Date: Wed, 11 May 2011 06:35:50 -0400 From: Sean Williams Subject: Screwing the President 4 (Revised) Screwing the President Chapter 4 "I hope we're not interrupting," said Connor, walking into the library. He was followed into the room by hockey stud Denis Ledoux. My cock slipped out of Jason's mouth with a loud "PLOP". "No, you're not interrupting," the running back said, still down on his knees in front of me. I wiped the cum off of Jason's chin and, now presentable, he stood up to face the two frat guys. Jason covered his crotch with his hands. I looked at him and grinned. He looked pretty hot with that guilty football player caught in the act look. "I don't think I need to ask what you guys were doing," said Denis in a thick French accent, shaking his head. This hockey stud was huge and made the wood-paneled library room seem small as soon as he stepped into it. "I think you have some explaining to do," said the Canadian, staring menacingly at Jason. Jason had told me before that he "belonged" to Denis and I still wasn't sure what he meant by that. "I'm sorry, Denis," said Jason, in a pleading voice. The big football player sounded terrified and I turned and looked at him, shocked by the fear in his voice. Denis walked over to Jason slowly and, when he reached him, put his hand on Jason's shoulder. Denis squeezed that shoulder tightly and Denis grimaced in pain. Then Denis smacked Jason on the ass. "You know better than that," said Denis. "You're mine. Remember what we talked about? You are my apprentice so that means--" "Alright, Alright," said Connor, stepping forward. "Why don't you guys go up to Denis's room? I'll take Asa here and we'll go up to my room. That ought to settle it." "But he broke the rules," said Denis. "This is an executive decision," said Connor. Denis, with head bowed, said: "Alright, Connor. Whatever you want." Then Denis squeezed Jason's shoulder again and said: "C'mon, you good for nothing. Let's go!" I watched Jason and Denis walk out of the library and, try though I might, I could not wipe the smile off of my face. I looked over at Connor and he had that sneaky look that asked: "Am I next?" "I'm sorry, Connor," I said. I had started dressing myself after Jason and Denis left. I had my boxers on and I was pulling up my pants. Connor found my shirt and brought it over to me. It was completely wrinkled from probably about twenty to thirty minutes of being on the floor. When Connor brought the shirt over to me, I got a good look at him. God, was he beautiful. He stared deeply at me with his deep-set blue eyes and his mouth was set in that perpetual grin. Connor shrugged. "Don't be sorry," he said. "I want you to think good thoughts when you think about Delta Iota Kappa. Think of this as your home. People have sex at home, don't they, Asa?" "I guess." Connor stood beside me and put his arm around me. It felt so good. "This is a family," he said. "Yeah, you probably shouldn't have sex with your family members, but this is a very special type of family. I know that you'll fit right in here, because I know that you are the one that I have been waiting for. I don't want to spill the beans too soon, but you know what, Asa? I need you." "You need me?" "That's right," said Connor, gazing into my green eyes. His face was only about two inches or so from mine at this point and I suddenly began to feel like I was on fire. "You are the one that I have waited for and, honestly, I need you more than you need me, or this house. I know that doesn't make any sense right now, but you'll understand it eventually." I nodded and put my shirt on. His arm around me stll, I walked out of the library with Connor. God, it felt so good being this close to the President of Delta Iota Kappa. I don't know how to describe it, but Connor had this strange power over me. Just the feeling of his skin against mine, made me feel like I had died and gone to heaven. God, if he gave me a shot gun and told me to rob the vault at the Federal Reserve Bank I would have done it. I would have done anything for Connor. As we walked toward Connor's room, Connor looked over at me and said: "You look really tired." "I am," I replied. "I haven't really been sleeping well. Sometimes it feels like everything is spinning out of control." "I know that feeling. That's why you need your frat brothers. You need someone to step up and help you out if that's what the situation demands. And, guess what, Connor? I'm the President of the fraternity and no one can help you like I can. All you have to do is holler. Do you need help with your physics homework? I know the retired chair of the Physics Department. He'll do your homework for you." Connor tenderly squeezed my shoulder. The former chair will do my homework for me? What? "Um... that's ok," I said. "I think I can figure it out." "Alright," said Connor, once we reached his room. "We'll just take it easy tonight. It looks like Jason really tired you out." "Yeah. You have no idea." Connor laughed. "Alright, buddy. Take off your clothes." After he said