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Sex, Drugs, and Princeton Ch. 01

By: phineas2014



Dear Readers,

This is my first of many submissions in this series. We'll uncover more interesting moments during Brett and Travis's first year at school as the plot unfolds. Please stay tuned for more, and feel free to vote and/or contact me if you like the story.

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Brett felt sick to his stomach. He'd spent his last night at home partying with friends until 7am and arrived back at his mom's house with a few hours to spare for last minute packing before departing for freshman move-in day at Princeton. It was an unbearably hot day and he was sandwiched in the back seat of his stepdad's station wagon between a large trunk of his clothes and his stereo system. He always got car sick, and he was still slightly hungover, but he suspected the nausea had more to do with feeling anxious about moving to college.

Brett had never even visited Princeton before accepting their offer to attend. He was a bright kid from a public school on the outskirts of New York City. As the scenery along the New Jersey Turnpike and Route 1 turned from smokestacks to suburbs he couldn't fight the distinct feeling he'd made a huge mistake. He imagined the typical Princeton student to be a preppy, know-it-all geek. Brett himself, while being smart, cultivated a definite non-conformist image. He was about 6 foot 1 with spiked bleached hair, earrings in each ear, and a wardrobe of Goodwill steals that could best be described as eclectic, and at worst downright grungy. As much as he worked hard to look unique, what he didn't realize is that he didn't have to try hard to be eye-catching. He had piercing blue eyes, broad shoulders, scruffy face, furry chest, and a killer smile. Brett had mostly put together his unique look as a way to deflect attention from his terrifying secret: he was gay. He'd known it ever since he was 14 when he'd traded hand jobs with his best friend Wilson. Wilson was the only person who knew Brett was gay, and even though he was straight the two had remained very close friends. Before they'd left, Wilson had encouraged him to come out at school.

"What have you got to lose, man? It's a fresh start," Wilson encouraged.

"There's no way! That school full of stuffed shirts? I'd be an outcast immediately," Brett replied.

"I hate seeing you have to live a lie. I mean, what if you find someone that you want to... you know..." while Wilson was totally cool with Brett's sexuality he still sometimes winced at the thought of actually saying the words.

"Butt fuck?" Brett blurted out.

"Geez, B! Gimme a break!"

"Just kidding, man. I guess I'll deal with that when it comes up. Although, I doubt they even have gays at Princeton. I'll be the only one."

"I'm going to come visit you once you get settled in and get you laid, I promise it!"

"Alright. It's a deal. And I'll keep an eye out for hot chicks for you too." Not that Wilson needed much help. He was slightly shorter than Brett, one year younger, but with natural dirty blond hair, and a more muscular smooth body.

Brett smiled at the thought of his best friend's assurance that he'd get him laid at Princeton just as his stepdad's station wagon pulled up to the guard booth at the entrance to campus. The nausea became instantly worse. The next two hours were a blur of parking, unpacking, saying goodbye to his parents, and meeting two of his three new roommates. Van was a surprisingly laid back guy from Nashville who'd brought along an acoustic guitar and was going to host a radio show on the campus station. Charlie was a shy kid from rural upstate New York who was already in the pre-med program, on the football team, and was volunteering for campus ministry. Wasn't it the first day? How did these guys already fit in here? Brett would come to learn that so much about Princeton would be based on who you knew. These guys clearly knew the right people. They seemed nice and treated Brett with respect, but he wasn't sure he'd be fast friends with either of them and they seemed somewhat uncomfortable with his different outward appearance. They had arrived first and had claimed the larger bedroom for themselves. Brett retreated to his new smaller bedroom and started to unpack while he awaited the fourth mystery roommate.

As he started unloading his second hand wardrobe treasures into the closet he put on his new Radiohead album and tried to chill out. But his heart was racing and he still felt nauseated. He'd never felt more alone in his entire life. No one here would ever accept him for who he was, and he started planning his escape. He considered calling Wilson to come pick him up. He felt like he was going to hyperventilate when he heard someone shout, "Hey Radiohead!" It was coming from just outside his ground floor window. Brett went to the window and looked to see who'd called him without even knowing his name. A guy about his height with buzzed light brown hair, deep brown eyes, and a lean muscular frame stood just a few feet away on the grass outside the window. He was wearing board shorts and a white sleeveless T-shirt and Brett could see he had very big biceps and a small patch of trimmed hair under each arm.

"What's up?" Brett asked.

"This Holder Hall?" the stranger asked.

"Yeah, what number are you looking for?"

"32. How the heck did they number these entryways? You need a Princeton degree to figure it out." The stranger had a sense of humor. They both smiled and Brett felt something stir within him that he'd never felt before. He'd always known in theory that he was gay, but this was the first time he'd actually stood in front of a real live guy that was turning him on. Lost in this new heady emotion, Brett stood there for a few seconds soaking this all in before realizing that he must look like a total idiot standing there mute. Finally he responded, "This is our room. I mean, this is 32 Holder. I'm your roommate. There are two other guys here, but we're sharing this room." He realized he was rambling but added, "I'm Brett."

Luckily the stranger was nice, or nervous too, and offered, "Travis," with a head nod.

Brett extended a hand through the open window to shake Travis's but just then he realized that Travis had been holding a box of his stuff the whole time. That only made him seem stronger and even more masculine to Brett. The two exchanged an awkward laugh over not being able to shake hands and Brett said, "Here let me take that."

"Thanks!" Travis said as he handed Brett a box that felt like it was full of bricks. "Be careful, I've got a couple of weights in there."

"No prob. I can handle it," Brett lied.

"I'm just gonna run to the car and get some more of my stuff. Be back in a second."

Brett's head was swimming. He'd known he was going to share a room with a guy, but he just figured that guy would have been a total nerd. How was he going to room with Travis who was a total hunk? Over the next few hours the 4 new roommates got acquainted a bit more, headed to dinner at the dining hall, and did a little more unpacking in their room. Brett learned that Van's parents were divorced and very rich (which was why their common room was so well furnished). He learned that Charlie was perhaps the nicest guy he'd ever met (he'd never even had a drink before!) and that Travis was a brilliant kid who'd skipped a grade in high school, was only 17, had been captain of the swim team back home in rural Virginia, and was there on an ROTC scholarship. Brett wondered to himself, "Could this guy be more hot OR more straight?" As it started to get late everyone started to prepare for bed. Van and Charlie went into their room and Travis and Brett retired to theirs where it was decided that Travis would take the top bunk. He'd have to get up early many mornings for ROTC and having to leave the top bunk to turn off his alarm across the room would make certain that he'd not just hit snooze and fall back to sleep. Brett was so nervous about changing in front of Travis with his perfect body that he just took off his distressed jeans and quickly hopped into the bottom bunk in the t-shirt he'd worn all day and his boxers. Travis pulled off his shirt and shorts and stood in the center of the room in a heather gray pair of CK boxer briefs. Brett felt like he was going to explode. He couldn't decide whether to stare at Travis's beefy tanned calves and thighs covered in a thick mat of light brown fur, or the inviting bulge in the pouch of his CK's, or the perfectly formed round globes of his manly ass, or his well-sculpted torso with a little patch of hair between his small perfect nipples. Quickly Brett decided that it was probably safest not to stare at all and turned to face the wall as Travis said, "Good night, Brett."

"Good night, Travis."

"See you in the morning, bud."

Brett was in deep.

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Over the next few days there was a whirlwind of activity: orientation events, getting books, first classes, and getting lost among the idyllic, tree-lined walks at Princeton. Each building looked like a castle or a fortress or a Greek temple. Brett definitely wasn't in Kansas (or North Jersey) anymore. Meeting people had become so tiring. He had become accustomed to the Princeton equivalent of "name, rank, serial number" that started so many of the strained conversations among strangers forced to share a new space here. He'd repeatedly recited his name, hometown, dorm, and sadly that he was unaffiliated with a club or sport and that no one in his family had gone to Princeton. In fact, no one in his family had gone to college before and while this important fact was not lost on him, it seemed of little importance to the new people he met. His worst suspicions were correct: he just wouldn't fit in here. He'd always been relatively popular in high school. He took part in many activities, moved seamlessly among most of the cliques using his sense of humor and intelligence to win many friends. Here he was just one of many smart kids who'd been an overachiever in high school. He felt like a dime a dozen and was just weird-looking enough with his spiky hair and wacky clothes that many people preferred to keep their distance rather than get to know him.

