Brat in the Frat Ch 05 - Halloween Baby

Deciding to not join the frat but still dating one of its members was the best of both worlds.  I say dating because it wasn’t official.  We had never been on an actual date.  It was more like “friends with benefits” but I knew he wasn’t dating anyone else.  He bragged about the guys checking him out and a few anonymous hookups.  I had seen Ted a few times and didn’t want to stop any time soon.  The difference being is that with Ted there wasn’t an emotional connection but with Brad there was a connection.

He’d send me a late night text before bed and we’d end up in these conversations.  He’d send me a text in the morning just saying, thinking of you, and sometimes throughout the day he’d send me some kind of joke or invitation to meet up later.  And everyone in his frat knew about me.  I’d walk past all of them with a head nod or a, “what up” and they just nodded or said hi.

But that Halloween our relationship changed.  It got deeper.  It all started fairly innocuously a few days before the fraternity’s party while we were playing video games in the main room with one of the other members and a pledge.  The pledge was in his tighty whities of course and the frat bro was chilling shirtless.  I had a near constant erection in my jeans that I did my best to hide.  Brad was next to me and kept teasing me and trying to distract me because I was in the lead on the racing game.

“We should play something you’re not so good at,” he said.

“I can take you on all the games,” I replied.

“Oh, that sounds like a challenge,” the frat bro said.

“Definitely a challenge,” the pledge added.

“Shut up,” the bro said with a smack to the back of the pledge’s head.

“I’d be winning if it were something I am good at.  I don’t like these racing games.  If it were a first person shooter I’d kick your ass.”

Normally I would have let something like this go.  I would have just not said anything.  Maybe he was talking out of his ass and maybe he actually could beat me, it didn’t matter, not to my ego, but there was something about sitting there with the two other guys so I decided to egg him on just a little.

“I’ll beat you on any game, any system, hell even a board game,” I said.

“There’s no way you could take me in Desert GI.  I’m the best at that game.  I have the top score in the frat.”

Yes, they sat around and played video games that much, usually while drinking and/or smoking weed, and I knew he had logged many hours.  But so did I.  Desert GI was like so many of those types of games: a map, a selection of weapons, and lots of running around trying to shoot the other person.

“Oh, I think I could take you,” I said.

“No way,” Brad said, “I’d kick your butt.”

He was in last place in the game we were playing and used his left hand to try and tickle me.  At first it didn’t work but when he got under my arm pit I felt the usual tingle and started to laugh so he dropped the controller and grabbed at me with both hands.  One hand under each pit he tickled until I was on my side and had fallen from first to last, laughing so hard I was nearly out of breath and seriously trying to stop myself from pissing my pants.

“Okay, I give, I give,” he forced from the my throat.

“I didn’t hear you,” he said as he kept at me.

“Please, I give,” I said.

He pulled me up into him and kissed me on the forehead.  I felt his muscled arms around me and my dick was hard again making me forget for a moment about having to piss.  He held me until we looked at each other and agreed that the fun was over.  I looked around at the rest of the guys who didn’t seem to notice, at least not consciously, neither of them were looking at us, but the pledge in his briefs did have a slight erection.  Though of course a horny eighteen year old doesn’t need much of a reason for one of those.  Brad picked up his controller and started to drive again.  He passed me easily and I started after him.

When we finished my dick had shriveled again and I remembered I needed to piss so I got up from the couch.  I looked to Brad who had a smirk on his face from having overpowered me and tickled me until I gave up.  I wanted to one up him at something, maybe even embarrass him a little.

“Okay, when I get back we play Desert GI, just the two of us,” I said, “and we see who’s the best.”

“Oh yeah?” he replied.

“That sounds like a challenge.  You two should make a bet.”

“Yeah, the loser should have to spend the rest of the day in the house in his tighty whities,” the pledge said.

I could see why he would want someone else, especially Brad, to join in his embarrassment of having to walk around the frat his underwear but I shook off the idea.   I wanted something else, something more.  And yet as I tried to think of something I started to worry he might just beat me.

“Winner gets to pick out the loser’s Halloween costume for the party,” Brad said.

“That sounds fun,” the bro said.

I started to sweat.  Was I any good?  Was I better?  The idea of picking out his costume brought a smirk to my face and Brad noticed.  He smiled back for a moment before getting a really serious look as if he was thinking about how he’d dress me.  Would it be my little swim briefs he liked so much?  I could walk around in that all night, hell maybe even get some action out of it.  

“Okay,” I said, “when I get back we’ll play and I’ll take your bet.”

I walked out of the room feeling the pressure of the situation and headed to the downstairs bathroom where I found a different pledge on his hands and knees in a pair of white briefs scrubbing the floor.  I saw his bubble butt, his narrow waist and I got another instant erection.  I love dating a frat bro, I thought, before he turned and looked up to me as if it was no big deal.  I told him I needed the room and he quickly scampered out.  I closed and locked it before looking at myself in the mirror.

Come Halloween night I could be walking around a party full of people in something ridiculous that Brad would pick out.  It would be something humiliating I was sure, but all in good fun.  I had no problem if it were something like I wore swimming or even less, I’d go nude.  I wasn’t embarrassed about my body, not here, not in college. I moved to the toilet, waited until my erection softened and pissed before moving back to the sink and looking at myself in the mirror.  I washed my hands, splashed cold water on my face.  Brad would think up something good but I had to think up something better, I thought, and I started to think through all the costumes I had seen but nothing came to mind right away.  I dried my hands, exited the bathroom and found the pledge waiting there.  I saw his briefs and a thought occurred to me.  Brad walking around in his tighty whities, that would be fun for me and all the pledges but I knew it wouldn’t be embarrassing for him.  But the white shape, I thought of something else, a diaper and I had my idea, Brad dressed as a baby.  I smiled at the pledge who went back to work in the bathroom and went back to the living room where a few other frat brothers and pledges had joined us.  I spotted Kevin, briefs instead of boxers was a change for him but he was living with it, and nodded to him.  He scratched at himself casually and nodded back.

“Okay, we have a little match here,” the frat bro who had been playing with us said, “Peter and Brad in a little grudge match, winner picks the loser’s Halloween costume for the party.  Do either of you have any ideas?”

“I’m thinking Peter has to do full drag,” Brad said, “makeup, wig, and I get to pick out the dress.  Maybe it will be a gown and maybe it will be a mini skirt, I don’t know.”

Everyone laughed a little.  I smirked at Brad and tried my best to not feel intimidated.  I hadn’t thought he’d make me wear a dress.  I was thinking something with very little clothing, maybe no clothing, but a dress, I could pull off a dress, though a miniskirt was a little risky.

