Dude You Had My Cock in Your Mouth Chapter 10
"DUDE, YOU HAD MY COCK IN YOUR MOUTH!" ©
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Characters:
Bradley van der Meer | Caucasian; Age 22; Straight, light brown hair; Blue eyes; 6' 4"; 200 lbs.; University Senior; President -- Pi Kappa Epsilon (PIΚΕ); Starting QB -- University Football team
Jon Swenson | Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, neck-length, light blonde hair; Blue eyes; 5' 10"; 160 lbs.; University Sophomore; Secretary-Treasurer -- PIΚΕ Social Cmte.; High School Football QB & Baseball
Kevin Striklin | Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, medium length, black hair -- shaggy bangs; Blue eyes; 6' 2"; 170 lbs.; University Sophomore; Member -- PIΚΕ; High School Football & Wrestling
Taylor Harris | Caucasian; Age 21; Straight, neck-length, dark, blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6' 2"; 180 lbs.; Striking resemblance -- young Tom Brady; University Senior; Vice President -- PIΚΕ; RB -- University Football team
Tanner Harris | Caucasian; Age 17; Straight, neck-length, dark, blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6'; 160 lbs.; Like his older brother, striking resemblance -- young Tom Brady; Calhoun Academy (All-Boys, private school) Senior; QB -- Football team; Pitcher -- Baseball
Todd Dreyer | Caucasian; Age 21; Curly, blonde hair; 6' 2"; Blue eyes; 170 lbs.; University Senior; Member -- PIΚΕ; Rower -- University team
Colin Miller | African-American; Age 20; Short, curly, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 4"; 200 lbs.; University Junior; Boarding School Football & Baseball
Matt Jensen | Caucasian; Age 20; Short, white-blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6' 1"; 160 lbs.; University Junior; Secretary -- PIΚΕ; Wrestler -- University Wrestling team
Luke Jost | Caucasian; Age 21; Curly, brown hair; 6' 2"; Brown eyes; 170lbs.; University Senior; Treasurer -- PIΚΕ; Football (Sidelined) University team
Ryan Cook | Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, light auburn hair; Blue eyes; 6' 0"; 160 lbs.; University Sophomore; Member -- Tau Kappa Epsilon (TKE); High School Football & Baseball
Dylan d'Abaco | Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, black hair -- shaggy bangs; Dark brown eyes; 6' 0"; 170 lbs.; Olive completion (Italian); University Sophomore; Member -- TKE; Rugby -- University team
Chase James | Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, dark blonde hair; Light gray-green eyes; 6' 1"; 175 lbs.; University Sophomore; Member -- TKE; Rugby -- University team; Boarding School Rugby
Mason Alexander | Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, brown hair; Brown eyes; 5' 11"; 160 lbs.; University Sophomore; Member -- PIΚΕ; High School Football & Basketball
Chris Flynn | Irish-American descent; Age 19; Straight, dark auburn hair; Gray eyes; 6' 1"; 165 lbs.; University Sophomore; Member -- PIΚΕ; High School Football & Basketball
Tyler Harmon | Caucasian; Age 20; Neck-length, straight brown hair; Hazel eyes; 6' 2"; 175 lbs.; High School Football (RB) & Baseball
Dave Lembi | Caucasian; Age 20; Straight, blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6' 1"; 170 lbs.; High School Football & Baseball
Tyrese Lundsford | Biracial (Black/Asian); Age 22; Short, curly, black hair; Brown, Asian-shaped eyes; 6' 3"; 225 lbs.; University Senior; Vice President -- Alpha Phi Alpha (Ice Cold Brothas); TE -- University Football team
Darnell Ramsey | African-American; Age 21; Short, curly, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 5"; 210 lbs.; University Senior; President -- Alpha Phi Alpha (Ice Cold Brothas)
Deshawn Davis | African-American; Age 20; Short, curly, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 3"; 190 lbs.; University Junior; Active -- Alpha Phi Alpha (Ice Cold Brothas)
Trevon Whiteley | African-American; Age 20; Short, curly, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 6"; 215 lbs.; University Junior; Active -- Alpha Phi Alpha (Ice Cold Brothas)
Jonah Erickson | Caucasian; Age 18; Curly, blonde hair; Blue eyes; 5' 11"; 155 lbs.; University Freshman; High School Basketball & Baseball
Officer Trey Douglas | African-American; Age 23; Short-fade, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 3"; 190 lbs. Lives with Victoria Sprouse with whom he has one child. Has an ex-girlfriend with whom he has two children.; Rookie police officer on City Police Dept.
Officer Akihiro Takahashi | Japanese-American descent; 26; Short, straight, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 0"; 165 lbs. Married, with two children.; Rookie police officer on City Police Dept.
Officer Justin O'Hare | Irish-American descent; 23; Crew-cut, medium red hair; Pale blue eyes; 6' 2"; 175 lbs. Married to Kristi and expecting their first child.; Rookie police officer on City Police Dept.
Jeff Sorenson | Caucasian; 33; Slicked-back, blonde hair; Blue eyes, 5' 11"; 160 lbs. Married, with a two-year old girl and a 5-year-old boy; Attorney at the law firm representing the business interests of Kevin Striklin's father
Wade Johansen | Caucasian; 31; Short, dark auburn-brown hair with long, shaggy bangs and a thick, 5" beard; Dark brown eyes; 6' 4"; 215 lbs.; Heavily muscled. Married and divorced three times, with (at least) five children (of which he's aware).; Convicted felon: Aggravated rape, Statutory rape, Armed robbery, Possession and sale of Class 2 and 3 drugs
Logan Johansen | Caucasian; 18; Short, dark auburn-brown hair with long, shaggy bangs; Dark brown eyes; 6' 3"; 190 lbs.; Heavily muscled.; University Freshman; Pledge -- Pi Kappa Epsilon (PIΚΕ); Wrestler -- University Wrestling team; High School Football & Wrestling; Summer Amateur Boxing; Younger brother of criminal Wade Johansen
Brendan Penner | Caucasian; 22; Straight, light-brown hair; Brown eyes; 6' 5"; 200 lbs.; University Senior; WR -- University Football team
Trent Lockridge | Caucasian; 21; Blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6' 4"; 190 lbs.; University Junior; Backup QB -- University Football team
Zach Lembi | Caucasian; 18; Long, light-blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6' 0"; 165 lbs.; University Freshman; Pledge -- Pi Kappa Epsilon (PIΚΕ); High School Football & Baseball; Younger brother of Dave Lembi (from Jon Swenson's hometown)
Cameron Sprouse | Caucasian; Age 18; Short, straight, blonde hair; Brown eyes; 6'; 175 lbs.; High School Football, Basketball, & Baseball
Caleb Sprouse | Caucasian; Age 16; Short, straight, light brown hair -- long bangs; Brown eyes; 5' 9"; 145 lbs.; High School Junior; High School Lacrosse
Carver Sprouse | Caucasian; Age 13; Straight, medium-length, blonde hair; Brown eyes; 5' 9"; 135 lbs.; 8th Grade; Junior High Soccer, Basketball, & Baseball
Victoria Sprouse | Caucasian; Age 36; Long, straight, blonde hair; Blue eyes; 5' 9"; 120 lbs.; Barbie doll figure; Mother to Cameron, Caleb, Carver, and Officer Douglas' baby boy
Jeff Sprouse | Caucasian; 36; Dark blonde hair; Blue eyes, 5' 11"; 160 lbs. Divorced; Father of the Sprouse boys; Partner at a regional law firm
Finn Michelsen | Caucasian; Age 17; Short, straight, light brown hair; Gray eyes; 5' 11"; 155 lbs.; High School Junior; High School Soccer & Baseball
-- Chapter 10 --
"Is Dad in? ...Jeff Sprouse?" Caleb asked Marie, the young receptionist at Callen, Lautner, & Sprouse Law Firm on the 15th floor of the Neely Building downtown. Over the years, he and his brothers had been told not to disturb their father at the office, as the firm served many important clients, etc., etc. A couple of years ago, Carver broke the rule and was grounded for two weeks. However, Caleb felt he had nowhere else to turn: his dad had to protect him from that monster living in their house. Having taken two buses, there the handsome, young jock stud, with a duffle bag in each hand and his backpack stuffed to the point of near explosion. Being five degrees outside with a windchill of minus two, Caleb's pale cheeks flushed red by the weather, and his long, dark blonde hair was full of static electricity from the knit cap he'd been wearing.
