Date: Tue, 26 Apr 2011 19:26:31 -0400 From: Sean Williams Subject: Screwing the President Chapter 7 Screwing the President Chapter 7 I woke up the next morning, not because the alarm went off, but because the blinds on the wide motel room window were drawn up and the light of the morning shone in. The first thing I saw was Todd, wearing nothing but a white jock, standing by the table, over in a corner of the room. "Hey, baby," he said. He must have seen me turn over in the bed and cover my eyes to block out the sun. "You're up." "Yeah," I said. "What time is it?" "Time for you to get a watch." "No, really," I said, sitting up. "What time is it?" Todd laughed. "It's about seven, Asa," he said. "Don't worry, my friend. I wouldn't let you miss class. I know you have Calc at 8." "Yeah... how did you know that?" Suddenly I remembered what I had seen the night before. "You told me. Remember?" "No, I didn't," I replied. "I didn't tell you my schedule. How the hell do you seem to know so much about me? You knew where to find me last night. You know all about my life. What the fuck is going on?" "Asa, calm down," said Todd. He didn't look too concerned. I guess he knew that I wasn't the type to stay mad for long. "Maybe you didn't tell me your schedule, man. I don't remember. I'm in Delta Iota Kappa. I just know things. Don't ask too many questions." "What are you doing over there, man?" "Come and take a look." I got up out of bed, completely naked. I was semi-hard and, for some reason, I covered my hard-on with my hand and picked up my boxers off of the floor. Todd laughed watching me pull up my boxers. Hey, sometimes a guy has to be modest, especially when he suspects that the dude he just spent the night with might be a creature of the night that wants only to drain all of the blood out of him. After I pulled up my boxers, I walked over to the table and saw that there was a multiple course breakfast laid out. "Todd, what did you do?" I asked. "I ran to the diner up the road to get some eats," he said. "But it's only seven. How early did you..." "No worries, man," said Todd. "I'm an early riser." I surveyed the feast before me on the table. There was cereal and milk, two different types of eggs (scrambled and over-easy), three different types of meat (bacon, sausage, and Canadian bacon), and toast with butter and jelly. And there were home fries. I gave Todd a big bear hug. "How did you know I loved Canadian bacon. I'm all about my Canadian bacon! I love you, man!" "What?" "Nevermind." "I didn't know you love Canadian bacon," said Todd. "I just figured I would get whatever they had." Then I remembered that I shouldn't trust this guy. He was just trying to get me to let my guard down, and the best way to a man's heart was through his stomach, at least in my case. Todd and I sat down at the table and we started digging in. "Alright," I thought to myself. "He's obviously eating and he went outside in the daytime so he can't be a vampire..." "What are you thinking, Asa?" asked Todd. "Um... nothing." "And," I began thinking again, "he doesn't seem to be ripping his clothes and there hasn't been a full moon lately so he probably isn't a werewolf..." "Seriously, man, what are you thinking?" "Um... Todd, can I ask you a question?" "Asa," said Todd, "you can ask me anything." "What type of supernatural creature are you, bro?" Todd stood up and his face turned white. "What?" he asked. I shook my head. "Todd, I saw your birth certificate. Man, it said you were born in Kentucky in 1844. Eighteen fucking forty-four!" Todd laughed and sat down. "Is that it?" "What do you mean: 'is that it?' Where's my fucking explanation?" "Haha," laughed Todd. "Calm down, Asa. Listen, there's a simple explanation for all of this." "Okay..." "You shouldn't jump to conclusions," he added. Good point, but how could I not jump to conclusions with that orgy of evidence I found last night? He he. Orgy. "...alright," I said. "I really expected more from you, Asa. I really thought I had your trust. Did I ever give you reason--" "Dude, just spit it out!" Todd laughed. "That's not my birth certificate," he said. "You probably saw a commendation from the war department as well. A discharge certificate?" "Yeah." "Those aren't mine, Asa," Todd continued. "They belonged to my great-great grandfather. He was an officer during the Civil War and, well, my whole family is proud of him and I'm named after him so I carry it around