All hail the frat house.
I’ve never thought I’d enjoy any part of that lifestyle, I gotta say. I got to college, found my little group of friends, ate in the dining hall. Nothing crazy. My freshman year roommate, Rufus, joined a frat halfway through the year, so I had to bear witness to stupid hazing rituals. Him being called to go stand naked in the snow in the middle of the night, not being allowed to shower (that sucked), stupid nicknames and stupider guys.
I guess I found other ways to shake away all that desire to grow up everyone gets in college. With the room empty half the time and the cash for things like deodorant and ramen quickly funneled into the beer fund, I tried camming. I was nervous as all hell but I figured that if Rufus could lie down in the snow with his dick out, I could whip it out on camera. I never thought I was anything special – a cute toned lynx, sure, but I was never one of those ultra-masculine fratty boys I thought people wanted to see.
Turns out, I was exactly what people wanted to see.
My specialty is being a softer frat boy, so to speak. I have this old beer flag up on the wall Rufus didn’t want anymore and a bunch of Buchanan University merch I pepper myself with. I have abs if I flex, nice muscles if I try to show them off, but I’m more pretty than hot and more approachable than untouchable. Nobody knows I’m not a frat boy, even if I’m moaning “bro” under my breath as I rub my nipples.
It’s sort of my side gig now. I do it Friday and Saturday nights for a few hours. It helps that I got a single in the building with the thick walls. Once I’ve done my compsci problem sets and I’ve crumpled up the discrete structures homework and thrown it away, I sit at my desk and start the show. I’ve got a good few regulars who always pitch in a couple of dollars and a lot of people who pop in for a few minutes. It pays much better than getting an on-campus job at the mailroom or whatever. Definitely much better than whatever is going on with the CS industry right now.
Today’s kind of weird. All of my professors scheduled the midterms a week early so we wouldn’t be overwhelmed this week (good job, guys), which means that my schedule is wiped clean this week. The frat boys are having parties all midterms week, even on Wednesday when I feel like nobody would want to party.
Rufus invited me to today’s party, actually. Normally I would never ever ever say yes. I am way too socially anxious to do something like that, nevermind how I would be thinking about all the work I need to do the whole time. Today, though, I can’t help but be interested. I’ve spent so much time roleplaying being a frat boy, why not go out and try it for a little bit?
I spend thirty minutes separating the cum-soaked school clothes I have from the clean ones and assemble an outfit from there. Backwards cap, BU hoodie, brown shorts. I’m a frat boy as good as the best.
When I arrive at the frat house, I stand on the grass in awe. There it is. As much roleplaying as I’ve done, I’ve never actually been to a frat party. My heart starts pounding right there. There’s already guys wrestling in the front yard, beer cans strewn about, a couch on the ceiling that girls are sitting on. According to Rufus’s text, it was a darty that turned into a narty, whatever that means.
Thankfully, nobody corners me and outs me as a fake frat boy. I’d like to think it’s because of the outfit but it’s probably just because that isn’t a thing that happens at parties. My mind is going at a million miles a minute running through all of the things that could happen. I could walk in on people having sex. I don’t even like the taste of alcohol. Someone might be into camming porn and recognize me. Holy shit. That better not happen.
I barely get through the doors before I have to find a bathroom to calm myself down in. I lock the door and splash my face with water. If I can get on a camera and have a hundred people watch me jerk off, I can handle a little social interaction. “You’re okay,” I tell myself. “You got this. You’re okay.”
I check Rufus’s Instagram, the most reliable way to find him. As of five minutes ago, he was in the basement playing beer pong. Before that, he was near my building, actually. I laugh at it. That’s all I have to do to fit in. Play beer pong and eat pizza. Easy peasy.
I stalk around the house looking for the basement. It takes opening a few doors until I find it – thankfully, I don’t walk in on anyone having sex. It’s a smoke-filled room with a low ceiling, the red light strips and loud rap music making it seem hard to even get to the other side. My heart starts racing when a bunch of frat boys start cheering for someone. I think it’s me, somehow, but it’s definitely not. I slip into the room and awkwardly walk around until I spot Rufus eating a slice of pizza.
His doggy face lights up when he sees me. He speaks with an unaware loudness that only a drunken frat boy could. “DUDE! LANE! FUCK YEAH!”
“I made it,” I say, sticking out my arms. My sweaters are big for cuteness effect but I feel like I just look like a baby right now. “Hi.”
“Love the outfit. You look like a real frat boy.”
“Thanks.”
“Dude, have you gotten any beer in you yet?”
“No, um… not yet…”
He hands me his red Solo cup. “Drink up, bro.”
I laugh. “Thanks…”
“No, really.”
I take a little sip – it’s so fucking gross. I pretend to take a swig then hold it by my side. Hopefully he doesn’t see the look on my face. “Bro,” I try.
“Bro.” He laughs drunkenly. “I’m glad you got out here. I missed you, bro. You’re a great roommate. The guys here suck. I mean they’re my best friends in the world but they fuckin’ suck, man.”
