The Freshmen - 32. Chapter 32

September 17, 2004

Cambridge, MA

Brad

“Jake and I are having breakfast with Will in the morning,” I told Claire, although it was quite possible that the sentence had come out as one long slur. I’d had way too much to drink tonight. I looked over at Jake, who was in no better condition than I was. Suddenly I was desperate to get up to our room so I could fuck his brains out.

“I had planned to fly down to New York tomorrow around 10 or 11am,” she said. “I was wondering what your plans were?”

“We can probably just drop you off,” I said. “We can talk more about it in the morning.”

“After you sober up,” Jack said. In the past, I would have thought that was funny, but now it just seemed condescending.

Jake sensed my mood and grabbed my arm gently. “Good night,” he said, and led me toward the elevator.

“I cannot wait to get upstairs,” I said.

“You mean having that hot French guy stare at you all night really got you fired up?” he teased.

“That’s not why,” I said. “No one is hot enough to lure me away from you.”

“I know,” he said, and gave me a kiss, one we had to end when the elevator doors opened.

We walked into our room and heard a noise in the bathroom. I shook my head, worried that I was drunk and hearing things, then looked at Jake to see him as confused as I was. Suddenly the bathroom door opened, and Fabien walked out completely naked, drying his hair. I stared at his toned young body, almost in awe. He was so tall and lithe, and like a lot of guys these days, he had shaved his pubes off, making him look almost boyish. His half-hard cock dispelled any thoughts about him as a juvenile. He was beautiful in a classic way. “I am so sorry!” he said quickly as soon as he spotted us. He turned away, flashing his ass at us, and I knew I was well on my way to being totally hard at the sight of it.

“What are you doing in our room?” Jake asked, and not all that nicely.

“I wanted to take a shower, and Will said it was alright to use this one,” he said. He was lying and wasn’t trying very hard to hide it.

“You’re full of shit,” I said, calling him on it. “Tell me what’s going on.”

He sighed and walked over to us. “I find both of you really attractive,” he said. “I was hoping you could make my body explode in one amazing orgasm.” I was stunned that his English was that good, but then I thought about what he’d said.

I looked down at Jake and raised an eyebrow. “I could do that,” he said, smiling at me.

“I could too,” I agreed. We stripped off our clothes and took this boy on quite a ride. He was pretty experienced for an 18-year-old dude. After he blew his load, he lay there on his back panting, while Jake sucked the last bit of cum out of his dick.

“That was excellent,” he said, and leaned up to kiss me. “Thank you both.”

“This wasn’t your first time with two men,” I observed.

“It was not,” he said. “Tonight, I had sex because it was fun. In the past, I have had sex to pay bills.”

“You were a hustler?” Jake asked, but in a gentle way.

“Not exactly. It was one of those things that when I was broke and horny, it could be fun and solve both of those problems,” he said. He got up and started putting his clothes on, while I went over, grabbed my wallet, and pulled out a couple of thousand dollars.

“This will make the semester easier,” I said, and handed him the cash.

“I did not sleep with you two for the money,” he insisted, and pushed the wad of bills away.

“I know you didn’t,” I lied. “But it will make us feel better to know we could help you out a bit.” I handed him the cash and this time he took it.

“Thank you,” he said, and gave us both nice kisses. I put on a robe and walked him to the elevators, then came back, hoping Jake wasn’t freaked out by our encounter.

He was in bed and motioned with a smile for me to join him. “That was fun,” he said. “Are you okay with it?”

“It was fun,” I agreed. “I was fine with it since we’d both agreed to do it.”

“That’s how I felt,” he said, then got nervous. “Is that something you’d like to do again?”

I kind of panicked, wondering how I was supposed to answer that, and decided in the end to go for the obvious solution: I was honest with him. “It’s not important to me, but if an opportunity like this came up again, and we both wanted to do it, I would probably be into it.”

“I feel the same way that you do, but I’m less inclined to do it again,” he said. “I don’t like sharing you.”

“You’ll never have to share me,” I said. “He may have taken my dick, but he didn’t come close to taking my heart.”

He snuggled up to my chest and sighed, although it almost felt like a purr, and we drifted off to sleep with smiles on our faces.

September 18, 2004

Harvard University

Cambridge, MA

Will

“So your new suitemate is hot?” Travis asked, trying not to sound jealous.

“Dude, he is totally hot,” I said. I was sitting on a bench in Harvard Yard outside our entryway, talking to him while watching people still meandering about. It was almost 1AM, so I wasn’t surprised that it was pretty empty.

“You going to fuck him?” Travis asked.

“Probably,” I said casually, then laughed with him. “He told us he was bisexual, and I’m hot, so there’s no doubt he wants me.”

