Hot Wheels - 12. Penis Fly Trap

“The boys of Beta Exinta Ennea frat house invite you to the biggest party of the year,” Everett read from his laptop.

“Oh my… I can’t believe they invited you… they do know you’re gay right?”

“Uhm… I might have thrown that out there…” he joked.

”Besides, how does the frat house know about you? I didn’t know you hang out with them Ev…kind of selfish of you to not introduce me to those hot…”

Before I could get to the end of my sentence, Dan burst into his brother’s dorm room.

“Did you guys get the invite to the party? It’s going to be smoking! And you two can thank me later…”

And he was gone with a blink of an eye.

“He hasn’t even been here for a week and he has already been invited into the in circle of the frat boys? “ I said in utter disbelief.

“Well I for one am glad that little Dan is coming out of his shell and making friends, it’s much better than him moping around all day fantasizing about what the bottom of his next skateboard should look like…”

Everett was sitting on his bed with his reading glasses on, highlighting notes in one of his textbooks and I was on the floor using tape to get one of mine back together again.

“So… are you going?” I asked, trying to sound cool with the idea.

“We don’t have to go if you aren’t feeling up to it…”

Everett’s answer couldn’t have been worse. Firstly, he didn’t really answer me, secondly, he made me sound like I was some boring nut who likes to stay at home and watch black and white movies all day.

“Then it’s settled. We are going to a frat party!” I tried to sound excited about the whole thing but I wasn’t. Everett got invited and it would be good for the both of us to loosen up a little.

After helping me put my broken book together, my boy wonder felt like having a nap, and his handy Andy had to return to his own dorm room where he had to use that same book to finish some homework.

“Hi,” Marco greeted me as he stood in mostly just underwear in his closet, picking out clothes I presumed.

“So, did you hear about tonight’s party?” he asked with his back facing me.

“Yeah… I want to get some homework done so I can get ready...”

Marco stopped and turned around… “You’re going to the party? “He asked in disbelief. “You’re actually going to the party? “ He asked once more.

By that time I had grown tired of Marco’s merciless shots at me.

“Just shut up Marco,” I said as I sat down at my desk.

“No, you misunderstood. I’m actually glad you’re going to be there, maybe we could hang out, you know?’

Was Marco being for real? First he treats me like garbage and now he actually wants to be seen with me at a social event?

"And Everett will be there and his brother…you know, that kid is…he’s so weird,” Marco said with an uncomfortable look on his face.

What was I looking at? Has a young warrior entered the great unknown and slayed the beast?

A less dramatic way of seeing it was that Dan could actually be bringing out the nice side of Marco.

This whole party thing just wouldn’t let go. I didn’t even get any work done, but maybe it’s OK…it is Friday after all...

A few hours later I heard knocking on my door and Everett let himself in, he was dressed like he usually dressed - unlike Marco who was dressed to impress.

“I was having second thoughts about going… I’m hoping that you have too? We could go to a movie or something?”

More confusion. Now Everret doesn’t want to go? How much of this can a guy take?

"Nope. We’re going to this thing. We’re going to meet people, and if they ask, we will tell them that we are a couple, and if we are really lucky, we could hook up in one of the bedrooms,” I said finishing it with a wink. I had convinced myself and I had to convince Everett.

The night was pretty could when we stepped out. The street was filled with people and they were all going to the Beta Exinta Ennea Boys frat house a few streets away; Everett didn’t want to be pushed and I was walking next to him. Alcohol, that’s all I was smelling. People go drunk to these kinds of events Everett told me.

As we got closer to the house, I could hear the music thumping through the air and see lights flashing. Trashcans were laying tossed over, people were already passed out on the lawn, and other people were walking right over them.

A short, buff looking guy was standing on a stage of some sort and addressing the crowd.

“ARE YOU ENJOING THE EVENING? ARE YOU READY TO TURN THIS HOUSE UPSIDE DOWN?”

Yep. This was a full–on ragger.

Everett and I made our way through the crowds unnoticed and I started to feel a little comfortable until he started to tug on my shirt.

“You’re awfully quiet, something the matter?’

I couldn’t hear what he was saying. He seemed to be able to figure that out quickly because he pulled me down.

“Oh… Yeah, it’s pretty noisy, maybe we should find someplace quiet and have a drink?"

