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Author's Note: Welcome to part 2!
Chapter 7: Back For More
The spring semester was a whirlwind from the start. When I got back from Winter break, I realized it had been the longest I'd been away from Seth since we got "close". We FaceTimed constantly for the first few days, both of us in our childhood bedrooms. He showed me his old wrestling trophies, me showing him nothing because my room was boring.
He'd hold the phone under his chin so I got the underside of his jaw and half the ceiling while we talked for long periods of time. Then finals grades came out, then his brother, Rob came home one day while I was facetiming with him. Seth held the phone up and turned it around toward the kitchen doorway.
"Hey, look who I'm on the phone with," he called.
Rob came out with a glass of juice in his hand and paused, turned around, and yanked the back of his shorts down with his free hand, angling his bare ass toward the camera for a solid second before pulling them back up and strolling off, like that was his way of waving hello. I got a full look at it, round and heavy like Seth's, and honestly it was kind of hot.
"Robert!" their mom yelled from somewhere off screen, a pan clattering.
Seth swung the phone back to his own face, grinning.
"He says to show him the other side!" Seth called to Rob.
"No I didn't say that!" I yelled into the phone loudly, like Rob or their mom could hear me twelve hundred miles away.
Seth just looked into the camera at me.
"You're in my airpods," he said. "They didn't hear that."
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Then my cousins showed up, and I was basically busy doing social stuff with my family all day, every day, and the calls with Seth decayed into texts, and the texts decayed into reels he would in the middle of the night that made zero sense and weren't funny to sane people, which I would still watch several times through. Brainrot is real, I would think to myself, before "hearting" the message and putting down my phone.
I don't know how else to say it except that a house full of family is not as fun when I really miss someone. It felt like there was just no good way to be in a new... whatever-we-were and be twelve hundred miles apart. I jerked off thinking about him basically every night, in a house full of family, even some nights when my cousins were sleeping in the same room, hopefully not noticing. And sometimes I did it in the bathroom before a shower, looking at sexy texts from Seth on my phone while my mom was making a roast downstairs, and then I'd come out and eat with everyone. And that was my December.
I got back to campus half a day before Seth, because his flight got moved. I dropped my bag in my dorm, saw Kyle's side of the room untouched, and went straight to the frat house out of habit.
The aroma hit me first. It smelled like a stale version of how it always smelled. There were still some red cups on the carpet, and an empty protein powder container on the entryway table, next to the brand new candle nobody had ever lit. I walked in and found Evan, the frat president in the front room with a clipboard, near to the couch behind him I saw a small pile of underwear, one girl's pair and two males' boxer briefs, the ghost of an encounter from sometime before or during break. It made me smile.
Evan was doing something administrative and important-looking. I made the rounds to people's rooms. I said what's up to the guys who'd trickled back early, took a hit off somebody's vape, and got dragged into a debate about whether a hot dog is a sandwich that got surprisingly heated.
"It's food inside bread, so it's a sandwich," I stated loudly after a few minutes, believing I was putting the argument to bed.
They were quiet for just a moment, then one of them chimed in with, "But you eat it sideways!", and that ignited yet more yelling as I quietly excused myself.
Chris was on the couch in a tank top in January, eating dry cereal out of the box, and when he saw me he stood up and hugged me so hard my feet came off the floor.
"There he is," he said, smirking. "Where's your boyfriend?"
"Flight got moved," I said.
I kind of liked the joke term "boyfriend", since it kind of applied in reality. Chris nodded and sat back down and put his hand back in the cereal box. I stood there for a second afterward with my hands in my jacket pockets thinking about it, and then somebody came down the stairs and asked me if a hot dog was a sandwich and I rolled my eyes.
"Yes," I said quickly, sticking to my previous argument, but then I hated that I was second-guessing myself at this point.
"Actually..." I said, hesitating, but decided to just walk out of the house without providing additional commentary, before I got too absorbed in it again.
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Seth got in around four. I was cutting across the quad, tracking his location on my phone, but it was delayed and I wasn't sure where he would be. Then I heard a familiar shout from a hundred feet away, loud enough that a girl walking her bike turned around.
"BRO!"
I turned and saw his tall, lean, meaty appearance. He was holding his duffel bag and jogging toward me, looking like a marine at bootcamp, and in seconds his hands were on my face as he dropped the bag next to me on the dead grass. It hit the ground like the thud of a hunted elk.
His hands gripped the sides of my head tightly, and I felt the way he had missed me. Even though it was chilly out, his hands were warm, and he pulled my head toward his own and kissed me, right there in the quad, a firm smack from his big lips making contact with mine.
I smiled so big it hurt my cheeks. I couldn't do anything about it.
"I'm cold," I said into his neck.
"I feel warm," he said, and started rubbing his hands down my back.
