Delta Phi Inc - Part 8

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The high that I felt from doing the scene with Jake didn't abate for the rest of the day. Everything felt better, as though I'd unlocked a confidence that I had never known before. I was happier, funnier, less anxious, and for the first time in as long as I could remember, I felt normal. I also felt a little strange.

We got to the bar later that day and as the guys brought over all manner of alcohol, I couldn't help but cringe slightly. Every single one of them had seen my naked body. Something that was supposed to be so private had been exposed to everyone sitting around the table, yet they didn't seem bothered in the slightest.

"Well hello beautiful ladies", Blake whistled as two very attractive young women entered the bar.

He looked exactly like you'd expect a straight college kid to look, and apparently he acted like one, too. I guess it helped that just like the rest of the frat boys, he was very hot. The two women looked over, smiled, then walked away giggling.

"God damn I love the smell of pussy" he told me, nudging my arm with his solid shoulder and squeezing his crotch.

I still couldn't wrap my head around the whole thing. All of these seemingly straight guys spent more time fucking each other than they did fucking any girl, yet nearly all of them turned to check out the women's asses as they walked away.

If the roles had been reversed, I knew fully that I wouldn't even get a boner for a girl, let alone be able to have sex with her on camera. Was it possible that some of the frat boys weren't being totally honest? I guess it didn't really matter all that much, anyway.

After another two beers my head began to swim. I'd never been much of a drinker, but I guess college life was changing that, and I wasn't too bothered, either. It felt like someone had unlocked chains around me ever since I left home, and finally I was free. I excused myself to the bathroom and grinned all the way there.

The excitement of the day continued to flow through me. I wondered what my parents would say if they knew what I'd been getting up to. Dad would probably have a heart attack, and mom would certainly cry, and as terrible as it sounded, the thought made me laugh a little.

Why couldn't they just accept me? I was their only fucking son for Christ's sake, and what did it matter if I was gay? What business of theirs was it, anyway? Their one job was to fucking love me, and they couldn't even do that right.

"What are you crying about?" A voice came, waking me from my senses.

I hadn't even noticed the tears in my eyes, but I wiped them away quickly as Carter strolled across to the urinals.

"Uh... Nothing" I lied, "had something in my eye".

I heard him piss, and walked toward the sinks. Of all the guys, Carter was the only one that I hadn't really spoken to at all. The only thing I knew about him was that he was a wrestler on the college team and someone had mentioned that he came from a trailer park with his dad, but I didn't judge.

"I wanted to talk to you actually" he told me, staring down at his dick, "about doing scenes".

"Oh, yeah sure" I nodded.

"Don't get all offended and shit, but I don't want to do any scenes with you".

I glanced over at him as he shook himself off and slid his dick back into his pants.

"Um... Yeah, okay" I shrugged, acting like it didn't bother me. And it didn't really bother me, but now I was curious. "How come?"

He stopped, looked at me, and went to the furthest sink away from me.

"I don't fuck with gay guys" he told me, and I audibly laughed.

"Oh, you're serious?" I asked when he glared at me.

"Yeah, I'm serious, have you got a problem with that?"

Carter was a big guy, but I'd spent my entire childhood being bullied by big guys, my own dad being one of them, so if Carter wanted someone to pick on, he was going to have to keep looking.

"Yeah" I nodded, "I do".

He wasn't expecting the answer. Judging by the look on his face, very few people had ever stood up to him. Perhaps on a normal day, I wouldn't have stood up to him either, but I was feeling too good about myself to give much of a fuck, and I was a little drunk.

"Well... Well too bad, because I'm not touching a fa– a gay guy".

"That's such a shame" I smiled, "and there I was thinking about you shoving your big, straight dick in me".

He grimaced.

"I guess you're too busy shoving it in all the other guys instead though, what does your girlfriend think of that?"

His face was red now, and I could tell that he would have loved nothing more than to punch me.

"What are you talking about?" He spat, "I don't have a girlfriend".

"Oh!" I beamed, "so let me get this straight; you live in a house with a bunch of men who fuck each other on camera. You fuck men on camera, but you don't fuck women and you don't have a girlfriend, and you don't want to fuck me because I'm gay?"

I'd clearly confused him, and it took a moment for him to make sense of what I'd said. He balled his fists and clenched his jaw.

"Well that makes sense, Carter" I smiled, "and there's me thinking that you were a big, flaming fa– gay guy".

I slapped him on the shoulder as I walked by.

"At least I know what I am" I whispered, and walked from the restrooms leaving Carter alone and furious.

"There you are" Brandon said when I returned, and I realised that all of the frat boys were gone, "come on, I wanna show you something".

He took me by the hand despite the fact that the bar was crowded with people, and dragged me toward a door. For the briefest of moments, I felt something between us, but I disregarded it and followed.

"Usually we take the new guy to a strip joint" Brandon laughed, "but I don't think you want tits in your face, so the guys came up with something else".