The 21-year-old receptionist almost immediately began experiencing the same warm, moist feeling down there she had whenever she was with her stud-fiancé ...and a couple other dudes on the side, unbeknownst to him. (W-e-l-l, he was in lockup for a while, and Marie had needs ...a l-o-t of needs, mostly on the `baser' side.) She wore a short skirt (which, previously, she'd been asked not to wear) and a tight, low-cut sweater (which she'd also been advised not to wear). The thing is the clients seemed smitten with her, so the partners didn't press the matter too much. Besides, Marie had already seduced a lonely, depressed Jeff Sprouse multiple times recently, so she had him in her pocket.
"Well," Marie began, "he's actually at the courthouse now, but he should be back in an hour or so, I imagine. I'm afraid I have to ask for some identification, handsome." Marie turned on her charm, flirting with the young man.
Caleb couldn't help blushing and smiling, and, after the morning he'd experienced, his growing erection seemed to somehow reassure the young jock of his sexuality. Caleb set his bags down and dug his wallet out, handing her his driver's license.
"This pic doesn't do you justice!" the slender brunette exclaimed. "You're f-a-r more handsome in the flesh...Caleb. What a nice name, too!" Marie flirted, as Caleb looked down grinning--his dimples adding to his beauty. The boy mumbled a quiet `thank you', unaccustomed to such overt flirting.
"I'm not allowed to let anyone in his office when he's not here," Marie stood, pulling on her sweater showing more cleavage, "but let me show you to a conference room instead. Okay?" She picked up the phone, asking the girl in the mailroom to watch the desk for a while, grabbed her clutch, and started down the hall with Caleb in tow.
Caleb studied the slender, attractive receptionist, with her short, tight skirt and sexy wriggle. Yeah, things were getting back to normal, and, surely, his dad would take him in.
"Here we go!" Marie said brightly, leading Caleb into the last conference room on the right. She held the door for the sixteen-year-old carrying the heavy bags and closed it as he set them down behind her. He swung the heavy backpack off, setting it down as well, and began taking off the dark blue, down coat. "Let me help you with that," the pretty brunette offered, helping the teen out of his coat and hanging it in the corner. Caleb stood awkwardly next to a chair, as the receptionist made her way back, smiling coyly. At 5' 6", Marie stood a couple inches shorter than Caleb, as she positioned herself inches in front of the young jock. The gorgeous brunette skimmed her hands across Caleb's pecs, asking, "So...are you just coming back from a skiing trip or something?? You look so buff and pumped!"
"N-no, nothing like that," Caleb answered, blushing scarlet. He reached around her, putting his hand on the back of a chair as though to pull it away from the conference table.
"Oh, no, silly! Let's sit over here on the sofa. It's more comfortable," Marie blocked him. She smelled a virgin ...a teen virgin, and this one was so hot! Caleb sat in the middle of the sofa, followed by Marie, nearly in his lap. Kicking off her heels, she sat facing him, with her legs on the sofa and her arm around his neck.
"Well, what's with all the luggage then? May I ask? Are you going somewhere?" the buxom receptionist pried.
In the moment, Marie seemed all tits to the teen, having them practically in Caleb's face. She stroked the back of his head, running her fingers through the long, soft hair.
"I ... I'm kind of hoping I can live with Dad," Caleb mumbled, looking down on the full, succulent orb.
Before he could explain further, the pretty brunette pulled Caleb's face down into her cleavage, petting his hair. "Oh-h-h, you poor boy! You're running away from home! I'm so-o-o sorry things aren't working out there!"
Caleb winced hearing his plight described in childish terms, not to mention being called `boy'. `If only she knew the reasons w-h-y I got the hell out of there!' he thought. These were all fleeting thoughts, however, what with his teen nose being buried between her large breasts. Behind the course fabric of his low-cut jeans and their hard, unforgiving metal zipper, Caleb's hardness ached awkwardly and painfully. Then, while Marie gripped his head against her tits with one hand, she groped his meat with the other.
One minute, Caleb heard the hot receptionist pant, "Let me make you feel better. You're such a beautiful stud. Don't worry, I'm not looking for anything. I've got a fiancé," and the next minute, she'd slithered down to the carpet between his knees.
It was all so quick ...so unbelievable! `Wait `til I tell Logan about this!!' Caleb thought.
A whore at heart, Marie had the buttons of the young jock's jeans popped open in seconds, ordering him to raise his butt whereupon she yanked them and his briefs, down to his ankles--freeing, with much relief, Caleb's throbbing five-and-a-half-inch penis. "Beautiful boy has a beautiful cock," she purred, wrapping her fingers around its base. Leaning forward, the sexy, young woman stopped short, warning the first-timer, "Don't touch my hair. Okay? I won't have time to fix it." Speechless, Caleb eagerly nodded, watching as her head descending onto his meat. Her long, soft, brown hair fanned across his groin and hips, thrilling the young virgin. The girl's soft, delicate fingers felt so-o-o very different from the thick, rough, callused fingers of Logan and Trey.
Oh, no... there was that name. Caleb tried blocking it, but flashbacks of the young cop's long, sexy legs and his huge, black python flashed before his eyes, followed by images of his handsome face. `Why did he have to be such an asshole??' Caleb thought, followed on its heels by, `What do I mean?? Would I have let him fuck me if he weren't an asshole??' He felt his erection slipping and tried conjuring his girlfriend, Ashley instead ... which only served to bring forth the subject of cheating ... which then made him realize he'd already cheated by sucking Logan's mammoth cock. `What a beautiful cock!!' Caleb thought, as his erection was no more.
`Oh, god!! Oh, no!!!' Caleb thought--more embarrassed and ashamed than he'd ever been in his whole life! `No! No! No! No! This can't be happening!!!' There is quite possibly nothing more humiliating to a teen than to reveal your most intimate body part to another and for it to fail the first time out-of-the-barn.
Marie tried pumping it back to life, but it was useless. She looked up into his frightened eyes with kindness and offered, "I came on too strong. I shouldn't have tried to fuck you here in your dad's office. That's what spooked you, right? ...in here, like this?"
In shock, Caleb couldn't answer. He looked away, fearing this beautiful girl might see the tears welling in his eyes.
"Hey!" Marie jumped back on the sofa, grabbing his chin, "Caleb, this happens sometimes--more than you think! Listen, I really should get back up front before they come looking for me." She handed him a business card from her clutch on the back of which she'd written her cell number. "Don't tell your dad about this. Okay? I'd like to see you again--nothing serious, mind you! I just think you're really hot, and I'd love knowing I've got your cum floating around inside me. Also, this one guy I see occasionally--he's a cop--I'm pretty sure he'd be into a three-way." She winked.
"A cop??" Caleb panicked, "Who?" The question flew out before he realized its indiscretion.
Marie saw fear in the boy's eyes. Coupled with the luggage, she ventured, "Are you in some trouble with the Law, Caleb? ...shoplifting, maybe??"
"No, sorry. I shouldn't have asked," Caleb corrected himself.
Marie paused, considering the situation. She didn't know whether to believe the sixteen-year-old, so she decided to offer her stud's name...just in case Caleb was, in fact, in trouble. The hot receptionist wanted badly to fuck the boy, but she also wanted to avoid any potential awkward scenes with her trick. "His last name's O'Hare. Tall, 6' 2". Medium red hair. Sound familiar?"
