Date: Sat, 7 May 2011 08:53:33 -0400 From: Sean Williams Subject: Screwing the President Chapter 8 Screwing the President Chapter 8 I was sitting in Advanced Calculus about a week after spending the night with Connor at the Delta Iota Kappa house and I was having a hard time staying focused. Dr. Kline was in the front of the lecture hall, talking math, but I wasn't really listening. She was wearing a shorter skirt than usual and sitting (I thought) seductively on the edge of her desk, crossing and uncrossing her legs repeatedly, a lot like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct. I guess she had taken her cougar pills that morning because she was turning up the heat and all of the guys in the class were sweating and pulling their collars. It seemed like the professor cared more about seeing one of us cum in our pants than actually teaching us the formulas we needed to know for the class. In spite of the show being put on by Dr. Kline, I sat looking down at my notebook, thinking about Connor, the president of Delta Iota Kappa. I hadn't seen him in a week, but I had him on the brain, and he wasn't going anywhere. At first my thoughts were all G-rated. He was such a cute guy so I thought about running my fingers through his blond hair and giving him a massage on the couch in the frat house, maybe kissing his neck. Then I pictured myself removing his shirt and kissing him on tht chest, and then the nipples. From there, I imagined grabbing a hold of Connor's waist and pulling down his jeans and his Calvins and from that point on, things got X-rated. I unzipped Connor's jeans and pulled them down to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of the jeans and I tossed them to the other side of the room. Then, I put two thumbs in Connor's boxer briefs and pulled them off. Connor was already hard and his cock slapped up against his abs. After that, Connor pulled off my clothes and I led him over to a chair. My cock was rock hard and already leaking as I sat down. Connor turned around so that his back was facing me and I grinned as he positioned himself over my cock. He held on to the arms of the chair to steady himself, his biceps and triceps flexing to bear his weight, showing off every cut and bulging vein in his arms. Connor slowly lowered himself down on my cock and my dick slid up into his hungry hole. Connor's beautiful pink hole was so tight that I could feel it stretch as my cock slid up into it. Connor moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he sat all the way down on my dick. From behind, I grabbed on to Connor's massive pecs and played with his nipples. "Jerk my dick," Connor whispered. I reached around and grabbed hold of Connor's cock with my hands. I began to jerk it, tightly double fisting it in an attempt to squeeze out the cum and, before long, I could feel something wet against my fingers. I scooped up some of Connor's precum and brought it around to my lips. "You like it?" asked Connor, taking a peak at me, looking over his shoulder with a smile. "I fucking love it," I said. But what I loved even more was watching Connor's bubble butt bounce up and down on my fat dick. I knew it wouldn't be long before I was cumming in his ass. Of course, I was still sitting in the back of Dr. Kline's Advanced Calculus, but I could feel my cock leaking precum in my shorts. My eyes were closed and I continued to picture Connor giving me his hungry hole. I could feel his sphincter tighten around my cock and I knew I was close. As I imagined all this, I didn't even have to touch my dick to get close to cumming. Suddenly (in my imagination), Connor turned around again, but the face that I saw wasn't his. It was Todd's. "What the fuck?" I whispered. "This is what you want, right?" asked Todd. "Um... I don't know," I replied. "I think so, but I'm not sure." "You don't really want Connor," said Todd. "He's got you under his power, but the one that you really want is me. Right?" "I don't know." That's what I said, but I knew Todd was right. It was him that I wanted, and not Connor. "Fuck Connor and come away with me," said the imaginary Todd. "What?" "Let's blow this fucking school and go someplace else," said Todd. "Let's get outta here." "What?" "Let's get outta here," said a voice that sounded awfully loud. I opened my eyes and looked down at the huge tent in my jeans. "What I asked?" turning around and gazing behind me. I saw Todd standing by an open door in the back of the lecture hall. He was leaning out and gazing expectantly at me. It was