Timestopper Ch. 06: Rush

"I used to swim, but I haven't for a couple years. Been going to the gym a good bit, done a little climbing."

"Sweet," Dion said, "we should go climbing together sometime."

"Fuck that," Brian said, "what you should do is come out to frisbee practice this week. Super chill but we'll get you moving, it's mostly just an excuse to get drunk and play some grab ass."

"Hot," Zach said without missing a beat and was pleased to see the guys took it as the joke he meant as they burst into laughter.

An alarm sounded on Dion's phone and he downed his whiskey before standing at the balcony looking over the yard. He stuck his fingers in his mouth and gave a loud whistle. "Gentlemen!", Dion yelled, his voice obviously well trained from the theater as the whole crowd went silent, "We're moving to stage 2. Throw out your drinks and head to the basement."

A bunch of brothers started putting out the fire with buckets of water while the mass of freshmen started making their way back inside.

"Go on freshman, get down there," Zach heard Brian bark behind him, and with a quick smile to the group of upperclassmen Zach rushed down the stairs and made his way into the crowd heading into the house and towards the sounds of a thumping bass coming from below.

The inside of the house didn't look too different than any other college housing except for the pictures of pledge classes lining the walls, but as they headed downstairs to the basement it started to feel like a party. The ceiling was low and the lights were dark with flashing neon lights going across the room synced to the music. There were about a dozen plastic tables set up around the room. As they walked through the door brothers would hand them a new drink, this time some greenish yellow cocktail filled to the brim of a solo cup.

Zach was actually near sober as the freshmen funneled into the basement, he'd barely had any of his beer as Dion showed him around the frat and it'd been a minute since he was tipsy in his dorm. "Sig chi has the best jungle juice," Zach heard a nearby freshman say, "and it'll get you wasted, it's like 80% everclear and popov and cheap gin." Zach took a sip and was surprised to find it didn't taste that bad, a little bitter but nowhere near the bite or cloying alcohol flavor of even the vodka cranberry juice he'd had earlier that night.

Once the guys were all in the basement Zach heard Dion on a microphone from the front of the room: "alright freshmen, everybody's gonna get paired up with an upperclassman brother and we're having a beer pong tournament. Now we don't want any pussy sipping, in this house if somebody sinks a ball on you you fucking show then some respect and gulp that juice, right?"

There was a chorus of cheers from the frat brothers and a few of the freshmen joined in.

"Losers have to finish their drinks, but don't worry we got plenty more for ya. And if you need a refill speak up we got our sophomore bros going around with pitchers, if we catch you playing with an empty cup the penalty is you've gotta shotgun a natty. Oh and for the winning team, the coveted world champion sigma chi pong belt!" Dion held up what looked like a kids toy wrestling champion belt to cheers and jeers. "Ok brothers, find your freshman and let's get started."

The guys dispersed around the room and went to different tables. Zach was trying to make eye contact with an upperclassman to get a partner but wasn't having any luck, till he felt an arm on his shoulder, "You're all mine bud," Dion said pulling him close to him as he led them to an open table. Zach felt his dick twitch as he tried to hide how much he was swooning at the embrace.

"Have you played pong before?" Dion asked.

"Nope," Zach said embarrassed.

"It's no big deal, I didn't till college either," Dion said as he picked a pong ball out of a cup, "You want to make sure you get a good angle on it, and don't be afraid to use your knees." Dion bent his knees and threw the ball in a perfect arc square into the center cup of the six cup pyramid.

"Doesn't count," the senior frat brother across the table called out, "we haven't squared off yet. And you got the bitch cup, D, you should take a drink out of principle."

"Fair enough Jack," Dion said and he raised his glass to his lips but stopped when he looked at Zach, "Bros drink together on the same team dude," he said raising his cup to Zach. Zach chinked his solo cup against Dion's and took a gulp. *That's way too easy to drink,* he thought as he set the cup down on the edge of the table and Dion slapped his back in approval. "Alright Zach, you're up," Dion said as Zach squared off across the table with the effeminate freshman he'd briefly met outside, "hold eye contact and on the count of three let 'em loose," Dion said as he and Jack started counting.

