Date: Sat, 19 Mar 2011 17:01:40 -0400 From: Sean Williams Subject: Screwing the President - Chapter 1 Screwing the President Chapter 1 "I'm gonna push in now," I said. The President was laying flat on his back in the backseat of my '83 Chevy Malibu. "This is the ugliest car I've ever seen," he said. "I know," I said and laughed. "I'm gonna--" "Yeah, I heard you the first time," the President said, interrupting. "Go ahead, man. Push in." "Um...if it hurts let me know," I said. I swallowed. "I mean, I've never done this before." The President smiled and shook his head. God, he was beautiful. "Well, I HAVE done this before and it won't be a problem, alright?" he remarked. "Alright," I said." I wasn't looking into his face just then, I was looking over his shoulder at the vacant parking lot, hoping that no one walked past the car. I knew he was smiling, though. "Dude, what if someone sees us?" I asked. "No one will see anything," said the President. "Relax. Take a deep breath," and he reached up for my cock and positioned it right at his hole. I couldn't see much, because it was nighttime and it was almost pitch black in the Chevy, but I could tell just from my cock head rubbing against the President's hole that it was really, really tight. "How the hell am I gonna get my dick in there?" I asked myself. In spite of my suspicions, my cock was already leaking precum all over the president's tight hole. "I'm lubed up and ready to go," he said. I leaned over the President, wrapping my arms around him, and pushed my cock in. That was how it ended. It began in the Olympic Swimming pool where I, along with the rest of the freshmen on the swimming team, was getting my ass handed to me by the coach. "Alright," the coach began, "I don't know what the fuck is going on with you guys, but this has to be the most untalented pack of swimmers I've ever seen and I've been doing this a long time. What's going on, guys? Not one of you can do a decent butterfly, which my 85 year-old grandmother can do and she has an amputated leg AND advanced diabetes." "Is he always like this?" one of the other freshmen next to me asked, looking over at me. I laughed. "Man, I don't know. I get the feeling this is his baseline." "I mean," the Coach continued, "my 400-lb cousin Gus could do a better backstroke then half of you guys and I was told that the backstroke was what you guys were best at. What the fuck is the deal here?" "Coach Blood," said the guy next to me, raising his hand. "Can I say something?" "What's your name, kid?" "I'm Stan Baxter," the freshman replied. "I just wanted to say that this is our first time meeting as a team and the season isn't even close to starting yet. I don't think we deserve to get verbally abused on our first day. I mean, it's August. And, frankly we just met you. Doesn't seem like the best tactic for helping young kids like us trust a new coach. Diarrhea of the mouth on the first day? You have plenty of time for that." "What did you say?" asked Coach Blood. Stan Baxter, easily the biggest freshman on the team, placed his hands on the bars along the side of the pool and pulled himself up onto the white tiled floor. He took slow and decided steps over to the coach who stood facing the central lanes of the pool. Stan was wearing black speedos like the rest of us and a black swimming cap, which he instantly pulled off and tossed down on the floor. He had short black hair and blue eyes. Within a few seconds, Stan was standing in front of the coach, Mexican standoff style. They both looked to be about 6'4 - 6'5. "Do you have something to say?" asked the Coach, staring directly into Stan's eyes. "I do," said Stan. "It's the first day and I don't trust you already." All of the rest of us freshmen were still in the pool and we turned to look at one another in disbelief. "Did he really just say that?" "Anything else?" asked Coach Blood. "That's all," Stan replied. "You!" cried the coach, pointing a finger at me and walking over to my lane in the pool. "Me?" "Yeah, you, son. What's your name?" "Asa," I said. "Asa Peterson." "Oh, you're that Peterson kid from North Dakota, right?" "Actually, sir, I'm from..." "Well, do you agree with this douchebag over here?" asked the Coach. He practically had steam coming out of his ears and nostrils at this point. "Do you think I'm handling this the wrong way? Obviously, you all think that high school all-stars like you should just be able to show up