**This is a collection of 4 stories from myself and some of my fraternity brothers from our days in university and the sexual adventures we experienced.***

***I have changed the name of certain organizations, individuals involved and other aspects that may inadvertently offer information some people may not want made public.***

***All Accounts are TRUE Stories***



Delta Chi 1: My Share

I'm a member of Delta Chi fraternity at a University in the Midwest. While there are a lot of homophobic individuals here in the middle of corn country, you'd be surprised at how willing many men are to share their piece of America's (Bread)basket with another all- American boy! While the fraternity system generally reinforces homophobic ideologies and notions, it is also a place where many gay men find companionship. There are a lot of homophobic brothers in my house, and sometimes listening to them is annoying as hell, but there's a surprising number of gay friendly and gay curious men as well. It is on my experiences with these men that this (and possibly other) story will focus.

I went to the four way exchange with the Tri-Delt's, the A- Phi's, the Pikes and our house. I expected a good time, and was not disappointed. Anywhere I can go and tap a keg for a while can't be too bad. I knew a lot of the people at the party, so I wasn't lacking company. Our house is next to the Pike house, so we use both back yards and there is more than enough space to roam around, and group off. It was getting pretty late (er, early), and I was buzzed in a major way. I had had maybe 5 or 6 beers, and lots of people were starting to leave to more intimate parties in individual rooms, or to comfortable places to pass out for the night. I figured I might as well exit gracefully, and started towards my house.

I was stopped by a couple of friends to talk for a few minutes-- which turned into a half hour. I begged off with some excuse and continued across the Pike's yard toward ours when I heard another person calling my name. I pretended not to notice, but they wouldn't relent. Finally, I stopped and turned around to find Jamey standing there. Jamey and I had gone to high school together although he was a year behind me. Although we had both come to the same University, I hadn't seen him much and never realized that he had pledged Pike until tonight. What a shock it was to see him. He had obviously been lifting weights since he got to college, because his body had filled out nicely. While he had never been over-weight, he was now finely toned. We had fooled around a couple of times in HS, but nothing serious had ever come of it. I had beat him off, and he did me. We knocked off a couple of times.

He started to talk about old times, but I couldn't tear my eyes off his chest and basket. He was HOT! I muttered something to a question he asked me, and laughed at some lame joke. He asked me if I was feeling okay, and I told him I thought I was drunk, and maybe I needed to lie down. He fell right into my trap, and asked if I wanted him to take me to my room. I said that would be great. We could do some catch-up.

He put his arm behind me and started to guide me towards my house. There were only a few people passed out on the furniture downstairs, and we climbed the stairs to my floor. As we got to my door, Jamey asked me where my key was. I told him it was in my pocket. He reached his hand in to fish for it, and found my half hard dick poking up towards the pocket. He didn't shy away from my cock, and continued looking until he had found the key. He gave it an extra rub, it seemed, before pulling his hand out and opening the door.

My roommate had gone away for the weekend to see his girlfriend. Although she couldn't give him head nearly as good as I could, images were everything so he'd go home once a month to bone her and then return to school where I served his needs and he mine. It was nothing monogamous. It just worked out well to fuck every now and then--but I didn't mind not having him here tonight. Jamey pushed me through the door, and I sat down on the couch. He put on some mellow music--Indigo Girls, I think--and sat down next to me. His jeans were faded and tight--his shirt was a nice button down plaid. I was dressed similarly.

"God it's hot," I said, and pulled my shirt off. "You can take your shoes off and get comfortable," I suggested as I kicked my own into a corner. Jamey had sat down beside me--not too close, but not distant, either. We talked about the usual stuff, and soon our conversation drifted to old times. By this time, my buzz was wearing off. I didn't let on though, and asked Jamey if he ****** if I lay down. He said he didn't and so I quickly threw my legs up on the couch--drunkenly wink wink--and dropped my head in his lap. I closed my eyes and waited.

Jamey didn't move to get up, so I kept talking, breathing particularly heavily on his crotch. My head faced his stomach, and I could smell a faint musk--I wished his pants weren't in the way. My hot breath was soon having its effect, and I could see through my half-parted eyes that Jamey's cock was stirring.

While we shot the shit and he got hotter, I thought back to those days in the locker room. I had always liked Jamey's ass most. He had no hair on his body except for a sparse patch above his meat. That's not to say he was underdeveloped. Jamey had one of the nicest pieces of dick meat I had ever laid eyes on. Perfectly thick and deliciously long, I knew I'd be sliding it down my throat tonight. I was brought back from my reverie as Jamey mentioned that he wished there was some bitch in the room to blow him.

Opportunity had just knocked on the proverbial door. I reached up and began to stroke Jamey's hard-on through his pants leg and said that although there were no women here, I could remember some good times we had had back in HS. I smiled and opened my eyes. Jamey looked sorta glazed over. I think he was on the brink of decision, and so I thought I'd help him out. I told him I'd show him a new trick I'd learned since the last time I beat him off. With that, I moved my teeth up to the waistband of his jeans, and began to pull at his belt with my teeth. Soon, I had unbuckled his belt and pulled his zipper down with my teeth. Just like the old days, Jamey had on no underwear. I breathed in his musky scent, and began to lick at the flesh I had just exposed.

