Standard disclaimer... contains graphic depiction of gay sex
Chapter 7
They say that commitment is a hard thing to do, that human beings are not meant to settle, but rather to be free and adaptable. They say commitment is like a cage, and that the last thing men want to do is get stuck in it.
Denton- I woke up in someone else's bed, not knowing at first where I was. I looked around and remembered everything that had gone on last night, from that first "What the hell is going on, I can't believe I'm enjoying this" kiss with Glass, to the "unbelievably amazing, never felt this way about a guy, I'm gonna blow for hours" cock riding he gave my cock. I swear, I remember shooting jizz at least four times last night, and if we hadn't passed out in each other's arms like this, I'm sure we'd still be going at it.
Glass must have heard me stir, because I suddenly felt his body move slowly and an exasperated "mmmm" escape his lips.
We lay there looking at each other for a few seconds, not saying anything. I don't know what Glass was thinking, but I was remembering what an amazing world I'd been introduced to in the last 48 hours. I laid thinking about all of the wonderful doors that were opening up for me with the Tribe. Glass' smile looking back at me represented everything I was gaining for a world of opportunity.
"So you feel like leaving the Tribe yet?" he asked quietly.
"For what? I don't think it gets any better than this."
"It will," he said, sitting up and pulling the sheet over his naked body. He sat up straight leaning against the headboard, so I followed suit, looking him. He suddenly got all serious on me, faced straight ahead and said, "There's some things you need to know."
I got very nervous at that point. There were things I needed to know? Why couldn't they have addressed these things with me earlier? I was really confused. I didn't say anything, so Glass just kept on talking.
"Being in the Tribe is a huge commitment. No one ever leaves the Tribe, Denton. You cannot leave the Tribe."
"Why would they want to?"
"Some people just do. As fool proof as we think our selection process is, sometimes guys just want to leave. The Tribe demands a lot, Denton, and some guys can't handle the pressure."
"Why are you telling me this?" I was starting to get nervous, like Glass didn't think I was cut out to be a member or something.
"Don't get mad, Denton. I just need to tell you. If you think for some reason you would ever want to get out of the Tribe, you need to do so right now, because after today, after we get up and get dressed and go downstairs, there is no leaving the Tribe. Ever." He turned his head and looked at me. His were magically intense, like he was almost looking through me. I could read something in his eyes that he was telling me, but I couldn't put my finger on it. All I knew is that I wanted to be a member of the Tribe. Forever.
Charles- My alarm clock woke me up with a start, bright and early at 5 in the morning. I had a lot to do before classes: Morning workout, swim laps, apply for an athlete ID card and find that Coach Bradley for a morning diving lesson.
After getting dressed in my Speedos and mesh over shorts, I gathered my things and headed out the door. As I was leaving, I noticed the sexy grin on Jesse's sleeping face, paused for a second and went out for the day.
Jesse- I woke up to my phone ringing. It took me a second to register where I was and what was going on, but when I did I picked up the phone and answered, "Hello."
"Jesse?"
"Yeah."
"Hey, man, this is Brooklyn," the guy said with a cheerful pep in his voice. I couldn't believe it-he had called me. I had been stressing over whether to call him or not, but he was calling me. Play it cool, I thought.
"Yeah, hey, what's up?"
"Nothing, I was calling to see if you wanted to hang out tonight. I have tickets to this show, and I was wondering if you would like to go."
"Awesome, I'd like that."
"Good. I'll pick you up at 8, and its pretty formal so where something nice." He hung up and I smiled from ear to ear. I would have done summersaults had there not been two beds in the room. I got up and got dressed happier than I ever had in my life.
Zach- I met Jesse in the living room eating breakfast, so I decided to join him.
"What's got you so happy?" I finally asked after some silence. You would think after our talk the day before, we'd be able to be relaxed and cool around each other, but we just weren't getting there yet.
"I just got some good news, that's all."
"About?"
"Nothing," he said getting up to dump his plate in the sink. He was playing that little game where he's short with people so they'll stop asking him questions. Too bad I had a little brother that did the same thing, so I knew how to handle the situation.
"So, who is it this time?"
"What?"
"Who fucked you, or asked you out, or whatever they did to give you America's Goofiest Smile?" I could see the look on his face asking me how I knew, like I'd hit it right on the nose, so I kept going, "Come on. Are you gonna tell me or do I need to guess that too."