"No. Like I said, I'm not in any trouble," Caleb asserted.
"Oh, good!" Marie brightened. "He's of Irish descent, as you probably guessed. And he really knows how to fuck, believe me! And, uh..." Marie leaned in, whispering in the teen's ear, "I'm certain he'd teach you a thing or two--if you're into it." Then, she added in a normal voice, "But that's up to you. I'm just sayin'. Nothing to fear from him. Okay, pull your pants up; I need to get back up front."
Caleb stood, pulling up his designer jeans, but looking confused, he asked, "But I thought you said you had a fiancé? This cop? ...what's he?"
Marie sighed then tried explaining, "Okay, I'm engaged to a dude in lockup, but your dad's trying to get him out. He owes me a favor. It's nothing serious; my fiancé is "accused" of rape. He can get rough sometimes, but big deal, right?? You may have seen it on the news: he's Wade Johansen. He's so-o-o fucking hot, too!!!" Pausing, she looked Caleb up-and-down, then added, "He'd fuckin' eat you alive, jock-boy!! ...a stud as hot as you! And, believe ME--whether you're straight, bi-, or gay, you've be a fuckin' s-l-a-v-e to that cock after one night!!! I'd do anything for that stud!!" Marie's eyes looked lost in bliss, far-away, as a certain wetness seeped into her panties.
Caleb tried not looking shocked by the Johansen name, as he asked, "What kind of favor does Dad owe you?"
Marie smiled coyly, winking in reply, then leaned up, kissing the teen on the cheek. She walked to door, turned, and added, "Your dad is wonderful in every way. Remember, not a word." Then she was gone.
Caleb slumped back into the sofa stunned. `Well...at least, that proves Trey is a big, fuckin' liar!!!' he thought innocently.
One thing leads to another, and this was certainly true in this case. Of course, Mr. Sprouse's sex with Marie was driven by his falling victim to Trey's manipulation (and exceptional looks)--an attempt to reassert his straight sexuality. A-n-d... having sex with Marie resulted in his representing a client Jeff would never have represented in a million years, leaving attorneys across the state utterly bewildered by his actions. Why would one of the state's best, most promising attorneys would besmirch his reputation and record by representing someone with Wade Johansen's criminal record in such an open-and-shut case...especially since many in political circles had hopes of recruiting him to run for State Attorney General. The effect this case could have on women voters might be catastrophic ...at least until photos of the exceptionally handsome, 31-year-old Viking began appearing regularly in news reports (along with anatomical descriptions of his impressive cock).
In fact, who knows about these cases? They can go either way--or even be dismissed, depending...
* * * * * * * *
"What d'ya mean you can't jack me off anymore??" Logan checked his anger, whispering loudly.
Zach sat on the bed wearing only a black, lace thong (as per the instructions from his Big Brother), looking down at the floor, dying of embarrassment and not a little intimidated by his bro's strong personality. "W-e-l-l... it's just gotten... It's gotten a little strange for me. You know??"
Logan, who'd been standing nude directly in front of his blonde friend--his mighty, 12-inch cock hard, bouncing in the air, eager for attention--sat down uncomfortably close to Zach, draping his heavy arm around his bro's neck. The satiny feeling of his friend's long, blonde hair, serving as a barrier between the young Viking stud's arm and Zach's neck, produced the evening's first, large, clear bubble of pre-seed from the eye of the magnificent phallus. From the corner of his eye, Zach watched as a second belch from the seductive eye forced the first bubble out, cascading slowly over the underside of Logan's mesmerizing cockhead. Zach's nostrils flared, unwittingly inhaling his frat bro's essence, as the heavy, sedating musk radiated from Logan's dense, dark auburn pubes below. As the scent went through him, Zach's eyelids felt heavy, closing and hiding his upward rolling eyes. The blonde's downcast face hid all this as well as the subsequent, unconscious sneer forming, as Zach's nostrils flared again inhaling more of the young Viking stud's seductive scent.
"Dude, what's got into you??" Logan began, pulling the blonde head into his chest. Needing to balance himself, each of Zach's hands landed on Logan's warm, heavily muscled thighs. "You k-n-o-w how I count on you to help me; otherwise, I'll never be able to get to sleep! I've explained that, since I began producing seed, I've always had some sort of physical contact on a daily basis to help me! Either I get some pussy, or someone helps me get off ...in some way. If this doesn't happen, b-r-o! you don't wanna see me! I get crazy! I can't explain it! I don't know whether it's because of a-l-l the thick, white cum these big balls constantly produce or if it's because of this giant cock I'm cursed with! That's what it is, you know?!--a curse! I can't h-i-d-e a hard-on like most men! ...like 99.999% of men!"
With Zach's face pulled flat against the top of his chest, Logan felt the blonde jock's hot, moist breath across his collar bone. He had no doubt he could force Zach into submission...were they not inside a house full of frat dudes. Given this, Logan had to use all his powers of seduction instead; besides, unlike his adopted brother, he liked handsome, blonde frat-bro.
Although he couldn't see the giant cock now--with his face hugged tightly against Logan's chest--Zach certainly felt the huge, gooey thing, hypnotically rubbing its sticky head across his upper abs. Logan's deep voice and warm scent filling his brain, Zach had the bizarre desire to go down on the beautiful, commanding phallus--taking Logan's superior seed inside his mouth ... but then, shameful memories of sucking Matt's cock flashed behind Zach's closed eyelids. He'd managed avoiding the wrestler until yesterday, when he ran into Matt coming out of the showers. The hot, university jock pressed his lips tightly together, glaring straight ahead, without even nodding or otherwise acknowledging the pledge. `No', Zach determined, `Never again. No way could he e-v-e-r jack another man off! ...even Logan, who he'd a-l-ready "helped" several times now'.
"C-o-m-e on, bro!" Logan pleaded, whispering into his buddy's clean-smelling hair. "You've got to help me out! I'll fuckin' go crazy here! Dude, you've got the touch! ...the gift! Your hands know just the right..."
"No!" Zach yelled, and twisting out from Logan's hold, he stood looking with panicked eyes down on his friend ...really, his best friend ever.
"Sh-h-h," Logan reminded the sexy blonde standing before him in a woman's black, lace thong, failing completely to hide Zach's hard, fat cock stretching above its skimpy waistband.
"No, we can't do this anymore, Logan," the surfer-boy asserted, looking close to tears.
Standing, Logan hugged his hot, blonde friend. "You're right, dude. I'm sorry. I shouldn't be asking this of you, bro," Logan apologized. The big, Viking cock rubbed seductively against its smaller counterpart, causing Zach's legs to feel like rubber and a deep groan to well from within. Logan felt his friend's muscular but smooth arms grip tighter, as the surfer-boy's bass groan reverberated against his broad chest.
"We just can't...you know?" Zach's lips moved against his friend's thick, muscular neck, and he felt the humongous cock throb against his abs, releasing more warm goo which slid slowly over his own hard cock.
Logan rubbed his friend's back, assuring his friend he understood. "It's o-kay, dude. I get it." They stood there--naked and near-naked--with Zach hugging Logan for support and the other rubbing up-and-down his surfer-friend's muscular back. Slowly_...subtly,_ the Viking stud's hands inched lower-and-lower--so subtly that, after a bit, they rubbed up-and-down the `V' of Zach's back exclusively.
"It's just," Logan began, pausing then continuing, "It's just that it's so-o-o hard on me, seeing you in these fuckin' thongs, dude. You've got such a h-o-t, fuckin' ass--and you should consider that a complement, bro, being not many men can say that." Logan grabbed each of Zach's hard, smooth melons in his big paws, mauling them profanely.
If Zach thought his legs felt like rubber earlier, his whole body felt as much now! He pushed weakly against his friend, hoping to stop the aggressive but highly stimulating molestation.