Jamey had begun unbuttoning his shirt, and I pulled his jeans down over his hips, throwing them in a pile in the corner. His shirt followed, and soon Jamey was sitting before me naked. He smelled luscious. His dick was just as perfect as I had remembered it. I had never had my mouth on it, and I didn't waste a moment before I began to lick the head and fondle his balls. Jamey's legs had grown some sparse hair, but not much above the knee. His balls were still beautifully bare. I licked his groin all over--sucked on his nuts one by one. I spread his legs and tickled his thighs with the tip of my tongue, and then engulfed his prick in my mouth. I went up and down his hard shaft, and saliva dribbled down his long shaft as I sucked upwards. I could never have imagined such a beautiful frat boy would be here before me tonight.

Soon, Jamey was pumping my head up and down and telling me to suck him faster and faster. I didn't complain and let him ram his pole into my mouth until he sprayed his cum inside me. I kept licking as he got soft, cleaning his lovely dick with my tongue. I knelt before him and laid my head in his lap as he caught his breath. "That was my first real time with another guy," he offered.

"What can I do for you? How can I get you off?"

"Whatever you want, stud," I replied. "Do you have any fantasies?"

"I've always wondered what it'd be like to get it up the ass. Wanna be my first?"

I didn't respond but to turn him over and spread his cheeks with my hands. Rimming is one of my favorite things to do, so I dove into his hairless crack and began to taste the essence of the man. I licked and sucked at his ass cheeks, circled, barely touching his asshole, but not quite. Jamey was moaning and humping at the couch. I could tell he was hard again. I slipped my tongue between his legs and licked at his balls. All at once, I dove into his asshole, digging my tongue in as far as I could. I slid a finger in and began to fuck him with my finger. With my other hand, I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off. I kept licking and sucking and sliding in

fingers until three fit comfortably. I spit on my dick and positioned it at the hole and slowly pushed in.

As my head broke through, Jamey cried out. I stopped for a moment, and waited. Soon, he pushed back, and I pushed forward. I slid and slid into his hot wet hole. It was so tight and beautiful. When I was all the way in, I collapsed on his back, wrapping my arms around his torso. I began to thrust my hips a little bit--fucking him slowly. Meanwhile, I was pumping his dick again. Jamey was throwing his head back, and telling me to go harder and harder. I complied and began to go faster. Soon, I was thrusting for all I was worth. Jamey came and then so did I--shooting my love juices deep inside him.

I pulled my softening dick from his hole with a little pop, and he turned around, his chest dripping with his cum. I slowly put my hand on it, and began to rub it around. We hugged, pressing the slick juice between us. I held him close. We climbed into my bed and slept in one another's arms. I never fucked Jamey again after that night--but I did fuck another guy who'd made it with him. I guess I was a pretty good teacher, 'cause the other guy complemented him on his skill. What can I say?


Delta Chi 2: Sam and Goose

I'm a member of Delta Chi fraternity at a University in the Midwest. While there are a lot of homophobes here in the middle of corn country, you'd be surprised at how willing many men are to share their piece of America's (Bread)basket with another all- American boy!

While the fraternity system generally reinforces homophobic ideologies and notions, it is also a place where many gay men find companionship. There are a lot of homophobes in my house, and sometimes listening to them is annoying as hell, but there's a surprising number of gay friendly and gay curious men as well. It is on my experiences with these men that this story will focus.

Sam and I had a lot in common. Both of us wore the same letters--and we were also both in elected student govt positions. We both had offices within the Student Government Association (SGA) office in the University's Student Union. Recently the University invested in a new ID system so that to get into the SGA office late at night, authorized students can scan their University ID and the door will unlock for them. Staff members and students with offices in the SGA office and also those students who work the front desk have authorization to the SGA office even though it is officially closed after 5 at night.

Sometimes, if students have papers to work on or print off, they will come in after hours so that they don't have to fight for a computer in the labs on campus. The IBM labs are always full, and since there is a free laser printer in the SGA (for official use only-- sure, whatever) many students opt to drop in after hours.

I really like to study in my office after hours as well. In my office, friends can reach me by phone if they want--and they know I'm here. Furthermore, I'm pretty much cut off from people who just drop by to say hi.

One night, as I was studying, I heard the door unlock. My door was propped open, but I didn't look out to see who it was. I heard another door unlock and figured it was one of the five other student officers who have offices. I saw a couple of minutes later Sam's light go on.

"Hey, Sam, what's up?" I called.

"Nothin' much. The library's really fucking loud though. People stopping to talk to me every five seconds. I hoped it'd be a little quieter here. Mind if I turn on some tunes?" he asked.

"Go ahead." I turned back to my books. Sam's CD player whirred to life with some 10,000 Maniacs, and I began to hum along unconsciously.

"Did you say something?" asked Sam from my doorway. I looked up flustered--I hadn't heard him walk in.

