Date: Sun, 10 Jul 2011 01:34:04 -0400 From: M W Subject: The Lacrosse God Across the Hall-- PART FIVE LACROSSE STUD: PART 5 The Lacrosse God Across the Hall Below is the continued story based on some true events that happened to me in college, though its been heavily fictionalized for dramatic purposes, and of course names have been changed. This is meant as entertainment for adult consenting readers and not meant for anyone who is offended by aggressive and dirty gay sex. I welcome all suggestions and comments: Striker88888@gmail.com *** SCOTT Now that I'm in college, all I can think about is sucking my brother's dick. Does that make me a pervert? I don't care, man. It's the perfect piece of meat, a golden god I want to bow to every time it appears before me. Besides, my bro is the man, and I know where I stand...or kneel...in relation. Growing up we shared a room until I was fifteen, and usually he slept in white boxer briefs -- uisually above the covers since our house was so damn hot. I'd wait till he passed out and then whip out my own dick, jsut oogling his big hefty mound as I jerked off. I can't tell you how many socks ive ruined jerking my steamy load into them while I watched Luke sleep, his dick semi hard under that white cotton. So I'm a faggot--I admit it--not proud but hey what can I say? I was born this way, and at least I have a hell of a time when I'm on my kneels chowing down a massive loud of protein. It's probably my favorite thing to do. I pay catcher for my high school baseball team so I'm used to being my my knees eyeing some massive packages crammed inside tight pants, dying for release. Didn't act on these impulses for years, but I feel like now that I'm in college I have some major catching up to do...and some major dick to suck. Well, to be totally honest, I did suck Luke off once when I was barely in middle school. I lost a stupid bet to him in basketball...and quite frankly I was happy to have to "owe" him. He got head from me later that night when he was drunk--I doubt he even remembers that shit. He was out with his girlfriend and the bitch probably wouldn't put out for him...he came home horned up and I was there to fill in. I didn't know what I was doing but knew I fucking loved it...his dick did not disappoint. We really didn't discuss it after that but I figured it was for the best...didn't want to make things weird between us...he is my only brother and the greatest guy I know. It did make me even more hard up for his dick though....and I became even more of a jerk off fiend. His senior year of high school, Luke had come home from lacrosse practice still in his uniform. It was a hot Spring afternoon and he was sweaty as all hell...I remember watching beads of sweat glisten on his biceps...instantly giving me a boner. I was doing my homework when he came in, stripped down to his jock and proceeded to make a few phone calls. I was mesmerized, but tried to play it cool. He showered off quick and went off with some of his buddies, giving me a playful dead-arm on the way out. "See you bitch" he said. I still remember him saying it, and wishing so badly that I WAS his bitch. The second he walked out the front door I threw myself to the pile of cloths he left. I rubbed my face against the pouch of his jockstrap...inhaling the scent of his nuts. It was amazing, and my own rod was leaking precum jsut sniffing it. I put the jock over my face and started whacking off furiously, totally beating it for the life of me. Suddenly I realized my door had cracked open and my father was standing there, watching me go to town on my brother's jock. I froze totally, expecting him to come in there and kick the shit out of me. My dad didn't beat me many times growing up, but when he did give it to me he gave it to me good. He's a big irish ex-cop (was wounded on the job and forced to retire) so he certainly could give a solid pounding. Anyway I was mortified but my dad just sort of nodded slightly and walked away. I was embarrassed and couldn't finish jerking off, afraid of seeing my father later. Luckily he had gone off to the corner bar with his own friends by the time I had come downstairs later that day. ** That night I woke up suddenly from a good dream, and I knew instantly I had major wood. But something was different, and I quickly realized there was someone holding my legs down and touching my ass. When I realized it was dad I wanted to scream...but then I sort of calmed down, and something about the scene really turned me on. My dad was a stud, the kind of divorced guy that still got a ton of ladies every weekend even though they all knew he was trouble. My earliest memories are of seeing the outline of his hairy horse cock dripping wet in his swim trunks after he got out of