Joining the Frat

This is a work of FICTION. All characters in the story are 18 or older.

Blake woke up to the sound of Wesley's light snoring. It was real. The whole night had been real and not a dream. Wesley's arm was wrapped around him and holding him tight. His warm breath caressed Blake's neck. The heat radiating off Wesley's body made him feel hot, but he didn't mind because it meant being close to Wesley. He felt something between his legs, and when he pulled the sheet off he saw Wesley's thick veiny cock sticking out between his own thighs, just below his balls.

A million thoughts ran through Blake's head. What if he started gyrating so that Wesley's cock was being pumped between his thighs? What if he stroked Wesley's cock? What if he made Wesley cum without him even waking up? Would that break Wesley's rule?

He didn't get the opportunity to see if he had the balls to go through with it, though, because just as he was reaching for Wesley's cock he woke up. He yawned into Blake's hair and gave his pecs a squeeze, "Good morning, cutie, I'm glad last night wasn't a dream."

"Me too." Blake smiled, turning to face Wesley.

"You look really cute in my shirt." He was leaning over Blake, smiling, when he finally felt his cock. Oh shit!" Wesley laughed. He thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock further between Blake's thighs. "Even subconsciously my cock wants to fuck you."

He kissed Blake's neck and rocked his hips so that his cock was being pumped between Blake's thighs. "How bad do you want this cock to take your virginity?" He breathed into Blake's neck, his lips caressing as much skin as they could.

"So bad." Blake moaned. Without thinking, his body reacted to Wesley's thrusting, and he started to rock his hips on Wesley's cock.. He could feel Wesley's cock get close to his hole... it made his hole tingle in a way he didn't know it could. It was like his ass wanted to devour Wesley as much as his mind did.

"You're unbelievable." Wesley said as he grabbed Blake's hips. Then he slammed himself into Blake, slowly pulled back his cock so that it rubbed against Blake's hole, then slammed his hips into him again. He couldn't believe how amazing it felt to slam into Blake's fat juicy ass.

"Fuck, Wesley, please fuck me."

Wesley pulled his cock out from between Blake's thighs and didn't return it. "Let's get some breakfast." He jumped out of bed without a response.

Blake couldn't believe how sexually frustrated he felt. "What?" That's it?"

Wesley smacked his own cock in his hand, "I told you, you don't get a real taste of this until you're a brother. I did say I'd hold you while you jerk off, and it looks like you might need to."

There was a large wet stain from his precum on Wesley's t-shirt. Blake pulled the shirt off to expose his aching cock. Wesley crawled into bed again and patted the mattress between his thighs. Blake quickly crawled in between the hairy tree trunks, and Wesley wasted no time pulling Blake tight against himself so his cock was pressed firmly against Blake's back. He wrapped his arms around Blake and used his hands to massage Blake's chest. "Go ahead, babe." He said, his tongue teasing Blake's ear lobe.

Blake wrapped his right hand around his cock and started pumping. He wanted to cum so bad, he needed to get rid of this sexual energy. As he rubbed his cock Wesley played with his nipples, his head went back as he cried, "Oh, Wesley! Mmmm, that's so good."

Wesley kissed his neck.

"Ow!" Blake snapped as Wesley sucked on his neck.

"It's a hickey, Blake. I'm marking you as mine."

Blake kept jerking as Wesley sucked on his neck and played with his nipples. His friends had shown off hickeys they got from their girlfriends, but he never thought about how they got there.

The stimulation from his neck and his nipples and his cock was too much.

"I'm so close, Wesley." He moaned.

"Me too." Wesley said.

Wait, what? Was Wesley going to cum with him? Blake jerked faster, Just the thought of Wesley cumming with him made his balls tense. That amazing sensation made its way through his cock and...

"Oh Wesley! Oh, Wesley, ooooohhhh! Mmmmmmm!" He cried as he shot ropes of cum across the bed. He felt like his moans were so loud everyone on campus could hear him. He didn't care, he wanted them to know how Wesley made him feel.

"Mmmmmm, fuck yea Blake." Wesley moaned into his neck. Wesley's orgasm was a deep growl in his ear. While Blake's was an announcement to the world, Wesley's pleasure was only for Blake's ears.

Blake felt Wesley's orgasm on his back. It was wet and warm... and there was lots of it. Rope after rope after rope of cum decorated his back. When he thought Wesley was going to stop cumming, he didn't.

