Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2011 14:29:35 -0400 From: Sean Williams Subject: Screwing the President 15 Screwing the President Chapter 14 When James Montgomerie finally showed up, Stan and I were dressed. Stan was sitting in the chair by the window and I was sitting in bed, staring up at the ceiling. We both heard the knock at the door and Stan looked over at me and winked. I knew it was James, although it could have been one of the evil jocks of Delta Iota Kappa coming to kill us, and I told him the door was open. James walked in to the room and the first thing he said was: "What the hell are you guys doing just sittin' there like that? Did I miss something." Yup, you did. "Nope," said Stan. "We're just sitting here. Shootin' the shit." "Yup, just shootin' the shit," I echoed. "Well, get up guys," said James. "We've got work to do." "You mean as in finding a way to infiltrate the Delta Iota Kappa house?" asked Stan, rising to his feet. "Exactly." "It looks like you guys squashed whatever beef you had." I got up out of the bed after I said this. "We both realized that we have a common interest," said Stan, putting his arm around me. "And what's that?" I had a sneaking suspicion that he meant that they wanted to tag team me in a piledriver. "Taking these sons of bitches down," Stan replied. "And we only have a day to do it," James added. "According to my experience with Kappas on other campuses, Connor only has 24 hours to begin the transfiguration process so if we're going to do something to stop these guys, it has to be tonight." "Well, it's a good thing I showed up because Connor was just here. He almost convinced Asa into letting him move into his body. ...But I talked him out of it." "I know these guys," said James. "I mean, I've met kids like them all over the country. They have lots of game and they know how to be seductive. They knew what to tell you and when to tell it to you to rope impressionable kids in... for the kill. First they walk in and they blind you with their killer grins, expensive clothes, and shiny keys to their fast cars. They they take you back to the house and show you how awesome it would be to live there and have all the perks. But when you start to have your doubts, and all kids do, these guys tell you about their families and their backstories and kids all over the country fall for that shit. And next thing you know, you're soulless. You won't even recognize their family and friends anymore, not once they move in." "It's not really like that," I said. "Connor explained it all. You don't lose your soul when the transfiguration occurs, you just make room for another one." "Is he serious?" asked James, looking over at Stan. "Asa, we already talked about this..." "I know," I said. "It's just... I don't think you guys would get it. Anyway, what's the plan?" "We strike tonight," said James. "Do you like that plan, Stan?" Stan shrugged and looked a way for a few seconds. "I still think if we give this guy the chance he'll rufy us and steal our kidneys for the black market, but I guess we have no choice but to trust you, asshole or not." "Is he always like this?" asked James, looking over at me. "Pretty much," I replied. "Alright, why don't we do this: It's still early so you guys can go and scope out the frat house. There won't be anyone around this time of day. I have to drop some late homework off and I'll meet up with you guys later." "Seriously, Asa?" James asked. "Homework? If you think we're letting you out of our sight so you can drop off homework..." "It's alright, buddy," said Stan, clapping me on the chest. "You drop off your stuff and I'll call you later. Or you can call me when you're ready to meet up. Connor is expecting you to come by the house tonight anyway so he won't have any need to follow you or suspect you of anything today. That buys you some time." "Did you just overrule me?" asked James. Stan shrugged and all three of us walked out of the room. I had some overdue Advanced Calculus homework to drop off at the Math building and my heart was beating a mile a minute as I walked in. I expected Dr. Kline to be there and part of me was worried that she might try to force herself on me again, but I knew that I could escape if I needed to. Like lots of college kids, I had fantasies about sleeping with professors, but an aggressive woman trying to rape me, demanding that I "lick her pussy", that wasn't part of the fantasy. Wrong freshman, God of Love. Wrong freshman. Fortunately, I managed to get through and drop the assignments off without having to run into Dr. Kline. But it was a close one. I spent most of the time in the building looking over my shoulder, waiting for a broad-shouldered woman in a power suit to leap from the ceiling, put me in a head lock with her legs, and thrust her pussy in my face. I wouldn't even be surprised if a secret door suddenly appeared in of the hallways and a bare-breasted woman suddenly threw herself at me. After dropping off my assignments, I decided to go back to my dorm room and try to catch a nap before calling Stan and James and seeing how things were coming along on their end. I had slept a lot recently and I really had no reason to be tired, but with everything going on, I just wanted to zone out for a few hours. I had made my mind up to sit back and wait for life to throw at me whatever it had to throw. Come what may, I was resigned to my fate. I was about five