my uncle's pool...and I remember loving the sight of his hefty package and muscular thighs even then. So here my dad was, lightly slapping my ass in the middle of the night. I smelled whiskey on him--which was pretty usual for a weekend. He slid one finger into my hole and I moaned--he told me to be quiet and take it, because he knew I liked it. "Oh Dad" I whimpered. And then added boldly: "I need your dick." Well it didn't take any more convincing. Dad flipped me over and squeezed some KY on his rod. He entered me pretty brutally, but once he was in took his time working my hole. The first dick ever in my ass and it was my dad's...was a pretty awesome thing. When he shot he pulled out and came all over my hole and my nutsack, and I quickly came myself feeling his hot splash of cum. So the first dick I sucked was my bros and the first dick that fucked me was my pops...but after each of these encounters there was sort of an awkward period that ended with us never discussing, or reprising, these hot scenarios. It was almost like I dreamed them, except I had the stains on my bedsheets the next day to prove it. The other thing of note during my night with dad is that as he fucked me, grabbing my shoulder for leverage as he filled me with his meat, he kept calling me Luke. Kept saying "Luke, I know you're dad's little stud" and things like that. I didn't correct him because I didn't want him to stop...and, well, the idea of being Luke sort of turned me on to. Sick I know..but what can I say? I'm a pervert. But, I'll tell you one thing. Luke's not the only guy for me...I mean, he is my brother after all. Maybe it's time I moved on. I do have one dude in mind; he's a real slutty bitch just like me. But he's a stud...and something about him, even when he's sucking dick himself, makes me want to lick every inch of him. His name's Mike. *** MIKE Sometimes I look at my life entering my junior year and think how differently things would have turned out if I hadn't met Luke. I mean, essentially my whole life would be different. I never imagined when I saw that cocky red-headed stud move in across the hall in my Freshman dorm that he'd come to play such an important--and fucking hot--role in my college experience, nevermind my own personal development as a dicksucker. Never would have imagined back then the lengths I'd go to please Luke and his buddies. Giving Luke a blumpkin my Freshman year was only the tip of the whole, depraved iceberg...since then I had been fucked every which way, raped with a lacrosse stick, blown his buddies on the toilet too, shared about 20 dicks through a glory hole with his little brother, been used as a cumrag dozens upon dozens of times, and once (to satisfied Luke's twisted friend, in a moment I'm not particularly proud of) eaten a piece of shit and then got double-stuffed by two dicks. So yeah, things have certainly taken a turn from the dude I was Freshman year...periodically taking drunk Freshman girls home and getting blowjobs from them. In fact, right now I'm just about worlds away from that. I actually did hook up with a few girls last year...all of them sort of Zeta Psi groupies who were hanging out around Luke and his frat brothers but ended up alone at the end of the night. Cute girls too, but those guys had pretty much their pick. Luke set me up with a few of them himself...which I thought was funny, since we both knew whose legs I'd be between much later at night. But I think Luke and the guys got off on me still living a "normal" life and being totally outwardly straight to the rest of our peers. It was only once the party ended did the tables turn, and my true bitch came out. This arrangement suited me, as I still enjoy chasing after and fucking girls, and I liked being the Zetas closet cocksucker too. So pretty much I had it all. And not that it was all sex all the time...even with these saturday night orgies I still had time to keep playing baseball and try to keep up with classes (though I am a decidedly B student...dick much more important to me right now than Calculus). And though every weekend was pretty much filled with servicing the group of dudes who Luke had let into what he called "our inner circle," weeknights had generally been pretty mellow and free. not that I wouldn't (and occasionally didn't) drop everything at a moment's notice when a text came in that said SUCK ME or MEET US or anything like that. Things really changed my junior year, however, when Luke got the idea to turn me into "PLAN B"...But before I go into all that, let me recap who the "inner circle" entailed going into junior year: JAMES--James was Luke's number two man when college started but their friendship had definitely cooled a bit over the last two years. James always seemed frustrated