Pledges: Gay Erotic Stories (16 page)

Already working in tandem almost telepathically, they both seized their stiff cocks and began to pump them. As the science nerd had guessed, the added sensation of rubbing those sensitive poles increased their ability to take more of the dildo.
Not only that, their hands pumping up and down their hardons contributed to the humping rhythm of their bare asses. As Billy jerked his pink rod, he drove down harder with his big white butt. Austin pumped his slim, long cock with his hand and heaved upward toward that hefty football butt above.
As the heat in their cocks rose, so did the lusty ache in their assholes. Austin let out a huge grunt and opened up completely. Billy shouted as he slammed his sweaty butt over his nerdy pal’s equally sweaty can.
They did it! The entire dildo disappeared as their butts kissed. But that wasn’t the end of it. They were so into it, they began to grind their asses together as they flailed their cocks and put on the wildest show the three seniors across the room from them had ever witnessed.
Connected by the rubber up their butts and their deep friendship, they worked themselves into a simultaneous orgasm.
“Oh, my god! I am so fucked,” Austin shouted.
Billy echoed his sentiment. “Hell, yeah! So am I!”
Buried beneath his pal’s huge white ass, Austin yanked a sticky load out. He didn’t care in the least that he was coming all over the fraternity’s couch, or that the snotty seniors were watching it all. He’d just had the best time of his life!
Billy sat back over his slim buddy’s round butt and wriggled over the sweaty cheeks. The deep ache in his gut from that buried dildo seemed to throb just under his balls as they spewed out a spray of jizz to splatter his white belly. He could hardly believe how good it felt, even with the asshole seniors watching it all—and filming it!
To their surprise, the arrogant seniors actually ended up clapping and cheering. But that accolade lasted only a moment. The nasty sight of the pair of naked freshmen sprawled out on the couch with that dildo buried in their asses, and shooting their loads too, was far too enticing. They jumped up from their couch, and laughing wildly, came over to finish themselves off over the sweat-soaked pledges
Three sticky loads spewed over their butts.
Then they left the room, still laughing. The pair of pledges was left to disengage and clean up. Once the dildo had slid from their tenderized holes, they both rose on shaky legs to face each other.
“We did good, Austin,” Billy admitted with a shaky grin.
“We did fucking great,” Austin corrected.
“I’m sure glad we decided to go to the same college. Aren’t you?”
Billy’s tentative tone and pink blush had Austin grinning from ear-to-ear.
“Me, too. Me, too.”

It was hell week, and all heaven was breaking loose. The fraternity houses ringing the campus were putting their pledges through the final five days of rigorous loyalty and honor testing before true initiation. And Bryant Barnes was right in the middle of the mayhem.

The tall, slim, dark-skinned African American loved this time of year—pledge season—best of all. There was nothing to compare to it off-campus. All the eager young men doing whatever it took to become part of a fraternity, undergoing the trials and tribulations and exultations that were all a part of their journey to true manhood. Academics were put on hold; action was the name of the game.

Bryant’s plush lips parted in a grin, revealing strong white teeth, as he gripped the iron handrail and climbed the wooden steps up to the oldest fraternity on campus, staring at the large, red Greek letters that adorned the front of the nineteenthcentury mansion, a beacon of welcome to all men of his bent.

Two fraternity brothers and six pledges were waiting for him in the foyer of the house when he pushed through the big oaken doors. “About time you got back from the beer run, pledge!” Conrad barked. “Get down on your hands and knees! There’s keyholing to be done!”

Bryant dropped the beer cases on a table next to the door and then dropped to his hands and knees on the polished floor. The six pledges immediately followed suit, diving to the floor, anxious to obey.

Conrad inspected them from above. He was a big, muscular, ivory-skinned twenty-two-year-old with glossy black hair and a square, chiseled face with bright blue eyes. The brother with him was Luis, a small, wiry guy the same age as Conrad. Luis was copper-skinned and brown-eyed, his face smooth and delicate, lips lush and erotic. He watched Conrad look over the seven young men on all fours, his eyes gleaming with a deep, abiding passion.

“Okay, up the stairs,” Conrad ordered. “You’re going to clean the keyholes on the brothers’ bedroom doors. No peeking inside, either,” he added, winking at Luis.

