DennisWriter
08-05-2021, 11:20 AM
Everybody wanted the freshman to leave. He wasn't in the fraternity, had brushed them off when they approached him about joining, but still came to their parties, still lapped up their alcohol, still hit on the girls from their sister house. Sometimes he brought girls himself, but that didn't stop him from flirting with the sophomore, junior, senior girls in the other house. He had a buzzcut, a tattoo and was either overly polite and funny or rude as fuck. Often both in combination. Derrick thought it was mostly the latter. And now this kid, Dennis, had drank a bunch of their bacardi, hit on Elisa, who he had been zeroing in on, who was supposed to be his tonight, dammit-- and was currently fucking her brains out in his bedroom. Derrick's bedroom.
It was 3:35 in the morning. Derrick stood in the hallway, a trashbag of beer cans in one fist, and just listened.
Squeak
Uuuuhhhh
Squeak
Uuuuhhhhh
Squeak
Uuuuuhhhhh
The uhs being Elisa. She had curly black hair, wore lipstick a lot, loved plaid shirts and skirts and had recently joined the sorority. He was pretty sure she was sophomore. She'd been nice to him, unlike the other chicks in that house. She listened to his stories, laughed at his jokes, shared drinks with him, smoked a jay with him outside, let him put his arm around her. He had a thing going, the other guys told him so, too. This was supposed to be the night when he made the kill.
But after meeting this Dennis kid, she'd pretty much ignored him. He had stopped talking to her for a while and that was the only time Derrick got a word in with Elisa. Something about her body language, though, about the way she'd just said hey in this low voice, cued him in to something being off. He'd been anxious and confused and drinking filthy shots of malort for the rest of the night.
Which reminded him of the one thing Dennis had said to him, randomly. After he downed his fifth or sixth malort shot, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Dennis stood a little hunched, a weird grin on his face, and said,
"Doesn't that shit just taste like bad pussy?"
A couple guys around him laughed. Derrick did not know what to say. He felt like the guys were laughing at him. Dennis stumbled on towards the bathroom. His cargo pants were dipping down below his boxers. He wore his cap backwards. It made him look like a fucking thirteen year old. What kind of girl on earth would find this dude attractive?
And yet, there he was, minutes later, dancing with her, slow dancing, even. Elisa laughing at a joke he made. Closing her eyes, tilting her head, letting him kiss her. A long kiss, too.
Squeak squeak
Uuuhhhhhhh
Squeak squeak
uh-(pause) uhHUH
"Dude, just getting real here? Let it go at this point." It was his brother, Charles, sitting beside him, whispering to him.
"You win some, you lose some, you know? Anyway, I hear that guy's kind of a psycho."
Squeaksqueaksqueak
Uh Uh Uuuhhhhh
Squeaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueak
mmm mmm mmm mmm mmmuuuuuHHHH mmmmUUUHHHHH!
Derrick looked at his watch, which felt like the dumbest thing in the world to do. It also didn't do anything for him. How long had they been in his room? Twenty minutes? He was speeding up now, so it should be over pretty soon...right?
Derrick felt perverted, like a total freak. Who cared about the details? Get this little psycho out of your room and tell Elisa she blew it!
First, he'd seen Dennis leading her into the room. Not long after, he'd heard Elisa moaning. But none of the squeaks. Maybe then he'd just been going down on her...
Again with the details! Stop it!
squeaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueak
AH. AH. AH. AH. AH. AH.
Dennis: "Shit baby..."
AH. AH. AH.
When he was a freshman, he did not know how to fuck this good. He was really clueless, actually. Was Dennis some kind of psychopath? Or had he just been with a lot of girls for his age?
ENOUGH.
squeaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueak
CREEEAAAAK.
The door. It had unlatched and swung, just barely. It was an outward-opening door. The only such door in the whole frat. It was now parted from the frame just enough for him to see the latch sticking out of him, like a mocking protrusion, a come-on of sorts.
squeaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueak
OH SHIT...OH SHIT...OH....
Derrick dropped the trashbag. He bounded towards his bedroom; one big step, two big step, three big step, four--
His hand on the handle. He flung open the door.
She was on top. FUCK. Why had he not factored in this possibility?
BRO JUST GRAB DENNIS AND BEAT THE SHIT FROM HIM BRO!