At 2 Zach slipped a hand in his pocket, froze time and proceeded to practice. He was really bad at it, it took him nearly 20 times before he got any cup at all, and probably a hundred before he was hitting them consistently, but he did start hitting them consistently. Once he was comfortable with his pong skills Zach decided to take advantage of his powers and take a look around the room. When he went to the other side of the table he was surprised to see that the the theater kid's (up close Zach could see his name tag read Austin) partner Jack, a super tall guy with a bit of pudge but who carried it well, had his crotch pressed against Austin's back, and Zach realized that the little lip bite the boy was making may've been more than just concentrating. Zach walked around the room, laughing at the almost gorilla like faces the guys were making as they were yelling and laughing and throwing. There was plenty of eye candy around the room, but Zach was drawn back to Dion.

He'd been checking him out all night but now he could really feast his eyes. He was around 6' tall, the muscles on his forearms and calves were well defined, and his skin was a beautiful light olive color and smooth but his cheeks were a light red. He looked a bit ridiculous with his mouth caught around the "two" but damn did Zach just want to slip his dick between those lips. Zach checked out his bubble butt again shown off great in his tight shorts, and then he took a closer look at the front and damn did Dion have a bulge. Zach let his hands trace the outline of Dion's cock following it down his thigh and he could've sworn Dion was nearly as big as Zach was. He wanted to do more but he also didn't want to freak Dion out when he started time back up, after all he already made one guy jizz in his pants. "Fuck why do you have to have a girlfriend," Zach whined.

Zach got back into position and restarted time, and on the count of three he sank his ball right in the first cup while Austin's went bouncing across the room. "Nice" Dion said as he chased after the ball. As he came back Zach caught him trying to subtly adjust himself in his shorts. The two of them took turns taking their first shots and they both got a cup, which meant the balls came right back as their opponents took their drinks. Then they both shot again, and again they got both cups. Jack groaned as he and Austin took another drink. "On fire," Dion called out as the balls were sent back. They both threw their ball at the last cup at the same time, and they sank it one after another.

Dion and every frat bro who could see it started hollering, "fucking shutout on the first table!" Dion yelled at Zach as he gave him a high five, "finish off your drink," he said pointing to Zach's cup and then the four guys all started downing their drinks to chants of "chug chug chug." Their opponents had already had a good bit of their drinks and finished quickly, and Dion was an old hand at chugging and wasn't long after, but it took Zach a minute to force down the jungle juice. They kept chanting just for him though, and when he finally finished and thrust the cup down on the table with a burp they burst into cheers.

Then the chanting became "Bitch lap! Bitch lap! Bitch lap!" And Jack was whispering in Austin's ear and they started stripping in the middle of the room. The frat bros kept chanting and Dion got Zach to join in, and once the two guys were in their birthday suits they ran a lap around the room holding their hands over their dick and balls to whoops and catcalls from the other guys. When they made it back to the table and started getting dressed again the room cheered. Jack looked totally unbothered but the freshman was blushing fiercely, even if he couldn't help but grin. Zach could see him struggling getting his tiny erection into his tight jeans.

Dion called a sophomore over to refill his and Zach's cups, "No pressure but if we get shut out that's the bitch lap," Dion laughed, "Also I think you must be a fucking hustler or the luckiest dude alive cause god damn what a set."

"Guess I'm a natural," Zach said and Dion gave him another high five as they moved on to their next opponents.

They didn't shut out anyone else, but they did win their next two matches pretty handily. In their third match the Junior they were going against sank his ball in Zach's jungle juice he'd set on the table which meant Zach had to chug the whole thing, and at that point he was fucking hammered and loving it. He couldn't help but sway his body to the music and his head was spinning but somehow he kept on standing, enjoying Dion periodically helping him square up with the table. He could've sworn Dion enjoyed it too, as he let his body press against Zach's from behind and held his arm a little longer than necessary to help him aim, but it was only for a second and then Dion would go right back to just being a bro among bros. For Zach's third drink though Dion cut the jungle juice with half natty light, "Don't need you going to the hospital bro," he said as he handed it to Zach with a fucking magnetic smile.

As teams dropped out the brothers took away the extra tables, till eventually it was just the whole frat surrounding Zach and Dion going against Brian and Rich. Rich and Zach were both swaying on their feet, but Dion and Brian looked nearly sober, maybe a bit flush but then it was hot in the crowded basement. Rich and Zach both missed their opening shot and then Brian and Dion squared off, Brian nailing his shot while Dion just missed his by an inch. The crowd yelled with each shot and it was really just Dion vs Brian as their freshmen partners were way too shitfaced to keep up. Every time one of the upperclassmen got a cup the crowd went wild, till eventually it was down to 1 cup each. Rich shot first and missed it by a mile, but then Brian, taking maybe half a minute to line himself up, sank his ball straight in the water.

