Delta Phi Inc - Part 10

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"I didn't know you were gay" Lawrence said as we walked back toward campus, "you don't look gay".

I cocked a brow and glanced at him.

"You don't look gay" I said back and he considered it for a moment and shrugged.

I couldn't shake the miserable feeling after what had happened back in the frat house, even if Rico was right. Sure, maybe somewhere deep inside Carter he was jealous, but the comments had been right there in black and white.

"So do you dance or something?" I asked, trying to take my mind off things.

"Dance?" He laughed, "no, I just kinda' show off in different outfits and guys tip me"

I cringed a little.

"Doesn't that make you like... A prostitute or something?"

Lawrence scoffed.

"Well if I'm a prostitute, what does that make you?"

I felt my body tense up, but I didn't let on that I knew what he was talking about.

"Delta Phi?" he pressed, "it's not like the whole college doesn't know about it".

My eyes widened.

"W... What do you mean?" I gulped.

"Dude, they're like the hottest guys in this place, I bet half the students are subscribed and I wouldn't be surprised if half the teachers were, too" he laughed, but I wasn't laughing.

"Anyway, I bet the money's good so I guess we're both prostitutes, huh?" He grinned, "anyway, I better get going, I'll see you later".

"Yeah" I said mindlessly, "see you".

The knowledge that my video may have been seen by hundreds of students and even teachers in the college had left me with a pit in my stomach. Did the frat boys know that so many people here viewed their stuff? As fun as it had been, I was beginning to regret ever stepping foot in that place.

When Monday rolled around, I kept my head down for the day and tried to get on with life. Perhaps it was my imagination, but suddenly every person I looked at was looking back at me. Was I being paranoid? It just felt like everybody knew, and the longer the day went on, the worse the feeling got, until at lunch time, I'd had enough.

I grabbed my stuff and hurried out onto campus, and as soon as I did, I ran straight into Brandon.

"Wow" he grinned, "someone's in a hurry!"

I managed a forced smile, but shuffled around him and continued walking. A moment later, he caught up with me and took my arm.

"Yo, what's up with you, bro?" He asked, "and why did you just disappear the other day?"

I felt like shouting, but there were too many people around, so I lowered my voice to a growl.

"They hate me!" I hissed, and Brandon looked confused, "the people who watch your videos, they hate me".

The handsome young man looked at me like I was speaking a different language before a smile spread across his face.

"Dude, what are you talking about?" He asked, pulling out his phone, "your video is one of our most popular ones, look".

He turned the phone around to me, seemingly unbothered that he was playing literal porn in the middle of campus, and the pit in my stomach grew a little larger when I looked at the number of views.

23,000.

"Fuck" I sighed, rubbing my head, "you know that like half the damn college watches those videos" I whispered, and Brandon shrugged.

"So what?" He smirked, "if they wanna see our dicks and are happy to pay us for it, who cares?"

"I care" I snapped, and continued walking.

"Hunter!" Brandon caught up with me again, "what's wrong with you, man? I thought you were enjoying all of this".

"I was enjoying it" I mumbled, "until... Until I saw the other comments on the video".

We walked in silence for a moment before Brandon sighed.

"Fuck" he growled to himself, "listen, Hunter it's not –"

"Forget it. They don't like me, but you can tell them that I wont be in anymore of the videos so they can re-subscribe or whatever".

"Look" he pressed, but I was getting more and more upset by the second.

Why did it have to end like this? Just as I was really beginning to feel like I was getting involved with something fun and interesting. Just as I was getting close to the frat boys, and now it was over.

"Look!" He almost shouted, and when I spun around, he was holding his phone again.

"Hidden comments" he said, "on a video of Wyatt and Jake from a few weeks ago".

Brandon handed me his phone once more and reluctantly I took it. I don't know what he expected to prove, but I began to scroll through them anyway, and as I did, my eyes widened.

Where my video had three or four cruel comments, the list here seemed almost endless. I winced as I read through some of them.

Wyatt has to be the ugliest guy I've ever seen.

Is it just me or does Jake look like he's on roids? What a fucking cheat.

Ye. I'm out. This shit is gross.

The more I read, the better I felt about my own video. I gawped at Brandon as I looked up, and shook my head.

Jake and Wyatt were undeniably hot. It wasn't even a question, they were both stunningly beautiful, just like the rest of the frat boys.

"Why would they say that?" I asked, and Brandon smiled at me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we walked.

