Date: Fri, 28 Aug 1998 19:03:54 EDT
From: TheoNorth@aol.com
Subject: LeaDR House 9

WARNING: The following is a work of fiction containing (hopefully) graphic
descriptions of sex between any number of willing men. If this sort of
material offends you, you shouldn't be reading it. If you are too young to
read this sort of material, you shouldn't be reading it. If however, you
are of age and you're sitting in your dorm room and no one else is around
and you can't figure out why you get a hard-on every time your best buddy
drops his shorts and heads to the shower...read on my friend.

This story is fictional. Any similarities between the men in this story and
the men that you know are purely coincidental, although the author wouldn't
mind hearing about them himself.

Comments may be sent to TheoNorth@aol.com

Constructive criticism will be accepted. Praise will be absorbed. Flames
will be ignored.

Now, without further ado . . .


                           LeaDR HOUSE
                          by Theo North


                            Chapter 9
                      in which David gets by
               with a little help from his friends

David sat at the desk, his mood grower darker and darker the longer he
thought. It had been another sleepless night for the freshman pledge. Last
night, in the bed above him, his Big Brother, Josh, and Josh's lover,
Randy, had spent two full hours sucking and fucking, moaning and panting,
heaving their muscular bodies together with athletic joy before falling
into a satisfied sleep curled in one another's arms. Even after they had
quieted down, David thought the room reeked from the smell of their sweat
and cum. From his "assigned" place on the floor at the foot of their bed,
David couldn't help hearing the passionate sighs, the lustful moans, the
soft squishes and rapid slaps of their lovemaking. Each sound, each scent
reminded him of a love he so desperately wanted and could never have, a
love he HAD to forget about completely, a desire which he had been trying
desperately to hide away in a little box inside himself. That box could
never be opened again, he told himself over and over. Yet each night, on
the floor at the foot of the bed, David heard the two upperclassmen making
love and their passion was like a key to that forbidden box calling to
David and begging him to open the lid, to indulge the fantasy, to accept
his Dream Lover one more time.

Standing in the hall, Josh looked into his room in LeaDR House. David was
sitting in the chair at the desk, just staring into space. He looked like
he needed a shower and his face was frozen in a vaguely contempt-filled
gaze.

David had started the semester with such promise, Josh thought: the
freshman was intelligent, athletic, he had a great sense of humor, an
outgoing personality, he was fun at parties, an excellent teammate in
intramural games and an asset to any study group. In short, he was the
perfect LeaDR. Josh figured the kid would naturally follow in his father's
footsteps and be fraternity president by his senior year. Hell, he'd
probably be one of the best presidents they'd had. "Even better than me,"
Josh had to admit.

But last week, something happened. David woke up in the middle of the night
screaming from some nightmare. He stormed out of the house after that and
disappeared for hours. Since his return, he had done little but skulk
around the house. He barely talked to anyone; he was skipping classes; he
had stopped going to work out and was missing swim practice. Josh wondered
why Coach Fulsom didn't kick him off the team.  Obviously, somebody needed
to talk to the kid. As his Big Brother and the president of the fraternity,
Josh decided he should be that someone. He took a deep breath and entered
the room.

"Hey," Josh said casually.

"Hey," David grunted back.

"What's going on, guy?"

David didn't really say anything in answer. He just curled his lip, made a
small grunting noise and shook his head back and forth.

"Come on, man, talk to me," Josh said. "You know, your dad's been calling
me everyday. He's worried about you and I really don't know what to tell
him."

At the mention of his father, David looked up at Josh. For the first time
since the conversation began, David's face showed some sort of emotion,
though Josh couldn't tell if it was interest or concern or fear or all
three. "What's going on, David? You've been acting strange ever since you
had that nightmare. What was it about, guy? You can tell me."

"No, I can't," David said, his voice cold and flat. "Go away. Just leave me
alone, OK?"

"Hey, I was just trying to help," Josh said.

