Delta Phi Inc - Part 20 (Final Part)

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“You’re joking?” Carter asked for the third time, pacing up and down the warehouse. “Lawrence?!”

I nodded. Brandon and Jake sat in silence, shaking their heads.

“But… But…”

“Why didn’t Wyatt just tell us that, then?” Jake eventually said, and the other two agreed.

“Maybe for the same reason that I wasn’t going to” I admitted, “I wanted you to think that we were doing all of this on our own”.

Carter punched a wall and groaned as he held his fist. “So how much does he want?” He asked, shaking his hand.

“Sixty” I told them.

“I guess that’s not too bad” Brandon shrugged, “I mean, sixty dollars is less than half of what we pay the guys anyway”.

“Sixty percent” I corrected, and they all gawped at me.

“And what happens if we say no?” Enquired Carter.

I rubbed my head and sighed. “Then he’ll tell his followers to drag us through the dirt. We’ll lose everything”.

“Fuck!” Carter snapped again, driving his other hand into the same wall, and repeating the same process. “I’ll kill that motherfucker”.

“Not with two broken hands you won’t, darling”. Everyone turned to find the source of the new voice.

Rico strolled across the rubble looking as fabulous as ever. He lit a cigarette, took a long drag and sat down next to me, crossing his long, hairless legs.

“What’s the matter, boys?” He asked, the words rolling off his tongue, “you’re upset because you’ve been fucked?”

“This isn’t a great time, Rico” Jake growled, but Rico waved him away.

“You’ve always talked too much, Jake” he quipped, “now you boys keep quiet and listen to Rico, yes?”

Nobody answered.

“This business is tough. A bunch of boys playing with their dicks doesn’t make them pornstars. You have to think”.

“Rico, with all due respect” Brandon started, but again, Rico cut him off.

“Your friend Lawrence has been playing both sides” he said, taking another drag, “you’ve all been too blind to see it. You think I didn’t want you in Sparkles, Hunter?” He turned to me, “but I could see what he was doing to you. You just had to figure that out for yourself”.

I thought back to the evening when Rico had stopped Lawrence and I from going over to the guys.

“But now you know, so what are you going to do? Give in? Give him what he wants?”

“What choice do we have?” Carter barked, “if we don’t, we’ll lose all our followers anyway”.

“Silly little boy!” He hissed, “there you go again, thinking like a wannabe pornstar”.

“I don’t mean to be rude, Rico” Brandon said sternly, “but what would you know about porn?”

The man let out a harsh laugh and got to his feet. I watched him, and couldn’t help feeling both intimidated and impressed as he sauntered toward Brandon as though he were on a catwalk.

“What do I know?” He asked, “have you seen my ass, Mister Brandon? Have you seen these long, delicious legs?”

Brandon grimaced.

“Not what they used to be, indeed” Rico laughed, “but when I was your age, I would have eaten you boys up for breakfast. I was making what you make in a year, in a week”.

We gawped at each other.

“Oh, is this so hard to believe?” He spat, “that there was a time when Rico was young and beautiful?”

“I still think you’re beautiful” I interrupted, and Rico hurried over and kissed me on the head.

“This is why I like this one” he told the others, and continued.

“I was one of the most successful gay pornstars of the eighties” he said proudly, “and I can tell you boys what I told the others; you’re going to crash and burn before the year ends if you don’t listen to what I have to say”.

The entire living room was filled with frat boys. It was the first time I’d been back here since the last time we’d filmed anything, and the awkwardness was palpable.

“So” Blake said, breaking the ice, “you guys seem to be doing well”.

Carter glared at him. “Yeah”.

“How are you guys getting on?” Brandon added, trying to be polite.

“What’s it to you?” Ethan argued, and the mood became even more tense until Rico exploded in the door.

“Alright, alright, stop your bitching. My god, you gays”.

“We’re not gay” Wyatt growled, until I swallowed and he said, “well he is”.

“Yes, yes, of course you’re not. You’re all very straight boys who like sucking dick” Rico said, rolling his eyes, “but we’re not here for that, we’re here to sort this mess out”.

“You lied to us” Carter snapped, staring at Wyatt.

“I didn’t lie to you” he said, “I just didn’t tell you”.

“Why did you pay some people more than others?” I asked, and he sighed.

“I didn’t! Lawrence did. I guess he wanted us to split”.

I thought back to my conversations with him. He had been the one to convince me to confront Wyatt about the whole thing. God, he’d pulled the wool right over my eyes.

