Bill's Education
The following story is intended for adults over age 18 interested in male to male sexual fantasy. If that's not you, please read no further.
Practice safer sex.
All characters in this story are fictional with no resemblance to any real persons implied.
Bill's Education (M/M, college, muscle)
Part 1
My name is Bill Foster. I wanted to go to Berkeley, not only because it was the best university in California, but also because it was near San Francisco. I knew I was gay but I kept a low profile in my Midwest home town. Here I wouldn't have to hide.
Everything started off great when I met my roommate. He was Earl Greene, a six foot black stud. He had participated basketball, football and track at his high school in Southern California, but recognized that his chances of a pro sports career were pretty small and hit the books hard enough to win an academic scholarship. But, I wasn't as impressed by his mind as his body. I thought I was an OK looking guy, 5'10'' with well defined muscles from swimming, on which I was varsity in high school. Earl, however, was really built. At least 50 pounds heavier than my 160 and it was all muscle. I wanted to rub my hands over his smooth chocolate skin, suck the brown tits on his bulging pecs and lick his thick lips. But his most impressive feature was his cock which I glimpsed as he was preparing for bed that first night. It was thick and longer than my seven inch hard member while still soft.
As I lay in bed that first night in the dorm, I knew I'd go crazy if I couldn't find a way to make it with him. But, I had never actually had sex before, just my fantasies and trusty right hand. How could I approach him? Is he even interested in man to man sex? Would he kill me if he knows I'm gay? With these questions running round my mind I fell into a troubled sleep.
"Wake up, Bill. Time to get ready for registration," said Earl nudging my shoulder. When I opened my eyes I saw him standing next to me in the morning light. He was magnificent. My gaze was instantly drawn to his cock, which was hard and sticking out a couple inches below the leg of his boxer shorts, pulling the fabric away from his thigh as it tried to rise. He must have noticed because he said, "Oh, sorry. It gets like that if I don't take care of it a few times a day. ... You seem interested. Would you like to help out?"
I couldn't believe my luck. I think I nodded because he stepped out of his boxers. His dick poked out horizontal from his torso. It must have been at least ten inches and much thicker than mine which had hardened in my briefs in anticipation. He got on the bed, straddled my chest and pushed the tip of his dick to my lips. The foreskin was partially withdrawn, showing the brownish red head. I licked it with my tongue. It tasted a bit salty. With a hand behind my head he pushed me down on it. I opened my lips and allowed the head to slip in, licking the fleshy tube as it slid deeper.
About halfway it hit the back of my throat and I couldn't take any more without gagging. I went to work on it as Earl pushed it in and out of my straining mouth in a slow fuck motion. I felt him responding to my efforts as his dick got even longer and harder. His moans told me I was doing things right. I tried again to take more of him, but I couldn't get his thick pole down my throat without choking.
Earl pulled out, his dick snapping straight up to slap against his abs, and said, "If you want all of this you're going to have to take it up your ass."
"I need it. I want it, but, please, take it easy. I've never had anyone before," I replied.
"Just leave that virgin butt to me. By tomorrow your ass and my dick will fit together like a lock and key. But first, a little protection," he said getting up to grab a condom and a bottle from his desk. "Here, roll this on me," he ordered. I sat up on the bed and smoothed the latex over his mighty shaft, examining each bump and vein.
When the condom was on, Earl stripped off my upper sheet and rolled me to my back. Then he removed my briefs. My freed dick flopped up to my belly. Earl got on the bed, slid between my legs and raised them to his muscular shoulders. He poured some of the fluid on my ass. I shook involuntarily as the cool liquid touched my ass hole. He put some on his hands and rubbed the excess off on his sheathed dick.
"Try to relax," he suggested. With one hand he began a slow stroke on my dick while I felt one of his fingers massage my ass ring. His manipulations started sending waves of pleasure radiating through my body. I snapped back to reality when he inserted a finger. My ass clamped down on the intruder. "Easy," he encouraged, keeping his finger motionless inside me. Gradually I relaxed and he started to probe, loosening and lubricating my passage. He added a second finger and the stimulation from dick and ass really started to build. He touched something up inside me that triggered my orgasm. My first load shot clear over my head.
Covered in sweat and cum, I was so exhausted from my just spent passion that I didn't notice when he inserted a third finger, but when he pushed the tip of his monster shaft up to the gate, the anxiety and anticipation returned. "Don't worry. I'll take it easy at first," he assured me. I didn't say anything, but just looked up at his face. He smiled at me, his white teeth contrasting with his dark skin.
As he pulled his fingers out, he slipped the head of his dick in. It was much bigger than even three fingers, so he only got in part way before my ass ring contracted against it. He pushed into me with steady pressure as I tried to relax. He began to stroke my soft dick which started to come alive again. The pleasure built and induced little spasms in my ass hole. With each twitch of my bottom a bit more of him would ease in. Finally, with a quick stab, he pushed the last of the head into me as I gave a gasp in surprise.