the real Todd. "Let's get outta here," he said. All it took was one look at Todd as he stood there in his black polo shirt, big brown eyes beaming at me, for me to hop up out of my chair and jet out of class in the middle of the lecture. I followed Todd out of the Mathematics building and we sat down on a bench outside. He looked down at my jeans a few times with a grin and once he asked: "Are you alright?" "Yeah," I said. "I'm fine. What is it, man?" "I mean, you have a huge tent in your shorts." "Just forget about it," I said, covering my crotch with my hands. "You were thinking about Connor, weren't you?" asked Todd. "No," I said. "Well, yeah. At first. Why are we even talking about this?" "Or maybe you were thinking about me..." "What is it, Todd?" I asked, as I sat down on a bench outside. "What's going on, bro? Why did you pull me outta class?" "It didn't look like you were paying attention." "Well, yeah, but still..." "We need to talk," said Todd, suddenly looking very serious. He sat down beside me and I looked over at him. The feelings that developed the night I spent with Todd at the motel suddenly came flooding back as I watched him in profile, staring forward at the grass in front of the Math building. Todd had that mixture of dark and handsome features and calm confidence that almost seemed out of place on a 21st century American college campus. He reminded me of an old school Hollywood star. I was never really a fan of old movies, but my Mom was and I used to sit and watch movies with her when I was a kid. I remember seeing guys like Rock Hudson, James Dean, and Errol Flynn and something about Connor reminded me of those old school cats. He wasn't your typical one-dimensional frat jock. He had this look of heightened perception that told you that he knew what was going on around him without him saying so. He didn't feel the need to show off to impress other college guys or sorority girls. He was cool and calm and he knew he was "the shit" without having to prove it. He was very different from Connor, almost the complete opposite and, in that moment, I didn't understand how I could even think about choosing Connor over Todd if it came down to making a choice. "What do we need to talk about?" I asked. "Here's the thing, Asa," Todd began. "I had a really bad dream last night. A nightmare." "Do you need a hug," I said, putting my arm around Todd. Todd laughed. "No, I don't need a hug," he said, "I just need to talk to you." "About the frat..." "Right," said Todd. "You asked me about what was going on with me and Delta Iota Kappa before, and I answered you, but I wasn't telling you the truth. I hate to admit that... I don't want to admit that I lied to you, but the truth is... I did. I did lie. I couldn't risk telling you the truth. There's more at stake than just me when it comes to the house, and I didn't have the balls to be honest with you. But the dream I had last night... it was surreal, Asa. It scared the pants off me. Ever have a dream like that? I doubt that you have. I dreamt that I died. I dreamt that someone killed me and that I never had the chance to see you again. I woke up in a cold sweat and the first thing I felt was regret. I regretted that I wasn't honest with you. You wanna know why, Asa? Because, frankly, you are the best thing that ever happened to me and I hope that I can spend a long time with you, maybe even the rest of my life." "Todd..." "Let me finish," Todd interrupted. "Dreaming that I died really scared me, more than I have ever been afraid before, and I really just want to tell you a few things... about the house. Delta Iota Kappa is not what you think it is." "You mean it's not the awesomest frat on campus?" "Actually," said Todd, "it's not a frat at all." "What are you talking about?" I asked, turning to Todd and laughing. "Of course, it's a frat. It's the one house that every guy on campus wants to get into it, even if it's just getting an invite to a party. I know you guys only take maybe ten percent of the pledges so... I feel honored that you guys are looking at me. I wasn't at first, but after meeting Connor... well, after meeting you... that's all changed." "Asa, you are not going to believe what I am about to tell you, but you just need to trust me on this one." "Of course I trust you, man," I said. "You're probably the only person on campus I trust." "Asa," Todd began, "Delta Iota Kappa is not a fraternity. It's an unholy alliance." I shook my head. "I already know that you're not a vampire, Todd, because it's daytime and the sun is out and you're not turning into roast beef." "Roast beef? Listen, Asa. Connor and I, and all of the members of the house, we're actually servants of... an evil power." "An evil power?" "We serve someone dark and powerful, more sinister than anything you could ever imagine," said Todd. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "He's called Degoth," Todd continued, "and we are his servants. Through his beneficence, all of us in the house have eternal life. Don't laugh, Asa. We are his acolytes, all the brothers in the frat, and by serving him, we stay young and handsome forever. Didn't you ever think it was strange? All these good-looking guys live in a house together, not a zit in sight. Every stud in the house with a pair of big, low hanging balls, all equal in size. Perfectly proportioned muscles and chiseled faces. None of it makes sense if you think about. There's always at least one fatty in a frat house, but not in Delta Iota Kappa. We're all so... perfect. "We never have to worry about growing old and dying because Degoth gives us the power to life for all time. It's seductive. You cannot imagine how seductive it is, this promise of life forever. At least it was at first. Now, I don't want it anymore. I just want to be a person. Like you. With you. Asa, I don't want to live forever, I just want to be with you." "Todd, man, this is ridiculous..." "Just listen," Todd continued. "Degoth allows us to live forever but, every fifty years, we have to shed our old bodies and transfer our life force into new forms. Our souls are eternal through the power, the mercy, of Degoth, but our bodies... die. That's where you come in, Asa. Connor's time is up and you are the body that he needs so that he can continue to live forever. Just listen, Asa. When Connor retires as president in two years, he'll transfer his soul into your body and you and he will be joined... at least until he needs another body." "This isn't funny," I said, standing up. "Do you really think this is funny? What the hell's gotten into you?" "Don't look at me like that. I just wanted... I needed... to tell you the truth. Don't you understand that? I couldn't lie to you anymore. I wanted you to understand why I have to leave the house, and... why you need to come with me." "I can't break my promise," I said. "I already promised Connor that I would join Delta Iota Kappa if he offers me a spot." "So that he can sacrifice you and take over your body?" "Todd, that's crazy. You can't possibly believe that." "I do, because it's the truth, Asa." "So your saying that the brothers in Delta Iota Kappa are all imoortal?" I asked. "Yes." "Well, what about the pictures I saw of the old guys on the wall... in the house? The former presidents. They're old. Didn't they live forever?" "Those aren't the presidents," Todd replied. "Those are actually the prefects." "The prefects?" "Every chapter of Delta Iota Kappa has a human guardian that helps us to maintain the secrecy of the house and manage our financial affairs. The prefect is not immortal, but Degoth promises him that he shall gain a high position when Degoth finally decides to descend to Earth... to rule mankind." "Who's your prefect?" Todd shrugged. "I don't know," he said. "The only person who knows who the prefect is is the president. In this case, Connor." "What is Degoth?" "Degoth is a demon... a god of the underworld and... I can't believe that I ever served him. I promised my life to him, as I lay dying during the Civil War. It was so long ago that I can barely understand it, but I was so scared. I didn't want to die and my wounds would have killed me and that's where Degoth came into the picture." I laughed. "I don't know if this is a joke, Todd, but you can't expect me to believe this shit." "--and I have served him ever since," Todd continued. "It's wrong, Asa. I know it is. It's all wrong, and I'm sorry that I ever did it. I should have just died right there on the battlefield." "I don't get it," I said. "None of this makes sense. I know this is some kind of practical joke, but... it's not funny." I looked over at Todd, who still sat on the bench, and I shook my head. "It's just not funny," I said and then I stormed off. I skipped the rest of my classes that day and I spent most of the afternoon in the library, trying to study for a test that I had coming up. But just like in class, I had a hard time staying focused. My mind was continually carried back to the strange things that Todd had told me: about the evil god that he served and the