Are all Raves like this? - 1. Chapter 1: Frat House Fliers

“Look, this is my first time being away from that small brainwashed trap of a town I lived in for 18 years. Do you really expect me to stay in this cement block hell hole while this is going on out there?” I held up a flier I found taped to our dorm room door. Ty and I came from the same town on the other side of the state. He was trying everything to keep me from leaving tonight. Talking about parents trust, grades, jobs, Wendy, blablabla. “Shut up, if you don’t want to go, Then Don’t.”

I was already digging through my clothes trying to find anything I wouldn’t be embarrassed to wear. Fuck, I have to find something.... Wait, Oh yeah, these jeans are the shit. I swear everyone follows me when I wear these back home. Seriously, look at Ty’s face when he sees what jeans I put on. Right there it is, I knew as soon as I pulled them up he would stare at my ass. It’s alright cause it’s huge, everybody looks, they just can’t help themselves. I’ll tell you what, the only thing better than my ass, is My Dick, It seriously is huge. On the farm I grew up on we had two Quarter Horses that were jealous. I have always been proud to show it to anyone who asks, even some that didn’t ask, but I just knew they were too afraid to actually ask. Heck, the coach even measured it to find a cup that would fit. I didn’t give a damn, not even when he had to show me how to fold it so I wouldn’t get hurt. Look, every single person thinks I have sex every day of the week. It AIN’T true, hell, I haven’t ever. ‘Right’, a damn sorry virgin at almost 19 years old. I have come close with a few girls, even begged for it. No girl in my town wants to be ripped apart by this beast. I have seen some guys look too long and I tell them, if you can handle it, I’d let you do whatever you want with it. They think I am a comedian, they’re always falling to the ground laughing. No Bitches, I want, NO, I need to F.U.C.K.. I ain’t into guy’s anyway, so I never got upset when none of them took my offer. I probably couldn't get hard even if they did. It’s all good, but damnit, I wanna feel something other than my own hands and mouth.

I have heard all kinds of stories about Fraternities antics, and now I can actually see what goes on at a real Frat Party, up close and personal. I don’t care about any greek rituals, I want to see how serious college students party. Mostly though, I wanna see Tits and Ass.

“Phil, just give me five minutes to find an outfit, asshole.” He knew I was going to win and I never believed he would let me go without him. We have hardly been away from each other in 15 years. He’s my short, stocky, shy protector. But don’t be fooled, Ty is wicked when he’s pissed. It’s like the Hulk comes bursting out and destroys everything in his path. Some people say he’s even ripped a guy in half once.

I walked up behind him and wrapped my big arms around him. I kissed the side of his head as he took a deep annoyed breath. He does that when he knows I am going to get my way. Slowly I turned him around to face me with little resistance from him and I purposely aimed his face into my armpit. “Phil, Damnit, stop. Your pits smell!”

”You always liked it before.” I winked at him as I turn to rummage through my shirts.

”Here, wear this one, it looks great on you.” He handed me a thin blue T-shirt made from some weird light weight material. I shrug and put it on, I know I won’t wear it long.

”Ty, turn around, let me look at you.” He always blushes when I do that. “Dude, why are you always wearing that baggy shit. You need to show off that chest, and since you’ve been doing those squats, your ass is like, BAM. Where are those jeans I bought you?” He reached in a drawer and pulled them out all neatly folded. “Yes, put those on and put that black T-shirt on by your bed.”

After he did as he was told, I walked up and gave that booty a full hands on squeeze. All the guys I know grab each other’s asses. I think it comes from some primal instinct to compare the strength and softness of a girls ass when we finally get the chance. Besides, it cracks me up when he about jumped through the ceiling. “Now that’s what I’m talking about, Ty.”