Pledges: Gay Erotic Stories (18 page)

I arrived early at the library. I’m always early to everything: work, class, games, funerals. I used to sit on one of the benches outside and stare at the shirtless athletic collegiate candy playing Frisbee football, but since Kwame, I don’t even bat a lash at other men. I want to be with him all the time, wishing I was his boyfriend, fantasies of Kwame and me making love running wild in my head like a stampede of studs. My dick stretches in my shorts at the thought of him naked, his dick brandished like a sword. I wanted to take off to the bathroom to rub out a quickie when I saw Kwame in all his double-chocolate-skin beauty saunter up the stone steps that led to the five-story book museum. He had changed his clothes. He wore a pair of baggy, peanut-butter-tan shorts with a black tank top.
Damn, look at those arms.
I started fanning myself with one of my binder folders. He was so gorgeous. I could see why his gf didn’t want to let him go.

I tapped on the window to get his attention. Kwame smiled and shot up a hand. He’s got some pretty white teeth. His hair was cut short and faded off the sides. We went the week before to get haircuts.

“Did you just get here?” Kwame asked, huffing hard like he was out of breath.
“A few minutes before you got here. Did you just get out of class?”
“I just came from the Alpha Tau house. I had to grab some stuff I forgot to bring for my paper.”
“Damn, what did you do, run?”
“Well, I figured you were waiting, so…”
“You want to get a study room upstairs?” I asked.
“Yeah, but I need something to snack on. I didn’t have lunch.”
“You smell like beer,” I said.
“Me and the other pledges had a few.”
I didn’t want to nag him about it. I figured Bree did plenty of that anyway.
“You better get some food in you then before we head up.”
We walked into the lobby of the library. Kwame stood behind a couple waiting in line to buy something from the café. I could look at him and tell he was struggling to stay upright.
“Here, go sit down over there, and I’ll get you something to snack on. What do you want?”
“A bear claw and an ice coffee.”
“Uh-uh. You need something better than that on your stomach, man.”
“Hi,” the perky, blonde girl said. “What can I get you?”
“Let me get a chicken-salad sandwich and bottled water. Is the chicken salad fresh?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Okay. Let me get an ice coffee too.”
Kwame sat still in one of the lobby chairs as I gathered his food and our drinks.
“Let’s go,” I said, looking at him pathetically. We took the elevator all the way up to the fifth floor. There were about five study rooms that ran across the rear of the floor, all of them vacant, so we had our pick. It was so quiet I could damn-near hear my blood coursing through my dick. We stumbled into one of the rooms and sat our backpacks on the floor. I sat the food and drinks on the table.
“You picked a fine time to get piss-drunk,” I said.
“I’m just buzzed. It was only a few beers.” Hell, I wouldn’t have been surprised if they had dunked them in a rig of beer. Everyone knows how the Alpha Tau’s get down; the numberone party frat on campus.
“You need to chillax with that shit. I don’t want you to end up dead like that dude from Florida A&M University.”
“The Alpha Taus don’t haze and you know as well as I do the school has a zero tolerance policy for hazing.”
“Just be careful is all I’m saying.”
“If you so worried about me, why don’t you pledge with me?”
“I told you I’m too busy and the thought of being forced to run naked through a parking lot don’t sit well with me. Hazing or not.”
“Have you ever seen any pledge or any frat brotha for that matter running around naked or having rotten eggs pelted at them or whatever it is you think frats do?”
“Um…no, but that doesn’t mean that stuff doesn’t go on.”
“Doesn’t mean it does either.”
Kwame had a point.
“Look, I’m not knocking you for you wanting to join. I just don’t think I’m cut out to be in a frat.”
“What did I tell you about putting yourself down?” “I’m not, it’s—”
“There’s no such thing as someone not being cut out for something if you want that shit bad enough,” he interrupted.
“I applaud your persistency, but there’s no way that you’re going to get me to join up.”
“So you’re going to pass up the opportunity to be surrounded by a shit load of hot guys every day? You’re going to pass up having more dick and ass in your face then you can handle?”
“I never said I had an issue with that part of fraternities,” I grinned.
“Then what’s your problem?”
That’s one of the things that I adore about Kwame. He can be persistent as hell, but there was no way I was giving in. Uhuh, not on this.
“Can we get started please? These research papers are not going to write themselves.”
We unpacked our books and laptops from our backpacks and got started. We both sat in silence reading. Kwame looked disappointed, with just a smidgen of sadness in his expression. Here was this six-foot-four, thick brotha who could probably make even Chuck Norris piss his panties, and he was pouting like my four-year-old nephew when he didn’t get what he wanted.
Damn, man. Don’t tug too hard on my heartstrings.
The silence was deafening if not torturous.
“I just want you to be careful,” I said, with my face planted in the pages of Chester Himes’s
If He Hollers Let Him Go.
“You know I can take care of myself.”
“I just don’t want what happened to Robert Champion to happen to you.”
