Meeting my roommates in the dorm was a total surprise. Over the
summer before my freshman year, the university had sent me a paper listing
the names and phone numbers of my future roommates. I have to say I was a
little shocked when I saw four names besides my own on the list, because
everything I had read about the school's housing for freshman said that
residents were grouped two to a room. Apparently the university was hard up
for freshman housing because the dorm they stuck me in was a converted
upperclassman dorm, which was styled like an apartment. It had two
bedrooms, a bathroom, and a kitchen/living room area for everyone to
share. Three people were assigned to live in one bedroom, while two people
were assigned to the second one. And of course, I was one of the lucky ones
chosen to be crammed into the triple bedroom. Anyways, I elected not to
call any of the people on my list, figuring we would just work things out
during the first week. I guess my roommates all thought something similar,
because no one called me either.

By the way, I consider myself an average student, transitioning
between high school and college, except that I'm gay. I am about 5'10'',
average built white guy, brown hair and green eyes. Throughout high school,
I had always known that I was attracted to guys rather than girls, but I
had never told anyone for fear of being caught. I am a pretty masculine
guy, and most people assume I'm straight unless I tell them otherwise, so
I'm not bad at camouflaging myself if I need to.

When move-in day arrived, I was both nervous and excited at the
same time. I wondered what my roommates would turn out to be like and
whether or not classes would be difficult. My parents helped me transport
my stuff to the dorms after I was issued a key and mailbox number. Only one
of my roommates had moved in so far, so I did my best to hurry my parents
up, thank them, and get rid of them as quickly as possible.

His name was Chris. It turned out that he was one of the two others
I'd be sharing a room with. Chris was big and built and played for the
football team; he was probably about six foot two and around 220 pounds. He
had short blonde hair and blue eyes, and a perpetual cocky look on his
face. He seemed easy to get along with and a nice guy. That is, he seemed
like he was nice as long as he didn't find out I was gay.

Although Chris seemed cool, I had no intention of revealing
anything to him. He didn't seem like the type who would particularly
embrace having a gay roommate if you know what I mean. In the meantime
though I could always admire him, he was definitely cute, and as an added
bonus, his sneaker-clad feet looked to be about a size 12 or 13. I guess I
should mention I have a huge foot fetish, and love guys' feet, socks,
shoes, etc. I figured at the very least I should have plenty of
opportunities to smell Chris's shoes throughout the semester. That wasn't
so bad.

I went into my new bedroom for the first time. There were three sets
of desks, wardrobes, and beds. One set of bunk beds had a bunk on both the
top and the bottom, and the other set had a top bunk and the third desk on
the bottom. To my disappointment, Chris had already claimed the only bottom
bunk in our bedroom, so I selected the bed above his, mainly because I was
afraid if I took the other one, I would be tempted to check him out while
he slept and he might catch me.

There wasn't much to do other than unpack and wait for the other
three to arrive. Chris and I talked a bit, mainly about our hometowns and
high schools and stuff. As we set things up, both of our suitemates from
the other bedroom arrived together. Mike was about my height but very
skinny, with brown hair and blue eyes, and wasn't very cute. Jim was almost
as tall as Chris with an average build, dark hair and eyes. He wasn't cute
either, but he had sandals on and I could see that he at least had nice
feet. Both of them were on the preppy side, which isn't my type. I was
instantly glad I had lucked out with Chris as my roommate.

They seemed nice from the start, but I didn't really take time to
get to know them like Chris did. I reasoned that they weren't sharing a
bedroom with me, so between class and whatever friends I made, I probably
wouldn't interact with them too much.
Formalities aside, Chris and I kicked back in our room and watched a
little TV. We were getting hungry, but decided to wait for our other
roommate to arrive so that we could invite him to the cafeteria with us.

Eventually he arrived. His name was Julian and I was instantly
captivated by him. He stood maybe an inch or two shorter than me, and he
was toned. He was 100% Colombian and had short dark hair, brown eyes, and
naturally tan skin. This was a big turn on for me as I am really into
Latino guys. I also found out later he was a lifelong soccer player and
would play for the school team, another big turn on.

"What's up guys? I'm Julian," he told us, and we introduced
ourselves. He had an accent and he told us he and his father had just moved
here from Colombia. I also found out he had a wife and a baby son back
home, somewhat of a shock for me and Chris because all three of us were
only 18.

As September passed by and October began, I found myself really
drawn to Julian. Although he was a little shy around everyone else who
lived in our suite, I made an effort to get to know him (the whole time
wishing I could have him) and he loosened up around me. Chris and Julian
got along fine, but they didn't really talk much, so I unintentionally got
to be kind of the middle man between them I guess.

Once or twice, Julian confided in me that he was sexually
frustrated. "I get really horny seeing all these blonde bitches walking
around campus. I want to fuck the hell out of a white girl."

I played it cautious. "But don't you have a wife back in Colombia?"
I asked him.

He kind of laughed and answered, "Yeah but I want to fuck one of
these girls, I'm horny now!"

I got really turned on hearing this from him, and wished desperately
that he would use me to relieve his sexual frustration. Of course, I'm
pretty sure he had no idea about me, and I was too afraid that if I told
him, everyone would find out, despite the trust that we had established
with each other. So I didn't say much of anything.