"Yeah, well you're not helping," David's voice rose. "And I'll tell you
what else isn't helping: living in a house full of buttfuckers isn't
helping. Sleeping at the foot of the bed each night listening to a couple
of faggots make out isn't helping. And having a bunch of senior faggots
preaching to us about being 'real men' sure as shit isn't helping."

The words stung Josh, but he kept his cool . . . just barely. His jaw
clenched and his face turned red with anger. In a voice so quiet it was
frightening he told David, "I see. First off, I don't take that talk from
anyone and if you weren't my little brother and if you weren't so obviously
mentally fucked up, I would have beat the shit out of you already. And if
it happens again, I will.  Second, I think its time for you to get out of
my room. Tomorrow morning, when I'm a little calmer, we can discuss whether
or not you're still going to pledge LeaDR and, if so, who your new Big
Brother will be."

"You have to let me pledge. I'm a legacy," David snarled.

"Legacy isn't a golden ticket. You still have to earn the right to be a
LeaDR, and so far, you don't have what it takes. It's not going to be
pleasant to have to tell your dad that we bounced his son for being a
hateful prick, but he knows the rules and he'll understand."

Now David was the one stung by words and he didn't control his anger. He
took a swing at Josh.  His posture telegraphed the move long before he
started the swing, though, and Josh had no trouble deflecting the
freshman's fist. Then, using David's arm as a lever, Josh twisted and had
the kid on the floor eating carpet before he knew what had happened.

With his knee at the base of David's spine, one hand pinning the freshman's
arm behind his back and the other shoving his face into the floor, Josh
growled, "I told you to get out of here. Now get the fuck out before I
really hurt you."

David stumbled out the door as it slammed shut behind him.

The frustrations and fears he had been feeling for a week now could be
contained no longer. Tears were brimming in his eyes. Christ, now what was
he going to do? Nothing had turned out the way he thought it would last
summer. He was going to go to St. Winston's, just like his dad. He would
pledge Lamda Delta Rho, just like his dad. One day, he might even have been
fraternity president, just like his dad. Now, he was failing classes,
getting kicked out of the fraternity, and questioning his own motives in
trying to please his father. He loved his dad with the sort of honest
admiration and emotional bond that a son should feel for his father. To
himself, though, if to no one else, he couldn't deny a physical longing and
sexual desire for his father that a son definitely should NOT feel. And
that longing would surely destroy the emotional bond between his dad and
himself were it ever discovered. Of course, that bond was already in danger
of snapping, David thought. The current state of his academic and social
life would devastate his father.

"OOOOH FUCK!" David wailed, sitting on the steps outside his room. Then he
let loose with a great sob that shook his body as the tears began to
flow. "Fuck . . . fuck . . ." he moaned as he buried his head in his arms.

A hand softly touched his back between the shoulder blades and David sensed
more than saw someone sit on the steps beside him.

"Want to talk about it?" a voice asked softly.

David looked up to see Jeffrey, one of his fellow pledges, sitting next to
him. Jeffrey was a large man: 6'3" with a broad chest and strong
shoulders. One of his hands, large and warm, still rested lightly on
David's back and, to David, it felt as if love and strength radiated from
the touch. It was exactly the support that the confused young pledge needed
to feel at that moment and he broke into tears, wrapping his arms around
Jeffrey's thick neck and burying his face in the comforting warmth of the
big man's chest.

"Come on," Jeffrey said quietly as he lifted David to his feet and lead him
to his room.

Jeffrey's Big Brother, Matt, was lying on the bed reading when they
entered.  The idea of Matt being Jeffrey's "Big" Brother had been the
subject of a few jokes in LeaDR House. At 5'2", Matt was more than a foot
shorter than Jeffrey. His blonde hair and blue eyes were further contrasted
by the black hair and brown eyes of his little brother. And whereas Matt's
body was fairly smooth, Jeffrey's chest, arms, legs and ass were covered in
a thick carpet of soft, black hair. The two were a study in contrasts, yet
their friendship had been almost instantaneous during the rush parties and
Matt had argued eloquently on Jeffrey's behalf when the brothers were
selecting the final members of this year's pledge class. Around the house,
they were known as "Mutt and Jeff."  Rather than be insulted, the brothers
wore the nicknames with pride.

