Delta Phi Inc - Part 3

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In the bathroom I changed into the dry clothes that Brandon had given me. As I pulled them on, I realised that I was doing so in vain. Another loud crash of thunder sounded outside and the rain smashed even heavier against the window. The moment I stepped foot back outside the frat house, I'd be soaked through again.

I did my best to dry my hair before sighing and leaving the bathroom. Brandon was gone, and the place was quiet until I heard it.

It was low at first. A faint slapping noise, flesh on flesh, growing louder by the second. The door that Brandon had pointed to earlier was ajar, cracked open only an inch or two. I leaned forward out of curiosity alone. I still didn't agree with what these guys were doing, but my interest got the better of me.

Closer I got, my ears picking up every wet sound, every rough grunt, until finally I could see it. Blake Bennett, the party boy I'd met already, was stood in only a backward facing baseball cap. His smooth, muscular body was slick with sweat or perhaps baby oil, it was difficult to tell under the strong lighting. He wasn't very tall, but he had a body that made my junk stiffen up in my trousers.

He was naked, I could tell that much, but his groin was blocked by another person. I'd only spoken to Carter briefly, and I'd certainly never expected to see him like this. He was bent over a small sofa, as naked as Blake was, and moaning loudly. Blake held his hips, slamming himself inside as the handsome young jock took his cock.

Two tripods on either side captured almost every detail, and then Jake appeared with a third camera, closing in on the explicits. My dick was now bulging.

Wyatt appeared in the frame. He was wearing nothing but a pair of loose basketball shorts which showed off his bubble butt in the most perfect way. He stood on the other side of the sofa that Carter was bent over, and began rubbing his junk across the young man's face.

Despite my reservations, I couldn't deny that this was the hottest thing I had ever witnessed in my life. Sure, it was a bunch of gay for pay dudes, but who cared? They weren't just acting gay, they were fucking and sucking and touching...

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and part of me wanted to smash it off the wall.

"Hello?" I whispered angrily, moving away from the door.

"Holter!" Ricardo's voice bellowed down the phone, "my best fucking customer just rang! You throw pizza at them? Huh, why you do this? AND WHERE ARE YOU? TEN PIZZA HERE!"

I was already jogging down the stairs by the time he finished shouting.

"I'm on my way" I growled, and just as I reached the front door and slipped the phone back into my pocket, Brandon appeared.

"Going so soon?" He asked, a slice of pizza draped over his palm. God, he was hot.

"I uh... Yeah, work" I sighed.

"You could be working here" he continued, his shiny smile flashing across his beautiful face, "I think you'd enjoy it more, and you'll get paid more".

As tempting as the offer was, I wasn't like them. Every one of them was stunning. Their bodies were unbelievably ripped. Their skin was flawless. They were flawless. The thought of even being shirtless around these guys made me squirm.

"I um... I don't think I'm the right guy for the job" I smiled sadly, "I'm not as... You know" I gestured at Brandon in general, and he laughed.

"You're not what?" He pressed.

"I'm not... You".

"Thankfully" Brandon smirked, and took me around the shoulder, leading me into the living room. "How about this" he continued, sitting me down.

I watched as he sat opposite, still conscious that Ricardo was going to have my head when I got back. Brandon leaned back in the plush cushions.

"Let the people decide" he said with a shrug.

"The people?" I asked, "is this like Ancient Rome or something?"

Brandon grinned and took out his phone.

"We have over twenty thousand subscribers" he explained, "each subscriber pays just under ten dollars a month, after fees, that's nearly fifteen grand in your pocket a month".

My eyes widened.

"But if you're worried because you're not six foot tall and built of stone, then why don't we let the twenty thousand fans decide?"

My mind still rested on the enormous figure that he'd just given me. It was unimaginable. I'd never had that amount of money in my life, probably not even altogether. Already I was thinking of the things I could do with it.

"So, what do you say?" He continued.

Was a simple price tag enough to make me abandon my morals? You fucking bet it was.

"Yeah" I nodded eagerly, "yeah, but how?"

"Take off your shirt" he smirked, and I gulped, "come on, it's just us here".

"And twenty thousand other people" I groaned, "Brandon I don't have a six pack or big muscles or a big..."

"Dick?" He sniggered.

"Yes" I replied truthfully. There was no point lying to him about it. All the porn stars I had ever seen had giant cocks and beautiful bodies, and that just wasn't me.

I wasn't bad looking, but I certainly wasn't on the same level as the frat boys, that was for sure.

"You worry too much, Hunter" he said, standing up, "just chill out".

Brandon took my hand in his. It was warm, and strong, and perfect, just like he was. I had to shake my head to rid myself of the thoughts I was having about him, and then stood too.

"Do you mind?" He asked, sliding the zipper of my jacket down. I shook my head slowly.

Brandon pulled it from me, and a moment later, hooked his fingers under the end of the t-shirt he'd given me. I was nervous now, but I lifted my arms as he raised it over my head, and dropped it onto the chair.

"Now" he said, stepping back as I hugged my thin body.

I felt utterly ridiculous standing half naked in his presence. I was sure that the moment I turned my back, Brandon would have a right good laugh with the others about how puny and scrawny I was. My cheeks burned red.

"Loosen up, Hunter" he said softly, "let them see the real you".

He was holding his phone toward me now, something which made me cringe. What if someone I knew found this? What if my parents ever found out? But fifteen grand a month was more than enough of an incentive, and so I reluctantly dropped my arms and stood as straight as I could.

"There" he said, punching the screen of his phone with his thumbs, "posted".

My heart slammed in my chest. I wasn't sure if it was excitement or fear, but it was done. I pulled my t-shirt back on quickly, followed by my jacket.

"Well, I'll see you around" I mumbled, "I've got to get back to work".

"Wow, hold your horses" Brandon laughed, "this will only take a minute".

I lifted a brow.

"Dude, we're one of the hottest creators out there, people ain't missing an opportunity to get involved, and look, they're already commenting".

Brandon handed me his phone, and slowly I took it in my trembling hand.

Pull yourself together, Hunter I hissed in my own head.

The photo he'd just taken made me wince. I looked stupid, standing there topless, with nothing at all to be proud of, and yet my eyes fell to the caption.

What do you guys think of our new friend?

It had been posted less than two minutes ago, and already it had received nearly three hundred likes. The shock must have been evident in my face.

"Check the comments" Brandon said, slumping back on the sofa and resting his legs on the coffee table.

I pulled them up, and began to read.

Oh wow, he's a cutie.

What I'd give for an hour with that boy!

He looks so innocent, let Bennett at him!!

THIS is what I've been waiting for.

He'd look even better with a face full of frat juice.

HAZE HIM!

The comments continued for pages and pages. My eyes scanned them quickly to keep up, but it was impossible. For every comment I read, five new ones appeared. Nobody was calling me ugly, or scrawny, or nerdy, or anything. I couldn't believe it.

"I knew they'd like you" Brandon grinned, "so why don't you do what you know you want to do, bro? Quit that shitty job and come work with us".

I'd never been as excited in my life, but I'd never been as nervous either. I had nothing at all against sex work, but part of me felt a little seedy for even considering it. I'd grown up in a very modest household, and I'd listened to my bigoted parents filling us with biblical shit for years, I guess it was hard to push that all aside.

"I... I'm a virgin" I said, and felt just as fucking stupid as I had a moment before.

Brandon glanced at me and raised a brow. Why was he so damn handsome?

"We'll start off easy then" he smirked.