that, Connor began taking his own clothes off. As I removed my shirt and pants, I watched Connor undress and I was mesmerized. His entire body was tanned and he had a wide chest and strong legs. Even his low hanging balls deserved some kind of award. It looked like the guy had been made for sex. I had some low hangers myself but Connor's bad boys were ridiculous. After I had taken my clothes off, Connor pushed me over into the bed and then got in next to me. He laughed. "Don't worry, Asa," he said. "I know you're just an innocent from South Dakota. I won't make you have sex with two horny guys back to back. That might be a little bit much for ya." I nodded and smiled. "So just go to sleep," said Connor. "We'll talk in the morning and figure things out." I fell asleep soon after that, with Connor in my arms. I rubbed his tight pecs and big, erect nipples with my fingers. Occasionally, I bent forward and kissed Connor on his striated back. I laughed to myself. "My girlfriend Stacy would flip out if she knew that I was sleeping with the hottest guy on the planet right now," I thought to myself. After that I fell asleep and had the craziest dream: In the middle of the night, I thought I heard a knock on the door. Connor got up and answered it. He began talking to someone who sounded an awful lot like Todd, the first Delta Iota Kappa that I had met about two weeks before. In the dream, I heard bits and pieces of their conversation through a crack in the door. "Is that Asa in there?" Todd asked. "He belongs to me, Connor. You know that. What the hell were you thinking?" "You're wrong," said Connor. "Asa's my apprentice. I'm the president so I get first dibs on all the grade A freshmen." "I saw him first." "Did you make the sacrifice?" asked Connor. "Did you spill the chalice of sacrificial blood on hallowed ground? I didn't think so. Until you make the sacrifice, he's still up for grabs and as the president I claim him." "That isn't fair, Connor," said Todd. "You know it isn't fair." "I don't care. He's mine. I have been waiting for my replacement and I finally found him. He's perfect." I don't remember anything else after that and when I woke up the next morning, I saw Connor standing naked in front of a mirror in his room, combing his blond hair. From where I lay in bed, I had a perfect view of Connor's tight ass. It was that perfect ass, and others like it among the frat brothers, that brought all the horny sorority girls to the legendary Delta Iota Kappa parties. "You're up," said Connor. I didn't reply, but I sat up in bed. "You OK?" I nodded. "Yeah, I guess. I don't know. Did anything weird happen last night?" "You mean besides you fucking the bejeesus out of Jason?" "No, I mean in the middle of the night," I said. "I thought I heard some talking. I thought I heard you talking to Todd. He said something about me being his apprentice and then you said something about a sacrifice..." Connor walked over to me and put his hands on my shoulders. He looked me dead in the eyes and grinned. "What are you talking about?" he said. "That sounds crazy. You were just dreaming, baby. Maybe you should go back to sleep." "No, I'm alright," I said. "I'm up." "You know what?" asked Connor. "I think I'll just let you go back to your dorm. You're looking a little out of it. But you have to come back to the house tonight. Got it?" "I got it," I said, standing up and putting my boxers on. "And don't go to the library this time, just come straight up to my room. And don't forget the holy water." "What?!" I said, turning around suddenly. "I'm just kidding, Asa. Geez, you need to relax!" Unfortunately for me, it was Sunday, which meant that I would have to go to Coach Blood's Sunday afternoon swimming practice, which was about as relaxing as getting dental work done without anesthesia. "Listen up, you pussies!" cried the coach. "Last year was the worst season in the history of this swimming program and if I don't whip you sons of bitches into shape, the Athletic Director will put his hand so far up my ass that he'll be giving you pussies the finger from my open mouth!" "What?" asked Stan Baxter, looking over at me. "He's completely lost it." "I know, I get it," the coach continued. "It's Sunday and you assholes would love nothing more than some lazy Sunday afternoon pussy to munch on, but guess what? I don't have a pussy so it looks like you're shit out of luck!" "Sir?" asked Stan, raising his hand. "Stan, what the hell are you doing," I whispered. Stan was wading beside me in the pool. I could tell by the gleam in Stan's eye that he was about to be up to his old antics again. "I was just wondering what your opninion was on the different types of pussy," said Stan. "What are you talking about, you psychopath?" asked Coach Blood. "I mean," Stan began, "are you more of a shaved pussy type of guy, or are you more of a wild jungle full of hair type of chap? Have you ever seen a Brazilian wax, it's pretty incredible." "Alright," said the Coach. "Ten more laps! Butterfly!" "Butterfly?" said one of the