"Wha?" Matt asked as Jeffrey lead the sobbing, distraught David into the
room.

"Shhhhhhhhhh," Jeffrey quietly responded. Without saying a word, he sat
David down on the edge of one of the beds. Jeffrey then sat next to him and
held the young man until his tears ended.

"Thanks," David said in a voice barely louder than a whisper. "I . . . I
don't know what to do. Can I crash here with you guys?"

"Sure buddy," Jeffrey said instantly, than, remembering that it was
technically Matt's room, he looked at his Big Brother.

"Yeah," Matt nodded. Matt, like all the LeaDRs had been aware of the foul,
uncommunicative mood David had been in lately. Matt had seen similar
breakdowns before: he served as a student mentor at St. Winston's, acting
as a counselor and confidante for kids who felt the pressures of college
were too much. The next hours were going to be tough, Matt knew either he
and Jeffrey would help steer David back on track, or the kid would probably
drop out. The good news, as near as Matt could tell, was that David looked
ready to deal with his emotions. "You want me to go find Josh, David? Do
you want to talk with him?"

At the sound of Josh's name, David's tears began again. "Noooo," he
sobbed. "Josh hates me. He kicked me out of the room."

"What?" "Why?" Matt and Jeffrey asked in unison. That didn't sound right to
either of them. Josh was one of the most even-tempered men in the
fraternity. The idea of Josh hating anyone was absurd.

"Is this some sort of pledge-punishment thing? Why would Josh kick you
out?" Jeffrey asked.

"I . . . I said some things to him I probably shouldn't have," David said
quietly. "But, dammit, he had it coming. Him and Randy are always in there
buttfucking when I'm trying to sleep. I, mean, damn, it's my room, too. You
know? Shouldn't a guy be able to sleep without hearing a couple of fags
banging in the bed above him? I mean, a little respect would be nice, you
know?" David's voice rambled on as he tried to find some support for his
actions.

"David, did you use that attitude when you talked to Josh?" Matt asked.

"What do you mean?" David said.

"Did you call Josh and Randy fags? Did you talk about them "buttfucking"
and other crude phrases?"

David looked down. His face reddened. "Yeah," he whispered.

Matt sighed. "Well, you know, respect is a two-way street. Now, I know Josh
pretty well, and I've never known him not to be able to work out a solution
to a problem if the other party sits down and talks with him honestly and
respectfully. I think you failed on that one."

"Yeah, well .... " David muttered.

"David, I agree with you that if Josh and Randy's actions are causing you
problems or keeping you awake or whatever, than they need to show you some
consideration. And we all blow our stacks now and then and lose our
tempers. But, guy, you've been moping around here and snarling at people
for a while now. And if Josh and Randy's sexual orientation is the problem,
than I think there is a lesson you have got to learn right now."

"What? That fags are people, too? That I should "celebrate their diversity"
every time I hear them banging ass?"

"Well, I wouldn't have put it quite like that, but yes." Matt said,
evenly. "Listen, what I'm about to tell you is not only important to your
success as a LeaDR, but also to your success as a person.  Lambda Delta Rho
prides itself on turning out 'real men,' men who are prepared to be leaders
in their careers and in their communities. An important part of being a
respected and effective leader, is to respect the differences of the people
around you. If you think you're going to walk into an all-white, happy
heterosexual, homogenous world when you leave this campus, you need to wake
up real fast. The world is full of people who think differently than you
and differently than me.  Every person has their own history and their own
beliefs and their own genetic make-up that makes them special and unique
and wonderful. So, yes, celebrate their diversity, because if you can
manage to see past the things you don't understand, you'll see
commonalities you can share, and maybe even some differences that you
enjoy.

