Free Pledges: Gay Erotic Stories by Shane Allison Page B

basement of the frat house, a brick structure with bars barricading the lower-level windows. Guys danced with girls to music blasting on a loudspeaker, and beer pumped out of a barrel and spilled on the floor. The basement was packed. And yet—like the scene in West Side Story in which Tony and Maria see each other for the first time across a crowded dance floor, bewitched, and the revelers blur into the distance like fog receding into a cave—Tomas and Raf were rooted to their spots at opposite ends of the room, their eyes on nobody but each other.
    Raf could not mistake the look on Tomas’s face. It was the look he imagined on himself when he used to yearn for the older boys in his high school locker room. He had seen that look before on Tomas, but it had been a fleeting look during foosball or a walk to class and so he would dismiss it. Only tonight Tomas was not turning his head away.
    Tomas cut across the basement. Guys parted from their girls to make way. He took Raf by the hand and he said, “Let me show you something.”
    Tomas guided Raf up a flight of stairs to the rooftop. Washington Square below was bustling with listeners surrounding a street violinist. Throngs of people were strolling, rollerblading, and gathering around the fountain that jetted water aiming for the sky. Trees were in full bloom and the sun was beginning to set late.
    The two stood against a cement ledge, contemplating the world around them. Tomas remained holding Raf’s hand. An amber glow cast down upon them. For the first time an awkward silence befell both.
    At last, Tomas took Raf in his arms. Raf did not pull back. They stood motionless for several moments more. And then they kissed.
    Raf had never kissed a boy before. He had never even kissed a girl. Yet what he was doing with Tomas, he did without having to think. It was instinctual, as natural as waking in the morning to live the day ahead.
    They scurried to an alcove located across the rooftop. There they hastily undid their sneakers, dropped their jeans and underwear, and threw off their sweatshirts and T-shirts. Even though the door to the rooftop was on the other side and facing the opposite direction, Raf started to express hesitation.
    “What if someone comes up?” he asked.
“No one will,” Tomas said.
“But…”
Tomas laid Raf down on their clothes. He lay beside Raf,
    spat on a finger and tickled Raf’s anus. Losing himself to this new sensation, Raf placed his head on Tomas’s chest. “Stay right there,” Tomas said. “Listen.”
Thump thump… Thump -thump…
Tomas’s heart pounded a hypnotic drumbeat in Raf’s head.
“But…” Raf began once more.
“Only I have access to the rooftop,” Tomas said. “I got a copy of the door key from the maintenance man. It’s forbidden to be up here.”
“How did you manage that?”
Tomas smiled slyly.
“I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you at the foosball table,” Raf said.
“I know.”
Tomas got up while Raf remained lying. He stood above Raf a man-boy demigod. His penis jutted out like a diving board, hungry for a buddy fuck. His muscles were robust and his skin was the shade of ginger.
This is so what I thought college in America would be like, Raf thought. Where he came from, Americans were notorious for being sexually liberal. Porky’s, Fast Times at Ridgemont High, Animal House —Tomas was proving those films to be no exaggeration. Thank god for that.
Raf got on his knees, grabbed Tomas’s dick. He looked beseechingly up at Tomas. His eyes watered from a mixture of joy and desperation. With the head of his cock, Tomas wiped away a tear that fell.
“I won’t hurt you, Raf,” he said, softly. “I promise I won’t hurt you. You’ve made it this far. You’re a brother now, my brother. Rushing was easy, but staying in… This is the real initiation. I can have you kicked out if you don’t do as I say. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”
It looked as though a bee had stung Raf in the