"Wil, I can't stand it," Brett started yelling into the cordless phone, "I'm not gonna last a month. Everyone here is stuck up. They all think they're so damn special. I've got no friends and I have no idea what I'm doing. I don't fit in here. Come get me."

"Dude, chill out. It's gonna be fine," Wilson tried to calm him.

"Easy for you to say, you're still back home. I miss it there. I miss sneaking beers and hanging out down by the bay. I miss hopping the train into the city. I even miss the crazy lady who begs for change outside of ShopRite."

"She's been asking for you," Wilson tried humor.

"Shut up," Brett was hurting.

"Look. You've got to give it time, bro. You had 18 years to build a life here. You're not going to have all the pieces come together there in a few weeks or even months. It will get better everyday. And you know what?"

"Huh?" Brett put all the strength he had left into making that one syllable.

"We're all so fuckin' proud of you. No one from here ever gets a shot like this. We're lucky if we make it to "Harvard on the Boulevard" (their nickname for the county community college in a bad neighborhood in the next town over). Most of us can't even think about making it to Princeton. This is your shot."

This brought a reluctant smile to Brett's face. Wilson always had a way of making things seem better.

"I fuckin' love you, man." Brett said.

"Don't get any ideas. I told you, you're not jerking me off again." Wilson joked.

The two laughed, said their goodbyes and hung up.

Brett hadn't noticed that Travis had been sitting and reading right outside the bedroom window while he'd been on the phone with Wilson. He hadn't seen much of Travis since their first couple of days there. Travis was usually up and out early in the morning for ROTC and during the day their class schedules kept them out of the room. They really only met up back at the room when it was nearly time for bed.

"I couldn't help but hear." Travis said.

"What?" Brett said startled, as he looked out the window to see Travis.

"Your phone call. Why don't you let your guard down a bit? Let people in more?" Travis asked.

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, you're pretty intimidating looking, that's all. Most people here have never seen anyone like you before. If you want to make friends you'll probably have to make the first move. Or at least be open to people when they approach you." Those were the most words Travis (or anyone for that matter) had said to him since he's arrived. Brett was floored.

"I dunno. I guess I feel like people should have to accept me for who I am. Why should I have to be the one to make the effort?"

"Look, I have tried getting to know you every day this week when we get back to the room after class. Every day you've pretended to be pretty busy. Or you've gotten on the phone with one of your friends from back home. I think you're a pretty cool guy from what I can tell. I'd like to be friends. You're probably the only other person I know here who also thinks that trying to make friends here sucks. You and I have more in common that you probably think." Brett searched his mind and realized that he might have been a little cool toward Travis since they'd met. He just didn't want to let him get too close. It was self preservation. He was crazy about this guy and didn't want to betray his own secret feelings.

"I'm sorry, Travis. I don't know what to say. Come on in and give me another chance?" Brett asked, realizing that Travis had a very unique gift of getting right to the heart of him in an incredibly fast way.

Travis came inside and they spent almost the entire night talking about everything imaginable: high school memories, how awful Princeton people were, and even some very personal subjects where they found they had common ground. Both of their dads had been alcoholics. Brett's had died when he was just 14 and Travis's had gotten sober when he was about that age. Despite their extremely different outward appearances, they even liked some of the same music. Travis had always wanted to bleach his hair but was afraid to do it. Brett confessed that while he loved the city he also loved visiting his dad's brother's family on their farm in rural Pennsylvania. Travis had grandparents who had an apartment in New York City and he'd spent some time exploring the city during summer vacations there. As the two laid in their respective beds, Travis out of sight in the bunk above him, Brett almost forgot what a total hunk his new roommate was and began to feel excitement build about his finding a new friend. Travis was right that they did have more in common than he'd thought.

Their talk turned to the subject of women and sex just before the first light of day started to creep into their bedroom. Brett had some limited experience with the ladies - just enough to throw people off the trail about his sexuality - but it sounded like Travis had quite a few sexual conquests back home. As Travis started sharing his sex stories, Brett's cock started to stiffen in his boxers just thinking about Travis sliding his cock into his girlfriend. He recalled seeing Travis's huge bulge on their first night together and he painted a picture in his mind's eye of his new friend's huge member standing proudly from his patch of light brown fur. While Travis made boasts about fucking his girlfriend while her parents were in the next room, Brett imagined what it would be like to have Travis fuck him while Van & Charlie were in the next room. Brett's cock was so hard that he had to free it from his underwear. He pulled his meat through the fly in the front of his shorts and felt a shock of excitement. He was no slouch in the cock department. He was just over 7 inches when hard with a big mushroom head and a thick vein running along the top side of the shaft. As Travis continued talking, Brett licked his palm and slowly, as quietly as possible started to work over his pole. The sensation felt amazing. He hadn't jerked himself off since he'd been at school and his body ached for release. Travis seemed to be on autopilot as he discussed titty-fucking this slutty girl who went to his brother's college. Brett would interject an, "Uh huh," every now and then to assure his buddy that he was still listening and keep the story going while still massaging his aching cock. By now he was as rock hard as he'd ever been before and his slit was leaking pre-cum like a faucet. He was trying to be still and quiet when he realized that the bunk bed that they shared was slightly rocking. Could it be? Was Travis working himself over, too? He noticed that Travis's breath had quickened and he was practically panting. This nearly sent Brett over the edge. He started thrusting his own hips now and the bed started to rock a little more. He was in heaven listening to the object of his desire talk about ramming his hard meat into a girl's pussy from behind. Hearing the urgency in his voice, and the way he added, "Oh yeah," to the end of some of his sentences Brett could tell Travis was enjoying himself too. Brett was fisting his cock know with total abandon. He didn't care if Travis or the guys next door or people across campus could hear him or not. He could feel Travis's thrusts from above and started to time his own thrusts to match his friend's. He'd never felt this amazing or this close to anyone before. Travis had moved on to talking about the time he had fucked two girls in one day when Brett felt his balls tighten and he started spewing his hot load all over his stomach, chest and even his chin. Two weeks worth of his man juice pumped out of him as wave after wave of ecstasy came over him. He thought he heard a moan come from Travis's lips above too at just about the same time that his own cock started to cum. Just seconds after the largest cum eruption he'd ever experienced had finished, Travis's alarm across the room went off. It was time for ROTC. "Shit!" Travis whispered, as he jumped from the top bunk with a thud and made his way across their room, now dimly lit by the first rays of sunlight to start the day. Brett quickly covered the mess he'd made with a sheet, now suddenly embarrassed by their act. He turned his head to see Travis's perfect body framed in the glow from the window. He looked like a chiseled statue. His boxer briefs were slightly askew and he could see just a glimpse of his friend's ass crack. As Travis turned away from the window, Brett saw through his boxer briefs that his friend's cock was still very hard as it strained against the thin layer of cotton. Seeing the silhouette of Travis's big sheathed boner, had Brett mesmerized. His recently spent and aching dick twitched again beneath his hastily placed sheet. Travis grabbed a pair of sweats off the floor, threw them on quickly, adjusted his cock so that his waistband held it close to his belly, and headed toward their bedroom door. "See you later, Brett," he said nonchalantly as he exited their room.

"Bye," Brett responded as the door was closing behind Travis.

He was left alone there with his thoughts, his head swimming with questions and excitement and fear. What if Travis figured out he was gay? What if the guys next door heard? Any thoughts about what this encounter would mean were quickly forgotten when Brett's cock stiffened again to full hardness. He knew he'd probably miss his first class today as his hand traveled down toward his meat. He wanted to savor this moment a little longer.

Sex, Drugs, and Princeton Ch. 02



Author's Note: This is chapter 2 in an ongoing story about the characters Brett & Travis during their first year at college. More to come soon! 

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A few weeks had passed since that night when Brett and Travis had jerked off together, er...separately, in the same bed, different bunk. They'd never talked about it. It was as if the alarm clock going off zapped them back to reality. It replaced that line between two seemingly straight guys that never should be crossed. Though one thing had changed since that night. The two began a fast friendship that made navigating the challenges of being away from home in such an unfriendly environment more bearable. They'd developed a ritual of hanging out whenever they could: taking meals together, skipping class to watch TV, staying up late to talk while laying in their bunks. To Brett it was heaven and he didn't want it to stop.

