Delta Phi Inc - Part 4

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When I applied for college I was nervous. When I took my driving test I was nervous. This however, was a whole new level of fucking nervousness. I spent the entire night and the following day in a state of perpetual anxiousness. The idea that hundreds of people had seen a topless photo of me made me cringe, and the idea that I was going to shed even more clothes, and star in these weird movies was almost too much to handle.

By lunch time, I'd decided that I was going to call it all off. Ten minutes later, I decided against it, and the back and forth battle continued until five o' clock when I found myself walking toward the frat house.

Outside the door, I sucked mouthfuls of air into my lungs and tried to calm my stampeding heart. This was stupid, it was just a bit of fun, a quick video that might even make me some cash. Sure, I'd humiliate myself. Sure, I'd make a complete fuck-up of myself, and probably make the entire frat house hate me. Sure, the video would probably get spread around the entire campus, and probably even be seen by my parents. I felt sick.

"Dude, he looks like a fucking slug!" Brandon's voice thundered as the door swung open.

He turned to me with a grin across his beautiful face, and for a moment I forgot that I was so fucking terrified.

"Handsome Hunter" he beamed, and that didn't help at all as I cringed.

"Look at this guy and tell me he doesn't look like a slug" he laughed, wrapping his large arm around my slim shoulders and yanking me inside.

The living room was crawling with jocks. If I hadn't been so nervous, it would have been heavenly. All the guys who I'd met already bustled around the room, and a moment later my eyes fell on Jake. His muscular body was almost completely stripped of clothes, and only a pair of blue boxer briefs covered the large package he was hiding. His arms were stretched out from his body, and Chase was rubbing him down. His tanned skin glistened under the large lighting setup, and my jaw fell open.

"It looks good on camera" Jake said nonchalantly as Chase dribbled more baby oil down his perfect chest.

"Whatever you say" Brandon laughed, and continued walking me through the living room and out to the kitchen.

"Brandon, I... I don't think I can do this" I said, because with each passing minute, I realised how ridiculous I'd look compared to these beefy hunks.

"Want a Coke or something?" He asked, and I sat down at the table.

"Brandon" I said again, "I don't think I can do this".

The stunning specimen took out two cold bottles of Coke and handed me one, his eyes travelled across me for a moment, and then he shrugged.

"Then don't" he said, wrapping his perfect lips around the bottle and glugging.

I could tell by his voice that he wasn't being shitty, and I continued staring at him. Surely I'd let him down. Surely after posting the photo of me, their fans would be annoyed if I didn't appear in one of the videos.

"Aren't you pissed?" I asked, twirling the bottle in my fingers.

Brandon belched loudly and scoffed.

"Dude, it's porn" he said simply, "some people like it, some people don't, it's not the end of the world".

I cocked a brow. Why was he still being so nice to me, even though I was of no use to him anymore?

"Feel free to hang around and watch Jake and Chase's shoot though, maybe you'll enjoy watching it instead" he grinned, and walked back toward the living room.

I was beyond confused. I knew Brandon was a decent guy, but I thought he was only being decent because I might be able to make him more money. My brow furrowed, but I followed him.

The living room had been transformed since the first time I'd been there. The sofa was pulled out of the way, large light boxes stood high on stands, aiming down at a spot in the middle of the room, and five or six of the other frat boys stood around the perimeter.

Ethan stood behind a tripod which held a large camera, and Wyatt had one in his hand. After a few minutes, the room fell quiet, and I squeezed myself into a corner and watched.

Jake walked topless from the hallway, ignoring the cameras and scrolling through his phone. A moment later, Chase appeared fully clothed, and the two of them stopped in the middle.

"I bet you thought you were real smart texting Jessica behind my back" Jake growled, and I cocked a brow.

"Did you think I wouldn't find out?"

Chase smirked, his lip curling handsomely, and he shrugged. "I was hoping you would find out, actually" he scoffed back, and made to walk by Jake, who grabbed him by the arm.

I wasn't sure if I was watching a genuine argument ensue, or if this was part of the video, but judging by Wyatt working his camera, I guessed it was acting.

"You know I'm gonna' have to teach you a lesson now, don't you?" Jake hissed into Chase's ear, and the young man gulped audibly. "And the rest of the boys ain't back from the game for another hour at least".

I felt my cock begin to stiffen in my pants.

"Try it" Chase spat, "and I'll beat your ass".

Jake's hand snapped up and grasped Chase's chin, dragging him closer until they stood inches apart. Jake was grinning evilly, and his hand began to drag Chase's t-shirt up.

"I knew you wanted me" he growled, attempting to escape from the jock's firm grasp, "you can't keep your eyes off me!"

"And now I've got you" Jake slithered, and ripped the t-shirt completely from Chase, leaving his beautiful body exposed.

I glanced over at Ethan who had zoomed in on the steamy scene, and then returned my eyes to the glorious sight before me.

The two young men struggled for a moment, before Jake spun Chase around to face the camera, and leaned his chin on the young man's naked shoulder.

"I always wondered what you were packing" he sneered, "though I doubt it's anything impressive".