at college and do whatever the hell you wanna do. Isn't that it? You probably think I should get down on my knees and give each and every one of you a blow job, right? Because you're all so fucking amazing. I know. Let Coach Blood get down on his knees and suck us off! Cum dripping down the side of my face. Jizz hanging off my chin! Some deep throat action?" "Um...what?" I asked. "No! No, sir!" "Well, do you agree with this Stanley Baxter character over here?" "No," I replied. "Not at all, sir. I know you'll be a great coach. I can feel it." "You can feel it?" asked Stan after practice. "Grow a pair, Asa. Seriously, man, grow some balls. When one of us stands up to the coach, if the rest don't follow along then that one guy comes across looking like a tool." "That was your call, man," I said, shaking my head. "You were alone on that one. Honestly, I don't know what on God's Earth you were thinking when you said all that to the coach." Except for the two of us, the swim hall was empty. I was still in the pool, wading close to the wall, until Stan suddenly jumped in. "I just wanted someone to back me up," he said. "Honestly, I was half joking. I thought the coach would take it all as a joke and lay off us a little bit. I guess I miscalculated." "That's the understatement of the year. I thought the coach's head was going to explode when you jumped out of the pool." "He was fuming," said Stan. "You know, my Dad swam here back in the day and what he told me definitely did not prepare me for this. Honestly, I didn't think we did that bad. Did you? It's not like we were out there trying to break records." "I'll admit it," I said. "My butterfly is terrible. The coach was right about that. Actually, I'm really a diver but there really weren't any decent diving coaches in my town so I switched to swimming. I still consider myself mostly a diver." "You're too tall for diving." "I know." "So basically you're looking to jump over to that side as soon as you get the opportunity," Stan remarked. "Basically. Hey, has anyone ever told you that you look like Michael Phelps?" "Is that a good thing?" "I guess. Yeah. Why not?" Stan laughed and gave me a pat on the back. He leapt out of the pool like a frog and then he offered me his hand to help me out. I took it. He had a super strong grip and, as weird as this sounds, the sensation of his hand gripping mine made me hard. "Sweet Jesus," I said to myself. "What the hell is going on?" At lunch, my roommate Rich spent most of the time considering whether or not he should throw his tatter tots at the group of football players sitting at the table in front of us in the cafeteria. "God, they wouldn't even realize it was coming from me," he said. "Don't even think about it," I said, looking down but smiling. "The last thing I need is to get into a fight with a bunch of juiceheads. Freshman year just started a week ago. Do you wanna call my parents and tell them how I died... AND explain to them that it was all your fault?" "Dude, c'mon," said Rich. "They're evil jocks. They deserve whatever terrible fate lies ahead, even if its just a few tatter tots to the head." "What about me, Rich?" I asked. "I'm on the swim team. Does that make me an evil jock?" "You're different." "Oh, I'm different, huh? Meaning I'm not really a jock because swimming is lame." Rich sighed, but he didn't deny it. "What I meant was, you're a freshman and you're with me so the bubble around you is basically jock limbo. Jock limbo party of one," he said, drawing an imaginary bubble around me with both hands. "Basically, you don't even show up on social radar. It's like you're not even here. Sucks for you, my friend." In the middle of Rich's diatribe, the cafeteria suddenly grew quiet and I looked around to see if anything was going down. Rich didn't seem to notice, but I saw four guys dressed all in polo shirts with slicked back hair walk through the cafeteria towards the back, where Rich and I were sitting. "Look," I said, pointing at the guys. "The evil jock balance just shifted out of our favor, my friend," said Rich. As the group made its way through the cafeteria, a hush passed through the room and everyone turned to look. The group paused for a minute or two, talking. The jocks eventually started walking again and, to my surprise, it looked like the group was headed towards our table and my heart started to race a mile a minute. "Dude, are they coming to OUR table?" I whispered