Bro’s Room 4: The Dorm

 

  

Yep, Jett was sure this was his fault. Pure masculine energy radiating from his little brother and his brother’s friends as they arm wrestled on his coffee table.

Did he care?

Not really. How could he? He wasn’t even sure how it happened.

Then again, maybe he had an inkling.

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Jett was woken up at 8am by his parents blaring his phone. They had both taken turns calling him until he finally woke up. He reached over, to the small table in front of him, groggily answering. Another late gaming session, he had fallen asleep on the couch again. He scrolled at all their missed calls, before answering. His mom was the lucky winner of his attention.

“Huh…yeah sure,” Jett said on the verge of sleeping again. “No, no I remember,” he had no idea what she was talking about. “I’ll be ready.” No, he wouldn’t. “Love you too, mom.” The hang up was quick on the opposite end. Jett stared at the blank screen and groaned. His eyes darted around his room. His dorm room. He wore nothing but a pair of loose shorts and socks, feeling a breeze on his bare ass, as air traveled inside. An empty bag of chips beside him on the couch and abandoned cans and drinks on his table.

One of the best things Jett had ever done was go to college. The young man was now a senior, but back during freshman year he ended up with his own dorm room after his roommate dropped out before the school year. That trend continued as he always relied on the University system match up to be paired with randos who always went with someone else. His luck just worked that way. Some students always got good professors, he always got a private dorm. This year he had a campus apartment dorm at the far edges of the campus. So much space all for him and he lived in every inch of it. His sleeping, eating, gaming and gooning space. He wasn’t trying to impress anyone. However, one of the worst things Jett had ever done was go to college in the town he grew up in. 

When his parents discovered he had a dorm all to himself, they repeatedly tried to pawn his little brother off on him. Jett swerved and dodged so many of their inquiries. His space wasn’t really ever going to be meant for others. But fate was bound to catch up with him, and he ended up trapping himself. His mom secretly made him reveal he had no plans for a weekend, then dumped his brother, Logan on him. It was pitched as a way for his brother to visit the campus. Not that college was even on Logan’s radar yet. But his parents just didn’t want Logan at the house for a weekend while they left. They wanted to protect the house at all costs.

The only reason Logan conceded was by having his friends come with him, Felix and Rory. All decided before Jett had even agreed. His parents were sly that way. Regardless, it meant Jett was going to be playing host to his brother and friends. Technically, it shouldn't have been a problem; they did live in the same house, in the same room, for years. Logistically though, Jett lived a very solitary life. He had enough food for him and ate it whenever, the games he liked, wore as little as he pleased, and stroked his cock when he wanted too. All the things he couldn't do when he lived with someone else, at least not brazenly. The dorm was really a reflection of Jett’s innermost repressed self. 

Others found it strange. Jett’s life. He was a jock all the way to his core but a complete introvert. He didn’t need parties. His alone time was the celebration. Meanwhile his little brother, Logan, was an extroverted, average student. The boy wasn’t exceptional, in sports, academics, or any other extracurricular activities, but he could run his mouth and people ate it up. Not even in an annoying way, just a gregarious dude. Even Jett wasn't impervious to the powers of a mouth that could run a mile a minute when enthused. Did make for some very annoying interrupted tug sessions though, when he thought he had privacy, only to be thrown off by a voice across the room asking him a question.

Jett sighed thinking back on it. He could barely remember that version of himself. He had felt cooped up and forced to play the part of a much more palatable persona that could fit into a family unit. Now on his own, would he even be able to go back to that? It was fine during a break where he had to be home, and could mentally justify it, but the dorm room was his space and he’d still be here. Just with…visitors.

The high moon above, Mr. and Mrs. Ward were more than happy to drop off their son Logan and his friends, happily staying seated in their SUV. Jett stared at the huge grin on his parents’ faces, knowing their house wasn’t under any threat. He stood at the entrance to his apartment, in the same outfit he woke up in. There was only one staircase inside that led straight up to his dorm. Logan got out of the car, grabbing his bag, then ran to Jett wrapping him in a hug. Felix and Rory exited the car much more calmly and earned themselves fist bumps from Jett. The Ward parents drove off into the night.