promise of eternal life. None of it made sense and I was angry that Todd had told me. I knew that it had to be some kind of joke, maybe a tale leading in to a practical joke against the pledges on Halloween, but I was seriously disturbed by it. Todd was not the practical joke type so the entire scenario was difficult for me to understand. As I sat at the library desk, pondering it all, I heard a voice on the intercom say: "The library will be closing in ten minutes." I looked down at my watch and saw that it was 8:50PM. I packed up my bag and jetted out of the library. As I walked away from the library, I saw two figures standing by a tree and heard the sound of talking. I hid behind another tree, because I recognized one of the figures right away, and I listened. "I don't know, Bambi," said Denis Ledoux, Canadian hockey stud and frat brother in Delta Iota Kappa. "I really gotta get back to the house because my pledge is waiting for me." Bambi? Was this bimbo really named Bambi? "Forget about the house," said Bambi, blowing bubbles with her pink Bubblicious gum and twirling her blond hair around a finger. "I'm all wet and ready for you." I saw Bambi reach down and rub her crotch with a few fingers. "My panties are soaked. Your cock is so wide and I love feeling you inside of me. I want you to fuck me so bad." Yes, she actually said that. "Let's go back to my sorority house." "No time," said Denis, shaking his head. "I have to be at the house in twenty minutes." "Then let's just go to my car," said Bambi. "We can fuck in the backseat." Do I need to say that I followed Denis and Bambi to the car? ...because I did. I trailed behind the huge hockey player and the skanky bimbo with him, watching Denis's meaty ass flex in his jeans. In spite of my humble South Dakota origins (and my girlfriend back home), I was beginning to appreciate the joys of a beefy jock ass. Just seeing one walking around campus was enough to get my dick hard and Denis probably had the best ass on campus: it jutted out a good five or six inches away from his massive back. Denis was a super hot guy all around. A beefy body on a large frame well over six feet tall. Dirty blond facial hair and big brown eyes. He was what some people called "A Walking Cum-Inducer" and I could see why as I was already starting to leak jizz in my shorts, just from following him and Bambi to the parking lot. Soon, Denis and Bambi were settling in to the back seat of her car: an old blue Chevy. I found a big Ford truck somewhat behind the Chevy and I pulled down my jeans and boxers and crouched behind the truck. Yup. I had every intention of jerking off to these two going at it. Why shouldn't I? I had the best view in the house. Unfortunately, I could not hear all the words that were said between them, but I didn't really need to because, honestly, the two of them together were probably not as smart as a fifth grader. Maybe a second grader in a third world country, if that. Denis and Bambi started off by kissing - the frat jock grabbing a hold of Bambi and tonguing her hungry mouth deeply - and then Bambi pulled off her shirt, revealing a pair of perky breasts with large pink nipples. Denis pulled Bambi toward him and began to chomp on her boobs greedily, sucking and licking each nipple in turn. I definitely would have preferred seeing Denis pound some tight-assed whining wimp in the ass with his massive cock... but this was pretty hot too, especially since Bambi had an incredible body and seemed to enjoy the way he was manhandling her. After sucking on her tits for a while, Denis laid Bambi flat in the car and positioned his huge body over her. He was rock hard all over: his striated abs led down to a huge bush of pubes and then a massive, veiny dick. Denis grabbed hold of Bambi's shoulders and began titty fucking her: sliding his cock back and forth on her chest between her ample breasts. He slapped his cock down on her chest a few times and then started to titty fuck her again. Bambi moaned as Denis roughly slammed his cock and all of his weight into her chest. Bambi reached out with her tongue and tried to taste some of his precum as the hockey stud rammed her tits. She managed to get a bead of cum on her tongue, and a string of cum stretched from the tip of Denis's fat dick to Bambi's mouth. Then something incredible happened. Denis turned around and crouched on all fours in the backseat of the Chevy with his huge beefy ass in the air. He must have said something like: "Lick my ass, Bambi," because, before I could say "holy