“With my thighs?” I retorted, “that might be a little embarrassing-” everyone laughed, “-but worse than that, my costume for you is dressing like a baby-” they kept laughing, “-in a diaper, and a onesie, with a pacifier-” they got louder and I could see Brad was blushing, “-and you even have to carry around a stuffed teddy bear.”
Some of the guys were laughing so hard they were bent in half.  I could tell I caught the pledges imagination and they all chuckled.  Brad was notorious, infamous really, for the way he treated the pledges.  He especially liked to use the paddle and I had heard it was his idea for the guys to go around in their underwear, of course both had been an age old tradition everyone knew about from movies and such so maybe it was just a rumor, but I had seen him with the pledges myself and knew he had high standards, at least for them, so one night in a diaper, who wouldn’t want to see that?

“Let’s do this,” he said.

“Okay, but we don’t sit next to each other, so no cheating,” I said.

The pledge who had been playing with us changed the games and handed each of us a controller.  Brad went back to the couch and I sat on a recliner nearby.  He was quick to go through the menus.

“Wait, how many games?” the bro asked.

We looked around at the guys watching us then to each other.

“Best of three?” I asked.

“Best of five,” he said.

“Okay,” I said.

“Okay,” he replied.

And like that the game started.  It took me some time to get used to the controller and remember all of the functions in the games.  I lost the first round.  But on the second I got lucky and killed him with a head shot that even I would admit wasn’t accurate as per the graphics, but hey a win is a win and he wouldn’t give that up.  Round three was intense, and sweaty, like I was actually sweating, but I won.  If it were best of three I would have won already but as we entered round four I was still glad we were still going because I knew I could have lost too, especially the second round so this was proving something.  I looked to Brad and could tell that he was clenching his jaw.  I planted a claymore mine and led him around in a circle until he got caught in the laser detector, boom he was dead and I won.  I won the game and I could make him dress like a baby.  He threw the controller and stormed off amongst the cheers of his frat bros and pledges who applauded my skill.  I thanked them and pushed my way out of the room after him.  He stomped to his room and slammed the door shut.  I knocked.

“Leave me alone,” he said.

“Please, I’m sorry, we don’t have to go through with it,” I said.

The words just came out.  It was my nature.  I didn’t really want to humiliate him, not if he was so embarrassed.  There is something fun about mischief, a prank, but if both are into it.  Brad was clearly upset.  I knocked again.

“Please,” he said from the other side of the door.

“It’s just me, no rubbing it in, I just want to talk,” I said.

He opened the door and let me into his room but closed it quickly and locked it.  I looked up into his eyes and could tell he’d been crying, probably out of anger, I did that sometimes.  He sat on his bed and I moved to his desk chair.

“We don’t have to do it,” I said.

“No, of course we have to do it.  Everyone knows about it.”

“They’re not going to force you to do it,” I said.  “I can talk to them.”

“No, please don’t say anything,” he said.

“Look it was my bet, I pick the costume, I could do something different,” I said.

“No, just, ugh, it’s not dressing like a baby that’s bothering me.  I think I’d look good walking around in a diaper.”

“What is it then?”

“It’s the stupid game,” he said, “I mean I rarely lose and that second round there’s no way you shot me but it’s not like I would have given up the point so I can’t hold it against you.  It’s just I thought I was going to win so much.  I was playing so intensely and it just, just broke on me.  I had this feeling about what you were doing that last round and I had seen you plant the mine but I just kept chasing you and bam I lost.”

“Oh,” I replied.

We sat there quietly looking at our feet and the floor, playing with our fingers for a long time until he finally spoke up.

“Do you want to fuck?” he asked.

“Do you mean like just, you know, jerk off and fuck around or like...”

“I want you to fuck me,” he said.

I got to my feet and pulled him up, kissed him on the lips, full and penetrative until he gave to my tongue as I pulled off his belt.  I dropped it on the floor and undid his pants, pushed them down with his boxers.  He grabbed at my dick through my jeans and I knew what he wanted.  He wanted my dick.  I pushed him away a little, pulled off his shirt.  I pushed a little and he fell back onto the bed.  I pulled off his shoes, his jeans, and his boxers until he was in his socks.  I stood before him with a grin on my face as I stripped out of my own clothes.  I got lube and condoms from his nightstand.

Buck naked I pushed his knees up as I got onto the bed.  His hole right there for the taking, my dick grazed it before settling over his.  I squeezed them together for a moment before putting the condom over my own.  I squirted lube on my fingers, on my dick, and onto his hole.  I looked down over his muscled body, his abs, his chest, his shoulders, and up into his eyes.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Fuck me,” he replied.

I played with his hole for just a moment before sticking my dick inside of him.  He had learned to relax since the first time, maybe he was using the dildo I had given him, I didn’t ask.  But he gave to me and I was all the way to my balls in one thrust.  I looked up to his eyes, ran my fingers up his muscled body to his neck and then to his lips that had become red and puffy.  I played with his lips as I began to move slowly in his ass.  I felt him relax under me and give into my dick.  His own dick lay dripping against his abs.  He played with it a little and the stiffer it got the tighter his hole squeezed my dick.  I could feel it grab at me with his heart beat.  I ran my fingers over him, over his chest.  I grabbed at his pectoral muscles and twisted his nipples.

There was the sound of the creak of the bed and slapping of my balls, our breathing, sweat covered our bodies.  This wasn’t a quickie.  I was fucking him good and hard.  I didn’t care who heard.  He didn’t care.  It was just us, our hot, sweaty bodies rubbing against each other, our fingers grabbed at each other.  He wanted me deeper and harder, deeper and harder.  I pulled out, rolled him on his side and went back at him.  He grunted and grabbed a pillow, bit into it.  I felt sweat run down my back, between my own cheeks, all the way to my balls.  I rolled him around and we twisted the sheets with us until he was on top of me.  He had the position of power but he desperately wanted only one thing from me.  He rode me like I was a bull until I felt ready to burst and I rolled him down onto his chest and pushed my dick between his cheeks back into his hot, slick hole.  I felt the climax.  My feet curled as I lay on top of him, inside him, between his cheeks, he breathed deep.  It felt like every part of me only lived in one part, my red hot dick and it was all shooting out of me.  I reached down to my dick and held it as I pulled out and rolled to his side as he rolled onto his back.  I hadn’t noticed but I could see his ejaculate all over his dick, in his pubic hair, and on his stomach.  He must have ejaculated near the same time I did and hands free too, that was a first for me.  We looked to each other and laughed, kissed, and touched at our bodies until we caught our breath.  

“Are we good?” I asked.

“Better than good, and who knows it might be fun to wear a diaper,” he said.

“And maybe if you’re naughty I’ll have to give you a spanking,” I said.

“That would be fun,” he replied.

We looked up to the ceiling, felt the sweat cooling on our bodies, and were satisfied.  I closed my eyes and tried to memorize that moment.  Whenever someone would ask me about my happy place this would be it, well my secret happy place, the one I really think about.  He reached down to my hand, his fingers interlaced with mine.  Maybe we are boyfriends, I thought before falling asleep.

