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The List - 9. Chapter 8: Michael Pt. 2

**This chapter contains strong language, adult themes, and graphic depiction of adult themes. If you are too young or offended by graphic language and sexuality, please don't continue.

The next morning was a master class in reality avoidance. I woke up at nine with Kyle still asleep next to me. I yawned and said, “Get up, babe.”

“What time is it?” he asked groggily, turning around to face me.

“It’s nine,” I said.

“Shit,” he replied, suddenly very awake. “I have a study group in half an hour.”

“How did you manage a study group on Saturday morning?” I asked.

“How did you manage to get your breath to smell like that?” he asked with a look of sheer horror on his face. This was the first time we’d ever technically woken up together. Usually Kyle was long gone before I got up.

“Can I shower and get ready here?” he asked, sitting up, still butt-naked and looking amazing to me. I was amazed that this guy liked me.

“Yeah, if you want to. I can meet you for breakfast after your meeting ‘cause I have nothing to do this morning,” I said. “Like God intended.”

“Yeah well, let me tell you what God didn’t intend,” he said, flipping me the bird and walking into our bathroom. “That breath.”

I lied back down, ready to doze off for another hour or two. A couple of minutes later, I heard Kyle say, “Babe, can I use your toothbrush?”

For a second, I thought it was incredibly weird that he wanted to. A toothbrush is extremely intimate and I wouldn’t be able to use someone else’s, even Kyle’s. But then again, I’d eaten out of his asshole, so I guess a toothbrush wasn’t a big deal anymore. “Go ahead, it’s the green one,” I replied.

After his shower, Kyle asked if I had any clean t-shirts that he could wear. I knew they’d all hang loosely on him, but I told him to rummage away. He took a shirt I’d hand since freshman year of high school that was orange and said CHS Tigers on it. Wearing it, he looked like he could have still been in high school. I was a little apprehensive, having him use all of my stuff: toothbrush, deodorant, gel and comb.

As if he read my mind, while he was putting on my shirt, he said, “Maybe, I mean, since this is gonna be a regular thing or whatever, I could bring some stuff over here and you can take some to my place. That way it won’t be weird,” he finished. We agreed to go to CVS that evening and get travel sizes of everything.

I spent the rest of the day walking through the motions, wondering exactly what a Sigma auction consisted of. Kyle came over at 5 pm, just as I was examining my abs in the mirror. I’d definitely managed to ward off the freshman fifteen so far, and although I was slim, I was nowhere near toned enough to parade around in whatever outfit Rusty had cooked up. I noticed that my shoulders were still broad, and my chest still firm and I still had the traces of the six pack I’d never needed to work for. Maybe I’d start hitting the gym with Kyle when he went, just to get that definition back.

“You look phenom,” Kyle said. As I got dressed, he explained the whole ordeal to me. “So I was in it last year, and like Jason told you, I was bought by a girl for eight hundred dollars.” I was baffled that college kids had that much money to just toss around. “For payment, she wanted me to strip down to these yellow boy shorts to Total Eclipse of the Heart.” So not only would I be nude tonight, but whatever task I had to perform for the winner would require multiple levels of undress as well. “We’ll head over to the house now, and Rusty will help dress you. Since Rusty picked you, he’s responsible for making you look the best you can. It’s a competition between the brothers, too. If you win, he wins, so to speak,” Kyle added, smiling at me. I made a face at him and he continued. “Listen, Coop, whatever happens tonight, just go with it, okay?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, putting my shirt on, genuinely wondering what he meant.

“I know this happened to me last year, so it’ll probably happen to you, too. The guy that dresses you will probably want to fluff you up,” Kyle said, sitting down on my bed.

“Fluff me up?” I asked. I’d heard the term, but I couldn’t remember what it meant.

“Last year, right before the auction, which was more cattle drive-style, Jason sent in a girl to get me excited. Hard. Horny,” he added.

“Okay,” I said. “I get it. So Rusty is going to cop a feel or two, no big deal. Nothing he hasn’t done before,” I said grinning sheepishly.

“I mean, I just want you to have a good time, so if it happens, just go with it.”

“You mean you don’t mind some frat God feeling your boyfriend up for the evening?” I teased him.

“The good thing about my boyfriend is there’s enough of him to go around,” Kyle smiled at me. “Plus, I know where he sleeps. And who he sleeps with.”

I finished getting dressed, thinking I had another free pass if Rusty did indeed want to fluff me up. I know that I’d only been with Kyle for a short time, but I honestly felt like I was dating the coolest guy in the world. When I was dressed and ready to go, Kyle drove us both over to the Sigma house. It felt strange being there while everything was still being set up and quiet. Jason was there drinking red wine and he offered Kyle some. He didn’t offer me any, saying that models shouldn’t drink before a show. He promised to get me sloshed after the auction, though.

