Delta Phi Inc - Epilogue

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

“I’ve learned a lot over these last four years. I’ve learned that friendship is more important than that assignment that’s due on Monday. I’ve learned that being uncomfortable is the only way to challenge yourself. I’ve learned that people can say one thing, and mean another. I’ve learned that being yourself is the best way to be. And yes, I’ve also learned how to be a software engineer”. The crowd laughed.

“But do you know what college has really taught me?” I continued, as they hung on every word I said. “It’s taught me that being different is okay. That just because you’re one way and I’m another, doesn’t mean we can’t be friends. In fact, being friends with people who are different, is the best thing we can do for ourselves”.

In the front row, the guys beamed up at me. They knew what I was talking about.

“I’ve learned so much about myself since my very first day on campus, but I’ve learned so much about you guys, too. I’ve learned that frat boys are mostly just football loving teddy bears”.

Another laugh.

“I’ve learned that the professors enjoy a party just as much as we do, ain’t that right, Mr. Willis?”

The man chuckled as the crowd laughed.

“I’ve learned that despite our differences, this college felt more like a family to me, than my own family ever did. Except you, mom”.

She dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief. Her new husband Terry consoled her, and I was endlessly glad that I’d accidentally lost the graduation invite for my real father.

“As we close this chapter in our life, I guess what I want to say is this; go out there and be who you want to be, not who others think you should be. We are, as they say, masters of our own destiny, so go out and kick some ass!”.

The hall erupted with cheers and clapping. The guys got to their feet, as did the rest of them, and as I took the steps back down, Rico rushed over and wrapped his arms around me.

“Chills, Mister Hunter, chills!”

When the ceremony finally came to an end, we all stood outside the building.

“I’m gonna miss this place” Carter said, looking up at it.

“Dude, you’ve barely attended any of the lectures in the last two years” Brandon laughed, keeping his arm over my shoulder.

“Yeah, well I’ll miss the frat house” he grinned, and I couldn’t disagree.

I’d spent the last three and a half years living with these guys, and as I looked around at them, I felt a pang of sadness. We’d all come so far, though I could still see the same devilment today, that I’d seen the first night we met.

Brandon took his arm from around my shoulder and nudged me. I looked over to find my mom and Terry walking over.

“Congratulations, Hunter” Terry said, extending his hand, but it had been two years, so I hugged him instead.

“Thanks Terry”.

My mom was still wiping her eyes as she looked up at me. I could tell that she was proud, but I could also see the regret.

“I’m so sorry, baby” she said, “about everything”.

How could I blame her? We both knew that the only hateful person in our family was my father, and he wasn’t here for that exact reason.

“I want to introduce you to someone” I told them, and felt Brandon tense up behind me. “This is Brandon”.

“We know Brandon, sweetheart” Mom said, giving him a polite smile.

“Yeah, but Brandon and I have been dating since second year”.

Her eyes widened. Brandon’s did, too, and the rest of the frat boys slowly turned and began talking between themselves.

“Great to meet you, Brandon” Terry grinned, and shook his hand.

I watched my mom as she digested the information. My sexuality wasn’t much of a talking point between us, so I was rather shocked when she wrapped her arms around him.

“You treat him right!” She said.

“Oh don’t worry” Brandon laughed, “I will”.

“Not you! You” her eyes landed on me. “This one is very handsome, you make sure you hold onto him!”.

“Mom!” I chuckled, and we said our goodbyes until tomorrow. They’d flown over and were spending the weekend, but I had other plans.

“So” Brandon said, as we sat in his new Porsche, “where to?”

“Don’t we have a scene to film?”

“Ah yeah” he nodded, driving, “Graduation Day”.

The Beach House was a joint investment. I had to admit, it was the nicest house I’d ever seen, and the fact that we were all equal owners was even better. In the living room, Mason wore only his open graduation gown, and his cock stuck out from the bottom whilst Ethan swallowed it.

“Hello boys!” Rico called from the deck, where he was already drinking a cocktail.

“Hey Rico” Brandon called back, and we watched as more naked frat boys appeared.

“You losers ready to party?” Blake grinned, lugging an entire keg between his arms.

“You fucking bet”.

Although Brandon and I were in a pretty serious relationship, we were quite open with our scenes. There was nothing scripted anymore, not like the days of Delta Phi Inc. Instead, we’d spent the last three and a half years doing whatever we wanted, so as Brandon slid his thick cock inside me, and Jake fed his one into my throat, I couldn’t help but think how lucky we all were.