Brat in the Frat Ch 02 - Frat Party

By the second week of classes Peter had gotten a student job working the entrance to the college's gymnasium. It was an easy task that could have been done by a card reader, just check an ID then buzz the person or persons in past the gate. Three hours a day after class, he could do homework or read a book when things were slow. By Friday he was bored and playing games on his phone as he sat there watching other students pass through. He was vigilant about checking ID's so when he saw Brad coming his way he gave a little satisfied smirk. Brad sighed as he stepped to the desk with his ID in hand. Peter scrutinized it enough to read and memorize his last name, Gallagher, then he pressed the button to let him through.

Two hours later Brad was walking out the exit in shorts and a muscle shirt. He passed without looking his way but stopped outside and turned back. He walked up to the desk without his card in hand.

"Did you forget something?" Peter asked.

"No, well, yeah, I mean, look I'm sorry about last week at lunch and that night at the pool."

"Uh, okay, apology accepted."

"It's just things have been stressful this year. I'm supposed to be graduating but things got messed up, anyway, I just wanted to apologize."

"Yeah, okay, you're forgiven."

"Hey, uh, my fraternity is having a party tonight. Would you like to come?"

Peter looked around nervously. He had never been the party type. He didn't hang with those people, at least not jock frat type people. He gulped at the question. Was he being set up somehow? He was starting to have his doubts but Brad looked at him with sincerity in his eyes, at least he thought it was sincerity.

"Yeah, I'll see if I can stop by. What frat house is it?"

"It's the Alpha Cum Omega House. It's the old Victorian one just off campus. Here let me write down the address."

Brad took a card from its holder and picked up a pen. He scribbled down an address and handed it over. Peter could make out enough of it that he thought he knew what it said. I probably won't go but just be nice, he told himself. He smiled at Brad and tucked the card in a book he had been reading. Brad slapped the desk in excitement and said, "see you there" before walking out. Peter bit his lip at the sight of the young man walking away, a brief or jock outline evident under his sheer white shorts.

After work he stopped at the vending machines for a snack before making his way back to his dorm room. He was surprised to find his roommate there on the bed, back against the wall with a beer in hand and a stranger beside him. Both guys were shirtless, Kevin smiled but the other guy barely acknowledged him.

"What's going on?" Peter asked.

"This is my friend Eric. We were bored and he brought over some beers."

"I wish we knew about some parties or something."

"Why don't you just walk around campus? There's bound to be parties happening," Peter said.

"Some of them you can crash but others you have to be invited to, like the good ones at a frat house where chicks run around topless."

"I heard they have the most beer," Kevin added.

"Well, I've been invited, the Alpha Cum Omega House. Do you want to go?"

"Really?" Kevin asked.

"That would be awesome," Eric said.

"Were you really going to go?" Kevin asked.

"Well, not really, but I mean I will if you guys are interested. But we make a deal that no one gets abandoned there."

"Yeah no problem," Kevin replied.

"Yeah," Eric said.

Peter felt like he could trust Kevin but was leery of Eric. He shrugged off his doubts and started to strip out of his clothes. He picked out a comfortable pair of shorts and t-shirt. They watched him get dressed before pulling on their shirts, finishing their beer, and leaving the crumpled cans in the trash. They walked out with a naive, optimistic feeling.

Somehow, for some reason, Kevin and Eric knew the way. Peter followed along behind them trying to memorize everything he saw. Before they got there they could hear the music, there were parked cars up and down the streets. When they got to the house they walked inside without being questioned. Each room of the house was crowded with people, men and women. Many guys were shirtless, many of the women in revealing shirts. And they were talking to each other. Peter rolled his eyes at the dilemma before making his way through the people to look for Brad.

Kevin and Eric moved with him because he seemed to know where he was going but when they spotted the beer keg they signaled they wanted to stop. He moved to it with them and took one of the offered beers from who he guessed was a frat brother.

"What's the plan?" Kevin asked.

"Yeah, what's the plan?" Eric asked.

"I don't know," Peter said and they started to turn away in annoyance but he grabbed them to get their attention, "look, I should find the guy who invited me. Go talk to some girls and we'll meet back at the front door in an hour. Kevin has my phone number so call me if you need to but let's try to make sure we get home safely."

They agreed to his plan and he headed off into the party, alone. He moved through the crowd with a casual walk, turning sideways to get between people when needed. He rubbed up against a few cute guys on the way accidentally and they glared back at him but he shrugged it off. He looked all through the first floor and was double checking rooms when he finally spotted Brad on a couch in the game room, shirtless and a cup of beer in hand. He walked to him and was greeted with a drunken smile as the other young man got to his feet and moved to hug him. Peter was shocked by the display of affection so he just stood there and accepted it.

"I'm glad you came. I was getting so bored. Did you just get here?"

"Yeah, I hope it's okay I brought some friends."

"Are they as cute as you?" Brad whispered.

"Not really," Peter replied.

Brad gave a mischievous laugh before putting his arm around Peter's waist. He ushered him out of the room to the hallway, then to the kitchen. He bit at his lip nervously as he looked around at the guest partiers.

"Where are we going?" Peter asked.

"I thought we could use some privacy to talk."

"There's too many people," Peter replied.

"Hey, let's go up to my room."

"Okay," Peter said.

They made their way up to the second floor through the people to a bedroom door that Brad pushed open with a casual hand. Peter looked around, then into the room as Brad flicked on the light. It was a little messy inside with stacks of paper plates, crushed cans of beer and pop, and underwear hanging out of a laundry basket. He spotted a bottle by the bed half full with yellow liquid and looked away. He had a guess about what was inside.

"Take a seat," Brad said motioning to his partially covered bed.

Peter sat and looked to Brad who moved to the desk chair and sat. He started to talk but Peter barely listened. He was still wearing his sheer white shorts, every part of his upper body was covered in muscles like he had been carved from stone. His nipples were hard and nearly symmetrical. His abs barely lost form as he sat there. When he moved his arms Peter studied the way his biceps moved.

"So how about it? Do you want to pledge?"

"Uh," Peter said as he looked around the room, "maybe."

"I couldn't stop thinking about you after the swimming pool. You're not shy. I thought you were a nerd but we probably would have been friends in high school huh?"

"Maybe, I was on the swim team. I was kind of a preppy."

"Me too, it's just the way it was. I was on the wrestling team."

"Do you still wrestle?"

"Only in the bedroom," Brad said.

Peter rolled his eyes.

"But listen, I know I can joke with you but I'm not really out to my frat brothers. I don't really go in for all of that gay bullshit. I mean I'm not against it, just, I don't know it's hard to relate."

"No, I understand," Peter said. "I guess I'm kind of a stereotype but I don't exactly relate either to gay pop culture."

"So uh, are you interested in, you know..."

"Is it safe? I mean should we lock the door?"

"I'll do it," Brad said before walking to the door. He locked the handle by pushing it in and twisting. He turned back to Peter who pulled off his shirt. Brad made his way over to him, pulled down his shorts to reveal a hard dick trapped behind a jockstrap.

