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Cocktails, Part X COCKTAILS X By MANNY The meeting was the next day--just two days before the finals started. The vote would be taken, results announced and the initiation ceremony would be a day before we broke up for the summer vacation. I was sure that because of Lloyd, I would not be attending any of the ceremonies. The stand off the other night in the dorm room had deteriorated into a situation where Lloyd had made his dislike of me apparent to all and sundry. That next morning he was up and about early, but did not even exchange the most banal of pleasantries with me. I could see he was livid that his plans for me had failed. I surmised that he had planned a night of raunchy sex--with me as his victim. I knew he would never forgive me and waited for the time when he would strike back. The only saving grace of the whole episode, was that he now studiously ignored me. For me, that night was a revelation as to how I desired Lloyd, but the moment I saw Brooks again, I knew where my heart lay. At lunch, Brooks came into the cafeteria and looked for me. I had given up eating lunch, and was in the library at the time. I was given a message by Charlie that I was to go over to the frat and meet him after dinner. He also added that it seemed pretty urgent, as Brooks appeared to be in a highly agitated state. I knew something dreadful must have happened, as it was unlike Brooks to come looking for me. I knocked at the room door and Lloyd let me in. The music was on loud and there were beer cans lying on the desk. An acrid smell of incense and dope hung in the air, which they had tried to contain with a wet towel at the bottom of the door. Both Brooks and Lloyd were in T's and briefs. I was amazed at this scene because I would have expected them to be hitting the books, whereas, it seemed, they were well on their way to having a good party. Lloyd went back to his chair, and was rocking back and forth with his legs on the desk, and Brooks was at his side sitting astride the seat, with his back to me. Brooks turned to me as I entered, and gestured for me to come and sit down on the mattress that was in the middle of the room. Most of the guys at the frat sleep in their rooms during finals, as they find it more convenient when studying late. Brooks got up and went over to make sure the door had been properly locked. I tried to catch his eye, but he would not look at me. The mood in the room was strained. Nobody talked. I waited. "So this is your whore?" Who the fuck was Lloyd calling a whore? What right did he have to abuse me like this? I tried looking at Brooks, trying to appeal to him to do something, but he pointedly looked the other way. Lloyd swung his legs off the desk and cockily advanced towards me. I was on the floor and he stood in front of me, his basket pointing straight in my face. He looked down at me, and those green eyes that had once fascinated me, had a sadistic inferno flashing out of them. "Strip! You bloody cunt!" "No, please...please ...No." I covered my face with my hands ,as I appealed to Brooks: "Tell him no, please..." Lloyd jerked me up and turned me away from Brooks. I heard Brooks say: "Strip Manny!" That was ominous. My hands were trembling now, as I undid the buttons of my shirt as I began to take my clothes off. I was soon bare-assed, and Lloyd had that lewd look--which a potential buyer gets when he is sizing up a good piece of ass. I tried looking at Brooks, but I was shoved down on the mattress. "On your hands and knees!" I knew what was coming next. The entry was rough and painful. He had not bothered to lubricate himself or me. He ran his hands up and down my body and grabbed me around the chest. He pushed hard in, and his balls slapped against my ass cheeks. It hurt as hell as my mouth went dry and my tongue became thick. I was determined not to cry out and I bit down hard on my lower lip to prevent my making any sound. He started pumping hard. I could feel the momentum gather in his balls, as he tried to split me down the middle. Slowly but surely, the wonderful sensation of getting fucked started creeping over my benumbed mind. Instinctively, I started rocking back on his fucking cock. Very soon I was like a bitch in heat, and he was pumping me like the stud that quenches those insatiable desires. From deep down in me, a moan of both pleasure and anguish escaped through my lips. I rocked back harder as the intensity of the stroking increased. He grabbed my waist and pushed as hard as he could, as he started spewing his juices in me from his throbbing cock. He spent for a long time, holding me down, but finally he pulled his cock out. I saw then that he had only