other freshman swimmers. "Stan, you son of a bitch!" "I wanna see ten laps of butterfly and you better do your fucking best because the loser is gonna get fucked by my eleven inch dick!" Stan slapped me on the back before he got into his lane and said: "Don't take that as a reason to swim slow, Asa." "Shut up, you son of a bitch," I said. But the coach was just kidding and, before I knew it, the team had swum the fastest ten laps of butterfly that I had ever seen and, before long, we were all back in the showers getting cleaned up. As the water from the showerhead dripped down my body, all I could think of were the strange words that I had heard in my dream the night before: "Did you make the sacrifice? Did you spill the chalice of sacrificial blood on hallowed ground?" "Don't drop the soap!" said Stan, taking the spot right next to mine in the showers. "I always drop the soap," I said, "and I tap the guy next to me in the showers and tell HIM to pick it up." Then, I dropped the soap and tapped Stan on the shoulder. "That's a good trick, but you're crazy if you think I'm gonna pick it up," said Stan. "At least not with all these other guys around," and Stan winked at me. I didn't know what to make of that. Stan and I had fooled around a few nights ago, but we had both been drunk and I figured he would have forgotten about it by now. Stan was a playful guy so sometimes I couldn't tell if he was making fun of me or actually coming on to me. I shook my head. Stan handed me his soap and we shared it and finished up our showers since neither of us was willing to pick up the soap that I had dropped. As we were toweling off in front of our lockers, Stan asked me: "Hey, Asa. Why don't you come over to my dorm tonight? I rented a couple flicks." "What did you rent?" "I rented 'Homicidal Space Babes Invade Indiana' and 'Double-Jointed Horndogs From the Crab Nebula'." "Hmmm," I said. "Sounds tempting and I haven't seen either of those, but, man, I have plans tonight." "What plans could you possibly have that's better than spending the night with me?" There goes Stan being a dick again. "I can think of a hundred different things better than spending the night with you, my friend, but tonight I have to go over to Delta Iota Kappa." "Asa, no," said Stan. "Dude, don't tell me you're pledging Delta Iota Kappa? We talked about this, bro. You don't want that." I shrugged. "I don't know what I want. I didn't think I wanted it at first, but now that I met some of the guys..." "It's that Connor kid, right?" asked Stan. "That blond? The president of the fraternity? He's got you hooked, right?" I shrugged. "It's not like that," I lied. Actually, Stan was right on the money. The jig was up. Stan shook his head and looked away. It was quiet for a few minutes after that as we toweled off and then got dressed. Just before he was about to walk out of the locker room, Stan looked over at me and said: "Listen, Asa. Just do you. If you wanna join a fraternity, I'm totally in favor of that, as long as you invite me to all the parties, ok?" Stan clapped me on the back and walked out of the lockerroom. I thought it was pretty cool of him to say what he did considering that it was obvious that he thought frats were lame, but I could tell from the look in his eyes when he walked out that he was crushed and he was just putting up a front. That night, I showed up back at Delta Iota Kappa wearing what I figured was the fraternity uniform: a dark polo shirt, khakis, and loafers. Craig, the dude that was always standing guard in front of the house whenever I went over (which seemed weird to me), nodded approvingly when he saw me. "Lookin' good, bro," he said. "You're starting to become a regular here." "Thanks, man. Any wild parties going on at the house tonight?" "No," Craig replied. "Sundays are pretty quiet because the guys are usually hungover, and then they start roaming the libraries looking for people to do their homework for them." "Gotcha. Hey, can you show me up to Connor's room? I forgot how to get there." Craig nodded with a grin and I followed him into the house. There were those portraits of the dead former presidents again, looking like hungry zombies staring down at me from the walls. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of Connor's door, which was a corner room at the end of a long hall. Craig knocked on the door and we waited for an answer. "Is that Asa?" asked Connor. "Yes, sir," said Craig. "Come in." Craig pushed open the door and my jaw dropped to the floor. There was Connor lying naked on the bed, facing us, with his hard cock pointing right up in the air, and his huge balls resting comfortably on the bed. He was in a reclining position with his abs flexed and a treasure trail of blond hair leading down to his cock and balls. One leg was flexed while the other was lying flat on the bed. "Holy shit," I whispered, and instantly sprung wood, making a tent in my khakis. Craig suppressed a laugh and whispered back: "Have fun." Then he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. "Right