Pledges: Gay Erotic Stories (10 page)

Four years of high school flew by, as did four years of college. Over the eight years, I ran into Patrick when I was home. He was happy to see me every time. I felt he wanted more from me, but he was not able to ask and my time was limited. I longed to spend more time with him, but something always stepped in our way.

In my college years, I joined a frat at the U of M, Sigma Mu Delta. I graduated, and then, during the fall of my first year of grad school, I was crossing the quad one day when a familiar face raced toward me. It took me a while to realize it was Patrick. Skinny, pink-assed Patrick was now a linebacker. Over the last few years, he had matured into a man, and sports had filled out his body. Buzz-cut blond hair, wide shoulders and a tight narrow waist. An amazing ass and long muscular legs. “Hey, Ian, I pledged your frat house,” Patrick said. His eyes shone with excitement as he bounced up and down. He still had all of his energy, but now in a man’s body.

“I think you would be perfect as a little brother,” I said, as he towered over me by a few inches.
“I know, that’s why I wrote that on my PA.”
I felt my stomach flip over. That’s all Patrick needed, to have Nick Hanson, frat president, know that he knew me. His initiation and hazing would be so much worse if Nick knew that, and even worse if he knew how much I liked him.
Nick and I had opposite views on everything. The problem was he was the frat’s president and I was an officer. He held all the power, and I was just a brother.
Patrick saw my expression. “Was that bad?”
I took a deep breath and slowly shook my head. “Nick and I don’t see eye to eye, and I’d hate for his dislike for me to be taken out on you.”
Patrick smiled. “I just gave him my papers, and I doubt he’s had time to read them. He said he had a meeting and a party tonight.”
“How does that help you?”
“I’ll sneak into his room, get them back and cross out your name—”
I stopped him before he went any farther. “His room is always under lock and key.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get in, and I won’t get caught.” Patrick turned away and ran across campus, his tight end pumping like a steam engine.
“I hope you don’t,” I called after him, but Patrick’s luck wasn’t running very hot.

It was after one o’clock in the morning when Patrick’s plan went horribly wrong. He followed through with his idea to retrieve his pledge’s application that he’d given to Nick. He successfully climbed into his room through the window, but he wasn’t so lucky when he tried to crawl out of the president’s bedroom. The window slipped down, trapping him as he left.

Nick came home from the party and found the perfect ass framed in his window. “Brothers, come and see what I found in my room,” he shouted, calling the entire house down.