to Rich and, sure enough, there were suddenly four larger than life guys plopping their jacked and pampered forms in the spare seats at our table. "You. Scram." Said one of the guys to Rich. Within seconds, Rich had grabbed his tray and left the table. That left just me and the four new arrivals at the table. "Speak," said the first guy to one of the other four guys that had sat down with him. This first guy was your typical tall, dark, and handsome jock and it wasn't long before I recognized that they were frat brothers. "That's Jim Collins," said the guy told to speak, pointing at a blond kid at the neighboring table. "Denver, Colorado. Dad owns his own construction firm. He's pledging with us, but not quite up to standard." "Go on." "That's Mitch Galloway," the frat guy, a redhead, continued, pointing to another kid in the cafeteria. "He's from back East, but his parents are from the Midwest so they sent him up here for college. Parents are both lawyers. Mitch is on the baseball team and he's pledging us and Chi Alpha. The prez is still on the fence about Mitch." The table was quiet for a few seconds and then the tall, dark, and handsome ringleader looked at me and said: "I don't know who you are. We have zero data. Why is that?" "Um... I don't know," I said. "Who are you guys?" "We ask the questions," said one of the other frat guys at the table. "You're on the swim team," noted the dark-haired jock, looking at the blue and white swim team jacket that I was wearing. "Why haven't I seen you before?" "I don't know," I replied. "I've been around. I mean, the school accepted me off the wait list after I had already agreed to go somewhere else." "That must be it," said the first guy. "Name. Hometown. Parents' occupation. Major." "Um...I'm Asa," I said, looking around the table at each of the guys. "I'm Asa Peterson." "Asa Peterson," said the redhead, nodding. "We have data, but no picture. You're from Montana right?" "South Dakota. Sioux Falls, South Dakota." "Ah," said the ringleader. "A farmboy from South Dakota. I bet your parents raise beef cattle." "Actually dairy, but that was a good guess," I said, nodding. "Um... I'm on the swim team and I'm a physics major." "Physics? Didn't have you pegged for a brain," the ringleader announced. "Well, I'm Todd. That's Blair. The ginger is Lucas. And the guy on my left is Devin." "Nice to meet you guys." "Nice to meet you, Asa," said the frat guys in unison. Todd laughed and stared into my eyes with his own big brown eyes. Very good-looking guy. "We're having a party tonight and you're going to be there, Asa. Got it?" "You guys are in a frat, right?" They laughed. "Delta Iota Kappa," said Lucas. The look on his face clearly said: "How does this guy not know who we are?" "You're coming to our party," Todd began, "and you're gonna pledge Delta Iota Kappa. You're the kinda guy we want in our frat and there's no way you're stupid enough to throw away that opportunity." "I don't think so," I said. "I kinda like to do my own thing. I don't really think joining a frat is for me. I'm a freethinker. I'm independent. I think I can make it on my own." Todd laughed. "We've heard it all before," he said. "Some of us may have even felt the same way when we were young and immature like you. Then we grew up. Listen, Asa. We're gods on campus and no one gives up that kinda power after they've had a taste. You're coming to our party tonight." "No, thanks, man," I said, shaking my head. "Thanks for the offer." "He's turning us down!" said Devin, who looked like a running back for the Pittsburgh Steelers. The guy was larger than life, with a thick muscular neck. He looked like he was capable of literally biting my head off. "I don't understand," I said. "Why me?" Todd nodded. "You're handsome. You're tall. You're a jock. You have the look. You're Delta Iota Kappa material and that's saying a lot. We have the pick of the litter and we choose you. No promises, but you at least should pledge. Don't be stupid." "Don't be stupid," Lucas chimed. "Thanks," I said, "but no thanks." Todd laughed and stood up; the other frat guys followed. "Suit yourself. See you around, Asa." After the brothers of Delta Iota Kappa left the table, I looked around for Rich but he was gone. "Great," I said. I finished up my lunch and just as I was grabbing my tray and about to leave the table, I suddenly saw out of the corner of my eye that someone was sitting down in the chair next