“No doubt,” Travis said sarcastically. “Any chance you can come to New York next weekend?”

“You’ll be there?” I asked excitedly.

“I will be there,” he confirmed.

“Why don’t you come up here instead,” I suggested. There was silence on his end. “I don’t expect you to make the trip up here all the time, but I want you to meet my suitemates.”

“Why?” he asked, a bit defensively.

“So when I’m talking about them, you’ll be able to put a face with a name,” I said. There was a pause as he thought about my reasoning.

“I’ll come up on Friday afternoon and leave on Sunday afternoon,” he pronounced.

“Thank you,” I said lovingly. “How are you planning to get here?”

“I haven’t figured that out yet,” he said.

“Alright, well here are two options,” I said. “You can take that Acela train that goes between New York and Boston. It’s the closest thing to high-speed transit we have in the US.”

“How long does it take?” he asked.

“Three hours,” I said. “If you do that, get off at the Back Bay station.”

“Alright, what’s my other option?” he asked.

“Charter a helicopter,” I suggested. “JJ, I mean Jeremy, did that when we went up to Connecticut.” My sarcasm over JJ’s recent name change was glaringly obvious.

“I might check into that,” he said cheerfully. “I’ll let you know as soon as I figure it out.”

“Awesome,” I said.

“I love you,” he said. I could tell by his tone that he really meant it, and this was not just some pabulum statement.

“I love you too,” I said just as earnestly, then ended the call.

“And who do you love?” Fab asked me. He had snuck up behind me while I was on the phone.

“I was talking to my boyfriend,” I said in a sensual way. “I told him all about you.”

“And he was worried that you would fall for my carnal charms?” he asked, cracking me up.

“I told him that I was hot, and you were bisexual, so I’d probably end up fucking you,” I told him flatly, as if I was reciting a statistic. He laughed.

“And he did not get jealous?” he asked. I got up and we started walking into Weld.

“No,” I said. “We have an open relationship. No way I could be fully committed in college.”

“You are full of surprises,” he said, as we got on the elevator.

“I am very full of surprises,” I said, switching to French.

“You speak French?” he asked, and was very excited.

“I do,” I said. “I do not have the accent of a Frenchman, but I am fluent.”

“You could fool some people who were not all that smart,” he joked, making me laugh. “Why did you not tell me that before?”

“Because if we had started speaking French, we would have excluded everyone else who was there,” I said. “With the exception of my father, who is also fluent.”

“I can see that,” he said, as he opened the door to our suite. No one was up, so he took my hand and led me into his bedroom. I made sure to lock the door behind me. “I could use some help before I go to sleep.”

“I am more than happy to indulge you,” I said, with a courtly bow, making both of us laugh.

We stripped off our clothes in a haphazard way, because I was totally focused on his lithe form. We stood there naked and hard, smiling at each other, until he moved forward and kissed me. He totally sucked me in, driving me nuts with how sensual he was. We made out for a while, then he grabbed some lube and slathered it on his ass, clearly indicating he wanted me to top him, so I put on a condom. “Lie down,” he ordered, pointing at the bed.

“Yes, sir,” I said with a smile.

“You are very big,” he said. “Once I manage to take you, you will be fun.”

“I will,” I said, being cocky. He knelt over me, facing my feet, then began to lower himself onto my dick. I felt bad because I hadn’t had a chance to loosen him up, but he seemed to handle my size just fine. As he slowly lowered himself, I ran my hands along his back and ass, savoring the feel of his smooth skin. When he had finally taken me, he lay back so his back was against my chest.

“Fuck me,” he said breathlessly. I began to move in and out of him in a slow, steady rhythm, while he began to move with me. It was fascinating how we both instinctively knew our roles. I was responsible for the ‘in and out’ motion, while he moved his ass around to make sure I hit him in just the right places. I ran my hands up and down his body, then used my right hand to gently stroke his cock while my left hand played with his nipples. He made almost a purring sound, so I nuzzled my mouth into his neck and the sound got louder.

“You are an amazing lover,” I said to him softly in French. He moaned, so I continued to talk to him quietly, much like I used to talk to Tony. He moved his body in such a sinuous way; he was unlike anyone I’d ever fucked. In a flash of clairvoyance, I realized that if I’d ever had an opportunity to fuck Stef, it probably would have been just like this.

“Be careful,” he said. “I am getting close.”

I began to pump in and out of him faster and with more purpose, while at the same time I stroked his dick more slowly. I brought myself close to the edge, then growled into his ear. “I’m gonna cum.” I bit down on his shoulder as I started to shoot my load, and I felt his dick start to spasm as his own orgasm exploded. It seemed to go on and on, a blissful ride that wouldn’t end, until finally we were sated. I wrapped my hand around my cock to hold the condom in place while he hoisted himself off of me, then I pulled the condom off and tossed it into a garbage can that was conveniently next to his bed.

