Date: Mon, 11 Apr 2011 08:18:46 -0400 From: Sean Williams Subject: Screwing the President Chapter 5 Screwing the President Chapter 5 The next thing I knew, I was lying in bed back in my dorm. I was rubbing my eyes and sitting up in bed, the sound of the phone ringing blaring in my ears. "Answer the phone, Rich!" I shouted. I looked around, but I couldn't see Rich, my roommate, anywhere. "Geez, what time is it?" I asked myself. I looked at the clock on the bedside table and saw that it was two in the afternoon. "Fuck!" I guess I missed my Monday morning classes. I reached for the phone and answered it. "Yeah," I said. "This is Asa." "Asa, this is Stan," came Stan's voice through the telephone. "What the fuck happened to you?" "What do you mean what happened to me? I overslept." I laughed. "Why do you care anyway, man?" "You missed practice," said Stan. "Do you realize how big of a deal that is. Coach Blood is gonna eat your ass for breakfast. I mean, he's gonna make a feast out of your ass! No, I mean, you're gonna get it! Hard! Wait..." "He's gonna kick my ass. I got it. Wait a minute. How could I miss practice? We don't have practice on Mondays." "Asa," said Stan. "Dude, it's Tuesday. Did you seriously sleep for two days? What the fuck is going on?" "Oh god," I said. "Holy crap. What happened?" The last thing I remembered was laying in bed with Connor at the Delta Iota Kappa house after an incredible night of fucking. It was the hottest sex I had ever had and I spent the whole night with Connor. It was awesome. Connor said something about choosing me for Delta Iota Kappa and how important it was. He said something else too, something kind of weird, but I couldn't remember what it was just then. "Asa? Are you there?" "Yeah, I'm here," I replied. "Fuck. I guess I better run over to the Athletic Department and apologize to Coach Blood. God, I'm gonna get my ass handed to me." "He's not gonna be there. He said something about driving to Iowa during practice this morning. He's got some kind of meeeting to go to. Next practice is on Thursday. But you have to do something... I guess the best thing to do is to call the office and leave a message saying your sorry. I can't think of anything else to do. Geez, I can't believe you slept for two days. That's seriously fucked up." "Alright, let me call the Coach," I said. "I'll call you back after I call him. Alright, man?" "Yeah, bud. Alright." I called Coach Blood's office, practically pissing my pants thinking about what I would say if the Coach actually picked up. If he did, it wouldn't be pretty. Luckily, Stan was right and the Coach was not on campus, so I left a message apologizing and saying that I went to the doctor and he told me that I had mono and I was so sick that I overslept. That was a complete fib, but I figured if I really had mononucleosis there was no way the coach would want me anywhere near the other freshman on the team, so that might buy me some time. I called Stan back. "You were right, Stan. The coach is out of town so I left a message. I told him I had mono." "But you don't though. That's fucked up. Whatever, you should get a shower and get dressed, then you can come out and meet me for dinner at the cafeteria. I think we have some stuff to talk about." I laughed. Here we go again with Stan acting weird. "What is there to talk about Stan? I missed practice. I seriously fucked up and, like you said, the coach is gonna have my ass... um... for breakfast... but I'm kinda feeling like shit so..." "Don't you trust me? I'm not gonna bust your balls, I just wanna talk." "Alright, whatever," I said, and I agreed to meet Stan Baxter for an early supper at 6. At that point, I had missed all of my classes for the day and so I really did not have much to do before meeting Stan in the cafeteria at 6. With nothing to do, I played video games for a few hours until I got bored. Right before it was time to leave my dorm, I took a shower, got dressed, and left the dorm to meet Stan. I found Stan already sitting at a table and eating when I walked into the cafeteria. "You're late, bro," he said. I looked down at my watch and saw that it was about ten minutes after 6. "You're right, Stan," I said. "I had to haul ass over here and I guess I didn't leave enough time to walk across campus." "What's going on with you?" "Nothing." "You sure?" asked Stan, but then he shrugged and said: "Never mind. Why don't you go and get food first?" I came back about ten minutes later with a tray of food and sat across from Stan at the table. At first, he didn't look at me as I sat down, but then suddenly he looked