“It won’t.”
“You don’t know that. Those guys get crazy enough, you don’t know what they’ll do, and I doubt you can fight off an entire house of frat boys.”
“I will quit if it ever comes to that.”
“Yeah, you say that now.”
“The pledges and I look out for each other. I’ll be okay.”
“I’m sure that’s what Robert thought too.”
“Let’s just…drop it. You’re not going to join, so ain’t no need to keep harping on this,” Kwame said, as he bit into his chickensalad sandwich. I took a sip from my ice coffee. I couldn’t really concentrate on my reading. Kwame had gotten me worked up about this fraternity stuff. I had to say something to lighten the mood.
“You practically finger-rape me in class, now this.” I glanced up out of my book. Kwame’s deep sugar-browns met with mine.
“You play it off like you don’t like it, but you would let me fuck you in front of Carr and the whole damn class if I got you hot enough.”
“In your dreams,” I said, snickering.
Kwame leaned back into his chair with his book.
“I guess I will have all that frat dick to myself.”
“If I find out you up in there fucking your brains out, there will be no place on the planet where you can hide.”
“Hey, you know better than anybody that I can’t control my dick. You know how it gets. It wants what it wants.”
I sat up from my book.
“Oh, so whatever happens, you’re gonna blame it on your dick?” I grinned.
“Hey, it’s like I said. All those brothas under one roof.”
Kwame gave me one of those looks like he knew something only he and he alone was in on.
“You know something,” I said.
“I don’t know whatchu talkin’ about.”
“Yeah, I know that look,” I said, smiling. “What’s up?” Kwame struggled to keep a straight face.
“OMG! You do know something.”
“Shut up. Use your inside voice,” he smiled.
“Tell me,” I whispered.
“Just that…a few of the pledges have been seen coming out of the rooms of some of the brothers late at night.”
“That doesn’t mean anything. Who told you that? I want names.” I smiled gleefully.
“I don’t think you know these guys. I wouldn’t tell you anyway.”
“Have you seen shit going on?”
“Uh-uh.”
“You lyin’, you have. Oh, my god!”
“You know that party I was trying like hell to get you to come to last Thursday at the Tau House? Well, I never did make it back to my crib that night and ended up passed out on one of the sofas.”
“I was trying to call you all night, but your phone just went to voice mail, so I figured I would see you when I see you.”
“The party was bananas. I didn’t wake up until four in the morning. The place was crazy. On my way out, I noticed that the door to the romper room was open. Well, more like cracked a little bit.”
“What did you see?” I asked, hanging for dear life on every word Kwame was saying.
“One of the pledges was fucking one of the big brothas over a pool table.”
I gasped all wide-eyed, bringing my hand to my mouth.
“Bullshit.”
“I’m serious.”
“You makin’ that up.”
“I swear on my mama, Cray.”
“Did they see you?” I asked.
“I don’t think so.”
“What do you mean you don’t think so? Did they or didn’t they?”
“I stuck around long enough to see the pledge jizz all over the big brotha’s back, and then I hauled ass before I was spotted.”
“Damn.”
“So you called it. You didn’t believe that with all those guys under one roof, they weren’t fucking around. Who knows who’s fucking who to get in?”
“Hold up. Is that why you pledging the Alpha Ts?”
“Honestly, no, but you gotta admit that the thought of all those guys getting their smash on with one another is hot.”
I took out my phone.
“What are you doing? I know you ain’t fixing to tweet what I just told you?”
“This is way too good to pass up.”
Kwame suddenly grabbed my phone out of my hand.
“What the…K, give me my damn phone.”
“You might not care about this frat, but I really want to do this. I want to make the cut.”
“You can pledge at another fraternity.”
“That’s not the point and I don’t want to pledge at another fraternity. The Alpha Taus is it for me. Besides, you told me that you don’t believe in outing nobody no way.”
I let out a deep, frustrated sigh, realizing Kwame wasn’t going to let me have my way.
“Fine. I won’t say anything,” I said, with my hand extended out to him.
“You swear you won’t say nothing?”
“I swear, damn.”
“Cross your heart hope to die, stick a fishbone in your eye?” “What are we eight? Give me my phone. I promise.” Kwame walked over, leaned into me and gave me a kiss.
“Come here.” I tugged at him, slipping my tongue across his juicy lips. “Thank you.” Kwame placed his hand on my crotch. My dick was twitching erect in my shorts. It was about to be on and popping.
“Lock the door,” I told him. “We don’t want nobody busting up in here.”
Kwame rushed over to the door to lock it. We kept kissing, pulling at each other’s clothes. Kwame slid his hand under my polo, brushing my nipples with his fingers. It wasn’t long before my dick was brick hard, aching to be set free. Kwame knew all the right buttons to push to get me going. We sucked on each other’s tongues like hard candy.
We stood up to take off each other’s clothes. Kwame has the body of a god that only I have the pleasure of worshipping. Pecs: POW! Abs: BANG! And a stomach a cut above any gym rat. Damn, I’m blessed.
