Pledges: Gay Erotic Stories (8 page)

A few miles from the university in a rather unusual house in Nichols Canyon, not far from Mulholland Drive, Jasper Carlson yawned, spread his legs and rubbed the back of an unfamiliar neck. This neck belonged to a big, dark guy named Kirkus. From what Jasper could recall, Kirkus was one of the brothers in a fraternity to which Jasper had recently pledged…a stocky football player with a wide jaw, a strong grip and thick fingers. What had started out as a game of gay chicken with a few other pledges the night before wound up as the best fuck of Jasper’s life.

And it wasn’t over yet.
The odd house belonged to the parents of a fraternity brother who was graduating that year. The parents were out of town and it was the perfect place to haze the young eager pledges with a game of gay chicken. It was a one-floor affair, with a flat roof and a view of Hollywood. It had that mid-century modern appeal, with walls of glass, shiny marble floors, and rooms without interior walls that led from one to the other. The fraternity brother who’d grown up there often mentioned the house had been both designed and built by a young male film star in the l950s. Rumor had it the second owner used it to shoot some of the most famous vintage gay porn flicks ever produced because it had been so hidden in the hills.
Jasper had met the guy in his bed, Kirkus, at the beer party the night before down at the pool and he didn’t remember his last name. It was one of those private parties where all the straight guys get drunk and make the new pledges do things to guys they normally wouldn’t do. If they refused, they couldn’t join the fraternity. If they did what they were told without complaining, they were one step closer to being part of the fraternity for life. It was safe in the sense that condoms were used and no one was physically abused or forced. But it amazed Jasper to see what some of those so-called straight guys would do to be in a fraternity. While he watched one young guy lick a football player’s balls and wretch at the same time, he wondered what this guy
wouldn’t
to do get into the fraternity. Jasper even laughed when he thought about what he would have done if they’d asked him to lick pussy to be a member. He would have walked out without sending them a backward glance, because no fraternity was that important. There were some things in life not worth pursuing if a guy had to lick twat to get them.
Although Jasper wasn’t out of the closet completely yet, it wasn’t hard for him to suck a few dicks, swallow more than one set of nuts or bend over while the straight guys took turns paddling his naked behind. At one point, they even shoved tampons drenched in beer up his ass and he took it like a man. He would have let them fuck him, but they only seemed interested in oral fun and lighter things.
The main problem for Jasper that night had more to do with holding back his erection, especially while he gobbled all those balls in front of a group of rowdy, intoxicated frat guys screaming, “Fuck yeah, dude,” and punching each other. It took all the control Jasper had, but he concentrated hard and never rose above a semi-erection. Evidently, this big strong Kirkus guy had been watching him and he’d noticed how much Jasper liked playing around with the guys. The rest of the young pledges gagged and choked each time they had to take a man in their mouths. One actually puked on the other side of the pool after he licked a dick. But not Jasper. He just clenched his fists, concentrated on not becoming aroused and took on every guy at the pool that night.
The bedcovers were somewhere on the floor and they were both naked. Kirkus was on top; Jasper on the bottom. Jasper wrapped his arms around Kirkus’s massive shoulders and closed his eyes. He didn’t even remember how Kirkus had wound up in bed with him. Jasper had had a little too much beer himself at the pool party. The last thing he remembered was sucking the head of Kirkus’s dick in a game of gay chicken while the other frat guys ordered him to continue. When Kirkus came in his mouth, the other guys went dead silent for a moment, expecting Jasper to gag and spit out what Kirkus had just left in his mouth. They seemed to be hoping he’d puke so they could laugh and knock him around. But Jasper just swallowed, smiled and wiped his lips while the other guys gaped at him. A minute after that, the drunken guys started cheering and stood in line so Jasper could take turns on them.
He took on all ten of them, one after the other, and enjoyed every last drop. Jasper didn’t need reciprocation to have fun with men, especially straight men. He knew they were too drunk and wouldn’t remember anything the next day. And even if they did they’d never talk about it aloud. It was understood that what happened during these parties would never be mentioned to anyone. He wasn’t sure what to make of Kirkus. Jasper wondered if he was bisexual. From what Jasper could recall, Kirkus had an accent that sounded Swedish but he didn’t look Swedish. Then again, Jasper could have been wrong; he’d never been good with accents.