“Good to see the Three musketeers are going strong.” Jett said. He started walking inside when Logan launched himself on his back. He had a feeling that was coming. Jett ended up giving an impromptu piggyback ride as he charged up the steps, grappling at Logan’s legs so he didn’t fall down. 

“Oh okay, that was intense,” Logan slid off, causing Jett’s shorts to slide down a bit too. The teen wobbled around looking for his footing.

“Serves you right for ambushing your brother.” Rory laughed. Jett didn't say anything. He let the interaction play out, Rory could be a kiss-ass to authority, and though it sucked for Rory, he’d come to find out there was no authority here.

Felix came trudging up the stairs, lifting a much heavier suitcase. He had overthought and therefore overpacked. The young man slammed his luggage on the top platform panting, “How are you guys, not freaking about the fact we’re on a campus? Argue later.” That statement seemed to reignite excitement in the boy's eyes as they turned to Jett expectantly.

Jett saw hope in their eyes and really had no idea what to tell them. There was no secret world beyond his door. He put his key in and opened up, stepping inside, before he turned around and motioned for them to follow with a head nod. 

The boys, huddled up, followed Logan’s lead inside. Jett sheepishly watched the wonder fall from their faces as they stepped into his humble abode. He hadn’t cleaned up from…well since ever. In his eyes, there was no point in cleaning a mess for two days that he was just going to get dirty again. The boys were just going to have to deal with it, meet the Jett that existed when not at home, on his best foot forward.

“Jesus,” Felix said, looking around eyes wide.

“Don’t be rude.” Rory hit him in the shoulders.

“Me? Have you seen this place? You could’ve at least cleaned up.” Felix said.

“Could’ve…didn’t want to.” Jett scratched along his abs right above his brown pubes. He hadn’t pulled his shorts back up, leaving them lower on his waist. All his guest’s eyes followed his hand’s movement, then he didn’t peel away even when he was done scratching. He stretched, arms out chest forward, confused as to why they were all standing there gawking at him like a zoo animal. His room wasn’t that bad. A “You guys, good?” from him seemed to break whatever spell had come over them.

Logan bounced back first, disappointment on his face, at the room. Walking in further he sniffed, “What’s that smell?”

“Hey, watch it.” Jett chided him, he wouldn’t take that kind of slander. His room may have looked bad, but it didn’t reek. 

“No, it’s not a bad smell, just weird.” Logan admitted. “I can’t really describe it.”

Cheetos, Doritos, aloe soap, Mountain-scented cologne, dried cum, and personal pheromones meant for a party of one. Jett knew it well. He couldn’t remember if it was couth or uncouth to point out the boners forming in all their shorts. The consequences of being a loner coming back to bite him in the ass. Jett didn’t want to talk so he didn’t. He just watched as Logan and his friends got situated, placing their sleeping bags around.

“You guys, thirsty?” Jett asked, remembering that’s what a good host would do. He saw heads nod. His back felt kind of hot as he turned away headed to the kitchen, like he knew all their eyes were on him. But this wasn’t the admiration stares he’d grown up with, or the look of silent judgement he intended to be annoyed by when they visited. It was a different beast altogether. He kneeled and cracked open his mini fridge, trying to guess what they’d like. As he reached inside, he heard whispering. Did those idiots not know he could hear them? He was in another room, but it was small apartment.

  

“What’s going on with your brother, is he like… depressed or something? Look at his room. Your guy's room back home never looked like this” Rory stated.

“I–I don’t know.” Logan admitted. Voice wavering, but not from fear or sadness. It sounded like he was breathing heavily.

Felix cut in, “Forget his room, did you see him? I mean he’s always been handsome, but when I walked in here it’s like, he became hot to me.”

“To be honest, him, the room, it’s like I have to look at it all.” Logan said. There were murmurs of agreement. “I feel like we should leave, but I don’t want to.”

Jett had no idea why they were all being weird about it. It was just a dorm, and his shirtless attire look was just how he chose to exist in the world. Logan was probably shocked because he had never experienced the true Jett as a person encapsulated into a space. Full concentrate. No rules, or regulations to confine his lifestyle. They say people bloom at college and Jett was no exception. He strode back into the living room tossing them soda cans. Felix and Logan were on his couch, while Rory had elected to sit on the floor over his sleeping back. Each pretending they weren’t just running their mouths about him.

