Tony and Rick are caught in the act after a long night of passionate sex, and their frat brothers want in on the action. To make matters worse, their egotistical leader has an old grudge with Tony, and now he has an eye on Rick...
Warning: This 4700 word short story is intended for adults only. Contains hot frat boy group action (mmmmmmm), oral, anal, and a hazing you're sure to remember.
“Joe, you are tripping,” Said Van, sounding displeased, his dark brow pushed low over his brown eyes. “This was supposed to be a fun hazing.” He looked at Tony, giving him an apologetic smile while passing his hand over his short, dense black hair. “We’ll take care of you, brother.”
Van was the party man, and looked the part; untucked purple dress-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, ironed black slacks that hung over shiny, black loafers. He dressed for hunting and set his sights on steamy one-nighters.
He also knew when and where to find the best parties to crash, spending many nights leading the frat brothers from social gatherings to wedding parties. Tony had great affection for the man. Where Joe had problems with narcissism, Van was easy to talk to and ever the gracious host.
Van lifted a hand in greeting at Judd, and The Ogre nodded back. Tony felt silly, laying there on his back, with his hard-on reaching for his stomach.
“Definitely. We’ve got your back,” said Russ, entering the room. His sandy blonde hair covered his lazy eyelids and his skin tone spoke of many hours at the beach. His clothes matched the look: surfing shorts and a light Hawaiian t-shirt. “It’s funny they thought they were all alone but we were all watching.”
Russ giggled at Van then walked over to the bed and sat. “That was pretty hot, man,” he whispered in Rick’s ear, casually putting his tan arm around his neck. Rick’s face flushed but he smiled bashfully.
Joe kicked his clothes aside as he squirted lube on the palm of his hand. “I never said we wouldn’t, Van,” he said with annoyance, focusing on spreading the thick liquid over his long and slender cock. His member was toned a warm golden brown with the head slightly darker than the shaft.
Van unbuttoned his dress-shirt exposing his delicious chocolate skin over a streamlined chest. He was a runner and Tony wondered how his endurance measured up in bed. As Van pulled his pants down, Tony felt tension in his cock, like a guitar string waiting to be plucked. I’ve always wanted to taste his sweet dick. Its tone was darker than Joe’s and thicker in girth, but perfectly proportionate and enticing.
Judd growled out a laugh, but he smiled as he looked down at Tony from his dominating position. The Ogre was excited and Tony saw Judd’s enormous cock, pressing against the thin fabric at his crotch. Its size scared Tony but it also sparked his curiosity. From the floor he could almost see up Judd’s loose shorts.
Joe roughly pulled Tony’s legs up and spread them apart. As Joe got into position, his dick flopped on Tony’s balls. Joe just stared at him with that stupidly alluring grin.
It raked his skin that Joe would take him. It wasn’t the sex that bothered him, but rather the idea of Joe dominating him. Their brief history had ended badly, leaving Tony resentful. He tried to swallow his pride but it was a bitter pill to take.