He left it motionless for a minute to allow me to get used to it. In my nineteen years, I have never been stretched so wide.
He resumed his entry, pushing deeper inside me. I felt him opening me up, claiming my ass as his own. Occasionally I'd wince as the rearrangement of my guts would cause a flash of pain. He would stop, pull out a bit and let me adjust before moving inward again.
He pushed across that spot inside that triggered me before. I let out a moan of joy and my dick twitched in his grasp as the pleasurable feelings from my ass and groin overcame my senses. With a smooth stroke he slid the rest in, as inch after inch of shaft rubbed past my most sensitive spot. At last I felt his wiry pubic hair push against my ass cheeks. He was in.
"That wasn't so bad, was it? Although you're the tightest ass I've ever had."
I couldn't believe he had gotten that monster in me. I loved it. "Fuck me. Show how a real stud treats a lover," I challenged him. He didn't wait a second before starting to power his tool through my body.
He leaned forward, placing his hands by my shoulders and bending me double with my legs on my chest and ass in the air. Looking down my body I could see his dark shaft spearing my white ass. The feelings of him moving through me were like nothing I'd ever felt before. It was intense.
As I stroked my dick in time with his thrusts, the pleasure mounted. We were both panting from the exertion and moaning from sexual frenzy. In the midst of this I remember watching his body and being impressed by the grace and power of his muscles as they worked above me. His smooth brown skin was taut and glistened with sweat, some of which would drip off of the points of his pecs onto me.
I felt my orgasm building like a slowly erupting volcano. It seemed to start in my ass which spasmed wildly against Earl's thick pole that had claimed its territory in the center of my body. I could feel that tremendous shaft shove in for a final thrust and begin to throb. My balls drew tight to my body and began to pump their load. I threw my hands up and grabbed Earl's arms by their bulging biceps. As I started to unload, I arched my back pressing my dick into Earl's defined abdominals. I thought I could feel him filling the condom deep within me.
It seemed to go on forever. Finally I was spent and collapsed back to the bed. My cum coated his chest and stomach. Earl lowered his body over me and kissed me on the lips. His tongue pushed into me to claim my mouth as completely as he owned my ass. Our bodies slid over each other lubricated by our sweat and my cum.
After several minutes he broke our kiss and pushed back to his knees. "You seemed to enjoy that," he said easing his softening dick from my ass. "You did real well for a virgin. Lots of experienced studs can't take all this," he said as the head pulled clear.
I looked at him in awe, this man that had indoctrinated me into the joys of man sex. I didn't know what to say. Then, as a new feeling overcame me, I forgot all about talk and jumped off the bed and ran for the bathroom. Just as I sat down on the toilet, my bowels released the shit stirred loose from our fucking.
Earl sauntered in, turning the condom inside out as he pealed it from his dick. He scraped off his cum with two fingers and, as he discarded the used rubber in the bowl between my legs, he pushed his fingers into my mouth for me to clean. I liked his taste.
Earl then faced me, straddled my thighs and sat down. His dick slid between my legs as his thick shaft nestled alongside mine. He then released his stream of morning piss. As he continued to flow he pulled my face to his pecs and I licked his tit. When the flow stopped, he knocked off the last few drops against my prick and stood up. "How 'bout a shower," he offered, reaching for another condom pack.
I got up, wiped off and followed him into the stall shower. It was a tight squeeze with both of us in there, but I certainly had no complaints. After adjusting the water, Earl turned me around so his soft dick rested along my crack and started to soap me up with one hand while the other held my body against his. He didn't miss a spot. He even shoved a couple soapy fingers up in me to get my insides as clean as my outside. When he finished he turned me around and handed me the soap. My dick was so stiff it poked into his pubic bush.
I cleaned Earl with the same care he showed me. It gave me a great chance to explore his wonderful body. He was a few inches taller than I, a bit over 6 foot. While not a competitive bodybuilder, he had great development and the smoothest, naturally hairless, skin I'd ever seen. A thick neck which flared to broad shoulders, 18 inch arms, wide lats and a thick chest with muscular pecs which tapered to a very small waist in a dramatic vee shape were part of the package. His abdominals were clearly defined. A firm round butt stood above powerful legs. Each thigh flared to almost the thickness of his waist. And between those thighs hung that impressive uncut cock and plum sized balls.
I soaped it up thoroughly, examining the veins that crossed its surface. It responded to my touch by growing in my hands. Earl showed me how to clean under the foreskin. Since I'm cut, I was fascinated by it. He let me try cleaning him. It wasn't easy because as my fingers probed the tip of his dick, he stiffened quickly and there wasn't much room to slip beneath the retracting fold of skin.