“So, when are we gonna go out?” Logan snatched his can from the air. Rory and Felix sipped on their drinks looking at their friend like he was crazy.

Jett’s face flattened, “We’re not going anywhere. You guys are staying here all weekend.”

“What come on, you’re supposed to like–like, show us around. Help us get in with frats, meet college babes.” Logan whined, he tried to get his friends to back him up. Felix turned to Jett in agreement with his friend, while Rory looked away as if only sure if Jett was sure.

Sauntering over and plopping himself on the couch between Felix and Logan, He poked Felix’s head and flicked Logan's ear. “You guys watch too many movies. How about some appreciation, I even let you kick it with me?”

The truth was Jett didn't want to go anywhere. He hardly ever wanted to go out. This weekend was no exception and just because he had guests wasn't going to change that. He was willing to accommodate them and make them comfortable, but he wasn’t breaking his schedule and to make himself uncomfortable. If he had offered the invitation of his own volition sure, he could spice it up, but this was a parent sanctioned hangout. Going above and beyond wasn’t in the itinerary. He threw an arm up along the spine of the couch, behind Logan. The movement wasn't different from anything he’d do at home, but Logan’s body jerked. Not a flinch from fear, but a tug that sat him up straighter and pulled him towards Jett.

“Why are you guys acting so weird?” Jett said out loud. He felt like he was acting in a play and was the only person who didn't know his lines.

“We’re not weird, you’re just… different here,” Rory said, before correcting, “But not like in a bad way. Right Logan?” Jett could tell Rory was drowning under his stare, but Jett didn't mean nothing by it, he just wanted to be in on whatever they were. Logan didn’t toss a lifeline, keeping his mouth shut, So Jett decided to let the thing go he sighed and said, “Let’s fucking game, can we at least agree on that?” There were cheers of agreement as Logan booted up his gaming system.

Logan opened his can and took a sip, "What the?” He pulled his head away, staring at it.

“Don’t be dramatic, it's just a Celsius. Sparking water at that.” Jett stated.

Smacking his lips, retasting the drink, Logan said, “No, it not that it’s—Felix let me try some of your drink.” Felix pulled his drink closer to his chest; he wasn’t giving it up. Logan reached over his brother, one hand landing between Jett’s manspread legs, the other swiping Felix’s drink. Another lip smacking before Felix snatched it back. “Rory too.” Logan stayed hunched over his brother's lap, while his open hand mimed ‘gimme’. Rory, ever the pleaser, held his can to Logan's mouth and gave him a little taste. 
Jett was convinced this was a comedy routine the three must have worked out before. They’d never been so strange around him.

Logan’s body visibly shuddered, the moment Rory pulled his drink away. “Jett these drinks…taste like you.” The older boy could not decipher what his brother was trying to convey. It made no sense. His eyes went to Felix and Rory who appeared to be gulping down more of their drinks faster in fear Jett might take them away, based on nonsense. Jett sat his brother up, back on the couch, and waterfalled a bit of it. Tasted like sugar water to him. He handed it back, which Logan wasted no time chugging.

They gamed for a while; Jett was slow to notice how closer all the boys got to him. Felix and Logan, at his sides, while Rory had pushed out the coffee table to sit closer to Jett’s feet. Got to the point Jett could barely move his arms. He thought maybe they had just missed him a lot. He let them play since his arms were useless. The trio felt bigger, like there was more mass to their bodies. Which seemed absurd as they were never guys who spent time at the gym. But as Jett sat there, he could have sworn their shirts were showing more bulk. They looked like college freshmen.

“Jett, you smell, like so good.” Felix muttered, barely watching the game.

“Thanks? But I think you’re about to die.” He pointed at the screen.

“You feel good too,” Logan rubbed a hand on Jett’s bare back. At that point Jett was sure he was being fucked with but didn’t get the end game. Was it gay chicken, or just a general unsettle him goal?

“Looks good too,” Rory kissed Jett’s leg.