"I have a date tonight with a very hot guy."
"Who is not your roommate?"
"No."
"Who is not your boyfriend?"
"No."
"Oh. Well how many guys are you screwing?"
"Enough to get by, but thanks for asking, I'm flattered," he said playfully.
"Trust me man, I would never come on to you. I might catch an STD just thinking about it," I said as he laughed after giving me a deadly glare.
"Whatever, dude. This is college, so I'm gonna live it up and get some wherever I can."
"You do that. But while you're living it up, some of us will be heading to class," I said getting up to head out.
"I'll go with you; we're in the same building."
For the first time, I felt like I had a friend in college. Someone I could talk to, joke around with and walk to class to with. I know it sounds all cheesy and stuff, but I was starting to wonder when it would happen.
Charles- For some reason I was distracted during my morning workout. It wasn't effecting me that much, I just kept thinking about the guy I had met the first day of school, the hot swimmer I had run into and blown in the sauna. I wasn't one to usually dwell on random sex days after it happened, but in the pool and remembering how great it was, I couldn't help but thing about it.
I finally finished my workout and headed to the shower to change, when I passed Coach Bradley's office. I paused, wondering if I should go in, when I heard a sound coming from inside. I peeked into his window and saw the coach's head leaning back, resting on the head of his chair. Below him, and I could barely see this, was a head bobbing up and down off the coaches cock.
I was instantly hard thinking about that hot coach getting head, that I pulled down my swimming shorts, looked around to see for traffic, and started yanking my cock watching the hot guy get his dick blown. I watched for about three minutes before I heard some people coming down the hallway. With nowhere to go and my dick hanging out for the world to see, I decided that my best option was to barge in on the coach and hopefully join in on the fun.
I opened the door and walked in loudly. The coach looked at me with a grin on his face, but the guy sucking his dick was a little embarrassed to say the least. He looked a little older than me, maybe a grad student of an assistant, but he was still extremely hot. His face had a short mustache around his lips, something I'm sure felt great around someone's cock. He wasn't wearing a shirt, so I could see his defined six pack and incredibly wide chest. He had a light sprinkle of hair down his treasure trail, nothing like Coach Bradley's hairy chest. I was so turned on be his deer-in-headlights look that I felt my cock give a jolt.
"Hey, Coach. Looks you're giving another lesson today," I said smugly. The other guy started to get up and find his shirt, probably leaving, so I grabbed his shoulder and said, "Where are you going?"
He stammered something before Coach interrupted him with, "Its alright, Tony, Charles is a friend." He finished his sentence with a devilish smile.
"Yeah," I said, inching towards the sitting coach. "I'm a good friend."
I looked down at him, and I know he knew what I wanted from his hot mouth. He immediately went to town on my cock, taking the whole thing down his throat. I let out a moan as the horny older coach grabbed my ass and started fucking his face with my cock. I helped out with a rocking motion, delivering my dick deeper and deeper down his throat, moaning the entire time.
I turned to notice the other guy just standing there watching us. I could see the boner in his shorts grow ever so hard as he watched the coach suck down my cock. I reached out and pulled him close to me by the back of his neck until his face was an inch away from mine. I smiled lustily before devouring over this hot stud's lips. We kissed so hard and heavy, intensifying, if possible, the pleasure Coach Bradley was giving me from below. It was long before I was fucking Coach's face like crazy, getting ready to cum. I let go of the other guy's face and started screaming to the coach I was about to shoot my load.
"Damn, coach...o shit... aghhhhh... oohhhhh... fuck."
The guy watched me orgasm as I delivered my load over and over down coach's throat. I was so hot this older stud had swallowed my cum. He kept a little mouth, stood up and shared his treat with me. We kissed for what seemed like hours, but was barely a few minutes.
Pulling back, he said, "As fun as this was, guys, I have and actual instruction to take care of, so I'll have finish this with you all later."
"That's alright Coach," I said looking at the other fucking hot stud across from me, "I'm sure we can find some way to pass the time."
The guy smiled and we headed off to the locker room.
Jesse- I met up with Zach for lunch and we talked about a lot of stuff. I was beginning to think he was a really cool guy. We talked about everything from our celebrity crushes (his happened to be J. Timberlake) to our worst dates. In my mind though, I was counting the minutes I would be heading back to the English building where I would get stare at Brooklyn for my afternoon session.
