Focused 5

The frat was only moderately crowded on this night in particular. But as luck would have it, it wasn’t long before Matt and Ben were approached by Nick and Jimmy. 

“Hey,” Nick greeted, as they approached.

Matt was about to reply, when Ben cut him off, “Hi Jimmy,” he said smugly. 

“Ben,” Jimmy responded, “dad still an ass?”

“You two know each other?” Matt asked, taken off guard.

“Yeah,” Ben answered, “Jimmy has a problem with watching his mouth. It might just get beat in one of these days.”

Matt and Nick were both surprised to see Ben and Jimmy turn angry so quickly. Jimmy quickly responded, “Go back to your stupid white trash pizza place, douchbag.”

Nick interrupted, “How do you two know each other?”

Jimmy started, “I use to work delivering pizzas for his jackass dad.”

Ben cut in, “Until we fired him for being an ass.”

“You still owe me my last check, fag,” Jimmy almost yelled. The two of them were now drawling attention from the frat brothers. 

Ben took a step towards Jimmy, “Come and get it, shit-eater.”

Jimmy moved forward, just as one of the brothers stepped in front of him. Ben and Jimmy were both strong, but not big; much unlike the group of frat brothers which had quickly surrounded them. 

“No fighting,” one brother stated, “if the cops come we’ll be in deep shit. You two are out of here.” With that two of the brother grabbed Jimmy and started pulling him to the back door, despite his best struggles. Ben decide to go with a slightly classer exit, as he let two brother escort him outside of the front door.

Once they were gone, Matt looked at Nick, “So…”

“I think we had something,” Nick said.

“You’re still friends with him…and sleeping together I assume?” Matt questioned.

“It’s not the same, but it’s better then nothing,” Nick responded, as Matt headed for the front door.

***

Matt and Ben headed back towards campus, Ben was still fuming.

“I really want to pound that kid into a coma,” Ben announced.

“I wouldn’t worry about him,” Matt said, trying to calm Ben.

The rest of the walk was in silence. The cool night air blew against the warm skin of the two boys, as their minds went their separate ways. Ben replayed the confrontation in his mind, adding a more pleasing ending. While Matt’s mind tossed Nick’s words back and forth, over and over.

***

The routine was set. Ben walked into the dorm room and locked the door behind him. 

“Good news,” Ben greeted, “I talked my dad into letting us go and see a movie after tutoring.”

“Oh, okay,” Matt said.

“That means I don’t have to be home until late,” Ben summed up, a huge smile overtaking his face.

“Perfect,” Matt said with a smile, as he walked over to Ben and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.

“Ethan’s visiting his girlfriend until tomorrow, she isn’t coming back until next semester,” Matt informed.

“Poor guy,” Ben responded, “has to travel 300 miles to get some…I only have to walk a few blocks.”

Matt smiled, as Ben continued, “I want to do something kinky, any ideas?”

Matt pondered Ben’s request and then remembered Ethan mentioning a box he kept under his bed. Matt got down on the floor and slide under his roommate’s bed, emerging a few second later with a brown box. Matt opened the lid, and smiled, as he pulled out a clear, thin dildo.

“Hot,” Ben said, immediately stripping. Matt followed, becoming instantly hard as Ben flexed his muscular chest. “Lets see it,” Ben said, laying back on Matt’s bed, “and give me some lube too.” Matt followed orders, as Ben rested his head against the wall as he smeared some lube on the dildo.

Ben lined up the dildo with his hole and quickly forced it in. “Oh fuck,” he gently moaned, as his nose crinkled at the sensation. Matt knelt down to get a better view, as he jerked his hard-on. 

“Oh shit…shit,” Ben moaned as he worked the dildo in and out of his own ass. Ben’s body squirmed as his hand worked the dildo in deeper. “Oh, fuck ya,” Ben moaned, as Matt watched, practically drooling. 

“Fuck me,” Matt moaned, eyeing Ben’s hard rod. Ben’s eyes popped open as he whipped the dildo out of his ass. “Bend over.”

Ben quickly lined up behind Matt, as Matt got on all fours. “Fuck, fuck my ass,” Matt moaned, as Ben shoved his seven inch pole deep inside. It wasn’t long before Ben’s pelvis smacked against Matt’s smooth bottom. The sound of their skin slapping became more and more frequent. 