"Fuck," he growled into Blake's ear. "Oh Blake." They breathed heavily in unison, and Wesley finally stopped cumming. "Do you want to taste it, babe?" he asked in a panting whisper.

Blake could only nod. It was the most intense orgasm he'd ever had. He felt Wesley's hand on his back, then it was in front of him with a large amount of cum on his fingers. He had only ever tasted his own cum before, out of curiosity, and he didn't mind it. He took Wesley's large cum coated fingers in his mouth and sucked on them. He was surprised at how good it tasted, way better than his own. He grabbed Wesley's wrist and sucked on his fingers with more intensity. He couldn't bear the thought of wasting this delicious cum.

"Damn, my little cum guzzler, there's more where that came from."

Wesley pulled his fingers out of Blake's mouth then scooped up more cum off his back. They repeated his action, with Blake sucking off every drop, until there wasn't any left.

"Damn, I've never seen anyone want cum as bad as you. Let's go shower up."

"How do you produce that much cum?" Blake asked.

Wesley smiled sheepishly. "Uh... I have hyperspermia." At Blake's confused face, he continued, "I produce ridiculous amounts of cum. Some guys have really sensitive dicks, so sensitive they cum in their pants. I'm fortunate to not be that sensitive. Also..." He bit his lip. "Nah, maybe I shouldn't tell you."

Wesley climbed out of bed and held out his hand. "Tell me!" Blake begged. "Pleeeaaaasse."

"Damn, you're cute. Fine... I don't really have a refractory period. If I wanted to, I could cum again right now."

"So... is it easy for you to cum? Is that why you came without even rubbing your dick?"

Wesley laughed, "Yeah, just touching you, or even thinking about you, gets me real worked up. It can cause me to cum."

Wesley took Blake's hand and led him into the bathroom and started the shower. He stood there, admiring the beautiful freshman that was standing in the doorway of his bathroom. "You're something special."

Blake blushed. When the water was ready Wesley guided him into the shower first. He let Blake get nice and wet before he joined him.

It was snug with two of them in there, especially since Wesley wasn't a small guy, but that made it more fun. Wesley took the bar of Irish Springs soap off the ledge and started with Blake's chest. He admired every detail of his skin, every delicious curve, and took note of every spot that made Blake bite his lip.

"No touching, yet." He said when it was Blake's turn to wash him and his hands started drifting too low.

Though Blake didn't get to touch the beautiful cock with his hands, the shower was too cramped for it not to rub against his body. The thick meat would slick across his body whenever he or Wesley tried to maneuver. Several times Wesley told him to stop, and held him there, making sure he didn't cum again.

He did let Blake wash his ass. It was covered in a light layer of black hair. Blake was very attentive as he massaged each of the plump muscular cheeks. The hair got thicker inside his crack, but Wesley stopped him from going in.

When they were done showering they took turns drying each other. Wesley let Blake dab his cock with a towel, but wasn't allowed to grip it to dry it.

Wesley pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants, his semi-hard cock clearly visible. Then gave Blake a t-shirt that was sitting on the floor. "I figured you might enjoy wearing a shirt that's been used." He winked.

He was right. It smelled like him, his cologne and his natural scent mixed together. Blake pulled it on and was surprised to find that it stopped at his waist when the other one had been so big, then he noticed it had been cut.

"I made it into a crop top," Wesley said when he noticed Blake's confusion. "It shows off my abs, but I guess it's more of a normal shirt for you."

Blake nodded, and waited for Wesley to hand him bottoms, but he didn't. Instead, he headed toward the door. "Do you have any pants or shorts or something that I could wear?" Blake asked. His cock and round virgin ass were in full view.

"No," Wesley said with a grin. "I want you on display. Let's go get something to eat." Again, Wesley held out his hand.

Blake's heart started racing. This was nothing compared to last night, last night's adrenaline had worn off and he was finally relaxing. This was also much more intimate, which was scarier. The guys last night were strangers, not in the frat. The guys in the house were Wesley's closest friends: his brothers. He took Wesley's hand and followed him out the door and down the stairs as he shoved his worries into the back of his mind.

"Morning, Wes." One of the guys said. "Who... wha...." He said, confused at Blake and his half-naked state. His eyes immediately landed on Blake's soft pink cock and balls.

"This is Blake, he's one of our rushes."

"Ooohhhhh." Something must have clicked for the guy, at least Blake could see that on his face. Something more than just another naked rush. "Beta?"