After a few minutes playing with his now fully hard manhood, he pushed me back and said, "You seem to have given me another problem. Are you ready to help me solve it?"
I looked up into his eyes expectantly as he reached for the rubber. After he sheathed his tool he turned me around, split my legs by sliding one of his huge thighs between them and pushed me forward to lean on the wall of the shower stall.
I felt him step behind me. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me toward him until my hole was against his cock. He shoved it inside. I was amazed at how smoothly he entered me. My ass almost welcomed this now familiar guest home. Soon I was in heaven and, from his moans, so was Earl.
I concentrated on squeezing my ass as he withdrew his long shaft. I could feel the silky friction as, inch after inch, it slipped from my ass. On the in stroke, I relaxed, feeling the erotic pressure as he refilled my guts, expanding them to accommodate his massive presence. It was great. The pleasure built and built. When I felt him shove in for a last thrust and start to throb within me, I shot off too without even touching my own dick.
After a bit, the passion ebbed. I felt him growing soft within me but we stayed still, catching our breath. He leaned over my shoulder and I turned my head meeting him in an after sex kiss. At last we broke and he slipped from me.
I turned around and removed the condom, inverting it like he did as I pealed it off him. When I got it off, I just stuck the end between my lips and sucked out his juices. he looked at me with disbelief as he turned off the water and guided me out of the shower.
While we were drying each other he said, "Your ass is mine now. When I need you, you'll be ready and willing." There was nothing I wanted more.
We registered for classes that day and were able to get several together. Freshman orientation went smoothly now that I had my sexual orientation. Earl needed me over lunch, after our afternoon run, after dinner and twice before bed. When I fell to sleep after my first day at college I was one satisfied boy.
"Wake up, Bill," said Earl nudging my shoulder. I squeezed my ass muscles against his buried dick to acknowledge I was awake. He rolled me onto my belly as he positioned himself between my legs and began a slow morning fuck. I looked forward to another great day.
Part 2
After our week of freshman orientation, Earl and I decided to check out San Francisco. We were going to hit Fisherman's Wharf in the morning, Chinatown in the afternoon and the Castro for the evening.
Fisherman's Wharf was pretty much a tourist trap, so we hopped a cable car to Chinatown a bit early. We got off and walked down Grant Street. There were still lots of sightseers like ourselves, but also interesting stores and people. Certainly Asians weren't unusual; it seemed they were half of Berkeley's students, but, with the strange writing and sounds, you could almost imagine you were in another country.
As we were wandering around, Earl spotted some activity on a small side street. There were two guys in a costume with a huge animal head that were pretending to attack a colorful ball on a pole held by a third. They were doing this in front of a small store that was decked out like a grand opening. The dance suggested both grace and power as well as the skill of those performing it. They were big guys too from what I could see; Earl's size at least. About eight others surrounded the main dancers in black silk uniforms doing kung fu moves. The back of their shirts said Dong Long Kung Fu with a large dragon picture and four Chinese characters. Earl and I watched their whole performance.
After about half an hour, they stopped. The crowd gave a round of applause and the store owner handed the lead dancer a red envelope. Then the troop marched off down the small street. "Weren't they great? Let's follow them," suggested Earl heading off in the direction they took. "I'd really like to learn moves like that," he continued as I followed behind.
After a block they turned up a smaller street and then, after a hundred yards, up a narrow alley. When Earl and I reached the alley, no one was visible. We went up it a way and saw a wood door flanked by a couple of widows. The glass had been painted black and contained the same drawing that graced the uniforms we saw them wearing. This must be their place, we thought.
There were a few spots where the paint on the windows was pealing, so we put our eyes to them to see what was going on inside. I caught glimpses of guys moving around. Some had already removed parts of their uniforms.
Then we heard a voice behind us, "Hey! Are you spying on us?" Startled, we turned around. It was one of the group returning. He was a good bit smaller than Earl, who grabbed him by the shoulders. That was a mistake. He gave Earl three punches to the center of his chest so fast you could hardly follow the movement. Earl took a step backward, bumped into the wall and then his legs sort of buckled. He sat down on the ground, knocking over a trash can. His eyes were open but unfocused.
The noise from the trash can brought others outside to investigate. The first guy said something in Chinese and two others lifted Earl to his feet. His legs were still weak so they almost carried him into the building between them. I followed quietly.
Earl was deposited on a mat in the center of a large empty room that was apparently used for training. I was pushed to my knees beside him. Our captor said something to the man I recognized as the lead player in the performance we saw at the store. He had removed his costume and I could see he was even bigger than I had imagined. He was sleek and defined like a lightweight bodybuilder, but scaled up to a six foot two height. His arms must have hit twenty inches.