Peter reached out to the waistband, pulled it down to let Brad's dick stick out. It was easily over six inches, but not as long as Peter's. It curved a little to the left and up. He reached around to his buttocks and grabbed them firmly, pulled him closer until he took his dick between his lips. He sucked at the bulbous head, then sat back and looked up into Brad's eyes.

"That was just a tease," he said. "Now get down and suck me."

Brad sunk to his knees, grabbed at Peter's belt. He quickly undid it and pulled down Peter's shorts to his ankles before looking up to his hardening dick trapped beneath his white briefs along his thigh.

"I used to think the size of the dick was because of how masculine a guy was, how tough. All I had seen was other jocks. Then there was this one guy, the toughest guy I knew and he had the smallest dick. Last year I sucked off this nerd. He had a big dick, not as big as yours, but I thought it was so unfair."

"If you're going to keep talking then I want to hear you say something nice."

"Like what?"

"I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you want to suck my big dick."

"I want to suck it."

"What?"

"I want to suck your big dick."

"What does that make you?"

"A cock sucker," Brad answered.

"Go ahead, pull down my underwear and suck it."

Brad grabbed hold of Peter's underwear, his fingers under the waistband and pulled. When he got down to the ankles he pulled off Peter's shoes, his shorts, and the briefs fell off. He started his way back up and Peter stopped him, pulled Brad up as he stood. Their hard dicks pointed at each other. Peter leaned down and put his dick alongside Brad's. There was an obvious difference. Brad stopped breathing. Peter grinned before moving in to kiss him on the lips. Brad pulled away.

"I don't kiss," he said.

"Then let's get to it."

Peter sat back down. Brad got on his knees beside him on the bed. They leaned towards each other's dicks, made sure they were safely on the bed. Peter on his back Brad put his knees on either side of his head. They sucked and licked at each other. Groaned as their sensitive skin warmed to the beat of their hearts. Peter felt his ears turn red, his lips plumped as Brad thrust down into his mouth. Peter felt Brad struggling to take his dick. He signaled for them to change positions. Brad moved to his side, Peter pushed himself up on one elbow. They went back to sucking at each other. Their hands roamed over each other. Brad pulled away first. Peter did the same and they looked to each other.

"I want to fuck you," Brad said.

"I don't think so. Most guys are satisfied when I do it."

"Most guys?"

"All of the guys," Peter said.

"I've never, I've never been, you know penetrated before."

"We can just stick with this," Peter said.

"Okay," Brad replied.

They went back it, stroked and sucked. Brad came first. Peter pulled off in time to let the ejaculate shoot up over his abs and muscled pecs before falling back onto the bed. Brad stroked his dick with both hands until he felt the familiar twinge of an orgasm and his ejaculate shot up into the air only to land on his belly and in his pubic hair.

"That was good," Peter said.

"We should get back to the party."

Peter moved to the end of the bed and picked up his briefs he wiped at the ejaculate on his belly and in his pubic hair. Brad crawled to end of the bed and stepped off. He picked up his boxers and pulled them on before getting an old shirt and wiping the ejaculate from his chest. They looked each other in the eyes. Peter smirked before tossing his briefs to Brad who caught them in one hand, half the fabric hung loose.

"Something to remember me by," he said.

"I won't forget you any time soon, but really you should pledge."

Peter stood up and pulled on his shorts at the same time. He carefully tucked his dick into safety before zipping his fly closed. He looked to Brad who sniffed at the briefs.

"I'll think about it," Peter said.

He finished dressing and walked out of the room. Surprisingly no one was around. He checked his phone before making his way to where he was supposed to meet Kevin and Eric. He wasn't surprised he didn't find them but he was surprised when he saw them still amongst the crowd, both were shirtless and drunk. Peter made his way to them.

"Hey Peter, glad to see you. We're going to pledge the fraternity, Eric and I. You should too. They're very accepting of homosexuals. I asked."

Peter rolled his eyes at the comment and hoped no one from the fraternity had heard. He looked to Eric who put an arm around his back.

"I'm having a great time," he said.

Peter licked the taste from his teeth, for once he felt lost in the crowd.

Babysat (fem Dom)

The following story is part one of a fem Dom story I thought up some time ago. It's not strictly in my usual gay erotica theme but I thought some readers might enjoy this.

Side by side and each dressed in a pair of white briefs Martin and Grady, felt exposed and humiliated as they stood in front of the sorority house front door waiting to be allowed to enter.  They had been dropped off by their frat brothers as part of Hell Week Hazing, chosen arbitrarily and with some maliciousness by the frat President.

“Each year we pick the shortest pledge and the fattest pledge and you two would make a perfect gift to our sorority sisters,” Tom said, “you get a night away from us but you have to spend it with a bunch of women, do whatever they want.”

Martin and Grady looked at each other after he spoke those words, a night away from the sausage party could be a good thing, especially spending it with a bunch of women but they didn’t expect what happened to them after they agreed.  As they stood there waiting, hands at their sides they began to worry.  Martin had always felt self-conscious about his body, especially around girls and women.  He didn’t consider himself fat just thick, no definition, rounded.

The door was opened by a young coed who eyed them greedily before stepping out and closing the door behind her.  She walked around them and stopped in front of them.  She touched Grady’s clavicle, ran a finger down his chest, over his belly button and stopped at the waist band where she toyed with it a little.  Martin looked to where her finger stopped.  He began to worry.  He gulped and flexed his feet on the hardwood before he looked away to the door.  He felt the cool wind on his buttocks and clenched them tight.  She reached to his belly and laid her warm hand there, ran her finger up in reverse order until she stopped just above his muscled pectorals.

“You two are cute,” she said.  “Now reach into your undies with both hands and grab hold of your cock and balls.”

They looked at each other in the eye before deciding they were going through with the orders.  They both reached into their own underwear and carefully gripped at their cock and balls until their privates were well covered.  She smiled at them before gripping the sides of their underwear and pulling them down to their ankles and ordering them to step out of them.  She held the underwear up in front of the young men and turned away, opened the door to the house and closed it.  They looked to each other and for a moment they wanted to turn to see if anyone was looking, if anyone was staring, and if anyone was taking pictures but they didn’t want to risk not following orders.

The door was opened again by the same young woman who invited them inside this time.  Clutching their junk they stepped in one at a time only to be placed side by side and surrounded by a group of young women.  They looked around at the crowd who giggled and whispered to each other, pointed and teased.

“Tonight boys you have been invited to a little sleep over, only this isn’t the usual kind.  You see we’re not comfortable with two strapping young men like yourselves, we’ve only ever been babysitters so tonight you two are going to have to do a little role playing to make us comfortable.  What do you say boys?  Are you willing?”

They each thought about what to say next, to try and run away all the way back to their dorm rooms or worse the frat house.  Who knew what kind of terrible things they were doing to the pledges there.  They had gotten a taste of it the previous night clad in the same underwear they had been wearing and being paddled by the different frat brothers while reciting the pledge.  No, they had ideas about what that was like, this was a bunch of young women, young coeds.  How bad could it be?

