Date: Tue, 27 Apr 2021 13:43:27 -0400
From: Xhaiden Angel <xangel.author@gmail.com>
Subject: Little Stevie Part 3

After the frat party, invitations for Stevie to show were a regular
thing. Some were even asking for him to show up well into the fall of the
next year. I can't say I didn't stir this pot because I did. I suggested he
come to the Christmas Fling, to the New Years bash, to the Spring Ball
(hehe) and to the Valentine's party. I even told the brothers to invite him
to the St. Patty's bar crawl. As you might have guessed by now, I'm a
brother in the frat. As you also might have guessed, Stevie isn't.

What I'm betting you're wondering is why somebody like Little Stevie gets
all this attention and all this money. I mean, dick is dick, right? It's
because of a lot of things. When he walks around campus in those sprayed-on
jeans and tight shirts, he does it with a swagger. It's more than just
cockiness, though. He's downright nice about it, if you can believe
that. He smiles at the gay dudes leering at him. He nods to the girls
biting their lips and pushing their tits out when he passes. He even throws
the jocks and preppies a few nods and smiles.

You just can't help but like him, no matter where your sexuality stick
swings.

So, Christmas, Little Stevie showed up in a full Santa suit including the
belt and boots, gloves, beard, and hat. This time, it took fifty bucks to
get just the gloves off. One hundred got the boots off (which he put back
on, later!). Two hundred got the jacket and beard off. The pants came off
at just over three hundred. Underneath, this bastard was decked out in a
pair of red sequined briefs and a wide leather belt with a huge gold
buckle. This was when he put the fur-trimmed boots back on, by the way.

This time out, the frat brothers had prepped for this. They had a cool six
hundred bucks laid out for the Vice President to get his ass plowed on the
living room coffee table while just the officers stood around to
watch. This was cool with the rest of the frat because they were mostly
straight. The few who were bi didn't raise a stink, even if they stared
daggers at the VP.

Like any of the other parties, Phillip just hung back and watched. Remember
how I told you I took care of Phillip? Well, it was after the Christmas
party and the fisting of the VP (yes, that's what we called Big Stevie --
the Fist!), I found Phillip on campus.

With visions of Stevie dancing in his head, our mascot wandered from class
to class and I caught up with him outside Biology. I stopped him from going
in just long enough to ask what his situation was, why he was always
hanging back. Most of all, I wanted to know why he never bid on Stevie.

"I'm not like the rest of you guys," he said. "I don't have money to blow
on that kind of thing. I have to watch every penny. Hell, I'm even here on
gymnastics scholarship, which is why I wear that goofy mascot costume."

"It's obvious you want him, though, man."

"Shit. I've never wanted a guy before. I've been good with girls...but
fuck. That build makes me nuts! Hell, he's six and a half inches shorter
than me but I'd love to look down and see him plowing my ass. I don't know
what the fuck's gotten into me!"

"No shame in liking dudes."

"That's just it. I don't like dudes. I like that dude. I want him inside me
like nothing else and it fucks with my head. I'm not running down bi guys
or gay dudes, it's just never been for me, you know? Now, this compact
little fucker comes along and all I can think of is riding him until he
breeds me!"

"Talk to him. Maybe he'll do something for you."

Phillip glared at me. "I don't need a pity fuck, man."

"That wasn't what I meant. Maybe you could work out a price for what you
want and you could, you know, work out a way to pay him."

"Maybe," Phillip said.

I could see the wheels turning. I left with a "maybe" but I thought Phillip
would do what it took to get what he wanted. I knew this because of what I
knew about him. I'll tell you that part a little later.

New Years was a pretty hot event, mostly because we all came back with
Christmas money burning holes in our pockets.

At the party, wouldn't you know it, Stevie showed up wearing a huge tent of
a thing and carrying a scythe. He wore the beard from his Santa outfit and
the sandals from his Zeus costume. This party was a little different,
though, because the guys there had brought plus-ones. These were friends of
theirs, some from back home where they lived. For whatever reason, the
desperation to get fucked wasn't as high as it normally was. That didn't
stop the usual progression of events, though.

The bidding started right after the girls left, around two in the
morning. A total of six hundred dollars got rid of the robe, the beard, and
the sandals. Under it all, Stevie wore a bright white jockstrap and a sash
with the new year on it. He was creative, you have to give him that!

An additional three hundred got three lucky guys full-on blowjobs from
Stevie, including two facials and a throat-blaster. We left the party
around five in the morning with a total of twelve hundred dollars. We also
left with a feeling that we'd exhausted this schtick, you know?

