“Dude, that was a swimmer’s hit.” He grinned at me, nodding. “Bro, I really mean it—that was fucking impressive. And Blair said you only started smoking this summer? Cool. You had to have been a swimmer at some point.”
“No, I don’t know how to swim, but thanks.” I grinned back at him, my eyes watering. I took another swig of water. “Damn, that’s some good stuff.” My head was already starting to float away.
“Yeah.” He nodded. “Water polo players, man, we get the good stuff all the time. One of the guys on the team is from Humboldt, another from Chico, man. That’s where the best stuff comes from, unless you can get some Thai somewhere.” He kept nodding. “So, you definitely gonna pledge, man?”
“Yeah. I kind of like it here.”
“You’re going to fit in just fine.” Rory grinned over at me. He picked up a remote and flicked it at the stereo, and Pink Floyd’s The Wall started playing. “Nothing better for a buzz than some Floyd.”
“Cool.” Everyone liked Pink Floyd at Beta Kappa—sometimes it seemed like something by them was playing somewhere in the house at every moment. I’d never really listened to it before, but I was becoming fond of Pink Floyd. The song playing was “Comfortably Numb,” which was becoming my favorite. It described in music exactly the way I felt when I was stoned. “Can I ask you something? Do you mind? It’s kind of personal.”
“You’re gonna be a brother, man, so sure. Ask me anything.”
“Did you really—” I hesitated. “Did you really do porn?”
Rory threw his head back and laughed. “Man, oh man, did Blair tell you about that? I am going to kick his ass.” He winked at me. “Just one weekend. I spent one weekend in Sacramento making some cash and it’s going to haunt me for the rest of my life.” He shook his head. “You know, this guy comes up to me after a water polo match, and gives me his card. Asks me if I want to make some easy cash. I just put it away, you know, didn’t think nothing of it. Then last summer I was broke and needed to make some money—and I found the card. So I went up there for a weekend, fucked some chicks on camera, and made some money. Is that some crazy shit or what?”
“I think it’s kind of cool.” I shrugged.
“You wanna see?” His eyes lit up. “Nobody around here’s seen it besides me.”
“Seriously?”
“Sure!” He winked at me. “Love to hear what you think of my performance.”
“Um, I’ve never really seen a porn movie before,” I replied, “So I really don’t have a frame of reference.”
“You’ve got to be shitting me! Where are you from, Kansas or something? Dude, porn is awesome! What do you beat off to?”
I didn’t answer that, assuming he didn’t expect an answer. I mean, I seriously doubted he cared what I beat off to—and it wasn’t like I was going to tell him anyway. He grabbed another remote and turned the TV on, muted the sound so as not to compete with the Pink Floyd CD, and then clicked another button. Suddenly, the heavily made-up weeping woman from As the World Turns was replaced by a large-breasted woman in a string bikini and stiletto heels sitting by a swimming pool reading People magazine. A gate in the wooden fence opened, and there was Rory, looking about twenty years younger than the woman, wearing only a pair of baggy shorts. He walked over to where she was sitting, they apparently spoke a few words to each other, and then she unzipped his shorts and started sucking his cock.
My eyes about popped out of my head.
If I thought it was huge when limp, well, it was gigantic when hard.
Almost inhuman.
“They keep calling me, wanting me to do more,” Rory said as he sat back down on the bed. “I guess they like my big ol’ dick. But you know, I don’t need the money, and it would be just my luck to make the Olympic team and then have this come out, you know? Porn always seems to come back to bite you in the ass.”
I glanced over at Rory on the bed. His eyes were transfixed on the screen, and he was stroking himself through his underwear. He looked over at me, and smiled. “It kind of turns me on watching myself, you know? Do you think that’s weird?”
I swallowed, and looked back at the television screen. “Um, no, I don’t. I mean, I guess not. I don’t know if I’d get turned on watching myself.”
“Sure you would! You’ve got a nice body, man.”
“You think so?”
“Sure, man.” He looked over at me. “Really nice, in shape. Good looking too. The little sisters are going to line up to suck your dick, man. That’s one of the benefits of the house you know. The house whores.”
“Um, okay.”
He patted the bed beside him. “Why don’t you come sit over here?”
I took a deep breath and walked over to the bed. This isn’t happening, I kept saying to myself over and over, this isn’t happening. I looked at his crotch. The head of his cock was sticking out through the waistband of his BVD’s. It was big, so big and thick and red. A single clear drop oozed out of the slit.
“You want to help a brother out and suck me off?” he whispered.
You wanted experience—here’s your chance.
“Um…I don’t know…”
“I won’t tell anyone. It’s just between us.” He pulled the waistband down, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. His balls were thick and heavy, and the cock—it had to be eleven, twelve inches long and a minimum of six around.
“I—I—”
“I won’t come in your mouth,” he whispered. “Come on, Jeff, no one will know.”
I sat down on the side of the bed. My entire body was trembling. I leaned over, took a deep breath, and put my hand on it. It was so warm, and Rory moaned a little bit.
“Just suck it, man, put it in your mouth. I won’t tell anyone.”
I closed my eyes and put the head in my mouth.
It tasted slightly salty, sweaty with a slight tinge of chlorine.
Of course it’s chlorine, dumb ass, he’s a swimmer!
I started licking the head.
“Oh, man, that’s nice, Jeff, yeah, keep doing that.”
I started licking it, not really knowing what I was doing. Out of the corner of my eye I glanced at the porn video playing. She was sucking his cock, and if that nasty looking old whore could do it, so could I.
I started moving my mouth up and down on it, but couldn’t get that far.
I looked over at the screen. How the hell was she—
And then I remembered something from a party in Kansas. Two guys were talking about shooting a beer, “You have to open your throat, man, then everything just goes pouring straight down…”
Open your throat.
I focused on an upward movement, and then as I came back down again, I opened my throat and it went down.
“Ooooooh fuck man!” Rory’s hips started moving, and he gripped my hair with both hands.
I found myself getting into it. I loved the taste of his cock in my mouth, I loved the power I had over him. I was controlling this great big hunk of man. I was sucking him off like a pro, and it was the first fucking time I’d ever given a blow job. I began using my tongue, and put my hand around the base to keep it in place. I started moving faster and faster, and then he was pulling my head away, yanking me by the hair, and I was angry.
I didn’t want to stop, goddamnit!
And his entire body arched