We could not keep our hands off each other. We walked ten feet toward a bench and sat down to "catch up", and in seconds I had a fist in his sweatshirt and he had a hand down the back of my jeans, all four fingers under the denim, like he was checking if my ass was how he remembered. My hands went where they wanted. I got a hand on his ass and squeezed, right there in public, and he laughed and shoved forward, and I felt his cheeks tense under my fingers.
I grabbed his bulge through the sweats. That thick thing was already getting thicker against my palm as I groped him openly, no attempt to hide it, no shifting away. A couple months ago that would have been unthinkable, but he just made a sound in the back of his throat and gripped me harder.
That was when three guys from the frat, "John, John and Johnny" all came around the corner of the science building, elbow to elbow. The three of them had gotten close, and we had a running joke of referring to them as a trio, which only seemed to embolden their little clique. They were traveling as a unit, snickering at our exhibitionism before they'd even fully seen us.
"Jealous bitches!" Seth shouted over my shoulder, not letting go of me.
"Save some for me, thotty!" one of the Johns yelled back, and they kept walking, and Johnny threw a peace sign without turning around.
Seth looked down at me with his eyebrows up.
"I bet they all suck each other off," I said.
He just raised an eyebrow.
"Let's go," he said, still rubbing my ass.
"Where."
"Anywhere."
The frat house was out. It had a bunch of guys in it, and the thing walls in that place were basically decorative. So I took him to my dorm, since Kyle hadn't returned home yet last time I was there.
But when we got there, I heard noises before I even opened the door. Still, I swiped key card anyway, because I'd already decided, and the door swung open. Our eyes landed straight on my roommate, face down over his desk chair with his legs set apart wide, and a guy behind him going at it hard enough to make the chair walk on the tile. Kyle's headphones were still around his neck. His suitcase was in the middle of the floor, unopened, tag from the airline still looped on the handle.
I recognized the dude, Jeff, big shoulders and a backwards hat, one of the regulars from Kyle's rotation. He looked up at us without breaking his rhythm at all.
Kyle lifted one hand off the chair and gave me a little wave.
"My bad, guys," I said. "We were just looking for a place to hang."
"The more the merrier," Jeff said, turning his head to us with half a smile.
I rolled my eyes hard. Seth was already laughing with a bit of a wheeze. I grabbed his big arm and pulled him back into the hall and shut the door, and through it I heard Kyle say something and Jeff say "what," and then the chair started making even louder, more aggressive noises.
"He hasn't even been back for an hour," I said.
"That's a long time for him," Seth said, as we walked away, without a destination.
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We went outside, briefly discussing places to go and "hang", and landed on nothing realistic. We talked about library study rooms, but those don't lock from the inside and we would be in actual trouble. We even talked about the chapel that was empty most of the time.
"The turtle pond," he said finally.
I was honestly fine with anything at that point. If Seth had pointed at the roof of the gym I'd have started climbing.
The turtle pond was sort of a place were freshmen would go and smoke weed for the first time, not far from the main buildings, but still out of the way. It was technically still on-campus, with a few benches circling it. But it was quiet, with no one within two hundred yards in any direction.
We sat down and he pulled me into him by the jacket and we made out on that bench like it was the last thing either of us was going to get. We went slow at first, then quickly built up to rubbing each other's hard bulges. His strong hands felt every inch of my body as I felt the sensual presence of him sink into my body like I was relapsing on some drug I had been forced to withdraw from.
After a while I got up and sat on his lap, facing him, letting my butt press onto the firmness in his sweatpants while I wrapped my arms around him and let his tongue wrestle mine in my mouth.
He put his arms around my waist and pulled me into his body, and started making groaning sounds into my mouth, until he kissed down the side of my face and neck, until his chin pressed onto my shoulder.
"This is familiar," I said.
"Shut up," he said.
"Like the first time, but backwards."
"This feels like the right way," he said, "The first time was backwards."
"You literally jizzed in your shorts, in a car full of people."
Then his hands moved.
They went to the front of my sweats, then away, then to my hips, and then, without any announcement, both of them slid around and down the back of my waistband, his palms flat on my ass, spreading me a little where I sat, and I was sitting on him and I felt what that did to him, a rock hard throbbing meeting my crotch. He shifted his hips up and I rocked with him.
"Bet I can make you cum right here," he said, his mouth right at my ear, his breath not even hurried. "In your pants. Without taking anything off."
"I'm already, like, a gentle breeze away from cumming. I missed you," I said.
"I missed you too. And this ass."
I looked at the path. Empty in both directions, the light going blue, nothing but a trash can and a lamp that hadn't come on yet.
"Do it," I said.
He took his time, because he's an ass guy, as he kneaded my cheeks. He got a thumb dragging slowly down the middle of my ass while I sat there on his lap grinding onto the hard length of him through his sweats. He kept talking into my ear as we grinded on each other, his hands playing with my ass.