Around this time in the semester, I was pretty sex starved
myself. Although a great guy, Chris had turned out to be a total slob,
leaving his belongings and dirty laundry all over his part of the
floor. This was totally acceptable to me, because I "borrowed" his dirty
socks on many occasions to masturbate with them over my nose. After
football practice they were always stiff with sweat and smelly. I also
tried to get some of Mike or Jim's for variety, but they always kept their
bedroom door locked when they went out, so I quickly accepted defeat on
that front.

Then there were Julian's. His laundry bag sometimes had something I
could use, but often for some reason he left his dirty socks and some
clothes in the bag he took to soccer practice. I think he often wore the
same socks for two or three days at a stretch, because it was usually an
ordeal to actually find a pair among everything else he had dirty. But it
was totally worth it; his socks smelled divine. They had this sweaty,
salty, raunchy (but manly) odor that I fell in love with upon first
whiff. It was stronger than the stink from Chris's socks.

I was also fond of taking a pair of his dirty boxers and enjoying
them too. I loved the smell his balls left behind, and I loved to put them
in my mouth and suck the scent out of the cotton. Not surprisingly, I
started branching out one day when I noticed there was a small yellow stain
where a couple of drops of piss must have clung to his cock. I immediately
sucked them out, tasting the bitterness of Julian's leftover piss, and
fantasizing about me laying on the floor and him standing up with his pants
down, pissing on my face and smirking while he did it. I almost came right
there, because the image was so vivid. It was then that I knew how much I
wanted to be Julian's bitch and to be used and abused by him.

I began deliberately putting myself in positions for Julian to use
me. Of the five of us living there, I was the only one with a car on
campus, and he knew it. I started offering to give him rides to and from
soccer practice (which was on the schools "East Campus," about two miles
away from the main one), without even a mention of gas money. After a few
days of this going on, he requested that I take him to a bakery in a
predominantly Hispanic part of the city we were in so that he could buy
some authentic Colombian food. He began to have me drive him all around, to
the bakery, to the mall, to the grocery store, wherever he wanted to go. It
was a turn on for me, because instead of asking if I would take him at all,
he started asking me when was good for me to drive him there. He was taking
advantage and loving it.

I began doing other things as well. He complained once that he had
so much homework and so many papers to do, and it was interfering with
soccer practice and sleep. I told him that College Composition was a breeze
for me, and I didn't mind helping him out. So as not to look too
suspicious, I did some of his homework for free, but acted like I was gonna
charge him for writing some of his papers. I of course charged very low
fees and told him to pay me whenever was good for him, and he agreed, and
of course never brought up paying me. He would play my PlayStation or talk
to his friends on the phone in Spanish while I did his work. I even did
his part of the cleaning for room inspection. We all had to decide to clean
a certain area when the residents' assistant inspected our rooms, and I
cleaned the kitchen for Julian while he was out hanging with friends.

As October inexorably progressed, I noticed how sexually frustrated
Julian really was. Chris had no trouble getting different girls to fuck all
the time, and he wasn't shy about fucking them in his bed with me on the
bed above him and Julian in the other bunk. I began to notice that
sometimes Julian only pretended to be asleep when this happened, and he
secretly watched them having sex. I could tell he was very jealous of
Chris, and wanted to be fucking girls on campus as he told me before.

A few times while I was alone and jerking off with Julian's dirty
underwear, I discovered globs of congealed cum inside them. He must have
masturbated a lot, especially after seeing all those girls get fucked eight
feet away. I was so infatuated with my hot Colombian roommate, that without
a second thought, I hungrily licked up all the cum I found in his boxers
each time I found it. The fact that he was married and had a kid for some
reason made it seem even hotter to me.

But it wasn't Julian's underwear that eventually did me in. It was
his socks.

One afternoon I returned to the suite from my class, only to find
myself alone. Right away I went to Julian's laundry bag and fished out a
pair of crumpled dirty socks. They smelled pretty strongly. I took them up
on my bed and lay down with them on my face, inhaling his awesome foot odor
and thinking about his perfect size 10 Colombian feet. I heard the outer
door open, but ignored it for two reasons: 1) It was routine that Mike came
home around that time, and 2) My bedroom door was locked.

Then all of a sudden, my bedroom door sprang open, and Julian walked
in. Apparently in my haste to get to his socks, I had carelessly forgotten
to lock it. I craned my neck up to look at him and I guess he recognized
his own socks on my nose.

"What the fuck are you doing man?" I heard him say in his sexy
accent.

I had absolutely no idea what do say or do. I froze, eyes as big as
saucers, and stared at him with my mouth open.

Julian got closer and surveyed the situation. "Are you getting off
with my dirty fucking socks? That's so fucking disgusting!"

I was still paralyzed with fear and embarrassment. What was he going
to do about it? My college life was definitely over, and I was probably
going to get beaten to a pulp.

"What you like it or something? Get down here, maricon!" he yelled
at me.

I didn't see any choice but to just do it and let the inevitable
happen. I climbed down off the bunk bed and stood in front of Julian,
expecting to get slugged.