His partner in the performance looked almost as big. In fact all the guys in the room, big and small were incredibly muscular. I thought it must be their kung fu training.
The leader walked over to us. I admired the way his muscles moved under his golden tan skin which glistened from sweat. He stopped in front of us and looked at Earl, who was still dazed. His only covering was a piece of cloth wrapped around his waist and between his legs. Soaked from his exertions, it showed that it contained a huge piece of meat. Bent in a U shape, it looked half again bigger than Earl's monster. I didn't think a dick could get that big. I stared in awe.
"Why were you snooping around the Eastern Dragon Kung Fu Club," he said in unaccented English. "Are you interested in kung fu? Or," seeing where I was staring, "Are you interested in the other meaning of dong long? He massaged his dick through the cloth. "You'll be our guests for a while," he said and followed that with some talk in Chinese.
The room bustled with activity. Two guys helped me out of my clothes while two more undressed Earl, who was still too confused to object. Another brought out a basket piled high with condoms and a few bottles of lube. The others shed their remaining clothes. When the leader unwrapped the cloth, his dick fell out between his legs reaching more than half way to his knee and still soft. His partner was almost as big. In fact of the dozen guys in the room, the smallest must have been as big as Earl in the dick department. It's funny, I'd always heard Asian guys were small.
The leader held the tip of massive member to my lips. I went down on the first few inches and licked and massaged the head with my tongue. His partner started on Earl who instinctively was licking the offered piece.
I stroked the shaft with both hands and pushed a bit more into my mouth. It responded to my efforts, stiffening and lengthening. When I had sucked about six inches, it hit the back of my throat. "Oh, you can do better than that," he stated and gripped my head in his hands. He started stroking his dick into me, spearing the entrance to my throat. "Relax and swallow it," he encouraged. After a few failed attempts, I succeeded and he slid down my throat. I panicked a bit when he continued to push in but calmed down when I realized I could still breathe.
Meanwhile, they had prepared a still stunned Earl for fucking. He was positioned on his knees with his head resting on the mat. The club's number two guy was behind him with his thirteen inch sex tool sheathed and poised at his hole. In one motion he plunged in half way. That brought Earl back to reality. I bet you could have heard his scream back in Berkeley. Earl's stud started his fuck motion and pretty soon had Earl moaning. His ten inch dick was stiff and leaking precum on the mat.
I had continued to swallow dick and was getting close to the base. With a final lunge, my guy pushed the last couple inches in and I found my nose in his black pubic bush. He held me tight against him as I reflected on the unique feeling of a tube of his flesh filling my throat and wiggling in my chest near my heart. I inhaled his aroma and stuck out my tongue to lap at his balls.
"I saw you watching us earlier," he said still holding me to him. "Did you like my lion dance? I bet you want this lion to show you what a real fuck is."
Satisfied with his domination of my oral cavity, he pushed my head away from his body. I was awed as inch after inch pulled from my mouth. I couldn't believe I had all that inside me. When the head popped clear, his dick stayed horizontal in front of him with a slight downward arc as if bent from its own weight.
A junior member rushed up to roll on the protection. I got on my back and held my knees against my chest offering him my ass. He got behind me and squirted in some lube. He probed me with a couple of strong fingers. I demonstrated my muscle control by squeezing and relaxing my ass ring against his invading digits.
Satisfied with the preparations, he positioned himself for insertion. With one hand on the back of my thigh and one guiding his shaft, he shoved in seven inches in a smooth motion. With a week of practice on Earl's thick piece, I was instantly in heaven. My dick was hard and bobbing on my abs, leaking precum which formed a little pool in my belly button. He began to stroke that long spear into me. Withdrawing a bit, then pushing in a little deeper each time. When he had gotten ten inches in, it really started to get tight. I was still a virgin that deep inside. I felt him ramming me, spreading me open. When each new stroke bottomed out, my dick released a small drop of precum.
He got in another inch, then another, and another and another. With a final shove the last bit slid home and his balls, now tight to his shaft squeezed between my spread ass cheeks. He left it in place for me to feel, flexing it powerfully inside me and causing me to gasp. I looked up into his eyes acknowledging his conquest of me.
He resumed his stroking with foot long motions that really stirred me up. I reached heights I never had before. He was enjoying it too. His eyes were closed, a look of bliss on his face as he focused on the sensations radiating from his dick.
After several minutes, he drove in to the hilt and I felt a throbbing begin deep within me. It built in intensity, overwhelming all other sensations. It spread to my own dick which released solid streams of jizz in time with its rhythm. The orgasm continued for over a minute before subsiding.
My lover pushed my legs to the side and rested on my body. Our torsos, covered with my cum, splashed together. The throbbing faded and our breathing returned to normal. He pushed back retreating from my ass. I tightened down on him, reluctant to let go, but he popped out. "You're a great fuck," he said. I smiled at the sincere compliment, but my ass felt empty.