It was mid-afternoon and Brett should have been in Philosophy lecture. He'd already missed 8 out of 10 classes that week and he took that as an excuse to skip the lecture and stay parked on the couch watching Judge Judy. He lied to himself that his absences from class had little to do with the fact that Travis should be back to the dorm room shortly. While they hadn't spoken about their mutual JO session, it didn't mean that Brett hadn't thought about it - incessantly. Just as "Her Honor" was about to ream a defendant a new one, Travis came home. Brett's heart skipped a beat, as it always did when his new love came home. Travis greeted him with a warm smile. He was relieved to see his friend there. It was comforting to have one person you could count on while out here hundreds of miles from home. Brett knew why he was an outcast here. He looked like a punk and was a closeted gay dude. What he couldn't understand is why Travis didn't fit in either. By all accounts he should have been a big man on campus with his abundant good looks, Southern charm, and involvement in ROTC. Brett wasn't complaining though, he was glad that Travis chose to offer him so much attention.

"Judge Judy again?" Travis complained.

"There's nothing remotely good on at 2pm." Brett replied. "You just missed Days of Our Lives. It was a good one, John and Marlena..."

"Forget it," Travis said sharply. "I'm sick of watching TV every afternoon. Í've got a surprise," that wide grin that Brett had come to cherish spread across Travis's face. For the first time in days Brett felt excited. Travis reached down and pulled a small plastic bag from his sock. While Brett had gotten drunk plenty of times in high school, he'd never before tried drugs. However, he'd been around them enough to know that what Travis had in that little baggie was not oregano.

"Holy shit, where'd you get that?" Brett asked.

"From Rocky DeGeorge. That kid who lives upstairs and down the hall. It was the weirdest thing. I've barely said anything to the guy before, but I was standing outside the dining halls today just after lunch. Rocky came over and just started chatting me up. He asked if I'd ever smoked before and I told him that I used to back home but that I hadn't since I'd been here. He just gave me this bag and told me to have fun. He was going to try to give it up again and he'd rather someone get use out of it rather than flushing it."

Brett was amazed at how Travis's charm seemed to work on everyone -- even when he wasn't trying to be charming. He sat there motionless for a few seconds, eyeing the bag and realizing that there was definitely enough in there to get them high several times at least.

"So, I thought we could try something different this afternoon." Travis continued as he got up and walked into their bedroom. Brett instinctively followed without thinking much about it at all. He watched Travis roll two perfect joints in a matter of seconds with the kind of dexterity that a master craftsman would use to mold a vase from clay. Brett nearly gasped audibly as he saw Travis stick out his tongue and use his saliva to lick the tight little hand-packed beauties closed. Travis handed him one, opened the 4 narrow windows to their room, put a Bob Marley record on the turntable, and made his way toward the window bench with a smile. As he sat on the bench and looked out the window that overlooked a beautiful courtyard on this unseasonably warm fall day, he motioned to Brett to sit next to him on the bench. Travis sensed Brett's hesitation so he lit his joint, took a puff or two and passed it to him. Brett noticed a sense of joy come over his friend's face. He fought his conscience (and every after school special he'd ever watched) and took his first hit. He nearly choked. His throat and lungs felt like they were on fire. Travis just smiled. "It gets better," he said, "trust me."

Before long half of the bag of weed was gone. Brett was feeling more free and relaxed than he'd ever felt in his life. It felt better than any time he'd ever been drunk. Travis was feeling great too and they spent several hours that afternoon laughing uncontrollably, stealing snacks from their roommate Charlie's care package from home, and listening to some great music. They even tried their hand at scratching a few records, not very handily, but it sounded interesting enough that a few of the future engineers and investment bankers of America stopped in front of their bedroom windows from time to time and looked up to see what the heck was going on in Room #32.

Travis got up and rolled four more joints with the last of the weed. He opened his desk drawer and put 3 of them in there. He took the fourth to the window seat where Brett was sitting with his eyes closed listening to a sick Chemical Brothers beat. He opened his eyes as he felt Travis's muscular body press against his. His friend had slid next to him so closely that their legs were touching and he could feel the light dusting of Travis's forearm hair on the back of his neck as his buddy put his arm around him. Brett's dick instantly stirred and his eyes bolted open.

"Sorry dude, didn't mean to wake you," Travis giggled.

"No, it's cool, I'm cool. I was just not expecting it that's all."

"I've got another surprise." Travis looked serious. "Close your eyes and open your mouth." Brett thought he was going to pass out. His mind stirred with thoughts of Travis feeding him his perfect cock. Brett did as he was told. He felt the heat of Travis's body as he pressed closer to him and he felt his new friend's lips touch his own. His body shuddered in ecstasy. Then he felt the rush of warm pot smoke fill his mouth and lungs. Travis had put the lit end of the joint in his mouth and was blowing a huge load of intoxicating smoke down his gullet. The feeling of their lips touching, their legs touching, having Travis's arm around him, and his buddy's breath inside him made him more turned on than ever before. Travis pulled away and Brett held the breath in as long as he could before taking a long, slow exhale. Brett opened his eyes and stared right intro Travis's. The two held each other's gaze for a moment. Brett felt like he could see right into his friend's soul. Travis was the first to smile.

"You're so fuckin' high, dude!" Travis said and they both let out a hearty laugh. "Now you do me." The double meaning was not lost on Brett who desperately wanted to do Travis right here and now. But he knew what he meant. It was his turn to return the favor. Travis got up from the window seat and climbed up into his bunk. "C'mon up here. That hard wooden bench is a real pain in the ass." Brett climbed into Travis's bunk and did just as had been done to him. Travis moaned his approval as he took a lungful of Brett's breath filled with smoke. The two silently passed the joint back and forth repeating the ritual until the joint was gone, they were unbelievably high, and if Brett's cock was any indication -- incredibly turned on.

Travis stretched out on his bed and signaled Brett to position himself next to him. He used the stereo remote control to change the CD and put on a surprisingly mellow Sarah McLachlan CD. They'd listened to Reggae, Punk, and Rock all afternoon. Brett wondered if his friend really was gay. He'd never known a straight guy to act like this before. "I used to love to get high in my treehouse back home and then listen to this CD before bed." Travis said. Brett wasn't sure if he should make a move or say something, but he just closed his eyes and started listening to the music. Before long he felt Travis put an arm around his waist and pull him a little tighter toward him. With his heart soaring and his mind whirling, he fell into a love and pot induced sleep with his new best friend so close that he could feel his breath on the back of his neck. He'd never rested so soundly.

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Neither Brett nor Travis did very well that first semester at Princeton. I guess lots of freshmen don't excel at school right away, but they took underachieving to new heights. Neither of them attended at least 50% of their classes each week and while they did hand in their assignments, they usually took the least amount of time possible to complete them. Instead they spent a good deal of their time enjoying their new favorite pastime: each other. Travis was probably slightly more conscientious about his studies, but even he had dropped ROTC (after a huge fight with his dad) before Halloween. He told his parents that it, "Wasn't him," but in actuality waking up at sunrise didn't fit with his growing friendship and new lifestyle with Brett. As they became more "night owls", napping most of the day (sometimes in bed together) and partying all night, they even found that they were part of a small but noticeable sub-culture at Princeton of potsmokers, artists, freaks, and nonconformists who frequented the 24-hour convenience store and late dining hall seatings at 10pm. While they started to find some new acquaintances among this group, their bond with each other continued to grow ever stronger.

"There's something I've been wanting to ask you." Travis said as they sat together on a small park bench sucking down milkshakes from the local ice cream shop. This would be their dinner as they'd slept through dining hall dinner again. Brett searched his friend's face and could tell that something was weighing on him. He didn't know what to expect, but he wanted to put his friend at ease. "OK, shoot," he replied nonchalantly.

"Let's go away together," Travis blurted out 

"Are you kidding? Where? With what money?" Brett, always the cynic, had to counter with a negative response while silently his heart was leaping in his chest.

