>Parties were always a somewhat uncomfortable affair for you. You enjoyed hanging out with friends, and could even stand clubs, but tonight you found yourself sipping bitter moonshine and hanging out in the corner of the frat house's kitchen.
>You'd come with "friends", but they ended up ditching you. You didn't know them well at all, but you jumped at the chance to get into a party at this particular frat.
>The reason why was the guy chilling on the couch with a bunch of lovestruck girls surrounding him, strumming a song on his guitar and humming.
>His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be off entirely in a world of his own. His aloof nature was one of the many, many reasons you were attracted to him. The other reasons included seeing him in your film lectures, and playing on the football team when you walked past the field. One time, you got daring enough to run into the locker room as the team were coming in, claiming you'd forgot something, and even managed to see him shirtless.
>God, you wanted to smash your face into his pecs.
>Your mind focused on the image of Tox's bare chest, you hadn't even realised you'd drifted off into your own fantasy until a loud slam next to you shocked you awake.
>Looking up, you could see Tox himself looking down on you, eyes looking focused. It wasn't much different from his normal, relaxed expression, but his eyes gleamed with intention.
>"Yo." He said, calmly, his voice betraying nothing as he continued to stare straight into your eyes. You were nervous, and could feel a bead of sweat drop down your forehead as he leaned in a little further. "You're coming with me, dude."
>He said it as calmly and relaxed as ever, but it was clearly an order. With no resistance, his hand moved to your shoulder and pushed your forward, before he guided you away from the party and up the stairs. Numerous doors with various ties, shoes, signs, and pretty much anything you could tie around a doorknob were present, as Tox lead you to the one near the end of the hall.
>As you were walking, and he slowly took the lead, your eyes couldn't help but wander towards him. He was wearing a varsity jacket with the frat's symbol on it, a grey tanktop with some punk band's logo, a pair of shorts, and sandals. It was pretty warm out, to be fair. Still, you had some hatred directed towards the jacket. He had nice, bulky arms, after all.
>Eventually, he lightly pushes you into his room. It's a little messy, but clearly well lived in. An electric guitar sits on his desk chair, and he has a large CD collection. Textbooks sit in small piles, and his bed notably has a few extra pillows than a single would normally. It was almost big enough to be a double, really, but not quite there.
>You look back, and notice him grabbing a tie from a crumpled suit on the floor. You think back to how yesterday was some frat meeting or something, that had lead to tonight's party. As Tox ties the tie around the doorknob, you can feel your heart beating faster as you gulp.
>As soon as the tie is secured, Tox throws the door shut with a little more force than necessary, and locks it. He seemingly pays no attention to you and makes straight for his bed, kicking off his sandals and letting his jacket drop to the floor.
>He throws himself onto it, armed raised and hands by his head, as he spreads his legs apart and relaxes. After a few seconds of you doing nothing but just stand there, he opens one of his eyes and squints at you. "Get going, dude. Had a long day." He says, with a sigh. You're still confused, and ask what he means.
>"You're not slick, ya know." He says, winking, a smug smirk on his face. "I know you've been checkin' me out. Been checkin' you out myself, after all. It's kinda cute how you think I never noticed." His words immediately make you feel like you're blushing. And also make you feel like dying, to be completely honest.
>"Been a rough couple of days. I could do with some R&R. Cute guy like you's into me, and I could do with a cute guy going down on me. So, you gonna be good for me, pretty boy?" He asks, adjusting himself into a slightly more comfortable position, and exposing the line of his cyan boxer briefs.
>You slowly make your way towards him, before he tuts at you. "Make yourself comfy, dude. Lose the clothes. You can keep your undies on for now, though." You immediately oblige, getting your shirt stuck around your head as you attempt to force everything off, hearing him chuckle as you do so. You feel like a complete idiot right now, but the temptation of getting to get close to Tox is too much. A small part of you thinks this must be some kind of joke or dream, but your dick's already at full attention and piloting your brain - - a fact Tox takes notice of. "Damn, hard already? Heh, nice."
>With your clothes now in a heap on the floor, you nervously climb onto the bed, and look down at Tox relaxing. He lazily flickers his eyes up at you, and seeing that you need some guidance, grabs your hands and pulls them towards his stomach. He slides them under his tanktop, and moves them up towards his chest. "Get rubbing, dude." He says, and you're more than happy to oblige. A satisfied moan escapes his mouth as he kicks back, enjoying your chest massage. His pecs are firm, and feel better than they did in all your fantasies, and you find yourself playing with his nipples, which illicts a soft grunt from him.
>"Fuck, you're getting into this, huh?" He smirks again, the look on his face making your heart pound even faster. He pushes you away lightly before pulling off his tanktop, and you take the moment to confirm that yes, a sizeable bulge has appeared in his pants. Without even thinking about it, you reach for his shorts and attempt to tug them down, which immediately makes him jolt forward and push you down on the bed.
>Tanktop left discarded, the shirtless mon looks down at you in silence, pinning you by your shoulders, his shorts exposing his black and cyan checker patterned boxer briefs, and the large bulge they're hiding. "Frisky, huh?" He says, leaning into you, as he expertly manoeuvres his hips and legs to slide his shorts off, keeping his grip on you. "Cute, pretty boy. Cute, but bad."
>With that said, he begins to grind his crotch against yours, both of your bulges being separated by the layers of fabric, and feel the wetness of pre already begin to leak from your dick. Tox slides his head down towards your neck, and plants a gentle, but wet kiss.
>"Bad boys don't get off scott free, ya know." He says, leaning closer to your ear as his hands slide down to your chest. "You ready to make it up to me, dude?"
>You can only nod as he chuckles, before letting him have his way with you.