to mine. "Asa," said the guy in the chair next to me, extending his hand. "I'm Connor, nice to meet you." I looked up at him and I was speechless. I wanted to say something, but the words did not want to come out. The guy sitting next to me was wearing a blue polo shirt and khaki pants, not a wrinkle, stain, or misplaced crease in sight. His clothes were loose but I could see what his body was like underneath, from his wide shoulders and thick chest, down to his thin waist and bubble butt. He was blue-eyed and blond with sharp, chiseled features. His hair came down to right below his ears, not a hair was out of place. Connor was tanned and had a killer grin. He fit Rich's description of the evil jock, but something in his eyes told me that he was more than that. There was something about him that was mysterious; something that he was holding back. He was the hottest guy I had ever seen. I took Connor's hand and shook it, but still could not get any words out. Connor laughed and shook his head. "It looks like I'm making you nervous," he said. "I'm sorry, my friend. Question for you. Do you recognize me?" "N...No," I replied, the words so soft that I'm surprised he heard them. "I'm the President of Delta Iota Kappa. I think you met a few of my brothers earlier." "I am. I mean, I did. I mean, I met them." Connor laughed again. "I know you have reservations about joining a frat, but forget everything you thought you knew. This is a brotherhood. All of the members of our fraternity are brothers. We support each other in a world that doesn't seem to make sense, a world spinning out of control. I would go to bat for each and every one of my fraternity brothers, even the ones I don't really like that much. I would go to bat for you. In a heartbeat. If you joined me and my brothers, you would never have to worry that you were alone, because you would never be alone. Do you understand that, Asa?" "I...I think so." "What do you think about joining us at Delta Iota Kappa?" "I think... maybe it might be a good idea. I don't know." "It's alright, Asa," said Connor, suddenly placing a hand on one of my shoulders, tenderly. His touch sent something like an electric shock down my body and I felt the precum leak out of my cock. "You don't have to make any decisions right away. We just want you to think about it. What do you have to say?" "You're beautiful." That's what I wanted to say, but what I actually said was: "I'll think about it." "You cannot even imagine what our parties are like. Do you have a girlfriend?" "Yeah, I do," I replied. "Back home." "Back home? That's perfect. We get so much pussy you wouldn't even believe it. What your girlfriend doesn't know won't hurt her, right? "Right." "Come to the party tonight, Asa," said Connor. "I really want you to come. It would make me so happy. You'll come right?" I was back to being speechless again, so I just nodded. Connor laughed and patted me on the back. He stood up and said: "Perfect. I'll see you at the house tonight then. You know where it is, right? If not, I can send someone to pick you up from your dorm." "No...no," I replied. All I could think about was seeing the Delta Iota Kappa frat guys in my room, which was as messy as my room back home even though I had only been there for a couple weeks. "I'll get there." "Alright, Asa. I'm so glad you're coming tonight. I'll see you there, alright?" I nodded and watched as Connor walked away from my table and out of the cafeteria. Even the backview was amazing. But as soon as Connor left, I started thinking to myself: "I don't want to join a frat. What the hell did I just get myself into?" Eight hours later, I found myself walking up the driveway to the Delta Iota Kappa House. Something in me said: "Turn back. Turn back now!" but I couldn't do it. As terrified as I was, something made me put one foot in front of the other and walk up to the door of the frat house. What could it be? Actually, I knew what it was. It was a man, a frat guy in fact, and his name was Connor Blackburn. "Do you have an invite?" asked the guy standing as sentry at the front door, gazing at me with curiosity. He looked pretty young and he was wearing the yuppie uniform so I guessed (correctly) that he was a junior member of the frat. "No invite, no entry." "An invite?" I asked. "Yeah, an invite," said the guard. "If you're trying to crash this party, I'm going to walk up an down your face so hard, your parents won't