"Ok, but I’ve got to go find Daniel first. You get our drinks and meet me here in ten,” he said and rolled to the other side of the room. I tried moving through the crowd once again but this time it was too difficult without Everett by my side.

“You look like a fish out of water,” Marco said coming up from behind me with two red cups, one pointed out towards me… “Have a drink…”

“Actually, Everett and I – “

Marco shrugged in annoyance as he shoved the cup into my hand. “You’re way too dependent on that guy! You can’t do shit without him!”

Marco’s outbreak didn’t catch the attention of anyone, thankfully, but it definitely concerned me, and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to contain him.

“Marco, you’re making a scene; I just came to get Everett a drink while he went to look for his brother…”

Marco seemed to realize something. “You’re looking for skater dude? I know where he is, follow me…”

I have to say, I wasn’t comfortable trailing behind Marco. We were moving away from the main group and I peeked over my shoulder just to make sure we weren’t too far from the crowd.

“ He's in here…”Marco said and slowly turned the doorknob. The room was dark and smelled like chlorine, and I noticed that the pool was just outside. I saw Daniel asleep on the bed. Marco closed the blinds.

“Where are his clothes?” I demanded.

“Geez… chill, you’re brother-in-law got drunk way too early and went skinny dipping in the pool; I saw him coming in here…”

I wanted to believe him, but Marco has given me a lot of reasons to think otherwise.

“Did you hurt him?” I asked feeling my cheeks redden with anger. “Did you?”

“What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything, in fact I wanted you to come so we could be together, you know?”

“You’re a freak!” I yelled out at Marco. "I have got to go find Everett….”

Marco grabbed my arm and pulled me into him.

“You make me want to be a freak, and I’ll show you…”

Marco grabbed the back of my head and forced my lips onto his. He was so strong and I couldn’t get him off of me. I felt his tongue trying to slither into my mouth and my instinct told me to bite.

DANIEL

OK, so here’s the deal, my brother is gay, his boyfriend is gay; I like cock and I’m pretty sure Marco likes it too.

When I first saw his picture I felt lust entering my body. I knew I had to find him and seduce the hell out of him. I spin this story to my parents and bro that I want to get out and experience new things, but all I wanted was that college jock. I wanted to smell his armpits, I wanted to parade in his jockstraps, I wanted to fit in his gym bag so he could take me out and use me just like he wanted to. My mind is filled with dirty images and I can’t help it. My brother has no idea about my sexual cravings but I almost gave myself away the other night when I saw him get laid with that skinny queer .

I was just getting settled in my little motel room a few days ago and decided to get something to eat. I met a guy named Kyle who was also in line waiting for his order. But somehow we lost our appetites and handjobs seemed much more fun in his car parked in the parking lot. That’s when he suggested a round two at a frat party the next Friday, and I made sure he sent out some invitations to the college kids in the dorms. I knew Marco would show up, and that’s how I would get him: Horney and drunk.

My plan however did have some flaws. I didn’t want to waste a hook up with Kyle, so I had to stall.

He noticed me just when I wanted to approach Marco, but I couldn’t blow him off. Pun intended.

“Hey hot stuff… you came… but you haven’t cummed yet,” he joked. It was a bad joke to be honest. Now that Kyle was half wasted he seemed rather annoying. “You owe me,” he said lustfully, playing with my hair.

“There are people here,” I said trying to tone him down.

“Oops...” he said as he started to laugh.

“Have a drink and I will catch you later when you’re ready, OK?’’ he said as he walked off. I took a huge swallow from the red cup and it burned as it went down my throat. The events after that suddenly became confusing. I remember my head spinning and I had difficulty moving. I swear I could see Kyle standing at the back of the room watching me. I turned away and saw a door at the other far end. I felt hot, I felt I was going to faint. As I got closer to the door I smelled water, a pool. That’s when I bumped into a rather big guy, it was Marco.

“Hey watch your step, where you going?’

I couldn’t speak.

“You going swimming? Be careful, he said as he stepped out of the way

I don’t know what happened next, but I found myself drifting in the pool, my clothes still on me. I must have fallen in. “What the fuck was in that drink,” I asked as I started to laugh uncontrollably. I felt a rough hand pulling me out of the water and the voice told me to go to the first room and rest. My vision was blurry, I couldn’t make out who it was but I did know I’ve seen the face before. I treaded slowly and felt the doorknob and I raced to the bed and jumped on it.