The guys started yelling out, "Fuck yeah potus" and other stuff, but then Dion put a hand in the air and yelled, "Wait, wait, it's not over we get a fuckin response." If Dion was able to get the last cup then they'd move onto a sudden death match with a final 3 cups, but if they both got it then they'd win outright.

Dion really let his theater major shine, making a big scene out of rinsing the ball off and then practicing his swing, bending his knees almost all the way to the ground and Zach had to stop himself from biting his lip at the sight of Dion's ass. As the show went on the guys started jeering and yelling at him to get on with it which made Dion laugh. He bounced the ball on the floor and into his hand then held it in front of Zach's face, "Blow for luck," he said. Zach flushed and blew on the pong ball between Dion's long fingers, and without even looking at the cup Dion casually threw it across the table and straight into the solo cup. A cheer went up across the room and Brian and Rich groaned.

Dion called for people to quiet down, picked up the second ball, blew on it and rubbed it against his shirt before handing it to Zach. The whole room went silent as Zach, seeing double, lined up with the last cup. He took a deep breath and let it fly. It hit the rim of the cup, spinning around the sides, before plunking into the water.

The room erupted. Zach was swept off his feet as he and Dion were crowdsurfed to the front of the room. They let them both off on the small stage by the dj who started playing "we are the champions." Dion grabbed the crappy plastic WWE belt and hung it across Zach's shoulder. Then two beers appeared out of nowhere and Dion started punching a hole in the bottom of the can before handing it to Zach, then doing his own. He leaned down and over the yells of the crowd he said in Zach's ear, "When you start drinking open the top and it's gonna shoot right down your throat. Ready? Let's go." And he and Zach shotgunned the beer, although Zach's ended up shooting all over his face and shirt and he maybe got a mouthful of beer at most.

The guys didn't care though, they laughed and cheered and then Dion reached for the microphone from the dj, "And what perfect timing, gentlemen put your dicks away and say hello to the tri delta sisters!" Girls started streaming down the stairs into the basement to whoops and cheers from the guys, and the dj turned up the music and turned on the dance lights as he started "I Gotta Feeling."

Dion grabbed a hand towel from behind the bar and tossed it to Zach, "here ya go bud, clean yourself up a bit. Why don't you have some fun with the other guys, I gotta find my girlfriend. I'll catch up with you in a bit, ok?"

Zach nodded, drunk and still overwhelmed.

"Oh, and no more juice tonight alright? Nattys only, chair's orders. And great fuckin work bro, you killed it," Dion said as he pulled Zach in for a bro hug, Zach still not sure if Dion was actually hugging him a second longer than normal or if he was drunk and imagining things.

Zach made his way through the crowd, guys occasionally slapping his back or congratulating him on the tournament. He was looking for Rich and Brian but he stumbled upon Sara first.

"Oh my god Zach you're a mess!" She yelled, barely audible over the pounding music.

"I won!" Zach yelled back to her, showing off his champion belt and utterly oblivious to his beer soaked shirt and sticky hair. Sara was trying to say something, but Zach was drunk and couldn't hear her, and then the DJ started playing "Mr. Brightside," Zach's favorite song, and he just started singing along and dancing as if he was alone in the room. Sara gave up on talking and joined him and they just became part of the mass of people, over a hundred college kids drunk and vibing and dancing and singing and horny.

The song changed but Zach kept dancing, somehow he'd gotten a natty light in his hand and he downed it in a few swigs, the light carbonation as refreshing as water in the heat and excitement of the dance floor.

At some point Zach realized Brian was dancing with Sara and immediately Zach clasped him by his shoulder, "Brian! Dude! Mr. President! I was looking for you!"

Brian laughed and lifted Zach's hand off his shoulders to give him a bro hug, "I was looking for you, dude, wanted to tell you good game but looked like you were having a good time so I thought I'd join you."

Zach's eyes got big, "That was what I wanted to tell you! Good game I mean. Not that I was having a good time, but I am! This is my friend Sara!" Sara had stopped dancing and was listening in on the conversation amused.

"Nice to meet you Sara," Brian said giving a quick smile to the girl he'd been grinding on a few seconds earlier, "you feeling good bud? Think you'd like to go outside for some air?"

