The sciences building was about as abandoned as it always felt at this hour. It wasn’t as if the sciences weren’t popular at the college, but by 3 pm on a Tuesday, quite a few classes ended up empty, and one floor almost felt like a liminal space, completely separated from the real world. Nick had told everyone it would be the perfect place to hold club activities for that reason. Until they had received clearance to use the room, their club activities had been decidedly tame, even when held at Nick’s place. He was always griping about noise complaints, even though he was easily the noisiest of the bunch when they were together.
All the same, it left Bill with anxieties. The activities they partook in would never be officially sanctioned by the college, nevermind being allowed on campus grounds. He could only imagine what sort of verbal acrobatics Bill had to pull to get them the room, or to get the club accepted in the first place. All of that would be wasted, not to mention their college careers to that point, if they were discovered. How would he explain that to his parents? And what about potential employers? His future would be shot! But Bill was too close with Nick to let that separate them, so he begrudgingly stuck with the club, in spite of Nick’s rash decisions.
He stood in front of the door of the classroom. Room 404. He took a moment to consider – yet again – if Nick had asked specifically for this room. He didn’t put it past him. Nick had always shown a fondness for corny jokes and even the more outdated memes. Either way, it still astonished Bill that this particular room happened to be available for them to use on not just one, but two days a week for the whole semester. He could hear sounds on the other side of the door – deep, gasping breathing, and a rhythmic slapping sound. He glanced around the hallway, checking to see if he was really the only person on this side of the door. He stood alone, and thank goodness for that. Right now, he’d be calling far more attention to the room than the others would.
Bill grabbed the handle of the door and pulled it open. Greeting his eyes right away was Nick, with his pants at his ankles, and his cerulean cardigan undone. His blonde hair was combed down neatly, with only a few hairs out of place, to Bill’s constant amazement. Sitting on the desk was unmistakably Cyril. No one else in the club would even try dying their hair such a vibrant blue. He was in a similar state of undress, with his pants around one leg, and his t-shirt lifted up to his chest, exposing his nipples. He had his legs wrapped around Nick’s hips, guiding them inward with each thrust Nick gave to him. Cyril was clearly more involved in the action, but Nick took the time to recognize Bill’s entry.
“’Sup, Bill,” was his greeting, between heaving breaths. Bill had already made certain the door was shut behind him.
“Are you sure you guys want to fuck that close to the door? You left the door unlocked and everything.”
“Well yeah, if we left it locked, how would you get in while we were busy?”
“You completely missed the point of that statement, Nick.” That got a good laugh out of the blond. This comedy duo routine never ceased to amuse him, but Bill wished he would read the atmosphere a bit better. Cyril was smiling too, but it wasn’t entirely clear if it was the light-hearted banter or Nick’s cock thrusting inside his hole. Bill rolled his eyes, and scanned the room. A good distance from the door were the two remaining members of the club. Kevin was leaning back in his chair, facing Nick’s backside. His rich brown eyes were lazily pointed at the blond man’s exposed cheeks, with his left hand down his jeans, just as idly fondling his package. His gaze left those globes for a short moment as he caught Bill in his sight. His lips curled into a light grin as he shrugged his shoulders. Just as expected, Kevin knew what the issue was before Bill had even arrived, but he didn’t seem to care much for fixing it. The show in front of him was more important, if only slightly.
At one of the desks on the door’s side of the room was Harry, more concerned with his laptop and whatever text document he had on the screen. Homework? No, probably some free writing he was working on. Harry was probably less invested in the action at the front of the class and more on what it had inspired in him. His attention split from the screen as Bill took the seat beside him.
“Hey Bill,” he greeted, with more cheer than Nick had expressed. “You brought your laptop too, right? I’ve got a new chapter or two I wanted to get proofread!” Harry seemed to take his club time more seriously than the others, in some sense, anyway. As much as he enjoyed fooling around with the other guys in the club, he felt more inspired in this atmosphere to write what his actual course classes wouldn’t likely condone.
“Sure, let’s have a look ‘n’ see.” Bill had already pulled out his laptop. If he had to be honest, Bill found a lot more interest in the writing Harry presented him than the actual sex. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy the physical pleasure, because god knows how he enjoyed it, but seeing the creative spark it lit up in the younger man was heartwarming to him, in spite of the casual context, and he was more than happy to encourage that creativity in Harry. It was a good way for him to pass the time, too, for a bit of time. Reading over sex scene after sex scene, giving quick feedback to Harry whenever part of the writing wasn’t entirely clear, and the smell of sex in the air as Nick and Cyril continued at their fun. The desk in the front squeaked once or twice, but not quite as much or as loudly as Cyril. The tent in Bill’s jeans only proved to be distracting after a while, and he shifted around in his seat awkwardly before ten minutes had passed. It still astonished him to this day how Harry could keep from being distracted by everyone else’s activities.