"I'm talking about more than sexuality, here, David. I'm talking about
race. I'm talking about religion. I'm talking male and female gender
differences. I'm talking about geographic differences and economic
differences. I'm talking about different tastes. Hell, Jeffrey watches the
World Wrestling Federation on TV on the weekends and for the life of me I
don't understand that, but he's still my best friend."

The three young men laughed a bit at Matt's mood-breaker.

"David, you don't have to take part in any activity that you don't find
enjoyable. You won't be forced to have sex with a man if you don't want
to. That's not the way we do things in LeaDR House. I know there's a lot of
sexual horesplay that goes on around here. Some of the guys are bi-curious,
sure. And some will never touch another cock after they graduate. And, yes,
some of them like Josh and Randy are gay. But every member of LDR is
open-minded and respectful of his brothers. That's what brotherhood is all
about. And besides, having two gay men in your room isn't going to make you
gay any more than having two Chinese foreign exchange students in your room
is going to make you Asian. Do you know what I'm trying to say, here?"

"Yeah, I guess, but . . . well. It goes deeper than that, Matt."

"How so?"

"I . . .  I can't talk about it. I'm sorry. I just can't . . . it's
wrong. I can't . . . ."

"Can I ask you something?" Jeffrey interjected.

"Depends on what you're going to ask," David said.

"Well, when the year first started, you were right there with the rest of
us sucking cock down in the initiation room and fucking around with the
other guys, and you seemed to be enjoying yourself. I mean, hell, at the
Halloween party you gave me the best blowjob I've ever had. I don't
understand why you're suddenly turning on Josh and Randy. I figured if you
weren't gay yourself, you were at least open to playing around . . . what
happened?"

"I . . . I . . ." David took a deep breath. "I fell in love, OK? Don't ask
me with who, 'cause I can't tell you."

"Does this person feel the same way about you?"

"No," David said. "I mean, he loves me but . . . just, not the way I love
him. He, um . . .  no."

"The person you're in love with is a man?" Jeffrey asked.

David hadn't meant to give that much away. "Yeah," he said.

"So . . . you're in love with a man, but he doesn't return your feelings
. . ." Jeffrey began.

"And all of this anger at Josh and Randy is because of what jealousy?" Matt
finished the thought.

David had never thought of it that way before. Hearing the words said out
loud, though, he knew they were true. He wasn't mad at Josh and Randy
. . . or at Coach Barnett and Coach Fulsom. He was jealous jealous of their
beautiful, reciprocal love. "Oh god, yes," he said quietly.

"David, I'm just speaking for myself here. So tell me to shut up if I'm off
base," said Jeffrey. "I think Josh and Randy are two of the coolest,
greatest guys I've met on this campus. But, man, here in LeaDR House they
are living in an environment that is for the most part accepting and
supportive. When they get older and leave this house, they are probably
going to face some serious shit out there in the world. There are a lot of
hate-filled people out there. The last thing Josh and Randy need the last
thing anybody needs is hatred from the very people who should understand
and support them.

"The way I see it, love is the most important, most valuable and rarest
commodity on this Earth.  Anyone who has ever fallen in love with someone
who doesn't return those feelings regardless of gender should celebrate the
love of two wonderful people who somehow overcame the odds and found each
other regardless of gender. Or at least that's what I think."

The room was silent for a little while as the three men all thought about
what Jeffrey had just said.

"You're right," David finally said. "I need to go apologize."

"One other thing," Jeffrey continued. "Have you talked to this guy you're
in love with and told him how you feel?"

"God no!" David blurted out.

"Well, you know, that other person may feel the same about you, but maybe
he's afraid to tell you. Like I said, love is rare. It would be a shame to
miss it just because you didn't have the guts to say something," the big
freshman said.

David seemed to think about that for a moment, then shook his head. "I've
got to go talk to Josh.  Thanks you guys. Thanks a lot," David said,
walking out the door.