Derrick did hesitate. For one moment, during which neither Dennis nor Elisa seemed to know he was there. Elisa bent over, one hand on Dennis' shoulder, the other planted on the mattress, making a loud sound, her legs trembling a little. Derrick's cock a little hard...
Naturally, he did everything wrong from that point on: he went right up to the bed, pushed Elisa aside - brushing her left tit, the farthest he'd ever gone with her- and grabbed Dennis by the neck with one hand, under his armpit with the other. It was like a movie projector had suddenly stopped running and the lights were suddenly up.
Elisa: Oh my god, what the fuck?!?
Dennis (shit eating grin still attached to his face): Oh my god dude, are you serious?
SMACK. Derrick socked him in the jaw and tried hoisting him away from Elisa. Of course, she was already off his cock, shimmying backwards on the bed.
SPLURT.
Warm liquid smacked Derrick's face. He knew exactly what it was. He leaped backward and cried out.
Dennis made a snorting sound somewhere between a sound of surprise and a big laugh. He kept laughing. He slid off the bed legs first, half-erect cock flapping and Elisa fell backwards off the other end. Derrick touched his face. He felt it.
NOOOOOOOOO.
"Yo, yo..." Dennis tried talking through laughter. "Couldn't you have chosen a better moment, man? She was about to cum...you can't do that to a woman."
Derrick punched him again. Not that hard. He heard Elisa scrambling to her feet, getting her clothes on.
"You weren't going to give her an orgasm, but you didn't have to make her NOT have an orgasm."
SMACK.
This time Derrick got him hard. Blood flew out of Dennis's mouth. Dennis clutched his mouth. He swept his legs under Derrick's and Derrick wobbled and keeled over, his ceiling and ceiling fan abstract blurs, and body slammed his floor.
"All right, all right, I'm going," Dennis said. A new tone now. "I would fucking fuck you up, but I don't have the energy. Good luck letting my jizz settle on your face. I guess you'll get used to it by the morning." Elisa had slammed the door. Booked it back to her house, or wherever, never to be seen again. Dennis was throwing on his own clothes. Derrick's eyes were opening and shutting and he felt like he couldn't get up.
"Good night," Dennis said and shut the door.
Derrick lay there for he did not know how long. Another guy's jizz trickling down his face and pooling on to the space between his rug and his ear. Getting in to his hair. Even after he finally got toilet paper and cleaned it off, mostly, he lay back right back down in that same spot. He did not want to think about the shit he'd get from the other guys, even Charles. He wanted to sleep forever. And he had no idea when he'd next get laid.
It was 3:35 in the morning. Derrick stood in the hallway, a trashbag of beer cans in one fist, and just listened.
Squeak
Uuuuhhhh
Squeak
Uuuuhhhhh
Squeak
Uuuuuhhhhh
The uhs being Elisa. She had curly black hair, wore lipstick a lot, loved plaid shirts and skirts and had recently joined the sorority. He was pretty sure she was sophomore. She'd been nice to him, unlike the other chicks in that house. She listened to his stories, laughed at his jokes, shared drinks with him, smoked a jay with him outside, let him put his arm around her. He had a thing going, the other guys told him so, too. This was supposed to be the night when he made the kill.
But after meeting this Dennis kid, she'd pretty much ignored him. He had stopped talking to her for a while and that was the only time Derrick got a word in with Elisa. Something about her body language, though, about the way she'd just said hey in this low voice, cued him in to something being off. He'd been anxious and confused and drinking filthy shots of malort for the rest of the night.
Which reminded him of the one thing Dennis had said to him, randomly. After he downed his fifth or sixth malort shot, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Dennis stood a little hunched, a weird grin on his face, and said,
"Doesn't that shit just taste like bad pussy?"
A couple guys around him laughed. Derrick did not know what to say. He felt like the guys were laughing at him. Dennis stumbled on towards the bathroom. His cargo pants were dipping down below his boxers. He wore his cap backwards. It made him look like a fucking thirteen year old. What kind of girl on earth would find this dude attractive?
And yet, there he was, minutes later, dancing with her, slow dancing, even. Elisa laughing at a joke he made. Closing her eyes, tilting her head, letting him kiss her. A long kiss, too.
Squeak squeak
Uuuhhhhhhh
Squeak squeak
uh-(pause) uhHUH
"Dude, just getting real here? Let it go at this point." It was his brother, Charles, sitting beside him, whispering to him.