Bryant quickly scrambled to the head of the pack and began crawling up the blue-carpeted stairs on his hands and knees, the others rapidly following after him. The brothers brought up the rear, appreciating the view of seven clenching, twitching sets of buttocks tightly encased in jeans and khakis. They herded the pledges up the stairs and onto the second floor landing, down the hall to the first door.

The house being so old, the dark wooden bedroom doors all had old-fashioned keyholes, with working locks. Conrad and Luis ranged the seven pledges out down the long hallway, assigning a bedroom door to each of them. The pledges knelt in position in front of the doors, then rose up onto their haunches, staring at the keyholes, compliantly awaiting further instructions.

Conrad glanced at Luis then back at the kneeling young men. “Well, start cleaning those keyholes! What are you waiting for?”

Bryant looked up at the man, quizzical as the rest of the bunch. “Uh, what are we supposed to clean the keyholes with?” he asked as politely as possible.

Luis snorted.
Conrad stated, “With your tongues, of course.”
Bryant gulped. “Oh.” Then he stuck out his long, brilliantpink tongue and rimmed the brass keyhole fixture.

The other pledges looked at him, and then rushed to take up their own tasks. Six lickers shot out and began swirling brass, squirming inside and around keyholes.

“Get in there deep!” Conrad exhorted, strutting up and down the hallway. “I want to see that brass shine inside and out.”
Bryant washed his thick tongue all over the fixture, making it gleam. Then he shaped his pink sticker into a blade, jabbed it inside the large keyhole, and felt something warm and soft on the end of his tongue.
He jerked his head back down and went eye-level with the opening in the door. He stared into what appeared to be a fraternity brother’s spread ass on the other side of the door.
“See something you like, pledge?” Luis said, walking up behind Bryant.
Bryant popped his head back up. He stared into the taut, tawny twin cheeks of Luis’s bare ass.
The brother’s pants were gone; just his shoes and socks and shirt remained. He reached back, grasped his copper buttocks and spread them, revealing his darker-hued pucker. “Well, keep cleaning.”
The other pledges had all met fraternity asses through their designated keyholes, as well. Now they turned their heads and gaped at Bryant, as the young man crawled around and planted his tongue in between Luis’s open cheeks, licking up the brother’s smooth-shaven crack.
Luis groaned and quivered. The pledges gulped and trembled.
Conrad was sans pants, too. His buttocks were huge, round and creamy white. A pink cock dangled between his muscular legs. He strode up to the junction of Bryant’s tongue and Luis’s ass, inspecting the
lickmanship
. “Good work, pledge,” he allowed, watching Bryant drag his widened tongue up and down Luis’s crack, to Luis’s panting satisfaction. “The rest of you, you’ve seen how it’s done. Now back to work.”
The pledges went back to cleaning the keyholes, touching, teasing the brothers’ assholes on the other side of the doors. Their keyholing was only interrupted when Conrad or Luis presented them with an ass up-close and personal. Then they earnestly licked that brother’s crack, wet-stroking sensitive bum cleavage, the better performers diving deep between the brothers’ legs and swabbing perineum and crack all the way up to tailbone, again and again.
After enthusiastically licking Luis’s ass, Bryant happily went back to keyholing. He shoved and writhed his tongue as deep as it would go to taste as much of the brother’s ass on the other side that he could. Until Conrad cleared his throat right next to the kneeling man, and Bryant yanked two inches of tongue out of the keyhole, reformed it flat, and applied it in wide, sweeping strokes to Conrad’s deep, tender butt.
They weren’t allowed to touch, just lap. But that was more than good enough for Bryant. He slurped quickly, then slowly, really dragging Conrad’s crack in long, sensuous, budded licks. Then he paused at the man’s engorged pucker, and painted the wrinkled rim of manhole with his twirling tongue.
Conrad jumped and grunted, his ass on Bryant’s tongue. Bryant stuck the pink spear into Conrad’s open butthole and squished it around inside the brother’s anus.
The other pledges were thus encouraged to go as deep and dirty as they could. Luis felt the erotic benefits, a pledge jabbing away at his asshole.
Bryant flat-out fucked Conrad’s ass, drilling hard and deep, setting Conrad’s cock to jump. Until the man himself had to jump forward, off Bryant’s wicked tongue.
The keyholing continued up and down the line, until holes on doors and brothers truly did shine.

There was a small party in the large fraternity house living room after the keyholing chores had been completed. Half the brothers were there, twelve men, plus all of the seven pledges. The pledges were required to do the serving—crawling back and forth on their knees between the kitchen and living room balancing cans of beer and bowls of chips on their heads.