Slightly deflated, Travis continued, "Rocky DeGeorge said I could borrow his car this weekend. I thought maybe you'd want to come home to Virginia with me. I really miss home and I'd love for you to see where I grew up."

He'd really thought this through. Brett wondered if he'd been planning it all along. "OK, sure, I'd love to. I wouldn't miss it for the world." They smiled and swapped milkshakes and sucked the rest down.

That next morning they left bright and early for Virginia. Travis drove the whole way and Brett had never seen him more happy. At Princeton he was still charming and friendly to most everyone he met, but Brett, who knew him best, detected that Travis was at times a bit sullen and withdrawn. From the moment their car pulled out past the guard booth and off the campus, Travis seemed like a new person. If it was possible for Brett to love him even more, he did now. They sang along to songs on the radio and passed the 5 hour drive with a considerable amount of laughter and telling stories. Travis told Brett all about his family, his friends, and how much he loved the small town where he'd grown up.

By the time they arrived at his modest, yet well cared for home in the center of that small rural Virginia town, Travis was the best possible version of himself. He even looked more handsome and attractive than ever. His eyes sparkled and danced with a new life and happiness. Brett was nervous to meet Travis's family but they were all very kind to him. Travis was the youngest of 7 and while none of his siblings lived at home anymore several came to their parents' home that night to see their baby brother and meet his new friend. Also, a few of his high school friends that were now in their senior year stopped into the house to visit with Travis and hear stories about that far away Ivy League fortress in the big scary North. Brett could see why Travis so longed for home, and it finally made sense why he felt like such an outsider at Princeton. He had so much love and support here that being anywhere else in the world would feel somehow wrong by comparison. Brett also learned that his family was much more conservative than his own and that they were religious as well. He'd never been to a home where they actually said grace before the meal. He thought that was just for television families. After dinner the family all started to disperse either to their respective homes or to bed. Travis's mom showed Brett to the guest room downstairs in the basement off of the family room. Brett had just removed his jeans and t-shirt and was standing in the room in just his boxers when he heard the door open. It was Travis. He stood in the doorway in just a towel, clearly having just showered before bed, still glistening wet and well defined by the soft moonlight that filled the room. Brett's eyes immediately went right to the hint of a bulge between Travis's legs.

"Shower's free." Travis said.

"Thanks, but I think I'll just shower in the morning."

"You tired?" Travis asked. Brett noticed there was a different tone in his friend's voice he'd never heard before. Or at least not since that night they'd jerked off together in their bunks. His words were coming quick, like he was desperate, or scared, or both.

"Kinda. I was just gonna read a bit before bed."

"Oh," Travis looked visibly upset.

"But if you wanna hang out for a bit, that's always cool too." Brett added. He was terrified of what would happen next, but even more terrified that Travis would leave.

Travis stepped inside the room, shut and locked the door, and stepped closer to Brett. They were so close that they could hear each other's hearts beating.

"I wanted to thank you for coming here to visit my family. It means so much to me," he paused, "You mean so much to me."

Brett was going to pass out, "You too," he countered, stunned.

"C'mere," Travis whispered. As Brett took a step closer, Travis put one hand around his waist and the other on his cheek as he pressed their lips together. Brett had never kissed another man before, and it felt amazing. Travis's lips were softer than he'd expected. They both parted their lips and they started to explore each other's mouths with their tongues. Travis was a surprisingly gentle and passionate kisser, taking his time to tease Brett's lips and tongue with his own. As their kissing continued, they pulled each other into a tight embrace. It was as if they were trying to climb each other, letting their hands explore each other's strong muscular backs and firm asses. Travis started to moan as he started to grind his hips into Brett's. Brett was already rock hard and leaking pre-cum at this point, but now he could feel Travis's hard cock pressed against his. Both of their dicks begged to be released from their coverings. Gravity took care of Travis's towel as its grip loosened and on one of his thrusts the towel fell to the floor. Brett didn't break contact with Travis's lips but he looked down to see Travis's rock hard meat, also about 7" and cut pointing yearningly toward him. It was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. The head was not quite as big as his own, but it was perfectly proportioned and Brett not only longed to play with it, but to bring Travis abundant pleasure. Travis slid his hands slowly down the furry front of Brett's body and hooked his fingers on the waistband of his boxers. Travis patiently whispered, "Can I?" to which Brett begged, "Oh yes..." Travis slowly lowered Brett's boxers to the floor releasing his aching cock. They brought their mouths together again and hungrily explored each other until they were both moaning with delight now completely naked.

"Ssshhh..." Travis whispered, "We gotta be quiet. Parents upstairs."

"OK," Brett answered.

Travis lifted the mattress to the guest bed where Brett was to be staying and pulled out a small bottle of lube from between the mattress and the box spring. "They sell that here in Virginia?" Brett joked. "You'd be surprised what they do in Virginia," Travis replied as he squeezed a palmful of lube out of the bottle. "Remember, we've gotta be quiet," Travis begged. "Got it," Brett obediently replied.

Travis again pulled Brett toward him and embraced him with one arm as their tongues met. This time, Travis let his other hand travel down between their aching cocks. He grabbed both of their rods together in one hand and started to slowly cover them with the lube he'd just deposited there. Brett's entire body shuddered with pleasure. He'd worked over his own meat before, but it had never felt like this. Travis's hand felt so warm and his strokes were so loving and tender that he started to moan his desire. "Quiet," Travis whispered. Once their cocks were sufficiently lubed, Travis pointed both of their rods upward, pulled Brett closer to him than ever before and began grinding into him with a loving tenderness and strength. As they stood there, pressed together, Brett could feel Travis's strong powerful legs holding them up and loved the feeling of closeness between them. Their dicks were equally sized so they could rub the undersides of their cocks together and feel each other's hardness along the entire length of the shaft. The tender, sensitive area just below the heads of their dicks pressed right against each other and their pleasure multiplied with each long stroke. It was as if their dicks were made for each other and for this moment. Both Travis and Brett were breathing hard but trying desperately to stay quiet. The pleasure was amazing and trying to keep quiet was nearly impossible. Occassionally one of them would utter the smallest moan, but the sound would get muffled in the other's mouth. They were both getting close. Brett had never cum without touching his own dick before and he felt lightheaded as this newfound ecstasy enveloped his body. His knees started to buckle, and just then Travis leaned him up against the bedroom wall and continued to fuck their cocks together with such intensity that they both started to feel their balls twitch, their rods stiffen and their breath become short and quick.

"I'm gonna cum," they both whispered almost in unison as their pleasure became too much to hold back any longer. Their cocks pulsed what felt like endless streams of cum all over their panting chests and stomachs. They continued writhing and grinding and kissing until their cum and sweat formed a paste that glued their bodies together. The room fell silent. They just held each other there, unable to move, caught up in the excitement and fear of what had just happened.

Travis was the first to break their embrace, and it was made harder to do so because of the aforementioned cum paste.

"Ouch," he teased as he slowly stepped away from his love, flashing a smile that Brett could just make out in the dim moonlight that filled the room. "Just gonna check to see if the coast is clear." Travis picked up the towel, wrapped it around his waist, unlocked the door, and stepped out into the hall. Brett stood there motionless, and hopelessly in love. He stood there naked for what seemed like forever, but was probably just a couple of minutes. He started to feel overwhelmd by all that had just happened. Did this mean they'd be boyfriends? Was Travis gay too? Did Travis know he was gay? What would happen when they got back to school? When the thoughts in his head started to really take over, just then Travis returned with two small cups of ice cream and two spoons. "No one's up," he said as he locked the door again, sat down on the bed and handed Brett one of the ice cream cups. They sat there in silence eating ice cream and Travis started to sense that maybe he'd taken things too far with Brett or that perhaps his friend wasn't quite ready to handle what had just happened.




Sex, Drugs, and Princeton Ch. 02



"You alright?" Travis asked as he finished his ice cream.

"Yup," Brett lied as he finished his too.

"Sure you don't want to shower?" Travis said with a smile and motioning toward his lover's cum covered torso.

"Well, now I do," the joking was helping Brett feel normal again, "But I don't want to wake up the whole house. I'll shower first thing tomorrow."

"OK, B," Brett loved when he called him that, "Well, g'night," Travis said as he curled into the little guest bed.

"You sleeping here too?"