with me, to remind me of him. It helps me be a better man." I wasn't buying it. "Your great-great grandfather?" I asked. "Who you just happen to be named after? Does that make you Todd Holcomb the fifth?" "Something like that. I can't imagine what you must have thought when you saw that birth certificate." No, my friend, you can't. "What did you think, Asa, that I was a vampire? Ha Ha Ha Ha HA!" "It's not that funny." Todd put down his fork and stood up. He pulled my face forward a bit and kissed me on the forehead. "It's hysterical," he said. "Seriously, Asa?" Todd sat down again. "Dude, I didn't know what to think," I said. "But I did want to say something to you, though." "Uh oh. What now? You want me to give you my social security number and my last three adresses so you could do a background check?" "No, man, nothing like that. It's just... it's stupid. I just wanted to say thanks for not, you know, pressuring me into doing anything last night. Um... it was kind of awesome. Thanks, man." "That is stupid," laughed Todd. "You know I would never make you do anything you didn't want to do. I told you that, Asa." "I know." "Well, you're welcome," said Todd, "and eat up because you have to take a shower and get to class by eight. We only take all-stars in Delta Iota Kappa so you need to make sure you keep your grades up." I had to sit through two hours of Dr. Kline's Advanced Calculus, which was pretty hard to do when all I could think about was: "Fuck, vampire or not, I should of fucked Todd!" I don't think my grades will be going up anytime soon when I have so many things to distract me. After Calculus, and all of the other classes I had that day, I walked home and collapsed in bed. A whole day of daydreaming about Todd really drained me. Something about the guy was different. I couldn't place exactly what it was, but I was sure that I wanted to see him more. I lay in bed that way for half an hour I guess, until I saw the blinds suddenly pulled open. "Rick, dude, is that you?" I asked. "I didn't hear you come in." "I've been here the whole time," said Connor. I bolted up instantly. "Connor?" "I haven't see you in a few days," he said. "I thought I'd chek up on you." "You were standing there by the window the whole time?" I asked. "Why didn't you say anything?" Connor smiled and walked over to the bed, where I was sitting. "I just wanted to watch you," he said. He ran his fingers through my hair. "Nothing weird. Did I creep you out?" "No, it's just... I don't know. When I saw the light come in to the room I assumed it was my roommate Rich." "Nope." "Wait, what happened to Rich? I feel like I haven't seen him in two weeks." "I killed him," said Connor, with a devilish grin. I laughed and shook my head. "Very funny," I said. "So now what?" "Well," Connor began, "you're going to come back with me to the Delta Iota Kappa house, I'm gonna fuck your brains out, and it's going to be awesome. What do you say?" God, he's beautiful. "Let's do it," I said, and we left the dorm. It looked like I was back under the control of whatever spell Connor had placed me under. As Connor and I walked into the fraternity house, we saw hockey stud Denis and his apprentice Jason walk out. I followed Connor in and Jason winked at me, then Denis winked at me. Yup, just another day at the Delta Iota Kappa house. We made it to Connor's room and he closed the door. "Ready?" he asked. "Always." I pulled off my t-shirt and unzipped my pants. I pulled my pants down and watched the look of satisfaction on Connor's face as I stood in his room wearing only my boxers. He licked his lips and walked over to me. My cock was growing harder and harder and it reached full girth when Connor suddenly put a hand down into my shorts and began playing with my balls. I have to admit it. Other than food, the best way to my heart is a little ball handling action and Connor definitely knew how to dribble. Connor worked his way back toward my ass and began to finger my hole. It felt so good and I moaned. "You like that?