Fraternity Suck Bitch-3
by
Swallows It All
Disclaimer: This story not even remotely related to any person, place or thing living or dead. It is suitable for adults only. No minors allowed. This is fictional story about a Pike pledge that ends up pledging to suck anyone in the fraternity whenever they need to get off. If you are not interested in this type of material, kindly use the back button for its intended purpose. If this is not the case, please enjoy the beginning of an awesome story of being on the inside. Feel free to use the story but ensure that you give credit where credit is due. In other words, don't take my stuff.
Monday Night
I couldn't help it. Jonas was downstairs forever. I fell asleep.
Tuesday Morning
I woke up to the sun beaming in my face. It was a little after 8. Glad I signed up for late classes. I sat up and remembered what had happened the night before. I had awoken to a world where my roommate knew that I jerked off to his smell and his cumrags. He also liked to cum on my face and was going to make me work to take it down my throat. I was determined to reach that goal.
There was a knock on the door. I got up to answer it when I noticed that Jonas was not in his bed. Weird. I opened the door and it was Brady. He was wearing nothing but boxers. The house attire.
"Good morning, Tyler." Brady said, leaning against the door frame.
"Good morning, Brady." I replied. "Jonas, isn't here."
"Oh, bro. You know I am not here for Jonas. I am here to get inside that mouth of yours again."
My heart fluttered and began to bet rapidly as Brady grabbed his junk through his boxers and walked through the door. He shut it and then pushed me to my knees.
"Enjoy it, fag. I know how you love my dick." Brady sighed.
Leaning against the door, he began rubbing is crotch all over my face. I could still smell the spit and cum from last night. Does the guy ever wash? I hope not.
Brady had grabbed my head and was using my face to get hard. His dick soon began to appear through the fly in his boxers.
"Open up dude. Take my cock." Brady whispered.
I opened and he slid his dick in. He enjoyed every sensation as he pushed inside.
"I almost all the way in. You are a fast learner." Brady said.
I ignored the comment. I was too focused on pleasing the alpha and getting another load down my throat. I saw myself walking around all day with Brady's cum making its way through my body.
"Still like spit?" Brady asked.
I immediately pulled off his dick, tilted me head back and opened my mouth wide.
"I'll take that as a yes." Brady said as he spat into my mouth several times.
"Savor the taste fag." Brady smiled.
It tasted like beer, but I still loved it. He jammed his dick back in my mouth once I swallowed.
"Time for some more fluids. Rub my asshole while you suck my dick, bro. Get me off fast." Brady said.
I was only too happy to oblige. Hopefully, I would get another huge load like last night. I started rubbing his asshole as he pushed in and out of my mouth trying to get deeper.
"Come on, fag. You can go deeper than that. Come on! Take it. Take my dick. Work for my cum. Work to eat it and taste it!" Brady kept saying.
I imagined that he was using dirty talk to help him cum faster. It was turning me on even more. And I worked harder and harder for what I wanted.
"Oh fuck yeah, fag! Oh fuck! Take it. Take my cum in your fag mouth!" Brady yelled.
He was seriously loud. Anyone on the floor that was awake could surely hear him as his dick dumped in my mouth for a second time.
As he shot, the door flew open, hitting Brady in the back and sending him deep into my throat. It was only a couple of shots, but I was choking like crazy. Mark was standing there in the doorway watching me lose life by the second.
"What the fuck is going on in here?" he asked.
"The fag just gave me a fucking awesome blow job again, bro? Couldn't help but get loud. Tyler is such a fag for dicks and cum bro. You have to try it." Brady panted.
Mark looked at me suspiciously. "You like taking dick in the mouth and swallowing cum?" He asked.
I nodded.
"Fuck it. I am seriously horny from getting no pussy last night and I can't go to class like this. Might as well use your mouth, fag." Mark said as he approached me.
"Get to it, fag and make it quick. I still have to shower."
I pulled down Marks shorts just enough to get his dick out. I started jerking it to get his dick hard.
"Get my dick hard in your mouth. Lose the hand." Mark snapped.