"I was wondering why my socks kept winding up on top of all the
other laundry no matter what I put on top of them. I didn't know I lived
with a pussy!" He spit in my face and then slapped me hard across the
cheek. "If you like my socks so much, why don't you kiss my feet, bitch?"
he taunted.

Although I was completely humiliated I was also really turned on,
because I had always wanted to kiss his feet. I got down on my knees and
kissed the top of his shoes each once.

Julian let out a mean laugh. "Fucking basura!"

I then begged him to please not tell anyone, not to ruin my life. I
told him I would do whatever he wanted in exchange for his silence. Julian
told me he would consider keeping my secret. In the meantime though, I was
to work for it.

From that day on, Julian used me hard. We often had the room to
ourselves because Chris was either at football practice or hanging out with
friends from the team. Remember how I said how sexually frustrated Julian
was? No longer the case. At first he liked to stand up and jerk off with me
kneeling in front of him, looking up to see him masturbate. Once in a
while, he slapped my face with his hard uncut cock. He stroked it until he
came, aiming for my face and ordering me to catch some of it with my
mouth. Anything he missed I had to lick off the dusty floor. This lasted
for a few days until Julian decided he wasn't completely satisfied just
jerking off.

He started using my mouth once or twice a day. Sometimes he made me
suck him off slowly, for as long as he could stand. Other times he simply
grabbed my head in his hands and shoved me up and down on his dick, fucking
my throat raw until he blasted his cum down it. His brown dick was 8''
long, about an inch longer than mine, and thicker.

Taking notice that I had been sniffing his socks when he caught me,
took special consideration in using his feet on me. He made me lick the
grime off his shoes daily, sometimes when he was out with friends, and
sometimes while he was still wearing them. One of those latter times, there
was a big wad of old chewing gum he had managed to step in. When my tongue
wasn't able to get it off, he had me use my teeth to scrape it off and then
made me chew it for a few minutes while he snickered. It had no real flavor
and with every chew I felt the dirt gritting around on my teeth. I also got
the task of licking the mud off his soccer cleats after games.

He really enjoyed humiliating me and having a white guy beneath his
feet. He took special delight in having me remove his shoes so he could
walk all over my body with his sweaty socks. Julian loved stepping on my
face like that, and grinding my nose down under his foot. Or he would step
on my cock and balls with only some of his weight, and make me beg him not
to crush them as he gradually increased the pressure. When his socks came
off, he always made me bathe his feet with my tongue. I was to clean off
every particle of dirt, every piece of sock fuzz, every drop of his sweat,
taking special care to get in between his toes. The whole time I did this
Julian would degrade me in both English and Spanish. If I missed anything
while licking his feet clean, he would kick me hard as punishment.

I found myself being forced to skip class so that I could wait on
Julian during the day, and my grades got harder to maintain. His grades on
the other hand, improved almost to perfection. He had me doing all his
schoolwork during the times he wasn't using me for something directly. I
had to keep his share of the room inspections clean, and do other things,
like bring him food or chauffeur him around even more.

He got out of practice early one evening, and I didn't receive his
text message to come get him. As punishment for not being on time to drive
him home, he made me lay on my stomach on the floor, and he stepped on top
of me in his full soccer uniform. He trampled me for a few minutes with his
cleats while he cursed at me. It really hurt, and I swiftly learned to keep
my phone nearby in case he ever needed anything again.

My Latino god of a roommate really got into humiliating me. He
purposely stopped showering in the team locker room, and after I brought
him back home, he forced me to lick his armpits clean. I guess he was very
pleased with the results, because he repeated the same thing with his ass
crack the second time, and every time after that.

As for his actual shower, one day he waited until the suite was
empty except for the two of us, and he told me to follow him into the
bathroom and strip. Once naked, he made me lay on my back inside the
bathtub. He then proceeded to turn the shower water on cold while he
undressed himself.

"Got to let it warm up, my white shower mat" he told me with a
chuckle, as I squirmed around in the cold water. When it got warm, Julian
stepped in on top of me, and began to wash himself with soap and a wash
cloth. He uncaringly stepped all over me, as all the dirt and sweat from
the day washed off of him and over me on its way to the drain. While he was
rinsing off and ignoring me, I felt a sudden heat over my face. I looked up
to see Julian emptying his bladder and pissing all over me, without once
looking down into my face.

Being treated like Julian's slave was the most humiliating thing
I've ever done in my life, but it was also extremely hot. Of course if
Julian caught me masturbating at any time, he would smack the shit out of
me. I was totally helpless and at his mercy, and he knew it.

Julian began thinking of other ways to use and dominate me. One day
while stuffing his balls in my mouth, he told me he needed some extra
cash. He told some of his soccer teammates about his roommate that wrote
essays for cash, and they wanted in on it. He started charging them to have
me write their papers. I noticed most of his buddies had Hispanic names,
and I knew there were a lot of Colombian guys on the soccer team. I mainly
did this on weekends when Julian was out doing other things.

Another time he made me lay on the floor while he sat above me and
rested his foot on my face so he could clip his toenails. He of course made
sure the clippings went into my mouth and he made me swallow them while he
glared down maliciously at me. Then he got the idea to just make me clip
them while he watched TV, except I had to use my teeth to do it. Then I had
to kiss his sexy feet and thank him for the snack, or else.

