Kappa Kappa Cocksucker

Chapter 6: Dante's Got an Idea

There were a lot of ways in which I was still on Cloud 9. I was getting three big black dicks several times a week, and by the end of the third week of classes we'd all settled into a regular cum-dumping pattern. Them in my mouth and mostly deep down my throat pumping directly into my stomach, and me two or three times a day all down my left leg, sometimes the early pops getting to my toes (I'd never cum so hard so regularly in my life). Dante's pattern was every day at least once (it's how he spent most of his lunch breaks) and usually twice at some other point; Darnell late at night before he went to bed always, and often enough during a class break in the daytimes. Mr. J. proved to be the hardest face fucker of the three of them, pretty quickly warming up to a pattern of sweet talk when we met ("How's my favorite little cum-hungry baby bitch?" and a big sincere hard hug when he greeted me) which morphed into "Get ready to get paid with this big nut faggit! I know you want that shit... oh hellyeah, take it take it... Rrrrrnnnnnggggghhhh...ughh..ughhh...yeahhhhhhhh. Just keep it in yo' mouth `fo a minute while my little man relaxes up in there..." when I sucked his dick. He ended his blow jobs pretty often in the same way. He'd relax his tight grip on the sides of my head though never releasing me completely, take a deep long breath, and dropping one hand he'd say "You think you got all that nut outta my dicktube baby? Can't be having my wife find pecker tracks on my draws." I hard swallow a couple times to be sure, and then back off enough to run my thumb along the bottom of his dick with the head in my mouth. Sometimes I'd get more dicksnot, but not often. After that move he help me raise up in front of him by pulling up on my head with the one hand that never left my head while I rose, and then with both arms around me embrace me in a bear hug. All of that afterwards reward gave me real affection for him, but the kicker was his grin and pressing his lips against my forehead with a kiss that lingered. "Thanks, baby," was how it ended as we broke contact. Stepping in and out of these different postures `you a faggot cocksucker meant to service the black man's dick / do what I tell you / and it better fuckin' be good' and the `that was soooo good baby, thank you. You the bomb!" was making me hot erotically, and the affections and appreciation was making me emotionally giddy. I was amazed how happy I was becoming. I was also amazed at how the feelings I was experiencing, both erotic and emotional, were obliterating any of the bullshit shaming wounds society, and especially Midwestern Indiana values (FUCK PENCE) worked so hard to make believable and operational.

In most ways Dante continued to be my favorite. He took the most time, he talked the most and the best trash (that sweet combo of rough and tender) and he spent the most time actually making eye contact and having real conversation with me. And I think both his appreciation, and his not seeming to have the impression that there was anything wrong with being a cockhungry faggot, were behind my liking him most. He was the most handsome by most accounts, though as a pretty boy I always was drawn to the physically beautiful and masculine over classical male beauty. Still true for me; butch trumps pretty.

Dante warned me as week 4 was coming upon us he was going to have to re-work our meeting schedule because he'd just become the President of the Kappa Kappa pledge class and was going to make evening suck offs harder to manage. He said lunch breaks were still going to be good and that he was working on the challenge to getting his cock sucked in the evenings. "You know you done spoiled your favorite dick, right baby? My nuts start buggin' if they don't get to dump twice a day down yo' awesome pussythroat," he said. He laughed as he took note of my reaction to that. "Look at you, baby. You grinnin' like a Cheshire Cat `cuz yo man likes having his dick down yo' throat?" My grin remained wide. "S'all right sweet lips. If I was a fag and had as much access to this good dick as you getting' I'd be fucking happy too," and tousled my hair.

It wasn't long til the truth of what he said started getting in the way of my getting double loads a day from Dante and Darnell (pledging the same fraternity), and truth be told I was pretty unhappy about it. Bordering on the cranky, in fact. Plus I began to get complaints from my regular group of friends about the mystery of my frequent and extended disappearances, especially immediately on the heels of a phone call at all hours of the day or night. Ultimately I made up a lie about having an affair with a professor's wife, and it had the humorous effect of branding me some budding stud with women while in fact I was downing huge gobs of black man nut from my knees.