I put his soft dick in my mouth and began to massage his head with my tongue. I looked up and saw his head swing backwards as the warmth of my mouth registered. He began to grow fast. As his dick got harder and harder in my mouth, Mark grabbed my head and began pulling it down on his dick. He was at least 8 and half and I was taking him a little deeper than Brady. I really was getting better.
As Mark enjoyed my mouth, I heard the door open again. This time it was Sean.
"Oh thank god." Sean said. "I need one of those too."
"You didn't even want to watch last night and now you want a blow job?" Brady laughed.
"Hey. I thought it was a joke, but obviously not." Sean replied.
"Just a little while longer bro. I'm almost finished with the fags mouth." Mark said.
Soon Mark dumped his load in my mouth and I milked his dick to get every drop. I swished it around my mouth just as I had done Brady only hours before.
"What the fuck?!" Mark gasped.
"Oh, he is really into the taste of cum. He likes to run it between his teeth and around his tongue. He does the same thing with spit." Brady spoke up.
"Fucking gross, perverted faggot." Mark yelled as he pulled up his shorts and left.
It was Sean's turn. I could see his hard dick through his shorts. I pulled them down as he approached and his dick sprang up like bouncing ball.
9 inches, easy, I thought. Cut with a nice cut dickhead and slight bend to the left.
He grabbed my ears and pulled my head down.
No words, just sucking, with Brady still watching. I took Sean's dick with relative ease. Every dick I sucked I got better and better. At this rate, I'll be deep throating Jonas by the end of the day. Where the hell was he, anyway? I kinda hoped it would be his morning wood that I would be training on.
After about five minutes of uninterrupted head, Sean began to cum. Pushing his dick deeper with every shot of cum, I was still able to collect enough to perform my ritual. His cum was so thick. I loved it that way. So much texture to thick cum. That was 3 loads in 12 hours.
As Sean pulled up, I noticed two other frat bros with their hands on their junk, apparently waiting for their turn. Sean left the door open and so did Mark when he left in disgust. Not that I had much of a choice but I took them both. Taking each dick deeper than the last. When I finished them, I noticed even more guys standing at the door either in boxers, with a towel around their waist or whatever. The room had turned into a suck room.
"Tyler's giving out blow jobs, everyone! Get in here and shoot your cum in the fag's mouth!" Brady yelled at the top of his lungs.
I was on my knees so long, I was given pillows to keep from breaking them. I was sucking dick after dick all morning. I had no idea how many loads of cum I had swished and swallowed by the time "it" happened."
One of the largest dicks in the frat was in front of me. It was evident through is boxers and confirmed when he pulled them down to his ankles. It was longer than nine inches and fucking thick. This was a challenge. The dick forced it way into my mouth stretching it out like crazy. I thought my lips were going to split.
The guy kept forcing it in and out, in and out, trying to get deeper and deeper each time. I began to gag and wretch. The guy kept going. I felt funny all of a sudden, but the guy kept going. I started to tap him on the thighs and push him off, but he just kept going.
I heard him say he was close. I wanted it. All that I had and I craved more, but my body began to reject it.
As the guy pushed in again, it came up and out. I was vomiting on this guy's dick.
"Oh fuck!" Brady yelled. "Oh fuck that is gross. Look at all that cum! Fucking hell!"
Everyone rolled out, not being able to stand the sight of vomit. Everyone except the guy that I was blowing.
He stepped up and told me he didn't care. He was close and he was going to finish. He told me to clean his dick first. I began to lick his dick, balls and legs cleaning up all of the cum vomit. He then pushed his dick back in my mouth and kept fucking it. He was shooting down my throat in no time.
He turned around and left, leaving me in a pool of cum vomit. I looked at it on the floor. I turned away, then looked at it again.
Another internal battle. I wanted that cum back inside my body where it belongs. But it was already in my body once before. I couldn't. I won't. I did. Not all of it, but a few licks. It still tasted good going down for a second time.
It was almost noon. I had to hurry and get to class.
Tuesday Late Afternoon
I was walking back to my frat house. I still hadn't seen Jonas. Wondering where he was, I walked right by Mr. Davis. Super hot Mr. Davis. For a 39 year old, he kept in great shape.