"No," I said. "I guess I was just kind of humming. I'm sorry." I looked at Sam. He was dressed in biking shorts and an A-Phi fall formal t-shirt. "You give me phi-ver" the front said. Such a truth because Sam looked really good. He stands maybe 5'11", 175 lbs. He has dark wavy hair and is just perfectly proportioned. Sam plays hard and is physically active--but he's not particularly defined Add on his tan which accented the fine black hairs that sit on his arms and cover his legs, and you've got a fine piece of man.

Sam started to walk over to my chair. "Whatcha reading?" he asked. He was standing behind my chair, and I was facing the desk. He put his hands on the back of my chair and leaned over to look at my book.

"East Asian History. I guess I need a break," I joked, "I'm just a bit too intense." Sam was looking over my shoulder and his mouth was right next to my ear. I could feel his breath and my cock was beginning to stir in my cotton shorts. He was looking at my book. I turned my head towards him and looked at his mouth. It was pouting and beautiful. Our heads moved together, and soon our lips were touching.

I don't know what happened. I had never really considered fucking Sam before. He had seemed a real straight arrow. It wasn't just me kissing either. Sam was kissing me harder. I opened my mouth, and soon his tongue was entering. We were kissing passionately. I turned my chair around slowly and stood up never breaking the kiss.

We stopped for a moment to breathe, and I pulled Sam's body to mine holding him close. His hands moved down and under my t- shirt and he began running his hands around my back. His cool hands felt great against skin that felt as if it was on fire. Soon, he pulled the shirt over my head and it landed on the floor.

Sam dropped to his knees and I watched as his hands found my waistband and pulled down my shorts and boxers all at once, pushing them over by the shirt. I had already taken off my Birks when I got in, so I was completely naked. Sam kind of pushed me into my chair as I dropped in. He began to lick and tease my inner thighs while he kneaded my calves with his strong hands. My cock was rigid. I was in disbelief and I lay my head back on the chair and closed my eyes letting the delicious sensations of his tongue and mouth wash over my body.

Sam's tongue traveled up my thighs alternating back and forth and reached out to lick my nuts. A tingling spike of electricity raced up my spine and struck my pleasure centers every time he would lap at my nut sack. He moved up to lick the bottom of my cock, and when he got to the head, he ran his tongue all over it. I was almost out of control with pleasure. He was so good as he began to suck my cock up and down. I could feel the tension flowing into my dick, releasing the rest of my body from its harsh tense state.

Sam sucked and sucked at my dick-shaft and then lapped at my balls until I thought I would scream. Somehow, my hands began to rub and squeeze my nipples adding to my pleasure. I was getting messages from all over my body about how great I felt. Soon I was about to cum and I couldn't wait.

"I'm gonna cum, Sam, I'm gonna cum!" I said as I massaged his hair pulling his head up and down. Sam kept on sucking and licking as I came--pumping my sperm down his throat and releasing all of my knotted up tension.

Sam kept licking at my cock as it got soft. He knelt before me and rubbed my thighs. I felt as if I couldn't move--like I was paralyzed with pleasure. Soon, all I could think about was Sam's dick and how much I wanted to pay him back for all the pleasure he had just given me.

I opened my eyes and saw the smile on his face. Your turn,S I said as I pulled him up to standing. I pulled his t-shirt up and began to lick at his nipples. They became hard and I sucked and licked at their little ripples. Sam pulled the shirt over his head, throwing it down to mine. I pulled down his shorts. He had on a jock strap, and I pulled the pouch over to the side as he kicked his flip-flops over to the wall. I put my hands on his ass, and pulled his crotch to my mouth.

I ran my fingers over Sam's hairy ass--tracing the line of his ass crack down to his hole. I licked at Sam's pubic bush and his dick sprang to life. I licked at the line where his leg meets his balls, and sucked one of his nuts into my mouth. He moaned really deeply, and moved back so that his ass was resting on the edge of the desk. My hands rubbed at his nipples and stroked his cock as I licked and sucked at his balls.

Sam wasn't incredibly endowed. His dick was rather short, and average width. I didn't care. His balls were beautifully hairy, and I could smell his delicious flesh. Sam was a friend and now more. I wanted him--and I engulfed his dick in my mouth, sucking it from the root to the head, slowly, slowly, and then swiped my tongue over the head. Each time I went down and then back up, Sam groaned. I could feel him close to cumming, so I decided I'd eat out his ass.

I pulled my mouth off his cock, and asked him to turn over. I dropped out of my chair and knelt behind him as he laid face down on the desk, his legs spread. His ass was firm and perfect. Fine black hairs covered the tan globes of his butt. I knew he had been tanning on the fraternity house roof naked--most of the brother's did because our house was the highest building for a long ways, and there was a little deck on top just for that purpose. I began to lick at his hairy cheeks. They tasted slightly of sweat and I licked every inch. I followed the crack of his butt to his hole and ran my tongue around the edge of his pink rosebud before I flicked my tongue over the beautiful pucker.

As the tip of my tongue flicked over his asshole, I could feel his body flinch. I circled it again for a while, flicking at the tender hole every once in a while with increasing frequency. Finally, when Sam was moaning particularly loudly, I began to plunge my tongue in and out of his hole. Sam was really hot and telling me he wanted to cum badly. He turned around and I began to lick his dick again. Sam was really getting into it as I began to bob my head up and down on his dick.