With one vicious yank, Chase's red shorts ripped down his legs and a stunning cock bounced out. It was flaccid, yet long. The pink tip was already wet, and his heavy balls swayed beneath his smooth rod as he struggled. By now, I was fully erect.

Jake shimmied out of his own underwear, and my eyes widened even further. His cock was semi-erect, and bigger than mine was even at the height of a boner. The two of them looked like models, and I guess they kinda' were.

"Remember this the next time you text my girlfriend" Jake growled, and grabbed his cock by the base, then began feeding it up Chase's ass.

"Fuck!" He laughed, and Chase laughed too as they disengaged and everyone began chatting as though we hadn't just watched two straight guys about to fuck.

"I wanted to get it in one take" he sighed, pumping his cock with his hand as Chase gulped from a bottle of water, still as naked as the day he was born.

I couldn't take my eyes off either of them. They were so carefree, and yet I was mortified. Of course I'd seen porn before, but something about actually seeing it play out in front of me felt strange. Nice, but strange.

It always felt like make believe when I watched it in the dead of night, with the volume at zero and my bedroom door locked. It was like the people I was watching weren't real, and that they weren't really having sex, but Chase and Jake were now chatting to each other with their dicks hanging out, as though they'd been playing chess a moment before. They weren't playing chess though, they'd been close to having real, actual sex.

"Scared yet?" Brandon asked, smiling as he nudged me with his elbow.

"Are they gonna... You know? Do it?" I asked, like a curious child.

"What, fuck?" He grinned, and I nodded.

"Well if they don't then we're gonna start getting death threats in the mail" he laughed, "people have wanted to see these two fuck for months".

I looked back around. Jake was now sporting a large boner, and the two young men got back into the same position they'd been in a few moments before.

Ethan raised a hand, and silence fell once more.

"Remember this the next time you text my girlfriend" Jake repeated, and drove his long cock into Chase.

The young man gasped, but I could see the lube that had already been applied, glisten. I smiled to myself, and watched the handsome young man pretend that he was in pain, as Jake drilled him violently.

Their muscular bodies looked sweaty, but I knew that Jake was covered head to toe in baby oil. The loud sound of sex filled the room, and I couldn't help but admire them. They were fucking in front of all of us, and they didn't seem to have the slightest care in the world. Part of me envied them.

The scene continued for nearly an hour. They took breaks in between the wet, sloppy sex, to get water, re-apply lube, or simply chat. A few times, Chase had been in the throes of passion, when he suddenly burst into laughter and couldn't control it. When the final scene was being shot, the two of them were on the ground. Chase's leg was being held up by Jake, who was back inside him. The camera was inches from them, zoomed in on Chase's wet, hairless hole.

"Time for the money shot!" Wyatt announced.

Everybody watched, but none more carefully than me.

Jake began to slam himself deep into Chase's bowels. His heavy balls bouncing against the young man's smooth flesh. His eyes were closed and his head was tilted backwards, and for a while I forgot that both of these men were apparently straight. I had to admit, they did a good job of being gay.

Jake's body tensed up, making his muscles even more defined, and he gasped loudly.

"Fuck yeah" he groaned, "take my cum, bitch!"

I could see the moment he began to spill his load inside Chase. His balls tightened and crawled upwards, his large prick began expanding inside the young man, and the two of them moaned and gasped as he orgasmed.

When it was finally over, Jake pulled his half soft dick from Chase's ass, and a glob of thick, creamy cum spilled from him. I stood frozen in place, gawping at the wonderful scene.

"Need a tissue?" Brandon asked with a cheeky grin, and nodded toward my grey sweatpants where a large damp patch had seeped through the fabric.

"Fuck!" I hissed, covering myself as my cheeks began to glow, "I'm sorry... I... I uh..."

"Bro" he laughed, patting my shoulder, "if it didn't make you hard, then we wouldn't be very good, would we?"

I gulped, but nodded. I guess he was right.

Everybody began chatting with each other a moment later, before Blake Bennett appeared with an entire cooler of beer. The frat boys all took one, Brandon handed one to me, and they sat around drinking like this had been an entirely standard evening.

I sat down too, though I was still in a state of shock. It had been nothing like what I'd expected, but could I really see myself being the centre of attention like Jake and Chase had been? I was nothing like those guys. I had no muscle, my dick was on the small side, I wasn't as confident as them, and I certainly wasn't as hot. I gulped from the can, and then realised that a very naked, very beautiful Jake stood inches from me.

"Did you enjoy that?" He asked with a smile, but when I looked up, I could hardly see him behind his cock.

"I uh... Yeah... It was... It was..."

"Well it made you speechless apparently" he laughed, and sat down next to me, "don't stress yourself out about it, bro" he continued, sipping from his can, "but doing this was the best decision I ever made".

"Yeah, but you're hot" I sighed, "you're all hot"

He turned to me, his eyes trailed me for a moment and he scoffed.

"You're a twink" he grinned, "I bet you'd be an instant hit".

I appreciated his compliment, but I wasn't sure I believed it.

"It's your call, man" he said, patting my knee, "but trust me, you'll never look back"