One morning after blowing his wad in my mouth, he told me, "I don't
wanna get another girl pregnant, and I hate condoms. You make great birth
control!" What could I do but humbly swallow my Latino master's load?

Julian continued to use me for the entire rest of the semester. When
winter break rolled around, we were preparing to leave for a whole month.
"See you in January, you piece of shit!" Julian told me as he rubbed his
balls.

I fantasized and relived moments with Julian in my head during the
vacation. I couldn't stop thinking about him. For once I was actually
revved and eager to go back to school. Until I got there that was.

Julian never came back from break, and ended up transferring to some
other school. And by a horrible coincidence, my cell phone (which was the
only place I had stored his number) had gotten wet and shorted out over
Christmas, so I had no way to reach him. I was really upset that my times
with him had come to an end, but I would by lying if I said I wasn't
slightly relieved. Relieved to have my secret safe again for the time
being.

Although I would very much miss my hot soccer player roommate
Julian, and frequently think about him to this day, there were plenty of
other opportunities on campus. Like my other roommate, Chris, or the two
new guys that moved into the other bedroom when my suitemates dropped
out...

Soccer Camp

Facial

Gang Fucked

Shawn joins a frat

Thank god! It's Friday afternoon and my last class, 'Political Science-The Structure of a Republic,' has just finished. Free at last. Free for the whole weekend. And there was going to be a big party over at my new fraternity house. I had just pledged Sigma Delta Delta, the most prestigious jock house on campus and had been so flattered that they had rushed me, and pledged me.

All the biggest athletic stars on campus belonged to Sigma Delta Delta. It was THE house, and I never expected to get in there. I was just a lowly sophomore majoring in government, and the only sport that I went out for was Crew. I was a coxswain, because I was very light, and they needed a light guy as coxswain, so that they could row fast and win all the boat races.

I had just this Monday moved from my dorm room into the fraternity house, where I was rooming on the third floor with Reggie Walker, who was the school's heavyweight boxing champion. He weighed two hundred thirty-two pounds and was six foot four, while I weighed one hundred and fifty-five pounds and am six foot one. We made quite a pair. The whole fraternity house was laughing about our strange pairing, but his room was where the empty bed was, and besides he was a great guy and I liked him a lot, and I thought he liked me too. He kind of treated me like a favorite kid brother. In fact, he was always calling me 'kid.' Well, he was a senior. So he was not only bigger than I, he was two years older than I, and I guess I was kind of like a kid to him.

And now he was my fraternity brother. I didn't have any real brothers. I had always wished that I had brothers. But now I did have brothers. Sigma Delta Delta brothers. What terrific guys.

I started walking across the SEMO campus towards fraternity row and the Sigma Delta Delta house, my new home. Tonight we were going to have a big blast, and I intended to get really plastered for the first time. I have never really had more than one drink on any occasion, but I see how the other guys imbibe, and I am in awe and in total admiration of them. I want to be just like these guys. I want to be a real Sigma Delta Delta man.

Tonight was going to be a special party. The guys had invited over the girls from Epsilon Phi Phi, the sorority which was across the street from us. They had some knockout girls in Epsilon Phi Phi. It was the money house. All the girls came from big money, but they were also very attractive and very sexy. An athletic guy from Sigma Delta Delta could do a lot worse than marrying some curvaceous sister at Epsilon Phi Phi, and going to work at her father's business.

When I came in the front door of the house, a lot of the guys were in the big living room decorating for the party, and bringing out beer and bottles and bags of ice. They waved to me as I passed by the door. I waved to them. I noticed Preston Poster who was the president of the chapter, and also Chapman Crawley, the pledgemaster. I sort of had a feeling that under his cool handsome exterior, there was an evil demon waiting to pounce. I had heard of some terrible things other pledges had been put through by him before being accepted into the brotherhood. But so far he had been very nice to me, so I was keeping my fingers crossed.

I loped up two flights of stairs and down the long hallway to the room at the end on the left side. My new room.

"Hi, Kid," said Reggie Walker, when I opened the door. He was on the floor in his tight white underwear in the very middle of a push-up.

"Hi, Reggie," I answered.

"Forty-four, forty-five, forty-six," he counted as he pushed up another three times, but he was not finished. I knew that he did one hundred. I sat down on my bed and watched him, in awe and admiration, until he said "One hundred," and lay flat on the floor, breathing a little heavily. "Gotta keep in shape," he told me.

"Well, you're certainly in shape," I said. "I wish I were in such shape."

"You gotta work at it kid. Nothing comes easy in this life."

"I hate push-ups," I told him.

"They're good for you."

"I know," I demurred.

"Getting ready for the big party tonight?" he asked me.

"You bet," I told him.

"Me too," he told me. "I have my eye on this Epsilon Phi Phi chick named Gretchen Kelly. Great tits. I'm gonna fuck her tonight. Come hell or high water."

"Good luck," I told him.

