Delta Phi Inc - Part 6

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"You stand right there and you explain what the fuck this shit is!"

The boy stood in the kitchen with humiliated tears in his eyes. His mother sobbed into a handkerchief, and his father towered over him with a ferocious look in his eyes.

"I'll give you to the count of three before I start beating your ass, kid!" He snapped, slamming his hand  onto the keyboard of the laptop and sending plastic keys through the kitchen.

The boy looked to his mom for help, but the woman couldn't bear to return it. He stared at the screen of the laptop, and cringed at the image of a topless man. How had he been so stupid? He knew that his parents looked through his stuff, and even though he'd buried the innocent photograph deep in a set of folders, it had been found.

"I'm calling Father Andrews" his dad said, scrambling for the phone.

The pit in the boy's stomach grew larger at the idea of it, but his mom howled and rushed toward the phone, blocking her husband's path.

"No!" She bawled, "no, it's a phase, Roger! We don't need to go involving anybody. He'll grow out of it".

"I WON'T!" he screamed, tears streaming down his red cheeks, "it's not a phase! I'm... I'm..."

The man barrelled toward him with clenched fists and a look of bitter, visceral fury on his face, and just as he reached him, I woke up.

My body was covered in beads of sweat and I sat up on my elbows in the darkness of my dorm room. I'd had the dream before, many times in fact, and it never got any easier. My chest rose and fell rapidly, and I had to sit up even further to bring my breathing under control.

I could handle nightmares. Monsters and ghosts had nothing on my parents, and at least nightmares weren't real. Dreaming about memories was much, much worse.

By the time I'd fallen back asleep, light was already spilling into the bedroom, and an hour later, I woke once more to the sound of my roommate Lawrence.

"Hunter"

I kept my eyes closed.

"Hunter!"

"What?"

"Can I borrow these?"

I looked over at the young man who was naked once again. I had to admit that college was quickly becoming the best thing that I had ever done. I was seeing naked men almost daily, and when Lawrence held up a pair of my worn underwear, all I could do was shrug and watch as he pulled them on.

"I put all mine in the laundry" he scoffed, seemingly unbothered that he was wearing someone else's boxer briefs, "can't go around freeballing all day, huh?"

I smiled and stretched in the bed as my roommate dressed and left. It was Saturday, I could have stayed in bed all day if I wanted to, but Brandon had invited me back over to the frat house for nine.

I showered, dressed and left, and down on campus the place bustled with people.

"Hey Hunter!" Someone who I didn't know waved, and I waved back.

"Hey man" two guys who I scarcely recognised smiled, and I smiled back.

This was nothing like living back home. When I wasn't being bullied by my own parents, I was being bullied by most of the people I met on the street and yet here, everybody seemed to like me. I wasn't sure why exactly they liked me, but I wasn't complaining either.

Wyatt opened the door dressed in only a pair of loose, flowing shorts. His junk was immediately visible through the thin fabric, and when he turned around, his perfect ass bulged in them.

"Come on" he said, waving for me, "grab a water and get your ass out the back".

I followed the handsome young man into the house. The place still amazed me, but it was much quieter than normal. I peered into the living room where I'd watched Chase and Jake have full blown sex on the floor. It was empty now.

I took a bottle of water from the table in the kitchen and continued out to the large backyard. It was almost entirely filled with half naked jocks, and I couldn't help but adjust my dick in my pants as I looked around.

They were all facing me, but it wasn't me that they were looking at. A very muscular man with skin as dark as the black shorts that were sticking to him, stood in front of them like a drill sergeant. He was stretching his large arms, and the frat boys were copying him.

"Hey Hunter!" Brandon called from the back, "come on".

I sheepishly shuffled through the group, and as I did, I was hit with various wafts of fresh, delicious sweat. By the time I reached Brandon, I was as hard as a rock.

"Every Saturday" he said, with perspiration trailing down his bare chest, "and we hit the gym as much as possible, too".

I gulped. I'd been to a gym once in my life and had fallen off the treadmill to a chorus of laughter.

"Don't worry" Brandon smiled, his teeth sparkling in the sunlight, "just follow what Luca is doing".

I looked back at Luca. He was extremely handsome, just like everybody else who was surrounding me. He was doing star jumps now, and so were all the rest of them. I glanced down at Brandon's shorts, his long pole jumped up and down with each movement, and I wondered if anybody around here actually owned a pair of underwear.