“Fuck, fuck, ohhhhh,” Matt moaned, barely able to keep his body from sliding over the carpet. 

“What a fucking sweet ass,” Ben moaned, as he jack hammered his cock into Matt faster and faster, “take my fat cock!”

Ben pulled out his cock, just long enough to push Matt down on his back. “Oh Fuck!” Matt yelled, as Ben reentered him. Ben hunched over Matt and thrusted his cock in and out harder. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Ben quietly moaned, as sweat rolled down his face and rock solid chest. His slick cock worked its way deeper into Matt, sending Matt’s head rolling in ecstasy. Matt’s eyes were closed, his mouth open gasping for breath, as Ben plowed his tight hole.

“Ohhhhh,” Matt moaned, “oh shit, fuck me, fuck me.” Ben’s cock was slowly filling and Ben would have been content to blow his load deep inside of Matt, but the next words out of Matt’s mouth stopped Ben cold in his tracks, “Oh yeah, fuck me Jimmy.”

Ben stopped. Matt opened his eyes. Ben was still inside of him, hunched over him, breathing hard…with a look of disbelief on his face.

“What,” Ben started, between breaths, “did you say?”

“It was a mistake,” Matt answered, knowing there was no point in lying.

“You did not,” Ben was slowly becoming angry, “just call me Jimmy.”

“It was a mistake,” Matt insisted as he took a flattery approach, “you’re much better than Jimmy, you’re definitely more hung.”

Ben harshly pushed Matt off of his dick, “You slept with Jimmy?!”

“Umm,” Matt mumbled, afraid of upsetting Ben more. “Kind of?”

“This is unbelievable,” Ben said, standing up. Matt forced a straight face as Ben pulled on his clothes, on top of his rock hard pole. “We could still finish,” Matt offered.

Ben glared at him, “I’m out of here.”

Ben didn’t waste any time, within seconds the bedroom door closed behind him.

***

Matt woke-up the next morning and rolled out of bed. He took a cold shower and headed towards the in-door track. He decided to go early for a change; it was only 6:00am. 

Matt arrived at the track facility and carried his bag into the locker room. He threw his bag on the bench and opened the locker in front of him. Then something caught Matt’s attention. He noticed something lying on the matted locker room floor. Matt turned his head slightly, and realized it was a body. Matt walked over towards it. He wasn’t overly surprised, maybe because finding a passed out drunk was nothing new. But as Matt stood next to the body he couldn’t help but gasp at the sight. 

A pool of coagulated blood had formed around the body. The blood had streamed down from a cut in the center of the guy’s chest. The knife was still deep in his chest. Matt couldn’t help but stare. As if the sight wasn’t enough, the person lying on the floor was someone he knew. It was Jimmy.

Matt knelt down on the floor to get a closer look at Jimmy’s lifeless body. Matt moved in closer and closer until his face was only inches away from Jimmy’s. 

Then Jimmy gasped.

“Fuck!” Matt yelped as he shot up, stumbling backwards. Matt lost his balance and went down hard, smacking his head against a metal locker behind him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Matt exclaimed as he balanced himself and tried to contain his shock. “Jesus,” Matt said more quietly as he caught his breath.

***

“Nine, one, one, what’s your emergency?”

“I’m at the in-door track, in the locker room. My name is Matt. There’s a kid here on the floor, he looks dead. He breathed a minute ago, but I don’t know. He was stabbed. There’s tons of blood.”

“Okay, help is on the way.”

***

Matt sat on the bench, still recovering from the morning. Police circled around him. By the zipped black bag, Matt knew Jimmy was dead. 

“Hey,” a voice said heading in Matt’s direction. Matt looked up to see Ethan. “Are you okay? Holy shit.” Ethan stopped, as he took in the crime scene.

Ethan sat down next to Matt, “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Wow,” Ethan said, “I heard it was Jimmy? He was stabbed?”

“Yeah,” Matt confirmed.

“Wow,” Ethan looked past the body bag.

Matt looked up and followed Ethan’s gaze, he was looking at one of the cops.

“He’s really hot,” Ethan muttered.

Matt shot him a look of disbelief.

“Sorry, not the time,” Ethan apologized.