"That ok?"

"Of course," Brett said as he slid into bed next to Travis. Travis's back was to him and at first Brett just got into the bed keeping some distance between their still naked bodies. Travis reached his right arm behind him, grabbed Brett's right arm and wrapped it around himself like a blanket, pulling their warm bodies together. They quickly fell asleep holding each other tightly, feeling the electricity of their new love pulsing through the space between them

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Brett opened his eyes and for a few seconds felt totally disoriented. He'd forgotten where he was for a moment, and then it all started to flood back to him. He remembered that he was in Virginia in his new friend Travis's house, in the basement, in the guest room. He remembered that last night he and Travis had made their relationship a sexual one. It had been his first time with another man. His head swam with possibilities. He had no idea how this whole situation was going to pan out, but he did know one thing: he liked gay sex a lot.

As Brett became more oriented, he realized that Travis was not next to him in bed. He wondered to himself if it had all been a dream but then he realized that he was still naked and covered in their seed from the night before. As he scanned the unfamiliar room in the light of day, he noticed some things that he hadn't before. On the wall beside the door were a bunch of ribbons and medals acquired at gun club competitions. Someone in this house (or perhaps the whole family) sure did like to shoot guns. On the dresser on the opposite wall there was a framed photo of Travis and two of his brothers standing in the middle of a lake holding up a huge fish. Brett couldn't believe he was in a house like this and in love with a guy who lived in a house like this. Brett was a bona fide street kid. He'd been a latch key kid since he was 6, rode the city bus to school since 2nd grade, used to cut school to walk across the bridge to New York starting when he was 12, and left home when he was just 17 to crash with friends who had more lenient parents who allowed them to drink openly. While he knew that his mom and stepdad loved him, he'd never felt particularly part of a family, but had always felt alone - until he'd met Travis.

Brett stirred as he could faintly make out what sounded like raised voices coming from upstairs. He wrapped himself in a sheet and quietly made his way to the door of the guest room and opened it a crack. Now he could make out that the voices were those of Travis and his father. They were having a heated discussion, but Brett couldn't make out what was being said. After straining to try to make sense of the conversation for a few moments, Brett heard a loud thud and then the voices fell silent. He heard the door at the top of the basement steps open and he quickly hopped back into bed and pretended to be asleep turning his back to the door. His heart was pounding. Within seconds Travis stood over him.

"Brett, wake up," he said.

"Huh?" Brett faked sleepiness.

"We're leaving early," Travis said, "I gotta get out of here."

Brett turned to look at his friend and could see that the light in his eyes had dimmed. "Are you alright?"

"No, but I'm gonna be as soon as we get on the road." Brett worried that Travis's parents had heard them last night, but didn't dare speak his fear aloud. He also worried that someone in this house full of gun-loving folks had been shot, or was thinking about shooting someone.

"Sorry, B," Travis softened, "I'll help you pack." The two of them hastily gathered clothes and toiletries into Brett's backpack and then Brett threw on a fresh pair of clothes. Brett was nearly shaking now. What was the rush? Why did they have to get out of there? Travis led the way as they climbed the basement stairs that led to the kitchen. Travis's parents were both standing at the kitchen counter smiling. Brett was relieved that no one had been shot and was surprised to find that both of them were still exceedingly kind. He expected to walk into the middle of a huge family fight. Instead, his parents reiterated how lovely it had been to have him in their home and wished them a safe trip back to school. Travis's mom even offered him a warm hug as they made their way toward the front door. Brett was more confused than ever.

"What was all that about, Travis?" Brett asked as they made their way down the driveway.

"Would you just shut up and get in the car!" Travis barked, clearly not in the mood.

They got in the car and started to speed away and drove in silence for the 20 minutes it took to get back to the interstate. Brett felt hurt. Travis had never spoken to him like that. He'd never felt as close to anyone before as he felt with Travis last night in the guest bedroom, and now it felt like his entire world was falling apart. He stared out the window as farmland rolled past and tried hard not to cry. Travis just drove quickly and steadily away from his parents' house. It looked to Brett like he was on a mission. After they got onto the interstate and drove for about 10 miles they approached a rest area, Travis pulled all the way into the right lane and exited traffic. He found a parking spot far away from all of the other travelers, brought the car to a stop, and threw his head back against the head rest with his face pointing up toward the heavens. Brett had been too scared to look directly at Travis until now, but he turned his head and realized that Travis was crying. Brett was an only child, had had two fairly aloof parents, and was not very good at dealing with emotions, especially not someone else's. But he knew he loved Travis with all his heart and had to do something.

"Trav," Brett spoke softly, "Talk to me."

"I can't," he paused, "Not this."

"Did they hear us last night?" Brett got the courage to ask.

"I don't think so," Travis said, "Maybe...I don't know."

"Whatever it is, we'll figure it out. Trust me."

Travis finally turned to look at Brett, his eyes red with tears. "I woke up early this morning. I wanted to get outside and breathe some fresh air and walk the dog before anyone was up. It's always so peaceful out here and I missed the quiet. And after last night, I felt so happy. You made me so happy," Travis smiled through tears. "When I got home a half hour later my dad was waiting for me in the kitchen." Travis's voice started to waiver. "He told me to sit down on the couch and he asked me point blank if I was a fag."

"What?" Brett exclaimed. "He just came out and asked you that?"

"Yeah. He looked so angry and disappointed in me."

"What did you say to him?"

"I said I wasn't one, I mean, a fag. Of course. But I don't know if he believed me."

"Why would he ask you that?" Brett wondered.

"That's the worst part. He said he didn't like that we were spending so much time together. He thought, he thought..." Travis looked pained but finally finished the sentence, "that hanging out with someone like you would make me gay."

Brett was stunned and there was a long silence until Travis continued. "He's been angry ever since I quit ROTC. Apparently he had an old buddy of his who lives up near school follow me, well...us, around a bit. He told my dad that basically I spent every waking minute either in class or with you." Travis's anger swelled, "That fuckin' bastard. I could've killed him. He said that he was going to make me switch rooms, and wanted me to stop hanging around you." Brett couldn't believe what he was hearing. He'd gone from the happiest moment of his life less than 12 hours ago to a feeling of utter confusion and despair. He couldn't bear the thought of not having Travis in his life. And the thought of facing the dog-eat-dog world at Princeton without his best friend made him so afraid. Travis saw the look of worry come over his face and quickly added, "But I told him that there was no fuckin' way I was going through with it. I told him that he couldn't pick my friends for me." 

Brett's heart warmed again as he heard this. During the lull in the conversation he added, "Wow, I don't know what to say. I'm sorry."

Travis said, "You don't have to be sorry. I'm sorry to get you involved in this mess."

"So what happens now?"

"I was getting to that," Travis said, "This is the best part," he added sarcastically. "Dad said that either he was pulling me out of school or I was going to have to join this stupid fraternity that he was a member of in college. He said that it's good for networking and I'll meet some normal friends."

"So you're gonna join it?"

"I have no choice. Plus I'm sure dad's spy is still going to be watching. I'm so sorry, B. I know we think those fraternities are stupid, and I know we may have to be more discreet about our time together, but I don't see any other way."

Brett was so sad. He was sad for Travis's family that they couldn't accept him for who he was. He was sad for Travis that because of his family's attitudes toward being gay, that he might not be able to accept himself for who he was. He was sad for himself, that this man he loved was in so much pain. And he was sad for their budding love, because there would apparently be so many obstacles. Brett did the only thing he could imagine doing, he put his arm around Travis and pulled him closer so that his head rested on his shoulder. They stayed that way for a while in an intimate silence, the same intimate silence that would become the hallmark of their friendship from now on. Eventually, Travis broke the silence and looked straight into Brett's eyes with a piercing gaze and said, "No one can know." Then he put the car in reverse, backed out, and pointed the car toward Princeton and the future.



Sex, Drugs, and Princeton Ch. 03



Author's Note: Thank you for all of the feedback and votes for the first two chapters. I'm honored! Here is the next chapter in Brett & Travis's love story. More to come soon! 