The workout was gruelling, and after forty minutes, I lay on my back on the grass, huffing deep breaths rapidly into my burning lungs. Jake appeared over me with a grin on his face.

"Morning" he said, glugging from his bottle of water as his wet body glistened.

"M... Morning" I breathed, and felt him drag me to my feet, "come on" he said, "shower time".

I gulped once more. Throughout my entire life, I'd done everything humanly possible to avoid being naked around other people. In school I'd purposely be early or late to the changing rooms, for swimming I'd wrap a towel around my waist so tightly that I could hardly breathe, but now I had no excuse.

I expected Jake to walk back toward the house, but he and the rest of the frat boys turned and headed further down the yard. I followed nervously.

At the very end, a large shed stood. I'd hardly noticed it before, but I wasn't sure how. The young men began to pile inside, but only after they'd stripped from their shorts. I hesitated for a moment, and Jake noticed.

"You good, bro?" He asked, sliding down his shorts and revealing the beautiful cock that I'd seen the last time.

"Uh... I um... I can shower back at my place" I nodded, "it's no problem".

"Don't be silly" he laughed, "we've got spare clothes here, plus, we're having a meeting after this".

Jake reached for me and lifted the sweat soaked t-shirt up and over my head. Immediately my cheeks began to burn.

"Hey" he said, lifting my chin, "you don't have to do this, but I think you need to do it".

I'm not sure how, but Jake was right. As nervous as I was, I had to get over this. Sure, I wasn't as hung or as fit as any of those guys, and they'd probably laugh or joke about it, but I was eighteen now, I couldn't act like a child forever.

I kicked off my trainers and reluctantly stripped further until I stood naked and trembling next to Jake. I clasped my hands over my junk and followed him inside.

It felt like a sauna. Instantly, warm steam surrounded both of us, and so too did the stench of hot young men.

Conversations rang out around me, and everywhere I looked, large cocks, fat cocks, smooth ones, hairy ones, ones with huge balls, ones with tight balls, cut ones, uncut ones, they all bounced around and nobody seemed to have a care in the world.

"There you are" Brandon smiled, walking naked toward me, soaking wet and sporting one of the best cocks I had ever seen.

"Afraid you'll lose it?" He laughed, nodding toward my hands, I smiled back awkwardly, but kept them in place.

"We're going out for dinner and a few drinks later" Brandon told me, scrubbing his armpit, "I've got some shirts you can borrow if you need to".

I'd never been invited anywhere before coming to this place. Part of me felt like crying. Was this all because they wanted me in their videos? Even when I told Brandon that I didn't think I could do it, he had still been kind.

"Wyatt's dad owns the bar, so we shouldn't have any problems" Jake grinned, squeezing my naked shoulders as I stood under one of the man hot streams of water.

"Are you really that worried?" Brandon asked seriously as Jake got lost in the crowd of wet, naked men, and I watched as he looked down at my hands.

"I uh... I mean... No, it's just..."

He smiled warmly at me and reached for my wrists. My heart thumped hard in my chest and a feeling of dread punched me in the stomach. This was it. This was the moment that Brandon and all the rest of them would realise that I was definitely not going to be able to be in their videos. I squeezed my eyes shut as he moved my hands away from my crotch, and when I opened them a moment later, he was smiling at me.

"The way you were acting" he laughed, scrubbing his hair now, "I was expecting a pussy or something".

My face burned red, but I managed an awkward laugh back.

"Though that could have worked too" he pondered, and grinned at me, "dude, you've got a great dick, you need to have more confidence in yourself".

Without another word, Brandon reached for it, plucked it between his fingers and gave it a squeeze. I almost passed out.

"He's got a hot little ass, too" Chase smirked, squeezing my wet ass cheek as he passed by.

I didn't know whether to be grateful or mortified as the frat boys touched me, but one thing was for sure, I was certainly relieved.

"Alright guys!" Brandon called out and the conversations died off, "meeting first, then breakfast".

The naked young men began to pile out of the shed and Brandon looked over at me.

"There's no pressure" he said as we walked, "but I've added you to some of the scenes to give you a bit of a taster. If you don't like it or you're not comfortable, it's no big deal, okay?"

I stared back at him for a moment, then down at my exposed cock which I was no longer hiding.

"Fuck it" I said, feeling a rush of adrenaline, "let's do this".