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "I love it." "Then you're going to like this even better," he said and he dropped down to his knees in front of me. He pulled down my boxers and my cock slapped up against my stomach. It was rock hard at that point and I began to ooze precum. "Dude, you're happy already," said Connor. "I haven't even gotten started yet." He stook out his tongue and licked the precum off the tip of my dick and I closed my eyes and tossed my head back. "Oh my god," I said. Connor opened his mouth as wide as he could and took my bottle thick dick into his mouth. Inch by inch, he took my cock deeper into his mouth until my cock head was slamming against the back of his throat and his lips were touching my balls. "Oh fuck," I whispered. "Don't stop." Connor massaged my dick with his lips and, holding my cock all the way in his mouth, licked the underside of my shaft. Connor steadied himself by holding on to my ankles with his hands. I held on to his head with my hands and massaged his blond hair. Connor made loud slurping and sucking noises as he downed my cock. I had never seen him this hungry. "Oh, my god, Connor, you're so good," I said. Connor pulled my cock out of his mouth and said: "You're glad you're joining Delta, right?" "Oh yeah," I said. "I'm so glad I found you guys," and then I shoved Connor's face back down on my dick. Connor reached his hands up and grabbed my ass cheeks to shove my cock deeper into his mouth. Before long I was hitting the back of his throat again. Slowly, Connor inched one of his fingers back towards my hole. Before long, Connor was spreading apart the skin around my hole with his ring finger and index finger and then he shoved his middle finger in, instantly getting it almost all the way in. "Oh my god," I said. It felt incredible. But Connor wasn't satisfied. Next, he shoved a second finger into my ass, and then a third. I never thought that I was the type to want to get fucked or have someone finger me, but whatever Connor was doing was working, because my cock was throbbing like crazy and I started getting dizzy. Connor released my cock from his mouth. He looked up at me and smacked me on the ass. "Get in the bed," he said. I was happy to obey and I jumped in the bed. "Face down. Ass up," said Connor. I assumed the position and Connor joined me in bed. For about half a minute, he just sat behind me on his shins and jerked his cock looking at my ass and hole. "God, that's a beautiful ass," he said. "Where did you get such an amazing ass?" "I don't know," I laughed. "South Dakota." "I need to move to South Dakota." Connor sat up and slapped me on the ass. Next, I felt him slap his cock against my ass a few times to get it as hard as possible. Connor must have been pretty randy at that point because I felt something sticky land on my ass after Connor slapped it with his dick and I could only assume that it was his precum. I felt Connor rest his cock head right at the entrance of my pink hole (well, I've never seen my own hole but I'm assuming it's pink) and then he said: "I'm gonna push in now, okay?" "Yeah, Connor," I said. "I want you to fuck me." "How much do you want it?" "I want it so bad," I said. Next thing I knew, Connor was pushing his dick into my hole; my ass swallowed it up. Connor shoved his body forward and then positioned himself on top of me, putting all the weight of his body on top of mine. It hurt like hell at first, but it wasn't long before it felt incredibly good. I felt Connor rock hard chest against my back. Connor bear hugged me as tightly as he could as he fucked me. He squeezed my nipples with his gingers, and then he shoved a couple fingers into my mouth and I started sucking on them. I was so horny at that point: with Connor's fat dick in my ass and two of his fingers in my mouth. Connor had made me into his bitch and, honestly, it felt really good to get screwed by the president. Connor worked his fucking into a rapid motion, showing his horse cock as far in as he could. "God, I can feel that against my pancreas," I said. I laughed. "Damn," said Connor. "That's pretty deep. Is that a Coach Blood-ism?" "Yeah..." I said, in between moans and gasps. "That's a Coach Blood-ism. Jesus Christ. That's a donkey dick!" "Thanks???" "Yeah, it's a compliment," I said. My eyes were closed because the feeling was so intense. "It's a compliment. Just take it, asshole." Suddenly, Connor began fucking me faster and faster. I craned my neck back and watched Connor as he plunged in and out of my hole. "You like it, don't you?" he asked. "Yeah," I whispered. "Shit, I'm gonna cum," and immediately after I said those words, I felt the first jet of cum shoot out of my cock and land on Connor's bed. Connor continued to slam into me and that first shot of cum was followed by another and then another. I didn't even have