"Tyler! Tyler!" he shouted after me.
I turned to greet him. "Sorry about that Mr. Davis. There is a lot on my mind."
"I bet. There was a lot on your face last night too." He said.
My stomach dropped again. Something I seemed to be getting used to.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Come one, Tyler." He replied. "I was at the frat party last night. I used to be in the frat. Remember?"
Fuck my life I thought. What the fuck was he doing there? Was that even allowed?
"You saw that, huh?" I said with no reason to lie.
"I did. I started to make a report until I found out from Jonas that you wanted it. Is that true, Tyler? Or was that an evil prank?" He asked.
"I did. Mr. Davis. I wanted it." I said looking down.
"Come with me." Mr. Davis said motioning for me to follow.
We headed back to his study. He shut the door behind me and invited me to sit as he sat on his desk in front of me. I knew what was about to happen. Or so I thought.
"So, Tyler. You are gay?" he asked.
"Yes, Mr. Davis." I replied as I kept looking down.
"I see. So that would explain why you can't take your eyes off of this." He said while rubbing his dick through his khakis.
Damn...the whole time I was looking down, I was staring at his crotch and he knew it.
"Mr. Davis..." I tried to explain, "It's just—"
"Don't lie to me, Tyler. You want my dick or not?"
Deep breath
"Yes, Mr. Davis. I want your dick. More specifically, your cum."
"I'll make you a deal. You can suck mine if you let me suck yours first." He said as he got off the desk and kneeled in front of me.
"Uhh...okay. But I never---"
"Shhh." He said as he put a finger to my lips.
He undid my belt and pants and worked them down. I had never been blown before. All of my experiences and encounters were only one sided. With my brother, my friends in high school and now college. At least until now. Mr. Davis was working my cock with his mouth like crazy. Although it felt great, I could feel that it wasn't going anywhere.
"Is everything okay?" Mr. Davis stopped and asked.
"I think so." I replied.
Mr. Davis went back to work. A while later he stopped again and stood up. "Just as I thought." He said.
"What?" I asked.
He grabbed my face. "Shut up, faggot." He yelled doing a complete 180 from the kind, gentle person I thought he was.
"You're not gay. You're a faggot. You can't get off unless you are being degraded; with a dick in your mouth can you!"
I looked down again. I mean, I was looking at his dick again.
"See?" He said. "You can't stop looking at my crotch." He began to undo his pants. A hairy dick flopped out as he grabbed my head and stuffed it between his legs.
"Get a good smell of it fag!" he said as he rubbed my face all over his dick.
As he rubbed his dick back and forth across my face, it began to get hard. Second time today a guy used my face to get his dick hard.
He pushed me off him and walked over to his desk chair. "Crawl over here and get under my desk, fag." he said.
I took off my backpack and sank to my knees and began crawling towards him. After backing into the space under his desk, Mr. Davis rolled his chair forward. With his pants at his ankles he spread his legs giving me access to his still hard dick.
"Put my dick in your mouth and keep it there. Don't suck it or make any sounds. If I have to piss, then its going down your throat. I have a meeting with a student and unless you want to get caught, you'll keep it quiet.
What the fuck, I thought. I had no idea that Mr. Davis was so fucking kinky like this. Keeping his hard dick in my mouth while he held a meeting with another student.
I tried to keep everything still, but my tongue couldn't help but explore. I tried pushing my tongue into his piss slit. He reached down and swatted my cheek.
"Cut that shit out." Mr. Davis said.
There was a knock at the door. "Come in." Mr. Davis answered.
The door opened and the student came in and sat down.
"Glad you could meet with me, Mr. Davis. I'm really concerned about my comprehension in this class." the student said.
Holy fuck, I thought. That sounds like--
"No problem, Jonas. We have a wide range of resources here to help you with the material. I hate to see a student, and a fellow brother, fail." Mr. Davis said.
Oh fuck. It was Jonas. I couldn't let him find me down here. I had to be super quiet.
They continued talking about the options to help Jonas do better in the class. It wasn't a core class to his major, so I didn't see what the big deal was. Probably had more to do with his GPA and sports.