All of a sudden, Sam pulled my head off my dick, and I watched as he went limp with no warning. "What the fuck. Two ******s, eh!" I turned around to see Goose. Goose worked in the office during the week, and so his card would unlock the door. Neither Sam or I had considered that in our passion. He was another brother--and I had no idea what might happen. He had never made anti-gay comments that I knew of, but that didn't mean he didn't harbor them. "Homo's in our house. Whaddya know?" He taunted. Sam had lost his erection and so had I. We were both staring incredulously.

Goose was well built. He stood about 6'4" and was always tanned. He went mountain climbing a lot and his body rippled with muscles. He was an all around hot guy--relatively hairless with particularly rugged features. His hair was always unkempt, and he seemed kind of clueless until you got to know him.

"You fags put on a quite a show. I could use for a little fuckin' myself. Why don't you just go ahead and suck off our brother Sam here and I'll just show you what fucking is," he said to me. Sam and I just stared still kind of shocked. "Suck his cock, dammit!" he yelled. I turned around and continued what I had been doing. Sam sat back, closed his eyes, and began to guide my head up and down. Just as I was getting my rhythm again, I felt Goose kneeling behind me getting ready to plow my ass.

I felt his cock head at the entrance to my hole and he started to push forward. "Don't make a sound," he told me. He pushed in faster than I would have liked as dry and unprepared as I was, but I had little choice. It seemed as if his cock was the size of the Sear's Tower, as he pushed and pushed and pushed into me. All the time, Sam was guiding my head up and down on his dick.

I felt Goose's hands on my back as he began to push in and out of my hole. "You're tight as hell," he sighed. He began to moan with every thrust in and groan as he pulled out. Sam, too, was making little whimpering noises as I went down on him. I licked at his balls for a little while before he pulled me back to his cock.

Goose was thrusting in and out pretty fast--faster than my head was going up and down on Sam's cock. I was in heaven. Goose's dick filled me up perfectly and I loved being filled up. Sam was filling up my other end. I was thrilled and tried to do my best to suck well and flex my ass muscles at the same time. Pretty soon, Sam was yelling that he was going to cum. Goose was hitting my prostate with every thrust, and I was getting ready to come too.

Goose had been grunting and groaning ever since he had first thrust into me, so I didn't know how close he was. I came first, shooting on Sam's feet. My orgasm was really intense and set Goose off. He shot his hot cream into my butt hole, and kept thrusting. Sam was right on our tracks and began to fill up my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed as he plunged his cock in and out of my mouth.

Goose finally stopped thrusting, and pulled his cock out of my ass. Sam's dick fell out of my mouth, too. I felt very warm but empty inside.

"That was one hell of a fuck," said Goose.

"No doubt. Totally intense," added Sam.

I just sat, resting my head on Sam's leg, smiling. It felt so good to have pleased both of these men that I just wanted to burst. I had sex with Sam a couple more times, but Goose just went on like nothing had ever happened. If that's the way he wanted it--fine. Too bad he never realized what he was missing.


Delta Chi 3: Cory

Yet again, I lay in my bed half awake on my side. My cover was pulled up tight to my chin and I rested with my eyes closed. My roommate's alarm clock had just gone off a few minutes ago. Cory had gotten up and left for the showers. I could never fall back asleep after it went off, so I just closed my eyes and tried to doze through the hour before I had to get up.

As on every Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning when he got up for his nine o'clock (my first class didn't start until ten), Cory walked into the room in just a towel, shutting the door behind him silently. He rarely made a sound as he got ready. His hair was already towel dried, and stood up everywhere. He walked over to his closet and set his shower bucket on the bottom shelf. He removed the towel and dried his arms, torso, legs and feet before hanging it on a hook on his closet door. He picked up a brush from his dresser and began to brush his hair into place, parting it on the side. He picked up a bottle of gel and began to apply some to his hair.

I lay in my bed with my eyes half closed looking at him. My bed was the top bunk, so I could see everything that happened in the room without moving. I was very convincing at faking sleep--and had had a lot of practice this first month of school--so I wasn't worried about Cory realizing that I was watching him.

He stood in front of the mirror naked. Cory was about 6'4" tall. He was very fit and lean but not particularly muscular. His hair was brown and his eyes were brown--unless he was wearing his contacts, and then they were blue. Cory had a little hair on his legs, none on his butt or upper body with the exception of normal hairy areas-- and even the hair in his armpits and crotch was fairly sparse. His dick was nice. It hung about 4 inches flaccid over a nice set of balls. I'd never been close enough to see if he had hair on his nuts. I hoped to someday. What really attracted me to Cory was his ass. He had a grand ass. His cheeks were rounded, with the little indentations well defined on the sides. I could just picture a perfect fit--his ass and my hands and mouth.

Cory finished with his hair and began to put his contacts in. He put the right one in first. He was successful and began to put in the left one. He wasn't so lucky on the left. He dropped it on the ground, and got on all fours to find it. This position afforded me a perfect view of that butt--and his rosebud with his balls dangling below hypnotizing me. Especially when he began to squat, instead of kneel. I felt the urge to jump from my bed and mount him right there. I just stroked myself slowly instead and continued watching. He found the lens and rinsed it out and put it in.