Zach and parted ways after lunch, and I strolled around the English lobby, anxiously waiting for my next class to start. I had been thinking about Brooklyn more and more, probably because it had been a couple of days since we'd done anything, and I was so horny for his hot body, I didn't know if I would be able to contain myself during class.
"How's my favorite fucker?" a voice, deep and sexy, said from behind me suddenly.
I turned around to see him inches from my face with an sexily evil grin on his face, like he knew what I wanted.
"I'm good, and you?" I said, playing it cool.
Reading my mind, he replied with, "Don't try and act all cute and innocent with me. Meet in my bosses office in three minutes... naked."
With that, he turned and ran up the stairs. Without hesitation, I gathered my things and found the elevator. It must have taken forever for that fucking elevator to get down and opened, but when it finally did, I was inside pushing the third floor button.
I was so horny, I could feel my dick hardening without anyone even doing anything to me. The mere thought of Brooklyn touching it, loving it, was enough to get it hard and ready.
The damn thing finally made to the floor where Brooklyn said to meet him, in the same office we had fucked my first day on campus. Thinking back on that day and anticipating what was about to happen was almost enough to bring me to the edge. I wanted Brooklyn's body so much, his cock, his balls, his ass- all of it.
As soon as I entered the office building, I saw a site that would stop traffic. Brooklyn was standing there, naked as the day he was born, hard as hell, stroking his cock with a horny glazed gaze over his face.
"The last class I had with you in it was hell man," he said as I inched closer to him. "I couldn't concentrate on teaching knowing you were in the front row staring at me. I was so horny."
By this time, I was getting closer to his hard, toned body.
"You think it was hard on you," I said, "I was tempted to unleash my dick and start stroking it right there."
"I'm sure I wouldn't have minded." By now, I was inches away from his naked body, hard as a rock by the site of his awesome build. He had a five o'clock that I loved to feel rubbing between my thighs, but the rest of was smooth as a newborn. He leaned in and intensely kissed me for a few minutes, making my toes curl underneath my body, before he pulled back and said, "We can't do this right now."
"Why not?" I asked, nervous that I was gonna have to go through the day like some horny, reckless loser.
"We both have a class in a few minutes. We have to wait till after."
"Damnit," I said pulling my shirt back over my head.
"Don't be mad," he said, kissing me again.
"I'm not, just horny, that's all." He could tell that I was refusing to meet his gaze. I wasn't mad, I just hated being strung along and then let down just when I was getting into the whole ordeal- that's something girls did.
"Just hang around the lecture hall after class... better yet, I'll give you a reason to stay after," he said smiling at me. By this time, he was already dressed for teaching. I was buttoning up my jeans when he reached out and grabbed my hand, saying, "I think you should take off your underwear before you go to class," he said giving me this slutty grin.
"I'll take them off," I said, pausing then adding, "If you take off yours."
He looked at me quizzically at first, but after a moment, unzipped his khaki dress pants and removed his boxers.
Denton- After Glass' early morning warning, we woke up, showered together and dressed, before heading downstairs to find a feast laid over the table. Everything anyone could ever want to eat for breakfast was there: eggs, potatoes, bacon, and sausages. There were a few places taken up, and big-little couples were mostly keeping to themselves, talking and getting to know each other well. Glass lead the way to seat across from what I assumed was a friend of his and his little brother.
"Denton, this is my old roommate Ashton and his little..." Glass said, trailing off because he didn't know the other guys name.
"Mark," the freshman said, extending his arm to both Glass and me. We introduced ourselves and began filling our plates with food.
"So ya'll were roommates?" Mark asked, attempting to spark up a conversation. Glass just nodded along, continuing his assault on his plate.
"Yeah we were," began Ashton. "We didn't get along to well though at first. Glass always wanted to bring girls home."
"And Ash wanted nothing to do with girls," Glass interjected, soliciting a laugh from Mark and me both. Something about his sentence made sense though, after the way Glass and I had spent the night. I looked up and met Mark's eyes. His mouth curled upwards in a shallow grin, acknowledging to me that he and Ashton had done the same thing me and Glass had done last night. I felt a little better knowing I wasn't the only little that had given it up, but then again, I felt a little weird. I started to wonder what kind of club I had signed up for. Was it a sexual organization? Did these upperclassmen take advantage of freshmen? By the time I pushed the thoughts out of my head, I realized I was far behind in the conversation.