“Yes mam,” Martin said.

“Yes mam,” Grady echoed.

“Good, Sheila take our two boys up to the bathroom and get them ready.”

A young woman stepped out from the crowd, Sheila, a larger woman, large breasts, curvy.  She stepped to them and pulled at their elbows almost dislodging their cover they went along with her to the stairs where she ushered them up to the second floor and down to the bathroom.

Inside it was large and spacious, well maintained, with a tub big enough for three people Martin and Grady noticed that there were several toys around the side, a bottle of bubble bath as well as a razor and shaving cream.  She turned on the faucet and adjusted the water until she was satisfied then looked to the young men.

“Normally we make the pledges shave each other but maybe you’d like me to do it?”

They looked to each other.

Grady shook his head a little but Martin nodded.

“Don’t be shy.  Have you boys ever bathed with someone else?”

“Not since I was little,” Grady said.

“No,” Martin said.

“Not even a girlfriend?”

They shook their heads.

“What about after sports and in the locker room?” she asked.

“That’s different,” Martin said.

“Come on boys,” she said.

Martin shrugged his shoulders.

“It could be worse.  It could be a frat brother or another pledge doing it,” he said.

“Hands up,” she said.

They looked away from each other to the wall and slowly raised their hands like patrons in a bank robbery.  Sheila picked up the electric clippers and turned them on before saying, “this is my favorite part” and closing on them.  She worked over them one at a time, carefully and thoroughly from the edge of their ears down to their toes, but especially their pubes where she pulled and twisted their balls and cock in her hand until she was pleased by their bald crotches.  She turned off the clippers and whistled aloud before she tested the water and turned off the faucet.
She squirted some bubble bath into it and splashed it around a little.  Grady stepped forward a little but she stopped him with a motion of her hand.

“Not yet boys, those peckers have to be cleaner than that and we don’t want you ruining the water now that it’s all ready,” she said before picking up the shaving cream.

She turned them one at a time to the sink where she sprayed cream over their balls and dick, shaved it with the razor, and rinsed them clean.  She was thorough as she shaved their arms and legs, armpits and ass cheeks.  She placed them side by side and for a moment they began to breath easier as the bath seemed closer, the chance to cover themselves and hide beneath the bubbles.

“Okay boys bend over and grab your ankles,” she said.

They both took a deep breath.  Their skin began to redden.

“I’ll be careful,” she said.

There was nowhere else to go, nothing to be done.  They bent and grabbed their ankles.  She instructed them one at a time to spread their cheeks for her to shave them.  She was careful with each of them only touching their anuses a little if some cream got on it.  Afterwards she rinsed and dried them both before telling them they could get into the water.  They walked to the tub, looked back to the mirror where they saw the reflection of their hairless bodies and with a curiosity and dread they stepped inside, sat on opposite ends of the tub.  They looked to Sheila who removed her shirt.

“Are you getting in with us?” Martin asked unable to hide his interest.

“No,” she said, “I’m just making sure you don’t get me too wet.”

She wet her hands before touching Grady first, got his shoulders and chest shiny with water before she moved to Martin where she did the same. They both smiled at her, at each other as they began to relax. Her touch became more confident, bolder, as ran her fingers over their bodies, took turns as she washed their arm pits, their chests and backs. Then she put her hand into the water to Martin's crotch. She grabbed hold of his dick and balls that were smooth and sensitive. He laughed at the touch. Grady saw the joy and he laughed at well as he raised his knees in anticipation. Martin raised his knees as his dick got hard. She teased him until his balls tightened and then she slipped to his vulnerable opening, touched between his cheeks right at his asshole. He squealed and twitched but she kept at him for a moment before she moved to Grady who bit his lip. She went right for his balls with her other hand. She massaged them in her hand before touching his dick, ran her finger to the head. He looked her in the eye. He wanted to grab her breast, kiss her neck, but she was quicker and stuck her finger down between his cheeks to his anus, just a digit inside made him squirm.

"You boys are pretty clean, let's get you out of the water."

"Yes man," they said.

She sat back, washed her hands in the soapy water, then retrieved two towels. They looked to each other before they got to their feet. Their dicks slightly plump they stepped out of the tub and she handed them each a towel. Grady began to dry himself but Martin hesitated before doing the same. After they were dry she took the towels back from them, led them from the bathroom to an adjoining bedroom to the foot of the bed. She told them to sit and they did so obediently.

Cheek to cheek they watched as she retrieved a duffel bag from the corner of the room. She moved it to their feet, opened it, and pulled out two diapers. Martin and Grady looked to each other, then back to the diapers. She told them to stand and move out of the way so she could put the diapers down side by side. She told them to sit one at a time before taking out lotion and baby powder as well as latex gloves.

"Oops, I guess I wouldn't be a good mommy unless I took your temperatures first," she said.

Their feet flat on the carpet they watched as she pulled two thermometers out of the bag. They opened their mouths.

"Sorry boys, these don't go in the mouth. Now lift up your legs, hands under your knees, hold them up there."

Martin grunted as the thermometer went inside. Grady did the same. They tightened their grips, waited. A few moments, then she took out the thermometers, looked them over and said they were healthy. She too old them to put their legs down as she walked away to the bathroom. She cleaned them, returned to the room and put them away before picking up the oil.

"Okay boys, get those legs back up there," she said.

She squirted the oil over their dicks one at a time, teased them a little with her fingers, then she applied the powder. Finally she took off the gloves, closed the diapers, and fastened them. She helped them to their feet, their slippery dicks shifted inside their diapers making them giggle.

"Come on boys, let's go down and meet the sisters."

She moved between them, took them by the hand, pulled them a little until they started walking. She led them back downstairs to the main room where the entire sorority waited for them. Some of them sat, others, the freshmen, stood around. Each of them had a glass of wine.

"Okay ladies, how are we going to dress our little boys up tonight?"

Martin and Grady gripped tightly at Sheila's hand.

Wanderlust- Christmas Vacation

My first few weeks at college were a blur of ceaseless activities, everyone wanted to get to know everyone else, if only to know who to avoid in the future. There were many late nights, studying at odd hours like four in the morning just before the test, and talking to friends about the meaning of life, homesickness, and careers. But nothing classified you more than the frat experience. Some pledged to fraternities out of their league, while others like myself reluctantly joined a house only after my roommate, Michael, bothered me about it. We didn't pledge the same frat. He was more enthusiastic about the prospect than I was because he was a legacy at an elite frat. I joined a bunch of fellow hay seeds.

There was very little homosexual and homoerotic activity where I pledged. There was a paddle involved and a lot of us just being in our underwear, but it felt so casual, guys walked around in less in the dorm bathrooms. I didn't ask my roommate but I heard rumors about what he had to endure. I assumed there was a lot more paddling and humiliation to it. One person told me he spied on them once, saw all the pledges in cloth diapers. Another person told me they sodomized each other. Possibly the most accurate was a pledge having to lie naked in a coffin with his fraternity brothers around while he confessed everything he had ever done wrong so they'd know his secrets. My first thought was blackmail but the person I was talking to said it was for protection. I dreamed of being a fly on the wall when my roommate was doing it.