"I've got an idea, dude!" Logan whispered excitedly into the long, blonde hair covering Zach's ear. "All this time, you've more-or-less been the one giving pleasure. How `bout tonight I jack you off??" He pushed Zach to an arm's length distance, gripping his jock-friend by the boy's hard biceps. "C-o-m-e on! This is a great idea!!" Logan assured the less-than-sharp `surfer dude', maneuvering and manhandling Zach onto his bed. "Let me help you, and we both get off! Here, get on all fours ...no, no, on all-fours... and I'll jack you off from behind. I get to look at your amazing, awesome ass, and you get a hand jacking your big cock! It's a win-win!"
Now, having a five-inch hard-on hardly qualifies as `big', especially when there's a 12-inch motherfucker in the room, but it's the kind of charm that bonded Zach to Logan, making him feel `warm' inside whenever they were together, and despite his broad shoulders and impressive muscles, the blonde jock felt sort of weak and `rubbery' around Logan--what with all handsome stud's compliments and words of encouragement. Hell, Logan even helped Zach with his homework, which, not being especially bright, was an extraordinary help to the hot surfer-boy. It was during such times, with Logan sitting so close--typically having his arm over Zach's shoulders, groping the boy's muscles--that the blonde jock zoned-out, feeling `soft' inside, listening to the young Viking-stud's deep baritone.
Logan was a `handsy' dude also, which took Zach some getting used-to in the beginning. Whereas this behavior unnerved the blonde surfer-boy at first, these days, Logan's wandering hands caused Zach to turn inward, zoning-out to all around him. It was commonplace now, whenever they were together with other friends or frat bros, for Logan to rest his hand for the first 10 or 15 minutes in the middle of Zach's back, slowly sliding to the small of his back, where the young Viking-stud's l-o-n-g fingers slipped underneath the low waist of the hot blonde's Diesel jeans, with only Zach's shirt, t-shirt, and (of course) thong separating them from the warm skin beneath. At such times, Zach couldn't speak, feeling Logan's fingers slowly pulling up on his tucked-in shirt. Instead of moving away... instead of jovially shoving Logan away, Zach would stand frozen, like a statue, feeling Logan's long, middle finger rubbing the very top of his crack. His skin tingled under the taboo touch. Back home in the small farming community in which Zach grew up, no dude had ever treated him the way Logan did, bossing him around; indeed, no dude would have ever thought to touch another dude the way Logan did--touching him in the same way Zach touched girls back home. The male-on-male `bonding' (as Zach preferred to think of it) was both dangerous and thrilling, while, at the same time, hypnotizing--signing away control of his body. The blonde surfer-jock struggled to admit to himself he found the young Viking-stud hot, with his flawless face, straight, shaggy-cut, dark auburn hair, and warm, brown eyes. And, once again--tonight--Zach found himself letting Logan manhandle him on top of his bed, being placed in the most vulnerable of positions--his mind and body putty in the young Viking-stud's hands.
For his part, Logan was a bit irritated, having the blonde stud uncharacteristically declining to jack his big log off (as he'd been doing for the past month and a half), but he kept this emotion in check, choosing instead to speed Zach's training along under the ruse of giving surfer-boy pleasure instead. "No, get down on your forearms and keep your face in the pillow," Logan ordered his fellow pledge.
Confused, Zach felt his black, lace thong being yanked down his thighs and his knees lifted, as the skimpy undergarment was pulled down his legs and thrown on the floor. "Why do you have to take them off?" he asked weakly.
"How am I going to jack you off if they're holding your thighs together?" Logan answered logically, shoving the blonde's face roughly into the pillow to smother the moaning he knew would soon follow. "Enough with the talk. Now, let's have some fun!"
Zach's head was still swirling in confusion when the bed dipped and jostled, as Logan climbed-on from its foot--his tree-trunk thighs spreading the blonde's knees further apart. He gripped each of Zach's big, hard mounds in his hands, groping and squeezing them as though he owned them. `What an a-m-a-z-i-n-g ass!!' Logan thought, stretching the two globes apart, revealing the blonde jock's smooth, pink rosebud. Logan's nostrils flared, as the sight triggered a prehistoric lust within the young Viking-stud--instinctual behavior passed from one generation to another, from frosty Norwegian fjords to the PIKE house this night. Weaker men intellectually have always--one way or another--fallen to smarter, more cunning, physically superior men ...always.
As the hot, dumb jock eagerly awaited the hand around his hard cock, he was shoved flat on the bed, as Logan wrapped his powerful arms under-and-around Zach's thick, upper thighs, pulling the big, beautiful globes apart with his large hands. Logan dropped his handsome face into the nearly hairless crevasse--his thick, wet tongue licking up one side of the valley and down the other, before settling on top of the little, pink star. The young Viking-stud made love to the blonde's little flower, licking and sucking the tiny lips, while the surfer-boy thrashed on the bed, moaning like a whore. Logan smacked one of Zach's big, thick mounds, warning the hot blonde, "Keep your face in the fucking pillow unless you want all the guys on the floor in here, wondering which bitch I've got in here tonight!"
Readily complying, Zach spread his legs further apart, until his feet dropped off either side of the twin bed, allowing ample access for Logan's thick, slippery tongue. For Zach, it was déjà vu from the other night, when his pink rosebud blossomed for Matt, as the wrestler slid his tongue in-and-out the tight hole. Sober, the hot, blonde jock didn't understand what either dude saw in his ass; nevertheless, with some trepidation, he was driven to ecstasy with these new, erotic sensations provided their tongues.
Logan lapped feverishly at the sweet, virgin star, while occasionally spitting and trying to spear his tongue between its tight lips. Using the pads of his fingers, he pulled the tiny lips apart, and the rosebud became a little flower offering its sweet nectar to the handsome, dark auburn-haired stud. Something clouded Logan's mind, making it difficult to remember whether he was eating out a chick or Zach. His mind wandered back-and-forth and off again, as the sweet lips and light fragrance overflowed his sensory faculties. Logan's eyes rolled in his head, as his tongue fucked its way ever-deeper inside the little mouth. He raised his flawless face above Zach's big, fat globes, growling lowly, "This is some CUNT you got here between your legs, bitch! You hear me?? ...one sweet, juicy PUSSY!"
Zach groaned into the pillow, not especially pleased to hear his ass being referred to in those terms but too lost in this erotic adventure to argue about it.
"Hand me your lube. I wanna finger-bang this pussy," Logan ordered.
At this point, you'd have thought Zach would've seen the red flags, but, as I've said, the blonde jock wasn't the sharpest pencil in the drawer, being near orgasm on top of this. He reached down beside his bed, and grabbing the bottle, he passed it back to his `best friend ever'.
Logan lapped and slobbered on the blonde jock's smooth star--his nose filling with the undefinable scent, while he lubed his thick, 12-inch python, whose head was already covered in goo. "On your knees. No, stay on your forearms," he directed the unwitting jock.
Zach shuddered, feeling the cold lube drizzling down between his large mounds, groaning into the pillow--wet from his own drool--as he felt Logan's long, thick middle finger pushing inside his secret place. Logan pushed slowly, at first, until the finger was fully inside the hot, tight hole. The long digit, probing uncomfortably inside his ass, left Zach wondering what his studly friend was up to ...but he didn't have to wait long to discover, though, as Logan's finger began rubbing back-and-forth over a hard nut inside the orifice. At first, it felt...strange... but the feeling gradually morphed to highly erotic, with Logan twisting his finger up-and-down inside the blonde jock's ass. Occasionally, the hot, dark auburn-haired stud would pull his finger out, leaving Zach feeling empty while Logan re-lubed his magic finger. Thrusting and twisting his finger inside his ass, rubbing over the hard thing inside, Zach decided the nut must be directly wired to the pleasure centers in his brain. `Logan is so-o-o fucking smart', he thought to himself, thrashing on the pillow, clutching fistfuls of bedding in his hands tightly, arching his sweet ass higher in the air.
Then, it was two ...then, three fingers thrusting up-and-down inside his hot hole, and, due to the surfer-boy carelessly moaning with his face off the pillow, Logan had been forced several times to grab wads of his bro's long, soft, yellow hair, shoving Zach's face back into the pillow.
