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immediately get back together the next day. It just got to be too much. That’s why he had broken up with her for good last year (he had done it before Christmas, so he wouldn’t have to buy her a present). Now that he had gotten a chance to experience what it was like to fuck whomever he wanted, whenever he wanted, however he wanted, there was no way he was ever going back to a monogamous relationship (well, maybe after he graduated from college. No, after he retired from the NFL; he didn’t want to miss out on all the groupies). Emily would be good to have on his arm for homecoming though.
    He rose from the bed and picked up his phone. He did a cursory scroll through the footage of his tryst with Emily: it could use a little more kink, but it was good stuff. He couldn’t wait to show it to the guys tomorrow during breakfast; they were going to be so fucking jealous! Winning the bet, with Emily Bulstride as his trump card, allowed Jason to fall asleep easily.
     
    The pleasant smell of pancakes and eggs stirred Jason. He put his boxers on, grabbed his phone from the dresser, and bounced down the stairs to the large eat-in kitchen. Eric and Andy were already seated at the table, eating.
    “Hey, loser, we were wondering when you were gonna show up. You missed a good time last night.” Eric shoved a strip of bacon into his mouth.
    “That’s okay, because I was having a good time of my own.” Jason took a seat and proudly placed his phone on the table.
    “No fucking way! Not you too! I can’t believe both of you douchebags got laid last night, and I didn’t. And it was my fucking party! If I had known this shit was gonna happen, I wouldn’t have thrown it. So who’s the unlucky girl?”
    Jason pointed at his phone. “Read it and weep. Or watch it and weep. Whatever! Just watch the last video I recorded.”
    Eric unlocked Jason’s phone and hit the camera app. He selected the video recorded last night. Jason watched as Andy and Eric leaned in to watch the video, smug satisfaction written all over his face.
    “Holy shit!” yelled Eric.
    “Oh snap!” cried Andy.
    Their reactions made Jason grin from ear to ear. This was even better than the sex. Well, almost.
    “You and Emily? You and Emily?” Eric repeated, Jason’s booty having stupefied him. “Man, I can’t even be mad. You won the bet, fair and square, and you did it with Emily Bulstride. I tip my hat to you, J.” He and Jason dapped.
    “Yeah, good job, bro.” Andy also congratulated him with a dap.
    “So what was she like?” Eric wondered. His eyes were still on the video. “Is she good? She looks like she was good.”
    “Man, she was so, so, so, so, so , so good,” Jason said, going into raconteur mode. “She let me manhandle her, she let me come in her—man, she didn’t even ask me to put on a condom.”
    “Ha! Slut!” Eric laughed and shoved another piece of bacon in his mouth.
    “Her pussy has no hair on it,” Andy grizzled.
    Jason just looked at him: what a fucking weirdo.
    “Sascrotch fucker!” Eric yelled.
    “Fuck you, Eric,” Andy retorted.
    “Dude, look at her tits. Could they be anymore perfect?” Eric was practically drooling. “Can you make me a copy of this, J?”
    “Yeah, me too.”
    “As soon as you guys pay me my money.”
    “Done. I just need to stop by the bank,” Eric said.
    “Yeah, me too.”
    “So what did you guys do last night while I was busy getting busy?”
    “Freshmen initiation,” Eric told him. “We got all the freshmen so drunk they couldn’t even stand, then we tied them up, and pissed and jizzed all over ’em. You should’ve been there, J. That shit was wicked. It was my most epic idea ever.”
    “So the only action you got last night was with dudes?” Jason chuckled and shook his head. “Fag.”
    “Fuck you, man.”
    “I’m sure you’d like to. Or do you only like freshmen? Is that like a prison thing, where you like the smaller, younger guys because they remind you of a