shit", Bambi was spreading apart two beefy ass cheeks and tonguing that incredible ass like nobody's business. The scene was so hot that my heart started to race. It was hotter than any porno that I had ever downloaded. This massive jock with the beefiest ass on the planet was crouching on all fours as some hungry slut pushed into his pink hole with her tongue. I watched as Denis licked his lips as Bambi continued to go to town on that grade A ass. Bambi hungrily tore into that jock ass like the greedy slut that she was, spreading apart those ass cheeks with her small hands. I began furiously stroking my dick, my fat cock throbbing between my fingers. I looked down any my cock looked veinier than ever. I must have been particularly horny because, honestly, the combination of my throbbing cock and my racing heart was almost enough to give me a heart attack; at least, that was how it felt at that moment. Eventually, Bambi decided that tonguing that hockey ass was not enough and she reached forward with one hand and pushed two fingers into that hole. "Oh my fucking god," I said aloud. Denis's ass was so massive that Bambi did not even have to start off with one finger; she just slid two fingers in and he swallowed them right up. Denis gyrated and bucked on Bambi's hand as she finger fucked him. The Canadian hockey stud must have really enjoyed it because Denis began jerking and squeezing his dick, licking his lips and making faces of ecstasy the whole time. I jerked my cock harder and harder, unable to tear my eyes away from Denis's hairy thighs and round ass cheeks being fingered by the blond slut. As soon as Bambi slid her third finger into Denis's ass, I felt a bolt of electricity shoot down to my balls and the first shot of cum pumped out of my dick. "Ah!" I yelled. "Oh fuck! Oh Jesus. Ah!" My body shook as the cum shot out onto the right rear tire of the Ford. "Oh my god," I moaned as I looked down and watched the cum ooze out. I don't know how long this cum session lasted but it seemed like it would never end. My heart still raced and, when I looked back up, I saw Denis begin to cum himself, spurting his jizz out all over the back seat of Bambi's car. I laughed as Bambi made a stank face at Denis cumming all over her car (before he had even fucked her) and I pulled up my shorts, but not before scooping up some cum onto my fingers and having a taste. With my pants up, I began the long walk back to my dorm and, when I reached my room, I collapsed in my bed. There was still no sign of Rich my roommate and his bed was just as messy as it was two weeks ago. I lay in bed for I don't know how long, but I do know that I did not hear the knock on the door until all of the cum in my shorts had dried. "Come in," I said, after I heard the knock. "It's open." "It's you," I said, sitting up. "Man, I didn't think I'd be seeing you anytime soon." "I know," said Stan, shaking his head and looking down. He was wearing his swim team jacket and he looked upset. "Part of that is my fault," he said. "No," I said. "It's all mine. I was kind of a douche." "Um... yeah. No argument there." "So... you came here to tell me that I'm a douche, because... I kinda already knew that." "No," said Stan, squinting his eyes at me. "I just figured you'd be upset and might want to talk, Asa." "Upset about what?" I asked. "Asa, I know it's hard, that's why I'm here," said Stan. "You don't have to act like nothing happened." "Stan," I said, shaking my head. "I seriously have no idea what you're talking about." "You didn't hear?" asked Stan, walking closer to the bed. He shook his head in utter surprise. "Holy shit." "Hear what?" I got out of the bed and stood up. Stan was beginning to freak me out. "You didn't hear about Todd?" I swallowed. "Stan, seriously, man. What are you talking about? This really isn't cool. What the fuck is going on?" Stan looked way. He looked towards the door as if contemplating turning around and leaving the room. Stan was probably the most confident person I had ever met and the way that he was behaving convinced me that something terrible must have happened. He continued to glance at the door as if leaving might be a better idea than facing me. "Stan," I said again. "What the fuck is going on?" "The story's been all over the local news. There was an accident in town today, Asa. I can't believe you didn't hear about it. I'm sorry, man. I'm really sorry you have to hear it from me." "Hear what?" "It's... it's Todd. He's dead." 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