"Y-e-a-h," the young Viking-stud whispered gruffly, "you've got one s-w-e-e-t, little pussy here, babe. You know that??" The blonde jock merely continued grunting and moaning into the pillow, oblivious to all but the fingers inside his hole. "Y-e-a-h, this cunt has my n-a-m-e on it, bro. You ready to be my bitch, Zachy?? ...be my sweet, little girl??" Logan pulled his fingers from the hot, sucking ass, leaving Zach bewildered ...until he felt his best friend's horse cock pushing up-and-down the narrow valley between his big globes. Because Matt had done the same thing with nothing coming of it, the not-so-sharp jock thought nothing of it now--other than the awesome, erotic sensations overloading his circuits and the recognition he was doing something forbidden with his best bro.
Then, with Logan's powerful hand pushing down between his shoulder blades, Zach realized too late his connection with Logan Johansen was about to change forever, as the hot Viking-stud grabbed his meaty shaft, pressing his big cockhead against Zach's virgin rosebud. "You and I are about to become r-e-a-l bros, Zachy ...so-o-o much closer than just frat bros," Logan whispered seductively. "It'll be o-u-r little secret--just you and me. You want it, stud, I know.. You n-e-e-d my big cock inside you, filling you full of your buddy's seed ...bonding us forever, dude. Push out, bro. Let me in.."
The fat cockhead broached the gate, as Zach screamed into the pillow. Grabbing the blonde's second pillow leaning against the wall, Logan covered Zach's head to further smother the sound. The tight tunnel and pussy-pounder--both being well-lubed--allowed Logan's python to push all the way inside its new home. As he pressed his dark auburn pubes against the smooth mounds, Logan draped himself over Zach's back, pulling the extra pillow away only to have the hot, blonde jock turn his head sideways, pleading to have the massive cock removed from his ass.
Zach's beautiful face was no longer pale but, rather, dark red, scrunched in pain. Tears flowed from his eyes, and his breath was rapid and filled with panic. "Take it out! Take it out! I'm dying!"
"Sh-h-h, sh-h-h," Logan purred into the light blonde hair covering Zach's ears. "Everything's fine. Just try to calm yourself and take some deep breaths."
Interrupting him through his tears, Zach snapped, "That's easy for YOU to say! You don't have a fence post in your ass! Now, take it out!!!"
Reaching down, Logan picked his dirty briefs off the floor and shoved them in Zach's mouth. "Calm down and bite on these. I've been meaning to do laundry for the past three days, so they're probably the next best thing to my cock. You know that KKG, Jenna?" Logan whispered into Zach's ear suggestively, "...the VP of the sorority?? She flirted with me in the Main Library yesterday and ended-up jacking me off in the bookstacks. Can you believe that?? ...a Senior coming onto a fucking Freshman??" Logan paused, laughing. "Anyway, if you suck in the right place, bro, you'll get a little mouthful of what I'm gonna pump into your cunt. Kinda fucked-up, ain't it? ...getting it in both ends from the same person at the same time," Logan chuckled.
Zach sobbed into the briefs, humiliated, in despair, trying one more time to buck Logan off his back, but he was no match for the much stronger wrestler.
"You can fight it, Zachy, but it's only gonna make it so-o-o much worse, dude," Logan advised. "And I'm not pulling out nor is anyone comin' to your rescue. In fact, the more you struggle and the more noise you make, the greater the risk you're gonna end-up in a situation you d-e-f-i-n-i-t-e-l-y don't want to find yourself. Let me paint a picture for you...
"You're just a pledge in a house full of young, horny frat bros, dude. If they bust their way in here, I'm sad to tell you it's so they can have a piece of this Grade AA pussy too. Now... I don't want to share you, and y-o-u, for sure, don't want 147 cocks ruining your sweet, pretty pussy, so it's in everyone's interest for you to calm yourself as best you can and listen to me."
Zach convulsed, sobbing into the pillow, smelling the intimate scent of his best bro. His focus--at this time--however, was on his once virginal asshole, which he never once imagined being broached by anything ...other than the time, back home, when this hot chick on the cheerleading squad, Kim, stuck her finger inside him, while blowing him off. (That, the blonde jock considered was not `a thing'.) Now, with unbelievable pain emanating from his ass, Zach imagined it ripped and bloody--no doubt, in need of surgery. H-o-w would he explain that to his folks, Zach wondered, bringing on another series of convulsive sobbing. In fairness, a small amount of blood--nothing with which to be concerned--mixed with the lube matting Logan's lush pubes rubbing against surfer-boy's sweet, sweet cunt.
The young, handsome Viking-stud pulled the long, light-blonde hair away from Zach's face, so he could rest his full lips directly on his bro's ear, whispering huskily, "You n-e-e-d this Zach. I've known you were into me since the beginning--even if y-o-u still don't realize it. I've seen the way you look at me. I've seen the way you light up when I walk in the room. And I've seen the way you stare at my cock the whole time you jack this fucker off for me, zoning out, licking your lips, inhaling my musk--your nostrils flaring, like you're in a fuckin' rose garden or something. H-e-l-l, you even let me stick my hands down the back of your jeans in front of other dudes! Tell me you don't like that! Tell me you don't like feeling my fingers slipping inside the top of your crack! Whenever I've done it, Zachy, you've stood stone-still and let me ...let me treat you like a chick.
"Don't misunderstand me: I'm flattered--honored, even. You're a hot stud and a way-cool dude." Logan licked in and around Zach's ear, who'd stopped sobbing but who kept his eyes closed, trying to wish himself out of his current predicament. "See, I don't consider this `gay'--when you or other dudes fall for me. It's more like, you need a part of me always with you, joined forever--closer even than brothers. So, in fact, this doesn't make you `gay', dude: it makes you more of a man than most ...even if, to me, you'll always be my `pretty girl'." Logan licked the side of Zach's face, tasting the drying saline on surfer-boy's cheek, as he began slowly grinding against the large, smooth globes, stirring his awesome python inside the less-than-sharp jock. "When I get done with you, dude, you'll be forever jonesing for my cock--now and when you're 40. Trust me. It'll be our little secret, okay? ...something between you and me only."
To be honest, the first fuck that night, for Zach, was anything but pleasurable, and, for that matter, neither was the second fuck. However, by the third fuck around 4 a.m., at least Zach wasn't crying anymore. On his back, he stared lifelessly up at nothing in particular, grunting with thrust of the cock that now owned him. Logan tried kissing him, drilling his thick tongue inside the blonde jock's wet mouth, but there was no reaction, no reciprocation.
By the fourth fuck around 6:30 a.m., there was a noticeable change in Zach. Within himself, he fought a certain `pleasure' he now experienced down there. His ass finally accustomed to Logan's massive cock, hot surfer-boy's eyes rolled in his head every time the big piece of meat rubbed across something inside of him down there, which, of course, was almost constantly. His grunts, while not gone entirely, were replaced for the most part with a low, guttural moaning. The fact he was being fucked like a chick--like he'd done many-a-time with the opposite sex--did not escape him, and, naturally, this humiliated Zach. Still, try as he might, he stared admiringly at Logan's impressive pecs, which he longed to rub and feel but which he kept in check ...or so the hot blonde thought, finding himself rubbing the long, muscular arms on either side of his chest. A big wad of drool slid down the side of Zach's face, as--embarrassed--he quickly dropped his hands to the bed. Throughout this fourth fuck, though, the hot surfer-boy failed to realize he'd, in fact, locked his long legs around Logan's waist--at times, even pushing back on the retreating cock--and, unconsciously, he now thrilled, feeling Logan's soft, lush pubes grinding against his new cunt. When Logan kissed his hot blonde during this fuck, his mouth was invaded by an equally ravenous tongue ...though, afterwards, Zach reasoned what else was he supposed to do?