Really I would like to fuck someone tonight also. I'm still so totally a virgin, it's laughable. I wouldn't know how to even go about putting the make on a girl. Maybe if I have a few drinks at the party it will loosen me up a little, and my natural seductive abilities will rise to the surface.

Yeah. I really wanted to get laid. I knew it must be really great, because I certainly did love to jerk off, and it had to be even better to have real sex. I swore to myself right then and there that I would not remain a virgin one night longer. There would be girls and there would be booze at the party, and I would have real sex at last.

"I'm gonna go shower up for the party," Reggie announced and stripped off his underwear, and grabbing his towel walked down the hall to the bathroom. He really had a great body. A big great body. Those massive thighs, and butt cheeks. I didn't really look at his front too much. I was embarrassed. All the guys were very free about walking around the upstairs naked. I wasn't like that. I didn't take my clothes off until I was in the shower, and I always tried to wait until everyone else was finished, or before they were ready, so that I could be alone. I didn't really want to be naked in front of everybody. I wasn't brought up like that.

The girls were due to come over around 9 p.m. but us guys were already getting started partying. The booze was flowing. There was this big bucket of Martinis-but without the olives-right on the center table, surrounded by a lot of paper cups. I poured myself a cup and tasted. NNNN. Bitter. I took another taste. Interesting. Kind of dry and stringent. Maybe even bracing. I could maybe get used to it. I decided to try. I took a couple of large swallows. Smooth. But I thought it would be even better with the traditional olive.

"Bring on the cunts," yelled Chapman Crawley. "My big dick is hard and wants to fuck some pussy."

"Some pussy and maybe a little ass?" asked Preston Poster.

"Even better," said Chapman Crawley. "I really dig ass. It's so nice and hot and tight. Of course, they mostly don't let you put it in there, but every once in a while you aim wrong, and "ooops-wrong hole," and they scream but it's too late, and you make them fucking take it. Yeah. Anal is definitely the greatest."

"Yeah," chimed in Garrison Marsden, a good looking junior who was a star track runner. "And they don't get knocked up back there. Much safer. No paternity suits."

"You got it," said Preston.

"You nasty boys are giving me nasty ideas," said Reggie Walker, my big handsome roommate.

"We know you," said Chapman Crawley. "You're the one who taught us about the pleasures of assfucking. You is the man."

"That's right," seconded Preston Poster. "You is the man."

"I think maybe we're all gonna get to fuck some ass tonight," said Reggie, and everyone was cheering him.

My roommate was beaming and eating it all up. It seemed he really was known as the 'assman' of the house. It did sound great, but I really wanted to try pussy first. I took another swallow of my gin drink.

I was starting to feel really pleasant and relaxed after two drinks, and was feeling a little warm and fuzzy, and it was about that time that the girls started drifting in. They each went to the table and poured a paper cup for themselves and began to circulate. I saw my roommate headed toward this tall stacked blonde, who obviously must have been Gretchen Kelly. She really did have big ones, all right. I felt a little tingle in my underwear, just looking at her. But she was taken. I needed to find one of my own.

There was this thin girl, not too tall, even shorter than me, standing against the far wall. It's like she really wasn't experienced in mixing and partying all that much. Just like I wasn't. I decided to go over and talk to her.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi," she said.

"My name is Shawn Stevens. I'm a new pledge at Sigma Delta Delta."

"Nice to meet you," she said and told me that her name was Stella Wilkie and that she was a new pledge of Epsilon Phi Phi, and that the girls were really great, and she was really enjoying it, but she missed her mother a lot, but they had a great housemother, Mrs. Lansing, at Epsilon Phi Phi-so it was really good. Ever since she had moved into the house she was less homesick, because of all her new sisters and mostly because of Mrs. Lansing.

I told her about my parents and my three older sisters and everything, and we were both drinking from our cups. But she was on her first and I was on my third. She was so sweet and so pretty. I really wanted to hold her and hug her and kiss her. I was feeling so loving. So amorous. So physical. I had never felt like this before. All my barriers were coming down. All of a sudden, I wanted to touch and to press against someone or something. Anything. Wow.

I sort of got her separated from the crowd, and worked my way toward the library where there was a couch. I just wanted to get her on the couch and climb on top of her and squeeze her and squeeze her. And kiss her. Yeah. I wanted to kiss. The gin had made my mouth a little dry and I wanted to taste the moisture of another mouth. I took another sip of martini. I was stumbling a little, but I felt good

.

I got her onto the couch, and I sat down next to her, and I had my arm around her, and then I leaned in and kissed her, and I stuck my tongue into her mouth.

"You're sho pretty," I told her. "Sho pretty." Why was my speech so slurry?

"Not so fast," she told me, trying to push me away.

"I juss want to kiss you," I said. "Okay?"

"Okay," she agreed, "but go a little easy." So I kissed her again, and this time I put my hand on her breast. I had such a raging hard-on in my pants. I wanted to throw her down along the length of the couch and lie on top of her with my penis pressing against her body. Into her moist crotch. I wanted to get my cock into her cunt in the worst way. I kept kissing her, and fondling her breast. Everything was going pretty well until I got a little too daring. I took her hand and put it on my prick, which was still in my pants, of course, but she drew her hand back like lightning and jumped up.