The private Valentine's Day party was held at a rural house, way out from
the campus. The usual suspect from the frat house came but so did a lot of
new faces. A guy named Brett wore a cowboy hat and a grin as wide as the
driveway. He brought a guy with him who seemed shy and a little
reserved. Turns out he was Brett's brother, younger by three years, but
just turned eighteen. His name was Roy. Both boys were dark-haired,
fair-skinned, and funny as hell. When you got him to open up, Roy was
quick-witted and liked to tease. Cock-tease. His jeans left nothing to the
imagination and he knew it.

There were other guys there we'd never seen before but after the sun went
down and the fire pit got going, everybody was chill with each other. This
party was more of a barbecue, even if there was still snow on the
ground. The grill was fired up at five and didn't stop until half passed
nine. We all ate and drank and had a fucking good time -- just us boys.

"You ever get tired of being a whore?"

The question came from one of the new guys and it was directed at
Stevie. Sitting in one of the chairs around the fire pit, Stevie didn't
seem to hear him, at first. When the guy started to repeat the question,
though, Stevie held up a hand and stopped him.

"First off, if that's what you think's going on, then you're dead
wrong. See, I was invited to this party because of what I do. You came
because there was free food and beer. Don't get your jock in a twist,
buddy. You don't want to see the afterparty, you can leave before it
starts."

Stevie had had a little to drink so he got things a little backwards. The
new guy laughed and called him a whore again but it didn't phase Stevie. He
just grabbed his thick crotch and rubbed until his dick was straining the
denim.

"You wanna little taste? You got five bucks, I'll let you touch it."

The new guy, a farmer's son named Charlie, rummaged five bucks out of his
pockets, handed it over to me, then went over to stand next to Stevie's
chair. He hesitated. For a while, we all thought he'd changed his mind. The
fire cracked and popped. Snow around us melted in places and we could hear
the water running. Charlie got down on his knees in front of Stevie's
chair, his back to us all. Then, something happened that none of us
expected.

Stevie took the boy's face in both hands and brought their lips together
like the cowboys in Brokeback! That kiss was so passionate and full of
emotion that all fifteen of us other dudes felt a little envious. While
they kissed, Stevie unbuttoned Charlie's shirt and eased it off his
shoulders. He then laid back in the chair and let Charlie unbutton his
pants.

"I ain't never done this," the boy said, shaking his head.

"I'll talk you through it," Stevie told him. "Ease back the skin."

None of us knew where we wanted to be! It was hot watching this new boy
experience Stevie from the back, watching Stevie's expression. It was
hotter watching from behind Stevie as Charlie ran his hands through the
thick hair on Stevie's body. Most of us just shifted perspectives as the
events unfolded. They fondled one another for a good half hour, fingers
raking through thick hair and gliding over smooth skin. Stevie was
downright romantic with this butch little redneck. As snow started falling,
Charlie got brave and licked at the head of Stevie's uncut dick.

"At a boy," Stevie said with a smile. "Lick around there. Just like
that. Oh, yeah, cocksucker."

This caused Charlie to stop.

"Ain't nothing wrong with owning what you are. Put your mouth back on my
dick. Cocksucker."

It took some coaxing this time. Turns out Charlie had never faced what he
was before Stevie made him and it stung a little. All around the two of
them, though, the brothers and the partygoers started a low, quiet little
chant of, "Suck it, cocksucker, suck that dick. Suck it, cocksucker, suck
that dick!" Not long after, Charlie was getting four good inches in his
throat each time he went down.

"Jesus," one of the brothers said to me. "It gets hotter every time I see
it."

"Is it always like this?" Roy asked, looking around at the guys now
standing closer to each other. "I mean, them doing it out in the open like
this."

"Hell, little bro, why do you think I brought you? You said you were into
dudes, right? Well, here, you can take your pick and nobody's gonna care."

"My mom'll beat the shit out of me if I mention being gay," Roy explained
to us. "I gotta keep it to myself and my magazine collection."

"Magazines?" One of the brothers asked. "Old-school jerking, huh, buddy?"

Before he could answer, Stevie snapped his fingers at Roy. "Get on over
here. Help out Charlie."

You didn't have to ask him twice. Ol' Roy scrambled over and dropped to his
knees. Before he started, though, Stevie gave him the same kind of kiss,
then insisted he and Charlie do the same. Their kiss was awkward and
stumbling. Mostly because they both wanted to get to cocksucking. They did,
too! Roy's mouth moved up while Charlie's moved down. They took turns at
the head, both of them playing with thick foreskin beforehand.