to be living in Luke's shadow, and he took the frustration out on me by always fucking me a bit harder or pushing his dick a bit deeper down my throat than he really needed to. I had caught on to James dirty little secret in the winter of last year: he was sucking Luke's dick as well. It made sense, given the way he worshipped, and also resented, him. James didn't know I knew though, he still tried to act tough like the "alpha" guy around him. Poor sap. All that being said, and while he was no god like Luke, he was a sexy piece himself. He played lacrosse and was big and meaty, definitely an aggressive player out on the field. He was a guys guy more than anything, a bit incompetent with picking up girls but that came out of his own clumsy masculinity more than anything. So James had plenty of lonely nights when the only person he had to fuck was me--and he definitely took advantage of my availability. Still, now that I knew he sucked dick it definitely put James in a more complicated light. ROB--Rob has caught me blowing Luke in the middle of last year, so Luke brought him aboard sort of to prevent anyone else finding out. He was a brother as Zeta Psi along with his identical twin Pat. They were both stunning, with shaggy brown hair and tall, slender good looks. Girls LOVED this pair and watching them work their magic on women was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen (I can only imagine how many hot threesomes they had with horny co-eds eager to get two studly twins in bed). By that token, I was DYING to get to suck Pat's dick too...though so far only Rob was feeding me. Not that that was such a bad thing, Rob's dick was a huge 10.5 inches and with a beautiful curve. Unlike Luke or James, he was definitely the quiet type, just sort of liked to kick back and have me go to work. Rob was all about blowjobs, I think they were a great stress reliever for him given his hard class schedule (he was pre-med). So it was often from James I'd get texts on weeknights asking for head at such and such time in such and such place...requests I'd always grant no questions asked. CRAIG-- Craig was a little punk, ripped with muscles due to way too much time at the gym and a big inferiority complex from being a "little guy" (about 5 foot eight) in a house of strapping athletes. Craig was also sort of a sadistic dick...something I both loved and hated about him. Craig threatened to spill the beans when he and Rob first found me sucking Luke off, and only agreed to keep quiet when I agreed to eat a piece of his crap from the toilet while he photographed me..."insurance" he called it in case I ever let anyone know I was blowing them. While I haven't quite done that again, Craig keeps inventing new ways to torture me and make me work to be his little bitch. He also has a really dirty mind. He likes keeping me in his used jockstraps all the time...every time he sees me he makes me show him the seam, and if I'm not wearing one I'll get a massive dead-arm. Craig's from Chicago and a huge Cubs fan -- he'd watch the best series from his computer streaming on MLB TV. Often Craig would keep me on hand as his urinal during the game, inserting his soft dick into my throat every time he had to go, so he didn't have to miss a single pitch to go to the bathroom (and with all the beer he downed during the games, he was pretty much constantly pissing). He was full of other twisted ideas too. Often he'd make me fuck myself or suck off a dildo he had while he watched and jacked off from a distance. Sometimes he'd spooge on the floor and make me lick it up, always photographing me and talking shit about what a fag I was. When he'd come home form a long run or the gym, he'd just lie down on his bedroom carpet and have me eat out his sweaty asshole. I hated it at first but soon started appreciating his rnak ass, and he knew it...he was twisted alright and I was twisted arund his little finger. It was a dangerous combo. LUKE-- Then, of course, there's the god himself, Luke. To think this all started with him. Even after servicing all these studs in all these ways, there was noting I preferred more than simply giving Luke a good old fashioned blowjob on my knees, watching his muscular body tense as he got close to orgasm, feeling his strong palm grasp the back of my head as he worked my throat. Luke was certainly devious and clearly had an "agenda" when it came to me--but he was so confident in his sexy untouchability that he wasn't (usually) a downright asshole or douchebag to me like James or Craig were. He just simply knew I wanted him, and didn't hold back from using me however he saw fit. And even in this grab bag of studs he was still the hottest--close-cut red hair with a messy flip in front, sparkling green eyes