"Yeah, the Beta Phi Beta party this weekend is gonna be awesome, once we get there," Ashton was saying with a very heavy Californian accent. His long, shaggy hair, along with his accent his over excessive use of the words 'dude' and 'awesome' lead me to the conclusion that he was a hard core surfer.
"What are we planning?" Mark asked, trying to get in the loop.
"Every year," Ashton began, "the Beta Phi's always try to outdo the other frats and sororities with a huge mixer, and every year it's the same thing: booze, strippers, weed and occasionally a drunken brawl to end the night. Every year, they end up throwing the biggest mess on campus. So a few years ago, the Frat Organization decided to ban the Beta Phi's parties unless they were thrown in conjunction with another frat. Since then, every frat has taken a rotating turn to host the opening mixer along with Beta Phi Beta, and this year is The Brotherhood's year," he ended softly, as if he didn't want the name the Brotherhood to be heard by anyone else on the table.
"What does that have to do with us making the party rock," Mark asked, proving he was just as confused by the story as I was.
"Two things. First off, the last time the Brotherhood frat through the opening mixer with Beta Phi Beta, the Tribe wasn't invited for obvious reasons. We always get the good recruits. We have the cream of the crop and the Brotherhood has hated that since we were chartered at this university. The jealousy and rivalry runs deep within the two frats, because they think that they'll one day take our spot as the best frat on campus. Secondly, this should have been our year to host, but the F.O. gave it to the Brotherhood instead."
"Why is it so important that we hosted this year?" I asked.
"Simple," said Glass. "It's our quad-tradition. Ever since the Beta Phi Beta rule was changed, we have hosted every four years, kind of as a known tradition. No rule or anything, but we always go for and win the bid for every fourth year to host. When the F.O. voted to give our quad to the Brotherhood, they should have known what they were getting into."
I was thrilled by what Glass and Ashton were saying. I had no idea that the frats at this school, or any school for that matter, had such history and animosity. I had no idea there was an organization of Frats that regulated mixers and parties and charter memberships and everything. The whole ordeal was new and intriguing.
"So the F.O. gave our date away to the Brotherhood," Mark asked, still a little confused. "But why would they do that if they knew about the tradition?"
"The newest President and Vice-President of the Frat Organization are both from the Brotherhood. For the first time in history, a frat has controlled both seats," Glass explained.
"If we're so powerful a frat, why aren't we in those seats?" I asked. I noticed Glass' eye twitch at my question, like I had said something inappropriate. He did, however, go on to answer my question. "Because, we got disqualified from the elections last year. We, for the first time, don't hold any seat anywhere in the organization."
"So that means that we are pretty much screwed by the F.O. this year," I said.
"Not necessarily," Ashton said. "Any frat that votes against on anything knows there will be hell to pay when we get back into power."
"So why is the Brotherhood risking that by stealing our date?"
Glass looked me in the eye after that last question with his terrifying gaze and said calmly yet scarily, "Because they have no idea what's coming."
Jesse- I was sitting in class, but I wasn't concentrating on anything Brooklyn was saying in his lecture. I was in the very front row, focusing on the bulge that was clearly outlined by his thin pants. Every time he moved, I could see his smooth, soft cock shift in his pants. I must have been staring hard, because the girl sitting next to me noticed and started laughing.
Towards the end of the lecture, when I had finally regained some composure and had started taking notes, I heard my name called out from Brooklyn's desk.
"Yeah?"
"Mr. Marcel?"
"Yes, sir," I replied, trying not to laugh at how professional the both of us were being.
"I need to see you after class," he said. I blushed. There were a few whispers and a low droning "oohhhh..." that circled the lecture hall, but by the time the class was over, Brooklyn's attack was old news. He had announced that he needed me to correct a paper that I had turned in on the first day, and that this was the only time he would ever let a student do that to an incomplete paper. Pretty original of the guy, I must admit.
I sat in my seat, watching everyone else file out, stealing glances at Brooklyn as he shook people's hands and answered questions at the door. The last of the crowd finally left, and with the fastest speed I had ever seen in a human being, Brooklyn had the door locked, shade drawn and was sitting on his desk chair motioning me over.
He reclined back with a wicked smile on his face, massaging the growing bulge in his pants. I could clearly make out a wet spot from where his precum was forming, and without hesitation, I was on my knees licking at that very spot. He moaned above me, and after unbuttoning his shirt to reveal that sexy, hairy-hard chest that I loved, he was massaging the back of my head as I gave his cock the service it needed.