"I don't think I'm ready for this," she told me. "You're way too fast for me. I'm just a small town girl."

"I'm juss a shmall town boy," I giggled. Why was I giggling? Like everything was so funny. I guess maybe I was a little smashed, but it was a good feeling.

"I'm going back into the living room," she told me.

I stumbled after her, and kept trying to paw her shoulder, but she kept giving me annoying looks and shaking me off, and I could see she was making faces about me to the other girls and the guys. Was I really being a jerk?

Well, fuck her. There were plenty of other pretty girls in the room, and I went after them one by one.

"You're very pretty," I barely enunciated before trying to kiss each one. I wanted to hold someone so badly. I just wanted to hold someone and be close and kiss and make love. That's all I wanted.

""Maybe you'd better go upstairs and lie down," said Chapman Crawley, the pledgemaster. "It looks like you've had one too many martinis," he told me.

"I'm okay," I protested.

"Go upstairs and lie down," he ordered. And coming from Chapman Crawley it was an order. I had really flubbed it. I had no choice but to go upstairs to my room. I climbed the two flights with a little difficulty. My legs were very rubbery.

But before I went upstairs I filled two more cups and sipped them on my way up the stairs. Maybe. Just maybe I wasn't drunk enough. I wanted to feel how it would really feel to get totally sloshed.

I opened the door to my room and there was Reggie on his bed, making out with Gretchen. He already had her top off and her bazooms were spectacular. I had such a hard-on. I wanted to crush my cock into her bazooms. Or into anything. I just wanted to hold and to hug and to kiss. I was feeling so loving. So amorous.

"Excuse me," said Gretchen, annoyed at my intrusion.

"Gotta lie down," I fumferred. And swallowing the last of both cups I literally fell onto my bed.

"That's okay," said Reggie to Gretchen. "He's totally out of it. Don't pay any attention." And then he started kissing her and licking her tits and everything, and I was lying deadass on my own bed with my drunken eyes wide open watching everything.

Little by little he worked the rest of her clothing off, and then he slipped out of his own clothes. And now I could see his front. And it was hard. It was hard and excited.

"Kiss it," he told Gretchen. And he knelt on the bed, and she was on her knees, and he bent her over so that her face was in front of his prick. And she took it in her mouth, and I heard him give this great gasp of pleasure. She was sucking his cock, and he was moving his hips back and forth feeding the length of it into her mouth.

"I want to fuck you," he told you. "You want to feel my big cock inside you?" he asked.

"Yes," she said. "I want to feel your big cock in my hot pussy."

"And also your hot ass?" he asked her.

"Just my pussy," she said.

I could see this evil smile on his face, like he knew better and before the evening was over he would be inside her ass, whether she liked it or not. And then I started to hear this big commotion from downstairs. I didn't know what was going on, but something. Reggie was so lost in his fucklust that he didn't seem to be aware of any distraction.

He had her positioned perfectly on her back, and he was poised over her. A giant figure looming over her. The tip of his cock was perfectly positioned at the entrance to her pussy. He was just about to push his hips forward and ease it through the golden portal, when the door of the bedroom suddenly flew open with a crash.

"Gretchen!" screamed a woman's voice.

"Mrs. Lansing."

"Get your clothes on. Right now. This party is over. It is clear you girls don't know how to behave. You should all be ashamed of yourselves. You're all just little sluts. All of you. I don't know how many acts of sexual congress I've been able to prevent tonight, but many, and it's a good thing I got here when I did. I'm really disappointed in you, Gretchen."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Lansing," she started to cry. "I guess I maybe had too much to drink."

"I just guess that maybe you did," said Mrs. Lansing. "And you, young man. For goodness sake put that thing away. Cover yourself."

You just had to look at Reggie's face to see how really pissed off he was. He had been just about to shove his stiff dick into Gretchen's hot tight pussy, when this Mrs. Lansing barges into the room and fucks everything up.

Gretchen got dressed, and Reggie pulled on his jockey shorts, but no more. Mrs. Lansing and Gretchen walked down the stairs, toward the front door where the whole sorority was waiting for her. Every girl in Epsilon Phi Phi was standing at the front door waiting for Mrs. Lansing to take them back to the safety of their cloistered sisterhood. Reggie followed them down the stairs in his bulging undershorts. As drunk as I was, I wanted to see what was going on, and I shakily got to my feet and followed several steps behind Reggie. Down, down, the long staircase, and down, down the next long staircase.

A lot of the guys had their pants off, so they were probably also getting laid or about to get laid before Mrs. Lansing burst upon the scene and spoiled everything. There were a lot of bulging white jockeys in the frathouse that night. My brothers. My Sigma Delta Delta brothers.

"That fucking cunt," said Preson, our chapter president. "She fucking ruined our party. I was just about to get into that little bitch, Julie."

Everyone else started to agree and complain. They had all had their evening spoiled. And I just wanted to hug and hold and kiss everyone. As the girls were filing out the front door, I kept trying to hug each one and kiss each one of them. I just was feeling so amorous.

"I just wanted to hug someone," I mourned. "I just wanted to hug and kiss someone, and now they're gone."

"You just wanted to hug and kiss someone?" asked Reggie.