“Why would he want that?” Brandon interjected and Rico scoffed.

“For this exact reason!” The man said, “look at you all! You were best friends!” He looked at me, covered the side of his face, and quite loudly, whispered; “a little more than best friends if I remember correctly!”

We all glanced around at each other.

“Now you’re barely talking to each other, and you’re making that weasel double the money!”.

Rico was right. Lawrence had set this whole thing up, just for the money. I felt sick.

“So what do we do?” Wyatt sighed, “if we pull out, we lose most of our subscribers, if we don’t pull out, we end up doing exactly what he wants us to do”.

“Strip” Rico said, and we all stared at him.

He lifted his hands and gawped back at us like we were the weird ones. “Are you deaf?” He asked, “strip, naked, all of you”.

“Rico –” Chase started, but the man snapped his hand shut and Chase stopped talking.

“You want my help” he said, and a few brows raised. I wasn’t sure that anybody had actually asked for his help. “If you want Delta Phi Inc to work without Lawrence, then you’ll listen to Rico”.

Carter let out a long exhale and stood up. Evidently, he was getting tired of Rico’s plans. Despite that, however, he pulled his t-shirt over his head, which spurred some of the others to do the same, and after a few minutes, we all stood around, completely naked.

“You” Rico said, pointing to Wyatt who was holding his junk in his hands, “go and get some beers”.

Wyatt cocked a brow, considered arguing, but decided against it. He returned a moment later with the beer cooler.

“You” Rico continued, pointing at Carter, “turn on the game”.

Carter didn’t argue, he switched on the large television and the football game appeared.

“You think us gays like watching gays being gay?” Rico asked, lighting another cigarette.

“You can’t smoke that in here” Wyatt said, and Rico ignored every word.

“Gays like straight men being gay with straight men. They like real sex, not some staged, sitcom bullshit with fancy lights and cameras. You” he said, pointing at me, “take out your phone”.

I shuffled to my pants and took it out.

“Record this” Rico ordered, and gestured toward Blake and Carter, “sit on the sofa and watch the game”.

The two of them glanced at each other, but shrugged and did as they were told.

Their bodies were almost identically muscled. Even looking at them like this was incredibly hot. They weren’t doing anything, but seeing two naked, beefy men sitting side by side, watching the game with beers in their hand was doing something to me.

I recorded the strange scene and waited for Rico to give more direction, but he didn’t. After a few minutes of nothing, he nodded and called for the phone.

“Rico, I really don’t think that two guys watching the game is going to do it for our subscribers” Wyatt sighed, but Rico was too busy with my phone.

Wyatt turned back and stared at me.

“I’m sorry” he said, holding out his hand and letting his dick flop between his legs, “I was stressed out before. Lawrence was breathing down my neck and I was just trying to do what I could to make this work”.

I looked back at him and nodded.

“I know” I told him, “I get it”.

He smiled. I smiled, and I reached my own hand out and grabbed his dick. He sniggered, grabbed mine and we shook dicks. Apology accepted.

“Yes, yes” Rico nodded, getting to his feet, “it won’t do anything for your subscribers” he said, “but I’m not posting it for your subscribers, because you’re going to lose half of them anyway”.

We all watched as Rico held my phone up. It was a social media profile, blue tick and all, and my jaw dropped when I saw the follower count.

“That’s over one million people” Jake gawped, “whose profile is it?”

Rico clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes.

“Didn’t I tell you I was the hottest pornstar on the planet? Do you think people just forget about Rico?”

“Definitely not” Blake sniggered.

“Anyway” Rico continued, “you’re going to need something a bit spicier for when the new subscribers begin to flood in, so let’s get this show on the road”.

There were no special lights. There were no high tech cameras. There were no cuts, breaks or pauses, everything about the situation was real.

Brandon held me against the wall. His strong body pressed against mine, his hand behind my head. Our mouths met and our tongues fought in the middle, and slowly I worked his meat in my hand.

Behind him, Wyatt was taking Carter’s cock in his ass and Blake’s in his mouth. The sound and stench of sex filled the room, and every so often, I’d open my eyes to find another two guys sucking or fucking.

Ethan and Mason were doing a sixty-nine on the sofa, with Jake jerking his cock over them.

“Touchdown motherfucker!” Jake grinned, pumping himself as he slurped on a beer and watched the game.