Bill’s question earned itself an unusual answer, as he felt a hand gently caress his crotch from his right. He jumped a bit, and glanced down to find Harry rubbing the bulge protruding from Bill’s crotch. His eyes followed the slender arm up to Harry’s face, who was now far more focused on Bill’s package. He couldn’t tell from just one glance, but Harry must have just finished up that chapter; the screen in front of him was filled with paragraphs of smut. Harry’s caramel eyes glanced up to Bill under his spectacles, as he gave him a wily grin. He slid his chair back, and brought himself down onto Bill’s lap, fiddling with his belt buckle and jeans. He felt anxious once more, worried all the more that they would get caught, but if Nick and Cyril could keep up their shenanigans at the front of the room, he and Harry were more than safe. He let himself relax, as his underwear slipped under his balls. Just as he felt Harry’s mouth engulf one of his hard cocks and his hand grip and jerk the other, Bill returned to the computer screen in front of him, now reading it less to edit the writing, but to revel in its contents. Even so, he still found himself inserting an edit here and there, while the pleasure in his loins escalated.
It had barely begun when he could hear Nick’s grunts climax into shouts of pleasure. Shit, Bill cursed to himself. How long had they been going at it before he had arrived? They were only finishing up now? Cyril’s own moans had grown in ecstatic pleasure a few times, so it was clear he had his own climax once or twice over. It only took a minute or two for Nick to pull out of Cyril, and get himself cleaned back up, which was when he finally called the club to order. Harry pulled himself off of Bill’s cocks, and sat upright again, leaving Bill to stuff his still-erect members back into his jeans, perhaps more discomforted by that detail than being pent-up.
“Alright, first thing to bring to order, guys,” Nick began his speech, “as you all know, we now have a room on campus! Which means no one has to go through transit hell to get to the club from now on!” Everyone offered applause to that. If there was one difficulty in holding club anywhere else, it was the public transit system that made it a hassle. “Also, since almost no one else is on this floor at this hour, we basically have full freedom to do whatever the hell we want!” A point that’s been well explored, Bill thought. “So now that we have that sorted, let’s just get started with today’s club activities!”
Everyone just ended up looking at one another awkwardly. Did he actually have something planned for this club, aside from the casual orgy among five spectacled gay men? It took a moment for Nick to continue the point. “And today’s club activity is... Deciding what we can do for club activities, now that we have a more permanent place to hold club throughout the semester.”
Of course he didn’t have anything planned, Bill realized. At the very least, Nick was looking for some democracy in this. “Were there any specific ideas you had in mind?”
“Nope.”
“Nothing?”
“Nah.” How the hell did he convince the faculty to give us a room with this little preparation? What did he tell them?
Bill realized that may have been a good point to start. “What sort of activities did you tell the faculty we do? We could do something like that.”
Nick shrugged. “I just told them we were doing some role-playing tabletop bullshit, and we can’t find a permanent place to do it. I gave them a spin on how it’s a team-building experience and promotes improv skills. That sort of bullshit.”
“That’s actually a great idea.” Bill knew he had to push forward whatever Nick recommended, just to keep the ball rolling, but he was earnestly interested in the concept. He didn’t have much experience with role-playing games, but he had always heard online that they were a lot of fun for small friend groups. That was effectively what the Nerd Squad was for them, and what better way to use their time? “Does anyone have any experience in being a DM for those sorts of games? Maybe even a set for that?”
Silence. Everyone was just awkwardly eyeing one another, waiting for a response. Was no one else interested in the idea? Was it actually a bad idea? Bill didn’t really know how to sell the concept, especially with how Nick had just played it off as some sort of bullshit team-building deal. It probably sounded stuffy and formal with how he described it, and Bill probably supported it in too formal a tone.
Cyril spoke up first. “Yeah, I’m totally down for some DnD action, but I don’t know anything about DM-ing.”
“Me neither,” Kevin added in.
“I could figure it out, but I really wanna play as a character,” was Harry’s input.
With that, eyes were on Bill and Nick again. One of them might have to pull the weight on this, and if Nick’s usual behaviour was any hint...
“Alright, so we just need to find a DM and recruit him, then?”
Now all eyes were on Nick. Such a blase response might not have seemed like much, but given the club’s usual filler activity, that couldn’t be a more difficult task.