to touch my dick: the shots just pumped out. If you've never had a handless cum session before, it's pretty awesome! When I was done cumming, I rolled over onto my back and sighed. "Oh my god," I said. "It's been too long." "Oh god!" said Connor. "I'm next." Connor crawled over to the head of the bed where my face was and jerked his dick with one hand and used the other to push my chin down and open my mouth. He positioned his cock head right over my open mouth and aimed the cum right into the back of my throat. The first shot hit the back of my throat and I gagged a little. "It's easier if you close your eyes," said Connor. I closed them and the first shot was followed by multiple other shots of sticky white cum that all landed in the back of my throat. "Whew!" said Connor, when he was done. Connor then shoved his cock into my mouth and I sucked the last drops of cum from inside of his dick. I wiped clean his cock with my tongue. "It's good to be the president," he said, collapsing beside me on the bed. "I guess so," I said. I was pretty tired and I fell asleep soon after that: naked and lying in a pool of cum on the bed. I awoke some time in the middle of the night to find Connor sittin up on one arm. He was looking at me. "What are you doin'?" I asked. "Didn't you go to sleep?" "No," said Connor, shaking his head. "I missed you. I've just been watching you, Asa. I just... I just can't believe that I found you. You're perfect." "It sounds weird when you keep saying that," I said. "I'm not perfect. Nobody's perfect." "It's not true. I've never met anyone like you. I can't believe that there's someone like you out there. What if I never met you? I don't even want to think about it. It scares me." "Who knew you were a pansy?" I said. "Shut up," said Connor. "Hey, I heard a weird story about you, Asa. One of the pledges said that he saw you walking down University Avenue last night. I couldn't believe it when I heard the story. I mean, if you needed a ride somewhere you would just call me, right?" "I just needed to get out of my dorm," I said. "I wasn't really going anywhere, I just... I just was feeling kinda shitty and I couldn't sleep. That's all." "Well, where did you end up?" I chuckled. "It's a funny story, man. I ran into Todd. He drove up in his Ferrari. He asked me to get in and we drove to a motel." "WH...WHAT?" Connor's voice took a higher pitch and all the blood drained out of his face. "WH...WHAT D..DID YOU SSS...SAY?" I sat up. "All I said was: we drove to a motel. We didn't actually do anything. He was a perfect gentleman." "But he spent the night with you? My apprentice?" "Yeah, but nothing happened." Connor instantly jumped out of the bed and walked over to a table in a corner of the room. He slammed his fist down on the table and the entire thing collapsed into a pile of wood on the floor. "Holy shit," I said. "Connor, calm down. We don't do anything. Seriously. If we had done anything I wouldn't even be telling you this story. I would have just said that I walked around a bit and then walked home. Seriously. You know me by now, Connor." "Todd knows better than to go near you," said Connor. He shook his head. He looked livid. He was completely naked so the scene was somewhat comical: an incredibly hot fraternity stud throwing a tantrum in the buff, with his dick swinging around playfully as he walked from one side of the room to another. "I can't believe you're this angry. Connor, all we did was talk, especially over breakfast. We had a lot to talk about. It was funny: I found this weird birth certificate in his wallet that said he was born in 1844, and I kinda flipped out, so we talked about that. He explained to me that it belonged to his great-grandfather, or his great-great grandfather. Dude, I don't remember. It was crazy." "You found his birth certificate?" asked Connor, still completely pale. "Yeah, but it wasn't his," I said. "Did you miss that part? Come back to bed. I'm tired and I have to get up early tomorrow." Connor shrugged. "I can't say no to you," he said, "but Todd has really done it this time." TO BE CONTINUED [You know the rules by now. Don't read if you live somewhere where people are not allowed to have fun or read anything fun (like Utah). Otherwise, you dudes can e-mail me at the address above if you are bored or have a critique. Whatever. What exactly is going on with these Delta Iota Kappa boys? You'll have to keep reading. Later guys!]