I was one of the first brothers to enter, so I was up close and personal with the action.
“What have we here?” Nick said, as he slapped Patrick’s ass.
Patrick’s butt tensed, as he gave a high-pitched squeak.
Nick thought his punishment was working, but I knew what that sound meant: Patrick was getting excited.
“So who could be stuck in my window? The tooth fairy? The sandman?” He smiled when he looked at me. He knew who was there, as much as all the other brothers, but he enjoyed the power, the control. He stepped over to Patrick’s butt and reached underneath him and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Nick looked into my eyes as he pulled the jeans down and revealed Patrick’s underwear-clad butt.
I knew then that he knew that I was friends with this young man.
He caressed the tight bum and traced down his crack through the white cotton. He pushed in and explored the crease.
“So who is this bad boy?” Nick slapped his ass again and watched me cringe. He knew how much this was bothering me, but he did it all the same. “Maybe a taste of leather would help.” Nick removed Patrick’s belt and doubled it over to make a loop. He snapped it twice and laughed as Patrick jumped.
I could see his back extending, craving the slap of the belt on his ass.
“Would bare flesh be better for the belt?” Nick pulled Patrick’s underwear down and exposed his smooth tight ass. “Look how white and smooth this is.” I’m sure this is a pledge’s butt. A pledge’s virgin ass. Maybe I should break it in; get it ready to be a true brother.”
“Come on, Nick,” I started.
“Yes, that ass would be great to cum on.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
Nick caressed Patrick’s butt. “This is amazing, tight and muscled. Lube this bad boy, and we all can have fun tonight.” Nick opened a bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube and a huge butt plug. “Let’s see.” He lubed the black plug and poured more over Patrick’s crease. He spread his cheeks and showed us the sweet tight pink pucker.
I could see his hole twitch as the lube ran over it.
Nick ran a finger over his opening and circled it. His middle finger replaced it, exploring the center. He pressed into Patrick.
Patrick’s butt tensed as Nick’s finger sank in deeper.
I stepped closer.
Mick held up his other hand. “Are you going to help? You could hold him as the fun begins.” He slapped one cheek with his free hand.
I flinched. “Hazings are illegal,” I reminded him, as a faint handprint appeared on Patrick’s pale butt.
An evil smiled curled over Nick’s lips. “You’ve had fun with all of the other hazings so far, why is this one so different? Do you have the hots for him?”
My face started to burn as my cock started to swell.
“I’m sure you know him.” Nick shoved his finger in deeper and slapped the underclassman’s ass again.
Patrick groaned.
“Did you like that? Do you have a kink for pain?” Nick slapped him again. A second, redder handprint rose on his cheek. He looked between Patrick’s legs and saw the raging hard-on. “What do we have here?” He stroked the fat head and felt a wetness at the tip. “He’s oozing; he’s excited; he’s enjoying it.”
SLAP.
SLAP.
Nick picked up the butt plug and slid it along the crack. “Open wide.” He found Patrick’s hole and pressed. Meanly, he twisted the black rubber and pushed.
Patrick’s body jerked. An awful sound came from the other side of the window.
Nick didn’t stop until the plug was all the way in, all ten inches. He slapped the butt plug’s base with his hand, sending shock waves deep into Patrick.
“That’s enough,” I said.
“It’s enough when I say it’s enough.” Nick walked to the wall and removed the pledge paddle. “We’ll start his training today.” He stepped to the side of the window and took a few practice swings. The wind from his swinging ruffled the curtains.
“Should I call campus security and tell them I have caught an intruder?” Before anyone could say anything, he brought the wood to Patrick’s flesh.
SLAP.
SLAP.
SLAP.
Patrick was silent at first, but after the fifth swat, he moaned; the sound was deep, guttural and primal.
Nick swung again and again.
Patrick was going wild with the assault.
I stepped forward, as Nick avoided me, refusing to stop. He brought the paddle down at an angle, and after the impact, a streak of blood splashed across that perfect ass.
At that point, I stepped between Nick and Patrick. “Stop.” I held my hand up and took the paddle from him. “You’re done.” I pulled the latch on the window and shoved up the sash.
Patrick fell back into the room on the floor, tripping over his pants. His huge penis bobbed as he landed hard on his red, bruised, bleeding bottom.
I moved to block the view of his naked body.
He pulled on his pants and tried to pull them back up. His underwear came up, but his erection refused to be shoved inside.
I reached down, offering my hand, assisting him up. He got his feet on the ground, and I pulled one side of his pants up.
He cringed as I helped, but he was covered and clutching his hands to keep his pants closed.
“Come with me.” I grabbed Patrick’s arm and pulled him out of the room.
As we passed, Nick ripped the application out of Patrick’s hand. “I read it before I left for the night. Your attempt was all in vain, but your ass…scored a lot of bonus points.” His laugh followed us down the hall.
I guided him to my room and locked the door. “What were you thinking?”
Patrick smiled. “You know, that was fun.” He landed on my bed and cringed as he landed.
“Did you have too much fun?” I asked.
“No, Nick’s butt plug is still in and I’m bleeding.”
“What?”
“You rescued me too soon.”
I walked over to the bed and towered over him. “Too soon? Your ass was violated, he drew blood with the paddle and…”
“I have a raging hard-on that’s killing me.” Patrick let go of his undone pants and slipped them down his legs. He kicked off his shoes and lay back on my bed. His underwear bulged and a wet spot grew in the cotton in the front and there was a bloody spot in the back.
“It’s after two, I’m beat. I need to get to bed.” I tried to avoid looking at the hot linebacker in my bed. “But we should take care of your wound, first.”
“I’m not stopping you.” Patrick took his shirt off and tossed it on the floor with the rest of his clothes.
I guessed he was staying the night. I pulled my polo shirt over my head and kicked my shoes off. Turning back to the bed, I unzipped and stepped out of my jeans. My briefs clung to my ass, and I pulled the damp fabric away from my skin.