up at me, deeply. Stan took a swish from the coke on his tray. "Why don't you just tell me what's going on?" he asked. "It's not like you to miss practice. That's kind of a big deal, Asa." "Who are you, my fucking Dad?" Stan smiled. "It's not like you to swear either, South Dakota." I guess "South Dakota" was Stan's new nickname for me. "What do you want me to say, Stan? I don't know why I slept for two days. I couldn't even believe it when you told me. I still can't get over it." "Are you sick, man? Maybe you should go see a doctor." "I don't feel sick," I said. "Maybe just a little groggy; that feeling you get when you sleep for too long. It's more than that, though. I feel like a whole chunk of my life is missing. Like a bunch of things have happened that I don't remember." "Yeah, that's not normal," said Stan. "I know it's not. I don't know what the fuck is going on." "Maybe it has something to do with Delta Iota Kappa." I sighed. "Stan get off it," I said. "I thought you were going to let me do my thing? Isn't that what we agreed on last time? Dude, whether or not I join a frat has nothing to do with you, unless I decide NOT to invite you to any of the parties." "I'm just saying that things are getting weird and you should start looking at what in your life could be the problem." "Stan, freshman year is weird. I'm not the only one going through shit, especially with so many hours of the week devoted to practice with that sociopath Coach Blood. I don't see why my oversleeping has to be related to joining the frat." "Something about that frat isn't right, Asa," said Stan, shaking his head. "I felt it as soon as I walked into the frat house that first time. I don't know what it was, but it was just weird. Something was off..." "You're just jealous of the swagger." Stan laughed. "I'm not jealous or envious of the swagger or anything like that, it's just... I don't know, man. Something about Delta Iota Kappa is off." "Stan, they're the awesomest frat on campus. All the girls wanna bang them, and all the guys wanna be them. They have the biggest and oldest house on fraternity row. They even have their own personal bartender. How awesome is that? Man, did you know that that garage in the back is actually an indoor pool? There's gonna be a massive pool party for all the pledges that make it in. Just be honest, man. Someone probably told you you wouldn't make the cut and now you're just pissed." "That's not it, Asa," said Stan. "That's definitely not it. I'm just trying to look out for you because... I don't know... because I think you're a decent guy and I think these dudes are wrong for you. You don't need to join Delta Iota Kappa to be cool." At this point, I was pretty much done with my cheeseberger and fries as I had basically wolfed it down since I hadn't eaten for two days. Being done, I really felt the urge to go back to my room and, honestly, hop back in bed and crash. It was a weird feeling: I had slept for two days and here I was, tired again. "I don't think you should join the frat," said Stan. "If you really want to be in a frat, there are other frats around so just spread your wings and have a look at the other houses." He leaned back in his chair and gave me a long look. Something about that look made me trust him. Honestly, Stan was the one of the few truly trustworthy people I had met on campus so far, but I didn't come to college to have someone who was not one of my parents tell me how to live my life. My parents at home had their idea of what they wanted me to do with my life, they had even picked out the girl they wanted me to marry, and now that I finally managed to get away from all that, some kid wants to tell me what I should be doing with myself in college? Hell no. "It's that Connor kid," said Stan. "He's the reason why you can't leave, right?" "You don't want to bring him up," I said. "Don't do it." "Why not? Are you fucking him? Is that it? Are you screwing the president of Delta Iota Kappa? I bet that's it, Asa. You let him fuck that tight jock ass of yours and you discovered that you just can't get it enough. That's it, right? I bet right now you're thinking about Connor giving you some more of his dick. Ami I right?" I stood up and slammed my tray down. "You fucking son of a bitch," I said, and the other students in the cafeteria all turned around to look at us. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Michael Fucking Phelps? You're just some lame second rate swimmer from Pennsylvania who got turned down by a frat and now wants to take it out on me. Dude, we've known each other for a month and a half and you're trying to tell me what to do with my fucking life? What the fuck do you know? You think you're so fucking cool? Well, I think you're cool, too. It was really cool when you were sucking my fucking dick the other night. That was awesome." "Oh shit," I heard someone say from the table behind us. "Did he just say that guy sucked his dick?" said another voice from in front of us. "Why don't you tell me what my dick tastes like, you fucking bitch," I added. At that point, I was on autopilot. I didn't know what I was saying, or why. Stan looked around at the stunned faces of the other students in the cafeteria and then he looked down. He didn't say a word and I was dumbfounded. Being silent was unlike Stan. I had never seen him like that before. Before I could change my mind and make some sort of strange apology, I picked up my tray and walked away from him. After setting my tray down in the tray dropoff area, I walked outside; my heart was pounding in my chest and I thought that I might have an asthma attack, even though I don't have asthma. "What the fuck is going on?" I asked myself. I found a bench overlooking the quad and I sat down on it. Since our school was in the Upper Midwest, it was starting to get dark out, even though it was only September and it wasn't even seven o'clock yet. Off to the left of the sky, I saw the white of the full moon. It would be night soon, and I felt really alone for some reason. I was hundreds of miles away from my family and friends back home, and in a place that suddenly seemed unfriendly. I felt out of my element. "What the fuck am I doing here?" I asked myself "I shouldn't have said all that stuff to Stan," I told myself. He probably would never talk to me again. I knew why I said it, and there were parts of it that I still meant, but in front of the whole cafeteria... Yeah, he'll never forgive me for that. I don't know how much time passed by with me sitting on the bench like that. It could have been half an hour, or it might have been two hours, but I wasn't shaken out of the daydream until I heard the sound of voices talking behind me. "I have to get back to the house," said a voice in a French accent. "Do you have to go back right now?" asked another voice. "I was hoping I could suck your dick first." It took all of my control to resist turning around after I heard that, but I figured that neither of the guys had seen me and so I didn't want them to notice me when I turned around. "I'm horny too, but Jason is meeting me at the house," said the guy with the French accent. Suddenly, I realized that the voice had to belong to Denis Ledoux, the hockey stud, and easily one of the hottest guys on campus. "Fuck Jason," said the other guy. "I mean, don't fuck him. Fuck ME! I want to be your apprentice." "I can only have one apprentice, Billy," said Denis. Could the guy he was talking to be Billy Cullen, another stud from the hockey team? "I can only have one. You know that. I already have Jason and so I can't take you on as an apprentice this year. Maybe next year, eh?" "I can't wait that long," said Billy, his voice filled with a randy edge. "I want you to fuck me now!" "There is a way," said Denis. "We can just fuck as a one time thing, it doesn't have to mean anything." "Gratuitous?" Denis laughed. "Yeah. Gratuitous sex. Jason doesn't have to know about it." I heard the sound of laughter. "Alright," said Billy. "But once you start, you're not gonna be able to stop." The talking stopped, and I heard the sound of footsteps walking away. I turned around and saw two of the beefiest, roundest asses walking away that I had ever seen in my life. True, I had been 100%straight up until about a month ago, but damn those were some hot asses in jeans. Making a spur of the moment decision, I figured that the best way to get myself out of the dumps I was in was to follow these two guys. Who knew? Maybe I might get front row seats to the show. I followed Denis Ledoux and Billy Cullen to one of the gyms on the edge of campus, a gym used only by certain athletic teams. It looked like the gym was closed as we walked up to it, but then I saw Denis take a key out of his pocket and use it to open the front door to the gym. I thought to myself: "Fuck, how am I gonna get in?" I ran to the door after Denis and Billy walked through and, sure enough, Denis had locked the door behind him. "Fuck!" I walked around the edge of the building to see if there was a back door or a side door open and suddenly I saw a light turn on through one of the windows to the gym. I crouched down beside the window and covertly peeked my