Then, he began to inspect his body in the mirror. After a few minutes of looking at his face, he found a zit on the side of his face. He burst it and applied Clearasil from the tube on the dresser. I wondered if he wasn't imagining it. He could find the smallest imperfections in his skin--and I thought most of them were imagined. When he asked me, I could never see them, but he still swore they were there.

He looked at his back in the mirror, then ran his hand over his left butt cheek a few times. He seemed satisfied with his back. He looked at his chest and then he moved his dick around, looking at it from all sides. After a few seconds, he seemed to be pleased enough so he checked out his legs and feet. When he was satisfied that his body was okay, he put Lubriderm lotion on his arms and legs and his butt. He rubbed his chest and shoulders and his back. Once it was rubbed in, he walked over to his underwear drawer and withdrew a pair. He held them in front of him, and looked in the mirror. He must not have been satisfied, because he put them back and pulled out a different colored pair. On the third try, he found a pair that he liked, and he put them on.

He walked over to his laundry basket and pulled out some jeans shorts and pulled them on and grabbed a fresh t-shirt. It said "Co-ed Naked Law Enforcement: Up against the wall and spread em" He tucked his boxers into the legs of his jeans and then his shirt in as well. Finally, he put on a leather belt and Birk's. He looked at himself in the mirror. He picked his watch up off of his dresser and put that on. Satisfied with his appearance, he opened our little refrigerator. He pulled out two little cartons of orange juice, gulped them down and tossed them in the waste-basket. One of them made it. He grabbed his book bag and left, closing the door quietly.

I waited until I was sure he hadn't forgotten anything and then threw off my covers and began to beat off, dreaming of how I would seduce him. I didn't see him very often and that was the problem. Although we were roommates and first year students, we had decided to pledge different houses. I pledged Delta Chi, he pledged Phi Delta Theta. We didn't socialize together, and except for mornings and evenings, I rarely saw him. Our class schedules were different, we ate at different places, etc.

We seemed to get along all right when we were together. The first couple of weeks we stuck together. Both being first years, we didn't know how to get around, and you don't feel so stupid when there's some other clueless freshman around as well. As soon as we pledged though, we seemed to drift apart. I wanted us to get much closer.

I watched Cory get dressed every chance I got, but there was never a real opportunity to get closer to him. Finally, his girlfriend came down to visit for the weekend about three months after school had begun. She stayed in our room, but nothing happened until I walked into the room after lunch and they were still sitting on our overstuffed chair watching cartoons. They looked like they had just gotten up a little while ago.

I wandered over to my computer which was sitting on the desk we shared. I flipped it on and watched the little happy Macintosh. The little icons started to appear, and I started to watch whatever stupid cartoon they had put on. I opened up Zterm, and logged onto the University UNIX. They were sitting with the chair reclined, and Cory was sitting in front of Jen, between her legs. She was wearing an overlarge t-shirt. He was still in just his boxers. He was leaning back against her. He said he was going to get up and get something to drink. She locked her arms through his and they began to wrestle playfully. I smiled and turned to watch as she held him down.

It was kind of a cute romantic scene. They were both laughing, and so was I. Cory was yelling to me for help, but I was enjoying his bondage. He was pushing his hips forward, trying to get away, and Jen was holding him tighter than ever. The hole in the front of his boxers had opened up in his wrestling, and Cory's dick was beginning to pop out. About two inches had come out, and he could tell that I had noticed.

"Help me out, roomie," he laughed.

"No," Jen yelped, "help me--tickle him."

I decided I would. I walked over to them and began to tickle him below his armpits. I ran my fingers down his sides. He was laughing uncontrollably.

"Look's like Mr. Happy's popped out for a visit, eh Cory," I said, and reached down to his dick. I grabbed it just below the head with my index finger and thumb, and gave him a little rub that only he could notice right where he was most sensitive on the underside right below his cock head as I pushed him back into his boxers. Then I patted his crotch kind of feeling up his balls, leaving my hand long enough for him to wonder.

"There ya go. Can't let the cow out of the barn, can we roomie," I joked. Cory was still laughing from the tickling and Jen was laughing at the whole scene, when Cory finally broke free of her grip as she lost control in her laughter. Cory stood up from the chair and I began to walk to the desk again when he hurried passed me.

"My turn," he smiled, slapping my ass on the way past before taking my chair before the computer. "Roomies should share everything, right." He fingered his account from mine to see if he had any mail.

"But roomie," I said, "you know I'd be happy to finger you anytime. You just have to ask." I sat down on his bed and leaned against the wall.

"I'll be sure to remember that," he said as he began reading his mail messages. We watched cartoons a little longer, and soon I had to go to my house for clean-up. I hated having to clean up the house on Saturday afternoon, but such is the life of a pledge. As I left, Jen was curled up in the chair with a blanket she had pulled off of Cory"s bed, and he was reading his e-mail.

"See ya later," I said to them both and I shut the door.

