Date: Wed, 11 May 2011 06:35:50 -0400 From: Sean Williams Subject: Screwing the President 3 (Revised) Screwing the President Chapter 3 We drove home from the hotel pretty early and I had to do the driving because Stan was trashed. I basically tossed him in the back seat and let him sleep during the hour plus drive back home. After dropping Stan off at his dorm, along with his car, I walked over to my own dorm and the first thing I did was run over to my computer, turn it on, and check my e-mail. I'm not really sure why I decided to check my e-mail at 4 in the morning, but for some reason I was hoping that Connor or one of the other guys from Delta Iota Kappa had e-mailed me to ask why I hadn't shown up to the frat party. I didn't regret not going, but the guys had made me feel so important that I was sure they would have e-mailed me about not showing up. I was surprised to find that there was no e-mail from Connor or Todd from the frat, but there was an e-mail from my girlfriend Stacy, back in Sioux Falls. "Oh great," I said. I struggled to keep my eyes open, I was so tired. Stacy was a senior in my high school back home and we started dating when I was a junior in our school, and she was one year below me. We went to the same church back home and my folks and her folks were really close. In fact, I felt like both of our families were grooming us to be married one day; they never actually said anything to confirm my suspicions, but the subtle looks and winks and friendly elbow jabs sort of made it obvious, at least in my opinion. Needless to say, the fact that my parents wanted me to marry Stacy was enough to send me running for the hills. She was a beautiful girl and, if I ever wanted to get married it would be to someone like her, but something had changed in the last two weeks since that strange morning in the cafeteria when the Delta Iota Kappa boys showed up. I used to be a nice boy next door from South Dakota who ironed his shirts, pants, and underwear (yup, underwear) right after taking them out of the dryer and called my parents four or five times a week. I used to make sure my hair looked neat in the morning with a part on the side like Clark Kent back in Smallville, Kansas. I was the kind of guy that parents wanted for their daughters; a guy that old ladies turned to when they needed help crossing the street, and I had always been happy to oblige. But something had changed. Now all I could think about was cock. That's right. I said it. Cock. Ever since meeting Connor, the President of Delta Iota Kappa, back in the cafeteria more than a week before, I would wake up in the morning with a raging hardon and cum leaking out of bottle thick dick with an image of Connor in my head. When I closed my eyes, I pictured tearing the sheets off of the bed I was lying in and finding Connor naked, crawling towards me in bed. I pictured him grinning at me with his big blue eyes and reaching for my dick with his hands. I imagined him jerking off my dick, furiously, and then putting it in his mouth and swallowing the thick, pearly pre-cum. As he sucked my dick, I pictured Connor dry humping the bed with his beautiful beefy ass up in the air. Watching that amazing round ass got me so hard that, after running my fingers through his blond hair as he sucked my dick, I moved my hand down and began to finger his hole. First one finger, then two. Fingering Connor made him suck my cock even better than before, suddenly taking my dick all the way down to the base, his nose deep in my thick bush of pubes. In spite of how tired I was, the thought of fingering and then fucking Connor kept me in a strange half asleep, half awake limbo. I was happy to stay in that limbo until I heard the loud crash of something hitting the floor. I sat up in bed instantly and saw that in my lust for Connor I had kicked the bedside table sending my alarm clock to the floor. I sighed and then got up and set the alarm clock back on the table. It was seven in the morning and, as my luck would have it, I was now wide awake even though I was dog tired. I looked down and I saw my cock peeking through the hole in the front of my boxers. I laughed. Something about the way the short boxers hugged my beefy ass made me feel even hornier. Feeling the fabric pull against me as I walked toward the door almost made me cum right then and there. I rubbed my hands up and down my abs and then up to my nipples, which I pinched. I walked out of my dorm room and toward the bathroom. Suddenly, I wondered: "Where the Hell is my roommate?" For a while there I had even forgotten that I had a roommate and it wasn't until I walked out in the hall that I remembered. "What if he catches me jacking off in the bathroom?" Fuck it. I didn't care at that point. I walked into the empty bathroom and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. It wasn't the cleanest bathroom in the