Your feet start you moving after Brian and the others, and they seem to welcome you into their group easy enough, acting like you belong with them. You start learning who they are. Chad and Zane are bothers, one year apart but close enough to be twins, tall and athletic with dark hair. Marco, a Latino hunk, short but well built. Derek, ebony skinned and the most muscular of the group. Chuck, easy to pick out with his flaming red hair, wrestler's build, and slight spare tire from a love of bear. Cody who's a lean blond with a swimmers build. Then of course there's Brian, the leader of the group - brown-haired, powerfully stocky, and obviously the furriest.
They joke and laugh the whole walk back to their frat house, and you find yourself laughing along with them, even inside jokes seem to just make sense to you. You come to the three story house and step inside. It's pretty much what you'd expect from a house were seven guys live. A bit on the messy side, though not filthy. But there's definitely a musky smell that permeates everything. A heavy scent you could only describe as masculine.
You're aware of beers being passed out as things move to the back yard. You find the cold can in your hand, though you can't quite recall which of the frat bros gave it to you. You crack it open an take a sip. You shiver as the cold liquid slides down your throat. Cold, sudsy, bitter and sour with a little sweet. You know this is your first beer, but it's a comforting familiar taste at the same time. You find yourself in a chair around a fire pit, most of the other brothers there as Brian tries to get it lit against the darkness coming in now that the sun is starting to set.
The smell of cooking meat comes from the other side of the patio where Zane and Chad are manning a grill. Your brain feels foggy and sluggish, you feel like you shouldn't be here, but this is exactly where you belong at the same time. You scratch and itch on your chest as you take another swig of beer. Instead of feeling tipsy, the drink actually seems to be clearing your thoughts. You find it easier to follow the conversation, going from hot teachers, to sports, to plans for a beach trip at the end of the summer.
"You should come." Chuck says as he nudges your shoulder.
"Come?" You try to take another sip of beer but your can is empty. You frown at it, but soon a new can is handed to you by a grinning Brian. You pop it and take another swig.
"To the beach. It's great. Cody's family has a private beach house, it's just us guys, the sand, and the ocean. And lots of booze." Chuck laughs.
"Wouldn't miss it." You hear yourself saying. Miss it? Your parents would never let you go on that, but your grinning, eagerly thinking of the trip. You scratch at an itch on your jaw, fingers scraping stubble. Your shirt is becoming uncomfortably tight, besides, it's probably going to start to smell from your drying sweat from the game. You set your beer aside to peel off the shirt, tossing it aside. A few others follow your lead, some were already shirtless.
You lean back in the chair, scratching at your pecs and the bit of curly hair between them before picking your beer back up. Brian reaches out and gives one of your biceps a squeeze. "Not bad, gym's starting to pay off." You blink. Gym? You never hit the gym. Just once in a while.. Every morning since you joined the frat. Brian really got you motivated those first few weeks, showing you the best way to build muscle.
"You think so?" You flex your one arm, letting your bicep and triceps pop.
"Definitely, maybe you'll give Derek a run for his money." Brian quips, others laugh and Derek just snorts. No one was ever going to out-buff Derek. Laughter turns to cheers as ribs finally come off the grill. Conversation gives way to eating and drinking as everyone stuffs themselves. Your beer never seems to run empty, or is it every time it does you find a fresh one being put into your hands. You don't feel drunk, just relaxed and at ease.
Things eventually begin to split up, people wandering off to do this or that until it's just you and Brian sitting at the fire. "Probably best if you turn in for the night."
"I'm fine.." You feel yourself saying as you start to get out of your chair. "I should go home though, the folks are probably worried."
"Home? Your room is upstairs." Brian's voice is soft, but insistent.
You blinks a few times. That's right. You've lived here since you joined the frat. Sure you're a local kid, but you wanted to be with your frat brothers. You get to your feet with a little difficulty. It's not that your drunk, no, just that your shorts are uncomfortably tight. As you stretch out, the button on the front of your shorts snaps off and goes flying.
"Oops.. better watch the beers." You joke, to Brian's laugh. But like most of your frat brothers you don't really have a problem. You have a lean flat stomach with a furry treasure trail down the middle. It may not be a six pack, but the four pack you do have isn't bad. It's just these shorts are way too small. How'd you even get them on?
With a grunt, you push the shorts down over your muscular thighs and step out of them, then do the same with the tighty-whiteys, even those are uncomfortably small. So what if your naked. Your bros have seen you naked plenty of times. You can feel Brian's eyes lingering on you. Jokingly, you reach down and waggle your heavy, floppy cock at him. For a moment it feels alien in your hand. Way too big, much too long and much too thick. You were never impressive down there... It's just your pride and joy. Derek may have the muscles, and Zane may be the tallest, but you know you have the biggest dick in the whole house.
You turn and walk into the house, swaggering more like. No, you never care who sees you naked. You have a hot body and a swinging cock, what's to hide. You find your way to a door you know is yours. There's two beds in the room and you head over to one and collapse on top of the sheets naked, dozing off in a matter of minutes.