head up over the window's edge. Inside, I saw Billy and Denis standing facing one another, with big grins on their faces. Denis looked so massive standing there. It looked like the brown-eyed hockey forward was about to burst out of his clothes. His pecs were so huge that they projected forward, pulling at the fabric of his shirt. I could see his erect nipples through his t-shirt. Billy, a kid with curly brown hair, was a couple inches shorter than Denis, but no less massive. In fact, Billy's body looked more muscular because he was shorter than Denis. In addition to being buff, Billy had a strong muscular neck and about three days worth of stubble on his chin. As I watched these two guys size each other up, my cock started to leak precum I knew that the thought of seeing Denis whip his cock out would probably be enough to make me blow my load right then and there. I might even get to see him fuck Billy with it. As I started to rub my cock through my shorts, I watched as Denis and Billy peeled their shirts off over their strong frames. Shirt removed, Denis pulled down his jeans and I saw his thick cock stick straight out, pulling at the fabric of his white boxers. Denis was such a big guy that it made it look as if his boxers were a size too small. I noticed Denis's cock head peaking out of the front of his boxers and I instantly decided: "Fuck it." I pulled down my shorts and my own boxers and whipped out my dick. I had the front row seat I wanted, so there was no reason why I shouldn't enjoy the show. Billy pulled off his shirt, jeans, and jock, leaving him standing naked in front of Denis. Denis gazed admiringly at Billy's muscular body. Like Denis, Billy had a thick chest and big erect nipples. Personally, I admired the dark brown hair Billy had on bis chest and his nipples because, honestly, that was a lot of chest hair for a freshman and it made him look even hotter. In an instant, Denis was leaning over and sucking on Billy's big, round nipples. Billy tossed his head back. "That feels good," he said. "Keep sucking." "You like that, eh?" said Denis, making loud slurping noises with his tongue as he chowed down on Billy's tits. "You're tits are really sensitive. They taste good, too. I could suck on your tits all day." Denis then pulled his boxers completely down and his cock slapped against his thigh. Damn, that bad boy was huge. It was long AND thick with a perfectly formed head. Denis could probably get Direct TV on that thing. On the tip of Denis's cock was one pearly drop of cum. Denis was still going to town on Billy's nips, but suddenly Billy pulled him off and said: "Give me that cum." Billy dropped to his knees. Denis tossed his head back and moaned in pleasure as Billy took his dick into his mouth. Billy stretched apart his jaw as wide as he could to get his mouth around that fat dick. It was one of the most shocking things I had ever seen, watching this hairy freshman down on all fours taking the thickest cock ever into his mouth. "That's it, buddy," said Denis. "You like that dick, eh? Keep sucking it. Take it all the way down to the base." "I can't," said Billy. "It's too big." "You can do it, buddy," said Denis. Denis gave Billy an encouraging pat on the head. Slowly, Billy took Denis's dick deeper down into his mouth until Denis was slapping Billy on the chin with his low-hanging balls. "Good job," said Denis. After that, I saw Billy gag a little and I figured that Denis must be precumming in his mouth. Denis pulled Billy up to his feet and pulled his face towards his in a kiss with his 20 inch biceps. I figured the two hockey studs must be sharing Denis's precum in that kiss. After that, Denis grabbed Billy by the arm and led him to a bench. Denis flipped Billy over, so that his ass was sticking up in the air, and he slapped it a few times until it was nice and red. "You like that, eh?" "I love it," said Billy. "I fuckin' love it." Denis spat down on a couple fingers and slowly thrust them into Billy's ass. Billy pink hole swallowed Denis's fingers and Denis laughed. "It looks like you've been fucked before." "I'm not telling," said Billy. "It's a good thing, eh?" said Denis. "There's no way you could take my dick if it was the first time. This is a good thing." "Oh, man, I can't wait for you to fuck me," said Billy. "Stick it in. Stick it in, right now. Tear my ass up." "You want me to tear your ass up?" asked Denis, and he positioned himself behind Billy, who was leaning chest down on the bench. It was a sight to behold, watching the huge over 6'4 Denis stand behind Billy's beefy ass and position his dick right toward