Sharing the Frat Brother
			       Bryan Daniels

    I'm grateful to have been in college in the 1950s before political
correctness and sexual harassment became campus buzzwords.  Take
fraternities for example.  Two of their main purposes were sex and
drinking and no one thought twice about doing either.  At Kansas State
fucking was a standard requirement for pledges.  On hell night I got
gang-banged by 6 frat brothers and for the remainder of the year I was
expected to put out whenever the a fraternity brother needed servicing.
    After my freshman year I got to be the predator rather than the prey
and I got to be more of a predator than most.  God blessed me with just
under ten inches of thick mancock and the other brothers loved watching
the pledges squirm as I fully packed their asses.  I figure that during
my sophomore, junior and senior years I took the virginity of more
pledges than any other Rho Phi member and I never felt remotely guilty
about it.
    At Rho Phi no one was ever forced to do anything they didn't want
to do (all they had to do was drop out of the frat) and the truth is the
sex was a liberating experience for most of the guys.  Most guys at
Kansas State come from small towns like Garden City or Oakley where they
couldn't even sneeze without their parents finding out about it.  They
were almost all virgins because they'd been too scared back home to try
anything.  After we'd fucked them they had an additional choice they
previously didn't dare try.
    Not that I'm claiming that my intentions were somehow unselfish or
honorable--I just wanted to get laid.  I made the most of hell week and
then kept my assigned "little brother" busy servicing my meat throughout
the year.  In addition I was occasionally asked to exact some
'punishment' on various pledges who were cocky or disobedient.  But best
of all in both my sophomore and junior years the frat president's were
closet queers.  They wouldn't admit that they liked watching guy-sex so
they'd ask me to come to their rooms periodically and sodomize their
"little brothers" while they watched.  Since the frat president always
gets the first pick of the little brothers both guys chose gorgeous boys
who had tight buttholes that I helped loosen.
    Senior year should have been the best.  We had a bumper crop of
stunning young boys.  The first night of rush I got three of them drunk,
took them to my room and spent the night wearing my jaw out giving
head.  During hell week I dropped more loads than I thought possible
(the testicles were working overtime).  After hell week ended I knew who
I wanted as my "little brother".  Brett Sanders was one of the tastiest
pieces of boy flesh to ever set foot in Rho Phi.  He's a shy,
blond-haired farm kid from Goodland, Kansas who had a dazzling smile and
a perfect butt.  The first night we stripped the pledges down Brett got
a hard-on looking at the other guys--this kid wouldn't need any coaxing
during the year to surrender his treasures to a persistent "big
brother."  I didn't get to bust his cherry; the frat president, Scott
Haley, got that pleasure.  But even when I got sloppy seconds it still
felt fantastic.
    "Scott I want Brett Sanders as my little brother."
    "No fucking way.  I'm taking Sanders and you can forget even
touching him all year."
    "Scott what is your problem?"
    "You are.  College has been just one long orgasm for you and it's
about time someone knocked you down a few pegs."
    "I have no idea what you're talking about."
    "Ever since your freshman year you've been the belle of the ball
here because of your big dick.  You got to pop most of the pledge's
cherrys, you got to boff other guys little brothers, all because you've
got a big cock.  Well my friend for the first time someone is telling
your hard-on to get lost--Sanders is mine."
    "Scott if I didn't know better I'd say you're jealous."
    "We'll see who's jealous every night when I take Sanders into my
room and plug him and you can only dream about him."
    Scott Haley is the definition of arrogance and he's also a solid
gold liar.  I at least admit my sexuality--Scott's as queer as I am but
still has to put on the show of having a girlfriend and all.  He's got
some definite assets, like he's smart and he's a great baseball player,
and he's good-looking, but he's still a prick and it was grating on me
that he of all people would be spend the year fucking my dream guy.
    A week later I worked my way out onto the balcony and outside his
room.  He came in with Brett and before long he was chowing down on the
farm kids thick root.  I took a picture from the outside.  Scott saw the
flash and rushed over to the window.  I almost fell off the roof running
away but I got back to my room and locked the camera in my footlocker.
A second later Scott pounded on my door.  When I opened the door he
looked fit to kill.  "What was that all about?"
    "Kiss your image as Mr. straight guy good-bye.  I got proof of you
doing the nasty with Brett and I will make copies and distribute them."
    "And what will it cost me to get that picture.?"
    "We share Brett."   Right then Brett walked into my room. I closed
the door after him so the three of us could have some privacy.
    "Not a chance."