"Yes," I said petulantly.

"Well. Come over here. You can hug your big brother."

"I can?" I asked stupidly. That seemed to be a good option. I could throw my arms around someone. I went over and threw my arms around Reggie. I hugged him and hugged him. He started hugging me back. I could feel the bulge of his penis against my abdomen, because he was so much taller than me, his waist was higher, but I just kept hugging him. It just felt so good to hug someone.

"See guys, maybe the party isn't all over yet. Shawn here just wants someone to hug. Isn't that right, Shawn?"

"Yes," I said, and I pulled him tighter.

"Shawn, here, is just a little lovebug. Aren't you, Shawn?"

"Yes," I said.

"He just wants to hug someone. Isn't that right, Shawn?"

"Yes," I said.

"Well hug your brothers, Shawn. We're all your brothers, and we want you to give us each a big hug."

So I did what he said and went around the room from one brother to another giving each one a great big hug, and it felt so good. Finally I got back to Reggie and I started to hug him again.

"Didn't you want to kiss someone too?" he asked me.

"Yes," I said, and I looked up into his eyes, and then he lowered his face to my level and his mouth went right over mine and locked onto it, and we were having this fantastic kiss, and his tongue came out into my mouth. I had never had a tongue in my mouth before, and it was giving me crazy feelings. Crazy and sexy. Yes. I had stuck my tongue into Stella's mouth, but she had not reciprocated. This was my very first tongue.

Then it was like Reggie was passing me around and I was tasting one mouth after the other. One brother after the other. It was so great. Then I got to Reggie again and I was hugging and kissing him, and my head was spinning, and it felt so crazy. So crazy and so good. And then his hands which had been around my back moved down to my buttcheeks, and he was squeezing them and feeling them. All the while he was tongue kissing me. His hands felt really good. Like a massage.

"Hey, guys. You oughta feel this nice firm round butt on our little pledge here. You don't mind if the brothers touch your butt a little do you, Shawn?"

"I guess it's okay," I said, even though I wasn't sure if it really was okay, and as Shawn was holding me, the other brothers were coming up behind me and fondling my cheeks. It felt really so pleasant and so relaxing. Like a massage must feel like.

"Let's get Shawn over to the couch, guys?" suggested Reggie. He's a little unsteady on his feet. A few of the guys led me over to the couch and flopped me down the length of it on my belly.

"You have such a great ass, Shawn. I think all us guys would like to get a little look at it. Wouldn't you fellas?"

"Yeah." "Yeah." "Yeah," was the general din around the room.

"No," I said haltingly. "I don't like people to shee me naked."

"But that's crazy," said Reggie. "You've got a neat perfectly-proportioned little body. You should want to show it off."

"Help him out of his clothes, men. This is gonna be one of his pledge tasks. To show us his round little ass," said Chapman Crawley, and he was the pledgemaster and he had told me my task was to show all the guys my ass, so I had to let them take my pants down.

"What a pretty little butt," said Reggie. I felt his large warm hand stroking one cheek and then the other.

"Yeah," said Preston. "Great. Maybe the party doesn't really have to be over. Maybe we can still get us a little ass tonight."

"That was my thought," said Reggie, and then I felt his finger pushing between my cheeks and entering my rear. I think I sort of knew what was happening, but not entirely. Everything was just spinning, and I was feeling so good, and as he was sticking his finger in, it kind of tickled a little and I started giggling again.

"I think little Shawn here is gonna give all his brothers a good time tonight. Right, Shawn?"

"Yeah," I said and started to giggle again. It was all so silly. I was in a happy daze and all my fraternity brothers were gathered around me in their undershorts, and they were starting to play with themselves, and they all began to fondle my butt a little, and it all felt very nice, to have all this attention. And the finger was still inside, except now I think it was two or three. And then I saw my big roommate strip off his tight whiteys, and that cock was big and stiff and red and ready to fuck, just like it had been when he had been lowering it into Gretchen, and he climbed on top of me and straddled my ass, and I felt the warm blunt end of his knob pushing into me where his fingers had been. Oooohhhh. Ooooohhhh. Yeah. Nice. It was climbing further and further up inside me, how far was it going to go? And then I guess it was all the way in, because I felt his big balls hit my own balls, and then he took the weight off his arms, and rested his whole two hundred and thirty-two pounds on my back, as he pistoned his dick in and out of my hole. And I was giggling, and giggling. It was the funniest thing. I was lying on the couch of my fraternity house, with my roommate's big thick dick fucking my ass. It was so funny.

Suddenly my attention was diverted when another body stepped in front of my side-turned face. It was Preston. He pulled off his undershorts. He also had a big thick dick. "Suck my cock," said Preston.

And he pushed it against my lips, but I was giggling so much he couldn't get it into my mouth. "Stop the fucking giggling, and suck my cock, bitch," he yelled, and slapped me across the face. That brought me back to reality a little. That slap wasn't so funny. I stopped giggling. He pulled on my hair and guided my mouth over his dick and pushed it into my throat, and I started choking, but he stood still and kept it right in there until I recovered, and by then I had a lot of saliva in my mouth, so he started fucking it, while Reggie was fucking my ass, and I could feel his balls hit against my bottom every time he pushed forward.