At over six foot tall he was a head taller than me and I had seen him naked around the room, in the bathroom. He was broad shouldered, muscular, and well hung. It was difficult imagining someone paddling him but not impossible because he had this kindness to him, a sense of humor. I knew he came from money but he never lorded it over anyone. He was actually generous with his time and his money. That's how I ended up going to his family's home for Thanksgiving and Christmas.

We'd been talking about our home lives one night when I mentioned I'd be staying on campus. He told me the school mostly closed but there was a traditional meal for students, faculty, and administrators who had nowhere to go. I made a sarcastic remark about a tin of beans and some canned ham which he laughed at a little but then he invited me to go to his family's home. I declined at first because I didn't want to impose but he told me to think about it. When I finally accepted he got a little excited about it, started naming things we'd do, things I'd get to see.

Thanksgiving was just a two day thing. We traveled up the day before, slept in his old room, me on the floor and him in bed, got up the next morning with everyone else. His father was a strict, intimidating man who had to win a handshake. His mother was a polite woman who I seemed to think of herself as being better than most people though she'd never say it. He had two brothers and a sister. One brother was older, the other was three years younger and his sister was the youngest, barely a teenager. They were polite to me but reserved. I kind of felt like I was getting the cold shoulder and about to think the whole thing was a disaster but Michael wouldn't let me get negative.

He took me around his hometown a little, showed me where he went to school and we got candy from a little store on Main Street but mostly it felt like we were killing time. That night everyone ate too much at dinner, we smoked and drank with the men in his father's study then went to bed. The next morning we left and traveled back to campus. We said it was to study, which we did a little but mostly it was to be on our own without people looking over our shoulders. His mother sent along supplies that lasted us a day and a half, after that we made trips into town to eat at one of the diners.

Christmas was different because for starters it wasn't at his father's home, instead it was at the family home, an old estate out in the rural, farmlands. But it wasn't a farm exactly, though they had horses and other farm animals, it was a mansion. The extended family was there so again we had to share a room but there were more servants, people who took care of things.

For once the holidays were about playing and fun, not full of chores and responsibilities. We did the things we were supposed to do, church and family time, but we also had a sense of personal time that we could do whatever we wanted. For Michael that usually meant hiking in the snow. The only good part of that is when we'd get back to the house, back to our rooms, and strip down for bed. Our room had its own fireplace but Michael wouldn't let me sleep on the floor as it was so cold outside. He insisted that we bundle together.

Everything was fairly ordinary. His parents did have an extra stocking by the chimney for me and it did have a few presents, though less than others. I had only thought to get him a gift, a pen and pencil writing set. He got me an engraved, metal bookmark. Really the gifts weren't the important parts though. The important part was not being alone, that and drinking with the other men after supper. Most of it was uneventful except the last night there.

The last night there we strolled back to the room arms around each other, drunk on brandy. We fell onto the bed together, a fire having already been made for us the room wasn't very cold. Side by side we chatted a little about things until we fell asleep. An hour later I woke up to the sound of him sleeping and an erection strained against the inside of my jeans. I barely gave it a thought, at least there was no worry, as I began to rub my dick as I stared at him. I worked myself until all I wanted was to have an orgasm and that's when he woke up, looked to me and smiled. At first I thought it was just the liquor and I half expected, wanted, him to turn over but he didn't. He sat up a little on his elbows, looked to me.

"Having fun?"

I was stunned by his question for a moment before I could think of just how ashamed I should have been. I had taken our intimacy, our friendship, for granted. This was it, it's over, I thought. But he just smiled at me, then he did something I didn't expect, he reached for my dick. He had hold of it for a moment until I pulled away, pushed myself to the edge of the bed, dizziness stopped me from moving away more and getting up.

"I won't tell anyone," he said. "It's normal."

My face flushed, my fingers tightened on the denim, and I could smell the fire burning a few feet away from us. I felt the bed shift as he got to his knees behind me and moved to my back, cautiously, gently, he wrapped his arms around me. I feared for a moment that he'd attack me though he had never been violent with me before but still I felt it. Instead he pulled me into his embrace, put his head on my shoulder. Our cheeks touched. It felt electric. His fingers moved up my shirt, his hands were so certain as he unbuttoned my shirt, pulled it from my body. Next was my undershirt before he pulled me backwards, lay me at his side as he moved his body partially over mine. He unfastened my belt, my jeans and pulled them down where he hesitated for a moment with my shoes.

Once they were off my whole body relaxed despite him pulling off my jeans and socks next. He ran his fingers up my legs through my thin growth of hair until he reached my white briefs, my aching dick. He slipped a few fingers under the band at my thigh, tickled the fleshy head until he peeled back my foreskin. I gulped for breath and spit as he traced it with one finger. I reached for him with my nearest hand. I was barely able to touch him back when he ran his finger up to my bellybutton. He lay his palm on my tummy as he moved to kiss me. Our burning lips touched, there was a flick of tongue and then he pulled away.

"You can't tell anyone," he said.

"I promise."

"Good because I want this to be special."

He kissed me again as he pushed his hand back down to my underwear, put his fingers inside to my slippery cock. I rolled towards him a little, finally got a hold of him with my far hand, felt his hip, his belt and tucked in shirt. He was still completely clothed and I was almost naked, definitely the most vulnerable, so I pulled at his shirt until it came loose, unfastened his belt and slacks. I grabbed hold of his dick as it poked out of the fly of his boxers. We worked each other like that for a while as we continued to kiss. Finally I pulled away from him.

"I want you to fuck me," I said.

His head fell, his face half buried in my shoulder.

"I've never done much more than this. I've sucked a little, usually the other guy does the same. I've never, you know, done it."

I squeezed his dick until he looked me in the eye.

"I'll show you how," I said.

"Really?"

"Yeah, but we should get under the sheets. It's cold."

He pulled away from me so I got to my feet as he did the same. I pulled back the covers, then watched as he stripped down completely, his dick stuck out from him and bounced as he got back into bed. I pulled off my underwear, got back in on my knees, straddled him as I pulled the blankets up over my back. I squashed his dick and mine between us as I kissed him some more, played with his nipples until they were hard points and he began to fidget at my touch.

Satisfied that I had worked him into a passionate desire, that I had his consent, I kissed my way from his neck down to his dick. In the darkness under the sheets I licked and kissed it, nibbled and spit until it felt slippery, then I spit into my own hand and rubbed it on my asshole until I thought we were both prepared. I moved back up him, over his dick then back onto it. Slowly I worked it inside of myself with the help of some more spit until I settled to the base, my balls touched his pubic hair for a moment before they retracted as I played with my own dick. I worked myself slowly as I was conscious of the way it made my asshole contract. I felt him there. He was inside of me but I was the one who really had him. He was subject to my desire, my will.