I didn't sleep in my dorm room that night. There was a party at the house, and I slept on my pledge dad"s couch while he fucked some whore in his loft. I lay there awake, fairly drunk, waiting for them to stop grunting and groaning so that I could go to sleep. Within five minutes, it was over, and they quieted down enough that I could sleep. I was hard as a rock and kinda disappointed that I hadn't gotten any. Usually I can find some bitch to get my rocks off in, but the Kappa whom I had been working on all night said she was feeling sick and went home. So, I lay horny on my pledge dad's couch envying him his fuck until I fell asleep.

When I got back to my room about eleven in the morning, Cory was gone. I stripped to my boxers, grabbed my bucket and a towel and went for a shower. I smelled like stale beer and sweat and was looking forward to a long hot shower. I stood under the water for a good long time before finally going back to the room, drying and throwing on a pair of boxers. I wondered if I had any new mail on my VAX, so I logged on. When I looked, it said I had two new messages. One was from the Kappa who had gotten sick saying that she felt better and that we should go out sometime and she'd make it up to me. I wrote back to her telling her that it was for sure. She damn well would make it up to me. I'd be sure of that.

The other one was from Cory. It kind of shocked me at first. It was sent almost right after I had left the day before. It said:

Roomie,

If Jen doesn't put out this weekend, I just might

ask you to finger me. Cory. P.S. Don't sleep too soundly--

I'll get you for tickling me. I couldn't believe it. I just kind of sat there in shock wondering what he meant by it. Maybe Cory wanted me just as bad as I wanted him. My stomach started to growl, and I logged off, throwing on some jeans and a t-shirt to go eat before the dining room closed at noon. I met some friends there and after dinner I hung out in their dorm room and played Nintendo. I got back to my room about midnight.

Cory was already there, sitting in his boxers, logged onto the VAX. He was reading some of his e-mail again. I asked him if I had any e-mail, and he told me I had 1 message.

"Fuck it, I'll get it in the morning," I said as I pulled off my t- shirt and began to unbuckle my jeans. I kicked them into my closet and pulled off my ankle socks. I threw them in my laundry and stood behind Cory as he read his mail. "I think I'm going to bed."

I climbed into my bed, and began to set my alarm clock for the appropriate time. It would never go off because Cory would wake me up when he got up, but I figured it couldn't hurt.

"Sleep sounds good," he said and turned off the overhead light. The only light came from a reading lamp by his bed.

"So, did you get to bone her," I asked him as he stood before the mirror checking his complexion yet again.

"Nope," he replied. "She wouldn't put out at all." He paused as he touched his cheek. "Bitch. I think I'm gonna break up with her. She hasn't fucked me since school started. I'm so fucking horny."

"Well, I'm sorry she wouldn't put out. Not a very girl-friendly thing to do, eh. Sorry for tickling you. I probably should have stayed out of it," I said. Cory walked over to his bed and sat down, arranging his covers. He lay down and turned out the light.

"To be honest, that was the most erotic thing that happened to me this weekend. I'm no ******, and I've never had another guy touch my dick before, but when you did, it was like your hand was electric," he paused for a moment. "Don't think I'm gay though."

"I've never touched another guy's dick either," I lied. "But I must admit it was a great feeling. I never imagined it'd feel like almost wanted to keep my hand there. I know that sounds really stupid, cause I'm not gay, but I really didn't want to let go."

"I wouldn't tell." I could hear him breathing. "I didn't want you to let go," he said after several minutes. "When you didn't come home the next night, and I lay there with Jen next to me, I wasn't thinking of her." He waited another couple of minutes. "I kept thinking of you with your hand there, and looking up to your empty bed. I don't know, I almost wished you were her. You can't tell either."

Neither of us said anything more for a little while, but I could tell he wasn't asleep. I wondered if he was looking up at me. I tried to lay casually, but laying there trying to lay there naturally is really hard. "So what do we do now?" I asked.

"I don't know." He was quiet for a minute. I thought perhaps I you should come down here. I feel really weird talking to you up there like that."

"Okay," I said trying to hide the ecstasy in my voice. I was so close. "I'll do that. We need to talk about it. It won't go away." I climbed down from my loft, trying to appear sexy and innocent, too. I walked over to his bed, and lay down next to him. He was laying on his back near the edge, and I lay down kind of on my side, facing him. He turned his head to look at me, and looked down my body. I did the same to him. He looked into my eyes and I looked into his. I tried to see what was there, but I came up blank. He turned his head away. He had a beautiful nose, and his mouth was so perfect I wanted to kiss it right there. His jaw was hard and square, yet seemed soft and sensitive. He had just a bit of stubble growing on his face. "Let's agree that nothing that is said or happens in this room leaves, okay?" I suggested.

"That's good." He looked back to me and smiled a soft smile. He held my gaze, and I was glad that it was a smile. "Maybe, well," He paused. "Maybe you could touch it again. It can't really hurt anything and really just cause you touch it doesn't make us fags or anything. Just a couple of jack-off buddies." He began to talk really fast.