and a smile that melted hearts...yet with a broad shouldered and rugged frame and a world-weary darkness to his countenance; in short, he was both cute and dangerous, adorable and threatening. I might have fallen in love with Luke if I were a girl....right now what I felt was infatuation. Then there were a few random others who know. Luke's lacrosse coach had had a pretty good time bending me over and fucking me alongside him one afternoon last year. Have a feeling Luke and his coach have shared more than one fuck before. There's also Betsy and two other sorority sluts Luke and I threesomed with...well, to be honest, it was more Luke fucking them and me eating out his hole while he filled them out. Then there was Scott. Scott was an odd duck--and Luke's half-brother. He played ball as well and we hit it off last year, then shared a rather surreal experience blowing over 20 of the frat's pledges through a glory hole (they thought it was a chick blowing them). Scott graduated and matriculated at a college in Boston not far form our school. He hasn't been around--not sure where he and Luke stand after he caught his little brother sucking all that dick...but calls me every once in a while, asking me about Luke and how I'm doing. We keep making plans but then something or other, usually a whole lotta dick to suck, gets in the way of meeting. But Scott's hot, a true dicksucker just like me, although something about his cute ass makes me want to top him. We'll see where that goes... So, going into junior year, those are the people who knew my "secret" -- that I was a whore ready to take hard dick. To everyone else I was a stud in my own right, star of my baseball team and solid B student. But I guess we all have our dark sides... ** CAGES Anyway, I guess I'll tell you about how things changed--how I "kicked it into fifth gear" so to speak with being a cum dumpster for these lacrosse bros. One evening early in the semester I was working out late in the batting cages, fine-tuning my swing and enjoying the still-warm temps. No one else was around and I was really crushing balls, giving a little rebel yell with each would-be homerun I slammed. My batting average was way up from where it was in high school. I had just crushed another 'homer' when suddenly felt something wet on the back of my neck. Then I saw a droplet forming on the brim of my cap.What the fuck?? I spun around and looked up to see two golden arches of piss raining down, through the cage's netting and unto my head. From the top row of bleachers that butted up against the back of the cage I saw two figures standing their holding their junk, laughing. Sure enough: Luke and Craig were about twenty feet up, pissing down on me. "What the fuck, guys?" I said, nervous other people were around. "Relax bitch" Luke said, readjusting his johnston so his piss hit the front of my uniform "no one is around. I checked." "Open up, fucker" Craig said, aiming higher. I did as I was told. "Head back" he commanded. I tilted my head back and got a mouth full of their juice. Swallowed, and then got another. Finally the streams died down. "Okay, you can breath now" Luke chuckled. I picked up my bat and hit a button, sending another round of balls through the pitch machine.Luke and Craig watched me continue to bat, still dripping with their recycled beer. "Nice cut" Luke commented, after a good swing. I beamed a smile back up to them. I liked showing off, covered in piss. "Go shower off and meet us up here dude. I have a proposition for you." I showered off quick with my mind reeling. A proposition? These fuckers usually just give me orders or commands...but rarely if ever "proposed" anything. I just did as I was told. Couldn't imagine what they had to say. My dick was still semi hard as I tucked it into my shorts and headed up towards the bleachers. On top I found only Luke, sitting there with his arms folded behind his heads and eyes closed. "Yo Luke" He opened his eyes slowly, "Yo Mike. Just enjoying the breeze." "Where's Craig? He's not gonna pop up on the roof of the gym, taking a whizz on me is he?" "I told him to get lost" Luke siad, "He's an asshole" "True" "And I thought I could be more persuasive without him" "Since when have you had any trouble persuading me into doing anything Luke?" "True." He was silent for a second, looking out into the empty football field. "You've been a good cocksucker for James and I, and for a couple of the bros. You've been doing a good job." "Thank you sir" "I know it was hard for you to give up your ego and take your place on your knees" "Thank you sir" "Now I've decided it's time we kick this up a notch. Time you gave up a bit more. How'd you feel about becoming Zeta Psi's live-in cocksucker" He looked me in the eye at last, "for