Date: Sat, 28 May 2011 07:53:39 -0400 From: Sean Williams Subject: Screwing the President Chapter 11 Screwing the President Chapter 11 The next morning, Stan and I were sitting in the swimming pool in the gym waiting for Coach Blood and the rest of the team to show up for practice. Stan was wading in the water about ten feet away from me, not looking at me. He didn't look like he was happy and, being honest with myself, I had to admit that he had ample reason to be pissed. After Stan had caught me in the hotel with James, he stormed off and I didn't see him again until this morning. I was surprised to find when I entered the gym that Stan was already in the pool a full forty-five minutes early for swim practice. "What the fuck is going on, Asa?" asked Stan, shaking his head. It was the first thing he had said after the two of us had been wading in the pool without a word for almost half an hour. "I mean... what the fuck?" "I told you, man," I said. "James is here to take down Delta Iota Kappa. He's here to do good." "And he has to fuck you in the ass to take down Delta Iota Kappa?" "What the fuck do you care, dude? I mean, this has nothing to do with you." "Yeah, it does," said Stan. "I'm your friend, right? I mean... I care what happens to you, Asa. I don't trust this James guy. Where did he even come from? You just met him and he's got you face down with his huge cock slamming into your ass! What the fuck?" "I know I can trust him," I said, swimming over to Stan. "Everything that he's told me so far makes sense. These Delta Iota Kappa guys are evil and we need James to help us take down these guys. We can't do it without him." "Asa," Stan began, "only a few days ago you were all over Connor and convinced that joining the frat was what you needed. Next thing, this guy in a leather jacket shows up out of no where and now it's all about him. Dude, I realize that this campus is not like South Dakota, but fuck, don't just throw yourself on the first guy that turns up with a little swagger." "Is that what you think this is about, dude?" I asked, shaking my head. "You just think I'm some horn dog looking to fuck or get fucked? It's not about that. I know I was head over heels with Connor not that long ago, but now that Todd's gone, everything's changed. I know that Connor had a hand in taking down Todd and now it's time for him to get what he deserves. I know it's weird, man, but this whole situation is weird. I didn't ask for any of this. I mean, Todd was a great guy. He didn't deserve what Connor and the Delta Iota Kappa guys did to him. If James can help me take down these guys, then that's what we need to do." "So you trust this guy?" "I have to," I replied. "He's never given me any reason not to at this point. He knows all about this campus and the chapter." "Where the hell did James come from?" asked Stan. "He just showed up out of the blue." "I know," I replied. "I know." Those words carried me back to the moment in the motel where Stan had walked in on us. "What the fuck is going on?" Stan asked, staring at James in me through the open door. "Close the door, man," James said, sitting up and hopping off of the bed. His hairy chest and abs were covered with his own sticky cum that he had shot onto my back. After he had shot the cum on me, he had collapsed on top of my back. Stan walked in and closed the door. "You followed us?" I asked, getting up and sitting on the edge of the bed. Stan had a hard time looking at me and he gazed off toward the mirror. I'm sure what he must have seen wasn't too different from what was sitting right in front of him: two naked guys covered in cum. Stan looked down. "I had to," he said. "I was worried." "Is this the guy you told me about?" James asked, putting his arm around me. "I should have known he would follow us." "Who the fuck is this cat?" asked Stan, walking towards us on the bed. "Take your hand off him!" and Stan grabbed James's arm that lay around me and threw it down on the bed. James stood up. "Bro you need to calm down," he said. "I'm not your bro, you son of a bitch," said Stan. "You better tell your friend to calm down or he's gonna get clocked," said James. Things were not looking good at this point. Yes, it was kind of hot that two dudes were fighting over me, but I cared about both of these guys and I didn't want either one of them to get bloodied up just because I'm a guy that can't say 'no'. "Stan," I said, "this is James and he's here to help. He's going to help me take down Delta Iota Kappa... for what they did to Todd," and from there, James and I explained the deal with the house and why we needed James's help. It did not seem like Stan was buying it then and it surely did not seem like much had changed over night, as Stan and I waited in the pool for practice to start. I had the feeling that Stan might come around, but I wasn't sure. "I don't think we can take down the house without James," I said, splashing some water over towards Stan in hopes of getting a smile out of him. It didn't work. "So how do we take down these guys?" asked Stan. "James says we need to find the prefect." "The prefect?" asked Stan. "The prefect is the human contact in league with the Delta Iota Kappa guys," I replied. "He keeps the chapter safe and he keeps the authorities from getting suspicious. If we take out the prefect, then we can bring down the chapter and prevent them from coming back strong. If we fail in taking all of the brothers down, they might come back stronger than ever, according to James. The first thing they'll do when they come back is look to take us down, in retaliation."" Stan shrugged and turned to look as some of the other freshmen on the team and the coach walked into the pool area. "So who's the prefect?" he asked. "Here he comes right now," and I nodded towards a tall, shirtless man in his thirties just then walking in through the door. He was wearing Speedos like the rest of us, but his were red instead of blue like ours. "Coach Blood?" asked Stan. "No fucking way." "I didn't think so either, but James is pretty sure." Stan sighed. "Alright, Asa," he said. "I guess we'll have to corner him after practice and see. Does he have to fuck Coach Blood to find out for sure?" "What's this I hear about fucking?" asked Coach Blood, suddenly appearing on the tile beside us. "Um..." I said. "We didn't say anything about fucking, Coach, did we, Stan?" Stan shrugged. "No," said the Coach. "I definitely heard you guys talking about gettin' some. My ears are attuned to that kinda thing. You can't pull one over on me, so don't even try." "Alright, maybe we were talking about fucking," said Stan. "What's it to you?" "Don't tell me you two pussies are actually getting some tail?" said the Coach. "Or are you two kids