“Now, don’t drop anything,” Conrad warned the kneeling young men in the kitchen.
“Yeah, that’ll really suck,” Luis said, grinning along with his brother.
The two men outfitted the pledges with a beer can each on their heads and then led them from the kitchen, down the hall, into the living room. The brothers were all standing around waiting, with no pants on, just like Conrad and Luis.
The pledges halted as a body, stared at the group of halfnaked men. The brothers’ cocks jutted out long, hard and thick from their waists. All of the men were well built where it counted most.
“Well, come on, pledges!” Conrad barked from behind. “Start servicing.”
Bryant took the initiative for the group once again, marching forward on his knees with the beer can on his head, marching, perhaps, too aggressively. His right knee hit a bump in the blue carpet and the beer can tumbled off his head.
“That sucks,” commented the brother who Bryant was beer-bound for. His name was Marvis, a chocolate-hued man of medium height and weight, with glasses and short-cropped hair, and an enormous, black dong. Marvis hefted his meat, gesturing at Bryant with it.
Bryant looked back at Conrad, his eyes showing their whites, all of the other pledges’ eyes gone wide as well. Conrad nodded.
Bryant turned his head back around and crawled forward on his knees, up to Marvis’s pointing cock. Marvis pried Bryant’s lush lips open with his bloated cap, fed his vein-swollen shaft into Bryant’s hot, wet, red mouth, along moistened pink tongue. He didn’t stop until he hit the back of Bryant’s throat.
Bryant sealed his lips around the huge dong filling his face. Marvis pumped his hips, fucking Bryant’s mouth.
“Beer me or blow me!” the rest of the brothers chimed.
Pledges moved forward on their knees. Some made it to a brother without spilling their precious cargo. Some didn’t. Those who didn’t had their lips stretched and mouths punished with a fully erect, pulsating cock, plowing inside them and pumping. Bryant did more than just take the delicious donging to the tonsils, however. Exhilarated by the taste, the feel, the pulsing power of all that meat in his mouth, the musky scent of Marvis’s pube-dotted balls, Bryant excitedly bobbed his head back and forth in rhythm to Marvis’s thrusting, sucking on the man’s pumping pipe. He intensely serviced the brother.
Marvis had to jerk his hips back, pop his slathered cock out of Bryant’s sweet vacuuming mouth, before he prematurely ended the party for himself.
Bryant crawled back and forth between the kitchen and living room, along with the other pledges, a steady, crawling line of young, open-mouthed men. Bryant seldom made it all the way with his load of chips or beer. He caught Luis’s lengthy cock in his mouth for his carelessness, sucked heavy and heady on Conrad’s smooth-shafted, wrist-thick dong as a result of his clumsiness.
The brothers didn’t fully let loose, though. That was saved for the basement cleaning and reaming that evening.

All twenty-five brothers showed up for the get-together in the basement of the frat house. None of them was wearing pants, just like at the afternoon party.

Conrad explained, “This is the final test before initiation. You’re under no obligation to participate. But for those who do—willing and ably—we’ll know for sure that those are the types of men we’re looking for.”

Bryant was the first to rip off his shirt and pants, kick off his shoes, skin down his shorts. His ebony body gleamed under the fluorescent lights, smooth and lithe and luscious, blue-black cock rising up from his shaven loins with excitement. He had been issued the first toothbrush and shot glass full of soapy water, the first exhortation to begin scrubbing the tiled basement floor.

The other pledges had all followed suit, right down to their birthday suits. The brothers gripped their cocks and stroked, staring down at the seven stuck-up, jiggling asses of the pledges scrubbing at the floor.

Bryant felt a mist hit his upraised bottom, a pair of fingers slipping in between his tightened cheeks to rub the lube in. He quivered, scraping at a tile with his clenched toothbrush. And then something bulbous and beefy parted his ass, pressed up against his tingling manhole.

He lifted his head from the floor and looked back. Marvis grinned back at him, blindingly. The brother was squatted behind him, the tip of his dark meat buried in Bryant’s buttocks. He gripped the young man’s waist and thrust his hips forward. Bryant felt slickened cap squish through his resisting ring and lodge in his ass; then he experienced the sensational, shimmering rush of rock-hard erection sliding into his chute, bloating his butt.