"When you put anything online you're leaving yourself open to assholes" he explained, "most of the people who subscribe are great, supportive people, but there are always a handful of idiots who sit behind their computers spewing nasty shit because they don't have the balls to do anything like this themselves".

Brandon led me away from the dorms, which was where I had intended to go.

"There ain't one single video that we've posted that hasn't gotten a ton of hate, and honestly, I reckon your video has the least amount of it. So can you please stop being a gigantic pussy and come back?"

I looked up at him and smiled, and he squeezed my shoulder and led me down another lane near the frat house.

"Where are we going?" I asked, but Brandon didn't reply until we reached the end of it.

"I've never done this before" he told me, and my mouth fell open slightly as I watched the young jock undo the button of his pants, "but how about a quick blowjob before we go inside?"

I continued to watch as he slipped his hand inside his underwear and waited for a response.

"You don't have to, of course" he added, "I just thought maybe you'd like to try something off camera".

I looked back up at him, feeling my own cock swell, and nodded. For a guy who wasn't gay, he was certainly acting pretty damn gay.

Brandon pulled his long cock from the waistband of his pants and let it hang out. I'd fantasised about it multiple times already, but I had assumed that the only way I'd ever get it was if there were cameras and lights surrounding me. There was something a lot more intimate about this, even if it was in a wet lane.

I reached for it and felt the warmth of him in my hand. He began to harden almost instantly as I peeled the skin back to reveal his perfect pink helmet. Neither of us said a word as I got to my knees.

Just a week ago, I'd never even seen a hard cock in real life. Now I was about to suck one. The excitement inside me was bubbling away as I took him between my lips and basked in the delicious flavour of Brandon's erect cock.

He gasped quietly and ran his fingers through my hair. It felt like an instinct, so I allowed myself to do what felt right and began licking the head as I sucked it.

Brandon moaned now, pulling me further down his rod until I gagged. He was big, and felt even bigger inside my throat.

It took only a few minutes before I felt his pre-cum pour onto my tongue, and I gulped it down eagerly as he fed it to me.

This was better than I had expected it to be, even if it wasn't the most romantic of settings. Something about being able to pleasure a man with nothing more than my mouth gave me a rush of excitement, so I continued bobbing and gagging on his cock, and he continued moaning.

"That feels so good, man" he gasped, sliding deeper into my throat.

It did feel good, but as I continued sucking Brandon's amazing cock, my mind trailed back to Carter. Why had he shown me those comments? Surely he knew that all of the guys got the same, if not worse comments than I had. I thought back to what Rico had said. He was jealous, which was bizarre to me, but it still didn't warrant that.

Brandon quickened his pace now, holding my head firmly as he fucked my mouth with vigour.

If Carter wanted to play games, he picked the wrong person to do it with. He may have been petty, but I could be much, much pettier.

"Hey" I mumbled, pulling Brandon's leaking cock from my mouth just as I knew he was getting close to the edge.

He glared down at me as though I'd stopped him from winning a race.

"Can I be in a scene with Carter?" I asked, and he looked a little confused but nodded.

"Can I be the top?" I pressed, and I could see the sexual frustration on his face.

He considered it for a second before shaking his head.

"No" he told me, trying to push his dick back into my mouth, "Carter only tops".

I angled his cock upwards and slowly ran my tongue from the base of his balls all the way up to his helmet. Brandon shook with pleasure.

"Please?" I whispered, toying with the swollen cock head.

He was so close to orgasm now that I could have asked him to cut off his arm and he would have considered it. After a few more seconds he sighed and nodded.

"Fine" he said, "now can you please finish me off?"

I grinned as I took his wet cock back into my mouth and sucked Brandon to the point of no return. He gasped and groaned, his legs trembling and his hands pulling me onto him until finally he erupted in my mouth.

"Oh fuck!" He moaned, spewing his thick, delicious seed inside me, "oh fuck yeah!"

More and more of it shot from him, and I drank it down hungrily. I'd tasted my own before, but his was far tastier.

When his balls were empty, I wiped my mouth and got to my feet, and Brandon stowed his spent cock back inside his pants and stared at me breathlessly.

"You're good at that" he smirked.

We began walking back up the lane before he glanced at me again.

"So you want to fuck Carter?" He asked and nudged me.

I smiled to myself.

"Oh yeah" I nodded as we reached the road, "I think Carter is due a good fucking".