"That was really great what you said to him," Matt said to Jeffrey after
David left the room. "You helped him a lot. He just might come out of this
whole mess OK."

Jeffrey shook his head a bit and blushed. "Aaaaaaw . . ."

"No, serious. You should consider becoming a student mentor. You're really
smart and understanding. You seem to know just what to say and how to say
it," Matt continued.

"Thanks," Jeffrey said.

"You're welcome." There was a silent pause as the two young men sat looking
at one another.  "Umm, Jeffrey?"

"Yeah?"

"You know, we've only known each other, what, a couple of months, now? And,
already, you're my best friend in the world. I'd never do anything to hurt
you or our friendship."

"I know that," Jeffrey said. "I feel the same about you."

"But, well, after what you said to David . . . ummm . . . about love being
so rare and about missed opportunities and not having the guuts to speak
. . ."

"Yeah?"

"Well," said Matt. "I've got to tell you, umm, oh god . . ." Matt took a
deep breath. "I love you, Jeffrey."

Matt watched as the giant freshman pledge got up and crossed the
room. Slowly, Jeffrey walked over to stand beside the bed where Matt
sat. Lowering himself to his knees on the carpet, Jeffrey grabbed the back
of Matt's neck and pulled the senior's face close to his own. "I love you,
too," he whispered before covering Matt's mouth in a passionate kiss.

The two men drove their tongues together hard and hungry. The passion they
had both been feeling for two months spilled forth. Their tongues battled
one another. Their hard mouths ground together. Razor stubble burned
against each of their faces, but instead of causing pain, the sensation
only heightened their lust.

Four strong hands explored blindly, frantically, and yet, with knowing
intent. Rubbing against hard pectoral muscles; squeezing firm, round
glutes; teasing nipples; running up the inside of hairy thighs; caressing
cum-heavy ballsacks; stroking throbbing cocks their hands were everywhere
at once.

Whenever they broke the kiss to come up for air, the two young men would
moan in unison.  Then, they would break out in whispered exclamations: "You
are so sexy!" "I've wanted you so long!" "I never thought . . ." "Me
either!"

"Fuck me, Jeffrey! Now, please! We can go slow later. Right now I need you
inside me. I need to feel you in me, Jeffrey. Please!"

Jeffrey felt the same heat as Matt. He, too, realized that the two men
would have lots of time quite possibly all their lives to make slow,
patient love. Right now, he needed to feel the heat and excitement of their
sweaty union as bad as Matt.

He lifted his Big Brother's ankles into the air and Matt wrapped them
around the burly freshman's thick neck. Jeffrey leaned forward to kiss the
hunky little senior, bending him double. Matt felt Jeffrey's hard cock
resting against his ass. He arched his back and ground his smooth chest
against the soft, thick hair that covered Jeffrey's torso. He moaned loudly
into Jeffrey's throat as the two locked lips once more.

"Do it. Now. Please!" Matt begged.

And Jeffrey did. Both young men moaned as the thick, hairy cock slid deep
into Matt's ass. It was so good so good for both of them. Jeffrey's cock so
thick and hard, stretching Matt's ass wider than the senior had ever been
opened before, touching places deep inside him nothing had ever
touched. Matt's ass so tight and firm, hugging the big freshman meat like a
small, velvet glove, sending volts of pleasure up that thick shaft and
straight to the pleasure receptors in Jeffrey's mind.

Sanity left the two LeaDR's almost simultaneously. Even before Matt could
finish screaming "FUCK ME HARD," Jeffrey was already doing it. His hips
slammed into his little Big Brother, slamming the senior's ass across the
bed until Matt was pinned to the wall. And still Jeffrey's cock drove on,
slamming in and out of the tight frat hole. The bed squeaked beneath. The
walls shook behind them. Together, the brothers moaned and grunted as their
passion built.