removed his briefs and that his T was soaked through with sweat. He had finally done what he had wanted to do the other night. I felt ravaged and didn't know where to look. He stared stonily at me and at my cock, which was rock hard by now. Streams of precum made their way to the carpet making little shiny pearls before being absorbed into wet dots. Turning to Brooks he said: "C'mon Brooks show me what you cocksuckers do!" Brooks had not moved. Lloyd grabbed him by his T and tried to yank him out of the chair. For a guy who had just had a good fuck, he seemed in a pretty churlish mood. I sat on the mattress, my asshole tingling as Lloyd's cum leaked out of my stretched orifice. Brooks stood up and took his T and briefs off. He did not even have a cockstand. What the fuck was going on! What was I doing in the middle of it? "C'mon pledge, show us how you suck cock!" I buried my face in Brooks' crotch, trying to get a rise out of his cock. I was beyond caring by now. For the first time I was having difficulty in achieving my objective. Normally, he was ready at the snap of my fingers, but now nothing seemed to be happening. Lloyd pushed Brooks aside and thrust his groin at me; mechanically I began to suck at his cock. Lo and behold, it began to harden. Pretty soon it was engorged, and its eight inches were tickling the back of my throat. He pulled out and ordered me to suck off Brooks, who was still soft. I was too busy to notice what Lloyd was doing. I had gripped Brooks by the ass to burrow into his groin ,when I felt Lloyd's hips come in. Brooks jerked his hips forward and threw my mouth off. I saw that Lloyd had grabbed Brooks from behind and probably shoved his cock up Brooks' asshole. The limp cock came to life as Lloyd plunged in and out. Suddenly he pulled away, and seeing me watching them said: What you looking at, you cunt? Want a piece of the action? Give him action Brooks, you'll like it." With that, he forced Brooks on his hands and knees next to me on the mattress. Brooks just lay on the mattress immobile. When I looked at him, he had dazed far away look in his eyes. He did not seem to be registering anything. I thought he was stoned. Something must have happened before I arrived. "Fuck him Brooks!" I don't think Brooks was in any kind of shape to fuck anyone. "Fuck the sonofabitch! What're you waiting for? Fuck him!" Lloyd was getting angry. He yanked me by the shoulders and ordered: "You fuck him! What you looking at?" I glanced back at him, and his eyes had a fanatical gleam in them ,and spittle had collected at the corner of his mouth. I got behind Brooks' ass and without much ado, plunged into the wet hole. My cock slid in and out and I was intent on getting a big load up that clamping ass. Lloyd was standing in front of Brooks' head and tried to get Brooks to suck his cock. But Brooks evaded his thrusting groin. And then the "thump'! Lloyd swung and hit Brooks' kneeling head hard. "You fucking cunt!! Fucking with him?" Brooks collapsed on the mattress, as my cock was wrenched out of his ass. I stood up quickly, unable to understand what the fuck was going on. Lloyd lashed out with his foot and got Brooks on the side of the head. Lloyd was furious at something, and he went at Brooks again. Brooks was lying cowering on the mattress. Something snapped in me. I stepped forward, and before Lloyd could have another go at Brooks, slammed my fist into the solar plexus with everything that I had. There was a "whump!" and whooshing of air as I winded Lloyd. God's feet were made of clay, as he fell in a heap on top of Brooks. I towered over him, ready for another blow. The worm had finally turned. "I'll get you for this, you bastard!" he croaked. The tableau on the mattress had not changed as I got dressed. Brooks then slid out from underneath Lloyd and stood facing me. Lloyd was still lying winded on the mattress. Then things started happening fast. Brooks pushed me as I was struggling to get my pants on. I stumbled and fell, hitting my head on the side of the chair. "Why did you hit him?" "Because he was hitting you." "Sooo...?" "Whaddya mean sooo....?" "Oh get the fuck out of here you fucking whore!" "...What's the matter with you, you ok?" "I said get the fuck out of here." "But you called me..." "Get out!" "...But you called me. Please Brooks...what've I done?" I was shaken up now, and tears had welled up in my eyes. What was going on? I had tried to protect Brooks and he was turning on me like I had done something wrong. From the mattress Lloyd said: "Let him go. He'll find others to fuck!" I turned imploringly to Brooks, and begged: "I'm sorry...but please tell me its ok..." "Get out you cheap fuck!" He came forward and for no