look embarrassed. Not even close. He looked more relieved.

We didn’t talk about it. Had he done this before? Was he bi or what? Were we going to do it again?

He grabbed his phone from the floor. “You headed upstairs?”

“In a minute.”

He nodded and went up the stairwell, leaving me on the couch, still catching my breath.

The next day, I didn’t see him much. We just barely missed each other at a frat event, and I was leaving just as he was arriving at the dining hall for lunch.

I never learned the answers to those questions, but that next night, around midnight, the banner popped up on my phone.

Brody: You up?

And my dick reacted first.