“Nick...” Bill breathed in. “Are you telling me you’re going to look for yet another club member – one that would fit your oddly specific profile that you’ve advertised since you came out in high school – to act as our DM?” He wasn’t sure which part of the scenario in front of him was more difficult to believe.
“It’s not that specific,” Nick retorted. “We just need to find another gay, nerdy guy with glasses who’s down for casual sex and also happens to be down for acting as our dungeon master. Hang on, I’ll load up Grindr right now.” Bill was speechless, but the expression on his face spoke volumes.
“Dude, Grindr’s not gonna get you any results,” Kevin corrected him. Was that really all he had to add?
Cyril added, “We should also be looking inside the school. Why don’t we put an ad out on a few bulletin boards?”
“How are we going to advertise the club to the public,” Bill proposed, though more in exasperation. “We can’t advertise as an LGBT+ club, since we suddenly have to take the L out of that equation. Do we put some goofy graphic of a ‘No Girls Allowed’ sign on our ad?”
“Now that you mention it, why don’t we go to one of the LGBT+ clubs and see if they have any guys that fit the profile?” Cyril was probably less than familiar with the other LGBT+ clubs, but Bill wasn’t any more familiar.
“Cyril, most of the other LGBT+ clubs are more activist groups than ‘for fun’ clubs. I doubt they’d be in agreement with what we do if any of them found out.” It was all speculation from what he had seen during frat week. He didn’t have any qualms with them or what they stood for, but he knew they might be less keen toward their own club.
“So what other options do we have,” Kevin shrugged. “If we want to get something going, we need a DM. Otherwise, we might as well look at other ideas.”
That left one possibility, Bill thought. If they couldn’t recruit someone, like Nick wanted, then Bill could carry the weight and act as the DM. But that idea concerned him as well, since he never considered himself an incredibly creative person, and he didn’t have any sort of improvisational skills. Nick wouldn’t do it, and even if he would, Bill knew that would be a bad call. He took a moment to look back to Harry, who was typing on his phone. “Harry, do you know someone who might be able to DM for us?”
Harry looked up at Bill. “I might. I’m just texting my boyfriend now to see if he’d want to do it.” Oh thank God, Bill exclaimed to himself, Harry saves the day yet again. “I kept trying to get him to come to the club before, but he didn’t like taking the subway to go to some guy’s place that he didn’t know. Now that it’s at school, he might change his mind.”
“Okay, great!” Nick took charge of the conversation again. “While we figure that bit out, do we have any other ideas?”
Kevin adjusted his glasses. “This room has projectors, right?” He took a second to scan the room for them.
“I think all the science rooms have them, yeah.” Nick’s eyes lit up. “Oh, I see where you’re going! That’s an awesome idea!”
“Yeah, I was thinking we could bring whatever consoles we have and play fighting games or whatever else we’ve got on tap.”
“Ah,” Nick glanced away, embarrassed. “Yeah, that’s a good call, too.”
“What... did you have in mind?” Cyril gave him a toothy grin, and Kevin and Harry were quick to catch on as well. Bill rested his face in his hands.
Nick began to stammer, for whatever reason. “Well, you know... I thought we could... We could hook up my... Someone’s laptop, just... Get an HDMI cord and, y’know... If we had any movies or anything like... Lying around...”
Just say porn, you idiot, Bill thought. More importantly, how is porn getting you embarrassed when you were fucking at the front of the classroom not five minutes ago?
“Movie night sounds cool, too!” Harry exclaimed, almost like he was trying to save face for Nick. “I actually have a few Marvel movies on my computer right now!”
“Which... ones?” Bill questioned him.
“Uh, let’s see, there’s Thor: Ragnarok, Ave--”
“Thor sounds perfect,” Bill cut him off right away. Sorry Harry, but there’s no way any other movie you’re going to list will keep these guys from tuning out and just fucking all over the place. “Anyone have an HDMI cord on them?”
“I wasn’t finished...” Harry muttered under his breath. “I think I have one on me.” As Harry dug into his bag, Nick and Cyril just beamed at Bill.
Bill returned their smiles with a cautious lift of his eyebrows. “What’s up with you guys...?”
“You were so quick on that Thor bit, Bill,” Cyril teased. “Which scene are you looking forward to, hmm?” Cyril was up at his desk, elbowing his chest. “Gonna get a good look at some Hemsworth tiddies?” His grin grew wicked as he continued. “Or maybe something a little bigger? Little greener? Little Hulk-ier?” Bill’s mistake could not be made more clear to him now.
