Bill Joins a Fraternity

By Mark Stout

Published on Nov 22, 2020

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My name is Bill.

I'm a college freshman about to go on break for Christmas and New Year's.

During high school I was bisexually intimate with my friends Richard and Betty; it hurt to leave them behind, but the three of us attend different colleges. We got together over Thanksgiving and will again the day after Christmas, but this is not their story.

When I started, I spent very little time in the dorms before finding a fraternity where I felt at home. The name of the fraternity, or even my school, isn't important here but it's known on campus as "The Gay Fraternity". The fact that I identify as bi hasn't seemed to bother anybody.

A basic rule my friends and I established when we were about fifteen was that each of us should get off at least once if the three of us were together, and I've set an informal goal of getting off once a day while I'm in college. I love Richard and Betty, but we never promised celibacy to each other; in fact, none of us would've considered it. I joined a "gay" frat in an effort to avoid long-term relationships; I want to still be available to Richard and Betty after I finish college. The danger of ending up in a long-term relationship with a guy is in the back of my head; my logic has a weakness there.

This fraternity's initiation was to have one guy fuck my ass while I fucked another guy. I asked that condoms be used, and I asked if a fourth guy could put his dick in my mouth while this was going on. The guys were ready to accept me as a full member when I made those requests.

Less than a week later we had a boring housekeeping and administrative meeting; myself and most of the guys showed up barefoot, wearing shorts and tee shirts. I sat on one of the many love seats in the main lounge, and a guy I'd barely talked to sat down sideways with his bare feet on my lap.

Maybe he was being funny, maybe he thought I'd push them away. I determined that he probably just got out of the shower, so my first instinct was to just hold his ankles and feet casually, like we did this all the time. As the meeting progressed I volunteered to fix a wall that needed patching and asked about cleaning up an unloved kiddie pool out back, which seemed to make those present happy. By the end of the meeting I realized that I was giving my new friend a foot massage.

After the meeting we were the last two in the room. I finally gave my new friend a good look in the face, and found him smiling back at me. "Let's go", he said, and took me to his room by the hand. As soon as we got in the door, he closed it, we took each other's shirts off and started making out. I could hear both of us breathing through our noses, our toes were touching and I could feel our dicks hardening through our shorts.

Frank, my new friend, gently broke us apart eventually, and said, "What do you wanna do?"

I took a second to catch my breath and think about my answer. I first held up one finger. "I want us to suck each other, and..." "Yes?", Frank asked. "I want us to finger each other's asses", I finished, holding up a second finger. "Ooh!", Frank looked like he'd won something. I took that as agreement.

We were naked in bed within two minutes. I ran my fingers over his toes one more time, then took stock of his dick. I still had the impression that he'd just taken a shower before the fraternity meeting; everything was clean and fresh. I sucked my index finger for a second, and then let it look for his butt hole; I heard Frank sharply take in a breath when my finger started exploring. While that was going on, I took the head of Frank's dick into my mouth.

Frank wasn't far behind, in terms of progress. His mouth took my dick first, and then I felt his finger feeling my crack. Since my mouth was full, I couldn't make any noise but it was a neat feeling.

Considering my experiences in high school, I'd never done the "finger in the butt" thing with anyone but myself, and that only a few kinds. My friends and I got ready for our first times with dildos, so we didn't need to do anything with our fingers. This was a new thing for me.

Getting a blowjob and giving one was an old favorite by now, and I particularly liked Fred's "shower fresh" dick. We were hard when we started, and our fingers were driving us towards our goal pretty quickly. I didn't know how experienced Frank was, but he seemed to know what he was doing. I was enjoying what he was doing to my dick and I liked his dick in my mouth. The size of Frank's dick seemed like what I was used to.

I don't know how long it took, but I felt like I was coming first, and Frank came soon after. I pulled my head back to make room for his come in my mouth; I learned that trick long ago.

We kissed to clean up the come from our faces, than we cuddled, giggled and rested a bit. When I caught myself nodding off, I made myself get up.

"I'll see you again?", Fred said hopefully. "I'm sure of it", I said, and then explained that I'm something of a free agent as long as I'm at college.

= = = =

I'm on swim team, and my course work kept me busy. I was intent on keeping grades up and being able to hold a good-paying job after college. One side-effects of this were that I didn't always have time to look up some frat brother that was game for sex every single day; sometimes I was ready for sleep right after supper. Another side-effect was that I lost track of time, and during the first week of October when I looked up from an Applied Physics book to see five guys at my door, I had to be told that I'd been in the fraternity for a month, and had passed my probation period.