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Back at school Brett noticed some immediate changes between Travis and himself. Ever since his dad had suspected their relationship and confessed to having a friend in the area keeping tabs on him, Travis was hyper-sensitive to people suspecting he was gay. He made plans to rush the fraternity his dad had insisted upon at the start of next semester and had even begun hanging out with some of the guys and attending a few of their parties. One of their roommates, Van, was also interested in rushing so the two of them starting hanging out more both around the room and at meals and other social events too. In public, Travis kept a bit of distance from Brett. He tried to be more social and interacted with others, inviting one of the other roommates to dinner for example, when before he'd have been content to have Brett all to himself. Since the car ride home from Virginia, Travis and Brett hadn't once mentioned their conversation or the fact that they'd made love. Brett was sad about the distance between them, but knew that he had to offer Travis some space. He'd never before been grateful to have a family that was so hands off as he watched Travis struggle with his family-fueled identity crisis.

While Brett struggled with his emotions, still loving Travis, but suddenly less able to get close to him, there were times when he thought it might be best to let Travis go altogether. He sometimes thought that what he really needed was to call his best friend back home, Wilson, and let him know everything that had been going on. At those times he thought about Travis's final words when they'd had their conversation about their relationship, "No one can know," and out of respect, and perhaps a bit of fear, he didn't let Wilson know about the developments with Travis. Every time he thought that things were at their absolute worst and he couldn't take keeping his feelings secret anymore and wondered if Travis was worth it, Travis would seemingly read his mind and offer a sign of hope, a ray of light, to keep him hanging on. While at dinner along with a group of soon-to-be frat brothers, Travis would reach for Brett's hand under the table and hold it tight when no one was looking. If they were sitting in the common room watching a movie, Travis might let his thigh rest on Brett's and linger there just long enough to let Brett know it was intentional, but not long enough to draw anyone's attention. The longer this went on without them talking about it, the more Brett realized that it was probably OK that they didn't discuss the nature of things between them, because the words hadn't been created yet to describe what they shared with each other.

Not being able to openly share their feelings in public, Brett and Travis still spent a good amount of time together in the privacy of their bedroom. However, Travis was careful to limit their time together to the late night hours when he was much less likely to fear being caught spending time with Brett. Most nights Travis would come back to the room by 10 or 11pm, even if he'd spent much of the evening hanging out with his new fraternity friends. Then he'd spend several hours with Brett until they'd fall asleep sometime just before dawn. Their time together was never overtly sexual and it usually centered around getting high - mostly smoking pot. But sometimes, they would blow the smoke into each other's mouths as they'd done the first afternoon they'd smoked together. Since they slept most of the day and smoked pot most of the night, needless to say neither of them was doing very well at school.

So the last several weeks of the fall semester passed in this way. Even though Brett had some closeness with Travis, he really never had felt more alone. The one thing that Brett did look forward to was the annual Nude Olympics. This Princeton ritual took place at midnight on the night of the first snowfall on campus. Every year, most of the sophomore class would strip naked and run laps around the courtyard of the dorm where he and Travis lived. As the days grew shorter and colder and the prospect of the Nude Olympics came closer, most of the underclassmen were abuzz with excitement about it. Even Brett and Travis who usually didn't get too hyped about all things Princeton, were looking forward to it. During one of their late night smoking sessions, they'd decided that on the night of the Nude Olympics they were going to hang out in their room, put on Hawaiian shirts, drink rum and cokes, and scratch records to accompany the activity outside their windows in the courtyard.

On the Wednesday of the last week of classes in the fall semester it finally snowed. It was a very minor snow event, but it was enough to set off a chain reaction of excitement. Sophomores started making plans for where they'd stash their clothes to begin their run to Holder Hall. Other students tried to find friends who lived nearby so that they could have a warm room from which to watch the festivities and enjoy some adult beverages. Campus police went on high alert as they prepared for several hundred naked co-eds and a dozen or so TV crews to converge upon the usually quiet little dorm on the corner of University & Nassau. Brett and Travis skipped all of their classes that day once the first flake fell and went ahead with their plans to celebrate Hawaiian style. Brett was excited to have a whole day with Travis since it had become more rare that he had Travis all to himself. Charlie was at a party with some football buddies and Van was nowhere to be seen, so they had the entire suite to themselves. Maybe it was the excitement of the event or the fact that they were alone, but it felt just like it had early in their relationship. They had been drunk since lunch, and as it neared midnight, they had just started to mix records when Travis decided it was time to put on their Hawaiian shirts.

"OK, man...I've got just the shirt for you," Travis giggled as he dug into the back of their closet.

"Tell me again why you have so many Hawaiian shirts?" Brett puzzled.

"Because they're awesome. They remind me of Jimmy Buffett."

"Who's that?"

"Are you kidding me?" Travis forgot about finding the perfect shirt for a moment, pulled a Jimmy Buffett album from the case of vinyl records on the floor and put it on the turntable. "I can't believe I'd never played this for you. You're gonna love it." It was Jimmy's greatest hits. Though Brett would never admit it to anyone, and would deny it if ever asked, he did actually kind of love it.

"Here, this is the one!" Travis beamed as he grabbed a blue Hawaiian shirt with several shades of green and gold palm trees from the back of the closet.

"Do I have to?" Brett whined.

"Promise is a promise."

"I think I changed my mind," Brett smiled and folded his arms over his chest defiantly.

"Well then I'm going to make you wear it," Travis smiled back and grabbed Brett by the arms playfully. Brett tried to wriggle free of Travis's grip and they grappled with each other for a minute or two, but Travis being stronger won out. Travis used his physical edge to wrestle Brett down onto his bed and straddled his waist. Brett could feel Travis's strong thighs pressing into his hip bones and the heat from his crotch hovering just above his own. His dick began to stir and he gave up struggling entirely. Travis pinned both of his arms over his head using just one hand of his own. He used his free hand to strip Brett's t-shirt off of his body, exposing his manly, furry chest and abs. As Travis took in the sight of Brett there on the bed beneath him, his own dick started to stir in his shorts. Travis leaned his face closer to Brett's and kissed him passionately on the lips. It was the kind of achingly full kiss that took your breath away and you could feel all the way down to your toes. Travis pulled his lips away and released his grip on Brett's wrists. He helped Brett sit up so that they could face each other while they sat on the bed. Travis picked up the Hawaiian shirt that now lay on the floor next to them and slowly slipped Brett's arms into the shirt one at a time. Keeping his eyes fixed right on Brett's eyes the entire time, he then carefully buttoned each one of the buttons starting from the waist and working all the way up to the lapel, leaving the top button undone, exposing just a bit of Brett's chest hair. When he was done he placed a hand on Brett's chest, just over his heart. "I thought this shirt would bring out the beautiful deep blues and gold flecks in your eyes," Travis pined as he leaned in again for another kiss.

They both were startled as the door to their dorm room burst open. From their vantage point on Brett's bunk they couldn't see who'd just come into the room, but they both scrambled to their feet quickly and made their way out into the common room. It was a very drunk Van along with 3 other guys affiliated with the fraternity that Travis planned to pledge.

"What up y'all?" Van had a funny habit of talking like a gangsta with a slight Southern drawl when he was drunk.

"Hey Van, where you guys been?" Travis asked.

"Man, there are so many parties out there tonight," Van replied, "And the ladies are not shy about showing off the good stuff right now." Van was right. Holder Hall on Nude Olympics night was Princeton's version of Bourbon Street on Mardi Gras. "What were you guys doing here?"

"Just pregaming," Travis answered quickly.

"Travis, you've gotta come out with us after midnight. Some of the brothers are throwing a huge party down in the slums," Van begged. The slums were a group of old dorms on the far side of campus where many upperclassmen lived.

"I don't know," Travis hedged.

"Everybody's getting some tonight, boyyy," he emphasized the last word as if he was Flava Flav.