I rose up and sunk back down slowly, listened to the way he breathed. I grabbed at his chest, twisted his nipples some more until he moaned. He grabbed at my hips but I pushed his hands away. I wanted him, his need, to be under my control. I lowered my head for a kiss and he tried to raise his head up to meet mine but I dove in shorter to his chest, his neck. I sucked at his flesh and gave him my fingers, stuck them in his mouth. His lips were like smoldering coals that came to life with my touch. His tongue, his spit, my fingers went to the back of his throat, back and forth, in and out as I continued to ride him.

Sweat ran from my shoulders, pooled at the small of my back. He groaned and grunted to my manipulation. I bucked a few times, then slowed, a few more times as I reached back and took hold of his balls. I pulled them a little, tickled them. He tried to take hold of me again but I pushed his hands away. I slid off of him, scooted up over his arms, pinned him to the bed, stuck my dick to his lips. He sucked at it eagerly so I pushed inside until he gagged, then I pulled out to let him catch his breath. I took hold of the back of his head and told him to lick my balls which he did without complaint.

I toyed with my dick as he licked me down there, sometimes his tongue went a little deeper but not by much. He kept at until I knew I was close to a climax. I moved back down, took hold of his dick and worked it back inside of me. It didn't take much more to send me over the edge. My ejaculate shot up to the headboard, into his hair, onto his face. That was when my body gripped him the tightest and he also ejaculated inside of me. We moaned in pleasure and pain, then fell silent. I pushed myself from him, fell beside him, put my head in the crook of his arm, let one arm settle over his chest.

We smelled of sweat, but I didn't want to move as my senses came back to me, not until we had cooled off and then it was only to pull the blankets and sheets up over top of us.

Oh Mega House - Wet Underwear Contest

Fifteen young men, Freshman pledging the Oh-Mega House, stood in line on the grassy lawn dressed in white briefs, a number on their left pectoral, as a crowd of spectators watched them.  The President of the fraternity, Kyle Edwards, stood a few feet away from them with a hose that he sprayed occasionally into the grass trying to intimidate them about what was about to happen.  He waited until the young men almost got comfortable, the crowd almost got bored, and then he sprayed the one in the middle right in the crotch with the hardest pressure he could make it shoot.  The pledge let out a yell because of the cold water and pain to his balls before covering his crotch.

Kyle let out a laugh and released the handle, pointed the hose to the ground.  The other young men looked to their fellow pledge then to Kyle and the audience.  The pledge held his hands to his balls, tried to cover himself, and tickle some life back into them at the same time.  He managed to catch his breath when Kyle raised the hose at him again and sprayed him in the chest.  The water hit him right in the middle and he let out another yell, continued to scream as it hit his left nipple, then his right nipple, and finally his belly.  He stepped back and was hit in the face, water went in his mouth and he choked some as he backed away only to slip on the grass and fall.  He thought for a moment that it was over until Kyle was over him spraying him with more water. 

“Get up pledge,” Kyle commanded.

The pledge tried to hold onto his balls with one hand as he got up but slipped again.  This time face forward.  He groaned in pain as the ice water hit his backside and then his butt rendering his underwear almost pointless as it clung to him.  He put both hands down into the grass and pushed himself up through the water and stood covered in grass blades and droplets of water.  Kyle sprayed him directly in the crotch and he turned away.  And then it stopped. 

Kyle smiled as he watched the pledge realize it was over for the moment as he stepped back to pick out his next target.  He moved on to the one on the far right and sprayed him in the crotch.  The middle pledge stepped back into line and held his hands down over his cock and balls.  Everyone was looking at someone else and yet he felt completely exposed.

One by one Kyle worked each pledge over with the hose until their underwear was translucent, most covered themselves afterwards, others stood more casual with their hands on their hips, a few had their arms crossed, and two of them gloated in the attention they were getting.  It helped that they had the biggest cocks in the group, pressed in their briefs up over a thigh in the wet material.

The pledges thought it was over as Kyle set down the hose and walked away but they noticed the stereo behind some fraternity members.  It had a long extension cord that ran back into the house.  Kyle squatted to it, turned it on, raised the volume to the maximum and pressed play on the MP3 player that was connected by an auxiliary cord.  Dance music began to play.  The pledges looked to each other.  Some were confused, others were frightened, the two young men who were well hung grinned.

“We’re going to have a little dance competition.” Kyle yelled.  “The frat brothers will give you points based on how well you dance.  Keep your underwear on but anything else goes.  Now twerk bitches!”

The two guys with big dicks turned and began to bounce their asses to the amusement and cheers of the crowd, a few others imitated them, some began to dance in a different style but the one in the middle stood there intimidated by what he was seeing.  He was still partially drunk but this was all too far, all too much.  And yet he was here, the people were watching him.  He looked from the pledges to the fraternity brothers who stared at them all, to the crowd, some of whom were also dancing, and then to Kyle who saw he wasn’t participating.  He tried to force himself to dance but he found he could barely move. 

Kyle moved in on him in an instant and pulled him from the line, away from the spectators.  They were close.  They could smell each other’s breath.  Kyle’s warm hands grabbed at his biceps.  He let out a screech but then Kyle turned him, pulled him to his body.  He thought for a moment he was safe as he felt this other man’s warmth, the breath on his ear. 

“Maybe you’ll give me a private dance later,” Kyle said.  “If you want to.”

Kyle stepped back and swatted him on the ass before telling him to wait there as he went to pick up the hose.  The pledge watched as Kyle went back to spraying the other young men, sometimes releasing water up in the air to let it rain down on them.  He watched the other men shake their asses and grind on each other.  He felt a new warmth he couldn’t deny but was even more embarrassing.

Hazed on the Farm Pt 2

They watched the rest of the movie without talking much between them.  John couldn’t get the thought of paddling out of his mind.  It kept coming back to him at the commercial breaks when there was no narrative to distract him.  He wanted to say something but Grady seemed to have forgotten about it despite his interest, and despite watching the clip several times.  Perhaps it was the presence of his father in the house, John thought.

When the movie ended they changed the channel to something else.  John was beginning to feel comfortable sitting there in just his underwear when Grady’s father walked into the room.  The presence of the man made him sit up, take note of what his crotch looked like and if there was any visible sign of arousal. 

“Your mother wants to go out tonight so I’m going to meet her,” he said.  “I’m taking my bike so I’m going out to get it ready.”

Grady looked over his shoulder to his father as he left the room, then looked to John and grinned.  John thought to say something but couldn’t think of anything so he decided to excuse himself. 

“I have to use the restroom,” he said.

“TMI, I don’t need an announcement.  Unless you want me to go with you?”

“Fuck off,” John said before he got to his feet. 