rhyme or reason whacked me across the face. I was crying now as he shoved me to the door. "Get out!" I turned around and faced Brooks who looked furious. I felt I was going to lose him forever. Why was he so angry anyway? What could I possibly do to make it all right? "What the fuck did you do on pledge night?" Jesus H. Christ! Lloyd had told him! "No, no...I was forced." "Drunk more like it." "Yes, I was drunk..." "So you fucked him?" The "him" had by now put on his briefs ,and was lying on the mattress on the floor watching these proceedings. "What do you mean fucked him? He fucked me first...you think I forced it?" "Listen you turd, I don't care who forced what. I'm going to black ball him, and then I'm going to black ball you." How could he black ball Lloyd? What was the fuck face talking about? "Who you going to black ball?" "You, you fuckhead!" "...And who?" "Steve...that...that...fart head!" "What?! I've never fucked Steve!" He hit me right in the mouth. I thought he had broken my front teeth. I tasted blood! He came at me again and hit me hard, very hard, on the side of my head and followed up with a punch to my stomach. It hurt like hell and I was on my knees. "You're a liar Manny...ask Lloyd." Lloyd finally spoke: "Let him go, Brooks...he's not worth it." I had felt my teeth. Thank God they were ok. How would I have explained it if they were broken? Mom...Dad? I was still trying to catch my breath, when I heard Lloyd telling Brooks to let me go. The bastard was a troublemaker, out to get me. "Brooks, don't hit me...I can explain..." I thought he was going to hit me again. His face was flushed and contorted like that of someone having a fit. There was blood all over my shirt. I was bleeding like a tap. He had cut the inside of my lower lip. I think the blood frightened him. Lloyd again interjected: "Throw him out! What're you waiting for?" "No, he's bleeding. Wait Manny." Brooks threw me a towel, hanging on the closet knob. I stanched the blood flow with it. I didn't want to look at Brooks because I had already admitted to him that I had fucked. I could not understand why he was so angry. After all, Achmed had fucked him in front of my eyes. It was in the past...done and over with...big deal. "Wait, I'll get some ice from downstairs." Brooks was going downstairs, leaving me with alone this monster? "No, it's ok." "No, I'm going." Brooks put on a pair of shorts and left the room. The door had closed ,and I pretended to study the weave of the carpet. "Listen you fuck, you tell Brooks about that night and I'll kill you." "Why did you tell him anything?" "Oh shaddup! Why don't you just leave?" "He called me!" "Shithead, I told him to call you." "Why?" He could not answer because Brooks was back with ice in a glass. He handed the glass to me and I started daubing ice on my lip. With the ice water in the glass, I tried to clean up the blood on my shirt as best as I could. "Let me have a look at it." "No." "Oh c'mon Manny, don't be stupid." Fucker hits me and then says, "don't be stupid"? Tears of rage filled my eyes as I started getting angry with both these bastards. "You hit me ever again and I'll..." "Ok, ok, I'm sorry. Let me see." He pulled my lip down and looked at it. Sorry! My ass! He thought he could get away by just saying he was sorry? This was the second time he had done this--hit me for nothing. "It's not bad...who'd you fuck?" What the hell was he worried about who I had fucked after what they had just done to me. I just kept on daubing my lip, which had now become twice its normal size. Small mercy that he had not hit me on the nose. "I'll fuck anybody I want to." I thought he was going to hit me again, so I dropped the towel with ice and covered my face waiting for the blow. It never came. "Who'd you fuck?" This was becoming monotonous. What could I answer him? "I want to go." "Who'd you fuck?" I stood up with the towel. I had stopped bleeding now. I was not going to get hit again. If he tried anything, I was going to give it back to him. What was this shit? "You leave and you'll never comeback. Who'd you fuck?" What was I to do? I could not bear the thought of losing him and when he said that, I thought that the life was being choked out of me. I was desperate. I had to salvage my relationship with Brooks at all costs--even if it meant that Lloyd would end up killing me. Lloyd was watching me from the mattress. I thought I saw a look of alarm in his eyes. The bastard was finally squirming. "Since he seems to know everything, why don't you ask him?" I said pointing at Lloyd. "Whaddya mean?" "Ask him!" Brooks looked at me stupidly. He first looked amazed. He then looked bewildered. He finally caught on. He looked astonished. He