My friend Ricky was the one who got me into Phi Eta Kappa (thatâs PHK, or fuck for those of you who donât speak Greek). Even while I was in high school everybody knew that it was the best fraternity to join at the local college, even though nobody seemed to know why. Oh there were rumors about some kind of wild drunken parties, but the stories werenât nearly as much fun as the reality.
Ricky was a year ahead of me in high school. We became fast buddies while we were both on the basketball team. I sometimes wondered if he hung out with me just because he had a crush on my little sister Kiera. She is really cute, but as far as I know he never made a move on her and I finally gave up wondering. Rickyâs brother got him into PHK, and Ricky got me in. You see, you had to have a sponsor.
After I was sworn to secrecy I found out why it was so popular and why it was so secret. Have you ever heard of CollegeFuckPartyGirls? Itâs that website that shows videos of horny college fraternity brothers nailing sorority sisters, usually in front of a drunken crowd cheering them on. Turns out that this is a very popular internet site, and PHK makes an awful lot of money by selling subscriptions online. For $19.95 a month you can watch drunken college chicks screwing every which way in front of an appreciative crowd. And the money goes to good use â booze, books, booze, pizza, booze and even a fraternity van. Oh yeah, and booze.
Of course, none of the faculty knows anything about it. At least we donât think so. If they did weâre pretty sure that weâd be expelled. But there are a couple of teachers who give some of our girls funny looks, like maybe they know something. Like maybe theyâve visited the site, and theyâre wondering if that student in front of them was really the girl they saw getting banged silly in front of a crowd.
And my parents have no idea. They think that Phi Theta Kappa is just your basic frat house. You know, a place to make friends and have guys to hang out with and take care of you. I canât even imagine what would happen if my mom found out that I was helping make porn movies every week. But they never found out, and I knew that for a fact. If they had, they sure as hell wouldnât have sent Kiera to the same school with an admonition to me to âkeep an eye on her.â
The way it works is this: your freshman year you werenât even allowed into the parties. You were the lowest of the low, and your participation was limited to standing guard at the door while the fuckparty was going on. They kept strict lists of who was allowed in, and you had to check IDs at the door. You put green wristbands on the guys who had permission to see the show - the frat brothers who were high up enough in the heirarchy. Of course, any pretty girl was allowed in at any time â the more pretty girls watching sex the better. But sometimes dudes from other fraternities tried to crash, and the job of the freshman guards was to only let in the ârightâ kids. Oh, and to sell subscriptions to the other students.
Of course in order to sell the website, we had to see the videos. Itâs hard to sell something if you donât know just what youâre selling, right? So we got to look at them all we wanted, and the day after the filming all of the freshman got together for a âscreening roomâ party, and we got to see what weâd missed the night before.
Your sophomore year you were actually allowed in to watch. Man, I canât tell you how much fun it was to stand there drinking a brewski and watching as some lucky brother got to nail one of the sorority sisters. It was a real party, man! Weâd all be horny as hell, watching some fox getting reamed. Towards the end of the year you got to run the camera. That was considered a plum job because the camera was the most important spectator, and you always got the best view if you were the photographer. One time when I was the cameraman a couple of the girls went at it, and I caught every single lick and kiss. I was so turned on that I donât know how I held on to the camera. That turned out to be one of our most popular videos.
The junior year was the best â that was the year that you were finally allowed to be on camera, wildly screwing some sorority sister that youâd probably never even met. We all lived for our turn, watching in person and online as our PHK brothers got the fucking of their lives right there in front of everybody and wishing it was us.
I never knew just exactly where they got the girls. I knew that they were from one of the sororities, Gamma Nu Tau (that one is C-N-T). My junior year the leader of CNT was a fox named Julie. She was an All-American looking girl, with long straight blond hair and a truly dazzling smile. Everybody called her âFluffy,â which was short for âFluffer,â a nickname she got because she was always willing to do whatever it took to keep the action going during a video shoot. Fluffy would help make everybody comfortable, fondle both the guys and girls to help them get in the mood, and sheâd even get naked sometimes. She was one of the girls in the girl-on-girl video I filmed. And she was instrumental in recruiting our video stars.
Near the beginning of my junior year, my name came up to be the stud for that weekâs video. Iâd been waiting for this for two years, and I think that most of that week I walked around in a semi-aroused state. I didnât want to jack off, because you always wanted as much sperm flying around as you could get. So I saved myself up, getting hornier and hornier as that Friday approached. I was so ready that I didnât even wonder who I was going to get to screw on camera. They were always babes, and thatâs all that mattered to me. That and not shooting off too soon.
A couple my friends came and got me and escorted me over to the frat house in the early evening. They were both kidding me about how well I was going to perform. You know, things like, "Youâre gonna be so petrified that you wonât be able to get it up." And "I'm volunteering here and now to take your place!" Stuff like that. The freshman guards at the door checked our IDâs against the eveningâs official list, gave us our green wristbands and let us in.
When I came in the door, the crowd started cheering, âJa-son! Ja-son! Ja-son!â They were all laughing and more than a little drunk. The crush of people reluctantly parted in front of me as I made my way to our âfilmingâ room, actually the family room of the frat house. People patted me on the back and said things like, âFuck her hard for me, man!â and âGo get her!â One girl yelled, âDonât shoot off too soon, stud!â which made everybody laugh. Someone shoved a beer into my hand, and I drained it in one gulp as the eager crowd cheered me on.
As usual the filming room was almost wall-to-wall people. The room was kept kind of dark, so that the area where they filmed the screwing was well lit by comparison. I couldnât see exactly what was going on, but I could tell by how everybody was facing the same way and the lights from the cameras bouncing off the ceiling that the filming had already started without me. This wasnât that uncommon â sometimes the girl would play with herself or do a strip on camera before the guy showed up and the real action started. Since I was the eveningâs stud, the people moved out of the way so that I could get a better look.