ALL the guys." "Like, move into the house?" "Yeah. We have an empty bedroom in the attic." "But I'd have to quit my frat if I moved out." "Exactly." "Hmm" "Make no mistake Mike, this is like a wicked commitment, bro. You gotta be available ALL the time, for whoever wants it. It would be a ton of work. But I know what a bitch you are, and I know it's the kind of work you're up for." "I hear you." I thought about it. Could I really practically upturn the rest of my social life for these pricks? Then again, could I ever deny these pricks' pricks? It was a double edged sword... "We'll deal with your frat brothers--no ones gonna fuck with you. Plus they don't even have to know where you're moving, just that you're moving out. And quitting. You'd be an honorary Zeta, except not really one of us...just living among us. Can't promise you'd be treated very well." "Ha, you really are selling this, man" "Just being realistic. But I can promise a truckload of cum, all the time. Isn't that what a whore like you needs?" I saw the familiar menace in Luke's eye, the not-so-sweet part of him I found strangely alluring. "Yeah. I do." I had already made up my mind, "I'm in. Let's do it. But how are you gonna convince the rest of your brothers?" "I've been working on that, man. Next Friday is an official "initiation" of the new class. Be at the house Friday around 7, and leave the rest to me. Oh, I'm President now, by the way." "You are?" "It'll be official on Friday." "I see. No surprise you are President." "Yep, things are about to change big time." And he patted me on the head as he stood up, making a move to go. Now sure why but I felt emboldened by one of the first "frank" conversations Luke and I had ever had. "Luke?" I said meekly. "What?" "Why me?" He already had an answer. "You remind me of this kid I knew in high school." It didn't mean much but I chewed on his answer for a while. Wonder if he used to fuck that kid too? He started to leave again as I added "Luke?" "Last question, biatche." "Do you hate me?" He half-smiled, cocked his head. "No" he said slowly, "I don't hate you." And he headed off the bleaches, giving a thumbs up over his head to someone behind us. Suddenly another stream of piss hit me, and I spun around. Sure enough I found Craig on the roof of the gym, whizzing down on me and my clean cloths. Mother fuckers! *** LUKE HARVARD DICKS Last year I found out my baby brother is another faggot. Very disappointing. Listen, I'm all for the live and let live school of thought but I thought the little guy was a bigger man than that. When I caught him blowing my frat pledges I knew he was a big ol faggot just like Mike. I guess living in my shadow was too much for the kid. Hah Hah. Speaking of Mike, I've recently enacted what I guess is phase two of my master plan for total world domination. He started out as my personal dicksucker back in the dorms, then turned into a ping pong ball for me and James to bat around. Soon enough he was blowing a few of my choice frat brothers...and now, well, now he's sucking off all of them. Well nearly, there are a few holdouts, but I'd bet we'll get them too eventually. Not sure what turns me on so much about seeing this all go down. I mean, not like it's hard for me to get laid. Just the opposite. But I swear I could blow a load watching my bros gangbang that slut...just knowing what a little inferior faggot he is gets me hot as hell. Sex is a weird fucking thing, I'll tell you. But I suppose that's old news. Mike basically had to give up everything to come live with us, quit his frat and move all his shit. I decided to let him stay on his baseball team, since I liked the idea of fucking one of their star players...showing how superior lacrosse is to that pussy girl sport. But moving out of a frat house mid semester and saaying 'see ya' to your brothers is something that isn't generally taken very well--and Mike says those guys are PISSED. Hell, I would be to. Still, as long as he's my boy no way I'm gonna let those other faggots retaliate. He's safe...for now. So I got the idea for moving Mike move in sort of randomly, when I ran into an old 'friend' out on the lacrosse field. Our team was playing those ivy league homos from some shit school called Harvard, and though we had a strong crew it was gonna be a tough matchup...they have all the money in the world to recruit big time players. The game was over at Harvard so my boys and I boarded out bus and headed over, shittalking our soon to be opponents the whole ride over. When we got there we took to the visitor locker room, suited up, and headed to the field. When their squad piled onto the field and I noticed him immediately lining up for defense: there he was, my old fuckbuddy John Helms, suited up in white