fucking each other?" "No, Coach," said Stan. "So... uh... what are you kiddies talking about?" "We just were... uh..." I stammered, "talking about the... uh... Delta Iota Kappa party this weekend and...uh... all the... erm.... pussy... we hope to get." "Now that's what I'm talking about!" said the Coach. "Two kids after my own heart. Well, it seems like I'm getting through to you. That's what you kids need to do: get all the wet, dripping pussy you can while the time is right. This campus is known for its panty droppers and if the two of you haven't gotten into the drawers of at least twenty five sluts since you've been here then I would have reason to be very disappointed in you. I may just have to take you both over my knee and make your asses nice and red with a vigorous spanking! Now, if you kids don't punk out during practice, we might be on good terms from now on." Coach nodded and began to walk away towards the head of the pool, when Stan suddenly said: "Hey Coach, do you think we can talk to you after practice, if you have the time?" "What the hell are you doing?" I whispered. Coach Blood shrugged. "Hell, why not," he said. "We need to corner the coach and see what he knows," said Stan, after the Coach walked away. "How else are we gonna find out if he's the prefect?" My eyes widened. I was pretty surprised to see that Stan was committing to this plan just based on faith in me, and James, but Stan was the kind of guy that could surprise you so it wasn't entirely unexpected. In spite of our new found "friendship" with the Coach, he didn't take it easy on us during practice. In fact, it seemed like he was trying to get as much out of us as he could, tiring us out as much as possible. After our thirtieth lap of butterfly, the team's weak point, Coach blew his whistle and declared practice over. As the other freshmen began to hop out of the pool, Coach Blood looked back around at Stan and me and motioned with his hand for us to follow him back into the Coach's office. "So what's up, pussies?" asked the Coach, closing the door to his office after the three of us had entered. "We just wanted to talk," I said, noticing the Coach had a randy look in his eyes. "No, we didn't just want to talk," said Stan, looking over at me and then quickly looking away. "We actually need your help with something." The Coach's eyes widened and he looked at Stan and then over at me, sizing us up. Stan was looking better than usual that day. His Speedos hung low on his body showing off his ass crack in the back and his full pouch in the front. If you looked closely enough, you could make out the outline of two very large balls in his Speedos. Stan's torso was extremely lean and cut from spending about two hours in the pool every day and his long narrow waist lead up to a wide and dense set of pecs with two large nipples on the ends. I noticed the coach look down at Stan's crotch and then up at his chest as he spoke. I am pretty sure he had sex on the brain. "My help?" and Coach Blood sat on the edge of his desk, legs set wide apart. "You know Asa here is trying to get into Delta Iota Kappa," Stan began. "I was thinking about pledging myself until I thought better of the whole idea. I was wondering if you could help us out with that?" "How would I be able to help you skinny little shits with joining Delta Iota Kappa?" asked the Coach. "I'm your fucking swim coach! Don't you dumbasses know that?" "We were wondering what you knew about the house," said Stan, the chlorinated water from the pool dripping down his ripped body and leaving a small puddle around him on the floor. "Asa here is already having trouble balancing pledging the frat with school and the swim team. Based on what you know about the house, I was wondering if you thought Asa continuing to pledge was a good idea. What DO you know about the house?" The Coach nodded and looked away from Stan, at the trophy rack along one of the walls of the office. "What do I know about the house? I don't think I know much more than you two kids do. I know that they are the big time frat on campus. I know that there is an endless stream of wet, sorority girl pussy at the house... if you like that sort of thing..." "If we like that sort of thing?" I asked, squinting my eyes. The Coach shrugged. "That's pretty much all I know," he said. "There's something weird about that place, I always thought. Just something not quite right. The guys there are just too good-looking. Too charming. It just doesn't quite come together for me. There's something off. Is that what you limp dicks wanted to know?" "Yeah, I guess," I said. "But there's more than that, isn't there?" asked the Coach. "What?" I asked in reply. The Coach jumped down from his desk and walked toward me, licking his lips. He reached forward and placed a hand on the waistband of my Speedos. He pulled my Speedos forward a bit and took a peek down, inside. "Not bad," he said, looking up at me and meeting my gaze. I looked over at Stan with a face that asked: "What the fuck is going on?" "You guys want your dicks sucked, don't ya?" asked the Coach. "Um... excuse me?" I said. "Don't be bashful," the Coach instructed. "I recognize that look in your eyes. I've seen it myself. Now, I have no problem draining both of your throbbing freshmen dicks, but I need something return. I think you can guess what it is." "No," I replied, trying to conceal my growing cock with my hands. If I wasn't careful there would be a large, obvious stain from precum in the front of my Speedos. "I have no clue, Coach." "I need to get my revenge on this guy over here for busting my balls all fucking season," and the Coach pointed a thumb at Stan. "I'm the fucking Coach for Chrissake! I've been waiting for the chance to fuck the shit out of this Michael Phelps look-a-like since the minute he opened his fucking potty mouth and I'm gonna tear that boy pussy right open!" "Now wait a minute," said Stan, backing away towards the door. He reached for the knob of the door and turned it only to realize that it wouldn't budge. "Oh shit," he whispered. "You didn't notice me lock it, did you?" asked the Coach, with a wide grin. "Asa," said Stan. "This was a bad idea. I change my mind. Let's get the fuck out of here!" I walked over to Stan and whispered in his ear: "Just do it, Stan. If we do this he might tell us what he knows in the heat of passion. You know Coach. He won't be able to think straight once he's all riled up. He has to tell us something!" "What if he doesn't know anything?" "Only one way to find out," I whispered, shaking my head. We both turned around and looked at Coach at the same time. "I'm gonna love this," he said, dropping down to his knees and crawling towards us on all fours. [TO BE CONTINUED] [COPYRIGHT 2011]