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The day after we ran into Brett and Marcus in their shared bathroom, I told Bat (Scooter) to meet me at the diner downtown. My goal was to meet off campus so that he'd feel more comfortable with discussing what happened. More importantly, I wanted him to know that our talks as Scooter and Ishmael were more confidential than our chats as Bat and Sticky. It wasn't until after he'd eaten his pastrami sandwich that he was ready to talk.
Scooter had only been pledging for a few weeks when he and Brett broke up; all I knew was that Brett fucked another teammate, but I didn't know who. They met at summer training for the baseball team Brett and Scooter where they drank with a few other players one night. When they got back to their shared room they started furiously making out before giving each other head. After that they became inseparable to the point where Marcus and Brett switched room assignments prior to move-in day (Brett was originally supposed to be my roommate). They also became good friends with Marcus while at training.
Brett didn't seem to like that Scooter was pledging the Kappa house, but Scooter didn't know why until after the open house. Brett was a legacy at Omega Gamma Mu; his dad and uncle were members, and his brother was the current president (Tucker the Fucker). In some weird Romeo and Juliet fashion, Brett kept the secret, hoping to keep their brothers from finding out. It almost worked until he got upset with Scooter for actually becoming friends with me. He was cool with us fucking, but friends was where he drew the line. There was an argument about it the day before Scooter walked in on Brett giving Marcus head in the locker room. That was the day that they broke up. Brett moved out of his and Scooters dorm the next day, and into Marcus' on the other side of the bathroom. Scooter thought things were cordial, given that they rarely saw each other, and didn't speak when training with the team. But Marcus and Brett still hated me and Scooter, because their team captain, Dig, permanently had them on his shit list for causing problems.
"Is that why you didn't tell Dig the whole story?" I asked Scooter, as we walked towards the campus from the diner.
"He'd kill Brett if he knew," he responded. "He's already mad that him and Marcus are still friends."
"And that's why you're at the house all the time too?" Things started to make sense as he nodded in response. "You should've told me."
"So you could run to High or Rich to make me move in? I'm good. I'll be in the house by the fall," he stood his ground.
"But if they're bothering you -"
"They're not," he cut me off. "I barely see them outside of training."
"But if they do -"
"I know, I know," he responded. "I'll tell our big bros. But I can handle myself."
Later that night at the house the brothers were getting ready for an all Greek mixer that was for upperclassmen only. The juniors and seniors were scrambling to get ready. Some of them rushed to the house after practice to get showered and changed, while others were eating as much as possible because the only food at the mixers were small appetizers. Bat and I were in my room hiding from everyone because we were both feeling lazy after a full day of classes. We also knew that it'd be his last free weekend before the baseball season kicked off, we wanted as much bro time as possible.
His firm wide baseball player's ass felt so good and warm around my dick as he rode me. My back leaning against the headboard with my legs laying flat; he wrapped his arms around my neck as we kissed. "You dick feels so good," he moaned into my ear as he grinded his hips back and forth, causing friction in my trimmed pubes. His feet were flat on the bed, keeping him steady so that he could be in full control. I loved that he wanted to ride me, to use me for his pleasure. I watched his thick chest as he rotated his hips only to be distracted by a knock at the door.
"Yeah?" I answered as Bat's balls sat under my belly button.
"Hey Sticky," the new pledge, Langston, walked in. His eyes widened when he saw Bat's wide back and ass on top of me. "My bad, I'll come back," he turned to walk out of the door.
"You're good," I spoke. He stopped moving as Bat started raising his hips again. I let out a moan. "What's up?"
"Uh... Um," his eyes followed Bat's movements before he cleared his throat. "Can I use your shower? The others are full." I noticed his towel and fresh clothes in his hands.
"Yeah man," I moaned again. Bat tightened his hole and bit my ear lobe. "Fuuuuck yessss," I hissed.
"Th-Thank you," Langston's eyes stayed on us as he made his way to my bathroom.
"You're trouble," I held Bat by his hair, looking into his eyes.
"Your favorite kind," he slammed his hips down then rose up. Repeating this multiple times before I told him to get on his back.
I could see Langston watching us through the mirror as he got undressed. My eyes fixated on his as I held Bat's leg with my arm, and lined up my dick. "Yess!" Bat cooed when I entered him. His hole was so wet at this point there was no need for more lube. Watching my new brother reveal his beautiful slim body to me as my jock best friend begged for my cock turned me on. "Harder!" Bat demanded, wanting to be pounded.