I lay back down on my back and he snuggled up to me. “You are truly an amazing lover,” he said, and gave me a nice kiss.

“You move your body so smoothly it was like you were a dancer,” I said.

“Can I ask you a question?” he said.

“Sure,” I responded, enjoying my post-orgasmic high.

“Why cannot Jake get an erection?” I looked down at him and started to freak out. The only way he could know that was if he’d fucked Jake. Was he some kind of homewrecker, seducing my stepfather? And what the fuck was Jake thinking.

“How do you know that he can’t get hard?” I asked, trying to keep the panic from my voice.

“I had sex with him and your father,” he said in a matter-of-fact way. I felt like I was reliving the Buzz Dalby nightmare all over again. Buzz had come in and fucked around with damn near my whole family before he’d settled on me.

“A ménage à trois?” I asked, stunned.

“Yes,” he said calmly. “It was very good. Your father is as well-endowed as you are.”

“This happened tonight?” I asked. I felt like I was drowning, I was so shocked, and almost found myself gasping for air.

“It did,” he said. The fact that he was treating this as no big deal was weirding me out as much as the fact that he’d fucked them. “I seduced them, although I did not have to try that hard.”

“I’m surprised,” I said. “They are completely committed to each other, and to my knowledge, they haven’t been with anyone else since they got married.”

“I hope this does not bother you,” he said, which was insane. How could this not bother me? “I was so very horny, and they were very sexy. I thought I could get laid and spice up their lives a bit.”

“I mean, you asked them together, and they agreed to it, right?” I was absolutely paranoid that this would fuck up their relationship.

He chuckled. “I wanted to take a shower because I had been traveling all day, so I went up to their room. I was standing there stark naked when they walked in.”

“Dude,” I said, but I couldn’t help but giggle. “That would be hard to resist.”

“I was counting on that,” he said, and smiled at me. “They looked at each other, and it was very attractive that they were largely able to communicate with just their eyes. It was obvious to me, even as we had sex, that they are completely committed to each other.”

I wanted to be mad at him, but I had no grounds. Yeah, he had seduced Dad and Jake, but they’d gone along with it, and it sounded like it didn’t really hurt them as a couple. “But you weren’t satisfied so you had to seduce me too?”

“Let us call it that,” he said. He sensed that I wanted more, so he looked up at me. “If I had known you were such a skilled lover, I would have just waited to fuck you.”

I smiled at him, then gave him a nice kiss for stroking my sexual ego. “Thanks for saying that.”

“It is true,” he asserted, then he yawned.

“I have to go to bed, but I’ll answer your question about Jake,” I said. He looked at me intently. “He served in the army and was wounded. A bullet hit him in the spine. He was lucky he was not paralyzed, but the cost of his injury is that he is impotent.”

“That is too bad,” Fab said. “It is a good thing he is an amazing bottom.”

“Yes it is,” I agreed. I got up, pulled my clothes back on, at least enough to go back to my room, and snuck in. Thor was snoring gently, and fortunately the sex and the drama had sobered me up enough to hang up my clothes without making too much noise. I set my alarm, then collapsed into my bed.

September 18, 2004

Cambridge, MA

Brad

The alarm clock went off and I hit the snooze button, then put my hand on my forehead to try to stop the pain from my headache. “Fuck,” I muttered.

“Are you alright?” Jake asked nervously.

“I’m just hungover,” I said, and smiled at him.

“I was worried that now that you’re sober, you’d be upset about last night,” he said.

“There was nothing to be upset about,” I told him. “We both agreed to fuck around with him, and we had fun. It changes nothing.”

“Good,” he said, and then I got that he wasn’t all that worried about my being upset, it was he that was having an issue with this.

“Are you alright?” I asked him. He smiled at me for not being a self-centered asshole and only thinking about myself. I owed Casey so much for helping me not to be a total douche when communicating with him.

“I’m fine, just a little sad,” he said.

“Why would you be sad?” I asked, and now I really was concerned. “You didn’t have fun?”

“I had a lot of fun,” he said, then sighed. “It’s just that I felt so inadequate because I couldn’t get hard.”

“That didn’t bother me, and it didn’t seem to bother Fabien, but I can see how that would bother you,” I told him. He looked surprised that I would agree with him. “A threesome is where that would be very obvious. You ended up exposing a very private issue to a hookup.”

“I really do need to check up on how to fix my dick,” he said. “Just in case that happens again.” I chuckled with him, then the alarm sounded again. I turned it off then made love to him. We barely had enough time to shower, get ready, and pack up our stuff.

