It’s my birthday, and I’m giddy with anticipation as you pick me up from work around 9 on a Saturday night. You’ve been promising me a surprise that I’ll never forget, but beyond that I know nothing of what you have planned.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“To a party,” you answer cryptically, and you drive us toward the big university that dominates the town. I’m puzzled, because you’ve never shown much interest in the school before. We drive until we reach a fairly secluded part of the campus, the end of a cul-de-sac not far from the row where all of the big fraternity houses are located. But this one is fairly obscure, and I’m not familiar with it as we pull into the small parking lot next to the house, which is quite full of a variety of automobiles. Sigma Upsilon Chi. OK, we’re going to a frat party.
“A frat party?” I ask incredulously. "I mean, for Christ's sake, honey, we're old enough to be these kids' parents."
“Ah, but this isn’t just any frat party. As you will soon see,” you purr. My cock hardens as it always does when you talk in that tone of voice. Something's up, because when you talk to me like that, it means I'm in for a treat.
We get out and I notice your dress for the first time. You’d had a light sweater on before, but you’ve taken that off and you’re left with a fairly skimpy one-piece dress, which ends just above your knees, with a floral pattern. It has a plunging neckline and ties at the side. It’s clingy enough that I can tell you aren’t wearing a bra. The jiggle in the wiggle tells the tale.
Suddenly, before we reach the front door of the house, you pull me to you and kiss me deeply. There is a strange fire in your eyes as we gaze at each other. I run my hands over your hips and fail to detect the presence of panties. You smile devilishly as I squeeze your buns.
“Do you trust me?” you ask breathlessly when we break apart. “Do you love me?”
“Of course, I do,” I respond.
“I mean, do you REALLY trust me,” you continue. “Are you willing to let me lead you wherever I want you to go, knowing I would never hurt you. Are you ready to do that for me?”
“Sure,” I say, a little uneasy. “You know I’m yours to do with as you please.”
“Good,” you say. “Keep that thought in mind.”
We walk into the house, and it’s comfortable, almost like a home rather than a fraternity house. We are welcomed in by a very handsome young man, who escorts us in. The keg is down in a common meeting area and there is a nice crowd of some 25-30 young men, milling around talking and chatting, rather subdued for a frat party, I think, but they are friendly and greet us warmly. We get a beer and as we do, you hand me something. It’s a pill, a blue, diamond-shaped pill.
“What’s this,” I ask.
“Viagra,” you say with a grin. “It’ll make you harder than you’ve ever been, make you stay that way, and make you able to get it right back up. I took it from my husband. Don’t think he’ll miss it, the dear.”
I swallow the pill and we mingle, meeting some of the brothers. I’m just beginning to notice that there do not appear to be any other guests when we hear a voice.
“Patricia, over here,” a man says from across the room. It comes from a distinguished-looking man about our age, late 40s. He looks like a lifelong academic, but there is something in the way he looks at me that is disarming. Me, not you. Oh, he greets you like an old friend, which in fact, you are.
“Jerry, this is Nelson. We went to high school together,” you say. We shake, and is it my imagination that his grip lingers just a bit? We chat for a bit, and I learn that he is the housefather for this frat, an assistant dean of students. He gives me the standard spiel about his “boys” as he calls them, how they are such achievers. We get the tour of the house and I notice that occasionally he will let his hand linger on my back. I notice, too, what seem to be conspiratorial glances between the two of you.
We go back to the party and have a couple of beers, and, again, I notice that there don’t appear to be any other guests, and, now the crowd of young men is beginning to close in on us a little bit. Your friend comes back, whispers something in your ear, and you nod.
Suddenly, I am surrounded by a crowd of men who pick me up bodily and carry me off to another part of the house, a part I haven’t seen yet. At first, I struggle, until you come up to me and pull my face to yours. You kiss me, hard.
“DO YOU TRUST ME?” you say in a loud voice. With just a tremor of fear, I nod and say yes. And I am placed down on the floor in a spacious bedroom. There are chairs and a couple of sofas all around. But the bed dominates the room. It sits in the center of the room, with spotlighting beaming right on the bed, leaving the rest of the room in relative shadow. And I notice immediately that the room is now full of young men, many of them naked, most of them sporting stiffening cocks.
“Good,” you say as you come right up close to me. “Tell me, tell all of us. When we first met, what did you tell me was your, darkest, dirtiest fantasy?” It’s then that I know what you’ve gotten me for my birthday, and I start to swell in my groin.
“It’s to be taken by a group of men and…” I say in a dry whisper.
“And what?” you say.
“And get gangbanged,” I say.
“Well, I want to see if you’re willing to actually go through with one, or if you’re just all talk, like most men,” you say in a loud whisper, you face close to mine. I look deeply in your eyes, and I see – see reflected back – utter love and devotion.
Looking straight at you, only you, I whisper, “yessssss. I want it. I don’t know how you did it, but I want it.”
“Happy birthday, baby,” you say, then you kiss me again, hard but briskly. Then you break the seal of our lips and step back.
“OK, I’ll turn it over to Nelson. Nelson, you have the floor.” Nelson walks up to me, dressed in a long robe. Everyone in the room seems to hang on his every movement. He has a very commanding presence. He walks up to me, pulls my face to his and kisses me without any warning or ceremony. Instinctively, I kiss him back, and it becomes one of those soul kisses, with lots of tongue. I am not a complete stranger to gay sex, having had a couple of encounters with other men, and I find Nelson to be a very good kisser, with firm lips, a strong mouth and an active tongue.
Then, he breaks off and begins to tell me about Sigma Upsilon Chi, SUX, if you will. It seems that when Nelson first took on the job as housefather 20 years ago, it was animal house. They were on their last level of probation and facing expulsion from campus. Nelson had gradually, methodically molded the group to his will, his tastes, even as he built it into an academic powerhouse.