minutes away from my dorm when I heard the sound of footsteps behind me. I turned around and I saw four guys walking slowly behind me suddenly turn around, as if they didn't want me to know they were following. I turned back around and kept walking, but then I heard a whistle, and I knew it was them. "Who the fuck are you guys?" I asked. "You don't recognize us?" one of them replied, the blond one in the front. "Are you guys from Ringling Brothers?" "Funny guy," said the blond, looking at one of his friends, chuckling beside him. "The circus? No, we're from... Tell him where we're from." "Sigma Epsilon Chi," said a beefy brunette, winking at me. The other two guys were variations of the same: big, broad-shouldered frat guys with that same look of "Where the fuck am I and how did I get here?" that I thought all frat guys had before I hooked up with Delta Iota Kappa. "Sigma Epsilon Chi?" I echoed. "Holy shit," I whispered to myself. I knew that the Sigma Epsilon Chis were the mortal enemies of the Delta Iota Kappas. They coveted the position that the Delta Iota Kappas had on campus, as the most envied and admired fraternity in a hundred mile radius, and I knew that if these guys were following me, they probably knew who I was. "Yeah, so?" I said, turning around completely, standing my ground. "You realize that there's four of us, right?" asked the blond. "Do you know who I am?" "Rumpelstiltskin?" "Who? No. I'm Cooper, the president of Sigma Epsilon Chi." "I don't care," I said. "I'm already pledging Delta Iota Kappa. I'm not pledging anywhere else." "Oh, we know who you are," said Cooper. "Your Connor's bitch." "What did you say?" "You heard me," said Cooper. "You're Asa, right? What does Connor give you in return for swallowing all the cum out of his dick?" "You don't know what the fuck you're talking about." "Did he promise you his spot as president when he leaves?" "Actually, he promised me the address to your Mom's house. You know, the slut that leaves her front door unlocked." "What the fuck did you say?" asked the big brunette. In my mind, I had named him "Tiny". "You wanna say that again to my face?" "Man, I'm about three feet away from you," I replied. "How close do you want me to be?" "It's cool," said Cooper. "That was a good one. If Connor hadn't roped you over to his side from day one you might have been a good prospect for us." "Yeah, well you're out of luck, Coop," I said. "Later fellas..." "Wait," said Cooper, and the 6'6 brunette beside him instantly put a hand on my shoulder, holding me in place. His hand felt like a gorilla's paw. "You didn't think we were gonna let you go that easily, did you? You see, man, I have a grievance with Connor and he owes me big time. I'm pretty sure he's the one that keyed up my car two years ago and I think it's time I get my revenge. Since I can't seem to get close enough to him to strike, it looks like his pet project will have to pay instead." I grabbed the brunette's arm to try and throw it off of me, but as soon as I put a hand on the arm, I felt another arm wrap around my waist from another frat douche behind me. I was cornered. "Listen guys," I said. "I realize you have lots of free time on your hands, but I don't have time for playing around. We'll have to make a play date for another time. Call me, guys." I tried to turn, but I felt a fist strike me in my gut and I blacked out for a second. I wasn't expecting it so I didn't flex my abs to deflect the force like I should have. Before I knew it, someone was tripping me and I found myself on my knees, standing in front of Cooper. "Now this is a position I like," he said. I heard a laugh and one of the guys pushed my head forward and down, towards Cooper's crotch. "Oh fuck," I thought to myself. My eyes were on the floor, but I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down. Before Cooper knew what hit him, I reached forward and underhooked his knees, pulling his legs forward and causing him to fall back on his ass. "Son of a bitch," he said, as he scrambled up. I felt a punch land on the back of my head, followed by a kick in the ribs and I blacked out. When I came to, I heard someone say: "Fucking weirdos! Do you follow around your pledges? What the fuck!" and then I heard the sound of several pairs of feet scramble away. I shook my head to the noise and opened my eyes. My vision was blurry, but I could clearly make out someone standing over me and leaning their face down toward mine. "Who the fuck are you?" "It's me," I heard a voice say. "What? What happened?" "Asa, it's me," came words in a crystal clear French accent. It was Denis Ledoux, a member of the hockey team and a brother of Delta Iota Kappa. I tried to get up, but the motion of crunching forward caused a sharp pain in my ribs and I fell back flat again with a whine. "Oh fuck," I said. Denis smiled and, in a flash, he had pulled me up to my feet and was supporting me. He offered to throw me over his shoulder, but I figured that would worsen the pain in my ribs, so we decided to just walk arm in arm, with Denis supporting my weight, back to the dorm. "What happened?" I asked along the way. "I don't know what those guys were going to do," said Denis, "but they punched you and you blacked out. I was nearby and I could hear the mother fuckers talking, and I ran over when I realized it was you." "It's a good thing you did, man. I swear, nothing but badness has come my way since I hooked up