Jett jumped up, “I don’t know what the hell in the hormones is going on here—

He was interrupted by unison groaning from their guts. It was a loud bubbling, as his guest toppled over. Logan's face planted where Jett’s ass had been. Felix pressed onto where Jett’s back was, while Rory huffed the general air. Jett noticed it with Logan first; his brother’s body growing on the couch, knees pressing further in the cushion, weighing heavier. Felix chest swelled out, more developed than anything he ever had in his life, strained under his shirt, soaring in height alongside Logan. Rory wasn’t outdone, racking up inches as his clothes whined against his body. There was a subtle shift across their faces as all baby fat was scrapped away, leaving only the true outline of their chins and jaw lines. They were undeniably older, their clothes now tight on their bodies. Another year tacked on: Sophomores.

“Shit, maybe those Celsius were bad.” Jett admitted, rubbing his head.

A few minutes later, the guys were back to normal. Well, they were sitting up at least. Jett tried to be responsible, see if anyone wanted to throw up, and had the shits. But they started acting like he was crazy for asking. He told them people don’t typically undergo grow spurts within the span of minutes. They acted like they had always been that way; He told them to explain why their clothes were so tight. They couldn’t. Got their ass! But it was a fact that they seemed genuinely confused by, not a bit to get one over on Jett.

Their stomachs grumbled again and they complained about being hungry. It wasn’t Jett’s dinner time, so they were going to have to make do with snacks. He popped into the kitchen and delivered them chips, before sitting back down on the couch. Logan and his friends seemed too preoccupied with gaming and eating, to try going for Jett again. As the boys munched and toiled away, they started moaning, each chip they bit into.

“Fuck,” Logan turned to Jett, fingers covered in Hot Cheeto dust, “This tastes like you.” He shook the bag.” Then he licked his fingers, intense eye contact with Jett. Jett was lost once again.

“Nah man. These do!” Felix held up his Cool Ranch Doritos. Jett noticed Logan and Felix kept man spreading, knees bumping into his–When did their legs even get so long– and he kept closing their legs with his hand. This was HIS couch only he was allowed to man spread. Slowly but surely, their legs kept drifting open as if it were their natural state. Jett gave up.

“These Fritos were banging. Like your room in a bag, Jett.” Rory said, tossing the last of the crumbs into his mouth.

Jett had to wonder if his downstairs neighbor had a weed incense going, that he just wasn’t picking up on. Logan tried to put his slimy fingers on a controller. “No, way.” Jett slid it from his lil bros reach. “You guys need to wash your hands. Only I make a mess here.” They all got up, clothes rustling, as they walked by. All the fabric was getting to the point where the shirts and pants looked painted on. They were standing kind of tall, muscles showing off, and their butts were looking pretty big. Jett paused his internal monologue; he had no idea where that intrusive thought came from. Not that it was incorrect. They did look good.

By the time they came back, hands clean, even showing them off to Jett, they'd grown more. Jett could have said something, but that would have meant expending more energy to say it and honestly…Jett was over it. Logan sat back in his spot on the couch only this time nestling in, Jett’s open arm space snuggling in closer. Not exactly unusual for the brother but Logan got really close. Felix sat on the couch, throwing his feet on Jett’s lap. They were definitely stretching Felix’s socks to their limit sitting on Jett’s lap like berry mashers. Rory looked like he was about to do something too, but one death glare from Jett, Rory plopped his ass right back on the floor by Jett’s left leg and leaned against it. 

Jett realized he was being treated like a cuddle buddie but had no idea what to do about it. He sat there sort of taking it, “Are you guys having a good time?” He asked, watching as their heads turned to him.

“I’m having a great time; Glad we decided to ditch our dorms and come hang out at yours!” Logan stated.

“Your dorms?” Jett asked unsure where that came from.

“Yeah, Jett knows how to have a good time.” Felix used his foot to tap at Jett’s abs. “Look at the material."

“Nothing better than this,” Rory wagged the control in his hands. “Bro party dorm!”

Jett let it slide, it was only for a couple of days, they’d eventually drop the bit, the bad Celsius would wear off. All this talk was just an elaborate joke. And if it wasn’t? Well, why was that his problem, everyone else could figure it out. Hearing the grumbling of stomachs, as well as his own, an hour later was the sign he actually needed to feed his guest.

“What are you going to cook for us big bro?” Logan asked as Jett stood, the younger brother right beside him like an excited puppy. 

“I would love to watch you cook in front of the stove,” Rory added. 

“You should take your shorts off while at it!” Felix tacked on. 