world (let's face it, what rational person would expect a bathroom in a boy's dorm to be clean), but I didn't care. I slid off my boxers and tossed them on the floor. I slapped my thick cock against my abs to get it even harder. A drop of precum landed on my abs and I picked ip with my finger, guided it over to my mouth, and swallowed it. It tasted so good. So sweet. "I wonder what Connor's cum tastes like?" I thought to myself. Closing my eyes, I leaned back a little in the bathtub and imagined Connor coming in and sitting on my dick. I watched him as he walked in admiring his meaty pecs, his wide shoulders over a slender waist, and his striated thighs. He had the perfect V taper, just the kind of guy that I was realizing that I liked. And he had that look in his eyes, too. It was a look that said: "I know I look like a dumb jock, but I'm an animal in the sack. I'm young, dumb, and full of cum. Wanna take me for a test drive?" In my imagination, Connor walked into the bathroom and turned around with his back facing me. He lowered himself down on my cock and I placed my hand son his hips and pulled his body down, sliding my dick into his ass. He moaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure and I placed my hands on his shoulders to steady him and keeping him from sliding his ass completely off my dick. I jacked my cock faster and faster as I imagined my dick sliding in and out of Connor's bubble ass. "Oh god," I said. "Oh shit. Fuck! I'm cumming. I'm cumming! AAAHHHHHH!" I started to cum and the first spurt shot out of my dick and landed on the toilet seat. This was followed by a continuous series of shots, the first of which landed on my hairy thigh and the rest landed on the floor. It was one of the longest cum shots I had ever had. It was insane to me that just the thought of fucking Connor was enough to get me cumming that quickly and for that long. No porn needed. "God, what is this guy doing to me?" I thought to myself. I used a towel hanging in the bathroom (not my towel) to clean myself off and then I set the towel back on the rack. Someone would get a nice surprise in the morning when they smeared my cum all over themselves right after taking a shower or washing their face, but I didn't care. All that mattered to me was getting cock and getting it as soon as possible. Freshly drained of about two days worth of cum, I hobbled back to my room and collapsed in my bed. Even though I was wide awake before I had gotten up to cum, I had no problem falling asleep once I crawled into bed. I pulled off my cum-stained boxers and fell asleep in bed, buck naked. I didn't wake up until I felt something like a shadow coming down on me, hours later. Honestly, it was really just a sense that there was someone else in the room so I sat up, rubbed my eyes and said: "Dude, where did you sleep last night?" "I slept in the Delta Iota Kappa house." "What?" I suddenly looked over at the 'shadow' and realized that it wasn't my roommate, Rich. "Connor," I said, picking up my tongue that had rolled out of my mouth and onto the floor (well, not really, but you get the idea). "What are you doing here? I thought you were my roommate." "Yeah, I figured that part out." "How did you get in?" "I have my ways," he replied. "I AM the president of Delta Iota Kappa, after all," and he left it at that. Suddenly, I realized that I was still naked and that Connor must have had a full view of my growing cock and low-hanging balls. I sighed and reached for a pillow and covered my crotch with it. "When did you get modest?" "I've always been modest," I said, laughing nervously. "I told you I was from South Dakota." "I am sure you can figure out why I'm here," said Connor, taking a seat on the edge of my bed. "God, he's sitting on my bed," I thought to myself. "Holy crap." "Um... I have no idea," I said. "We missed you at the house party last night," said Connor. "This was an opportunity for the big brothers in the house to meet some of the pledges and I was not the only one hoping that you would be there." "I appreciate that Connor," I said. "I know I'm a flake and it means a lot that you're taking a chance on me." Connor shrugged. He looked so hot in his black polo shirt and khaki shorts. Seriously, it looked like the guy had been made in a laboratory by a mad scientist with an Abercrombie and Fitch obsession. "I'm not taking a chance on you," said Connor, "but you are a flake. That's okay though because I have a solution." "A solution for what?" "Like I said before, last night was an important night, my friend. It wasn't just a party at the frat house. Delta Iota Kappa is THE fraternity on this campus and if you join us you will be entering a serious organization. A family. Does a family just bail out when the going gets tough? Does a family drop the ball when it's time to step up to the plate? The Delta Iota Kappa family doesn't, and