be able to identify your body." "Right, an invite," I said, nodding my head and pretending to look in my pockets. "Actually... No, man. I didn't realize I needed one. Oh crap. You know what? This was a bad idea. Sorry." "Wait," said a voice from behind the doorway. It was Todd and he suddenly stepped forward and gave me a pat on the back. "This is Asa," he said to the guard. "He doesn't need an invitation." "Oh, man," said the guard. "I'm so sorry, Todd. Fuck! I'm sorry, Asa! Nice to meet you," and he extended his hand to me. The whole thing was weird, but I took the guard's hand and shook it. Todd put his arm around me and I followed him inside the house. How do I describe the house? If you've ever been inside an old school frat house, that was what the Delta Iota Kappa house looked like, but to the third or fourth power. Wood-paneled walls. High ceilings. Stone fireplaces. Paintings of rich old dudes smoking pipes on the walls. Expensive rugs on the floor. Probably some dead bodies in the basement: last years pledges that didn't quite make the cut. Being a small town farm boy, something about the place made me want to haul ass out of there, but I was curious. And, although I didn't really understand it then, the feeling of a handsome frat jock like Todd with his arm around me made me feel really good. It made me feel important. To my surprise, there were only a few dozen guys in the house, and about an equal number of girls. The girls were your typical skinny blond sorority bimbos. Not my type really. I like girls with a little more meat on their bones. Large natural boobs. But that's a different story. Todd led me over to the bar where a gentleman in his forties wearing a tuxedo was preparing drinks. I later learned that the house was so loaded that they had their own personal bartender. Starting to get the idea? "What'll it be, sir?" asked the bartender. "Um...I don't know." "He'll have a double vodka on the rocks," said Todd, patting me on the back. "Yes, sir," said the bartender. "I have to check on something," said Todd, leaning in toward me. "I'll be right back, okay?" "Alright," I replied. Tod disappeared with two other frat guys and I later learned from Connor that he was personally removing several prospective pledges from the house and grounds after finding that they weren't good enough for the frat. As I stood there, waiting for Todd to return, two sorority girls winked at me from the other side of the room and then walked over. I had just finished my first vodka on the rocks and I asked the bartender to make me another one. "Are you a pledge?" asked one of the girls, approaching me and putting her arm around my waist. She was a smoking hot redhead, and probably the best looking girl at the party. "Yeah." "That's so cute!" she said. "Do you wanna fuck?" "Um...excuse me?" I asked. "Not right here," said the redhead. "In the bushes behind the house. Pledges aren't allowed to fuck in the house, but in the bushes is fine, right, Tiffany?" "Oh, I've never fucked a pledge before," said Tiffany. "That's so much fun! Can I join in?" "You didn't answer my question." "Um...what was your question?" "Are pledges allowed to fuck in the bushes in the back?" asked the redhead. "Didn't you hear when I just said that I had never fucked a pledge before?" "Don't be a bitch, Tiffany," said the redhead. "Just because you never fucked one doesn't mean that you don't know the rules! You've been coming to this house for two years--" "I think you need to be rescued," said a voice in my ear, pulling me away from the bar. I turned around and I saw that standing next to me was Stan Baxter, one of the other freshmen on the swim team. He was the guy that had stood up to Coach Blood earlier in the day. "Stan!" I said. For some reason, I was really glad to see him. "Are you pledging Delta Iota Kappa? I didn't have you pegged for a frat guy." Stan laughed. "I didn't have you pegged for one either." "Yeah," I said. "Long story." "You'll have to tell me about it sometime," said Stan. "Hey, Asa. I just want to say sorry if I came across as kind of a jerk earlier. I mean, I really didn't need you to stand up for me because I dug that hole for myself and it wasn't fair for me to imply that you had no balls because you didn't say anything. I had all day to think about it and I realized that what I did was really douche-y and if I get kicked off the team I have no one to blame but myself." "You're not