on time," said Connor. I could not pull my eyes away from his throbbing dick. "It looks like you got started without me," I said, taking off my clothes one by one. Before I pulled off my boxers, I reached my hand in and began to jerk my dick to make sure that it was as hard as possible before Connor saw it. After squeezing my dick and getting it nice and hard, I pulled my boxers down and my dick slapped up against my abs with a loud "SLAP!" "Damn, boy," said Connor, licking his lips. "This just gets better and better." Connor stood up and met me in the middle of the huge room. Literally, it was the largest bedroom I had ever seen. The huge bed was over by the window immediately across from the door and there was even room in the bedroom for a couch, a table, and a 65" inch flat screen television. Connor was about the same height as me, at 6'2, and he reached up and ran his hands over my pecs and abs. He leaned over me and licked first one nipple and then the next. He squeezed and jerked my cock as he sucked on my nipples. "Oh my god," I said, tossing my head back. "That feels so good." "They don't do it like this in South Dakota, do they?" "Hell no," I said. I rubbed my arms up and down Connor's striated back. I worked my hand down toward his ass and began fingering his tight muscle hole. "Not yet," said Connor. The President of Delta Iota Kappa got down on his knees and licked his lips in preparation for sucking my dick. He spit on his hand and then rubbed it on my dick. The feeling of Connor's hands on my dick was incredible. I blinked and, next thing I knew, Connor had taken my dick into his mouth. "Oh yeah," I said. Connor grabbed on to my thighs to steady himself and gradually took my cock all he way down to the base, no gagging. "Fuck yeah," I said, running my hands through Connor's blond hair. Connor pulled my dick out of his mouth and then licked the shaft. He licked down the shaft and then moved on to the balls. He took first one of my huge balls into his mouth and then both. "Oh my god..." I moaned. The feeling of Connor sucking hard on both of my balls at the same time was so intense that I thought I was going to blackout. I reached for a chair to steady myself. "Dude, you're gonna make me pass out," I said. "You're so good." "I know I am," said Connor in that deep, confident tenor. Connor took my cock back in his mouth and before long was deep-throating me like a pro. He just sort of held my cock in the back of his throat for as long as he could and sucked on it like he was a Hoover vaccum. I don't know where Connor got his skills from but everything this guy did was enough to put me over the edge. Connor continued to suck my dick, massaging my shaft with his hungry lips. He slapped and grabbed on to my ass cheeks to shove my cock deeper into his mouth. Looking down and seeing this hot fraternity president with his eyes open and his jaw spread wide apart to suck on my dick was one of the hottest things I had ever seen. I was so hard at this point that I thought I would cum right then and there, in Connor's mouth. "Connor, I'm gonna cum. Holy shit, I'm gonna cum." Connor slapped me on the ass and pulled my cock out of his mouth. "I don't want you to cum yet," he said. He stood up. "I want you to get on the bed, on all fours. I wanna see you on all fours, with your ass up in the air." I nodded and walked over to the bed. I got in position as Connor commanded. Next thing I knew, I heard the sound of strong footsteps behind me as Connor followed me to the bed. After that, I felt Connor's hands on my ass (with one hand on each ass cheek) and then he spread my ass cheeks apart. Just the feeling of Connor spreading my ass cheeks apart with his strong hands had my dick throbbing again. "You like that?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "Then you're gonna love this," and, seconds later I felt a tongue moving up and down my hole. "Oh my god," I said. I had never had anyone go near my virgin hole with their tongue and the sensation sent shivers down my spine. Still spreading my ass cheeks apart, Connor forcefully pushed into my hole with his tongue and made these loud lapping noises like a hungry dog. My entire body shook with excitement as Connor fucked me with his tongue. After that, he buried his face in my ass, slobbering around like a horny lineman goes after pussy. "AH!" I cried. "Oh god. That feels so fucking good. OH FUCK!" Words could not describe how good it felt and, without even touching my dick, I began to leak precum all over Connor's bed. "Fuck," I said. "My cock is dripping all over your bed. I'm sorry, Connor. You got me so fuckin' hot." "Don't apologize, baby," said Connor. "I got something even better for ya," and suddenly I felt the sensation of a finger being pushed into my ass. It shocked me at first, but as Connor worked his way toward my prostate, it began to feel really good. "Your ass is so fucking tight," said Connor. I swallowed his finger with my hungry ass. I didn't really know what was going on and I was a