Brandon grabbed his cock and waved it at me, and instinctively, I dropped to my knees and took it into my mouth. He was already leaking, and the taste was phenomenal. I swallowed down his pre, and looked up to find Carter getting down on his knees on the other side, and burying his face between Brandon’s ass cheeks.

I was sure that I’d never been as aroused in my life. There was something so natural about all of this, so much so, that the guys who had refused point blank, to ever be on the receiving end of a dick, were no hungrily sucking or taking said dick in their assholes.

Brandon turned sideways, leaving Carter and I on our knees facing each other. He grabbed both our heads, brought them so close we were almost kissing, and then slid his long, wet cock between our lips.

Carter reached between my legs and began to stroke me as I did the same to him. Our noses were almost touching as we lipped and tongued at Brandon’s perfect pole, and I could have cum right there if Rico hadn’t ordered us to hold off until his say so.

The man walked around the room with the phone, pointing it at each erotic scene as it unfolded.

“Drink some beer” Jake grinned, appearing above us.

I watched as the muscular athlete poured beer down his abs. The suds spilled down each individual pack before draining down his cock and into my mouth. I gulped it and almost orgasmed.

Carter continued sucking Brandon as I got to work on Jake, and a moment later, I felt fingers sliding into my hole.

“Finger that pussy” Blake snarled, squeezing my cock as Wyatt rammed me knuckle deep, “make him moan”.

I was moaning. I was moaning hard on Jake’s cock, feeling every inch of my body come alive with sexual pleasure.

The group huddled in, and I could see naked bodies in every direction. Fingers were replaced by cocks, and suddenly I was being fucked from both ends.

It felt like I’d died and gone to heaven. I was feeling things that I’d never felt before, but most of all, I was feeling more comfortable in myself than I had done in my entire life. I was no longer the shy gay kid, I was the star of the show, and as Ethan took his turn to drill my hole, I looked up to find the entire gang standing in a circle around me.

“Show time” Rico whispered, and Jake stood forward and grunted.

A splash of cum burst from his slit and poured down my face as Ethan stood up. It almost blinded me as it glued my right eye closed. More and more of it exploded from him until I could taste it in my mouth.

Brandon barely let him finish. He added an even larger load to my face, completely drenching me as he moaned and orgasmed. Wyatt stepped up next, hammering his swollen cock until he emptied himself over my mouth and nose. I gasped, desperate to relieve my own needs, but I wasn’t finished yet. Not even nearly.

Blake squirted rope after rope of thick, hot cum across my face. I could feel it in my hair, up my nose, in my ears. It was beginning to fill my mouth, too, and my eyes were completely covered in the stuff.

Someone else took a turn, someone else after that, and on and on it went until I was covered in so much hot cum, that I surely resembled a snowman.

“Go ahead, Hunter” Rico said, “finish yourself off”.

I didn’t have to be told twice. I lapped at my lips, feeling cum pour into my mouth and gulping it down as I jerked my eager cock. I couldn’t see anyone, but I knew they were all watching. I felt the orgasm build inside me almost instantly, and what followed was the most intense cum I’d ever had. Every inch of my body buzzed with pleasure. Every muscle contracted. I knew I was shooting more and harder than I ever had before, and when it finally ended, I was completely exhausted.

“I think that’s a wrap” Rico announced.

“When will you have my money?” Lawrence asked, when I finally returned to the dorm that evening.

I lay down on the bed and ran my hand through my hair. Thankfully, the whole lot of us had spent over an hour in the showers, and we did more than just shower.

“Oh yeah” I mumbled, “I won’t”.

Lawrence scoffed and sat up. “You won’t?”

“Yeah” I nodded, “I won’t”.

The young man shrugged his shoulders. “Fine, then you’ll lose your subscribers, and I’ll make sure that those two thousand people go straight to Delta Phi”.

I smiled and sat up, too.

“About that” I said, and he glared at me, “Wyatt asked me to pass on a little message to you”.

Lawrence looked like thunder.

“He said… And I quote, go fuck yourself”.

His eyes narrowed and his cheeks burned red.

“Go fuck myself? Is that right? Well we’ll see how you losers do when you’re left with nothing”.

He scrambled with his phone, and I waited with bated breath. It only took him a moment before his face softened and dropped, and I sighed contently.

“Delta Phi New?” He hissed, staring at his phone, “and how the fuck do you already have twenty thousand followers!”

“Don’t take it personally, Lawrence” I yawned, “it’s just business”.