because of that, we don't take things lightly. We let you guys get the chance to know us, and we make sure that we know you as well. Like I said that momentous day when I first laid eyes on you, I knew you were right for us and I will go to bat for you, no matter what. Asa, this may sound strange, but when I saw you, it was like I had seen a vision. The heavens opened up and revealed you to me, and I knew that you were the one that I had been waiting for. You were the young man that Delta Iota Kappa needs. Do you get it? You understand that, right, Asa?" I was speechless. "Ye... Yes," I managed to mumble out. "So you need to come to the house tonight," said Connor. "Think of it as a make-up session, like if you missed a quiz in class or something." I was still in awe, but I managed to let a chuckle escape. "A make-up session?" That sounded so hot. "Yeah," said Connor. He suddenly placed a hand on my thigh, close to the pillow that was covering my crotch and he said: "Forget what you thought you knew. You really don't know Delta Iota Kappa. Not yet. This is the chance for you to get to know us: for real." The pillow began to rise as my dick got hard again and so I just nodded. As much as I wanted to fuck Connor again, I wasn't ready for it just then. He had this way of throwing me off guard, knocking me down to ground level like a girl that beats you up because she likes you in the first grade. I was embarrassed to have him in my room and intimidated by his words. "I'll let you get back to sleep," said Connor. "Geez, why are you asleep this late, Asa? You realize it's 1 in the afternoon, right?" "I know," I said. "Long story." "Tell me about it tonight," said Connor, standing up. "I'll be expecting you in the Old Library in the house." "The Old Library? Where's th--" "Don't worry about it," said Connor. He never looked worried. In fact, he always looked satisfied. It had to be nice getting whatever you wanted in life... or whoever you wanted. Maybe I should become a Delta Iota Kappa man after all. "Just show up at the house and they'll know what to do." I showed up at the Delta Iota Kappa house at about eight o'clock that night, an hour earlier than Connor was expecting me. I was so nervous and scared that I would be late that I ended up getting there an hour earlier. I even started to panic, thinking that I wouldn't be able to find the "Old Library", but sure enough, as soon as I showed up at the house, I was met by the guard, Craig, who said: "You're Asa, right?" "Yup." "Welcome back to the house, Asa. We've been waiting for you. I think you're wanted in the Old Library, but you're a little early. You can hang out there or come back to the house later, if you want." "I'll just go in," and Craig stepped to the side to let me into the house. He followed me in and dropped me off in a room on the first floor of the house, at the end of a long and dark hall. It seemed like the paintings of the former presidents of the house were staring down at me, menacingly. It wasn't that sort of "You're not good enough," look, but more of "We're going to eat you alive" type of stare. I entered the Old Library and closed the door behind me. The room was long and narrow and overlooked a garden off to the side of the house. It was really dark in the room because the only light came from one lamp by the door, but I could make out two long red leather couches in the center of the room, facing the window. These couches were the stiff leather couches with brass pins in them that I always imagined that rich people must have in their houses. I had never been to a rich person's house before so I could have been making that image up, but everything about the frat house made me think "money". The house alums must be really loaded, I figured. Like the rest of the house, the Old Library was lined with wood panelling that must have been at least fifty or sixty years old. I looked down at my watch and then took a seat down on one of the couches. What was I going to do for the next hour? Or WHO? "I was scared, too, my first night in the house," I heard a voice say. I instantly jumped up from the couch. It didn't sound like Connor's voice. "I didn't realize anyone was in here," I said, watching the hulking man that walked over from a desk by the back wall. "I guess I'm still nervous," he said. "I was sitting over there like a fucking ghost," and then he laughed. "Yeah, I'm nervous, too," I admitted. "And scared, like you said before." The man nodded and I thought I recognized him from somewhere, but I couldn't place where I had seen him. "I'm Jason," he said. "I live on West Campus and I belong to Denis Ledoux." I knew that Denis Ledoux was the captain of the school's hockey team and one of the biggest jocks on campus. He was a Canadian with brown hair, blue eyes, and the hottest ass I had ever seen on a guy. Just a big beefy hockey ass. I'll