I kept my eyes on the bathroom, watching for when Langston would get out of the shower as I pulled out of Bat. He turned over onto his hands and knees, waiting for me to reenter him. My goal was to please him, I just wanted a little more of an inspiration. Fucking Scooter's ass was always amazing, feeling and hearing this big dicked batter beg always kept my dick hard; but putting on a show, took me to another level.
"You like that?!" I slapped his ass as I recklessly pounded his warm hole. "You like being a bitch?" I slapped his ass again.
"Yess!" He grunted, facing the bathroom.
"Say it! Bitch!" I grabbed his short hair, bucking my hips while the bed started shaking.
"I LOVE BEING YOUR BITCH!" My best friend screamed out. I knew Langston could hear us. I refused to let up on my roughness. The more I slapped Bat's ass the wetter he got, he loved being treated like a submissive bitch; but could easily be a dominant fuck boy when he wanted to. His right hand playing with his 9 inch cock as his left kept him balanced.
"Fuck! I'm close!" Bat let out just as a wet Langston appeared in the doorway, drying his body with a towel. We both looked directly at him as our orgasms built. Animalistic roars and grunts escaped our mouths before I felt Bat's hole tighten. He was shooting his load onto the bed. "FUUUUCK!" He roared trying to balance himself as I winked at Langston.
"I'm breeding your cunt," I gruffly let out, feeling my dick expand.
"Do it!" Bat pressed his ass against me.
"Take that nut!" I slammed into him a few more times, then felt my dick shooting into him. It was an intense orgasm that made me tighten my grip on his waist. Fuck, I loved how good he was at taking dick.
Langston was part of the spring semester pledge group. He stood about 5'10, had dark skin, shoulder length cornrows, a slim body with perky nickel sized nipples, and natural abs. The first moment that I saw him, I wanted to kiss his thick beautiful lips. Now seeing his semi-hard dick as he watched me use one of our frat brothers, made me want to bottom for him. He was easily the sexiest dude in his pledge class; which is why I constantly hazed him. I wanted him to fight back a little, to show me that he could do some damage if he really wanted to (the real damage I wanted him to do was to my hole).
"Don't you have showers at the dorm?" Bat asked Langston, while he and I sat on the edge of my bed watching him get dressed.
"Yeah, but I came straight here from rehearsal," he responded, occasionally glancing at our naked bodies.
"Rehearsal?" Bat asked.
"I'm a stage manager for the theater department," he smiled. "We're getting ready for the spring musical."
"Of course you're a theater nerd," I chuckled. "You obviously love a good show."
"I've seen better," he teased. "But there's room for improvement."
"Remind me to have you change my bed later, pledge." I smirked.
"It'll have to be tomorrow, Big Brother," he moved to the mirror to button his shirt. "Going on a date with a choir girl tonight."
"The lungs!" Bat spoke. "Those chorus girls know how to take dick!"
"Oh I know!" I remembered the screams of the choir girl Sean used to date. "If you don't get lucky tonight, you have pledge duties."
"And if I do?" Langston turned around.
"Wear a condom!" I retorted.
The house was quiet that night, which was rare for a Friday. Usually there were guys hanging out all over, or a party being thrown. For the first time the only people around were freshmen; even the sophomores were gone, with plans of going on a class trip in the mountains (my Black ass would never!!). The spring pledge class were free to do whatever they wanted, being that High gave them the night off. However, one of them ended up hanging around with the full pledges because his plans fell through.
"Are you gay?" Devin, the pledge, asked me as we cleared the kitchen counter after eating with the others.
"I like dick, why? Who told you?" I wanted to see where this was going.
"I heard people talking," he shrugged.
"They're always talking," I hopped onto the counter to sit, watching him continue throwing away pizza boxes. "What are they saying?"
"Something about you hooking up with the whole football team."
"Haven't done that since 11th grade," I laughed. His face was shocked. "Nah, it was only a few of `em."
"Are you serious?" He looked at me. "So you're really gay?"
"I don't know about gay, but I fuck whoever turns me on."
"So it's true that you fucked your whole pledge class?"
"I wish!" I laughed. "Only two of them. Where are you hearing this?"
"A dude in my econ class told me. He's on the baseball team."
"Let me guess, Marcus?" I knew he was a business major.