Dante was true to his word about trying to work out a way for he and Darnell not to miss out on any evening nut dumps. Aside from the demanding (and often enough, silly and demeaning) bullshit pledges go through to secure a spot in a brotherhood, Dante as President of the Pledge Class and Darnell as VP had additional duties as officers. They had to help lagging pledges succeed, scholastically and socially, in the fraternity pledge class. The Pledge Class was also obliged at the time of becoming full members to come up with a gift from the pledge class that improved life in the Kappa Kappa house for the brothers. Pledge classes that succeeded extra brilliantly became legends in the house folklore, guaranteeing extra regard and an impressed brotherhood for the entire run of their college fraternity years.

Darnell and Dante had a third officer in the pledge class, the Morale Officer, and together they shared the ultimate responsibility for all of the pledges succeeding. I first heard Dante and Darnell speaking of him one of those times Dante arrived in the Janitor's closet just about the same time Darnell was having me soak his dick deepthroat while he relaxed on the cot. None of us scrambled as the door unlocked, Dante was expected and when he walked in and found me face down in Darnell's crotch while Darnel caught his breath with his dick `soaking in my throat pussy,' his regular afterglow expectation. I wouldn't know for a couple more weeks Dante's beginning to notice the bubble rise of my ass and beginning to think about it. As far as I knew, Dante and Darnell only used fags for face pussy, and I had the impression they thought ass fucking was crossing a line straight dudes wouldn't cross. At least they wouldn't.

"Now that's how a black man ought to roll," Dante announced himself. "That shit looks gooood. You bust yo' nut yet my brutha?" he went on.

"Yeah, my brutha, bitch was on point today. Gotta improve the ho's timing though for the 10-minute blow job. Always going after the nut too soon," Darnell laughed, smacking me playfully on the head. "But a cum-hungry bitch ain't all bad."

"I heard that, man! How long you gonna let yo' meat soak D-man? I got like 30 minutes to my next class," asked Dante.

"I'm good, yo'," Darnell replied, then smacked me harder on my head than before and used a grip on my hair to pull me off his dick. "You heard the man," he instructed, "go do yo' damn job on that brutha's dick."

"Aaaaaiiight, thasss what I am talking about," responded Dante, unbuckling his pants and heading for the desk next to the cot. When he got there he turned to lean against it and shucked his pants and drawers all the way down to the top of his shoes. I got in position in front of him, mesmerized by the climbing black dick dangling in front of me with that ever-present drop of dick drool bubble nestled in the cleft of his dick head, waiting for me to claim it as always. I'd begun to think of it as mine. I always wanted to rush the getting it, but both Dante and Darnell were trying to make me honor the dick slowly, make the ride last longer. "Yo' ass got to slow down, bitch. You gotta show some lovin' on my shit, take yo' fuckin' time and let me enjoy that shit," was a complaint and instruction I heard more than once. So I stifled my jump/hunger response and instead let the dick land lengthways across my left cheek while I took my lips to the space at the bottom of the dick on the underneath, above Dante's balls. I started kissing and tonguing, and loving the smells of this man's junk. The dick continued to rise and I realized that awesome drop of nut pre-cum usually waiting for me this time actually got caught up in my hair. I'd been thinking anyway how much of the time I got what I wanted while the deal was supposed to be me servicing them for what they wanted. I figured I owed them some effort in that direction.

"Thass a good bitch, baby," Dante cooed. "You take yo' time and make a brutha chill with getting his dick sucked right. I'll let yo' ass know when it's time to make that dick spit at ya'." Wow, restraint actually bugged me but I could assign those feelings to my commitment to keep Dante and Darnell happy.