The monster was huge and hard when I unleashed it from his pants, and before I knew it, he was pushing my head down hard on his cock. I was deep-throating that prick like crazy, licking the shaft and his balls every once in a while, making him moan and grown above me. He loved the feel of my tongue swirl around the head of his cock while the rest of his dick was down my throat. I could feel his nuts tense up under me, so I edged off his cock, giving both of us time to recover.
I stood up, undid my pants and shirt right in front of him, in a kind of slow striptease, while he drooled and rubbed his chest. When I was completely naked, I stood in front of him, feeding him my cock. He knew exactly what to do, sitting there taking every inch of me down.
"Oh... god, Brooklyn. That's so amazing. Suck my cock man, oh yeah... fuck yeah..." I moaned incoherently as he sucked my dick.
He was going down on my cock, faster and faster, when I felt his finger begin to make its away through my whole. He was fingering my ass, preparing it for a bigger, thicker cock, massaging my whole to new heights. I had never felt such pleasure as I did as he sucked on my cock and fingered my ass the same time, sending waves of pleasure throughout my entire body. As soon as he felt my balls tense up, he backed off my cock and smiled up at me.
"Do you wanna go for a ride?" he asks devilishly, lowering my ass firmly onto his dick. The pleasure of his cock entering my ass as I sat down it was amazing. I wanted him to fuck me so bad. He replaced his finger with his cock, filling me up with his thick, long meat. I sat there facing him for a second, adjusting the new feeling in my ass. I couldn't talk, because anything I would have said would have come out in a jumbled mess of moans. Our faces were inches apart and as soon as I smiled at him, he began thrusting upwards into my ass.
"Oh yeah," he said, beginning to work up a sweat. "You're ass is so tight Jesse... I could fuck this hole all day. O fucking yeah." He was moaning and kissing me all over, stopping every once in a while to convince me I had the best ass he'd ever fucked. Our bodies were rubbing together, and I could feel the heat building between our abdomens. His neck and face turned bright red from the workout and his breathing began to shallow.
"Don't stop, Brooklyn... o fuck, I love your cock. Fuck me babe..."
He began to slow his thrusting down. He grabbed my round ass and began pumping my entire body up and down on his cock. I began moving up and down on his dick, riding his cock like there was no tomorrow. He had my nipple in his mouth and was sucking hard on it while I went up and down on his thick piece. I grabbed his head and used it for leverage as I quickly rode his cock.
"Ride my dick, buddy, o yeah... fuck man... ride my cock..." he said, encouraging me. I felt his entire body tense up, so I rose all the way off his cock and sat down hard, all the way. I sat there feeling his load shoot way up my ass, reaching places I've never felt. As his load was emptied into my ass, I shot my cum all over his chest and stomach between us. I rubbed my cum deep into his chest, feeling his hard pecs under my touch. We sat there spent for a few minutes, with his soft cock still in my ass, kissing each other and rubbing the cum between us.
Zach- My day was normal as ever. I went to class, took notes, ate at the café and came home to study at 5 o'clock. I tried to keep my mind off my date with Chris tonight. I didn't know what to expect, all he had said was it was a kind of party and that I should dress nice because the competition would be stiff. I spent most of the day trying not to dwell on what my first college party would be like. I expected to find Jesse home getting ready for his date with Brooklyn, his TA, but instead, I walked into my room to see Charles packing.
"Hey, dude," I said, a little surprised. "I was beginning to think you didn't live here anymore."
"I actually, technically don't," he said dryly. He was stuffing about a weeks worth of clothes into a travel bag.
"I don't comprehend," I said, trying not to let on the extent of my confusion.
He turned to face me and said quickly, "I don't live here anymore. I'm moving the frat house," he said, turning back to his clothes and his suitcase.
"Is this about the invite you got at the orientation?"
"Precisely," he said shortly.
"Oh," I said, a little stunned by the revelation. I mean, what kind of roommate moves out after two days of living at the dorm? Whatever, I thought. And went to my closet to look for something to where tonight.
"So guess that's it then, I'll be back to pick up the bulk of my stuff later," he said, I assumed heading for the door. Not facing him, I simply replied, "See yah." As he left the room, the apartment, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy creep down my spine.
Yes, they say that commitment is one of the hardest things to do. They say that the last thing men want to do, is be stuck in a cage of commitment.
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