5. Mateo
CHAPTER 5
MATEO
I don’t know what finally made me confess my big secret to Zach. Okay, that was a lie. It was that weird voice I’d started hearing telling me to do shit. And I'm glad I said something because I felt good after my confession, even if it wasn’t the entire truth.
When Zach's talking in his sleep woke me up and I heard the dirty things he was saying, I got hard. I didn’t tell him that part. And that was the first time that had happened to me–not the erection part–but to what Zach was saying. Once I got close enough and saw he was hard too, it was only natural to imagine he was talking to me, and fuck, that only made me harder.
I only said something because it felt wrong to stand there with a boner watching him.
In reality, Zach was pretty quiet about his sexuality. I had no idea if he leaned one way or the other, or both. I could’ve just crept back to my own bed, but this seemed better. Admittedly, I didn’t tell him everything, but I was still proud to get something off my chest. The strange voice was helping me, which was comforting in a way. I had someone looking out for me .
I needed it now more than ever because someone was fucking with me.
I was standing at my locker – done with soccer practice and the shower after – staring at a thong. Someone had replaced my boxers with a g-string. It was barely enough fabric to fit my dick in the front pouch, and then a series of strings for the rest of it.
“Was this you?” I asked Evan.
“Was what me?”
“This.” I showed him the thong.
“Jesus, dude. Carrying your trophies around with you now?”
He didn’t get it that it was for a man. Glancing around, no one seemed to be watching me for a reaction either, so someone at the frat must’ve switched them out.
I tossed it in my bag and pulled on a shirt and sweatpants. I could handle going commando for the ride back home.
By the time I locked my bike next to the garage and got back to our room, my anger had faded and curiosity had taken over.
“ Try it on .”
The voice was back and fuck, my dick liked the sound of that.
Maybe it would be super comfortable?
I had never really noticed my ass before, but the thong made my buns pop. I hadn't ever called them buns before either.
It was kind of a coincidence that Baby Got Back was playing while I was looking at my butt. I couldn’t help but laugh. It must’ve been our neighbor Sean, in the room next door, though I hadn’t realized he was a Sir Mix-a-lot fan.
“ Try another one. ”
“What?”
I watched the top right drawer on my dresser open slowly, which was weird as fuck because I didn’t remember taking any shots before coming up to my room.
“ Maybe you did. ”
I thought the guys had been day drinking, but I couldn’t remember. It certainly didn’t matter once I saw the drawer. All my boxers were gone; it was entirely full of thongs, lace panties, jockstraps and other skimpy-looking briefs.
There were so many colors.
“ Pick one and try it on. ”
I really liked the feel of the lace, but I chose a bright red thong. It was my favorite color after all. This one had a Y-back in between the cheeks, giving it a little extra color. More than the strings I was wearing before.
I walked over to the floor-to-ceiling mirror by my bed to take a photo. I’d never done that before but why not now? My ass looked that good.
“Fuck, I’m exhausted.”
I practically hit the ceiling. Glancing over, Zach had fallen face first onto his bed. He hadn’t seen me!
I sprinted to my bed and flipped the comforter over me as he turned to sit and face me.
“Were you jerking off?”
“No!”
“You look flushed. I can leave.”
“I was not jerking off.”
“This is too weird. I have to leave now.”
He grabbed a book from his bookshelf and headed out the door he had just waltzed through less than a minute before.
It took me a bit, but I realized the tiny red pouch was straining to contain me. Almost getting caught had me fully erect.
What the fuck was happening?
The end of September was uneventful other than my newly expanded wardrobe. The responsible party had yet to take credit for the prank, but I wasn’t giving them the satisfaction of getting angry. Honestly, I liked the change.
The jockstraps were fine to play soccer in and no one said anything about them in the locker room. The other stuff I wore in my room and around the house. It was my little secret and it turned me on, which meant I was constantly hard and leaking.
Thankfully, fall had arrived early, and with it, boner-concealing jeans.
Family Weekend was the second weekend in October and the KΩK house was sparing no expense. Most of the parents, including mine, were arriving this morning. The twins were on their way back from an away match yesterday–a win–and a huge banquet was planned for tonight after the home soccer and football games. They were at the same time, so it was likely we’d have a much smaller crowd than normal, but the size of the crowd never mattered to me. As long as Zach was there.