At 8 a.m., Zach's alarm went off. Logan wasn't in his bed nor anywhere in the room, for which blonde was most grateful. Zach had a class at 9, but, because his ass ached and throbbed, he sat on the side of his bed with his face in his hands, trying to decide whether to go. The door swung open and in walked 6' 3" Logan, naked save for a towel, fresh from the shower. His face and pecs glistened with water as did his shaggy-cut, dark auburn hair, having only been partially blow-dried.
"Hey, babe," Logan strutted to his bed, setting down his kit and dropping the wet towel. Most mornings, the two pledges showered together and anxiously trod downstairs for Mrs. Haskins' extraordinary breakfasts. "I see you're up for breakfast!" Wearing the casually sultry expression, he turned to find Zach staring at his high, round glutes.
The blonde quickly averted his gaze, saying nothing, all-the-time feeling some of his best friend's cum rushing from his ass creating a large, wet area in which he sat. For so many reasons now, Zach couldn't help but recognize Logan's superiority--his perfection above all men, though he simultaneously admonished himself for this thought. Through the corner of his eye, the long-haired surfer-boy saw his friend and nemesis strutting across the room toward him. As Logan's cock was so huge anyway, the difference between its flaccid and aroused states seemed only to be its position: straight-out or hanging down, and Zach could see enough to discern it was bobbing upward. Still keeping his eyes averted...as best he could...the blonde jock's heart beat rapidly, as he felt himself shaking everywhere.
"Hey, are you ready for some breakfast, girl??" Logan asked quietly, now standing directly in front of his newest (albeit reluctant) `enthusiast'. Grabbing a fistful of the long, blonde hair, he pulled backward, tilting Zach's face up and the boy's light blue eyes to meet his own. Then, stooping down, the dark auburn-haired wrestler lifted each of his bro's hands to his thick shaft, whispering seductively, "It's time for worship, Zach. Do your thing and p-r-a-y to me. But first, let's take a moment to breathe your m-a-n in."
With the young Viking-stud immediately in front of him, Zach's head was already swooning from the warm, alluring scent--a scent to which he'd become surprisingly attracted since first jacking his friend off some six weeks previous. However, when Logan pulled his face into the soft, thick pubes next to the massive cock, Zach's eyes rolled in his head while his own cock began hardening. The large hands gripping his head turned the blonde jock's face slowly back-and-forth through the dark auburn pubes and up-and-down against the base of the massive cock in the middle ...and soon, Zach's wet tongue began licking the skin there, eagerly tasting the meat that, just hours before, had been deep inside him, breeding him, like a drunk sorority girl.
"T-h-a-t's it, Zachy. Worship me," Logan purred seductively. "Worship a-l-l of me. Who's your m-a-n, girl?? Who owns your c-u-n-t??" Zach's hands groped the hot stud's hard glutes, as he continued rubbing his nose through the luxuriant pubes--a-l-l on his own now, lost in his friend's scent. Tapping on Zach's head, Logan repeated himself, "I asked you a question. Who's your m-a-n?? Who owns your pretty c-u-n-t now??"
Lost in Logan's warm pheromones, Zach murmured, "You do..."
Logan pushed the blonde jock's head back, snapping, "I can't hear you. Again, who's your m-a-n now?? Who owns that pretty, little c-u-n-t?"
Shaken from his reverie, confusion glazed Zach's eyes. He quickly averting them to the floor, before his head was yanked backward forcing his gaze back into Logan's.
"Who's. your. m-a-n, Zach??" Logan slowly spit. "Who owns the cunt between your legs?? Answer me."
"W-w-hy are you fucking with me, Logan?" Zach stammered. "We're bros, remember?"
The handsome stud pushed Zach back on the bed then quickly lifted him onto the pillow. Before the hot, blonde jock knew what had happened, Logan was lying on top of him, driving his tongue inside Zach's mouth, making love to the boy, and, after a brief moment, Zach found himself hungry for the young Viking-stud--his hands exploring Logan's muscled back while his tongue searched his dominant friend's mouth with as much earnestness as was done unto him. Slobber--Logan's and his own--rolled backward across Zach's fair cheeks, while his legs intertwined with the hairier, hard-muscled legs of the dark auburn-haired wrestler. As erotic a sensation as this was, though, feeling Logan's great python--hard and wet--pressed tightly between their ripped abs made the surfer-boy actually imagine lifting his legs, granting access once again to the young Viking's superior cock.
Over the past few weeks, the blonde jock had slowly grown quite enamored of the hard silkiness of the specimen-sized phallus. Y-e-a-h, at first, he felt really weird jacking another dude's cock, but Logan was his best bro, who'd helped him so-o-o much--not only with school, which was huge in itself, but also with memorizing frat stuff. So, jacking the handsome wrestler's mega-cock seemed an acceptable compromise, even if the gesture wasn't reciprocated (aside from the occasional tug, calculated to lure the dumb jock into a state of security). Gradually, the weird feeling Zach had handling another dude's dissipated, giving way to feelings of respect, admiration, honor, and, yes, even a bit of envy, comparing his measly five and one half-inch penis to Logan's thick, 12-inch log--envy, even when the dark auburn-haired stud got a bit rough with his hair, pulling his face a little too close, so he could cum in Zach's long, blonde hair.
Then, early the previous week--before the incident with Matt--Zach's level of admiration and envy for his roommate's magnificent phallus morphed into a sort of `longing'. After the hung Viking-stud (intentionally) blasted half his load down the left side of Zach's perfect face and turned his back, walking to his side of the room, the killer-hot surfer boy quickly scooped part of it off, sucking the hot goo from his fingers, savoring its nutty flavor before being thrown a towel from across the room. Having tasted another dude's cum for the first time, though, the hot, blonde jock felt nothing but disgust with himself, vowing never to eat cum again--a vow lasting only a handful of days before sucking Matt Jensen's big cock.
Now, Logan lay on top, making love to Zach, fucking with the less-than-brilliant jock's head, but things were about to change. In a strategic maneuver, Logan grabbed a handful of Zach's long, blonde hair, and yanking his bro's head back, the hot Viking-stud spit, "Are these the types of games `b-r-o-s' play, Zachy?? Huh??" Logan's handsome face was hard and intimidating, and Zach felt the huge, now fully-hard member pressing into his abs, unsettling him even further. Exhausted from his near sleepless night, the obvious answer to Logan's direct question, left Zach speechless and frightened.
"Let me rephrase the question, being you seem to be so confused." Logan pulled Zach's left hand onto the thick python pressed between their abs. "Wrap those fingers around my m-a-n-cock! ...or as much of it as you can! Wrap `em or I swear I'll break every fucking finger!" Zach quickly wrapped his fingers around as much of the warm, mammoth cock's girth, leaving over three inches between his thumb and middle finger uncovered. "This cock plowed through that tight hole between your legs F-O-U-R, fucking times last night, pumping so much of my S-E-E-D inside your sweet pussy, it'll be a miracle you're not dropping my babies in nine months! Bet you'd like that, though. Oh-h-h, we're still best bros, dude, `cause I still love you. In fact, I love you even more--more than a soulmate--and, whether you realize it or not, you love me just as much--always have...since you first met me. _Now..._I'm going to ask you again: W-h-a-t do I own, pretty girl??" Logan demanded.
"M-my cu... My cunt," the blonde jock stammered.
"T-h-a-t's right," Logan purred again, patting Zach's cheeks. "When we're alone together, you're gonna be my hot, little whore, doing anything and everything to please me. Are we clear now?"
Zach shook his head `yes', confused and intimidated by his friend.
Logan stood up on his knees on the bed, straddling the blonde jock's chest, slapping Zach's handsome face with his 12-inch slab of meat. "Now, whore yourself on my cock...like I know you n-e-e-d to, girl." Gripping the back of Zach's head, Logan guided his huge cock back-and-forth across the blonde jock's full, parted lips, painting them with his rich, sticky goo. Zach's lips parted a little more, and the fat, spongy head pushed inside onto the warm, silken bed that was his tongue.