About 15 minutes into the meeting and Mr. Davis adjusted his dick , now soft, in my mouth. I knew what was coming next. His piss started to flood my mouth. I was swallowing as fast as I could. It wasn't cum or spit, but it was still awesome. It was coming out too fast. It began to leak from my mouth. I guess it was more than I thought because I heard Jonas' chair slide.
"Did something spill under your desk, Mr. Davis? There is liquid running all over the floor." Jonas asked.
"Don't worry about that, Jonas." Mr. Davis replied.
"It smells like piss. Are you pissing your pants!?"
When I heard that, I scoffed trying not to laugh.
Mr. Davis sighed. "No Jonas. I am pissing in a mouth. The fag from the party last night. The one you told me about. He's under my desk right now with my dick in his mouth."
"Tyler!" Jonas yelled. Mr. Davis rolled back as Jonas walked around the desk to see my face.
When he saw me his face turned red. Fuck my life, I thought.
"I have to go professor. We'll talk later." Jonas said while collecting his things and leaving.
I tried to get up and catch Jonas, but Mr. Davis grabbed my arm.
"Where the fuck do you think you are going fag? You're not finished yet. And you can add cleaning my floor to the list." he said.
He pulled me down by the shirt back between his legs. "Suck it." he ordered.
I took his dick back in my mouth and began sucking. Soon enough he was hard again.
"Get up and lie back across the desk." he said.
I got into position. He went to the other side of the desk and locked the door. He turned around with his dick at full mast. He grabbed me under my pits and pulled me toward him until my head was hanging over the edge of the desk. He squeezed my cheeks forcing my mouth open, then shoved his dick in all the way to the balls.
He leaned forward placing both hands on the desk on either side of me and began pushing in and out of my mouth. I had a full view of his thighs and balls doing their dance as Mr. Davis fucked me in the mouth and throat.
"It won't take long for me to cum in your mouth in this position, fag." Mr. Davis said without missing a beat.
I had graduated to taking dick all the way. I was sure that Jonas would be able to fuck my throat anyway he wanted and I couldn't wait to let him. But with the way things were now, I wasn't sure if I'd ever get the chance.
"Yeah, fag. Get ready for it. Here it comes." Mr. Davis groaned.
He pushed in and out faster and faster. Then finally, he pushed in crazy deep and stopped and started shooting a huge fucking load. I started to choke again, but I was able to hold it all in. I guess having my throat in a straight line will do the trick.
I felt Mr. Davis' dick throb for what seemed like forever. He pulled out and began milking his dick towards my still open mouth.
"Lick my dickhole again, fag. Swallow every drop of my cum then get out."
I happily obliged. The little cum that I was able to taste was delicious. I was sure I'd have more.
Tuesday Evening
I took my time going back to the house. I didn't want to run into Jonas. Not just yet. I opened the door and started to head up the stairs. Some of the brothers were in the den watching TV.
"Hey fag!" One of them said. I stopped and looked to see a guy grabbing his junk and shaking it.
"You want some cum!" the guy laughed while the others joined in.
"Yeah, fag, you can swallow my load to if you want. I'll start saving it for you. Then we can watch you drink it all down!"
Okay, they were kidding. Oh well. I'll feed my addiction later...hopefully.
I continued up the stairs to my room. I opened the door to see Jonas, Brady, Mark and Sean standing there.
They turned to me and smiled. All except Jonas. I guess they all know how my afternoon went and how I held a guy's dick in my mouth under his desk and took his piss down my throat.
"About time, piss fag!" Jonas yelled.
I went to throw my backpack on my bed to explain, but it was gone. Actually, all of my stuff was gone.
"Guys, where is all my stuff?" I asked.
Jonas walked over, "You don't sleep in here anymore. You're moving down to the basement."
"What?!" I gasped.
"Yeah fag." Mark said. "We figure you are too good at what you do to kick you out. So you are moving to the basement to take up residency and fulfill your new role as the fraternity suck bitch. Although, now, it may just be fraternity bitch as you do a lot more than just suck dicks.
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