Wade had recommended a restaurant in Harvard Square, and since it was only a couple blocks away, we just walked there. “The only thing I’m worried about is that Will may find out.”

“Yeah, that probably won’t go over very well,” Jake said with dread. “I think that even if he does, he’ll be okay with it.”

“We’ll see about that,” I said skeptically. We got to the restaurant and got a table in front next to the window. Jake got coffee and I got tea, and we’d just kicked back to enjoy our morning beverages when I saw Will zip up on a Segway.

“What is that?” Jake asked.

“It’s a Segway,” I said. “Pretty cool for around here.”

Will came in and gave us both big hugs. “Good morning!”

“You’re awfully chipper today,” I said. “How come you’re not as hungover?”

“I’m less evil than you,” he said, then his smile faded and he zeroed in on me, his green eyes drilling into mine, his eyebrow raised in an accusatory way, all of this designed to tell me he’d figured out we’d fucked Fabien.

“Fuck,” I said, then sighed.

“It was just a drunk and impulsive thing,” Jake said, beginning the excuses. Will glared at him, making him blanche. He just stared at us like an angry judge in a courtroom, while we squirmed in embarrassment under his gaze. I was trying to figure out what to say, how to resolve this, when he started laughing.

“You both shit a brick,” Will said to us. I was annoyed that he was playing games with my hungover ass this early in the morning, but relieved that this was not a big deal.

“Yeah, that was fucking hilarious,” I grumbled, and he just laughed harder. Jake looked at me and he started laughing too, so I gave up and just shook my head.

The waitress came by and took our order, which I thought would put an end to that topic, but Jake short-circuited that plan. “How did you know we were with him?”

“He told me after I fucked him,” Will said calmly. This was like the deal with Buzz Dalby all over again.

“I suppose you’re going to tell Stef about this,” I said with real anxiety.

“Of course,” Will said, then chuckled. “I obviously will never get to have sex with Stef, but I’ll bet fucking Fab was awful damn close to what it would have been like to fuck a young Stefan.”

I pondered that and smiled. “I think you may be right.”

Our food came, and this time we did manage to change the subject. “Thanks for coming out to check up on me,” he said, which was annoying because it probably seemed that way.

“I wasn’t checking up on you,” I said firmly. He rolled his eyes to call that a lie. I looked to Jake to explain.

“Your father told me he was worried about you a couple of nights ago,” Jake said.

“See,” Will said triumphantly.

“Jake told me that he didn’t think I was really worried about you, and he was right. I am confident that you’ll be fine. You're talented enough to succeed at whatever you set out to accomplish, and you're smart enough to get yourself out of any bad situation,” I explained. It was a bit irritating that my statement made him so happy.

“Thank you,” he said, and reached out to grab my hand. “If you weren’t worried, what was it?”

“I told your father that when he acts worried about you, he’s just using that to hide the fact that he misses you,” Jake said. Will looked at me and a tear actually formed in his eye.

“I love you,” he said to me, in a very meaningful way.

“I love you too,” I said, smiling at him. “It kind of bugs me that I pissed you off all these years about that, when the answer was right in front of me.”

“It kind of pisses me off too,” he said, making us all chuckle. “But now that I know, things will be even better between us.”

“I’m glad,” Jake said supportively.

“So you guys have to leave after breakfast?” he asked sadly.

“We need to get back, and so does Jack,” I explained.

“What’s Claire doing?” he asked.

“Jeremy gets discharged from the hospital this afternoon, so she wants to be there to see him,” I said.

“Are you doing that too?” he asked.

“No,” I said. Both he and Jake looked at me, but I focused on eating my breakfast while I collected my thoughts. “What he said to me was really painful. I don’t handle rejection well, and that was a very intense form of rejection.”

“I’m sorry,” Will said.

I nodded. “I think I need to not be around him for a while. When he’s ready to deal with me, he can seek me out. He’s chosen Claire as the family member who is most important to him, so she can watch out for him.” There was no mistaking the bitterness in my tone. Jeremy’s words had been hurtful, but just as painful was his decision to make Claire his contact person instead of me.

“It sounds like we’re in kind of the same place,” Will said. “Only you are way more forgiving than I am.”

“I can see that,” Jake said. I was glad he’d spoken up, because I probably would have said something stupid and completely pissed Will off.

“I was hanging out on my birthday with Matt, Wade, Marie and her friends, and my suitemates, and I thought about how glad I was that Jeremy wasn’t there. He is such a fucking buzzkill, and for once I didn’t have to worry about him,” Will said bitterly. “I felt like a ton of bricks had been lifted off of me.”

“I understand,” I said, and unfortunately, I was telling the truth.