Another guy stepped up and filled that void. I noticed that Earl also had a new rider and wondered if he was having as much fun as I. I sort of lost track of events after that. I'm pretty sure I was fucked by each club member two or three times. They were all great but none matched my first guy in either size or skill. The smallest one was maybe five four, but he had about ten and a half inches and his bulging muscles made him much stronger than I.
Sometime that night the action eased off and I drifted to sleep. When I awoke next morning Earl was fucking me and my first guy was giving him some pointers on technique. It's odd, a day ago I wouldn't have thought Earl had anything to learn about fucking.
Now that I was up the club had another go at us and then we washed them up in the large shower room that attached to the rear of the training area. Afterwards they served a hearty American breakfast. Earl and I straddled the laps of the two lead lion dancers for the meal. I would rock a few inches up and down on the stiff pole he had plugged up in me. I kept him stimulated the whole meal. He was having trouble eating, talking or following the conversation.
I found out his name was Eddie Lee and Earl's buddy was Dan Wong, both third generation, Chinese-Americans. They were juniors at Berkeley and they offered to drive us back when they were finished here. The runt of the club turned out to be Eddie's younger brother, who was nicknamed Little Dragon. Eddie, of course, was Big Dragon. Eddie said his brother was still in high school and had a few years growth ahead of him. Little Dragon piped in with the boast that in a few years he'll be bigger than Big Dragon and then we'll see whose on top. Everyone laughed.
After the meal, Eddie carried me over to the mat and gave me a powerfuck as payback for keeping him excited all through breakfast. All the guys were cheering him as he drove into me like a runaway pile driver. He thought it was punishment, but, for me, it was heaven. Wait till he sees what I do to him for lunch.
When Eddie and I climaxed, they were all ready for another round, but they found they were out of condoms. Little Dragon was ordered to dress and run out for a few dozen more. Meanwhile the club gave Earl and I a kung fu demonstration.
The members demonstrated the forms and exercises in slow motion and at fighting speed. The grace and power we admired yesterday was even more evident as we watched the flow of their defined muscles as they performed nude. The highlight was a weapons display using swords, spears and a pair of things that looked like large, broad bladed, knives.
Then Little Dragon returned and we serviced the club with a couple more rounds of energetic sex. After a shower to cool down everyone got dressed. Eddie invited us to come home with him so he could get his stuff together and drive us back to school. Eddie, Dan and Little Dragon walked us down the street. Dan said he'd meet us in an hour and headed to his house while Eddie opened the door.
Eddie introduced us to his parents as friends from college and took us up to his room. While he was getting his stuff together, Little Dragon grabbed a condom from a drawer, bent me over the side of the bed and gave me a good-bye fuck. I buried my head in a pillow to muffle my moans, his parents were just down stairs. He stretched it out until Eddie was ready to leave, then brought us both to a climax. My load splattered off the hardwood floor.
Little Dragon cleaned off my dick with his mouth and helped me pull up and adjust my pants. My shirt was soaked with sweat so Eddie let me borrow one of his. It was way too big, but smelled like him and that was a real kick. We collected Dan, piled the stuff in the trunk of a six year old Mustang and we were off.
I sat in the front with Eddie, who drove. He wouldn't let me touch him while driving, I leaned over the seat and watched Earl go down on Dan in the back seat. He managed to bring Dan off in the short drive. Eddie and Dan live at a fraternity but they drove us to our dorm. We invited them up for a beer. They stayed the night and we never had that beer.
Part 3
It was only natural that Eddie and Dan invited us to rush their fraternity. Earl had some objections. "You only want us for sex," he stated.
"Of course," shot back Dan. "Don't you like the sex?" he asked resuming a slow stroke of his thirteen and a half inches through Earl's tight ass as they lay together on Earl's bed.
Dan could whip Earl into a frenzy with his dick like he flipped a switch way up inside him. "It's just...It's just...Aaah...Ooh," Earl tried to answer. It's just that Earl always considered himself a top, I thought, and he can't get over that with Eddie, Dan and their friends, he's a bottom. Even worse, he likes it, a lot.
I, of course, felt empty if I didn't have a cock up my butt. Eddie was with me in my bed, his fourteen and half inches filling me like no one else could. The final flow of cum from my last eruption was still dripping from my dick. I'd lost track of how many times Eddie brought me off last night, but there were streaks of drying juice over half the room pointing back to my groin. "We'd love to join," I replied for the temporarily speechless Earl. "What do we do?"
"We can't sign you up officially for a few weeks, but you can move in with Dan and I tonight. We'll get you started," said Eddie. "We have the best GPA of any frat," he continued. "We won the Greek Games the last two years and we'll teach you kung fu. Plus we know you'll have fun. What more could you ask?"
