The Toga Party

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

I'm just about to finish my essay when my phone buzzes.

Carlos: SOS! Help!

Me: Where's the fire?

Carlos: Wardrobe assistance needed ASAP.

Carlos: Come to my room, please. Door's unlocked.

Me: Ok.

With a sigh, I pad across the hall, not even bothering to put on shoes. I push open Carlo's door, and I'm greeted with a sight of the full moon. "Woah!" I try to cover my eyes to give him a chance to put something on, but he just rips my hands away from my face until I'm staring at him completely naked.

"Dude," he says, rolling his eyes. "You've seen me naked in the shower before. Not a big deal. We're both guys."

I chuckle awkwardly, trying to not let my eyes wander below his neck. "Yeah, but that's different."

Carlos just shrugs and holds up random pieces of white cloth. "I need your help to make my toga for the Halloween party."

I gape at him. "You want me to make your toga? Why didn't you just buy one?"

"Cause I didn't want to spend the money. Duh. We're broke college students; I don't have money for that shit." He narrows his eyes at me. "Why, did you buy one?"

"No way. I'm not even going."

Carlos slaps me on the shoulder. "Freddy, you have to go. It's part of the pledge process. They could kick you out if you don't."

I groan and sit on his bed before realizing that it puts me at eye level with his cock. I quickly stand back up, my cheeks warming. "I really hate this. Why do they do a Halloween toga party? It's just going to be a bunch of people getting drunk in skimpy clothing."

Carlos grins. "That's the best part, dude! Think about all the ladies that'll be there. My mentor said that he lost his virginity that night when he was a pledge."

"Okay, fine. I'll go... just put on some underwear or something. No one wants to see all that." I gesture at his dick, desperately trying not to notice how thick it is.

"Alright! That's my man! Now, go get some bedsheets. I'll help you make your toga."

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An hour later after way too many accidental brushes against Carlos's dick and some informative YouTube videos on toga tying, we're finally heading to the party at the Kappa house.

The chilly October air nips at my exposed chest with only a strip of cloth offering protection against the elements. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this," I grumble.

"This party is going to be epic, dude. You won't regret it. I have a feeling that neither of us is going to be a virgin by the end of the night," Carlos says, rubbing his hands together in unbridled excitement. He's bouncing on his feet so much that I'm afraid he's going to loosen the knots holding up his toga and flash everyone in a two-mile radius.

"Alright, well, don't get your hopes up too much," I say with a grin. "Any girl that sees that cock of yours is going to run away screaming in terror that you'll split her in half."

Carlos bumps his shoulder against mine. "Are you saying I have a big cock?"

My cheeks warm again despite the cold. "Shut up."

We get to the house and can feel the bass booming before we even go inside. One of the seniors is standing at the door in a toga, holding a large brown box that has underwear tax scrawled on it in black Sharpie.

"Uh, what's that?" Carlos asks, pointing at the box.

"You have to give us your underwear before you can go inside," the guy says with a smirk on his face.

"What if I'm not wearing underwear?" Carlos retorts.

"Prove it."

"Okay." Carlos, not one to back away from a challenge, lifts the front of his toga and flashes the dude his cock and cackles as the guy's eyes widen, taking in Carlos's massive tool.

"Damn. Go right on in then." He lets Carlos go through but then blocks my way. "Underwear," he deadpans.

Reluctantly, I pull down my white boxer briefs and drop them into the box, which is already looking full with boxers and panties of various colors. "I hope you're happy," I hiss to Carlos once I'm inside. "That was my favorite underwear."

He slings his arm around my shoulder. "Let's get your dick wet tonight, and you won't even care about it by the morning."

The toga party is like any other typical college frat party, except that everyone is almost half-naked. Guys everywhere are walking around with exposed chests, some of them dropping the top half of their togas. The girls on the other hand are a mixed bag with their breasts covered in smaller cloth that wraps around their backs and a separate piece of cloth covering their bottoms or sheets that cover a good portion of their bodies but is short enough that sitting with your legs open can do some serious damage.

Cheap beer flows freely. Some guy is doing a keg stand in the corner, his toga riding up--or is it down since he's upside down?--to expose his hairy cock and balls. One section of the house has a game of beer pong going on, while another group has turned the living room into a makeshift dance floor of sweaty, grinding bodies.

"Yo! Freddy! Carlos! Over here!" Declan, the Kappa President, waves us over to the back of the large house. Declan is your typical finance-gym bro, and he's got the muscles and chest hair to back it up. "We're about to play extreme darts. Wanna join?"

"What's extreme darts? You're not throwing them at each other, are you?" I ask, wondering if the night is going to end with someone in the hospital.

"Nah," Jamie, the star of the swimming team, says, pushing his blond hair out of his eyes. "We play in pairs. Best out of three gets to have their opponent do something they want."

I glance at Carlos, who's already looking excited. "Okay."

Jamie grins. "Great, you're competing against me, freshie. And Carlos can go against Declan."

Carlos and Declan go first, and to Carlos's dismay, he only lands one bullseye compared to Declan's two. Declan looks at Carlos with hunger in his eyes. "Alright, pledge. I want you to suck on my nipples."

Carlos's eyes widen, but then he roars with laughter. He leans in close to Declan and takes his right nipple into his mouth, sucking on it, his tongue flicking over the pink bud until the skin is red and swollen. He does the same thing to Declan's other nipple and by the time he's done, Declan is sporting a very obvious boner.

A small crowd has gathered to watch what's going on, and it only adds to the pressure when Jamie hands me the darts. I throw the first one, and it lands outside the rings, causing some upperclassmen to snicker. I throw again and do a little better, while my third throw has me landing just outside the bullseye.

Unfortunately, I already know I'm going to lose when the first dart Jamie throws hits the bullseye, quickly following up with repeat hits with his second and third throws. The look he gives me is almost predatory. "I want you to play the next round without your toga."

My jaw drops, and before I can protest, the audience we've gained starts chanting: Strip! Strip! Strip! I look to Carlos for support, but he just shrugs helplessly.

There's no way out of this without looking like a coward, so I undo the knot at my shoulder, letting the bedsheet fall to my waist and then undo the knot there. The sheets pool around my feet as people cheer and wolf-whistle. I'm completely exposed, and to my horror, my cock starts to twitch, slowly thickening in front of dozens of college students until I'm at half-mast.

Declan, not even acknowledging my nakedness, hands Carlos three more darts and says, "Alright, let's go another round." The round doesn't go well for Carlos, but it's what comes out of Declan's mouth that has my pulse racing and my cock throbbing. "Carlos, I want you to kiss Freddy's tip."