Billy's hole. With one rough push, Denis slid his cock into Billy's ass and the hockey freshman moaned. Denis placed his hands on Billy's shoulders to steady himself. The scene was so hot that I knew that I would be cumming soon. I jerked my dick as fast as I could as I watched Denis and Billy go at it. I pulled my shorts all the way down to my ankles and began fingering my hole. I knew that I would shoot faster if I jerked my cock and fingered my hole at the same time. "Oh yeah," said Denis. "I want you to sit on my cock." Billy laughed and stood up from his position on the bench. Denis sat down with his thick cock pointing straight up in the air, and Billy lowered himself down on Denis's rod. "Your dick is so fucking big," said Billy. He reached around to guide Denis's dick into his ass. "You like it big, eh?" asked Denis. "You like it rough." "Yeah, I like it rough," said Billy. At this point, he had sat down completely on Denis's cock. "Fuck me harder." Denis placed his hands on Billy's hips and thrust his cock upward into Billy's ass, while Billy simultaneously lowered himself down on that huge dick. "Ah!" cried Bully. "AH! Fuck, that's a big dick!" Billy's cries only encouraged Denis to fuck him harder. Denis thrust up so forcefully into Billy's ass that I could see the line of Denis's ass crack from the front and I even thought I saw part of his hole. God, there was nothing better than a tight hairy hole on a huge, beefy jock. I knew that I belonged to Connor, but I really wanted to climb in through the gym window and give Denis's beefy ass a lick. It looked so good. "Fuck," said Billy, who jerked his dick as Denis pounded his ass. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fucking cum. Shit! Here I come!" As Denis continued to fuck Billy as hard as he could, the first shot of cum spurted out of Billy's dick and made an arc in the air before landing on Billy's thigh. This was followed by another shot of cum, and then another. What turned me on the most was seeing the look of ecstasy in Billy's face as he came and was fucked hard by Denis. "I'm next," said Denis. He pushed Billy down off of his ass and began to squeeze and jerk his dick with his big hands. The veins in Denis's hands looked ready to pop as he squeezed his dick as tightly as he could, to milk the cum out. Before long, Denis said: "I'm cumming. Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Denis stood up and pushed Billy down on to his knees. Billy held his mouth open for the cum and the first shot landed in Billy's mouth. This was followed by multiple other shots of cum. In the middle of cumming, Denis shoved his cock into Billy's mouth. I figured he wanted Billy to swallow all of his cum and not waste a drop of it. Billy struggled to get all of Denis's load down his throat, with his adam's apple moving open and down quickly, and some drops trickled out of his mouth and down his face and chin. When Denis was done cumming, he pulled his thick cock out of Billy's mouth and I saw that the rod was still rock hard. The sight of Denis's still hard cock with a prominent head was all I needed to send me over the edge and before I knew it I was cumming. "Oh fuck," I whispered. I didn't want to get any of the cum on myself since I didn't have any tissues with me, so I held my hand out. I began to cum into my hand. The cum that landed in my hand was hot and thick, and as I came, I continued to watch Billy and Denis through the window. With their cocks still rock hard, Billy and Denis were making out, still obviously horny. The last shot of cum landed on my hand and I looked down to see that my palm was covered in cum. Not knowing what else to do, I sucked the cum up into my mouth and swallowed it. Then I licked my hand dry. I licked my lips to get the last drops of cum off of them and I swallowed that, too. After I was done swallowing all of the cum, I just sat there with my shorts down and my dick out watching Billy and Denis. After a few minutes, Billy and Denis disappeared and I heard the sound of showers running. Immediately after that I heard the sound of someone stepping on what sounded like a tree branch and I turned around. I saw someone running away from the gym and, at first I couldn't tell who it was, but then I recognized Stan's characteristic yellow Nikes. Stan must have followed me to the gym and had probably stood there watching me jerk off the whole time. TO BE CONTINUED [Usual disclaimer: Do not read if it is illegal to read material of a sexual nature in your state, province, or country. I can be reached at the e-mail above. Take it easy, guys.]