Earl shot his load into his already soaked sheets. When he recovered a bit he agreed.
That day, as course work began, we mentioned our plans to some of our classmates. "Why do you want to join them? I thought they only had Asian members. You can't have any fun in a house full of nerds," were the most common reactions. I explained that we became friends with a couple of the brothers and they invited us to join so we thought we'd try it out.
Eddie and Dan picked us up in the Mustang just after four. We tossed our few things in the trunk and they drove us to the frat house. With four strong guys it was no trouble unloading the car. As we carried the stuff up to Eddie and Dan's room on the third floor I got my first look at the brothers. They were all built like the guys in the kung fu club! Not exclusively Chinese, but some Japanese, Korean, Vietnamese and a few darker skinned Asians, possibly Thai or Malay. How did all these hot guys gather under one roof, I asked myself.
As we stowed our gear I looked at our roommates' belongings. Eddie was studying biochemistry. I asked him about it and he explained that his father was a traditional Chinese herbalist and he wanted to uncover how exactly the remedies worked and improve their effectiveness. Dan was in electrical engineering. He wanted to specialize in integrated circuit design and had interned last summer at Intel down in Silicon Valley.
After just a few minutes Eddie ushered us downstairs to be formally introduced to the rest of the house. He took us down to the basement level which was set up a bit like his kung fu club. Mats covered most of the floor and there was a very complete weight training setup. When we arrived, one guy was bench pressing about six hundred pounds for reps. All his muscles were pumped, including his dick which was sticking out the leg of his gym shorts, the only covering he wore. When he powered up the barbell his dick would flex to almost vertical, pushing back the cloth and exposing his meaty balls.
When he finished, Eddie introduced us. He was Tony Thieu, a sophomore. The other brothers were gathering by that time and Eddie made official introductions. My first impression was correct, this was a collection of studs such that I wouldn't have dared to dream about. They were removing their clothes, so Eddie must have told them about us and introductions were going to be more personal than an exchange of names. Tony was already humping his twelve stiff inches against my ass while he reached around to undo my belt. Someone produced a tray of condoms.
Everybody got acquainted with us both and a good many stopped by for seconds. I noticed Earl and I were the only non Asians in the place. I asked Eddie about it when I had a short break between fucks. He said the frat was started back when Berkeley was mostly white and few fraternities had many Asian members. There was never any intention to limit membership, but most folks, of any race, feel more comfortable in friendly surroundings. The latest white brother graduated last year. He added that he sure hoped I felt welcome. I wanted to ask some more questions but Tony stopped by for thirds. As he skillfully plugged my ass, raising me back to a state of sexual bliss, I know I felt welcome.
About midnight, the party tapered off and Eddie and Dan brought us up to bed. Eddie explained our pledge duties. I was to be in the showers from 6:00 AM to 7:30 to service anyone needing help with morning stiffness. Earl was to be available at night from 10:00 to 11:30 for those wanting some relief before bed. With me the brothers would have a contest. The one that brought me off the most in the next two months would have me as an exclusive sex slave for the week before initiation.
Dan finished with some other rules. Five PM to ten weeknights was reserved for individual study, that is, no sex. That's how they keep up their GPA. They made an exception tonight in our honor. Dinner was at six and breakfast seven to eight. Everyone was assigned house duties on a weekly rotation, including morning and evening sexual service, which will rotate again after pledge initiation.
"Enough talk," announced Eddie. "It's time to cap off the evening and make your first night here truly memorable." With that he slowly eased in his fourteen plus inch monster that I've become so addicted to. Just as Dan was doing with Earl, he worked me into a frenzy. I came three times before we drifted off into an exhausted sleep.
"Wake up Bill," said Eddie nudging my shoulder. "It's time for your morning duties." I looked at the clock and saw it was almost six, so I eased Eddie out of my ass. I got up, removed the condom and cleaned Eddie's dick with my mouth of the remaining cum. I grabbed my kit and ran down the hall to the bathroom still carrying the expended rubber. I made it with a minute to spare.
The shower room had six heads, but the brothers were still sleeping, so the place was empty. I had time to toss the rubber, take a piss, shave and brush my teeth. Then I decided to turn on the water and wait for my first visitor under the spray. I saw they had set up a score board for the contest. It listed the names of all thirty brothers with a place for me to mark off the count. There was a bucket of condoms by the entrance.
I'd just gotten wet when Tony Thieu stepped in, rolling on his protection. He stepped behind me and slid home. In a few seconds I was getting the full benefit of his foot long manhood. And, while he was stroking me, his hands were rubbing my tits, caressing my belly or massaging my dick. He earned the first score when we shot off together a few minutes later.