and crimson, a fucking Havahrd kid! This was the guy from my lacrosse team who used to suck my dick in high school--the first real dick slave I ever had. Never thought I'd see him again...this was wild! Obviously as soon as the whistle blew I charged him, giving him a good knock on his ass that got me a warning from the ref for illegal contact. Coach patted me on the ass and told me nice work playing aggressively, though, so I don't care. John didn't know what hit him and tensed up as he took the fall. He rolled over with a clenched fist and I thought he was gonna take a swing...but then he saw just who had hit him. He suddenly smiled, forgot where he was, and just sort of dropped his jaw. Guess I had made an impression on him...lord knows I'd pumped enough jism into his rookie ass in high school to leave my mark. The game was pretty grueling, they had a tough team. gotta give John credit, he had improved a ton since high school, made a few crucial plays. Maybe he was just showing off for his master, I dunno. Anyway we need up losing to them in the last five minutes of play, to be honest most of our team just ran out of gas. Coach was gonna kick our asses come Monday. We all shook hands and we normally do and headed for the sidelines. John came jogging up to me though before I could duck inside, and puleld off his helmet. "Holy shit." "Well I'll be. A Harvard kid. Yous done good, faggot." "Shh. not here. Listen, you sticking around tonight?" "Some of the guys were talking about hitting up some parties. You know anything good?" "Sure I do. For them. But for you I got something special. Just you though ok? Be there around ten." He handed me a card with an address on it and some simple directions. "What is this?" "Our house" he said "Your frat house?" "They call them Final Clubs here." "Your pansy 'final club' then?" "Sort of, but this one is sort of unofficial. Just show up at 10, ALONE. It'll give us the perfect chance to catch up." I noticed one of my teammates approaching so wrapped it up quickly: "This gonna end in me getting my dick sucked, John?" "Doesn't it always?" And he ran off. ** HOUSE PARTY I turned the card over in my palm. Yep, this was the address. Looked like a shithole suburban house...what was John up to? I thought about heading back into Harvard Square and finding a bar, but I figured I'd come that far, why not? I rang the bell once, then twice more. "Yeah?" A voice came to the door eventually. "It's, uh, Luke." "Hold up." A minute later a chain was released and the door opened. I was handed a Budweiser by a short but muscular black kid. "Thanks bro" I said, accepting, still a bit dubious. I walked through a few rooms and doors, to a back porch, and then into a connecting house that opened up onto it. We entered a back "den" area and I notied a bunch of guys milling around. I'll say this: the outside was a craphole but gotta give these boys credit, the inside of the house was amazing. Everything totally redone, wood floors and fucking chandeliers, for real man. Was wicked sweet. They had a fire going in the stone fire place and large mahogany pillars everywhere. I recognized a few of the guys form the field, definitely the lax team, though everyone was in red club jackets and dockers now. Fucking preps, man. I walked further in drinking my beer, when I saw John in the corner. Well, couldn't quite see his face but I recognized him alright. He was stripped down nude to his jock strap and wearing his big white lacrosse helmet. He was also on his knees and a another black guy -- this one must have been barely shy of 7 feet tall-- was in front of him grinding his face through the mouth guard in the helmet. I see John was up to his old tricks. A goodlooking guy, blond golden boy type, came up to me and extended a hand for a shake. I recognized him as the team captain. "I'm Paul, dude." He said, friendly enough, "great game today" I took his hand and met his eye. This guy was on the level. "Luke." "Yeah, I know bro." "Well I guess my I am sort of a legendary player..." "Hah. You're good, no doubt. But we knew about you before the game man. And we owe you big." "That so? Why's that." Paul pointed over to John, who was now being passed between the black guy and a another jock. They were tossing his head between their cocks by giving his helmet a whack. What a little bitch. "Oh, that." I laughed. "You trained that kid well bro. And he's not even a little fag on the field or at parties, but he knows how to be a BIG fag when we're back at home and it's jsut the guys." "I know dude. That's how you gotta train them to be." Paul reached behind a huge beautiful wood bar and brought out a bottle of Jameson. "Here, have a shot man." He went to pour them and I looked back at John, smiling at me