Then I started to have this weird dream. Someone was undressing me; I liked it. I got hard. Someone was jerking me here at the party; I was not complaining. Then this person turned me over onto my stomach.

“Wait, what are you doing?" I asked but my voice was muffled as my head was pushed deep into a pillow.

And then I felt it. A sharp pain. I knew what it was even if I had never experienced it before. It woke me right up. “Get off of me! Stop!” I heard myself yell in agony. My attacker gave me one quick blow to the head and I was out.

Everett

When you’re a guy like me, and you are in love with a guy like Andrew, a lot of people will tell you things like “You’re settling for a lot less” or “You could do better than that…”

I’ve received a lot of these remarks over the past few weeks now that we have become less discrete but I didn’t tell Andrew, that would be bad. But I’m the kind of guy where I create a force field around me and Andy and anything that tries to penetrate that wall turns to nothing…

So here we are, at a party and things are going surprisingly good. I had to separate from Andrew though, he was clinging to me like a little calf. Funny to say this, but he needed to stand on his own two legs and let himself go. My biggest concern however was my brother. He was nowhere to be found. I asked people and I even asked someone to check the top floor, but nothing. I decided to go back to where I left Andrew and I was actually happy to see he wasn’t there - but that feeling disappeared really quickly…

I hadn’t seen Marco or Daniel. Something was up and I knew it had to involve Andrew.

I only saw one room at the end of a hallway, right next to an exit. As I reached the room the most awful smell of chlorine filled my nostrils. I decided to check if they’re at the pool, but it was abandoned. The only evidence of life was a few almost dried-up shoe prints that led back inside.

I figured I would have to open the door just to make sure, but commonsense told me to lean forward just to make sure people weren’t “Busy” inside the room.

“Ouch!”

“Feisty!”

I heard someone yell from the other end of the door. Just as I was about to back up, I heard something more alarming…

A loud crash and the person yelled out, “Get away from me!”

To me delight, and to much more dismay, I knew that voice. It was Andrew.

I flung the door open. I saw Andrew leaning against a wall with his hands in a protective manner, covering his face. Marco was a few inches away from him.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I yelled.

“Chill out Wheels,” Marco said as if he were doing nothing wrong.

“Call me Wheels one more time,” I warned him. But, he didn’t, he did something much worse, he laughed at me.

All of a sudden I rose to my feet, launched towards Marco, and within the blink of an eye, I was down again, my head hitting his feet. I was too embarrassed to look up. This is me now. I couldn't protect Andrew when it really counted.

Marco stepped over me and left the room. Andrew lifted me up and we sat on the floor.

“I’m sorry,” he said almost crying.

“What for?” I asked, looking at my hands, too ashamed to look Andy in the eye.

“I should have never agreed to this Everett, this is such a big mess…”

Before I could comfort Andrew, another voice murmured,

“Hello? Who’s there? Are you the one who drugged me?’

I knew this voice too. It was Daniel. He was naked and confused on the bed. He was obviously drunk.

“Daniel it’s me, Everett… What are you talking about?”

Andrew lifted me back into the chair

“I found him here like this,’’ Andrew said.

“Just leave! Both of you, get the fuck out!”

“You don’t live here, you’re coming with us Daniel,” I pleaded.

He seemed to understand. I know he didn’t like doing it but Andrew had to help my naked brother get dressed.

“You can sleep in one of our dorms, just be quiet, Ok?” I said pleading with Daniel and he agreed.

Andrew

Andrew helped Daniel walk, and we made our way out of the party that seemed like it was never going to stop. We walked back to campus and the streets were empty because that’s the kind of guys we were, we leave early and we didn’t drink before we went to a party.

We made it to Everett’s room and laid down his brother. The room was dark and only the moon illuminated part of the floor.

“Night then,” I said as I backed up to the door.

“Where are you going? You’re not going back there, with that creep! Stay, we can get some blankets and sleep on the floor, OK?”

Earlier that night Everett tried to stand up for me, and he did miraculously, but in his mind he might feel like he failed. That night, as we laid cuddled together on the floor, and I felt Everett’s grip loosening from my waist as he started to fall asleep, I started to think that of all the things I could want in the world only a moment as tender as this seemed to be the thing I would want for the rest of my life.