We were still alone so I washed him off. He was a tad shorter than me, but very muscular. As I soaped him up, I remembered that this was the guy we saw last night pressing six hundred pounds for reps. Feeling his size and hardness, I could believe it. When I finished we were still alone and he looked ready for a second round, so I grabbed a fresh rubber and rolled it on him.
This time he had me face him. He grabbed me at the waist and lifted me effortlessly off the ground. I wrapped my legs around his body as he positioned my hole on his dick head, lowering me slowly onto it. As he lifted and lowered me, stirring my guts with his stick, he pressed my body to him so my own sex was squeezed between us and stimulated by the friction as it slid over his abdominal muscles. He got another score in short order.
By then a couple others were waiting. Tony rinsed off, as I went over to update the score and get two more rubbers. He got a big thumbs up sign from them both when I listed his two points.
By the time I was off duty, everyone had a chance. Eddie came in with Dan and Earl and had their turns. Earl's score didn't count in the contest. He said I was the only one he could fuck here. I told him not to worry, he was my first and that he will always be special.
The next couple of months went by quickly. We, of course, had all the sex we could handle, both in the fraternity and, on weekends, at Dong Long Kung Fu club. Eddie taught us kung fu and the practice really had a big effect on our speed, strength and endurance, though we were no threat to any of the regular members in a practice fight.
Little Dragon treated me as his personal toy whenever his brother was otherwise occupied. He was my practice partner, but I had to take his fuck each time I lost. He was enthusiastic, but self centered. When his brother wasn't around he would care more about getting himself off than his partner. Once, Eddie walked in on us, saw what was going on and pushed right up his brother's ass as he was pounding me. The first few stroke caused Little Dragon to cry out in pain. Then Eddie shifted mode and with little brother being pleasured front and back we raised him to the peak. When Eddie rolled off to lay beside me, he reminded his brother to be more considerate of his partner. As Little Dragon walked off rubbing his ass, Eddie said he would learn, after all, he's still a kid.
We met the other pledges, eight in all, and all of various Asian-American backgrounds. What struck me was that they were all so ordinary. They were bright, but the biggest was about five eight and 140 pounds. They averaged under five inches in the dick department. None even came within an inch of my seven. I couldn't understand how you develop a group like the brothers starting with material like that and neither Eddie nor Dan would enlighten me. They didn't participate in the heavy sexual activity; their duties involved mostly the routine housework. Though Dan, the pledge master, did hold some instruction on oral techniques and some anal preparation using dildos of increasing size.
We got off to a good start academically. The set study time was good discipline and there was always a brother to ask who could explain a tough point.
Tony Thieu won the contest for my services. He brought me off every morning no matter how many guys had been with me before or how energetic Eddie was overnight. Near the contest's end a few of the other leaders tried to get to me early and wear me out, but, Tony would always find a way to get me off.
They moved us both into a private room for the week and I didn't have any morning duties. We went through a gross of condoms and I had a big smile on my face all week. Earl complained that he had to do double duty each night and with Dan and Eddie. Eddie said his dick was getting lonely, but, I knew he was getting his time with Earl and that any of the brothers would have been eager to offer him their ass.
At last came the night we were to become brothers and learn the secrets of our fraternity. Tony brought me down to the basement after a fuck that served as a finale of our week together. I really liked him and Eddie. It was like choosing between apple pie and cherry pie. But, why bother, when you can have both as often as you like.
No one, brothers or pledges, wore anything. A huge banquet had been set up on a couple of tables placed at the end of the room. The ten pledges were lined up in front of the assembled brothers. A tray with ten cups was set up before us.
Eddie started the ceremony. "You pledges have endured our demands and earned our trust and respect. Tonight you will be literally transformed into brothers. The cups before you contain an herbal formula that I discovered a few years ago working in my father's shop. When you take it your bodies and muscles will grow until you match the ones before you. Your sex drive will increase ten fold, which is why we work so hard to pleasure each other. The first transformations took months, but the preparation has been improved so that now it takes only a few hours. This food and special protein supplements will fuel your bodies during the change. It works best on those with Chinese ancestry and, almost as well, on other Asians, but, Bill, the effects are much less with Caucasians. Earl, it has never been tried on those of African heritage, so, if you don't want to try it, you won't have to."
Eddie had just answered a lot of my questions. The other pledges looked surprised and pleased. None had any second thoughts. Eddie continued, "Brother Dan, pass out the cups." When each had our potion Eddie ordered simply, "Drink."
It had a bitter taste. I felt a tingling start all over and felt hungry, as if I hadn't eaten for a day. Earl positively ran to the table and started eating. The others quickly followed. I walked over and Eddie joined me.
"I think you'll gain about ten percent in your muscle mass and add a couple inches to that dick," he said. "Asians should gain fifty to sixty percent and more than double their sexual size. I don't know about Earl, but he is hungry and that's a good sign. You should eat."
