New Frat Boy

By max scoppato

Published on Mar 20, 2006

College

Finally, Brad and Calvin stayed in Bruce's room with him alone. The two jocks just stared at each other like to male lions about to find out which one is the alpha.

"Listen, Brad, I know that you have the hots for our Cindy boy here. You and I created her. You wanted her from the very first time you saw her walk in here to join. But so did I. Here's the deal. You and I share Bruce -- and Max, Don, and Sam will service the rest of the frat house. You like that?"

Bruce sat on the floor in his football uniform, his hair disheveled and with a naughty boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar look on his face.

"Did you really have to dick Bruce while I was at football practice?"

"Sure did! And I told him that every time there is football practice he's gonna find a basketballer's bone in his cunt -- didn't I Bruce?" Calvin turned his head to ask Bruce who was now sitting naked on the bed watching the two hunks decide his fate.

"Yeah, you did," came Bruce's not so enthusiastic reply.

"So, the deal is, Braddy boy, that you and I share this chick here either as Bruce or as Cindy, whatever comes to our minds. He's gonna listen to us. One day he is Bruce, another day he is Cindy -- pussyboy and slut, but ours. We can even share him at the same time, how's that?"

Brad's look when from caught at the cookie jar to bewildered puppy. He had never considered doing it with another jock. He caught himself staring at Calvin's big, black dick and mentally comparing its size with his own honker. He started to think about what it would look like and what it would do to him to see that black dong hard and shoving in and out of Bruce's hole, and seeing the look of ecstasy on Bruce's face. He was scared of his own feelings, now.

"So, Cal man, just how do we get Don, Max, and Sam to get dolled up and service the bros?"

"Listen, Bradster, we'll all play a game, ceptin' our little missy here -- she's ours. The losers will have to accept a surprise challenge. If they succeed in the challenge and get a vote of confidence from the other bros, they have completed their job and we play again. Only this challenge will be dolling up for the bros and the rest of the bros will be informed never to be satisfied."

"Sounds like a play, Cal, but how do you know that they are gonna be the losers?"

Cal chuckled. He had never dealt with such naïvité before. This football puppy was really too dumb, but he was the prez and the leader of the fraternity, and if Calvin wanted his share of Bruce, he was going to have to deal with this.

"Listen, white boy, didn't you ever hear of stacking the cards? I know you like stacking trannies, but now you're gonna learn to stack the cards. Just leave it to me and my snake oil."

Brad was in total awe. This other jock had the smarts to get things done. And the more he thought about sharing Bruce with such a powerful stud, the hotter he got.

"Listen, Cal, I've had time to cool down and now I'd like to try this thing out with you. Bruce is here. Let's take him down together!"

Calvin's dick started to grow. At twenty-two he had a huge reservoir of sperm to draw on. "Yeah, Bradster, let's go for it. I bet we can tagfuck him and feed him dick till he gags."

The two stood up and faced Bruce. Calvin's wong was already at half mast. Brad's was stirring under the penis protecting cup in his white stretch pants. Calvin walked over to Bruce and offered him his rising dick. Bruce took it in his hand and looked up into Calvin's eyes for orders. "Okay, missy, just go down on it. You heard what Brad boy and I wanna do. So just obey, chica! Suck it baby, chupame!"

Bruce held the dick like a precious antique and slowly lowered his head to insert it into his mouth. He kept his eyes locked with Calvin's. Brad was boiling and oozing at the same time. Brad didn't understand how he could watch Bruce being humiliated by this jock and feel the passion he did. He was completely disoriented.

Bruce was munching on that sausage, avidly forcing it deeper and deeper into his throat.

Brad undid his football pants and took the plastic protector out of his jock. His manhood was stiff as all hell. He went and stood next to them and offered Bruce his dick. Bruce, sucking hard on Calvin's honker, put his right hand on Brad's bone and pulled it toward his mouth. Suddenly, Bruce had both dick heads in his mouth. He couldn't go further because both of those whoppers were enormous. Calvin looked down at Bruce and then at Brad and chuckled. "He likes dick, doesn't he Brad. You've done a good job at training him." Calvin intentionally flattered Brad to get him into the sharing pact. "Look at how he adores us!"

"Dang!" Brad sighed, "dang! He is a cock hound! Look at that! He's like, like a professional!"

"Man, I like you with that football gear on! You are fuckin' butch or something! We gotta get him a cheerleader skirt and make her our little cheerleader groupie. Only the home team gets to use her!" Calvin laughed and guffawed, slapping his hips while Bruce sucked his dick and Brad's.

"Okay, Brad, let's go for the gold! Time to widen that pussy, ain't it?"