little scared, but, fuck, I would have done anything for Connor. Then, Connor pushed in two fingers, and after that, three. He fucked my ass with his fingers and my body quivered. After a few minutes of that, I felt the bed dip a little bit as Connor put his whole weight on it and positioned himself behind me. I knew what was coming, but I didn't want Connor to see that I was nervous. "This is gonna be so great," said Connor, slapping his dick on my ass and pushing the head playfully against my tight hole to get his cock even harder. "You're gonna love it." "Yeah?" "Ever been fucked before?" asked Connor. "Stupid question. I know this is your first time. Don't worry, OK?" "Alright," I said. "I trust you." Connor leaned his body down against mine and I felt his ripped chest and tight nipples against my back. The hair from his abs rubbed against my lower abs and ass as Connor began to push in. I took a deep breath as, slowly, Connor pushed his dick into my ass until it was about a third of the way in. Then Connor placed his hands on my shoulder and began to fuck me doggy style on the bed. It hurt like a bitch at first, but after a while, my ass began to relax a bit and then it felt like I had died and gone to heaven. With his thrusts into my ass with his cock, Connor worked his dick deeper in. Connor wrapped his arms around me and bearhugged me as he fucked me with his huge dick. I wanted Connor so bad that I didn't care that he was stretching my hole with his cock. He was filling me up and having the president of Delta Iota Kappa inside of me was a truly awesome feeling. Connor kissed my back and said: "You know I love you, right?" I didn't think that I heard him right because we weren't facing one another so I didn't answer. Connor kept fucking me and then he worked his thrusts into such a fast and powerful motion, pulling my body down on his dick with his hands on my shoulders, that I felt my balls contract and I knew that I was about to shoot the biggest load I ever shot in my life. "Oh my fucking god," I said. "I'm about to blow. Ah fuck! AH! AH! AAAHHHHHH!" With Connor still fucking me doggy style, his fat dick deep in my ass, I blew my load all over his bed. The flow of cum just did not want to stop as one shot followed the next and then the next and then the next for practically a full minute. "Oh god..." I moaned. Connor, still fucking me, gave me a reach-around and squeezed the last drops of cum from my dick, which landed on the bed. With my jock manhood squeezed out of me, I collapsed on the bed, in a pool of my own cum. "That's so hot," said Connor, gazing down at me, greedily. I knew he was admiring my beefy ass. Connor was jerking his dick, his whole body shaking with his powerful hand motions. "God, I'm close," said Connor. "I'm fucking close!" Connor stood up on the bed and positioned himself so that his crotch and dick were right over my face. "Can I nut on your face?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "Cum all over my face, Connor. I want it." "Fuck!" cried Connor. "Ah fuck! AAAHHHHHH! SHIIIIIIITTTTTTT!" The first spurt of hot cum landed right on my lips, and then some more cum landed on my cheek, and then a little more by my nose. Connor's cumshots were not little wimpy squirts, but each shot was like a teaspoon worth of sticky, white cum. "AAAHHHHHH!" cried Connor, as more and more jizz shot out of his huge dick. I couldn't see myself, but I knew my face had to be covered in hot white cum. When he was done cumming, Connor bent down over me and licked every last drop of his own cum from my face. He cleaned me off with his tongue and then he kissed me, feeding some of his cum back to me. I swallowed it. After that, Connor collapsed beside me in the bed and put his arms around me. We lay like that with Connor's chest resting against my back, bearhugging me. "There's cum all over the bed," I said. "I don't care," said Connor. "I just wanna lay here like this. With you." "The whole house must have heard THAT." "Ha! I know. I don't care." Suddenly, Connor tightened his hold around me and rested his head on my shoulder. He kissed my back. "I have something to tell you," he said. "I want you to be my apprentice. It's a big deal, not just because this is Delta Iota Kapppa, but because I am the president of the fraternity. I am grooming you to succeed me as president when I graduate." "You think I can do it?" I asked Connor. I was overwhelmed. Connor wanted ME to be president? Two weeks ago, I didn't want anything to do with fraternities. "I won't have anyone else, but you," said Connor. "Asa, being my apprentice means that we are bound together, for eternity." I turned around and looked at Connot. I rested my head on Connor's chest. "Do you want to spend eternity with me?" asked Connor. Without a second thought I answered: "Yes." [TO BE CONTINUED] [Usual disclaimer: Do not read if you are underage or it is illegal to read this sort of (awesome) material in your country, state, or territory. I can be reached at the address above. Take it easy, guys.]