“Thanks, dude.” Somehow, that makes me the most anxious out of all of it. Staring at the dog in front of me, so sincere but so manly at the same time, shirt off and sweat dripping down his chest, I don’t like it. I’m never going to be a frat guy like him.
“Yeah.” A few of his buddies wave at him from the other side of the room and he smiles back. “We’re gonna go drop ping pong balls in Angie Gallagher’s cleavage and see if they stick. You wanna come?”
Okay, I think it’s my time to go. Get me the fuck out of here. “I think I gotta… um… get out of here.”
“It’s only 9, bro. What could you be getting to? Hot date with your left hand?”
“Ummm… no…”
“What, do you still have midterms?”
“No no no, I did them already.”
“Then what do you have to get to?”
I blank. What the hell do I have to get to?
“Dude, what is up your butt?”
“I’m gonna go.”
“Okay,” he says. “Thanks for stopping by, man.”
I scuttle back to my room, happy to be breathing fresh air instead of smoke and other people’s breath. There’s a package in front of my door. That’s a little odd, I think, since normally you pick them up from the mailroom. Maybe someone got mine by accident? I pick it up and bring it in.
I don’t know what it is. I didn’t order it. I run through all of the possibilities where it’s something fucked up and I’m dooming everyone in my building, but eventually I decide to open it.
A big blue dildo. I laugh when I pull it out.
There’s a note on the receipt – “From your biggest fan!”
I turn it over in my paws. For all the camming I’ve done, I’ve never actually used a dildo before. It’s bigger than all the guys I’ve been with. I whack it against my arm a few times and instantly get a boner. Maybe I should go test it out.
I stuff it under my sweater and wash it off in the public sink, praying that nobody walks in. Back inside, I shimmy off my shorts and throw my cap on my bed. I grab the lube that was in the package and sit down at my desk.
It’s a Wednesday and I haven’t announced I’m going to be camming, but I get on the site anyway. I figure if I’m going to test it out, I might as well let other people watch too.
A few people trickle on. @buchanandog always gets on my streams even if he never types anything. I give him a little shoutout.
“Hey dudes,” I say, getting into my frat boy persona. “Got a gift in the mail from one of you, so I figured I’d test it out today. A little surprise for y’all.” I present it to the camera like I’m doing an infomercial, deliberately positioning myself so they can see my butthole. I shake my tail around a little bit. “Never used anything like this before. Nice and big too. I bet this’ll feel good.”
One person asks me to put it in my mouth, so I do. I give it a little lick at the tip, then tease putting it in my mouth with a few more licks before pushing the whole thing in there. I push it against my throat and in, turning the chair 90 degrees so they can see the way it makes my throat bulge. I keep it in there for as long as I can, my cock twitching in pleasure, then pull it out. “Fuck, man. Mmm, that’s fuckin’ nice.”
@buchanandog asks me if I know who got the dildo for me – I figure that means he got it.
“Someone who loves to see me play with my ass,” I say. I hold it up next to my face and move in close to the camera. “Big, huh?” I ask. “You think I can fit the whole thing in me?”
There’s an excited verve in the chat, people practically begging me to push it inside of me. I try to hold out a little longer but I get a fifteen dollar donation and get too excited to not do it. I try to keep a straight face as I lube it up and push it in.
“Fuuuuck,” I end up moaning. “That’s fuckin’ good…”
I start monologuing as I’m wont to do, pushing the dildo all the way into me. “I was at a frat party before this…” I hit the base faster than I expect and moan in delight. It feels good being pushed all the way up there. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about you guys. I had to get the fuck out of there.” Not technically untrue. “And what a nice gift that was waiting for me. Fuck, bros.”
I like pushing the thing deep in me and pulling it back out. It’s nice having complete control over it, unlike being with someone else. I lean back in my chair and settle into a nice place. I lift my sweater up and start to jerk myself off with my free paw.
@buchanandog sends another message. “I got that for you.” I smile in delight. Nice to know I got fans who like me enough to send me gifts.
I stare at his username. @buchanandog. I always figured that he made the account just to watch me, which is why my college was in the username. Poking around his account a while ago confirmed that I’m the only streamer he watches.
“You like watching this lynx fuck himself, huh?” I ask through grunts. “Thanks, man.”
“I see why you had to leave the party.” He adds. “Get something up your butt.”
That reads weird to me, but I can’t pinpoint why. I keep jerking myself off and pushing the dildo into me faster and faster – the desire to think about anything else but that quickly fades away. I moan louder and louder as I get closer to orgasm, drawing it out as long as I can. I don’t even need to use my hand, just the toy. I try to grunt out a message about how I’m gonna cum, but I’m enjoying it too much to put it into words. I close my eyes tight and let out streams of cum down my dick, pooling at my balls. It feels fucking awesome.
But as soon as I finish cumming, as soon as the clarity hits my brain and I can think straight again, I sit up in my chair. “Get something up your butt,” and “I see why you had to leave the party.” The username. The compliment on the outfit. Him being near my apartment earlier. The anonymous gift left at my door.
“Rufus?”
“Frat boy like the rest of us,” @buchanandog types. “Come to more parties. I like you there.”