(sorry for the long delay of postings in this series)
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Part 11
Once again the house was empty when I got home from school on Friday. With Ivy's work, college and social life, and my mother and stepfather's constant travel, I usually got left to do things pretty much on my own. I warmed up some pizza and flipped on the afternoon talk shows and logged onto my mac to see if I had any messages. Nothing there. I read a short article about Daniel Radcliffe playing on a live play where he appeared completely in the nude. I wish it wasn't in London! I'd love to see him in the buff! I leaned back on the recliner to watch some Judge Judy and drifted off to sleep.
The phone woke me up, and a glance at the clock let me know I had slept a few hours. I fumbled with the receiver. "Hello?" I grunted.
"Hey Trevor," Ivy chirped, "Wanna come to a frat party? Mike's crew has asked us to come over."
"Sure," I quickly answered, "That sounds great. But why are they inviting me? I'm not really in their circle of friends..."
"Yeah, I wandered about that, too," she said. "Maybe they've got something in mind for you. I wouldn't put it past them. I'll be there in a half hour to pick you up. By the way, you need to clean up the mess you left in the kitchen this morning...."
I jumped in the shower, then put on some baggy khaki shorts. I wasn't sure how to dress, so I dressed with clothes like I saw Mike wear. I even splashed on some of my stepdad's cologne that smelled a lot like leather. I was pulling my shoes on when I heard Ivy call from the back door.
I had never been inside a frat house- I had drove by but never really paid much attention unless there were cute guys playing football in the yard. Ivy must have been here before, because she knew right where to park. We went to a side door and, without knocking, headed straight inside and down some stairs into what looked like a big lounge and game room. Stuffed sofa's and chairs were scattered around, and there was a pool table and some other arcade like games in the corner. There was a scent that smelled like a mixture of furniture polish, male sweat, cologne, dirty underwear and beer. It was about half full, and it was all college age guys except for one other girl, who was one of Ivy's friends.
The guys were already hitting the booze, and several came over and gave Ivy a hug and squeeze. One of the guys looked past her shoulder and whispered, "so this is Mike's boy, huh? Cute kid."
He didn't mean for me to hear, but I felt the heat rise in my face and I knew that I was blushing. He reached a slender hand with long fingers at me to shake my hand. "Hey, I'm Collin. Mike's my roomate. Good to finally meet you." His hand lingered for a moment on mine. "It's cool that you were up for some fun tonight. I didn't know, you know, if you'd come. If anyone gives you any flack, let me know and I'll knock some heads."
I wandered what he meant by 'some fun.'
Someone handed me a beer in a plastic cup, and I wandered over to the pool table to watch two guys as they wrapped up a game, and then start another game. Someone handed me a second cup of beer, and I guzzled it down, and started feeling lightheaded. I must have sat there about a half an hour watching the game and feeling out of place, when a dude who didn't look too much older than me knelt beside me. I figured he was a new kid on the block- probably at the bottom of the pecking order.
"Mike wants me to take you upstairs to his room, he's about ready for you" he whispered. I stumbled to my feet and held onto his arm.
"Can I stop in the bathroom on the way?" I grinned.
"Yeah, let me show you where it is. By the way, I'm Scott." He showed me a bathroom right up the stairs, and waited in the hallway until I came back out.
"So, Trevor," he said, "Are you into girls or guys? I heard you like guys."
I wandered who he had been talking too. "Actually, I guess I like both, if you mean sexually," I said, realizing that my speech was a little slurred. "What about you."
He looked at me, and said, "Definitely girls. I'm no fag. But...I might make an exception. I mean, just one time, to see what it's like."
This dude was making a very clumsy move on me. I thought that I'd play along. "So, do you think I'm cute?"
He turned three shades of red and said, "I guess as far as guys go, you look pretty good. You look young."
"So do you," I answered. "But if you want to know if I'd let you suck my dick, I think the answer is yes. Want to go do it now?"