“You never know who’ll win you,” Jason said. “You might need some liquid courage.”

I hung out with Jason, Kyle and some of the seniors who were bossing the pledges around. It felt really awkward watching them yell orders to guys my age dressed in absurd colors from head to toe. I recognized blue pledge, but the rest of them just blended together. When Jason asked me if I wanted a water and sent yellow pledge to get me one, with fresh lemon, I felt sort of bad for him.

At eight o’clock, still having not seen Rusty, one of the brothers said I should probably head upstairs and get dressed. He gave me directions to a room on the third floor. I said “See you later,” to Jason and Kyle and proceeded to get made up.

I opened the door, expecting to see Rusty there ready to dress me in whatever, but I was greeted by a different guy altogether.

“Hi,” he said. “I’m Michael.” I introduced myself to Michael, noticing immediately that he was movie-star gorgeous. I took a brief moment to wonder where SMU, and more specifically the Sigmas, found all of these attractive men. He was 6’2, about 200 lbs, not overly muscular but definitely built. He had effortlessly side-swept brown hair that kind of glistened against his light skin and green eyes. And those eyes— it was like they could see right through you. He reminded me of Ian Somerhalder circa Rules of Attraction.

“Where’s Rusty?” I asked, nervously stepping into the room. Michael closed the door behind.

“You can have a seat,” he said. “Rusty is tending to some presidential business, but he sent me up to get you ready. You know there is a lot of pressure on you, Cooper.”

“Oh, there is?” I asked, sitting down on the bed. The room was smaller than the last upstairs bedroom I’d been inside at the Sigma house. It really just had a bed, a small desk and a stand with a stereo.

“Oh, immense pressure,” he said. “The president’s pick always wins the most money at our annual auction. It’s been that way for six years running. But some guys who don’t think Rusty should have been appointed Pres are pulling out all the stops, so… pressure.” Michael had walked to the bed while he was talking. I guess this whole thing was a much bigger deal than I thought. I was nervous— I didn’t think I would go for 800 dollars like Kyle had last year.

“How exactly did I get picked by Rusty,” I asked. “Just out of curiosity.”

“Well you know the models are usually pledges, but some of the officers always take liberties with who they pick. Kyle was Jason’s pick last year, as I’m sure you’ve heard,” he said. I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant by that, but there did seem to be a hint of knowingness in his voice. “And I guess Rusty has taken a liking to you. It’s not uncommon really, especially for Rusty.” I raised an eyebrow as if to ask what he meant, hoping he’d just go ahead and tell me. Seeing my face change, he added “By that I just mean that Rusty likes freshman. It’s common knowledge.”

A lot had been revealed in Michael’s speech that I wasn’t even ready to be aware of. So the Sigma’s knew about Kyle and me, not surprising. And they also knew about Rusty’s crush on me. Evidently Rusty was out to his brothers, at least about his freshman boy fetish. Is that why some of them didn’t want him being president?

“Anyway,” Michael said. “You’re stuck with me tonight,” he said flashing me a million-dollar smile. “So go ahead and take your shirt off and we’ll get started.”

I did what he asked while Michael opened up a jar of body butter. I wondered what the hell I’d be wearing.

The next thing I felt were Michael’s strong hands rubbing cool oil on my back. I could feel immediately that his hands were huge and they pressed down on me firmly, warming up as he worked. “Let me know if I press in too deep,” he said.

“I’m sure I’ll be able to handle it,” I said. He let out a chuckle. As he rubbed glistening cream on my back, I wondered if I was lucky enough to have Michael as my dresser and my fluffer. I felt Michael’s hands go lower and lower and I stifled the urge to let out a grateful moan. Even though this was for charity, I couldn’t help but enjoy it. Michael’s hands felt amazing as they neared the small of my back.

“We’re going to have to lower these pants,” he said to me. “Rusty’s orders.” I wondered why Rusty sent Michael up to do the task he’d clearly dreamed up for himself.

As I was undoing my pants and letting Michael slide them off of me, I wondered just how much Rusty had told this guy. I mean, if he knew that I’d blown his fraternity’s president a couple of weeks ago, would he still be rubbing warm oil over my thighs and legs right now?

When Michael announced it was time for me to turn over, I tensed up and hesitated. I knew I had an embarrassingly hard boner that was about to be seen by this ridiculously hot junior.