"I'm gonna shoot my load into this hot pussy," cried Reggie. "What a nice hot hole. Take my hot cum. Take my hot cum."

"Give it to him, man," cheered Garrison Marsden, and seven or eight other guys who were cheering Reggie on, and when I felt him spurt into me, it was so fucking hot and exciting, I pressed my ass up against him and squeezed my muscles down.

"Wow!" exclaimed Reggie. "This hungry little hole really loves hot dick. It doesn't want to let me go."

At that point Preston shot off down my throat and I swallowed some and dribbled some onto the couch, and he took his cock out of my mouth and I started giggling again, until I saw Chapman Crawley who was now totally nude approaching the couch, holding one of the paddles that usually hung above the fireplace.

"Let's give him a little pinkass," said Chapman. "I think he'd look good with a little pinkass."

"You're such a sadistic son of a bitch, Chapman," said Reggie. "Don't hurt him."

"I'm not gonna hurt him," he said pulling on his stiff peter and raising the paddle above my upturned butt. "Not red. Just a little pink." And then the paddle came down, and it was just kind of a light little swat, but firm, and it almost felt good. It felt all tingly and warm. But I was so cockeyed drunk that I guess everything was feeling good. And he paddled me a few more times, and then he put the paddle down and paddled me with the flat of his palm. "I'm gonna fuck this hot pink ass," he announced.

And he was so excited, he just got right on top of me and shoved his big dick home and he started fucking me hard. He was slamming it into me. I could feel his hip bones every time he slammed it into me. And my buttcheeks were still burning a little from the paddling, but in a nice way. It all felt so good. And I was giggling.

"Man. I just love fucking a nice tight ass," said Cameron.

"See. I told you we were gonna fuck ass tonight," said Reggie. "I bet you didn't believe me. Well now you know."

"Yeah, now we know," said Monty Rockerman. "We'll never doubt you again. And who needs those stuck-up cunts at Epsilon Phi Phi? We have our own hot little hole right here in our own house, don't we guys?"

"Right." "Yes." "Yeah." "You said it!" Everyone agreed.

And then I think Chapman was getting really close because he was moving in fast short strokes and he began slapping my ass again, the way you would whip a horse to speed him up, so I sped up my anal contractions, and I heard him scream "GGGHHHAAAAAAHHHH!" And I felt jets of his hot fluid flood into my body.

After he came inside me, he got kind of tender and wrapped his arms around me and began to nuzzle his nose in my hair, which I really liked a lot. I grabbed his arms and held them. I wanted him to hold me like this forever. He was a stern pledgemaster, true, but when you gave him what he wanted, he could be warm and tender and wonderful. I turned my head a little more around hoping he would kiss me, but he didn't. He pulled out and picked up the paddle. I watched him walk across the room and place the paddle back on the wall above the fireplace.

I'm not sure who fucked me next, or whose cock was the next one in my mouth, but the scene went on for quite a while. At one point, I knew it was Garrison Marsden on top of me. He was a fast runner, but he was a slow fucker. Every stroke was so slow and measured, like he wanted to feel and enjoy every minute exquisite sensation of fucking a hot, wet, well-primed ass like mine now was. My asshole was now just an open tunnel for his engine to chug through. It was such a relaxing fuck that I started dozing off a little. So nice. So nice. So warm. So cozy.

* * *

Christ! What happened? There's sunlight pouring through the window. It must be morning. Why am I lying naked on the living room couch? How did I get here? I fucking don't remember anything. I know we had a party, and I know I got a little drunk, and I remember this hot chick, Stella, whose mouth I had stuck my tongue into, and whose tit I had felt. But she had pulled away and left me. And I had wanted to fuck her so bad. I had so wanted to get laid last night. I had promised myself that I would.

Now I remember that Chapman had made me go upstairs to lie down. Yeah. I remember that all right. I remember climbing the stairs with the two paper cups. I remember going into my room at the left far end of the long hall. And oh yeah. I remember Reggie was making out with Gretchen Kelly who had her top off on his bed, and I kind of dropped onto my own bed, and after that I don't really remember anything at all. How the fuck did I end up naked on the living room couch? I guess I really tied one on, all right.

I looked around the living room. It was a total wreck. There were empty beer cans and paper cups lying all over the floor, and a couple of the chairs were turned over on their sides, and there were even a lot of clothes lying around the floor. Mostly underpants, I think. The room looked like a hurricane had hit it.

Up above the mantle, I noticed that one of the paddles looked a little crooked, and I kind of remembered something about a paddle or something, but I really couldn't remember anything specific, so I just let go of the thought. I shook my head trying to gather my wits about me.

The house was totally quiet. I guess it was really early and all the other guys were still sleeping. Damn it. I had really been enjoying that party. I remembered how huggy and kissy I was feeling and it felt so good. I had just wanted to hug and kiss everybody. And I had wanted to get laid. I had really set my heart on it. And fuck. Now it was over. It was the next morning, and I was still a fucking virgin. It was all so hopeless. When would I ever get to have sex?

"Oh, what the hell," I thought. "There would be plenty of other frat parties. Maybe next time."

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