"Shhhhhh. There's nothing to make excuses for. Let's just see what happens." I reached over to his navel and began to trace his treasure trail down to his crotch with my index finger. His skin was like fire. I got to his waistband, and traced the curve down to his hip and back. Then I traced down until I felt his semi-soft and quickly hardening dick. I traced it from root to head. Cory had closed his eyes and began to whimper as I traced his thick phallus. I leaned over and pulled his boxers off. I bunched them in my hand, and brought them to my face, breathing deeply before tossing them onto the floor. They smelled of sweat, both generic and unique--a personal musk.

I put my hand back on Cory's dick. I circled it with my fingers and thumb and began to stroke it gently from root to head. Cory was very hard now, and he was moaning softly. His cock was hotter than his stomach had been. After a couple of strokes, I reached down and cupped his balls with my other hand. It turned out that they had some sparse hairs on them. I touched them with my very fingertips, teasing the hairs and sensitive skin as I continued stroking his dick.

Cory was really groaning and getting off on it, and I was enjoying his pleasure. His dick was bigger than I had imagined it. I couldn't quite bring my fingers together around it to touch my thumb, and it was quite long. I had slid to my knees on the floor, leaning over to his crotch. His eyes were closed, and he wasn't paying much attention to anything but the pleasure my hands were bringing him.

I leaned over a bit further and began to lick the head of his dick while I pumped the shaft. When my tongue hit his dickhead, Cory breathed in let out a shuddering gasp. I engulfed the head of his dick and began to suck. I licked my middle finger and began to work it into his crack, reapplying saliva as necessary. His ass was as hot as his cock as my finger worked to his asshole, circling the tender flesh.

I worked my mouth slowly over his big dick sucking and licking both head and shaft. My finger worked at his asshole, and my other hand pumped the shaft that wasn't in my mouth. Cory's hips were bucking and he was moaning and groaning. I was so thrilled at his pleasure, that I began to re-suck with a vengeance.

"Finger me, yeah. Finger me," he moaned. I slid my finger in one knuckle and began to work it around and around. My mouth was almost covering his cock, and so I moved my hand back to his balls. They had shrunk up close to his body, and I began to gently rub them as I pumped his ass with my finger and he rammed his cock into my mouth.

I slowly pulled his cock out and plunged back down to the root. I continued over and over as I pushed my finger in farther and farther. Before I knew it, Cory was cumming deep into my throat as I held his dick there. I pulled it out of my mouth and Cory breathed hard and deep on the bed. I shrugged off my boxers and my cock sprang out of confinement.

I straddled his waist, his softening cock pressing against my crack and asshole, and began to pump my cock. Cory reached up and touched my balls with one hand and stroked my hip and ass cheek with the other. I came quickly shooting all over his stomach and chest. After I came, Cory rubbed my cum into his skin and pulled me down on top of him. I lay there with my head on his chest, our dicks pressed together. We slept like that all night. The next day, he broke up with Jen. I was right there, watching him type her the e- mail. She tried to call a couple of times, but I told her he was out.

After that night, we spent many more like it. We never mentioned it much during the day, but regularly, Cory would ask if I wanted to come down and talk. I guess he meant the language of our bodies because the only vocalizations were moans. I still see him once in a while. Usually when we do, we try to sneak away for a quickie in the bathroom. I guess, in retrospect, I couldn't have requested a better roommate.


Delta Chi 4: Mark

I'd never really considered Mark as a potential partner. Granted he looked incredibly sexy, but I never considered that he might be gay. Last semester I had taken a class with him and it was during that time that my GAYDAR began to sense him.

The first thing that I noticed was that although around the house (where I had always had contact with him before) he never wore jewelry, in class he was always wearing a silver ring on the small finger of his left hand. The ring was two silver bands endlessly circling one another. A very beautiful piece, but one that set my alarms ringing.

Furthermore, he seemed to display himself differently in class than around the house. Now I know that this is very subjective, it just seemed as if he was sitting differently, more open and seductive, in class. As we sat in the circle, I would sometimes catch him watching me, and he would quickly look away. These small things made me wonder about him.

As I began to wonder about him, I began to fantasize about his body. I watched one Monday for when he got up in the morning and conveniently showered at the same time as he did. Our house is especially nice in that the showers are all open--no curtains anywhere.

I arrived in the bathroom after he had already gotten into the shower. I could hear the water running and the steam was fogging up the mirrors. I walked past the four or five toilets which faced the sinks and mirrors. His towel and maroon cotton boxers were hanging on a hook next to the showers. I hung my towel next to his and shrugged out of my boxers, hanging them on the same peg as my towel. Then I picked up my soap and shampoo and walked into the showers.

Mark was standing underneath the hot water, and didn't seem to notice as I walked in. I walked over to the shower head next to his and turned it on. The water started to flow out and I adjusted the temperature before stepping under it. Mark was facing away from me. I said, "Hi" kind of groggily and he responded in kind. His back was to me, and I took a few minutes as I got myself wet to look at his back and his ass. Mark's skin seemed perpetually tan. He must have been part Portuguese or Spanish because I couldn't make out any tan lines. He had a very nice back, strong shoulders and a beautiful ass. The backs of his legs were somewhat hairy and so was the crack of his ass. His cheeks seemed firm and relatively hairless though.