“It’s no big deal, we’ve all been there,” Michael said. That was my cue. I rolled over. “I know I have magical hands, so I don’t blame you for the… excitement.” He smiled down at me and began rubbing my chest. “You know, I can see why Rusty picked you. You’re definitely going to get a lot of bids tonight.”

Wow, I thought. This stud actually just complimented me. I guess I was feeling insecure earlier about nothing. His hands worked slowly but efficiently. I guessed he was trying to take his time without feeling like he was giving me a rubdown. To be honest, I could have done my front section myself, but I wasn’t going to protest.

“So what exactly am I wearing?” I asked. He grinned at me just as he was oiling up the small patch of hair I kept neatly trimmed above my dick. He had to manually move my hard cock out of the way to get my entire torso to glisten.

Without answering my question, Michael reached over and pulled out a jar of black body paint.

“No,” I said.

“I have my instructions,” Michael said. “You’re going to get a thin top coat from about here to here,” he said, marking off from my upper thigh to just below my belly button. “Like I said, you have a good shot at winning this thing.”

I wondered what everyone else was going to be wearing. “Well,” I said, gathering every ounce of courage I had lying there under Michael’s hands. “As you can see, I have sort of a hard problem that might be really awkward if its only covered in black paint… so if you wouldn’t mind letting me take care of this before you get to painting, that would be awesome.”

“I have a better idea,” Michael said. A second later, as if every single one of my dreams at that moment had come true, he bent over and took my dick into his mouth. I let out an involuntary gasp followed by a deep moan. I mean, honestly, this gorgeous guy was on my dick and all I had to do was lay there in all my shiny glory, letting him suck away.

And suck away he did. His hands still slick from the body butter, he rubbed them along my chest and torso as I watched his head bob up and down, expertly taking every inch of me in. After a couple of minutes, he swiveled on the bed so that his jean-clad crotch was in my face. He let go of my crotch for a second and said “We don’t have that much time. Do you mind a little teamwork?” I certainly didn’t. Not needing any prodding, I took Kyle’s advice and just went with it. A second later, I had Michael’s pants undone and his eight-inch rock-hard dick thrusting in and out of my mouth.

I could hear him slurping on my dick, obviously made hornier by the fact that I was sucking him back. After about a minute, he sat up and said, “God, Rusty was totally right, your mouth is fucking awesome.” He proceeded to bend back down, suck my entire dick in really hard and squeeze the base of my cock. This move, plus all of the precum that was forming in my mouth, drove me over the edge and I started to come inside Michael’s mouth. Whether it was from tasting my cum or from the moan that was causing a vibration over his dick I do not know, but a second later, I was taking a mouth full of gorgeous junior Sigma cum.

Michael sat up, wiped his mouth and looked at me. “Now you should have no problem.” He smiled down at me, took out the jar of paint and got back to work, me lying there panting with my hands behind my head and concentrating on not getting another hard-on. A few minutes later, my ass and crotch were jet black with a really cool effect. It looked like I was fully covered by oil or something instead of fabric— not nearly as vulgar as I had anticipated. Still, when I looked in the mirror, I felt like I looked pretty damn sexy.

The auction itself was pretty easy. I just stood there on a pedestal and posed how Michael had told me. It was sort of like the statue of David pose with one hand on my hip and the other over my shoulder. I wasn’t supposed to move at all, but I couldn’t help but sneak glances at the other “statues.” One guy was covered from head to toe in silver body glitter. Another was dressed like a sexily clad Statue of Liberty.

I stood there for forty-five minutes while a couple hundred people walked around placing bids, sipping champagne and checking me out. To be completely honest, I’d never felt that sexy before in my life. I was grateful that Michael had drained my cock before the big show because I just could have imagined how awkward it would have been sporting a boner in front of everyone (being semi-hard, my penis just leaned to my left thigh a little bit). It happened to one kid I could see across the room and it almost happened to me when Kyle came over to place his bid.

When the bidding portion was over, I got off my pedestal and immediately walked to the bar and asked for a bottle of champagne. He handed me an entire bottle of Korbel. I found Kyle and told him to come help me get dressed.

“We can’t mess around in there,” he said to me as we walked up to the third floor.

“I know, just,” I stammered as we walked into the room. “Do you know how I did?”

“They’ll announce the winner in a few minutes,” he replied. “But you looked so hot. Clearly the hottest guy up there, I swear to God.”

I wiped off as much of the body paint as I could with some baby wipes. The rest would have to come off in the shower. Kyle and I made it downstairs just as they were announcing who had gotten the smallest bid and what lucky person had won them. They were working their way up.