getting kicked off the team," I said, shaking my head. "What coach in his right mind would kick Michael Phelps off the swim team?" "Ah!" said Stan. "So that name intends to stick, doesn't it?" I nodded, but suddenly I felt a hand on my arm. I turned around and right there gazing into my eyes was Connor. "I hate to interrupt," he said, but I need to pull Asa away for a minute, and I followed Connor as he led me out of the house. As I left, I turned around and saw that Stan was watching us as we left, just staring at us the entire time. Connor led me to the parking lot beside the house, which was completely deserted except for a few cars parked in the lot. "I was worried you wouldn't come," he said. This sounds weird, but as we stood there, it felt like I could feel the heat coming from his body. I had never felt anything like it before. "Why would you worry about that?" I asked. "I'm just a loser freshman." "You're not a loser," Connor said. "I didn't believe Todd when he told me he found someone: a good prospect. He told me: 'Connor, you have to check this kid out.' I thought he was full of shit. Then I saw you in the cafeteria and I knew that you would be perfect for us." "Can I be honest?" I asked, unable to tear my gaze away from the President. "Man, this whole situation is a little strange to me." "Just a little? That's because you don't like fraternities. But we're not just a fraternity: we are THE fraternity on campus. No one compares to Delta Iota Kappa. Now I have an honest question for you. Why did you come if you hate fraternities so much?" I sighed. I didn't want to tell Connor how I felt because I had never said anything like what I planned to say to anyone before, not even to my girlfriend, but something about the place and the time made it easier for me to be honest. "I came for you," I said. "I don't care about the fraternity. I don't care about any of the other guys in the house. I just came for you." Connor didn't say anything but he stared into my eyes with his big baby blues. "I want to touch you so bad," I said. "I wanna feel your body against mine. It's all I can think about since I met you. I wanna fuck you. I want you to fuck me." "That settles it," said Connor, laughing. "I just don't get it," I continued. "I can't get you out of my head. You're like a virus. I can't get the image of you out of my mind. I keep picturing you naked: your ass, your cock, your balls." "A virus?" asked Connor. "I've never been called a virus before. I guess that's a good thing." "God, you're the President," I said. "I can't believe I just said that to the President of Delta Iota Kappa." Connor laughed. "You wanna fuck? That's your car over there, right? That beat up old Chevy? Let's go." Connor followed me to my car and, before I knew it, we were ripping our clothes off and getting into the backseat. "Did you fuck your girlfriend back here?" Connor asked. I laughed. "No. She's saving herself for marriage." "I guess you better marry her then," said Connor. "I don't want to think about that right now." "What do you want to think about?" "You," and Connor and I put our arms around each other and I kissed his neck and he kissed mine. Our hard dicks were pressed up against each other as we grinded in the back seat of my car. I had to calm myself down because just being that close to someone as hot as Connor made me want to cum right then and there. "You better not cum yet," said Connor. "I'm not," I said. Connor settled himself down with his back flat and he pulled his legs back. "I'm gonna push in now," I said. "This is the ugliest car I've ever seen," Connor remarked, and soon after that, the President of Delta Iota Kappa was guiding my dick over to his hole and I was leaking precum. I leaned over Connor, wrapping my arms around his shredded body, and slowly pushed my cock into his ass. Connor was holding his legs back, and he said, "That's it, Asa. Oh, fuck yeah," as I pushed it in. My cock slid slowly into his ass, deeper and deeper, and soon I was able to work my thrusts into a rhythm. I was leaning low over Connor's body and my chest rubbed against his chest, my nipples rubbed against his nipples. I started to sweat and the sweat from my body dripped onto his. It felt better than anything I had ever experienced in my life and I started panting. I knew that my cock was pretty thick and sometimes that could hurt so I asked Connor if he wanted me to push it in some more or