Travis looked to Brett for an answer, but by now Brett had completely withdrawn within himself. He had adopted the same blank stare he usually had when he and Travis were together in public. Travis was momentarily saved from offering an answer when one of the frat guys announced that the first of the naked revelers had arrived. The Nude Olympics had begun. Before long hundreds of naked sophomores ran circles around the usually quiet courtyard. Some wore Princeton hats, socks, or scarves. A couple of others carried large banners with their class year. One even held a large flaming torch. The crowd was deafening and nearly every room in Holder was packed with people 3 or 4 deep at the windows watching the spectacle unfold. Brett had only ever seen two penises other than his own before tonight: Wilson's and Travis's. In the first 5 minutes of the Nude Olympics he saw probably 400. He thought it funny that nearly 80% of the participants were male even though the class was pretty equally distributed between men and women. Why did all of these straight guys enjoy either being naked with each other or watching other guys parade around naked? He thought that maybe he wasn't the only one with a secret to hide. Before long he grew tired of all the "frat talk" in the common room and withdrew to the bedroom. Jimmy Buffett was skipping on the turntable. He turned him off and put on a Radiohead CD.

Once the excitement outside had started to die down, folks headed out to parties all over campus. Travis came into the bedroom and closed their door.

"Hey, you wanna come out with us?" Travis asked.

"Are you kidding?" Brett replied, then as he thought about how Travis was breaking their date he added more emphatically, "NO!"

"Don't be mad at me because you don't want to come out! We'll just stay out for a little bit."

"You know what, just go have fun. I really don't care," Brett lied as he pulled the still buttoned Hawaiian shirt over his head and tossed it in Travis's face. He picked up a pale blue NYC Subway Conductor shirt he'd bought second hand. He loved that shirt. "I think THIS shirt brings out my eyes," Brett said sarcastically as his angry eyes burned holes into Travis's.

Travis looked like he'd just been punched in the gut. He seethed as he wordlessly walked out the door, gathered with the other guys from the frat and left.

*******

Brett sat alone in the bedroom listening to Radiohead for about 20 minutes. He was too numb to cry but he felt unbearably sad. He wanted so badly to leave this place, with Travis, and go someplace where they could be together and love each other fully and in the open. He drowned his sorrow in several quick shots of cinnamon schnapps, the only alcohol that the frat dudes had left behind. The pain of their encounter slowly started to melt away and Brett started to feel a bit bolder. He realized that he was young and alive, and while he was in a place as lame as Princeton, there was probably still some fun to be had somewhere. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes off of the desk that he and Travis shared and headed out the door looking for an adventure.

His feet carried him in the direction of "The Street". This was where Princeton's eating clubs were located. The clubs were Princeton's answer to Greek life since fraternities and sororities weren't officially sanctioned by the university but existed underground. Most upperclassmen joined one of the clubs where they could take meals, enjoy the free-flowing beer taps, and be part of Princeton's limited social scene. He hadn't been there since the first week of school when most of the clubs opened their doors to freshmen to welcome them to campus. He'd found the people at the clubs to be entirely homogenous and boring, but he knew if anything was happening at Princeton it would be happening there. As he walked through the heart of campus, past the towering Gothic chapel, and imposing Firestone Library, he saw a small group of people heading toward The Street that caught his eye. There was a tall, very attractive guy who set off Brett's very unused gaydar; a punk rock chick with long black hair; and a cute redheaded girl with a huge smile, pigtails, and a joint in her mouth. Brett was terrible at meeting new people, but in his state of wild inebriation, he felt a strange confidence. He sped up his pace to catch up with the group and asked where they were headed. 

"Terrace Fucking Club," the punk rocker said with a smile. "I'm Jess." She appeared to be their leader. "This is Peggie and Shawn," she continued as she pointed to the other two. Brett started to introduce himself, but she continued, "We know who you are. We've had our eye on you in the freshman facebook."

"Really?" Brett said dumbfounded.

"Well, yeah," Peggie chimed in, "There aren't too many fierce looking punk rock guys like you around here!"

Brett blushed. For the first time since coming to Princeton he felt really good about himself.

"Nice shirt," Shawn finally spoke up with a smile.

"So, what is this Terrace Fucking Club?" Brett asked.

"Come with us," Jess replied, "We'll pop your cherry." They all laughed, even Brett. He finally felt like he was heading home.

They walked him to a house just off The Street. Terrace (or TFC as it was lovingly called by its followers) was the eating club that welcomed Princeton's artists, gays, poets, weirdos, vegetarians, and basically anyone else who didn't quite fit in. It was a towering mansion, just like the others on The Street except Brett definitely took note of the rainbow flag that stood proudly on the flagpole above the front door. His three new friends guided him through the front door and past the bouncer who stood watch at the door to the tap room. Even though he was clearly under age (as were they), his guides must have known exactly what to say because they were in without a hassle. The tap room was small and smelled like stale beer and cigarettes. Terrace was packed on a night like this when all the "straights" let their hair down at the Nude Olympics. Peggie flirted with the guy behind the bar and got 4 beers while Jess and Shawn cleared a small table by tossing some clear Solo cups to the floor and offered Brett a place to sit.

"So, we've been dying to know," Jess asked, "Is that buff Trevor guy your boyfriend?"

"What? No. It's Travis." Brett was turning red.

"OK, hard to get, I like that." Jess continued.

"How come you haven't come out much before?" Peggie wondered as she joined the conversation with the 4 lousiest beers Brett had ever tasted.

"I don't know, Princeton's just not..." Brett couldn't figure out how to finish his sentence.

"Gay friendly?" Shawn tried finishing his sentence.

"No, I mean, I'm not, I mean it's OK if you are, it's just," Brett stammered.

"Relax, Cupcake," Jess let him off the hook. "Go easy on him, Shawn. He's just a baby. I think that's what I'll call you," she thought aloud, "Baby Brett."

"I like that!" Peggie chimed in.

"Got a nice ring to it," said Shawn.

"OK," said Brett, just happy to have some people to actually talk to here at Princeton.

"No worries, Baby B," Jess said, "They all wind up at Terrace someday. Even the ones who protest the loudest that they're straight!"

As the night went on the four of them danced, drank, and laughed like rock stars. He learned that the 3 of them were sophomores, and like him they hadn't been fond of Princeton at first. They'd survived freshman year because they had each other and their regular visits to Terrace for drinks and debauchery. Brett had never felt more like himself in his life. No one there judged him harshly for his bleached hair, piercings, or wild clothes. He was accepted, even admired for it. Brett had easily had at least a dozen drinks when he excused himself to head to the bathroom to relieve himself. On his way to the men's room, whose entrance was actually in a coat closet, he was stopped by an attractive guy with dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and a killer smile. The guy was a little shorter and heavier than Brett, but he wasn't in bad shape at all. He was leaning on the coat closet wall, just hanging out near the men's room door.

"Wow, I've never seen a guy as hot as you in here," the stranger said.

"Thanks, I'm Brett,"

"Patrick. Are you getting your coat to leave?" he asked.

"Nope. The other thing," Brett said as he pointed to the bathroom door.

"Good, it would be a shame if you had to leave just after we met. I'll be right here waiting for you."

Brett's heart was pounding and his head was swirling. He pushed open the bathroom door and just started to feel all of those drinks catching up to him. He walked up to the urinal at the end of the line, undid his fly, pulled himself out and started to pee out what felt like several bladders full of beer. From the corner of his eye, he saw the bathroom door open and close. In a moment, Patrick was standing at the urinal next to him.

"What do you know? I had to go too," Patrick smiled as he unzipped and began to pee. Brett tried to resist the urge to look down, but finally peeked at Patrick's cock. It wasn't as big as his own, probably about 5 inches when erect as it nearly was now, but it was thicker and uncut. Brett was mesmerized at the look of the hooded cock. He'd never seen one close up before and in that moment he wanted to explore it. He looked up and saw that Patrick's eyes were on him too. They looked into each other's eyes and as they drained the last of their piss into the urinals they leaned in and started making out ferociously. With Travis, their kissing while rare had always been passionate and loving. This kiss was hungry and voracious. Their tongues poked and prodded and their mouths devoured each other. Their dicks were still exposed and hardening as they turned to face each other and started groping the backs of each other's bodies. Just then, the bathroom door swung open again. Brett then remembered he was in public and feared that they'd get beaten for their act of public gayness. As he instinctively stepped quickly away from Patrick's hungry hands and mouth, he realized that it was just one of the club officers making his rounds, "Good night guys, we just called last round downstairs, it's time for everyone to head out." Even in his remarkably drunk state, Brett still realized how amazing it was that he could be caught half naked and groping some guy in a bathroom and that the club officer wouldn't bat an eye. He knew he'd have to come back to this Terrace Fucking Club soon...and often. 