I hadn’t heard my name when the announcer said, “Okay folks, we only have two names left, and for the first time in three years, the person who got the highest bid and the person who got the most separate bids are different. Both coveted prizes, but only one will be considered the winner tonight.”

Realizing how silly this entire thing was, I still got extremely excited. The champagne I’d chugged so far was starting to float its way to my head, and I clapped in anticipation. Did I get the highest bid or the most separate bids? I didn’t want to disappoint anyone, especially Kyle.

“With the second highest bid, and the most overall bids by a mile, Rusty’s pick Cooper Carpenter was bought for 940 dollars by Dixon Glassman,” the announced crooned.

I smiled as wide as I could. 940 wasn’t bad at all, and Kyle told me so. It was more than he’d gotten. And it wasn’t a wonder I lost out to boner boy— the entire Theta sorority chipped in to pay a thousand dollars for him.

As promised, Jason got me wasted after the results were announced. I had no clue who this Dixon person was, but I planned on being sloshed when he found me.

“You did good buddy,” I heard someone say as I was being lowered from my third keg stand. I put my hands in the air and screamed “Yeah!” before I realized who it was. And when I did, I put my arms around him and hugged him.

“I tried,” I slurred. “I really tried, Rusty. And I wish you had helped me get ready, but Michael was awesome. But I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you.”

Not even realizing how much I was ranting, I kept going until Rusty finally peeled me off and told me it was all right and we’d talk about it later. He said something to Kyle and Jason and then left.

The rest of the night was more than just a blur. I remember doing more keg stands, talking to people I’d never met, yelling at boner-boy— who happened to be green pledge— that I was robbed and should have won. And just before I blacked out completely, I remember walking to the restroom to pee and hearing someone say, “Can’t wait to see if I got my money’s worth.”

I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around to see a guy with long brown hair that sort of swooped behind him like he’d just run his fingers through it. He had an angular but youthful bone structure and deep blue eyes. He was exactly my height and build and reminded me of a Risky Business-esque Tom Cruise.

“Are you…” I started. I put my hands up to the wall to steady myself.

“Dixon,” he said, nodding at me. He was carrying his own bottle of Champaign, only I noticed his wasn’t Korbel. “I can’t wait to schedule our pay date,” he said to me sexily, not even trying to hide his lust for me. I can’t lie, at that point in the night, it felt great to be sought after by anyone.

“Well,” I said, “since you are a paying customer, how about you come inside for a sneak peak.” I nodded towards the bathroom and smiled. Dixon smiled back at me, and followed me into the fraternity bathroom.

The restroom had two urinals and three stalls, each with a different fraternity’s tattoo in the bowl— they were all fraternities that were either on the bottom rung or had been kicked off campus. I thought it was cool that the Sigmas thought it was okay to piss all over everyone that wasn’t in the big four.

I walked to one of the urinals and pulled my dick out. Being semi-hard, my urge to pee had subsided a little, plus I didn’t want to let a stream go in front of this extra cute guy. I could pee later. At this point, he just wanted to see what his nine hundred bucks was getting him.

I pulled out my dick, gave it a short tug and before I knew it, Dixon had his hand wrapped around it too. He smiled at me, gave me a squeeze and then kissed me. I felt almost immediately that Dixon was a great kisser and I was intrigued. We stood like that by the urinal for a minute, making out, so into it that I didn’t even hear the door open.

I heard someone clear their throat, and embarrassed, I stuffed my dick back into my pants and turned around. I expected to see an angry frat guy or someone I didn’t know standing there.

Instead, I saw Kyle. He looked like he’d just seen me strangle his puppy.

“If you’re ready to go, our cab is here,” he said in a deadpan, monotone voice. I swallowed the lump of coal in my throat and followed him out, not saying one word to Dixon as I left.

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Okay! Yes.. I was right!!! U are cruel! :pissed: How could u do this to Kyle? :o (although i have to admit, i was wondering how long it would be till Kyle showed up, after Dixon did, in the bathroom :P )

Hopefully the shopping scene will come after the 'Pay date'?

'Boner boy' :lol:

Can't wait!! :D

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On 04/02/2011 07:43 PM, Frostina said:
Okay! Yes.. I was right!!! U are cruel! :pissed: How could u do this to Kyle? :o (although i have to admit, i was wondering how long it would be till Kyle showed up, after Dixon did, in the bathroom :P )

Hopefully the shopping scene will come after the 'Pay date'?