“Oh come on, we all know Thor Ragnarok is just the best of the Marvel movies!”
Cyril raised an eyebrow. Kevin had done the same behind him. Before any of them could get a word out, Harry popped back up from his bag with an HDMI cord and a retort: “What about Age of Ultron!? I loved that one!” Cyril and Kevin now had both eyebrows thoroughly raised as they turned to Harry. Everyone in the room silently agreed it was best to leave that comment alone, and just turn on the damn movie.
Bill should have taken warning with Cyril’s teasings, as it wasn’t too long into the movie before the focus shifted from whatever the actual action had been. A glance to the right. Kevin had his hand shoved down his pants, like he never removed it in the first place. Perhaps he was bound to be playing with himself, but it was the least harmful act of lewdity this room could produce. A glance to the left. Harry was zoned out. Was he bummed out when everyone left him hanging earlier? He gave a glance to meet Bill’s eyes, if only barely. A glance down, and he must have seen Kevin toying with himself, as he gave his own package a rub in response. His masturbation continued far more idly, as his head tilted back, and his gaze met the projector screen. Cyril sat behind Bill, and was not shy to reveal his presence there. He seemed more invested in the movie than the other two, but Bill could still feel those blue eyes pointed at the back of his head. Just a subtle reaction from Bill was all he wanted to see.
Meanwhile the “ringleader” himself was lying upon several desks collected together, and he was far less subtle in his pleasure. It had slipped Bill’s mind that Chris Hemsworth was a long-time crush for Nick, and the club was the perfect setting for him to express his adoration publicly. His nine inch tower was on full display, but with the lights turned down, the silhouette was a bit difficult to discern. His moans were impossible to miss, and their pattern could only be broken by the humour causing him to bust a gut laughing.
The moans only got louder as a shirtless Hemsworth graced the screen. Now Bill could only hope that the moans would reach a distracting crescendo before the Hulk made his own glorious appearance. After all, much to his chagrin, Bill knew there was some truth to Cyril’s earlier teasing. He always had a soft spot for muscles and a good few inches over him, and the Hulk had a dominating persona to match that. Just thinking about it had Bill shifting in his seat, which was a movement not lost on Cyril. Seeing the green giant take the screen at last had already given Bill an uncomfortable tightness in his pants. Seeing him rise from the water just made that tightness all the more uncomfortable.
Without any time to react, that tightness relieved itself, with a little help from a pair of hands behind Bill. He shifted in his seat again, but those hands continued to find their mark on his twin shafts. A few strokes found them at full length. Cyril grinned and started to nibble on Bill’s neck from behind. He didn’t pull away. He was pent up from earlier, and Cyril always had a way with his hands that left Bill defenceless. The scene had come and gone, but the Hulk was still on the screen enough to keep Bill at full mast.
Harry glanced over again to see the scene. He must’ve been pent up as well, or he didn’t really care that much about the movie. Either way, one look at the scene was all it took to get him on his knees between Bill’s legs, mouth open wide and his tongue lolling out just close enough to tickle one of the cockheads in front of him. All the attention he was getting was bringing Bill to the edge fairly quickly, and just in time. His hips pumped against Cyril’s hands, and two ropes of cum shot out in front of him, finding their mark all over Harry’s face and in his mouth. His moans eclipsed the movie, and were almost in time with the Hulk’s transformation. His climax ended with him panting lightly, and one look down to Harry’s glazed face and glasses told him the damage. What a mess.
“Holy shit, dude,” Harry exclaimed. “Just how long were you pent up for?”
“Sorry,” was his staple response. “I guess I’ve just been too busy to bust a nut the last few days.”
“How. How can that even happen.”
“Maybe this is just Bill’s own inner monster,” Cyril chimed in. “Damn, though, you should’ve told me you had that much cum to dish out; I’d be down there too.”
It was at this point that the three took notice to Kevin, who was now leaning against Bill’s desk with his cock out. He waved the slab of meat around, and said, “If you’re still looking for a load, I wouldn’t want to leave you hanging.”
Cyril took that invitation right away, and started working his tongue down the length of Kevin’s dick. One look at the front and Bill could see Nick reaching his own climax, and Bill could only stare perplexed at the man’s stamina. It was only an hour or two since he last came, and he’s getting off again. He broke his gaze as he felt Harry shove his cocks into his mouth, licking the two of them “clean.” His face was still caked in a thick layer of Bill’s cum. Did it even concern him, or did he want to keep it on his face for as long as he could? Bill just threw his head back and stared at the ceiling, as the movie meant to distract these horn dogs played on in the background of their inevitable orgy.
What a crew.