"You know him?"
"I don't want to," I stated. "Just be careful around him."
"Thumper told me to stay away from anyone pledging DGM."
"He's pledging DGM?! You sure?!" I watched him nod.
I quickly hopped off of the counter and rushed into the parlor where the others were. Juan and Travis were on the couch playing a video game, as Scooter and Scott watched intensely. Miller was scrolling through his phone not paying attention to the others.
"Marcus is pledging Delta Gamma Mu!" I stated loudly. Scooter and Miller turned their heads.
"You sure?!" Scooter looked into my eyes.
"The pledge just told me," I pointed to Devin who was walking in.
"You know we've gotta tell High and Dig," my bro made clear. "They'll kill us for keeping quiet."
"What's his deal anyway?" Miller asked.
"He's an asshole," I stated.
"And a shitty shortstop," Scooter added.
"That's not enough of a reason to be mad," Miller responded. Scooter and I looked at each other, before I raised my hands in defeat, letting him know that he could tell them as much as he wanted.
I sat in the recliner with the pledge sitting on the arm, while Scooter explained what happened with Marcus and Brett. Even though the others in the room weren't on the baseball team, they all agreed that both of them were shity teammates and Brett was a shitty (ex) boyfriend. I was glad that they were all so cool about us being into dudes; there was no judgment. These dudes weren't just guys that we hung out with, they were our brothers.
The conversation moved towards exes. We discussed the best sex we've had, which ex was the easiest to get along with, and who fucked us up the most. I finally opened up to them about what happened with Ravi; allowing the guys to learn about my history with the house. They were extremely supportive, and even threatened to kick his ass if he bothered me again. Then we talked about our first loves.
Scooter's was his 9th grade girlfriend that moved out of town at the end of the 10th grade. Scott's was a cheerleader that he dated all four years of high school, then dumped him during Thanksgiving break. Juan admitted that he'd never been in love, but fucked his way through Bushwick before getting his scholarship. Travis was still dating the only girl he ever loved, having met her when he was in the 11th grade and she was in the 10th. Devin fell in love over the summer with another camp counselor, but was wanting to end things. And Miller admitted to being open to falling in love with anyone that treated him right. I was surprised to be one of the only two people in solid relationships.
I explained to the guys that my first love was a neighbor who all of my friends hated when we were growing up. What started as a game of "Show Me Yours" turned into a torrid closeted relationship that spanned from 8th to 10th grade before I finally ended things. I then told them how I'd found Kal. Everyone loved Kal, despite how nervous he was when we first started seeing each other. They asked about what city he was in that week, and if he'd done any cool touristy shit.
"But how's the sex though?" Travis asked, sipping from a bottle of beer. We'd started drinking by this point.
"Fucking amazing!" I gushed.
"But you're fucking other people," Miller spoke up. "How good can it be?"
"My dear brother Cry Baby," I looked into his eyes from across the room. "You can still have great sex, be in love, and fuck other people."
"Then what's the point of love?" he questioned.
"I can't answer that," I drunkenly admitted. "But I've never been this happy with a guy, ever!"
"So he's your only boyfriend?" Devin asked.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Of course he was!
"I've seen you around with other dudes," he answered. "I thought Dig or Bat were your boyfriends for a minute until I found out they were actual brothers." Scooter laughed.
"Dig would NEVER let me date his baby bro!" I said. "That dude would beat both of our asses if we broke up."
"Dead ass!" Travis laughed. "You know that pussy belongs to Dig first!" The others agreed, while Scooter and I looked at each other confused.
"Huh?" I questioned. "That dude is in love with PUSSY pussy! Not boy pussy!" I saw a couple of faces scrunch up.
"You know damned well that nigga is sprung!" Travis stated.
"Remember when he told everyone you were off limits that one weekend?" Scott spoke. "That's when I knew."
They were talking about the first weekend in December when Dig and I spent two full days studying, fucking, and watching movies. The only two people who were allowed in my room were Kal and High. I always admired how well he got along with them, as if he knew my relationships with them were the most important. Sean was not only my best friend, and chosen family, he was also Dig's president. Kal was the boyfriend who treated me right, and made me happy with just the mention of his name. Dig knew this, and as my Big Brother he showed them the respect that they deserved. Besides, he was straight, us having sex and a study weekend was just that... Us having sex and a study weekend. There's no way this straight dude wanted more than that.
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