Jason could feel something straining in his tightening pants. It was not just his belly that was pushing toward Ryan. He leaned in, letting his belly graze the tent. He made eye contact and felt himself falling deep in the pools of Ryan's clear blue eyes.



Hours later, Jason woke up. He could hear noises all over the frat. Some of the frat boys had early morning classes on Mondays. Panic flushed through his system. The frat boys would soon realize that we was missing. He had to wake Ryan to remove the boy's head from his belly. "Ryan, we're screwed."

"No we're not, our classes don't start till the afternoon," Ryan yawned.

"No not that, someone will realize that I am not downstairs."

"Oh that's simple. As long as we wait for those with morning classes to leave the frat and then you sneak out, change, and return pretending you had gone out for breakfast with a friend or something. Then again, this isn't the fifties, we could just tell them. I don't think anyone would really care that much. What do you think?"

Jason had to think this over. In many ways, sneaking out a third story frat house with clothes that were food-stained and barely fit him seemed easier, but Ryan was right. They should have nothing to fear, but Jason was still confused by last night. He always thought he was straight.