looked at me first and then at Lloyd. He looked at me again, a questioning look, and my silence said it all. His face was really flushed. Lloyd spoke up: "He's lying!" "He's not said anything!" "Brooks, I tell you he's lying--he'll say anything." "He only said to ask you...so I'm asking you now!" "Cut it out Brooks!" "You told me that he asked you if he could use the room and you gave him the key...am I right?" "Yeah he did...I gave him the key...ask him?" Brooks looked at me. The fog was clearing from his mind. I could see his eyes looking sharp as I kept my silence. He continued: "You said that when you came up and opened the door he and Steve were here...am I right?" "Yeah...they were here." "You didn't knock?" "Why should I, it's my room?" Brooks had baited the trap and now he snapped it shut. "It's my room too, and I had my key. You can't open the door from outside without a key and, if your key was with Manny...how'd you open the door?" "Listen you asshole, I'm not one of...I'm not going to answer you...What the fuck is this?" "What did you do to him?" "Fuck off!" "What did you do to him asshole?" God was on his feet. God was shaken. God was quaking in his briefs. Lloyd looked defiantly at Brooks. "If you must know, I fucked the shit out of your boyfriend...he really liked it...better than you can ever give him...ask him!" "What?" He looked surprised, but I am sure he had expected something like this. He marched towards Lloyd and I thought he was going to clobber him. I wanted him to, and after all Lloyd had just clobbered and kicked him too. The drama was unfolding and I was the silent spectator. For the first time that evening, I was beginning to enjoy myself . I forgot about my lip. They were in the middle of the room squaring off against each other. I was frightened for Brooks, because Lloyd could do some damage if provoked. "You bastard!" Brooks spat out at him. "Look man...what's he to you? He's just trash! This is not worth it." Brooks whirled around and advanced. My enjoyment was not very long lasting. "You fucked with him?" What could I say that he did not know already? I just nodded. I felt dirty. He grabbed me by the shoulders and threw me on the door. The knob hit my left kidney and the pain knifed through me. In spite of my earlier warning he came at me. I was ready, but I knew then, that I could not do anything. I knew I could not hit him back--could never hurt him--no matter what. "No Brooks...please..." He stopped. He glared at me. "Get out! Just get out! Just get out!" His face had distorted. He was enraged. He was also crying. The tears rolled down his face as he shoved me towards the door. Why was he crying? I quickly opened the door and slipped out. Better to leave the two of them to have it out alone. I quickly ran to the end of the corridor, and used the fire escape to leave the frat house. My shirt had blood all over it and my lip was really swollen now. I did not want any one in the frat to see my condition. How the hell was I going to get back into the dorm? What was I going to tell Charlie? I hoped that he had gone to the library or some other room. But my lip? I would have to think up some plausible excuse. Shit! The finals were about to start and I had to get some work done. I walked around campus mulling over the events of that evening. The whole drama was insane. First Lloyd beating up on Brooks, and then Brooks beating up on me. What the fuck had happened out there? Why had I been called over so urgently? What was Brooks acting so holier than thou for? So we fucked around--big deal. This was college and no one was married to no one. I mean look at Larry and me--no questions asked. Oh shit! Larry! I did not want to think any more. I went back to the dorm. Charlie was very much there. He looked up as I entered and his owl eyes enlarged as he saw me in the light. "What the fuck happened to you?" "I was horsing around...at the frat...ran into a door." He leveled his gaze at my face. Very evenly he asked me: Did you see the counselor yet Manny?" Nothing escaped Charlie. The meeting was held the next day. Lloyd did not blackball either Steve or me. In fact the only thing he did was to ball me! There was a general jubilation in the house at this first rite of passage. Since it was the finals, I spent very little time at the house, being immersed in my books. I had not exchanged a word with Brooks since that evening, and somehow strangely felt the better for it. Every human being has a limit, and my limit had been crossed that evening. I now realized that the time had come to salvage whatever little self-respect I had left. I did not need any counselor to tell me that! To be continued... marionette@mailcity.com .