as he whacked off the two dicks in his palms. Then he went back to sucking. Paul handed me a filled double shot glass. "Looks like you're almost ready for your turn, bro." Paul pointed to my jeands, which were tenting out with the growing boner I had tucked away. "Busted." I said slyly. "John's been a fucking resource man. Great living with a guy you can just use however you want, whenever you want. It's like a goddamn miracle" "He LIVES here?" I said, surprised. "Oh hell yeah. Most the team does. He's our team slut. He does whatever we want man, and not just sucking our dicks. He cleans, does laundry, even would drink our fucking piss so we don't have to get up and go to the bathroom. He's a pig." "Dude, we definitely have to compare notes." I took the shot in one gulp. "I think we're gonna get along." ** After sucking off a few more of the guys John through on a wife beater and came over to the couch where I had parked. I was pretty drunk after doing shots with a few more of the guys, they were all really appreciative of how I "trained" their boy. I couldn't believe this is how the night had turned out. and the Harvard team, who I thought were a bunch of richboy wusses, turned out to be pretty cool actually. "Well, well, well." I said, laughing. "I know, man. I lucked out." "Yeah, I guess. trying to replace me in your heart, huh faggot? "Something like that" John said seriously. "Never will forget that camping trip man. You punched me hard." "You deserved it. First rule: no attachments." "Well I know that...*now*." John laughed. "So you live here and suck off these bros every night, then?" "night, day, whenever they want it. But I also am getitng As and have lax and shit...so it's not like i'm jsut a full time whore." "Only part time, then." "Yeah." We were silent a minute. "Well this was very enlightening man. Blast form the past, too." John looked genuinely sad I may be leaving, "no don't leave!" he almost shouted I didn't think twice. "You think I'd leave without using your fucking holes boy?" And with that grabbed his head and shoved in into my hard-on. He was sucking me off good and deep in no time. A crowd of the guys gathered and were cheering John on as he chowed down my dick. They started working their cocks and soon we all jacking off as they gathered aorund and watch John give me an amazingly thorough bout of head. After I came on his face, big thick gobs and gobs of jism, the rest of the team took turns bukkaking him. In the end I left him like that, covered in semen, happy as a fucking pig in shit. "Come by anytime" Paul said, seeing me out. "You're try to use our bitch whenever. After all, he was yours first." On the taxi ride back to school I kept thinking about John and him servicing all those guys, all the time. It was unbelievable. And I knew it was something I needed back at home too. *** MIKE It wasn't easier basically giving up my life so I could turn into a full-time cocksucker, but I did what had to be done. Travis, our fraternity president and my unofficial "mentor" since I started with these guys, was really genuinely pissed. Like red-faced, is-he-going-to-punch me-out pissed. "you realize if you leave this house you're essentially leaving the frat, Spike" Spike was my pledge/house name. "I know man. I'm sorry." "Why?" Because I'm a huge fucking faggot and wanna move in with the lacrosse team so they could take turns gangbanging me 24/7. "I don't know man. My grades are lagging." "You never mentioned that before." "Well, they are." Travis was quiet, sizing me up for a minute. "Fine, get out of here" He said, and shut his door behind me. I quickly went to finish packing up, knowing the sooner I left the better. Friday came around and I met up with Luke, who had me immediately suck his dick as he did some lines -- "for courage" he said. Luke did look a little more nervous than he normally did, which put me on edge a little. Still, after blowing a big wad in my mouth, he got dressed (shirt and tie...looked AMAZING) and told me to get dressed to. We went down to the basement where the existing brothers were gathered. They all looked me up and down when I came, in, nodding at Luke wordlessly. "I told the guys last night" Luke admitted. "It's just the new class who are in the dark now. Just relax and it'll all be over...you'll be sucking cock again soon." At exactly 11 PM, the new class of pledges-turned-brothers came down in a line from the upstairs, all dressed in shirts and ties. They were, in short, an incredibly beautiful group of men. Each one was study in what seemed like an entirely different way. There was enough bicep between all of them to give any homo a permanent hardon. I was gonna have a shit load of fun...assuming this all worked. Luke took a shot of Jameson (since when does he drink Jameson, I noted) and cleared his throat. "Hello, gentlemen" he started. Bruce, who was frat president, announced he was ceding the spot, amicably, to Luke. Everyone cheered, he was clearly a hero for these boys. Luke smiled at the applause, seemed to relax. "Well boys. We have a fine crew--the eleven of you are surely gonna be exactly the breath of fresh air this frat needs. We are gonna have the fucking best time, throw wicked parties, score mad mad pussy, and kick ass on the field." Generally hooting and hollering in agreement. "The frats gonna be better than ever, because this is a place we can ALL relax and feel comfortable in. No exceptions. What happens here, stays here...and plenty of crazy shit's gonna happen, am I right?" More cheering. I was jsut sitting there, getting a few stares form some of the new guys who was wondeirng what this stranger was doing in a private frat meeting. Eventually one of the bigger guys, a latino who must have been on 'roids, spoke up: "Who's this kid?" he asked, addressing Luke. "Well, that's a good question Poncho. There's gonna be a few changes around here this year..." ** It was an inspired speech, a true masterpiece of elocution and propaganda. Initial reaction was IS THIS A JOKE and shifted to IS THIS SOME SORT OF TEST soon enough. Only when Luke whipped out his big dick, and I got on my knees to suck it, did people take him seriously. Yeah, it was a little hard for some to swallow. But soon questions started being asked: "*Any* time we want it?" "Fucking too?" "How long can he suck for??" Things like that. I knew they'd come around. Luke called me their "PLAN B" -- if they don't get pussy one night, no reason to jerk fof. Just come upstairs and put their dicks inside me. Simple as that. Luke ended by saying if anyone wanted out, they could walk out the door, and give up everything being in the frat had to offer. But this was the way it was gonna be. When a meatheaded newbie expressed fear his girlfriend would fine out, Luke explained how secretive and "back room" this was all gonna be. He also explained how much "dirt" they had on me in photo and video form, and how there was no way I was telling a soul. This seemed to alleviate some people's fears. "It's not gay, bros, if you're the one getting your dicked suck" Craig chimed in, supporting him. He gave them a last ultimatum and freedom to leave--but not a single one of the pledges stood up to go. It was amazing. Finally some of the older guys busted out a keg and some champagne. The mood went form serious back to light hearted, and everyone, including me, had champagne. This was gonna be awesome. And it was. Starting with Craig, the guys would come up to me and gesture towards their dicks, and I'd get on my knees and blow them till they came. It was that simple. The new pledges mostly just watched, although one of them, a black-haired italian kid also named Mike, said he had to see for himself, and whipped out his dick for me. Beautiful cock...I thought I recognized it from the glory hole party were I sucked off all the pledges, but I couldn't be sure. He came a watery huge load of sweet cum. I also finally ot to suck Rob's twin brother Pat's big weiner. IT was a tiny bit longer than Rob's and as thick, and I fucking loved every inch. Rob watched me blow his brother bud didn't offer me his dick that night. I couldn't wait to get both these studs at once, hopefully taking me form both sides. Another night, maybe... Party went on for a bit but eventually everyone finished their drinks and Luke announced they were heading, as a group, over to another frat for a bigger campus party. "But our house bitch is up in his attic room" he reminded everyone, "for when we get back." *** SURPRISE About a week later I'm sleeping fairly early a night, around 11. I heard my door open and someone come in. I was used to by this point any number of guys waking me up at night for head or to fuck me, so I was prepared to get up. But I was hugely shocked when suddenly I felt my own dick getting wet...sure enough a tight mouth was wrapped around my junk. I turned on my nightstand light to find Scott kneeling beside my bed, sucking my dick through my boxer shorts. I tried to push him off but it just felt so great..I didn't want it to end. I came quickly, which he gulped down with a hungry moan. I fell back against my pillow with a sigh. "Your brother is going to kill me." ** TO BE CONTINUED in PART SIX I welcome all suggestions and comments: Striker88888@gmail.com By the way... Thanks for all the great feedback guys. Keep it coming--great for me to hear comments, really helps. Know there has been delays getting new parts, so apologize in advance, but rest assured you'll get the whole story eventually... M