Matt grabbed one of the freshman's meaty nipples and twisted hard. Jeffrey
screamed. His hips slammed harder. Matt screamed.

"FUCK!"

"SHIT!"

"GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING HOLY SHIT!"

"YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"AAAAAAAUUUUGGGHHHHHH MOTHERFUCKING SHIT GODDAMN
SONOFABITCHMOTHERFUCKINGFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK . . .
YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHH
HHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"YES YES YES FILL MY FUCKING ASS WITH YOUR CUM, STUD. YES, YES OOOOOH FUCK
YES GONNA CUM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOUUGH FUCK YES CUMMING
OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH"

'DO IT OH GOD DO IT YES YES I LOVE YOU MATT OH FUCK I LOVE YOU"

"I LOVE YOU TOO YOU BIG HARD MOTHERFUCKER. YES. YES. OH GOD I LOVE YOU
TOO."

And then they collapsed. Their heaving, drained bodies resting together on
the tiny, sweat-and- cum-soaked bed. Carressing each other's hair, each
other's muscles, each other's flesh, they continued to whisper their
undying love. It was the beginning of a long night . . . and of a longer
relationship.

                               ****

David knocked on the closed door of Josh's room.

"Yo! Who is it?"

"Josh? It's me, David. Can I come in?"

There was no answer, only silence.

I need to talk to you. Please?"

Finally, the door opened. Josh tried to look "hard ass" as he stared at the
freshman pledge, but David could see the red rims of Josh's eyes and knew
that the president had been crying. David could see that he had seriously
hurt Josh's feelings, and he felt like shit for having done it.

Looking into the room, David could see that Randy was also there. From the
look on Randy's face, the sophomore knew about David's earlier comments to
Josh. And Randy's "hard ass" look wasn't put on. Their were no puffy eyes
on the angry young man. If Josh hadn't been there, David was sure that
Randy would have kicked his ass.

"I'm sorry," David blurted out. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier to you
. . . for the names that I called you and Randy. I'm sorry for the way that
I've behaved the last week. I'm sorry that you've had to cover my ass to my
dad, and I thank you for doing that."

Having rambled out his apology, David looked at Josh and Randy, waiting for
them to respond.

"You really hurt me today. I liked you, you know. I thought you were a
friend," Josh said.

"I know. I was an asshole. I'm sorry. I'd like to be your friend again. I'd
like to be your little brother again, too."

"We'll see. You ready to talk about it? You gonna tell me why you've been
such an ass lately?"

"I'll tell you some of it," David said. "Some of it I can't talk about with
anyone and you'll just have to accept that. But at least now I know why I
was so mean to you, and I can tell you that."

So David told Josh and Randy about his conversation in Matt's room. He told
them about his falling in love with someone who couldn't love him back. (He
didn't tell them his father was the object of his love.) He told them about
the jealousy he felt when he saw or heard the two of them together.

"But, I've realized that you guys weren't the problem. I was taking it out
on you because I can't have something I want so bad. I want a love like the
one you two share, but I can't have that . . .  at least, not with him. I'm
not saying it excuses my behavior, but I hope you can understand that every
time I saw you guys together, I was reminded of what will never be for me,
and I couldn't stand that.

I want you both to know, though, that I was proud to consider you my
friends, and Josh, I was very proud to have you as my Big Brother. I've
learned a lot, today, and I'm a better person, I think, than I was this
morning. I just hope that the damage I've done in the past week can be
repaired. I still want to be able to call you my friends. I still want to
be a LeaDR, Josh, and I still want you as my Big Brother, if you'll have
me," David said.

Josh pulled David into a deep hug. "Welcome back."

"Thank you," David responded, hugging just as tightly. As he held Josh in
his arms, David felt Randy's muscular biceps encircling him from
behind. The three men stood together, holding each other tight, bound
together by their love, their friendship, and their brotherhood.

                               ****

There's more fratboy action to come in LeaDR House Chapter 10!
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