He looked like he was going to faint. "Uh, maybe later. I gotta think about it. I think Mike and Collin have some plans for you right now. But I'll keep it in mind, if you know what I mean." He led me down a long hall, and pointed to the door. They're in there. I better not go in. I'll try to find you when your done so..." He stopped, not knowing how to finish the sentence, so I finished it for him,
"So you can try some cocksucking." I smiled at his embarassment, and winked at him, then turned to open the door.
I heard deep moaning- male and female, as I stepped into the room. There were two beds- typically guys bedroom, and Ivy and her friend were each on a bed. Ivy's friend was being impaled by Collin, while she squirmed and twisted under his thrusts. Mike appeared from what seemed like nowhere, with a huge grin on his face.
"So Trev, my man, so glad you decided to come!" he gushed.
"Yeah, thanks for inviting me," I said while looking over his shoulder at the writhing couple on the bed.I could almost smell the action. There was a pair of undershorts on the floor.
"So, I guess that Ivy told you what we had in mind," he stated, rather than asked. "I'm glad you were up to it ol boy."
I played along, thinking that Ivy and I needed to have a long talk after this was over. Obviously she knew more about this than she had let on. But how bad could it be?
"Yeah," I said. "I thought it sounded cool. Just let me know how to get started."
"We'll be ready for the first clean-up any minute, from the sound of it," he said with a snort. "Our brother's here don't mind sharing pussy, but they don't want to stick their dick into another dude's cum puddle. They want it fresh and clean- no goo or slime on their pee wees. But the girls don't wanna get up and go take a shower each time, either. So, you sit back and watch until they shoot their load. Then you step up and clean it out of the girls so they are ready for their next guy."
"And what do I do with the spooge, Mike," I asked, both embarassed, but also truthful, feeling a little sleazy already.
"Whatever you want, dude. They don't want it back. Wipe it up, wash it off...eat it, for all I care. You do like to eat it, don't you? I hear it comes in a lot of different flavors," he grinned,"....maybe you'd know something about that. I think you're about to get your first assignment. I've seen Collin jerk off before- he'll leave a pretty big puddle when he gets done."
We turned to hear his staccatto grunts and thrusts. I had never really watched a guy fuck and shoot his load (except for videos) into a chick, and I had a ringside seat. He thrust one final time and then collapsed on top of her, sweat dripping from his back. After a few minutes, he pulled his softening meat out of her. Mike said, loudly enough for everyone to hear,
"Ok, our cleanup kid is her. Get her prepped for the next dude, Trevor," and he pushed me toward the girl, who spread her legs open a little wider and lay back for a much needed breather.
I didn't know for sure what I was to do, but I knelt between her legs and gently fingered her pussy. Collin had left a trail of goo behind when he had pulled out. He was kicked back (still naked) in a recliner in the corner, wiping his face with a towel. I figured he was also watching me, as I cautiously stuck my tongue into her hole, and began lapping up his deposit. She must have pushed or something, because in a few minutes, it seemed to come gushing out. It was- well, it was cum! It tasted a little tart, and there was the smell of fresh sex surrounding my face. I lapped it up in small mouthfuls and was surprised at how much was there. I knew it was getting on my cheeks and nose, too. It was slimy, a little stringy at times and really good. I thought about Collin's nice butt cheeks as he had pumped in and out of this hole.
The girl reached her hand down and rubbed my hair as I finished the 'clean-up'. I picked up a towel and delicately wiped around for any remaining spooge, then I wiped my face off, getting more on my face from the towel than I wiped off. I heard Collin in the background say to Mike,
"I think the kid likes the stuff. I tasted it once after I jerked off, and it wadn't too bad. Still, I don't think I could do that with another dudes load."
Mike answered, "I heard one time that Indian tribes- or maybe it was early Greeks or something, but anyway, they thought if you ate it, it made you smarter."
I thought to myself- after tonight, I should do really well on next week's finals.
"Am I next?" Mike asked, "or do we have someone already waiting? I think I might let someone go in front of me, and I'll just coach from the sidelines."
To be continued.