Stevie guided their heads, directing Roy to his balls, which were smooth as
glass. The kid was eager to please and when Stevie scooted to the edge of
his chair to push down his pants, Roy dove in! Charlie and Stevie made out
while Roy licked and sucked balls. The boys made a ring around the fire pit
and the three horny fucks. This kept a lot of the heat in and allowed Roy
to shuck his shirt. Stevie touched and rubbed his smooth shoulders, down to
the middle of his back. Charlie rubbed and hugged on him, too. It was a
beautiful thing to see, I'm telling you.

"Which one of you is getting' fucked?" Stevie asked, scooting to the edge
of the chair. "Cuz I'm hard as fuck and I need some ass like you boys need
some cock."

Charlie stood up. Roy unbuttoned his pants. Charlie shoved them down around
his ankles and bent forward. One knee went on either side of Stevie's
little body and he leaned back so that slab of dick slid in between his
cheeks. Roy knelt down and started licking. Charlie and Stevie started
making out again. Beside me, Brett's breathing got more than a little fast.

"Yeah, man..."

Stevie smiled up at Charlie, who sounded drunk. See, two thick fingers just
slid up into the boy's asshole. Alongside Roy's working tongue, they had
Charlie ready for cock in no time. Charlie leaned in, pushing his chest
against Stevie's while Roy slid the head into his asshole. God, it was hot
to watch. Then, before Stevie could get all the way in, Roy ripped open his
pants and touched the head of his own dick to Charlie's furry ass.

"I don't think he's ready for that," Stevie said.

"Yeah I am," Charlie sighed. "Fuck, am I ready! Both of you motherfuckers
get in my ass! Fuck me stupid with your big cocks!"

Roy got in before Stevie did. The brothers and me, we watched like stupid
goobers! Roy started fucking while Stevie was just getting half-way
in. Charlie moaned and clutched at Stevie. He twisted his body to one side,
then back to the other as the thick meat slid into him. Roy started a
rhythm and Stevie matched it. We all watched as Charlie got his ass fucked
hard and fast by those boys.

"Jesus," Brett sighed.

On my other side, Phillip did the same.

Charlie broke out in a sweat as Roy put a foot on the chair and doubled his
speed and depth. That little fucker might have been one of the most eager
little beavers I'd ever seen! He gave Charlie's ass a good, long, deep fuck
while Stevie seemed to be there just to keep Charlie's ass open. There was
a lot of grinding of bodies, even more kissing, and a few pleas for Roy to
slow down.

"Go easy, okay?" Charlie asked between kisses. "You're both pretty fucking
big."

Stevie was okay with being the passive one. Roy was more than okay being
the more aggressive one. Charlie begged them both to fill him full but only
to take their time. We all watched as Stevie wrapped his arms around
Charlie and held him in a tight embrace. Roy fucked. Roy fucked like a
rabbit on speed! It wasn't long before he was cumming so hard that Charlie
was gasping. It was hot as fuck to watch this sweet kid plowing this newbie
redneck while Stevie laid back and enjoyed them both.

Beside me, I felt Brett's hard-on rub against my hip.

Stevie held off this time. After Roy filled Charlie's ass, the redneck
eased up off the thickness that was Stevie. Cum ran down his thighs, thick
and fresh. Roy staggered back, his cock spent but still half-way hard. The
brothers cheered him on and he grinned at them.

"Jesus, man, I gotta get out of here," Brett panted. "Seeing my little
brother fuck a dude, I'm not sure I was ever ready for that."

I laughed. What else could I do?

Charlie had some help from the brothers disengaging from Stevie's cock and
getting to his feet. Remember, he still had his pants around his
ankles. Once he was standing, he managed to get his pants halfway up but
one of the brothers told him he could use the shower in the house before
getting cum and more cum on himself. He obliged and they walked him inside.

"So, Stevie," one of the other brothers said with a salacious grin. "How
much to clean you up?"

"Give what you got to my man and get to it, stud."

I think I got around fifty from the different guys and they all took turns
licking or sucking some part of Little Stevie's hairy body. It was too cold
to do much else outside but most of them didn't want to come in, just
yet. Me and a few of the other guys stood around talking for a few minutes
before we decided to head in, too. I figured Stevie would head in when the
boys got finished with him.

Once we got inside, we all got some more food, some more beer, and went
into the living room to kick back and watch television. After a while, I
needed to use the bathroom so I got up and headed down the hall. As I got
nearer to it, I heard some noises coming from the bedroom. I eased up on
the footsteps and got right up to the door, which was cracked, not closed.

I looked in and could not fucking believe what I saw! You're not going to
believe it, either!

* Part 3 -- End *