He looked down at Grady and decided he shouldn’t walk past him, shouldn’t make himself vulnerable.  He turned and moved around his side of the couch, walked behind Grady, through the house to the bathroom.  He closed and locked the door behind himself and went to the toilet.  It was easy to tuck his underwear under his balls.  The sound of his urine hitting the bowl seemed the loudest he had ever heard it.  He noted the color, a sign of his hydration, and flushed before he put down the lid and went to the mirror.  He saw his reflection and shook his head.  He told himself that he looked foolish in just a pair of white briefs, especially the way it formed around his cock and balls.  The white color added to the definition.  He was thankful there weren’t any visible stains.  He decided that he would go back out and put on his jeans.

He went to the bathroom door, unlocked it, opened it, and turned off the light.  The house was quiet.  He couldn’t hear the television.  He walked back to the living room and was surprised to find Grady still sitting.  He looked to the end of the couch to where he left his jeans but they were gone.

“Where are my pants?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Grady answered.

“Give them back.”

Grady raised his hands and said, “Search me but I don’t have them.”

“Very funny,” John said.

“Actually it is,” Grady replied.

“I want them back.  I want to leave.”

“But we were having fun.  My parents are going out.”

“I know,” John said.

“What if I told you that I have a game in mind?”

“Like what?”

“A competition,” Grady said.

“What kind of competition?”

Grady held up a wooden spoon.

“What’s that for?” John asked.

“Shove it up your ass,” Grady said.  “What do you think?”

John balled his fist.

“It’s for a spanking competition, the loser has to stay in his underwear the rest of the night.”

“And the winner?”

“Gets his jeans back,” Grady answered.

John thought about trying to fight him, making him submit until he gave up the jeans and his shirt, or else maybe stealing some clothes from Grady’s room, but he stopped himself.  The idea of a spanking competition sounded interesting.  It was the thing he had been thinking about while they watched the rest of the movie.  It would be a test of his endurance for pain and a chance to give Grady a few swats.

“I’ll do it but when?”

“Right now, up in my room,” Grady said.

“But your father?”

“He’s playing with his bike.  That could take hours, plus I can see him from my window upstairs.  We can check to see him working.”

“I don’t know.  We’d make a lot of noise.”

“What about something else?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Come with me,” Grady said.

Grady jumped to his feet and walked past John who turned and followed after him.  At the stairs he couldn’t help but look up at Grady’s ass, the stretched fabric was almost transparent.  When he felt a stir of feeling he looked away.  At the top of the stairs Grady turned on his friend, ushered him back to his bedroom, and inside where he locked the bedroom door.

“If you don’t want to play a spanking game, and you want it to be quiet, then we could have a jerk off competition.”

“What?”

“Lots of guys do it.  We lay down next to each other on the bed with something to catch our cum and we see who can do it the fastest.”

“I don’t know,” John said.

“The slowest?”

“Doesn’t that sound kind of gay?”

“Only if we jerk each other off,” Grady said.

“This is getting kind of weird,” John said.

“Let’s up the stakes.  Loser has to do whatever the winner wants for the rest of the night without question.”

Grady moved to his desk and set the wooden spoon down.  John looked him over, then looked away before making eye contact.  That was a big stake, but then he thought of having Grady under his will and it excited him.  He thought about taking the spoon to him, bossing him around, making him grovel.  He was pretty horny and felt he could get one off easily. 

“Okay,” John said.

“Great, let’s get to it.”

They moved to the foot of the bed, faced away from it.  Grady placed his thumbs in the band of his own underwear, pushed them down, then stepped out of them.  He tossed the material onto his desk chair.  John wasn’t ready for such a move.  He decided to keep his underwear on.  They were nearly shoulder to shoulder.  Grady sat first and John followed.  Grady slid back and John followed.  Grady lay back and John followed.

“On the count of three,” Grady said.

John reached into his own underwear.  Grady took hold of his own dick with one hand and his balls with the other.  Grady counted to three and they both began to jerk as fast and hard as they could.  John felt himself straining against his underwear easily whereas Grady’s dick stood up in the air.  They looked down over their stomachs to their crotches and their hands.  John was shocked to see the size of Grady’s engorged dick. 

“I’m a grower not a shower,” Grady said.

“You don’t brag about it,” John replied.

“Yeah, well, focus on your own dick,” Grady said.

John closed his eyes and continued to work himself.  The sensations were familiar to the ones he felt in his own bed before going to sleep, but he couldn’t stop thinking about daylight, being in someone else’s room, and Grady’s father outside.  He lost focus and let out a groan of frustration as he felt himself soften.  He tried to think about other things, erotic things, but he could only think about where he was and Grady’s dick.  He thought about the head of it.

“I’m almost there,” Grady said.  “Better hurry up.”

John opened his eyes to see Grady stroking himself in long motions before aiming his dick back up at himself.  Grady stiffened in the bed, raised up his ass from the cover, and began to shoot ejaculate up over his body.  The first shot went the farthest to hit the pillows, the next on Grady’s face, down his neck, his chest, and finally oozed out of the end and into his pubic hair.  Grady relaxed on the bed but John felt himself still ready to orgasm and began to stroke some more.  Grady reached out and put his hand down over John’s to stop him.

“You don’t get to orgasm,” Grady said.

“What?”

“You took too long.”

“Please, I hate having blue balls.”

Grady raised up his hand and brought it back down in a hard slap to John’s crotch.  John pulled his hand from his underwear in frustration, let it lay on his chest.  He thought it was over but then Grady raised up his hand and brought it down a second time, hit him more squarely on the balls and made John cry out in pain.

“What was that for?”

“To remind you of the competition and that you’re now my bitch.”

John started to turn away but Grady rolled onto his side and stopped him.  He pulled John back to the bed.  They looked up at the ceiling.

“Your first task is to clean me up.”

“What?”

“I’d have you lick it up but I don’t think you’re ready for that so I’ll let you use a towel.  They’re in the bathroom downstairs.  I’d hurry up before my father comes back inside.”

John got up to his feet.  His dick still straining against the fabric.  He walked to the door, thought to ask for some jeans but decided he was lucky to still be wearing his underwear.

“Don’t take too long and don’t jerk yourself off, that thing better still be hard when you get back.”

John unlocked the door, stepped out from the room, and broke into a run.  He took the steps easily though his cock bounced when he did.  He listened for a moment at the bottom of the stairs, then dashed for the bathroom.  He got a few towels and ran back as quick as he could.  When he got the bottom of the steps he thought he heard the front door open so he ran as fast as he could back up to the second floor.  He got to the bedroom door and was surprised to find it closed, and locked.

“Please hurry up and let me inside.  Your father is downstairs,” John whispered.

Grady unlocked the door, opened it a crack.

“Give me your underwear,” he said.

“What?”

Grady held out his hand.  John listened for more sounds in the house, decided he couldn’t risk being caught and that he couldn’t determine if his father was headed upstairs, or what he would do if he saw him.  He slipped off his underwear and handed them over.

“Get down on your knees,” Grady said.

John looked around again but decided he was naked and at Grady’s mercy so he slunk down to his knees.  Grady opened the door and John shuffled inside.

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