As for the rest of it, I focused on the opponent, knowing their skills and then taking advantage of their weaknesses. There was a lot more strategy now than in high school; we had a legion of assistant coaches for things like that.
According to research, this team’s weakness was their overconfidence. Their defense pushed up too far too often, so all I needed to do was find the right moment to call for a cross–like now–then sprint faster than them–easily the fastest person on the field–and shoot it past the goalie–done.
One to nothing, Middleton. Only took me five minutes to score.
I had another secret – besides the sexy underwear. Well, I guess it wasn’t a complete secret since Evan knew.
“So who was it today that had you all fired up? ”
“Cyclops,” I answered with a smile, pulling up my shirtsleeve to reveal the temporary tattoo on my bicep.
“That tightass?”
“What about a tight ass? Who’s gettin’ anal?”
“Go back to your fantasies, Nate. We’re talking about Cyclops from the X-Men,” Evan answered for me.
“Nerd alert!”
“Weren’t you in line at the movie theater four hours before midnight to see Spider-man: No Way Home ?”
“Point taken, Evan.” His cockiness had faded before our eyes. “And you’re right, Cyclops is a total tight ass.”
He meandered down the row of lockers, leaving Evan and I alone again.
“Well whatever he is, he did it for me today.”
“I’ll say, Teo. Four goals in one game, fuck. Showing off for your parents?”
It wasn’t that I thought of the other team as the enemy, but learning their weaknesses and pretending I was a super-powered mutant with extra abilities worked for me. Sure, it probably did nothing in reality, but I had been doing it since I was a kid and I was too superstitious to stop.
Not that I’d ever admit that to anyone but Evan.
And maybe Zach.
We definitely had room at the fraternity for a fancy dinner, but it wasn’t necessarily the place we wanted parents to hang out. Of course they got a tour during the day, but the chance that they’d see something untoward increased as the sun went down.
Instead, Zach and I took our parents out to the Dog Sled Tavern, a Middleton staple. Not that we had to go far since the restaurant was on campus; the college had expanded around it.
“You were very impressive today, Mateo. ”
“Thanks, Mrs. Cavallo. Just doing my part.”
“More than that I’d say,” Zach’s dad, Rocco, added. “Wouldn’t you agree, Zachary?”
“I bet that gets him on the All-American team for sure.”
As much as I liked hearing good things about myself, especially from Zach, he had a lot to be proud of too. Plus, I knew his parents didn't come to Vermont just to talk about me.
“Zach’s just started a project for his Eastern Art and Architecture professor,” I said.
My mom took the bait – she loved all kinds of art – and she chatted with Zach and his mom Bridget for a while about that. Of course my dad hooked me back to sports talk, but I had a hard time concentrating because, for the last few minutes, someone was grinding their foot against my dick through my dress pants.
My parents were my goddamn parents, so it was either one of Zach’s parents or Zach. When Bridget excused herself from the table, it was still happening, so that eliminated one suspect. There was no way it was Rocco so it had to be Zach. But what was he thinking?!
I couldn't follow the rest of the dinner conversation. I could barely eat with the amount of friction happening between my legs. Zach–my best friend, Zach–was coming on to me at a family dinner? I tried to make eye contact with him but he was in deep with his mom now, something about an old tree that fell down. The whole town was in an uproar.
Zach wanted dessert and the footjob continued on. How no one had noticed was beyond me. My face felt flush and my breathing was ragged. It was a miracle I didn't add my own white topping to the Mississippi Mud pie I barely touched.
The foot disappeared moments before we all stood up, so I had to act quickly. Spill something on myself and run to the bathroom? No. Take off my jacket and hold it in front of me? Yes.
I felt like I needed a cigarette, for fuck’s sake, and I hadn't even climaxed .
On the walk back to campus, our parents were soon wrapped up in one of my dad's stories, so Zach and I were able to talk in private twenty or so feet back from them.
"What the hell was that at dinner, Zach?"
"What?"
"What?! Your foot was all over my crotch underneath the table!" I whisper-hissed. "For almost the entire dinner."
"Excuse me?" Zach stopped immediately.
"It had to be you because the other choices aren't fucking possible."
"Well, it wasn't fucking me."
"So it was your dad?"
"Jesus Christ, get the fuck outta here!"
Our parents hadn't noticed they left us behind and were practically half a football field away.