Sex, Drugs, and Princeton Ch. 03



As the club shut down for the night he lost track of the 3 new friends he'd had so much fun with that evening. There were a mass of people leaving at once, and he couldn't find them in the crowd. Once fully clothed again and outside on the porch, Patrick lamented that their encounter had been cut short. Brett agreed that it would have been nice to continue what they'd started, but said there's no way they could go back to his place because of his roommates. It was just then that he thought of Travis for the first time in hours and of the fight they'd had. He longed for his love for just a moment and then agreed to go back to Patrick's place. Patrick, as it turned out, didn't go to Princeton, but was a student at the Westminster Choir College a few blocks away. At first, Brett was amazed to hear that Westminster even existed. He wondered how an entire college could exist in the same town where he'd lived for nearly 4 months without him detecting it. Then he realized that he'd spent most of those 4 months sequestered with Travis, and finally agreed that Patrick probably wasn't making it up. Brett and Patrick walked back to the choir college and talked about the regular "get to know you" stuff. As they crossed Nassau Street and headed toward their destination, Patrick reached down and grabbed a hold of Brett's hand. At first Brett wanted to pull away, but in the end he realized that it felt nice and decided to let his hand be held. He reveled in the fact that he was again doing something so gay in public. As it turned out, not surprisingly, he didn't have to worry about open expressions of gay affection on the choir college campus as many of the talented musicians there were gay (or at least gay-friendly).

Patrick led him by the hand, not to a dorm room but to the 3rd floor of Williamson Hall, the oldest building on the campus, and the one that housed the faculty and administrative offices. Since Patrick worked in the building he had access to a choir room that was quiet and unused at night, and he suggested this space for them to hang out and continue exploring each other. As soon as the heavy wooden door to the room was closed behind them, Brett and Patrick were all over each other again. This time they tore off each other's clothes with wild abandon. Brett was excited to find that Patrick had a chest and stomach that were hairy, just like his. He found this highly erotic and loved the way it felt when their hairy bodies pressed together. They kissed long and deep as their dicks stiffened between them. Patrick broke their kiss and asked, "Can I suck you off?" Brett had never experienced this with a guy before but was glad to answer, "Only if I can suck you too." He couldn't believe what he was saying, but in seconds they were both on the floor lying on their sides with their mouths positioned in each other's crotches. Brett took a deep inhale and breathed in the manly scent from between Patrick's thighs. It smelled musky and sweaty and got him very hot. Patrick started kissing the inner parts of Brett's thighs, tickling his leg hairs with his tongue. Brett followed his lead and started to do the same, slowly working his way up the thighs to the groin. Finally, Patrick brought his mouth just offer Brett's cock. Brett could feel the warmth of Patrick's mouth, but Patrick hadn't closed his mouth around his cock yet. He just held Brett's painfully erect cock in the warmth of his mouth without touching it. Brett strained and moved his hips to try to press deeper into Patrick and feel the soft caress of his tongue on his meat, but every time Brett moved Patrick moved away at the same time, continuing the chase. Finally, when Brett whimpered with anticipation and couldn't take anymore, Patrick gobbled Brett's meat at once, taking all 7 hard inches in his mouth, wrapping his lips around the base of the shaft, and brushing the length of the cock with his tongue. Brett moaned his encouragement and turned his attention to Patrick's dick that was now so hard that the foreskin had peeled back to show his tender pink cock head. Brett followed Patrick's lead and impaled himself on the thick, hard shaft. He swirled his tongue around the crown, exploring for the first time the foreskin. As Patrick bucked his hips and cooed his approval, he started to really work over Brett's meat. He wrapped one hand around the base of the cock and began stroking the length of the shaft with his hand while lapping at the head with his hungry tongue. Brett started to do the same, stroking Patrick's throbbing piece in one hand, exposing the full sensitive tip with each backstroke while all the while tonguing at his slit. The two of them became a writhing mass of sex, moaning more loudly with each thrust as they started seriously fucking each other's mouths with wild abandon. They fucked furiously and in unison and as Patrick filled his mouth, Brett buried his nose in Patrick's hairy nutsack. He loved the pungent way his furry manly parts smelled. Just then Patrick reached down and started to gently press a finger against the rim of Brett's tight virgin asshole. Brett moaned loudly as Patrick slid a finger up and down the crack of his ass, stopping at his pucker to tease his sensitive hole. Brett could see Patrick's hairy ass just past his balls and decided to work his free hand down to Patrick's crease as well. He spread Patrick's meaty ass open and again took a sniff of his manliness as he probed deep within the dark thatch of hair between his cheeks to find his hot, throbbing bud. Brett felt the thick bush around Patrick's cock and balls brush his nose and chin causing his cock to ooze precum, the first sign that he wasn't going to last much longer. As Brett's sweet man juice started to leak out onto Patrick's tongue, Patrick's own balls tightened and he started to fuck Brett's hot mouth in long, steady strokes. He let out a squeal muffled by Brett's full erection as his dick throbbed and he ejaculated the full content of his weighty balls down Brett's throat. Brett greedily drank all of Patrick's seed and with the taste of his manliness on his tongue, he felt his own balls tighten while he returned the favor, filling Patrick's mouth with his cum, his ejaculation so powerful that some of it leaked out of Patrick's mouth and landed in his own bush. They laid there for a few moments, grunting, panting, each with the other's dick in his mouth. As their tired dicks started to soften, Patrick released Brett's manhood and turned his body around to face Brett.

"You're amazing!" he said as he moved closer to kiss Brett on the mouth.

As Patrick drew closer to him, he started to feel dizzy and nauseated and stood up hastily as he said, "I think I'm going to be sick."

Brett stumbled to the third story window, opened it quickly, and threw up all over the side of the building and onto the pavement below.

"Jeez, you ok?" Patrick asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I think I better go." Brett said. "It's late."

"You're sick, let me walk you," Patrick said kindly.

"Nah, I can handle it," Brett said defiantly, wanting quickly to get out of there. He was embarrassed for having just thrown up, confused about the amazing sex he'd just had, and terrified that Travis might find out about it. Reality was setting in.

"No way, I'm walking you. You didn't even know this school existed before tonight. I'm not going to let you stumble around the streets at this hour without knowing where you're going." Patrick really was a good guy and really did like Brett a lot and wasn't about to let it end this way.

"OK, walk me to Nassau. I know my way from there." Brett said coolly.

They didn't say much as they walked back up the hill toward Nassau Street, the main street through town. As they approached the corner Patrick asked if he could see Brett again. Brett didn't know what to do, he'd had a great time, and Patrick had made him feel appreciated. Even the non-sexual parts of their night had felt fun and easy. It felt great to not have to sneak around as he did with Travis. He also knew that his life was pretty complicated right now, he was still totally in love with someone else and he didn't want to drag this nice guy into it.

"Look me up," Brett said as he turned away from Patrick and crossed the street and headed back onto campus. He was the only thing moving in the whole of downtown Princeton as the streetlights blinked their caution yellow and even the Nude Olympics devotees were already in bed. He looked over his shoulder as he was now nearly half a football field away from where he'd left Patrick and he saw Patrick standing there on the corner watching him. He hadn't moved an inch.

Brett stumbled the last few pathways home and as he got nearer to his dorm he noticed that his bedroom light was still on. Had he left it on before he'd gone out? Maybe Travis wasn't home yet. Or maybe Travis was up waiting for him. The last thing he wanted was a confrontation. His head felt like a bowl of Jell-O and he was absolutely exhausted. He'd been drunk for nearly 24 hours. So much had happened tonight that he just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep until dinner time tomorrow. As he walked into the entryway door, all of his questions were answered. He saw Travis walking down the hallway in just a pair of blue boxer briefs. Travis made a bee-line toward him and in the solitude of that quiet, early morning deserted hallway, Travis embraced him hard. It was like he was trying to pull Brett inside of him.

"Where were you?" he asked calmly.

"I was bored. I went out. I met some people and had a few drinks," Brett replied matter-of-factly and leaving out some important details.

"I was worried that something happened to you," Travis said, "I mean if something ever happened to you..." he couldn't finish his thought.

"I'm fine, Trav, nothing is gonna happen to me, let's just go to bed."

And they did. The same bed.