* * * * * * * *
It was around 11:15 a.m. when Logan shoved a towel and Zach's shower kit into the blonde jock's hand, dragging him to their door. For a few seconds, Zach was strong enough to prevent the door from opening, pleading with his...'stud'...not to shove him into the haul with cum all over his face and in his hair.
"It's late, dude," Logan purred into surfer-boy's ear. "Everyone makes it downstairs for Mrs. Haskins' breakfasts. You know that, babe! Besides, it's almost lunch. `Most everyone will be headed downtown to eat."
"Maybe, but someone's always in the bathroom! Don't push me out there, Logan!" Zach plead. Then, his foot slipped, allowing the hot, young Viking to push his bro into the hallway ... naked, except that which he held in his hands.
From the far end of the hallway, coming his direction, Zach saw three frat actives, so he quickly pivoted, heading toward the bathroom with his back to them. The actives--each seeing Zach's awesome, hard glutes--immediately began catcalling the pledge: `Look at that a-s-s, boys!' `Oh, babe, let me in that sweet cunt of yours!' `Hey, Lembi, come by my room tonight. Let's get to know each other better! What d'ya say??'
Zach didn't need to look back to know all three were gripping their junk, as they continued their suggestive catcalls, but, fortunately for the blonde jock, just as he neared the bathroom, all three turned at the staircase, heading off to class, laughing amongst themselves, privately aggravated at their uncomfortable erections. For, while these actives were ostensibly straight, all having girlfriends, each of them had visions of sinking their big cocks deep inside Zach Lembi's awesome ass.
* * * * * * * *
At the weekly frat dinner Wednesday evening, Logan worked the somewhat boring job at coat-check, offering to do it on behalf of another pledge with no strings attached, thereby giving the dude an evening to socialize. It was a boring job, as around two-thirds of the actives lived in the house along with all the pledges. Of course, Logan was on the lookout for a blonde with purple, Minnesota Vikings knit cap. (He wasn't absolutely certain of the hair color, due to the basement hallway's dim lighting, but it sure looked like it to Logan.) Active-after-active began filing into the house about a half hour before the dinner--none wearing the purple, knit cap.
Then, about 10 minutes before the dinner, the outside door opened again, allowing the cold, snowy air to rush in around the presence of yet another active living outside the house. A smile crossed Logan's face, as he greeted blonde Jon Swenson wearing a navy blue, down coat and a purple, Minnesota Vikings knit cap. Logan now knew the identity of the fag who'd fucked Taylor Harris--Logan assuming the two were closeted queers.
Naturally, Jon returned the smile, removing his coat then stuffing his cap inside a sleeve, before handing it to the pledge. Taking the proffered coat in his left hand, Logan made an unusual gesture with his right, extending it toward Jon to exchange the secret PIKE handshake, while offering the secret password.
Jon, being one of the most casual frat members, was somewhat thrown off his game by this formality, but the pledge--so much taller than he--had some sort of aura about him that made Jon yielding, giving him a certain softness in the groin. The blonde jock certainly had heard some of the rumors about the Johansen family but suspected most were untrue. Regardless, the pledge had something mesmerizing about him, and, coupled with his being so exceptionally handsome, Jon failed to realize for a moment his cold hand was still being held inside Logan's larger hand. In fact, he had to pull it from the young Viking stud's firm grip.
The whole encounter unnerved Jon a bit, who was now seeing a hot Zeta pledge, Rebecca, for whose wet mouth and soft pussy Jon's cock was quickly becoming accustomed. They were different--Jon and the girl--the latter being far more social and just a teensy bit clingy, however, she was kinky and eager to please the handsome, blonde jock, whose confidence with women had been shaken as a result of the events since Winter Break.
Jon felt guilty, knowing he was using the Zeta pledge for sex. Sure, Becky was hot enough, but the two just weren't clicking somehow--at least, from Jon's perspective. Besides, was it Jon's fault she turned out to be a nymphomaniac? Yet every time he began to feel like his old self, something like the encounter he'd just had with Logan Johansen threw Jon down a spiral of self-doubt. His cock chubbed uncomfortably in his jeans, as the hot, blonde hunk rounded the corner, heading to the dining hall.
As he entered the room, Jon ran right into his former friend, Kevin Striklin, who--since fucking Jon's mouth and ass--had written the blonde jock off as being a faggot, refusing to speak or acknowledge Jon. After all, Kevin had a reputation as a `pussy hound' to uphold, and, if word got out about Jon, the dark-haired stud wanted to avoid `guilt by association'.
Since then, however, Kevin had been party to the taking down of his roommate, Senior Todd Dreyer ... in the wee hours in the darkened corner of the main hall--the same night the great Taylor Harris found his cherry on the boiler room floor. His cock having felt the warm, exquisite sensations of both Jon and Todd's tight, male cunts, Kevin found his eyes wandering more-and-more between both girls' round, pert female breasts and not a few hard, round jock butts, especially at the gym. Moreover, there was the thrill of proving his superiority over other males, since, of course, that's what fucking another dude proved. The `rush' to Kevin's ego was immense, and the resulting power trip really got him off.
Since the infamous night in the darkened corner of the main hall, Kevin had taken advantage of his roommate, Todd, though not without a fight. It was the video taken of himself, drunk and drugged, bent over a table, taking it at both ends, that kept Todd from beating Kevin to a pulp. After all, the curly, blonde-haired jock was two years older and a rower on the university team, with an incredible upper body. Todd "thought" he could bluff his way out of submitting to Kevin, pushing back somewhat violently, but his nemesis was smarter and not without strength and muscle of his own. Besides, being engaged meant Todd had a lot to lose besides his pride, keeping his hands tied from really fighting Kevin. How humiliating it was to be at the mercy of a cock-sure dude two years younger than himself--something Todd clearly picked up from Kevin's verbal abuse.
Then there was Matt Jensen ... innocent, farm boy Matt. How could he not have noticed Matt's amazing glutes before, Kevin questioned himself. What a mighty f-i-n-e ass Matt had--dressed in jeans or in his university wrestling singlet! High on extasy that infamous night in the main hall, Kevin had tried his damnedest to seduce the handsome jock, managing to rattle Matt's cage considerably but failing to take home the kill. Never mind that: Kevin wasn't done with Matt--not by a longshot.
So, by the time of the weekly frat dinner when he ran into Jon, Kevin had significantly changed his tune on the subject of fags. He believed dudes who took cock weren't `real' men, rather, they were something less, who nature made to serve as an outlet for `real' men like himself. These `lesser' men, having a predilection for cock, didn't necessarily k-n-o-w they were fags or that their asses were warm, tight cunts, but it was true all the same. Some, of course, had to brought around to the idea, Kevin believed. The thrill of the hunt for chicks was quickly being surpassed by that for jocks who didn't yet realize they had a certain unmet need. After all, seducing a chick was natural--and easy--for Kevin, but picking out a jock-cocksucker presented itself as a much more challenging type of sport.
Kevin wasn't blind. Over his year and a half bro-ship with Jon, the dark-haired stud clearly recognized his friend was exceptionally good-looking--even, at first, believing him to be a rival for chicks ...that is, until he realized Jon was more of a `relationship guy' than one out to score pussy. Now that he'd had his big cock inside the blonde stud, Kevin decided Jon's slowness with chicks was just a cover for his need to serve real men.
"Bro!!! How you been??" Kevin threw his arm across Jon's shoulders, gregariously.
Jon was part stupefied, part relieved, and part embarrassed. Kevin had given him the cold shoulder and refused to return Jon's texts or calls for three weeks. Now, suddenly, they were best bros again? Jon wasn't the only one surprised, as others in their `bro circle', Chris and Mason, stood, looking confused by Kevin's about-faced turn as well. This type of greeting from Kevin was commonplace, but they, too, had witnessed the previous snubs. However, no one was about to question the dark-haired stud.