    "It's for the best all the way around.  It keeps that picture out of
the wrong hands.  It also allows you to do your business with Brett here
in my room.  How many nights before people are gonna start getting
suspicious of him spending time in your room.  But if you were over here
no one would see him always going in and out of your room."  Much as he
didn't want to Scott could see the logic in my offer.  Without asking
Scott I reached over and pulled Brett's robe off of him.  I knelt down
in front of him and rubbed his cock.  "What about you big guy--can you
handle servicing two guys?"
    "I'd sure like to try."  I wrapped my lips around the boys big
testicles while Scott knelt behind him and kissed his butthole.  Brett
could not looked more at home than he did being in the middle of all
this sexual attention.
    I tickled Brett's nearly hairless thighs with my finger while my
lips pulled on his thick scrotum.  Scott was prepping the blonde's ass
by finger-fucking his tight hole.  I took my time saturating his balls
with my spit.  During hell week it was always wham-bam-thank you ma'am
with no time to really savor the taste of these sweet boys.  After
bathing his nuts I licked up his shaft to his circumcision scar and the
base of his head.  I was tasting the precum on his piss slit when he
grabbed my head in his hand and pushed his cock down my throat.  I had
barely deep throated his thick porker when Scott whacked his butt
leaving a stinging red hand print on Brett's cheek.
    "Enough of foreplay, let's fuck."  Scott pushed Brett onto all fours
on the bed.  As Scott pushed his cock into Brett's face he warned him
"Babe the only lube I'm using tonight is what comes out of your mouth so
you better get that fucker soaking if you want to walk right tomorrow."
Brett looked nervous and with good reason.  Scott isn't as well-endowed
as I am but he's still got a good hunk of meat as well as a mean streak
that could cause some serious ass pain.
    Brett did his best to get Scott well spit-lubed while I licked out
the boys soon to be violated hole.  Scott traded places with me and I
shoved my cock down Brett's hole just seconds before Scott gave it to
him from behind.  Scott looked over at me and smiled once he had the boy
fully skewered, "on your mark, get set, go."  I grabbed the sides of
Brett's head while Scott grabbed his hips and we were off to the races.
I've never bashed anyone's tonsils like I did that night but I had to
keep up, stroke for stroke, with Scott--it was a guy thing.
    Scott showed a lot more stamina than I normally give him credit
for.  He was pumping like a madman but wasn't about to slow or back
down.  I ran my hand over Scott's sweat-soaked abdomen and the baseball
toned muscles rippled under my fingers.  Scott and I were actually a lot
alike--total tops, pure athletes, and as selfish as the day is long.
Staring at his flexing muscles I suddenly wanted to get him naked on a
wrestling mat for an all-out, no rules match--loser takes it up the ass.

    I became so focused on Scott that I forgot about myself.  I was
pumping Brett's mouth like a machine, no thought to what I was doing.
Before I knew it I was spewing cream down the boys hot throat.  Brett
tried to spit it out but I made him swallow it (the little fucker was
responsible for me shooting my load so he should damn well have to
digest it.)  I kept my cock planted deep in is throat until I was all
drained.  When I finally pulled out he coughed once or twice and moaned,
"I've never eaten that before."
    "Get used to it," Scott answered, "cum's gonna be one of your four
basic food groups this year."  While Scott kept fucking Brett softly
licked and caressed my dickhead.  his tongue licked all around the base
of my knob before he sucked the sensitive mushroom head inside his warm
mouth.  A small smile crossed his lips as he noticed me watching him
make love to my cock.  I liked having him adore me.
    Scott eventually blew his load deep inside the pretty boys gut.  He
was still hard when he pulled out of the freshman's violated corn hole.
"Clean this fucker off pledge."  Brett licked off Scott's sweat and
cum-soaked joystick.  "You're just aching to fuck him aren't you?"
    "Sure," I admitted.
    "All right but on one condition.  Shane Clark is your little brother
right?"
    "Yeah."
    "Share and share alike.  I intend on getting laid every night this
year and so I'm putting together a stable of hot freshmen to choose
from.  Bring Shane by my room tomorrow at 10:30, and don't plan on
seeing him again until morning."  Scott then cock-whipped Brett's face a
couple of times before putting on his pants.  "Service him well, but
don't forgets who owns you."
    I laid Brett on his back and put his legs over my shoulders.  My
dick instinctively went to his hole and my tongue located his mouth.  A
small gasp left his lips as my dick found its way in his backdoor.  My
tongue soothed his momentary pain by licking deep into his mouth.  My
gently rolling hips massaged the velvet lining of his butt-tunnel.  I
softly stroked his erect nipples with my fingers.  "Scott sees
tenderness as a weakness," I whispered, "so he's not likely to ever make
love to you.  When he's around I've got to match him stride for stride
but when it's just us I'll make it up to you."  I licked the side of
Brett's face while I stroked his silky interior with my cock.  Brett
just moaned his approval--this had all the makings of a great semester.