"What happens when you pass your probation period?", I asked. "You get access to the basement!", our beloved Leader said, still grinning. I closed my book and followed them, expecting a dark room with a sump pump in a corner.

It was kinda dark, not from indifference but because some designer thought that dark would suit a dungeon well. An art school would've done a medieval theme, but I go to an engineering school, so the walls were plain, just black. All of the focus was on the Machine in the middle of the room. The frame had been a bench press. The seat back was what you might expect, but there were two seat pads, one for each leg. A dildo was mounted to a piston, and I thought I'd seen this kind of thing on the internet.

I cracked a grin. "I've seen this on the internet. A motor spins a crank that pushes the dildo in and out of your ass, right?"

"Wrong, my innocent friend", answered our Leader. "This is the first fucking machine with a linear actuator, hydraulic in fact, though I don't think that matters." I looked at him in surprise. "An Arduino controls it. We programmed it with levels of speed and penetration, smooth transitions, and a pattern based on a sensual massage book. This machine will start gently making love to you, bring you to plateaus and valleys of excitement and relaxation, and then finally bring you to a climax, through your prostate, in exactly ten minutes. Every time."

I stopped to think about that. "Only one in the world?", I asked.

"Just the first. Our sister sorority has one that they can adjust depending on if they want it in the pussy or the ass. If any of our brothers graduated and then built one in their homes, we might not know about it. It's about five years old, but we keep it in new condition. We always use a condom with it to keep the dildo easy to clean."

I found myself grinning again. Frank spoke up. "Ready to take it for a spin?", he asked.

Ten seconds later, my shorts, skivvies and tank top were on the floor. Two minutes later I was strapped in place so that the machine didn't push me away instead of fucking me. I could've reached the releases if I'd wanted to, so this wasn't the kind of helplessness of a true bondage device.

I couldn't see how the boys were lining up the ram so it would enter my ass properly, so I just had to trust their engineering skills. The first thrust was slow; it took ten seconds to enter me while they watched the machine and my face intently. I can't imagine what my face must've looked like; the dildo felt smooth and a bit bigger than person or dildo I'd taken as of that date.

"How does that feel?", Leader asked. "Full!", I answered. "It hit my prostate right at the end." "Is the angle okay?" "The angle is perfect." Leader looked at someone behind me and said, "Start the program".

The start was disappointing and boring; maybe going in and out two inches, about one stroke per second. The five guys who'd brought me downstairs stripped and sat on an old black leather couch against the wall and started lazily stroking themselves. If this machine had been really tearing me up, I probably wouldn't have noticed them at all. Five guys can't share a couch without touching; they were tight up against each other's asses, most with an arm around the next guy because shoulder-to-shoulder wouldn't fit. After a minute I noticed that they were using the pace of the machine to time their strokes.

I was about to comment, about how weak the machine was or how they were timing their stroking, when the machine started to gradually speed up its pace and start stroking my ass a little deeper.

Frank cracked a grin. "It just starts slow. I promise you'll come at the ten minute mark". I nodded and decided to keep my mouth shut.

The machine only sped up a little, then slowed down, but not as slow as before, and there was a series of fast and slow segments. One seemed that it might be the final, but then it slowed again, then one that was faster and deeper, that turned out to be not the final. The slower part after that second, um, "not final", ended with a long slow buildup that became an inhuman fucking; I was later told that it was ten thrusts per second and as deep as the original builders, all now graduated, considered safe.

When the machine slowed to a stop, I had come all over myself. I don't even know if I had an erection anymore when it happened. I opened my eyes and started unstrapping myself, and saw that my brothers had come all over themselves, too.

Leader told me that long before the machine was designed, the rhythm was put into a computer and played like a metronome, and turned out to be a good thrust timer for couples having sex or even one guy jerking off.

Once we were all showered and dressed again and the couch was cleaned up, we all went in to have pizza delivered, and it was while we were waiting on the pizza that I got some more background on "The Machine". I found out that guys now used it about once a month; some guys had never used it a second time. The house is full of horny guys that can give you skin-on-skin contact and some emotional connection; the machine is always too perfect; it will get you off in ten minutes, every time, but it can't make our or play with your nipples or surprise you with a finger in your ass or a toe suck; it will always be the same.

It's still something everybody should experience once.

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