I continued on sucks and licks around the base of the dick and the lower parts of the shaft, and little nips on Dante's balls while he sat learning against the deck with his arms crossed, paying absolutely no attention to me. Man, I did not like that. Dante usually watched everything I did, used his hands on my head, gave me directions, compliments and encouragement, and I truly loved that. I missed it, but Dante and Darnell started a conversation and none of my moves on Dante's dick—and I was shoving my best at him with all kinds of mixes of moves on his fat hard cock—seemed to bring me into his consciousness while he talked with Darnell.

Darnell laid there on the cot, chilling, with his pants down to his ankles and letting his dick air dry. I marveled at how sophisticatedly and beyond-their-years they seemed to be about sex, relaxing and hanging out together while they got serviced.

Dante spoke first. "Yo, D-Man, can you believe Marcus last night?"

"I almost didn't," responded Darnell. "But his ass is so country it's prolly true."

"Nineteen fuckin' years old and ain't had no pussy, not even gotten his dick sucked neither," Dante went on, arms crossed, dick balls deep down his personal cocksucker's throat and paying no attention to it at the same time. "Ain't that some shit?"

"Yeah, that is some bullshit aiight," said Darnell. "You know that dude's daddy is a preacher, right? That's gotta have something to do with it. Still I wouldn't told no buncha bruthas in a truth or dare game my ass was a virgin."

"Fo' sho', but our people was church people too and we started getting our dicks wet when was 15 fuckin' years old," countered Dante. "Anyway, I got an idea," he continued, "I say we put this here primo cocksucker on the job," at the same time uncrossing his arms and putting one of his hands on the back of my head, deciding to make me take him deep and hang out there. I knew Dante liked having his dick balls deep for really long periods of time because I could breathe around it. He said he never got that anywhere before. And of course, his liking it made me proud.

"How you figure on getting a preacher's kid to let a fag suck his dick?" challenged Darnell, adjusting his position on the cot to his side with his hand supporting his head, staring straight at the two of us.

"Same way my Daddy introduced us to it," said Dante, with a sparkle in his eye that I didn't get to enjoy because I was nose-crushed in Dante's pubes practicing gentle little swallows on Dante's fat hard nine.

"Damn yo! I fo'got about that shit. You may be right," Darnell said. "Plus his ass got to be in charge of pledge morale and how that gonna be any good with a nigga that ain't never had his dick sucked or fucked a bitch."

"Exactly," agreed Dante, who'd now decided to push my face back a bit and start that grind and roll fuck he liked so much, tightening his grip by using both hands now.

"Plus," Dante went on, "I think I gotta hella good idea for the pledge class gift," the impishness in his voice audible.

"Aw, fuck man!" Darnell said as he popped up from laying down, "you fo' real about that?"

"I sure as fuck am," said Darnell, now twisting my head in his hands for the sensation of my throat moving around on his dick at the same time he was grinding around in different directions. "What you think my man?"

"Hellyeah, muthafucka, I AM IN. I sure as fuck am IN!" Darnell shouted, matching his enthusiasm with an extended arm palm out to Dante that got not one but two hand smacks between them.

"Amen my brutha," smiled Dante, a grin in his voice. "We'll start that shit tonight after the pledge meeting."

"True dat!" Darnell chimed in. "This shit gonna be THE BOMB," he said, finishing tucking away his junk and closing up his pants. "I'm outta here. You have a good nut, my brutha," he said over his shoulder as he exited.

I knew whatever this was about involved me and I was desperate to find out. My mind was racing when Dante's smack hit me pretty hard and snapped me back to paying attention. "Yo' mind ain't never supposed to wander when you got a brutha's dick in yo' mouth. Do yo' job, and keep that shit on point," he instructed me. "Yo' ass don't gotta worry about what's going on, I got this shit covered. Now, we got five minutes so you best start drilling for oil, bitch. I ain't even near nuttin'."

Of course I did what he wanted and I swear his bust was more load than usual. I knew from my own jacking off that higher levels of being turned on escalated the amount of nut a man will shoot out. Whatever the idea was that Dante was working out made his shoot an extra big load.

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