leave it where it was. "Push it in," said Connor, reaching around and grabbing on to my ass to push my cock deeper into him. I pushed my cock in deeper and Connor's ass was so tight that it felt like it was choking my dick. "God, you're ass is so tight," I said. "God, your dick feels so good. Fuck me harder." Connor kissed my neck and rubbed my back as I tore into his ass with my cock. I worked my fucking into a faster rhythm and I bent Connor's legs further back behind his head. I leaned in and I kissed Connor as I fucked him harder and harder. His lips felt so good against mine. Honestly, the kissing was probably the best part and was getting me worked up even more than I already was. I rubbed my hands up and down his body, concentrating on his thick meaty pecs. I kissed his pecs and I licked his nipples, sucking on each one. Connor tossed his head back and said, "Fuck, that feels so fucking good. " The whole scene turned me on so much that I suddenly jabbed my dick into Connor's ass really hard without realizing it. "Ah! You son of a bitch!" he said, and laughed. "Oh, man, I'm sorry," I said. "It's alright, buddy," Connor said. "But next time I'm gonna fuck you and you're gonna get it." I laughed, too. Pretty soon, I saw that Connor was furiously jerking his dick as I was fucking him. "Hey, Mikey, I think he likes it," I said to myself as I watched this super hot fraternity president work his eleven inch dick like a madman. This turned me on even more and I began to fuck Connor harder and harder. Connor started to lick his lips and I knew that he was close. "Fuck me," he said. "Keep fucking me." I hugged Connor's tight body even closer to mine so I could get my dick even deeper into his ass. Soon, my low-hanging balls were slapping against Connor's ass. "Oh, shit," he said. "I'm gonna cum!" To my amazement, Connor opened his mouth wide as he said this and, with his knees almost behind his head, the first shot of thick white cum made an arc in the air and landed right in his mouth. "Oh my god!" I said. I had never seen anything like that before. First one shot and then another spurted out of Connor's dick as I continued to fuck him and landed on his tongue and on his lips. "Mmmmm," Connor said, as he swallowed his own cum. But Connor still would not stop cumming as I continued to slam my cock into his ass. Soon, his mouth and chin were covered with his own thick cum. "I'm gonna cum," I said. "Here I go," and I suddenly pulled my cock out of Connor's ass. Before I knew what was happening, Connor was turning over in the car and moving his face over to my cock. Moments later, he was taking my cock into his mouth. "Holy Christ," I said, as Connor licked the underside of my shaft and then deep-throated my dick. He took my cock all the way into his mouth until the head was slamming against the back of his throat. I started to fuck his face and my balls were slamming against his chin. Within seconds, I was cumming and I held Connor's head down on my cock so that he could take all of my cum down. "AH! AH! AHHHH!" I yelled as shot after shot of cum spurted out of my dick and down Connor's throat. I watched as he gagged a little as he struggled to take all of the cum down, but he was a champ and didn't spill a drop. "Oh my god," I said, when I finally pulled my cock out of Connor's mouth with a loud plop. I bent down and licked the cum dripping off of his chin, not sure if it was his cum or mine. "God, whose cum was that?" I asked, as I swallowed it down. "It tastes like mine." Connor laughed. "Who cares?" he said. I collapsed beside him in the cramped backseat of the car. "You're incredible," I said, putting my arm around him. "I know." Suddenly, there was the sound of a hand tapping on the steam-filled back window of the Chevy. "Holy crap," I said. "Who do you think it is?" Connor was smiling and he said: "Just roll down the window." I rolled the window down and instantly recognized the face of the bartender. "You're vodka on the rocks, sir," he said, handing me the drink. I was loving this fraternity already. TO BE CONTINUED. [Usual disclaimers apply here. Do not read this story if it is illegal to read awesome sexy stories in your country. E-mail me at the address above with comments, typos, etc. This chapter is dedicated to Seann William Scott who just went to rehab. You can pull through, buddy. If anyone knows any agents or editors, send them my way! Take it easy guys (and gals)!]