admit it, even before I had met the Delta Iota Kappa guys, I had spied a few studs on campus now and then and Denis was definitely coming in the top two or three on that list. I didn't realize that he was a Delta Iota Kappa, though. Very interesting. Wait, something this guy said wasn't right... "Belong? What do you mean you 'belong' to Denis Ledoux?" Jason laughed and shook his head. "That's right," he said. "You missed the party last night. It was wild." "Was it?" "Oh yeah, man," said Jason. "I won't spill the beans, but you'll find out soon enough. Are you waiting for someone?" "Yeah," I said, extending my hand. "I'm Asa." "Oh yeah," said Jason. "I think I heard about you. You're on the water polo team?" "Actually, the swimming team." "Right, right," said Jason. "I'm a running back on the football team. Actually, I'm supposed to be a wide receiver, but you know, I'm white so..." I laughed and shook my head. "Alright." That's where I had seen him. He had been in the school paper a couple times as one of the most important members of the school's recruitment class for football. Apparently he was a two year All-American in football in Texas, or Oklahoma, or something. "So you're Asa, huh?" the football player asked. He was a little shorter than me at 5'11 or 6 feet, but he was all muscle. I could clearly see the outline of his bis and tris even though he was wearing what I guessed was his high school football team jacket. "Do you belong to Todd or Connor? If you belong to Connor then you are fucking lucky." "What did you say? I don't BELONG to anyone, man." Jason laughed again and looked towards the door. "I'm waiting for Denis, but he said he might be late. Who the fuck knows when he'll show up? Denis is a pretty big guy on campus." "Yeah," I agreed. "It seems like all the members here are pretty much the campus studs." "I guess that's why they wanted you, huh?" I shrugged. "Maybe." Suddenly, Jason was taking a few steps toward me and placing his hand on my chest. "You're fucking hot, bro," he said. He slid his hand down toward my waist and then placed it under my shirt. Within moments he was running his hand over my six pack abs, and then he leaned in towards me and kissed me on the neck. As I said, he was shorter than me but he must have had at least twenty pounds of muscle on me and, next thing I knew, he was pinning me against the couch and kissing my neck some more. "Do you feel my dick against you?" Jason asked, looking down at his crotch. He had his crotch up against mine and I could feel his hard cock pulsating against me. "I'm so fucking horny right now. I can't wait for Denis." "What if someone comes in?" I asked. "I don't think the pledges are supposed to fuck each other." "Is that in the rule book?" asked Jason. "I'll be quick," and Jason started to pull off his clothes, starting with his jacket. Before I knew it, he was completely in the buff (pun intended) with a fat leaking cock pointed right at me. After my run in with Connor in the morning I was still craving cock and I immediately dropped to my knees. "Suck my dick," Jason said. His voice was deep and strong, but he seemed to be pleading with me. "Please suck my dick." That's what it sounded like in my ears. Seeing that throbbing leaking dick two inches away from me left me with no doubt about what to do. I got down on the my knees and put a hand around that fat dick, trying to squeeze out more precum. "Oh my fucking god," said Jason. I looked up at Jason and took that dick into my mouth, instantly swallowing the precum that had collected on the tip. Jason closed his eyes and moaned. He started wobbling like he was going to faint. I took his dick out of my mouth and said: "You like that?" "I fucking love it," he said. I reached around and put my hands on Jason's meaty running back ass, pushing his cock back in my mouth. His fat cock filled up my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I was afraid that if he went in too far I wouldn't be able to breathe, but I was craving cock so much that I didn't care. I felt Jason put his hands on my head and gently begin to fuck my face. I massaged his dick with my tongue as he worked his thrusts into a rhythm and I smacked his ass as I sucked him off, for encouragement. I couldn't believe I was actually sucking the dick of a guy that I had met five minutes before. Fuck, I might actually swallow his cum! Sucking Jason's dick faster and faster, I could tell that he was really getting into it, because he reached around and began to finger his own hole. The fact that he was getting so into it was doing wonders for me, too, so I started to jerk my dick as I sucked Jason off. "Dude, you're gonna make me cum," he said. That was all the encouragement I needed, because that made me suck him faster and faster, licking the underside of his shaft with my tongue and slapping his ass again. "Oh god, I'm