“You’ve got a lot more hair on your body. I’m glad you don’t shave.” He looked up and down my body.
“Why’s that?”
“You’ll keep me warm tonight.” Patrick patted the bed. “Hurry.” He pulled the blanket and sheet up.
I walked to the other side of the bed. “Shouldn’t we bandage your butt? And I sleep better on this side.” I pulled the covers back to open up my side.
Patrick rolled over, hiked his butt up, and pushed down his underwear. His magnificent ass appeared.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I should have been looking for the peroxide and bandages, but his ass hypnotized me. How many times had I seen his bare backside in the past? But today, he was a man, all man.
A small trickle of blood still welled up on his wound, though the flow had slowed. “How bad is it?” Patrick looked over his shoulder, as the blood started to run over a cheek.
I grabbed my T-shirt and caught the blood before it stained my sheets. Applying pressure to his cheek, I felt the steady throb of his pulse. His balls rolled between his legs, as the black butt plug jumped in his ass. A finger pressed on the rubber toy. “Are you going to leave that thing in all night?” I grabbed the plug and twisted it.
Patrick arched his back and moaned.
I pushed it in and pulled it out slightly.
His whole body convulsed as if he was having a seizure.
I pushed in deeper and pulled out faster and faster, twisting it as I went.
“I’m going to cum, if you don’t stop.”
I pushed it in deep and slowly pulled it out, then dropped it on the floor. “Let’s get your butt bandaged and get to sleep.” My room had a private bathroom and I found what I needed to clean and dress his injury. Finished, I patted it. “Done.”
“Are you going to kiss it and make it better?”
My impulse was to slap him, but his bottom was still red and looked sore. Instead, I turned off the light and crawled into bed.
He rolled onto his side and pushed against me.
I slipped in behind him, spooning his naked body. My hairy legs wrapped around his ankles.
Patrick teased my body, rubbing against my aroused flesh.
Wrapping my arm around his body, I put my hand on his ripped abs and solid frame, hoping that would calm him down. My erection nestled between his cheeks.
He flexed his butt muscles and trapped my hard-on.
I rocked back and forth; the excitement started the flow of my precum. The extra moisture added to the ease and rate of stimulation.
“What are you doing back there?” Patrick turned as much as he could, smiling at his antics.
I slapped his offending butt.
He pushed against me. “Please do it.” He handed me a condom and a small bottle of lube. “I’ve wanted this for such a long time. Please. I want you to be my first.” His butt released me.
“Do you know what you are asking me to do?”
“I’ve dreamed about this for a long time. I’ve jacked off many nights to this fantasy, please make it real.”
I quickly slipped the rubber on and lubed us up. My hips moved forward and I found his opening, warm and welcoming. My finger greased up his hole as I plunged it in and out. His muscle relaxed as it worked deeper and deeper. I removed my finger and guided the fat tip of my cock in. Inch by inch I entered him.
He breathed deeply and relaxed. His low moan of pleasure increased my speed as I surged forward, deeper.
As my thick bush hit his ass, I reached around and found his waiting erection. The wet tip oozed over my hand, and I almost shot into him. Tensing every muscle in my body, I stopped the eruption, but my hand continued to work his thick length.
His hairy balls rolled as I stroked him. How sweet his ass felt on my swollen cock. It sucked and massaged every inch, milking me for more juices. The pressure in my balls grew. I jacked his cock and plunged into him.
“I love you,” slipped out of his mouth, and I lost control. An eruption exploded out of me and filled the condom. Wave after wave of cream filled his ass as he rode me. His hungry butt demanded more, more and more.
His cock thrust into my hand as his full, heavy balls swung back and forth.
My cock expelled everything I had and the sensation tingled every nerve fiber. My toes curled, my skin bristled and my cock couldn’t take any more abuse.
I tried to pull out of his ass, but he clamped down on me. The climax repeated and I screamed with the more intense orgasm. Sweat poured over my body as cum flowed out of me.
Patrick knew I couldn’t take any more, so he slowly released my cock as I rolled into a fetal position, my senses overloaded.
I covered my cock, protecting it from any more stimulation.
He ripped the condom off and poured my load over his hardon. He positioned himself over my head and started to stroke his dick, my cum flowing between his fingers and dripping on my face.
“Spank me,” he demanded.
I weakly swiped at his butt.
“Thank you, Sir, may I have another?”
Slap.
“Harder.”
Slap.
“Harder.”
SLAP.
I used my other hand.
“Again.”
Whap.
“Another.”
SLAP.
I alternated hands slapping his butt. He groaned and worked his eight inches. His furry balls brushed my lips.
I stuck out my tongue and tasted my seed and his sweat. The mixture flowed down my throat. I caught a hairy ball, sucked it into my mouth and rolled the fleshy orb between my teeth.
Hot drops of my semen sprinkled over my face. I closed my eyes and sucked, as I spanked his muscular butt. I slipped a finger into his dripping hole as I swatted his cheek with my other. “Harder, harder,” he begged.
I drilled deep into his ass. My finger found his core, circled it, poked it and pounded it.
Patrick arched his back; he stroked his dick one more time and slipped it into my open mouth. My lips sealed around his girth.
His balls released, draining his nuts with a wave of salty, sweet cream. The thick load burned as it flowed down my throat. His cock pulsated with each orgasm.
I swallowed as he thrust into me. I gagged only once as he drove into me too far; a spray of cum exploded out of my mouth and flowed down my neck.
He thrust into me again, emptying his balls. His legs released, his pelvis landed on my face.
Hot spunk covered us, as Patrick slid down my body and into my arms. We wrapped our arms around each other and sank into the bed. Patrick brought his mouth to mine and kissed me deeply, mixing our fluids between us. His still hard cock, brushed against mine.
His body heat flowed into me, relaxing mine. Our bodies fit together perfectly. My hand slipped down his back and cupped his amazing ass. I patted him gently as we drifted off to sleep.
As his eyes shut, he exhaled. “Thank you, Sir, may I have another?”