"You're so fucking hot," he said as he brought a hand up to my face.
He shoved a finger in my mouth and I sucked on it, and he took the wetness and brought it back down into my sweatpants.
He pushed the wet finger inside me easier than I expected, and I felt a jolt run through me. I moaned as we started making out again. With one finger rapidly pushing my buttons inside me, he groped and rubbed my butt cheek with the other hand, our hard dicks grinding harder and harder against each other. It was weird and it was hot and it was everything I wanted in the moment.
I could feel him getting closer to the edge, mirroring my own body.
Suddenly a random group of random people, slightly older, like TAs or professors appeared at the edge of the pond, talking loudly, not noticing us yet. We straightened ourselves up quickly as I slid off of him, pretending to point out a turtle.
The group made their way around the walking path in agonizing slowness, passing right in front of us, one of them giving me a slight nod. I recognized the guy. He was a TA from my bio-ethics class. I nodded back, and his group kept walking, finally leaving the pond.
As soon as we were alone again, I shifted over, back onto Seth's lap, facing away this time, to keep watch over the pond. But he didn't waste any time before his hands were all over me again. He moved me by my hips until his boner was digging firmly into my ass, then got a hand into the front of my sweats this time. My jaw dropped at how good it felt as he rubbed the sticky pre-cum I was been leaking into the head of my dick.
"Fuck, dude," I breathed out.
I was riding right at the edge of it immediately, hanging there as he agonizingly teased me. He had already won, and I was about to cum, and he could feel that, and he just wanted to tease me. He huffed a gentle laugh against the side of my neck and pulled one hand out of my pants.
I heard him spit on his fingers.
Then it was back under, going lower, and he found me and pressed in with two or three fingers, and I opened for him, and he pushed the fingers into my hole slowly, all the way to the knuckles, and my whole spine went to liquid. I made a noise facing the pond. I think a turtle even turned its head toward me from the rock he was perched on, but I wasn't sure if he had already been looking at me.
Look away, I thought to myself as I looked at the little reptile. You don't wanna see this.
Seth held me down onto his skillfully wiggling finger-banging digits, his other arm coming up around my chest, and worked in and out of my ass and rocked his hips up against me at the same time, and I sat there on my buddy's lap in the middle of campus with my hands gripping his forearm, and I went off without being touched.
"I'm cumming," I said quietly, my body flinching as I felt the warm juices soak my crotch.
"I know," he said into my ear.
It kept going. It went on stupidly long, hot in the moistening fabric, soaking, my thighs shaking on top of his while he held me steady and kept the fingers in me, murmuring sexy nothings into my ear. I put my head back on his shoulder and let it happen, riding out more waves of orgasm than I knew were possible.
When I could talk again, I said, "Good job."
He took his hand back out of my pants and wiped his fingers on his own sweats and said, "Thank you."
Then the cold air hit the wet spot. I got off him and stood there in the wind with the front of my pants looking like I had pissed myself, and Seth stayed sitting with his legs open, tenting his sweats like a circus, entirely at peace about it, already hitting a vape I didn't even see him pull out.
"You want me to…" I started.
"Nah."
"Dude, you're…"
"I'm saving it," he said, and stood up, and the front of him swung left and right. I reached into his pants for him and pulled his big dong up into his waistband for him. He seemed to like that. He was riding a high from getting me off, and I was sitting there soaked, and purely enamored.
I looked down at the stain, wondering how I was going to cover it as we walked back.
"Is this like... payback?"
He smiled at me. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
We stared at each other for a second.
"You bastard," I said.
And he just put an arm around me, tucking his other hand into the pocket of his hoodie, and looked at the pond like he was enjoying a view.
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I took off my sweatshirt and tied it around my waist instead, which was the best I could do, and we started back with his arm slung heavily over my shoulders, while I walked stiff-legged and cold and strangely at peace. He kept squeezing me into his side. Every step reminded me he was there. The lamps came on along the path in a row, one after another, all the way up the hill, and by the time we got to the top the sky was purple over the roofs and it was fully dark down between the campus buildings.
We passed by the frat house before we even went back to either of our dorms, and it was lit up like a holiday.
"Is there an event tonight?" I asked, thinking back to Evan being so busy earlier when I saw him.
Every window showed lights inside and from down the block we could already see people going in and out. We got closer, and through the front window I could see bodies, a lot of them, and I didn't even recognize most of them. There were little dudes, with skinny shoulders in polos and fresh haircuts, barely eighteen, grouping in little circles like they were at their first frat party. Some of them looked shy and nervous, like they were about to be sick, and some looked like they already "knew how to party", as we put it in the frat.
Seth and I looked at each other for a second, before it finally hit us at the same time.
"Oh shit," I said.
Seth turned his head back to the house, grinning.
"I almost forgot it was freshman pledge season."