"I think that's a great idea," Sara yelled, "let me join you."

"But Sara, what about dancing??" Zach said as if the prospect of leaving were an existential crisis.

"There's still plenty of time for dancing," Brian said, gently but firmly gripping Zach's arm and slowly guiding him through the crush of people and out the back door, Sara right behind them.

There were maybe a dozen people spread around the back patio, nearly all of them puffing away on cigarettes.

"God dammit smoking is so fucking cool," Zach blurted out in greeting. That got a laugh from them. Zach saw Rich and ran over to give him a bro hug, "Dude I tried to find you and king Brian but I started dancing instead, good game man."

Rich giggled, his eyes bloodshot and heavily lidded, "hahaha dudeee it was a good game man, I had so much jungle juice and you fuckin like" he stuck out his finger and whirled it around in a circle then clucked his tongue to describe Zach's final shot. They both burst out laughing at the cluck.

Zach noticed Rich was smoking too, "Dude is that a cigarette?"

"Yes?" Rich said looking a little confused.

"Could I like try one?"

Rich's eyes lit up, "Fuck yeah my dude mi casa es su casa," he said handing Zach a smoke.

"It's not either of your casas yet," Brian said as he joined the two of them, "but I appreciate the sentiment. Can I bum one Rich? I got a pack of spirits upstairs I'll get you back."

"Abso fucking lutely bro," Rich said as he passed another to Brian.

"And, uh, could I have one please?" Sara asked quietly. Zach looked at her shocked as Rich passed her one, "Sara!"

"What, you're having one, I like an occasional cigarette," she smiled, "besides you should be having water."

"I'm not allowed to have water, nattys only chair's orders! Not some stupid table. Speaking of is there natty?"

Brian laughed, "Yeah, there's a cooler by the door, grab me one too."

"Me too dude," Rich said.

"Sara?" Zach asked.

"I'm good with the smoke thank you," Sara answered. Zach tucked his cigarette behind his ear and grabbed 3 nattys then passing them out. Rich traded him a lighter and Zach put the cigarette in his mouth and proceeded to fail at lighting it.

"Here bud, just let me help," Brian said taking the lighter and was about to light it when he asked, "have you ever had a cig before Zach." Zach shook his head, the cig wagging in his lips. Brian chuckled and turned to Rich and Sara, "Ok guys, may want to back up a bit he may blow," before holding the flame up for Zach.

Zach stuck the cig into the flame and gave a puff to light it up. Brian quickly took a few steps back as Zach took the cig in hand and started puffing, but then Zach remembered the pipe in Vano's room and he took a long draw, breathing the smoke into his lungs and exhaling it calmly through his nose and mouth, savoring the minty flavor of the cig while his mind felt electrified by the nicotine rush.

"Oh no," Zach said staring at the burning ember while Brian and Sara looked at him like they were worried he was about to puke, "it's so fucking good!" That made the two of them burst into laughter while Rich just said, "Right dude?"

They shot the shit for awhile, drinking and smoking, till eventually Rich said "Yo brian where can I piss." Suddenly Zach realized his bladder was fucking pounding on his dick and he said, "Yeah I need to piss too."

"Bush at the far end of the yard," Brian said pointing into the dark. Rich and Zach made there way back. "This party's been fucking lit bro," Rich said as they walked, "Brian got that good ganja and the girls here are hot."

"Yeah," Zach said, "I'm gay though."

"Hahahaha tight dude I love it. Fuck the man, but like literally. More chicks for me. And chicks love gay dudes."

They got to the bush and lowered their zippers in unison as they let loose. "Fuckkkk when did pissing ever feel so good dude," Zach moaned out as he unleashed a firehose in the dirt.

Rich laughed doing the same, "When you're fuckin shitfaced bro."

"Amen to that brother," Zach said as the flow fell to a trickle. Rich zippered up but Zach was having some troubles getting his dick back in his pants. Rich looked over at him and started laughing, "Hahaha dude you've got a monster dong."

Zach looked up and grinned, "Yeah it's pretty fucking awesome," he said giving it a little helicopter wave, sending the last few drops of piss flying. Rich laughed again at the sight while Zach finally got it tucked away. Rich shared another cig with Zach on the walk back, and as they approached the patio Zach saw Sara and Brian standing together close, but they both were quick to talk with Zach and Rich once they got back.