"Uh-h-h, fine," Jon stammered, wary of anything Kevin may say that would humiliate him in front of all the PIKEs in the dining room.
Mason, Chris, and Kevin had already got their food and were heading for an open table. "Go get your food and come sit with us, bro!" Kevin encouraged.
`What the hell is he up to?' Jon worried, leaving the group for the kitchen. When he returned with his food, the only spot available was between Chris and Kevin. The other side of the table where Mason sat was already full.
While Jon was away, Mason had let the cat out of the bag that Jon was seeing Rebecca, the hot (and willing) Zeta pledge. The din of conversation in the room was loud, as Kevin bided his time, while Chris and Mason exchanged small talk with Jon. Then, after a pause, he again through his arm over his best bro, sitting to his left. "Bro! I hear you're gettin' some tail, dude!!! Congratulations!!" He put his mouth over Jon's ear, whispering, "So, you're into cunt now, huh??"
Jon's pale complexion turned red with the insult, looking left at Chris and across the table at Mason to see if they'd noticed anything. Of course, with the loud hum of conversation in the room, neither had, and both were momentarily focused on their dinner.
"They tell me you're seeing Rebecc-whore! Dude, I've been up in that a couple of times! She's a kinky little whore, ain't she??" Mason laughed along with Kevin, while Chris choked on his stroganoff. Indeed, Kevin had fucked Becky a couple of times before moving on to (yet) another sorority chick. "You know, I'll bet if you stick your tongue far enough up there, you can still taste my spooge!" He tweaked Jon's sensitive pec, as his mouth again landed on the blonde jock's ear to whisper, "I'll bet you'd like that, huh??"
Jon felt sick to his stomach, as he felt Kevin's hand first rub between his shoulders then fall to his lower back.
"The thing is, if you want it that bad, why not get it from the source ...you know, my cum," Kevin announced jocularly to the group, who were too busy laughing to notice Jon fighting back tears.
Mason finally noticed how red Jon's face was and said, "Dude, he's just givin' you a hard time! Why are you being so serious?"
Chris chimed in, noting, "Yeah, he's just being `Kevin' ... you know, an asshole!" bringing more laughter amongst the bros.
Jon smiled...but only briefly, feeling Kevin's fingers slip beneath his briefs.
The frat boys sitting next to them finished and left their seats just as Logan approached with his late dinner. The young Viking turk seated himself next to Mason, directly across from Kevin.
"Who the fuck said you could sit there, shit-for-brains??" Kevin said hatefully.
Without a blink, Logan replied, "Your mother, last night when she was eating my ass." For a pledge to say such a thing to an active was almost unheard, but it left everyone, including Jon, laughing--all except Kevin.
"She was just eating it out so I could fuck you," Kevin retorted.
"That'd be fine with me! Your room or mine?" Logan asked, half-seriously, as the others laughed and choked on their food.
"Fuck you," Kevin scoffed, unamused but unwilling to continue the exchange. The pledge was bigger than he, and, based on rumors he'd heard, Kevin wasn't certain but what Logan was serious. His fingers entered Jon's warm crevasse, as he changed the subject. "We were just talking about Jonny's new girlfriend, Rebecc-whore. You'd ought to check her out, dweeb. She might teach you a trick or two!" Kevin directed to Logan. "She's a Zeta pledge. I'll introduce you sometime. That's some g-o-o-d pussy, I'll tell ya'!"
With Jon's shirt pulled from the back of his dress pants, Kevin reluctantly yanked his hand from the blonde's sweet paradise, and as he did so, it bumped right into Chris' hand heading for the same piece of heaven. Neither of the two knew the other had been with Jon, and when Chris reached for Jon's lower back, he had no idea what Kevin had been doing. Briefly, Chris and Jon leaned back, staring at each other behind Jon's back before quickly looking forward, pretending nothing happened. Attempting to be casual, Chris quickly looked back, seeing Jon's shirt pulled out. Both knew then the other had experienced Jon's sweet flower.
Sharp as a knife, across the table, Logan had been observing the direction of Kevin's arm--low and behind Jon--though, from his vantage point, he was unable to know Chris had reached for the same pot of love. As Kevin brought his arm back on the table, his face flushed from embarrassment at the run-in with Chris--something Logan also noticed, though he knew not the reason. As the young, Viking stud correctly deduced, Jon was giving it up to his bro, and he, too, wanted a piece of the hot, blonde stud. For that matter, Logan thought he wouldn't mind a piece of the hot, dark-haired hunk across from him (providing he could gag his arrogant mouth). The latter image made his 12-inch log harden uncomfortably in his suit pants.
The announcement was made that everyone should immediately clear their trays from the tables and prepare for the weekly frat meeting. Jon stood and tried surreptitiously fixing his shirttail, but, of course, Logan registered. As the handsome pledge stood, he caught both Kevin and Jon's eyes, brazenly groping his crotch, straightening his python. As both actives gawked in disbelief, Logan dismissively stated, "It has a mind of its own."
"Why didn't you eat your food?" Mason asked Jon.
Mumbling his response, Jon said, "Not feeling well." Indeed, he wasn't. Though he was unaware of Chris' attempt, Kevin's mauling had totally destroyed any confidence Jon had managed to regain. Visions of Kevin's hot, naked, muscular body and beautiful cock turned his insides to mush, despite all attempts at redirecting them toward images of Becky. His brain had one concern only his past `encounters', refusing the adjective `homosexual'. His secret place felt wet and slippery somehow, though Jon was sure this was impossible. He found himself asking, `Huh?' when the conversation came toward him. The handsome, blonde stud was greatly saddened by his mind's reaction to seeing the huge lump of Logan's obvious hard-on, imagining whoring his mouth on that on that hot, young stud's magnificent cock. Jon bemoaned the fact Chris now had a steady girlfriend: he was such a good lover and a hot stud as well.
Making their way toward the kitchen with their trays, the group found themselves at the end of the line--Mason, Kevin, Chris, Jon, and Logan. As Jon approached the counter to deposit his tray, Logan reached around him, depositing his, in effect butting ahead of the blonde jock. With his hands free of the bulky tray, Logan used his groin to press Jon tightly against the counter, rubbing his awesome cock between the blonde's big, hard glutes. "I watched you in the boiler room," the young, Viking stud whispered into Jon's soft, blonde hair. "Give me your address and cell on a piece of paper when you get your coat tonight. Do not fuck with me."
As he made his way back in the dining hall, Kevin once again wrapped his arm around Jon's neck, whispering into the soft hair over his ears, "I'm comin' over tonight. I've missed your sweet pussy, you hot bitch, you. Should I ask Chris along too?"
Jon's face turned white--on the edge of vomiting. Breaking Kevin's hold, he spun around, telling Logan, "I'm gonna be sick. Gotta get my coat."
Logan couldn't have asked for a better excuse to miss a boring meeting than the need to help Jon home, which is exactly what he emphatically insisted, despite Jon asking Mason.
Heading toward the cloak room with his arm under Jon's, Logan was sure but what Jon was, in fact, going to puke. "Deep breaths. Listen to me. Deep breaths." However, by the time they got there, the worst had passed, leaving Jon shaking uncontrollably.
Logan took him inside the room and shut the door. Opening his belt, unzipping his suit pants, and pulling his briefs down, Logan's huge, awesome cock stood unfettered, at attention. Grabbing Jon's hand, Logan held it tightly around his hard slab of meat, and pushing the handsome blonde against the wall, he yanked Jon's head backward--his other hand now having a fistful of the older boy's long hair. "You want it here or at your place? I think both."
Jon shook his head no--his eyes full of terror. He tried uttering the response, but nothing came out.
Forcefully, Logan pushed Jon down to his knees, holding his face nose-deep inside his lush, dark auburn pubes. He laughed, "I can't believe I'm this lucky. When I get done with you, you're gonna be asking to marry me!"
End -- Chapter 10