"I know what I felt, Zach."
"Maybe it was a really good daydream. How long has it been since you…jerked off." He hesitated to finish the sentence and I knew why. He thought he caught me jacking it earlier, but I was actually hiding my thong.
"I don’t know. Twelve hours?"
Zach laughed. “See, you’re horny already. In your dreams I was touching your junk with my foot.” He turned to follow our parents.
“I’m not making it up!”
“I think the waiter spiked your drink, Teo.”
I had no idea why he would lie but he clearly didn’t want to admit it. And I didn’t want to fight about it, so I let it go. Maybe he was the one that was drunk?
All I knew was that I was even more confused now about the whole thing than before I asked Zach about it.
In the end, it was whatever. It felt good.
Win-win, right?
All the families came and went. The leaves were really starting to change now. Our house, like most of the other fraternities, was surrounded by the woods, so the blast of color outside our windows definitely added to the charm of our New England campus.
As midterms approached, Zach had taken to the books a lot more lately, and I had taken to the field and gym. Seeing more of Evan didn’t mean Zach and I drifted apart. We still stayed up most nights talking about random shit or how our day went. But I never stopped thinking about his secret footjob, and there were other things too.
I had caught him and Malik staring at each other a few times lately and it was a definite possibility they might be hooking up. The random gay porn magazine I found under his bed when I was looking for my phone charger solidified my hunch, and I didn’t need a weird voice to tell me to support my friend’s sexuality.
It was late and we were both in bed, but still awake.
“Are you going to the KΩK Halloween party this weekend?” I asked, my voice carrying through the darkness.
“Hard to avoid it. My midterms will be done though so…probably. You?”
“Yeah.” While stroking my stomach, I brushed against the head of my dick. I had no idea why I was hard, but I shivered at the absent-minded touch. I used to sleep in boxers, but ever since I had switched to thongs and jocks, I now slept naked, peeling off whatever I was wearing once I was under the covers.
“What are you going as?” Zach asked me.
“Probably Tarzan.” I heard the scoff through the dark. “What?”
“You could just go completely naked if you wanted to show some skin.”
“I’m not ashamed of my body. ”
“No, you are not.”
Is he jealous? “You have a great body, Zach. If you want to go as Tarzan, I can go as something else.”
The tiny chuckle I heard in the dark was enough to make me smile.
“ He’d make a good Tarzan. ”
“You’d make a good Tarzan, Zach.”
“Thanks, Teo. I’ll keep that in mind for your next birthday.”
“Well, if not Tarzan, then what? What’s your costume?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, you know, that’s when you keep something secret from someone else so they’re shocked or delighted when it’s finally revealed to them.”
“I know what a surprise is, asshole.”
I wondered what it could be. Last year he went as Flynn Rider from Tangled since he was quite a rabid Disney fan. I wasn’t sure there was a Disney costume that would surprise me, but if Zach wanted to keep it a secret, I wasn’t going to stop him.
It was time he told me the other secret though.
“You bringing a date?” I asked.
“Wh-what?”
“It’s our second year. Last year you said you wanted to focus on your studies. You’re going to ace all your midterms. Isn’t it time to put yourself out there?”
“I-”
“You can tell me anything, Zach.”
“I know.”
I could almost hear the fear in his voice. I wasn’t going to force him, but I really wanted him to know I cared about him, and nothing would ever change that.
I slipped out of bed and made my way across the room. I didn’t even think to put anything on; I was too distracted by the tone of Zach’s voice .
“What are you doing?”
I felt the edge of his bed and sat down on the floor next to him.
“You can say it, Zach.”
The noise Zach squeaked out matched the squirming I could feel resonating through the bed behind my back. It was kind of cute.
“I don’t know why it’s so hard.”
“That’s what he said.” I couldn’t help myself. “Ah!” Zach’s hand slapped my chest. “It’s not going to change anything between us. I’ve known for years, Zach.” It was a little bit of a stretch, put out there to make it easier for him–it had only been recently I suspected–but after saying it, a part of me knew it was true. There were moments, coming back to me.
“You have?” Zach had settled back down. No more weird noises or blanket kicking. “But how?”
“I don’t really know. I’ve just known you long enough to notice, I guess.”
“And you’re okay with it?”
“Of course! More than okay! You’re my best friend. My gay best friend.”