They hoisted Bruce onto the bed with his knees on the edge and his ass facing them. Calvin pulled out his poppers again and nose-feed Bruce, who had now learned to sniff on demand.

"Watch this!" Calvin said. He placed the tip of his dick on Bruce's little rose bud. Bruce pushed back and started impaling himself. Calvin grinned at Brad as Bruce tried to get more and more dick into his pucker. "See this?" Calvin showed Brad the little brown bottle, "This is poppers. It makes all fags want more dick in their assholes. Hold it under his nose and watch!" Calvin gave Brad the little bottle. Brad held it under Bruce's nose and Bruce bucked until Calvin's entire jock bone was deep inside ass country. Calvin was not giving slack. He was fucking like a cowboy riding a bull. Suddenly he pulled out. The rosetta was open, the inner lips were outwards, craving more dick. "Fuck him! Fuck him Bradster!"

Brad rammed his hard meat into the soft, brown hole. It felt so good and warm and it felt so good to know that Bruce was smarting and still giving. He felt like such a shit-fucking macho banging a guy who was so submissive to his desires. He knew that Calvin was watching him bang the hole. He worked it for a while and then Calvin tagged him.

"Watch this, Bradster, I am going to go into it and then give you the chance to join me!" Calvin rammed his massive weapon into the injured pucker and then stood up on the bed on his feet, pulling the pucker upward and giving Brad free access to the hole just like David and Ron had done, except this time the dicks were twice the size. Bruce's little pucker was spread to the max. Calvin gave him a big whiff of poppers and he relaxed. Brad managed to penetrate the sore asshole right under Calvin's bone. Once he was all the way inside, the two jocks started to fuck in harmony. The feeling of another hard cock drove both of them over the edge. This was male bonding in a new dimension. They emptied their loads in the stretched asshole of the new frat boy, shooting again and again. The warmth of the other male body made each of them hotter than during one-on-one sex. It was like a mirror of lust.

They kept shooting loads of cum into the battered pucker. Each explosion of one cock set off a new explosion of the other guy's cock. They had the feeling of being in total possession of this soft and obedient boy with the silky blond hair and the dreamy blue eyes.

They both began to laugh uncontrollably at their fucking prowess. Bruce was suffering and enjoying at the same time. He loved both of them without limits. He was devoted to them even though he did not know which of them he preferred.

All of a sudden, he ejaculated under the pressure of their cocks in his asshole. His ejaculation seemed to know no end. He felt a complete giving in of his self, a complete submission to two super virile studs.

They all caved in and slept for several hours.

When they awoke, Calvin took over the discourse.

"Hey, sister Bruce, how are you this morning?"

No one spoke.

Calvin took Bruce tenderly in his arms and kissed him sweetly. "Listen, slut, we know that Philip and Steve have vowed to be your protectors. We need you to cash in on those vows, babe, for us. Now, listen to this. Brad dude and I want you to have a little cunt to jock talk with them. You are the fuckin cunt, babe. They are the fuckin jock. We are going to reform this fraternity into a house of fun for us all, got that?"

Bruce just nodded. He knew that he was about to become the most fucked object of the group.

"Some of these guys have got to learn who is the alpha male here and some of them have to learn to be cunts when their time is on, babe," Calvin explained. "You are our cunt, babe. And you accept that pretty well, though I'd like to see Steve sucking your dick while you are in drag. He is so fucking naïve. I bet that he wouldn't even check the fact that I would be dicking his hick asshole while he was sucking you."

Bruce was fascinated by the attention of this hard, handsome stud. How was he going to fulfill all of Calvin's desires?

Calvin carefully held Bruce in his arms. "Listen, slut, Brad and I know that you got Philip and Steve to pledge loyalty to you. You are a conniving little cunt and we know it. You are going to help us keep the rest of the frat house happy while you entertain our stud dicks, got it? You are going to be dicked day and nite by the cream of this frat house, Calvin the Basketball Champ and Brad the Football Wannabee. Shit, chick, I know he looks hot, but he is second ring. I am number one in my field. But that is beside the point. I have to share you with him. But no other fuckin dicks are gonna get into that tite little hole, got it?! No Philip, no Steve, no Max... You are our fuckin hole! But we know that you got them to sign off on you. So, here's the plan, pumpkin. You are going to appeal to Steve and Philip to help us get Max, Don and Sam to be the new dames here in the frat house. All of them are prime material. Actually, I wanna fuck Sam up the fuckin butthole some day but that is not your concern. Listen babe. You have no choice."

Bruce understood what his role would be.

Next: Chapter 4


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