Wesley winked at him. "I sure hope so."

Without question, the guy ran ahead of them. Wesley gripped Blake's left cheek in his hand and gave it a squeeze. Wesley guided him to the next set of stairs, his cock and balls swung wildly around and he found that he liked the feeling. His balls weren't nearly the enlarged golfball size of Wesley's, but they were bigger than most guys. He gave Blake another squeeze as he led him into the kitchen.

No other guys gave Blake a weird look or questioned why his cock was swinging around freely. Blake assumed the guy from the hallway, who he learned was named Tanner, had spread the word. He was Wesley's rush and they weren't to question it.

After breakfast Blake and Wesley hung out with the other guys, talking and playing video games. Even though they all treated him like normal, his mind couldn't get off his exposed cock. He was much too nervous to get hard this time, as his mind was clear, so he was thankful he didn't have to deal with that. Some of the guys' girlfriends came over, and they'd give Blake a sly grin and wink after their boyfriend would whisper in their ear.

When afternoon rolled around Blake had to leave. "As much as I want you to stay, we have to set up for tonight." Wesley said as he gave Blake his pants and phone and shoes. "Dress light tonight."

Blake felt odd as he walked back to his room. He had only been in college for two nights and already his life had changed drastically. He didn't want to return to normal, he wanted to stay in the house with Wesley and the other guys. They were fun and accepted Blake just as he was, half naked and all.

When he got to his dorm room his roommate was there. "Where have you been?" he asked.

"At the Alpha Sigma Beta house." Blake said. "I'm rushing them and I've practically been accepted already."

"So, that was you in the pictures?"

His roommate took out his phone and pulled up a photo. Sure enough, it was Blake, being carried around naked. "Yeah... that's me." He said as his roommate swiped through the photos.

"Damn, man."

And that was the last conversation Blake had with his roommate.

Blake had worked his whole high school career, everything he owned he bought. Now that he was on his own he could buy things his parents didn't approve of, like underwear that wasn't tighty whities. Blake walked the 30 minutes from campus to the adult store because he wanted to buy a pair of underwear that would make it difficult for Wesley to stick to his no sex rule. He already went further than he had intended this morning, maybe he could push things further after tonight's challenge.

Blake didn't know what to choose, though, when he got to the store. There were so many options to choose from and he didn't know Wesley well enough to know what would turn him on the most. He was an athlete, so maybe a jock strap would do it for him? But there was something about a thong that felt sexier, like the purpose of it was to get sex.

So, Blake went with a thong. It was neon pink and was tied at the sides, almost like a women's bikini. He wore the thong under his jeans, and wore Wesley's shirt again, along with his shoes. It was light, which was what Wesley had requested.

He showed up at the house where it sounded like a party had already begun. When he entered he was greeted with cheers.

"Blake!"

It was amazing, the feeling of belonging.

Shortly after that Wesley appeared. "Damn, Wes, are you simping him or are you simping FOR him?" Mason joked. "You heard his name and you came RUNNING!"

Wesley punched his arm, a little too hard for playfulness, then wrapped Blake in his arms and gave him a deep kiss that made all the guys cheer and Blake's head spin. "The other pledges are here, so we can begin." He said.

The guys were brought into the basement, which was not as creepy as a typical college basement. It was unfinished, but had windows and the walls were painted white, so it didn't feel creepy and claustrophobic. The frat's letters were painted on one wall, and in the middle of the room stood a ping pong table with cups set up on either side of it.

"Boys," Wesley said as everyone gathered around. He was grandstanding, and Blake couldn't help but think of how cute he looked while doing it. His head practically touched the ceiling. "Tonight's challenge is a simple one, beer pong. What's hazing without some drinking, right? The rules are simple, the team who makes it all the way is the winner, and that freshman is in the running for future president."

He paused as the freshman looked at each other, confused.

"You sweet little puppies," Wesley said, winking at Blake. "Some day you guys will be the seniors, and that president is decided now, so that you have three years to work closely with the presidents before you to be a great leader for this frat. Our junior president is Chett."

Chett stood forward and waved at the group. Chett had cropped blonde hair, pale skin, thick muscles, a cut jaw, and thick black framed glasses. He was the definition of a hot nerd. He was wearing one of those dry fit shirts that hugged every curve and a pair of basketball shorts that didn't hide he was carrying an impressive cock.