with you guys." Denis laughed and shook his head. "Don't say that. Aren't you glad I helped you? You're my brother." "Save it," I said. "Connor already gave me the 'we're all brothers, I have your back' speech." "It's true." "Well, if it wasn't for the frat those guys wouldn't be after me in the first place." "What did they want?" asked Denis. I shrugged. "That guy, Cooper, said that Connor keyed his car a few years ago. He couldn't get back at Conner so he came after me instead. It was weird. They knew all about me. All because of a fucking keyed car." Denis laughed again. Kind of a high-pitched, boyish laugh for someone his size. He was over two hundred pounds of solid muscle. He was kinda scruffy looking, but his appeal was undeniable. "Actually, that was me. The keyed car thing. So, I guess it's good that I showed up. We'll get those guys back." "Alright, well I'll let you settle that beef, then. Now, if you don't mind, I was hoping to get a nap, bro." We had reached my room, and I had just sat on the edge of my bed. "Just for a couple hours." "That's cool," said Denis, "but I can help you relax before you go to sleep," and I felt a heavy hand fall on my thigh. "A massage?" I asked. I wanted to pull away. "No," Denis replied. "Something better," and I watched as Denis reached forward with a hand and unzipped my jeans. "Wait," I said. "Can you do that? I belong to Connor." Denis shrugged. "It's okay, my friend. We can fool around just as long as it's not sex, you know?" "No, man. I don't. Not sex?" "We're like Mormons. We can do everything but penetration. Got it?" I laughed. "It got it," I said. "Now just lie back and relax," said Denis. He pulled off his t-shirt revealing a massive chest covered with dense brown hair. He unzipped his own jeans and pushed down his boxer briefs, revealing a beefy ass and thighs. I was already hard at this point, but I felt my cock throb against my inner thigh as I watched Denis take off his clothes. "Is he really gonna suck my dick?" I asked myself, in my head. "Yes, I am," said Denis. My eyes widened. Had he just read my mind? Denis, with a boyish grin, reached forward again and pulled down my jeans and boxers, revealing my veiny, pulsating dick. "Nice," he said. I leaned back in bed and got comfortable as Denis opened his mouth wide and prepared to take down my cock. There was one drop of off-white precum on the tip of my cock and, as Denis downed my cock, he sucked the precum out of my dick causing something like an electric shock to shoot up my cock. "Oh my god," I said. Slowly, Denis took my cock deeper into his mouth until he was almost balls deep. To give Denis some encouragement, I reached down and rubbed his back and arms. His tight, knotty muscles felt firm but relaxed under the palms of my hands. He seemed to appreciate the encouragement because his cocksucking improved after I touched him that way. Watching this huge guy suck me off was incredible. I was drawn as much to the idea of Denis as I was to the man that was physically on his knees before me. This hockey stud was the personification of a man's man and to see him practically dislocate his jaw to take down my cock was enough to get me close to coming. As he deep-throated my dick, Denis mumbled something and I watched in amazement as he reached up and maneuvered one of his hands underneath me. Seconds later, the sensation of my cock in a wet, warm throat was combined with the feeling of a large, thick finger plunging into my ass. I leaned back further, to the point that I was almost lying down flat, and I moaned in pleasure as Denis sucked me off and fucked me with his finger. His finger was so big that he might as well have had three fingers in there. Honestly, getting fingered wasn't the sort of thing that I would have asked for, but Denis was an expert, and he might as well have had his dick in me: it felt that good. As I rubbed Denis's back, he suddenly made a gurgling noise and I realized that I had already starting cumming in his mouth. Denis reached up and began to milk the cum out of my dick with one of his hands. "Oh fuck..." I said in a loud whisper as I launched my jizz into Denis's mouth. Denis continued to gurgle, but that did not stop him from swallowing every last drop of my cum as he crouched down on the floor. He continued to fuck me with his finger, milking all the cum I had in my testicles out of me. The flow of cum seemed to last for ages and I merely tossed my head back and enjoyed the sense of satisfied euphoria as I was emptied of all my jock juice. When I was done cumming, Denis, obviously cock hungry, continued to suck and lick my cock. With my cock still on his lips, I watched as Denis himself began to cum, without even having to touch his dick. Hands-free cum shots were always incredible, but watching Denis's bottle thick cock whip around and spray cum everywhere was something that I knew I would probably never witness again. In the uncontrollable whipping of his cock, some of the cum landed on Denis's hairy chest, whole other shots of cum landed on his abs and arms. "I guess you're god is a horny god," I said, when Denis wiped my cum off of his lips and stood up. "You could say so," he replied. "You should probably get to sleep," said Denis, using a towel to wipe the cum off of his body. Afterward, he dressed himself. "Sleep well," he said. "The transfiguration will probably take place tonight." [TO BE CONTINUED] [COPYRIGHT 2011]