close," said Jason. Suddenly, he pulled his dick out of my mouth and leaned over the side of the couch. He spread apart his ass cheeks revealing a tight pink hole, buried deep between two beefy ass cheeks. He had blond hair on his ass that I could see in the sparse light in the room. Still spreading his ass cheeks apart, Jason began fingering his ass again and said. "Fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can, before Denis gets here. C'mon man, please. PLEASE." I was shocked... seriously, I was thinking "What the fuck is going on?" but I was happy to oblige. I spit down on my fingers and lubed up Jason's ass with it, pushing in two and then three fingers. His running back ass swallowed those fingers right up. Then I spit some more and lubed up my own dick. I wanted to warn the running back that I was about to push in, but I was so horny that I just started shoving my cock into that hole that was calling my name. "Asa. Asa..." said the hole. "Oh fuck," said Jason as my cock slid into his ass. He gripped the edges of the couch as I shoved my dick in deeper and deeper. He gripped so hard that I thought he would rip the couch apart. I started to think that maybe I was hurting him so I slowed down my shoving, but then Jason reached around and pulled me toward him by grabbing on to my thighs with his hands. I could feel the calluses on his palms from all the weight training that he did. I slid my cock in further, admiring his thick ass and thighs as I did. I figured he must be a dead lifter because he had a strong ass that jutted out from his body like it was made separately by a sex god and just stuck on the backside of his body. As I pushed in to the full length of my cock, I felt the sides of Jason's ass against my dick, that's how thick his ass was. "Fuck me, Asa," he said. I leaned over his body and wrapped my arms around him, cupping his pecs with my hands as I fucked him. With my body steadied by holding on to him, I put one of my legs up on the couch and started fucking Jason even harder, doggy style, like I had seen in the movies. Jason was so horny that he arched his back as much as he could and pushed back against my dick, forcing my rod in even further. By that point, I was so deep in his ass that I must have been tickling his pancreas. Yes, that was a joke. "Shit," said Jason, "I'm gonna blow. I'm gonna blow all over this fucking couch!" "Do it," I said. "Cum for me." "AH!" cried Jason. "Shit! Here I go! I'm cumming! Fuck! AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Jason's body tensed up but then grew still as the cum shot out of his dick and landed on the red leather couch. "AH! AHHHHHH!" he said, with a sex-filled voice, as I watched all that sweet jock cum shoot out of his dick and land on the leather. I was still fucking him as hard as I could, massaging his prostate with my dick to help him get the cum out. "Fuck," I whispered. "I'm gonna cum, too." Watching this beefy football player cum had gotten me really hard. In an instant, Jason had flipped around and fallen down on his knees. This hungry jock held his mouth open and licked his lips, begging for me to feed him my cum. "You want it?" I asked. I couldn't believe I was talking like this. "Feed it to me," said Jason. "Don't waste a single drop." "AH!" I yelled, as the first drop of cum shot out and landed on Jason's tongue. "Oh fuck! AAAHHHHHH!" That was followed by several thick globs of my white, creamy cum. Jason moaned the whole time as he lapped it up, licking and swallowing it. When I was done, I saw Jason's adam's apple moved down as he greedily swallowed my jock juice. He reached up and squeezed out the last bits of my cum from his dick, and then he shoved his mouth back down on my rod, sucking even more cum out of my dick. Honestly, the guy drained me so good that I felt my balls contract up into my body. I think I had a three day deficit of cum after that. Even though all of my cum was gone, Jason was so horny that he continued to suck my dick which was still semi-hard and fat from all the testosterone coursing through my body. We were so into it that we didn't hear the door into the Old Library open. We DID hear it when a guy said: "Sacre bleu!" Shit, I thought to myself. That has to be Denis Ledoux, the Canadian hockey stud. We both turned around and there was Denis and Connor standing by the door. Denis's mouth was wide open, as if he had just witnessed someone shove a giant black dildo up his mother's ass, and Connor just stood there, with that devilish grin he was so good at. [TO BE CONTINUED] [Usual disclaimer: Do not read if you are not aloud to... blah blah blah. If you've made it this far, you know the drill. Names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. :-P All comments accepted and I will try to respond. Be gentle with me, I'm sensitive. Not really, but no hate mail, please. Take it easy, guys.]