"And Alex is our sophomore president." Wesley announced.

Alex stepped forward and waved to the group. Alex was black, he looked like Jordan Love, the quarterback for the Green Bay Packers. He was shirtless and had tattoos that ran up and down his arms and across his chest. Blake wondered if every guy in this frat was hung like a stallion, because Alex's shorts also left little to the imagination.

"Chett and Alex will not be playing tonight, but will be observing, like the perverts they are." Wesley winked at them as they laughed. "Now, the freshman with the least amount of points will be eliminated, not just from the game, but from rushing. Simple enough." He said. "Oh yeah, one more rule, each team that wins must take off an article of clothing."

Blake's heart sank. He needed to win because he had to prove his dedication to the frat for Wesley, but winning would mean stripping down to his thong. His bright neon pink thong... in front of these frat guys. Being in a bright pink thong was more embarrassing than having no underwear at all. The thong was for Wesley's eyes only, not everyone else's.

"There are 3 layers of stripping: shirt, pants, and shoes. The final two teams will be in their socks and underwear. If you were smart, you wore an undershirt and shorts under your pants." He winked at Blake again.

Fuck, he planned this. He wanted to get Blake as naked as possible in front of the guys again.

"Teams have already been chosen at random, all our best beer pong players are in, so no freshman is at a disadvantage... unless he's a pussy at beer pong. Again, it's your points that matter, not the upperclassmen points."

Mason flipped over a whiteboard where a bracket had been set up.

Blake was with Wesley, which was no surprise. Wesley was also a giant, so throwing a ping pong ball across a table was like putting a spoon in a bowl of cereal. Fuck.

"How light did you dress tonight?" Wesley asked grinning as he sidled up to Blake.

"I feel like I'm going to throw up." Blake said, not lying.

Without warning, Wesley slipped his hands in the back of Blake's pants. "Holy shit." He grinned.

His grin took up half his face, if it was for a better reason Blake would have melted, but Wesley's finger between his unobstructed crack in front of all these guys was not making him melt. Wesley slowly brought his hand up, running his finger along the fabric of the thong inside his crack before pulling it out and smelling it.

"Fuck, Blake. I thought you'd wear your tighty whities, but this is significantly better." He pulled Blake hard against his body and whispered, "I can't wait until we crush everyone so they can see what you've got on. I want everyone to see I own the sexiest person on campus."

Blake couldn't tell if the nerves or hormones were winning. It thrilled him to hear Wesley talk about him like that, to want to show him off. But, this exposure thing, while exciting, was happening a lot. Was there a limit?

"I've never played this before, so we probably won't do well." Blake tried to convince himself. While it was true he had never played, he knew Wesley's experience was different.

"I've never lost, babe. It's a good thing you like being exposed. I can't wait to see what color your thong is."

Wesley and Blake were up first against Kevin and Brad. As president, Wesley went first and sank the ball. Brad picked up the cup and handed it to Kevin, who downed it with ease.

Blake was so preoccupied with his thong that he forgot he had never drank alcohol before. Brad tossed the ball and sank it. Wesley picked up the cup and handed it to Blake, but paused. "Wait, have you had alcohol before?"

Blake shook his head.

"Oh man," Wesley laughed. "This is really gonna be a wild night for you. I guess I'm popping all your cherries. Quiet down everyone!" Wesley demanded of the rowdy crowd. "My man Blake here has never had alcohol before." Some of the guys looked shocked and a bit judgey. "Now, you all better respect him, and cheer for him as he chugs his very first beer.

It would take getting used to the way Wesley's instructions were immediately followed without question. It was almost cult-like, but it never seemed to put the guys in harm's way.

"Blake! Blake! Blake! Blake!" They cheered.

Blake brought the cup to his lips and threw it back. It didn't taste good, but it wasn't that bad.

"Gents, we have popped Blake's alcohol cherry!" Wesley yelled. The guys cheered.

Wesley handed Blake the ball. He took a breath, then tossed it. To his surprise, he got it in a cup.

10 minutes later the game was over, and Blake was feeling his first buzz. It also meant it was time for Wesley and Blake to take off their first piece of clothing. Wesley didn't hesitate to pull his shirt off to the cheers of the guys. None of them were as tall as Wesley, or as strong as Wesley, he was the epitome of masculine energy. All the guys wanted to be him, or fuck him. His body wasn't grossly muscular, it was perfect.