"You win some, you lose some, you know? Anyway, I hear that guy's kind of a psycho."
Squeaksqueaksqueak
Uh Uh Uuuhhhhh
Squeaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueak
mmm mmm mmm mmm mmmuuuuuHHHH mmmmUUUHHHHH!
Derrick looked at his watch, which felt like the dumbest thing in the world to do. It also didn't do anything for him. How long had they been in his room? Twenty minutes? He was speeding up now, so it should be over pretty soon...right?
Derrick felt perverted, like a total freak. Who cared about the details? Get this little psycho out of your room and tell Elisa she blew it!
First, he'd seen Dennis leading her into the room. Not long after, he'd heard Elisa moaning. But none of the squeaks. Maybe then he'd just been going down on her...
Again with the details! Stop it!
squeaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueak
AH. AH. AH. AH. AH. AH.
Dennis: "Shit baby..."
AH. AH. AH.
When he was a freshman, he did not know how to fuck this good. He was really clueless, actually. Was Dennis some kind of psychopath? Or had he just been with a lot of girls for his age?
ENOUGH.
squeaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueak
CREEEAAAAK.
The door. It had unlatched and swung, just barely. It was an outward-opening door. The only such door in the whole frat. It was now parted from the frame just enough for him to see the latch sticking out of him, like a mocking protrusion, a come-on of sorts.
squeaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueak
OH SHIT...OH SHIT...OH....
Derrick dropped the trashbag. He bounded towards his bedroom; one big step, two big step, three big step, four--
His hand on the handle. He flung open the door.
She was on top. FUCK. Why had he not factored in this possibility?
BRO JUST GRAB DENNIS AND BEAT THE SHIT FROM HIM BRO!
Derrick did hesitate. For one moment, during which neither Dennis nor Elisa seemed to know he was there. Elisa bent over, one hand on Dennis' shoulder, the other planted on the mattress, making a loud sound, her legs trembling a little. Derrick's cock a little hard...
Naturally, he did everything wrong from that point on: he went right up to the bed, pushed Elisa aside - brushing her left tit, the farthest he'd ever gone with her- and grabbed Dennis by the neck with one hand, under his armpit with the other. It was like a movie projector had suddenly stopped running and the lights were suddenly up.
Elisa: Oh my god, what the fuck?!?
Dennis (shit eating grin still attached to his face): Oh my god dude, are you serious?
SMACK. Derrick socked him in the jaw and tried hoisting him away from Elisa. Of course, she was already off his cock, shimmying backwards on the bed.
SPLURT.
Warm liquid smacked Derrick's face. He knew exactly what it was. He leaped backward and cried out.
Dennis made a snorting sound somewhere between a sound of surprise and a big laugh. He kept laughing. He slid off the bed legs first, half-erect cock flapping and Elisa fell backwards off the other end. Derrick touched his face. He felt it.
NOOOOOOOOO.
"Yo, yo..." Dennis tried talking through laughter. "Couldn't you have chosen a better moment, man? She was about to cum...you can't do that to a woman."
Derrick punched him again. Not that hard. He heard Elisa scrambling to her feet, getting her clothes on.
"You weren't going to give her an orgasm, but you didn't have to make her NOT have an orgasm."
SMACK.
This time Derrick got him hard. Blood flew out of Dennis's mouth. Dennis clutched his mouth. He swept his legs under Derrick's and Derrick wobbled and keeled over, his ceiling and ceiling fan abstract blurs, and body slammed his floor.
"All right, all right, I'm going," Dennis said. A new tone now. "I would fucking fuck you up, but I don't have the energy. Good luck letting my jizz settle on your face. I guess you'll get used to it by the morning." Elisa had slammed the door. Booked it back to her house, or wherever, never to be seen again. Dennis was throwing on his own clothes. Derrick's eyes were opening and shutting and he felt like he couldn't get up.
"Good night," Dennis said and shut the door.
Derrick lay there for he did not know how long. Another guy's jizz trickling down his face and pooling on to the space between his rug and his ear. Getting in to his hair. Even after he finally got toilet paper and cleaned it off, mostly, he lay back right back down in that same spot. He did not want to think about the shit he'd get from the other guys, even Charles. He wanted to sleep forever. And he had no idea when he'd next get laid.