“We gotta keep quiet,” I said.
“That’s my line.” We both laughed as I seared his chest with sweet kisses. The aroma of our cologne mixed with the stale scent of old books. I pushed off my shoes, feet bare on the rough carpet. I fussed with the clasp on Kwame’s shorts, careful not to break the button. A smooth bulge tinted his gray boxerbriefs. His nine uncut inches popped free from the cotton like a birthday surprise. Our dicks rubbed together as we tonguekissed, groping each other’s ass.
I sat back down in my chair. Kwame stepped out of his shorts, kicking them in a corner. The only strips of clothing left were his black Nikes with black argyles. His dick came point blank to my face. I gently slipped the tender skin back off a coffeebrown, thick tip, and took his dick past my lips.
“Damn, Cray,” he said, sucking his teeth. I started to work up a rhythm. Kwame grew harder in my mouth; his dick thickened. Before long I was on my knees, his dick-tip hit the back of my throat, but I didn’t gag. I can take it. I can take him. His balls banged against my chin. “Suck that dick,” he said. Kwame drew his dick from the back of my throat, to the head of his dick.
Feed me.
I want it.
His dick slid back and forth. In. Out. In. Out again.
I grabbed his ass hard in my mitts. A firm, double-chocolate booty. I pulled his waist into me. I wanted it all, that big, thick dick.
“Fuck yeah!” Dick-sucking slurps echoed throughout the study room. I didn’t care about the noise. I didn’t give a damn who heard us. It wasn’t easy sharing this dick with my fuckbud’s girlfriend.
“I wanna fuck,” he whispered.
Hell, yeah!
My asshole was ripe for taking.
“I got some lube and rubbers in my bag,” he told me. Kwame had planned to fuck me all along.
I couldn’t say anything. He pulled his frat-pledge dick from my mouth, drool syruping from his tip to my lips. I wanted more. I was hungry for it. I watched his dick bob as he reached in his bag for the grease and condoms. I couldn’t keep my eyes off his appendage. I undid my shorts. They dropped from my bare, black ass to my feet. I kicked them off to the side of the room. We were both butt-booty-naked now. I cleared the table of our books, bottles, paper from his chicken-salad sandwich. Kwame squeezed a dollop of grease onto his dick, slathering it on. Wet, slick, shimmering under fluorescents. I positioned myself over the table. I was ready for Kwame to do what he wanted to me. I heard more lube being squeezed. It echoed a fart sound as it was being squeezed from the phallic tube. I was ready to be fucked. My asshole was hungry for frat-pledge dick.
I felt greasy fingers going up in me; one entered me, fingerfucked. Kwame stretched me for what was to come.
Mmmm…
he knew what to do, what to push, how to turn me on. I started to relax. He teased me with his finger-fucking strokes, but it was that dick I wanted. Kwame squeezed on more grease. I started to feel his knob pressing between my asscheeks. Easing it in. “Fuck, yeah!” My ass was his. I braced myself against the edge of the table as Kwame applied pressure. I felt his bulb infiltrate my core.
“You okay?” Kwame asked.
“Yeah.”
“You sure?”
“That feels good as hell.”
I felt inch after inch going in, stretching my opening.
Fuck me!
He grabbed on to my shoulders for leverage.
Slip it to me.
The table creaked under our weight. Beads of sweat started to pour down my face. Kwame tongued my ear. He knows how I get when he does this. “Pledge with me,” he whispered.
“I told you I—oh, fuck!” I yelled out. He rammed his dick farther up in me.
“You what? What was that?”
“Damn!” Kwame’s chest was hot against my back. He sucked my right earlobe.
“Yeah, don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop.”
“You might as well give in. You know I can go all night,” he said as he fucked me. “I’m not going to give you this nut until you tell me you’re going to pledge with me.”
I felt pearls of his sweat drop on my neck. Kwame reached around for my nips and started to tweak. “Ohhh, shit!”
“You like that shit?” he asked.
“Yeah, right there, fuck!”
Kwame drove in more inches, balls banged against my nose.
“I’m waiting,” he said.
His thrusts quickened. He moved from my nipples down south to my dick, pumping it in his lube-slopped palm.
“C’mon…c’mon, pledge with me. The two of us could run Alpha Tau. All that dick in one house. You could get fucked like this anytime you wanted.”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck, yeah! Every night if you wanted.”
“Can we bring more guys in the mix?”
“Listen to you. Freak-nasty ass! Yeah, boo. The more the fuckin’ merrier.”
“Every-fuckin’-night?”
“All this dick…up in you every night.”
My ass was full with Kwame’s dick.
“I’m close to…I’m gonna come!” I yelled out.
“Come with me!” he yelled. His pumps of my dick were nose to nose with his fuck work.
“Damn, yeah, right there. Shit!”
Kwame drove it in.
Jack my dick.
Feels so good.