'Boner boy' :lol:

Can't wait!! :D

I can always count on you for a heartfelt, honest reaction! Don't hold you're breath for the shopping scene... these two have issues, and we all know it!
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Uh oh... two in one chapter. TUT TUT Coop. He's going to have some explaining to do... although I can't help feeling that it was Kyle's fault. He cant say... just go with it and then be pissed when he does.... although he probably will be

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On 04/05/2011 05:31 AM, Nephylim said:
Uh oh... two in one chapter. TUT TUT Coop. He's going to have some explaining to do... although I can't help feeling that it was Kyle's fault. He cant say... just go with it and then be pissed when he does.... although he probably will be
He did say just go with it, but I don't think he had a sloppy bathroom makeout in mind when he did. We'll see though. Thanks again for all of the reviews!
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I probably should have said this last chapter but really, what would make Kyle think this was a good idea - oh wait, I know - he wants to be a Sigma and is willing to pimp his bf out to get there. Hmm maybe these two are good together.

 

So here again, he gives Cooper a free pass to f**k Rusty, but Rusty doesn't show it's Michael, but that's still okay, he's a sigma and Kyle wants to be one just like his brother so of course, he wants Cooper to be helping the 'cause.'

 

Pimped out, and bought by a hunky guy, does Kyle really have any right to be mad? No, and I'm willing to be he's fine with it on some level because making the customer happy makes sigma look better and that in turn makes him look better as well.

 

Hmm what a tangled web you weave.

 

Hehe, - can you tell I am enjoying this ?

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On 04/10/2011 03:31 AM, Andrew_Q_Gordon said:
I probably should have said this last chapter but really, what would make Kyle think this was a good idea - oh wait, I know - he wants to be a Sigma and is willing to pimp his bf out to get there. Hmm maybe these two are good together.

 

So here again, he gives Cooper a free pass to f**k Rusty, but Rusty doesn't show it's Michael, but that's still okay, he's a sigma and Kyle wants to be one just like his brother so of course, he wants Cooper to be helping the 'cause.'

 

Pimped out, and bought by a hunky guy, does Kyle really have any right to be mad? No, and I'm willing to be he's fine with it on some level because making the customer happy makes sigma look better and that in turn makes him look better as well.

 

Hmm what a tangled web you weave.

 

Hehe, - can you tell I am enjoying this ?

I'm so glad that you're enjoying it! Caution, too much list, too soon makes a body stiff. FYI. The Sigma thing gets a little more complicated soon, just a heads up. Again, thanks for all the reviews!
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Holy shit is this story hot, or what?!

 

Okay, so on the one hand--freaking turned on like hell reading this, which I guess is partly the point. On the other hand it's depressing. Sorta reminds me of eating eclairs. I mean, nom nom nom, yummy as help,more please. Then you realize it's going straight to your ass and will be a f***er to burn off.

 

Yeah, sorta sums this up. Moment on the lips, forever on the hips.

 

I'm curious to see how and if and when Coop goes on a diet. ;)

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On 04/20/2011 06:00 AM, AnytaSunday said:
Holy shit is this story hot, or what?!

 

Okay, so on the one hand--freaking turned on like hell reading this, which I guess is partly the point. On the other hand it's depressing. Sorta reminds me of eating eclairs. I mean, nom nom nom, yummy as help,more please. Then you realize it's going straight to your ass and will be a f***er to burn off.

 

Yeah, sorta sums this up. Moment on the lips, forever on the hips.

 

I'm curious to see how and if and when Coop goes on a diet. ;)

Funniest review I've seen yet-- thanks so much. Thanks so much. I happen to love eclairs and after years and years of striving, I've gotten rid of my nom nom guilt... just kidding, I die every time. Big changes are in the work, so have no fear.
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Loving the story but I can't say that I'm loving Coop at the moment. I'm not so sure about Kyle's motives either. If you want to date and be exclusive then you don't, when you know his past weaknesses, put your boyfriend up for sale. Here both can share the blame but at some point Coop needs to draw a line and stop thinking with his appendage. My faith in him still burns but is nearly snuffed out to just a struggling flicker.

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On 09/21/2012 03:29 AM, CW Prince said:
Loving the story but I can't say that I'm loving Coop at the moment. I'm not so sure about Kyle's motives either. If you want to date and be exclusive then you don't, when you know his past weaknesses, put your boyfriend up for sale. Here both can share the blame but at some point Coop needs to draw a line and stop thinking with his appendage. My faith in him still burns but is nearly snuffed out to just a struggling flicker.
Glad you still have a little faith.... Also, if you've read any of the other reviews, i should probably reading multiple chapters of this story at one time can make thngs... Hard on oneself. Keep enjoying.
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