I cocked a brow as we ascended a flight of stairs and left the bustling crowd behind us. It was much quieter up here, and much darker, too.

It was nothing more than a large, empty room above the bar. A single chair sat in the middle, but other than that, it simply looked like a disused, dark function room.

"What is this place?" I asked as he led me toward the chair and sat me down.

"You'll see" Brandon told me, "now just wait here".

I watched him walk away toward another door and chuckled to myself. Not only was he the hottest guy I'd ever met, but he was most certainly the kindest guy I'd ever met, too. In fact, almost all of the frat boys were hot and kind, almost.

I sat there for a few minutes and was glad of the beer. Being an anxious mess all the time was exhausting, and today felt like the first day of my life where I hadn't been worried, the beer was certainly helping with that now.

A speaker buzzed on behind me. Pure Sin by Dactyl, and how did I know such a song? Well, just like plenty of closeted gay teens, I'd indulged in my fair share of Magic Mike movies.

Lights began to flash, soft strobes in red and blue, and all I could do was laugh to myself.

The door that Brandon had disappeared behind opened and Jake strolled out. My eyes widened.

The stunning frat boy was shirtless, wearing only a cap pulled down over his eyebrows, and a pair of pants. His muscular body looked even more ripped under the lights and suddenly he was standing right in front of me, his hips thrusting to the beat of the music, and I became mesmerised.

I watched him as he danced slowly, seductively. He grabbed my wrist, pushing my hand against his solid six pack and sliding it down. I reached his waistband, my fingers instinctively pulling at it, but he stopped me and spun around.

Jake lowered his perfect ass down on my groin, rubbing himself against me until I felt my cock swell. Holy fuck, this was hot.

He didn't stop until I was hard, and I knew he could feel it, too.

It took him only a second to rip off his pants, and now he wore only a pair of tight white briefs. His large bulge pushed against the fabric, and he straddled me, taking my face in his hands and leaning my head back. God, he smelled good.

He leaned down, his mouth pressing against the tender flesh of my neck, making me gasp softly, then my shirt slid over my body, and Jake got off me, standing behind the chair and holding my shoulders back as the song screeched and changed.

Pony by Ginuwine, another Magic Mike track. I laughed, but Jake had just rocked me.

The door opened again, Ethan and Mason entered, both of them wearing nothing more than the same cap that Jake wore, and identical black boxer briefs. My cock strained at the sight of the two handsome young men.

The chair slid from under me, but Jake caught me and lowered me onto my back. I stared up at the three beauties, and suddenly Ethan slid up my body, his muscular arms either side of my head, and did a push up that brought his lips inches from mine.

The scent of his cologne mixed with the fresh aroma of his sweat, and swelled my cock even further. The music worked perfectly, and with each beat, Ethan brushed against me and sent shocks of pleasure through my body.

My pants came down, and I knew it was Mason. My shoes slid off, and now I was wearing exactly what they were, minus the cap.

He straddled my face, his warm, intoxicating ass pushing down until I inhaled him deeply. Ethan moved back, his perfect butt now bouncing on my crotch as the music continued, and I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven.

I Put A Spell on You, but it wasn't from Magic Mike. As my body felt unimaginable pleasure, I realised where I'd heard it. Fifty Shades of Grey.

Wyatt, Chase, Blake and Brandon appeared, but Brandon stood away as the other three reached me, just as naked as the others.

I was on my feet now, hands crawling across my body as I stared directly at Brandon through the darkness, and he stared right back.

Lips pressed against my neck and chest, fingers trailed my bulge, hands squeezed my ass, and I moaned.

Someone took my right hand, someone else took my left, and now I had cocks in both of them. My underwear came down, making my erection bounce, and all I could do was look at Brandon, looking at me.

Fingers closed around my pole, my breath became broken, and tongues, so many tongues.

I was close. I was so fucking close.

Crazy in Love, another Fifty Shades track. Jesus, they had this perfected.

The frat boys moved aside as the beat dropped. Leaving me naked, hard and gasping as Brandon glared at me like a lion at it's prey.

My entire body had pins and needles, I watched him as he strolled toward me. His long, perfect cock was curled inside his white briefs, his features looked even sharper in the shadows, and when he reached me, his hand grasped the back of my neck and dragged me closer.

"Turn" he whispered.

He spun me around, his bulge now pushing between my cheeks and his strong hands roaming down my body, closer and closer to my cock. Fuck.

The rest stood around, watching intently as the strobes intensified, Brandon's hands pleasured me. It was perfect. It was amazing. It was magical.

I exploded. It was like a cannon, spurting ropes of thick sperm onto the chair that I'd been sitting on, more and more of it, like an endless stream, as Brandon coaxed it out of me. I lay my head back on his shoulder, gasping and moaning until he emptied me as the song faded to an end.

"Welcome to the club, Hunter"