A Frat Boy

"YOOOO PYTHON!" The frat boy issued a sportsman-like slap on Alex's left butt cheek. He flinches, nearly dropping his pillow. He turns around and see a 6'4 250lbs giant with a buzz cut in a jersey. "Bro, the game's almost over! You GOTTA check this out, they've been stuck in overtime for HOURS!" Alex is shaking. He can't be over there, he'll be on full display for the whole party. The giant then wraps his arm around Alex's shoulder, which practically makes up half of Alex's body.

"The name's Brandon. Look man, I don't live the same...(burp) lifestyle that you or Tyler live. But who am I to judge? Life is short, and sometimes you just gotta learn to live and let live. Or somethin. I donno man I've had a few of these beers tonight, so I donno what the fuck i'm talking about.... Look, ALL I'M SAYIN, is there's nothin wrong with suckin some dick every now and then. I wouldn't do it, but all power to you, ya know? You just gotta spread your wings and fly my man."

Alex was horrified. How many people at the party knew him now? Did anybody see what happened in the pool? Brandon starts walking towards the living room with his arm still wrapped around him. Alex was powerless to the man 3 times his size, he couldn't escape his grip and was practically being dragged into the room. All he could do was hold onto his pillow for dear life and hope not to make a scene.

They make it to the room and there's about 30 people glued to the TV. Brandon brings Alex through the doorway and they watch the game in the back of the room. Maybe he was safe for now. He couldn't bring any attention to himself in case someone were to turn around and see his exposed state. So he'd have to stay very quiet-

"YO CONNOR! Where we at?" Brandon blurts out, still right next to Alex. A jock on the couch responds:

"It's fourth down and Houston's got the-" As he responds he turns behind him to face Brandon. When he turns around he sees Brandon with Alex. He takes a good look at the nearly naked femboy next to Brandon, his face turns into disgust, and turns back. Alex's face is beet red. Wait, was he getting hard? This is one of the most humiliating experiences in his life, why was he getting turned on right now? Brandon leans over to Alex.

"Don't mind Connor. He's like SUPER straight, you get me? He doesn't understand all that stuff. But don't let that bring you down! Tyler's a lucky guy having a good looking guy like you!" He gives Alex a friendly punch on the shoulder and nearly knocks him over. "I fuck with you man, you're a little weird, but in a cool way. A free spirit. You got bigger balls than me walking around like that."

This is one of the most confusing nights Alex has ever had. He started the night hoping to talk to some girls, to becoming Tyler's nudist plaything. How many people knew about him through Tyler? How long did Tyler have a crush on him? This was too much to handle, he needed to get dressed so bad. He looked back at the doorway and saw a couple other jocks blocking the way. As his head is turned, he feels his little pillow suddenly slip out of his hands. He darts back down and desperately covers with his hands. Where'd it go? He looks back up.