Earl was shoving down food with both hands and was already markedly bigger. Most of the others had visible changes as muscles started to fill out. I thought I might be changing, but couldn't be sure yet.
Then Earl collapsed to the floor holding in each hand huge turkey drumsticks that he was devouring. "I'm starving," he groaned between bites.
"Bring out the protein drinks," ordered Eddie. Several of the brothers fetched gallon jugs. Eddie offered one to Earl. "Here, drink this," he suggested.
Earl chugged the whole bottle in one breath and grabbed another. You could see his body visibly grow. By the end of the second he was bigger than Eddie and he took eight more bottles over the next two hours until his hunger subsided. By then he was six foot ten and almost four hundred pounds with a twenty inch dick, a twenty inch hard dick. The change in the other new brothers was just about complete too. I had gained about twenty pounds and two inches as Eddie predicted, but I could tell from his expression that he hadn't expected anything like what came over Earl.
Hunger eased, Earl examined his body and looked out at the brothers. "What does a four hundred pound gorilla get," he roared. "Anything he wants." He looked at me. He picked me up like a feather and carried me to a weight bench. He put me down on my back and stood towering over me. "I have enough energy to take on the whole fraternity, but I wanted you to be first," he said softly.
I looked up at his incredible body. His arms must have been over thirty inches, his chest approached seventy with lats that flared in a tremendous vee up from a waist that was no bigger than my own albeit with abs that popped out far enough you could really believe he had a six pack buried in there. His thighs were thicker than a normal man's chest with deep striations separating the muscles. But, his body was dominated by that huge twenty inch tool. It was standing straight up and proud above balls the size of apples. Veins crisscrossed its length, pulsing visibly with blood. The foreskin had retracted past the head which sort of glowed a reddish brown color much lighter than the rest of the shaft.
Eddie rushed up with a condom and a bottle of lube. I hadn't used extra lube in a couple of months, but I was sure glad he thought of it. He rolled the rubber down the shaft. It barely fit even though it was the largest made. Eddie applied lube to its full length and squirted some up in me for extra measure.
He spread my legs and stepped between them. Then he grabbed my hips and slid me down to the end of the bench which forced my legs even further apart. Finally, he bent over me, grabbed the bench and lifted me and it up to his torso so he could position my ass at the tip of his dick. I lifted my legs around his waist which was more comfortable than trying to make room for those thighs. I felt the head spread my cheeks as it searched for my hole. He found it. The first contact made me shudder, I hadn't been this nervous about sex since the morning Earl took my virginity.
He pressed me against him. My experienced ass opened smoothly, wider than ever before, and he slipped in easily. When he brushed past my prostate, I started to writhe on the bench. The level of stimulation was higher than anything I'd imagined. I held his mighty arms as he plunged deeper. I shot off twice by the time he gentle stroking had opened me up to the depth where Eddie had been earlier. He continued to push in. For the third time in my sex life a dick was plowing virgin territory.
I was gasping at every stroke. It was pain and exquisite pleasure combined. I seemed to feel his dick everywhere. I thought it was ready to pop out my mouth. I looked up at his face. His eyes were staring wide, unseeing. He was focused inward and I knew I was inspiring intense feelings in him. He bottomed out, his balls pressed into my butt.
He shifted his grip holding me under the arms and dropping the weight bench which crashed to the floor. He stood up, carried me over to the wall and pressed me against it. He did an undulating motion with his hips that moved him through me. I came again. My orgasm this time must of tipped him over the edge because he buried himself to the limit and started to shake. I could feel each load as it raced up the shaft and erupted out the tip, it was in exact time with my own spurts. It continued, on and on, minutes at least. It felt as if his dick was growing even longer inside me. My own dick continued to spasm in sympathy with his though it ran out of juice a long time ago.
When his orgasm faded, he just sat down on the mat and leaned back to rest and recover. I was still impaled. Eddie and Dan lifted me off. When I pulled clear you could see that Earl had pumped enough cum to form a four inch bubble at the end of the rubber.
When he was changed out, he took on Dan next. They say paybacks are hell, but I'm pretty sure Dan saw heaven just like I had. Meanwhile, the other brothers worked to prepare the new initiates for the assault they knew was coming. It took most of the night but Earl topped the whole house, finishing with Eddie. There were a lot of sore asses and contented smiles the next day.
We still room with Eddie and Dan. Earl and Dan take turns being top because Dan still knows which buttons to push inside to turn Earl on and Earl likes it too much to forego. After the first night we required Earl to wear a rubber when he gets fucked just so Eddie and I don't get soaked again when he cums. Oh, one more thing. Last week I finally beat Little Dragon in a kung fu practice fight. Paybacks are hell, particularly when the whole club is watching you get fucked and cheering.
The End