His 6'2" frame stood erect and he turned a bit and bent over to pick up his shampoo bottle. He began to shampoo his hair and I smiled at him. He smiled back. His flaccid dick was very nice and hung loosely against his full sack. His chest was well defined and he had a nice dark treasure trail. I admired his V-shaped torso for a few moments before he turned away from me.

He rinsed his hair and the white shampoo trailed over his dark, firm body and washed down the drain. The water seemed so pure, and the smell of soap and clean flesh was intoxicating. I wanted to take him there, but I still wasn't sure. I felt as if he knew that I had been looking, and hadn't ******, but that didn't mean jack shit if I came onto him wrongly. Before I had the chance to make a decision, two other brothers came in and took up residence on my other side.

Mark finished up and stepped out to dry off. I hurried to finish, as well, making small talk with my other two brothers. By the time I stepped from the showers, Mark was gone--and so were my boxers. I was livid as I walked over to my towel pulling it off of the hook. There beneath my towel hung Mark's maroon boxers. I smiled and began to dry off quickly. It looked as if someone had made a mistake. I would have to stop on my way up and give them to him. I quickly put on his pair--they fit perfectly...just my size--and started up towards his room.

Because Mark is an officer of our house, he gets a single room on the top floor. The room is tiny, but it has a small sink in it and he doesn't have to live with anyone else. I arrived at his door which was cracked a bit. I knocked and started to push the door open as he said to come in. Mark was laying on his bed completely naked, with a half-hard dick when I arrived. I scanned his lovely body for a moment before making my way over to him.

"Did I make a mistake," he asked innocently and smiled. He rolled off the bed and onto his knees in front of me. "Let me fix it," he began as he pulled the boxers over my hips and down my hairy legs. He pulled them to me and as I stepped out of them, he reached behind me and pulled my waist towards his face.

He sucked my half-hard dick into his mouth and began to lick and suck with a vengeance. It all happened so quickly I was unprepared and rather surprised. I at least figured I'd have to do a little seduction--not be the one seduced. I didn't complain though, and quickly grabbed his head and began to push my dick farther down his throat.

As he sucked and licked my cock from the root to the head and back again, his fingers were squeezing my ass cheeks and digging into my crack. He was beginning to run a finger around my asshole at the same time as he was sucking me. The blow job was working wonders and I found myself on the brink of orgasm. Somehow, Mark realized this and began to lick up my chest until he was standing and we were looking in one another's eyes.

I smiled and kissed him. Our tongues met as I ran my hands up and down his back. It was my turn to fall to my knees. This time, though, Mark's dick wasn't soft--it was very hard. I licked the purple head, and flicked my tongue on the underside before taking his dick into my mouth. I slid it in a couple inches and pulled back out. I slowly went farther and farther down his dick until I was touching his pubes with my nose. I was running my hands up and down his thighs, and then I moved one hand to fondle his balls. I sucked on his dick for a few more minutes, and then began to stroke the shaft as I worked on the head. I moved down to lick on his balls. Mark was moaning quietly--almost whimpering as I moved back and began to suck on his shaft again. I began to massage his ass cheeks, pulling them apart. I hard the door creak, but Mark's back was to it and my head was otherwise occupied with his.

I felt a soft breath on my hands and then a tongue begin to lick at Mark's crack and my fingers. Mark really began to moan. "Good boy, lick my ass baby, good boy." I stopped for a moment and couldn't believe that our house mascot, Fang (a German shepherd), was licking Mark's asshole--and Mark was getting off on it. I figured that one tongue was the same as any other and went back to sucking his luscious cock. Mark was getting real close, and Fang was speeding up his licks, catching Mark's balls half the time.

I knew Mark was gonna cum, and I wanted it pretty bad. I began to go up and down faster and faster and soon Mark was spraying his cum into my mouth.

"I gotta get fucked. Would you fuck me?" Mark panted as he pulled me to my feet and patted Fang on the head. "Good dog," he crooned. I told him I'd be happy to fuck his ass. He bent over the bed, and I knelt down to lick his asshole. Fang licked my half-hard dick as I began to lube up Mark's hole. Soon, we were both wet with saliva, and I put my dick to Mark's bung and pushed. Soon, I had slipped in and begun pumping him. Fang caught on quick, and began licking my ass as I pumped Mark.

Mark was groaning to go faster and faster, so I did. He was really tight and wet. Fang was licking my balls and asshole in long strokes, and it felt really good. I couldn't believe I was letting a dog lick my privates. Soon I was cuming into Mark's intestines. He moaned loudly as I came, and sighed when I pulled out. "That was so hot," he said. "You were great. Now help Fang."



I didn't know what he meant until Fang began to lick the cum that was trickling out of his asshole. I knelt down and began to lick, too. Then he pulled me up to embrace him, and we feel asleep in each others arms. Fang curled up on the rug at the foot of the bed. Mark and I have fucked on and off now for a while. Sometimes with Fang, sometimes not. When I beat off, Fang is usually there to lick my balls or sometimes my asshole. His tongue just never gets tired. He's just like any other member of the house--except that he can't suck and tell.