Realistically, none of us needed the college degrees. We’d all made more money in the last few years than we would for the rest of our lives. We also could have stopped the videos at any stage, but we weren’t doing it for the money anymore.

Carter and Chase stood next to the sofa that I was being fucked on. They were both hard, but they weren’t fucking.

“Did you tell my mom that she needs to read to Mia before she goes to bed, and then while she’s in bed?” Carter asked, and Chase rolled his eyes.

“She’s two, Carter, she doesn’t care when –”

“Dude, she won’t sleep unless she gets two bedtime stories, how do you not know that by now? Oh wait, I know, because you’re always at the damn bar when I put her to bed”.

“Really, Carter?” Chase sighed, “you’re gonna give me shit in the middle of a scene?”

“I’m just saying… Do you know how difficult it is to be a full time mom?”

I snorted onto Jake’s cock.

“I mean dad!” He barked, and spanked me hard.

“Your mom knows how to look after a baby” Chase said, and closed his hand around his fiance’s cock. “She’s been looking after you for the last twenty two years, hasn’t she?”

As the beer began to flow, the party heated up. Clothes were optional as more and more guys joined us for what was indeed, the best graduation party in the history of our college.

Beer Pong was played nude, with hard cocks and laughter. Someone decided that five footballers playing naked Twister was a good idea, and I watched with a boner as Dean Leddy, the toughest quarter back in the state, stuffed his finger up Blake’s ass to get the win.

“So what’s next?” Brandon asked, joining me on the deck as we looked out over the sea. The moon cast it’s stark light out onto the horizon as I shrugged my naked shoulders.

“Rico wants us to stay here and film scenes until we grow old” I laughed.

“You’ll still be hot when you’re old” he grinned, and rested his chin on my shoulder. I felt his dick against my ass.

“Let’s go travelling” I said, and he nodded, because he agreed with pretty much everything I said.

“Where could we go?” He asked, kissing my neck.

“Anywhere. Somewhere warm, or maybe somewhere cold. I don’t know, just away from here for a while”.

“We could go to Ireland” he suggested, and I looked back at him.

“Ireland?”

“Yeah” he nodded, “I know a guy there. He’s incredibly handsome, and word has it, he’s the best porn writer in the entire world, maybe we could get some ideas to bring back to Rico?”

I nodded. Ireland didn’t sound like such a bad idea.

“You know the best thing I’ve ever done, Hunter?” He asked, as we faced each other.

“What?”

“Ordered five pizzas from that pizza joint all those years ago”.

“Oh yeah?” I grinned, remembering the day I first stood in front of Brandon Hayes and felt my heart explode in my chest.

“Yeah” he whispered, his lips so close to mine that I could feel his warm breath. “They were the tastiest fucking pizzas I’ve ever had!”

The two of us laughed our way into one of the bedrooms, and the remainder of the night was spent in positions that I didn’t even know I could get in. When we woke the next morning, the place was a mess.

Naked young men lay strewn across the floor. Empty beer cups, spilled shots, pizza boxes and god knows what else covered the entire house.

“I’m too hungover for this” Blake gagged, as he swayed across the living room with a boner.

“I feel like someone shot me in the head” Carter whimpered, his face stuck to the table with drool.

“Don’t worry about it, guys” Brandon yawned, and I’d never get tired of the sight of his stiff morning wood. “The cleaners are here”.

We watched as three young men carried bags and cleaning supplies toward the beach house. Only one of them glanced in our direction as they began the clean up.

“Hey Lawrence” I smiled, and he shot me a cold look before getting to work.

“Damn” Brandon chuckled, “I forgot about him”.

“He left after first year” I reminded him, “when he was caught blackmailing students for cash”.

“What a pleasant guy” Brandon laughed.

“What a fucking asshole you mean” Blake growled. “Yo Lawrence!” He called, “I’ve just been in that bathroom man, it’s fucking grim. Clean it up, will you?”

I smiled, Brandon did, too.

“Do you know any Irish by the way?” I asked, and he nodded.

“Diúl mo bhod” he smiled, “it’s the only phrase I’ll need”.

“Right” I said, “well let’s get going then”.

“Enjoy your trip” Carter said, “will we see you again?”

“Oh yeah” Brandon nodded, “we’ll most definitely be back”.