Sighing, Jett turned to them, “I’m not cooking. I am one person. You guys are getting McDonald's while you’re here. It’s right up the block, gonna go buy it, just test me what you want.” Jett walked into his bedroom tossing on a shirt and clicking on slides before walking out. His brother and gang tried to follow him, but he held up a finger. “Aht aht. You three stay here. I can’t take any more of this.” He circled his hand around them. “Stay here. Do whatever you want, don't break anything.” He stepped out the door; he heard the sound of the boys running around his apartment. They sounded like dogs going through his stuff probably rolling on the floor. Was his apartment unintentionally cooler than he thought? 

He enjoyed his quiet walk to the golden arches, but on his way back, food in hand, he could only imagine how great it’d be once he got his place back. He went inside the door to his section of the place, as he walked up the stairs he heard voices. Deep voices that resonated in the empty stairway. Certainly not his brother and friends’ voices as there was not even a crack, or pitch above a low register. Jett pouted wondering who the hell those three had let into his place. He rushed up the stairs. His door was cracked. Stepping inside, he saw his bedroom, where many of his clothes had been tossed about. He walked towards the voices coming from his kitchen.

His body straightened up when he saw them. Three men his age, standing around his mini fridge, shirtless. He had been expecting intruders, but even from his vantage point, there was no denying the faces plopped along the ripped bodies belonged to Logan, Felix, and Rory. Much older versions of them, but them nonetheless. More importantly, Jett could tell they were all dressed in his shorts. Logan was squatting on the ground, handing out one of Jett’s Monsters to Rory. Their bodies were insane, like ripped muscled imitations of Jett’s own body. He could see Logan's cheeks pop into place in his shorts as Felix and Rory’s chests firmed up top.

“What are you guys doing?” Jett could have cared more about how different the three he was watching looked, how tall they stood. He could have studied the anatomy of his brother back alone. But he didn’t. What he cared about was they were about to drink his shit.

“Welcome back bro,” Logan stood up, rising to Jett’s height, “We just wanted to keep this party going.”

“So, you put on my clothes?” Jett stated.

All the boys looked down, shaking their muscled legs in Jett’s shorts as if to show off. The material has adjusted perfectly to their various bodies.

“Ha, I kinda forgot about this,” Felix chuckled. “I almost thought these were mine.”

“Same here.” Logan agreed.” Feels nice to be in your shorts though bro, just another thing from your dorm that’s awesome.”

“AND you brought the food,” Rory pointed to the large bag, winking. “Time to eat, he bangs on the counter in a very unlike Rory way.

Logan motioned to his friends as they left the kitchen to go back into the living room. The three of them, all smiles. They plopped down on the couch as Jett handed over the bag. The Trio dove into the back pulling out food as Jet watched. They ate a bit but then started messing around, playing with the food before they caught Jett looking at them.

Their eyes were locked on him.

“But my shorts.” Jett repeatedly stunned, to see other bodies, not his, rocking out in them.

“Big bro you can’t even blame this on us, we didn’t have a choice,” Logan motioned to his friends to pick up what was on the table, “We were in your bedroom, because why not, that’s like the heart of this place.” Logan held up a magazine. Not a common magazine meant for everyday people. It was Jett's Playboy. “We found these under your bed opened them up and our clothes shred right off our bodies,” Logan reclined back reading it as Rory and Felix shared one together.

 

“So naughty, big bro.” Logan teased.

“Jett’s got some good taste,” Rory added.

“Definitely,” Felix nodded his head.

Jett stared at them. It didn't escape him how well adapted all three boys were to his dorm. Looked like they almost belonged there. With that thought, his room rumbled, only for a second. As he turned, he noticed his dorm had expanded out. Logan and his friends hadn't looked up at all. Jett walked into the extra bedroom that appeared, more clothing and personal items that mocked his, beds left unmade in the same way. In Jett’s own bedroom an extra bed had appeared: Logan’s. Jett didn't know how he knew, this was their stuff he just did. However, Jett didn’t care about the expansion, or the physical changes, this was still HIS dorm and all three would still be sleeping on the floor.

Though as he walked back in the arm-wrestling match going on. He got the feeling that with the amount of masculine energy emulating his own they'd probably try to get into his bed before trying to get into their own.

He sighed. This was about to get annoying.