But none of that mattered now. For all Jasper knew, Kirkus could have been from outer space. Kirkus was on top of him in a strange bed and he remembered Kirkus’s big thick dick and his deep, throaty voice. If someone had asked Jasper about the color of Kirkus’s eyes, Jasper would have gone slack-jawed. His eye color didn’t matter either.
Jasper spread his legs wider and lifted them higher, hoping silently that Kirkus would fuck him the same way he’d fucked him the night before. He remembered the penetration and the fullness he’d experienced. He remembered squealing so loud Kirkus had to shove his fingers into Jasper’s mouth so the other frat guys wouldn’t hear them fucking. Kirkus was one of those rare studs Jasper came across who knew how to slam into him without losing steam. He’d fucked so hard the night before Jasper barely had to touch his own dick in order to get off. Kirkus didn’t waste time searching for the right position, trying to figure out where to put his hands and legs. He took charge and went to work. The man simply pointed his cock and entered, with no questions asked and no time wasted on conversation.
Jasper lifted his head and glanced around the bedroom. They weren’t alone. There was a frat guy sleeping on a sofa near the bathroom door, wearing a gray T-shirt and white boxer shorts. He had hairy legs and Jasper saw the head of his dick sticking out of his fly. As his chest rose and fell, a soft whistle came from his nose. On the floor next to the bed, Jasper glanced down and saw another frat guy passed out on the white carpet. He wore nothing but black boxer-briefs. Jasper remembered how long this particular guy had taken to come last night. Jasper had to jack him and suck at the same time to get him off. He used his best blow-job techniques until his jaw ached. The other guys actually started to cheer him on, shouting and shaking their fists. To the right of the bed, a humpy, muscular naked guy with short red hair was stretched out sideways on a lounge chair next to a mirrored vanity. Below him, on the floor, two more guys were sprawled out in their underwear with their mouths hanging half open, between piles of empty beer cans.
When Kirkus noticed Jasper was awake, he bucked his erection into Jasper’s pelvis and said, “You want to fuck again?”
Jasper smiled; he definitely did have an accent. He ran his fingers through the back of the big guy’s head and said, “We’re not alone. There are guys all over the place. They might get the wrong idea.”
Kirkus took a quick look at the room. He bucked his hips again and said, “They’re all sleeping. They won’t hear a thing. And if they do, they’ll pretend they didn’t. I want to fuck again.”
Jasper squeezed his huge shoulder muscles and said, “Me, too. Just don’t get too loud. And if I do, stick your fingers in my mouth again.” He’d liked that.
While Kirkus took a moment to cover his cock with a condom he’d left on the nightstand, Jasper wrapped his legs around the big dark man’s body and arched his feet. Jasper hadn’t felt this overpowered by a man in a long time. He usually wound up disappointed with most of the men he met, feeling awkward, and wishing for more. But Kirkus was different. He knew how to say all the right things before he entered, while he was fucking and even when he was about to pull out.
“I’m going to make you beg this time,” Kirkus said, in a soft, even voice, with his deep accent. He smiled. “I’m going to open up that pretty tight hole and make you scream like a dirty little cat in heat.”
Jasper closed his eyes and opened his legs again. He spread them as wide as he could and pointed his toes. “Do it to me again, Kirkus. Please, give it to me. I’m begging for it.” He spoke in a stage whisper, hoping the other guys wouldn’t hear him.
“How bad do you need it?” Kirkus asked, as he pointed the tip of his cock into Jasper’s opening and rubbed it, as if teasing him.
“I need it real bad, Kirkus,” Jasper said. “Fucking pound me, man.” He rarely talked this way in bed; it made him smile to think he would say things like this with all these other guys in the room.
“What do you need? Tell me like you told me last night. I know you like to say it. I know you like to be very, very dirty.”
Although Jasper would have laughed if he’d overheard someone else having a conversation like this during sex, with a big strange man on top of him this way, in the right context, it didn’t seem quite as funny now. The problem was he didn’t remember what he’d said last night. So he threw his arms back over his shoulders and pretended to remember. “I need your big fat dirty jock dick. I need that big, dirty, fucking man-dick to split me wide open and make me scream for more. Fuck me like you’re going to breed me. Fuck me with that big dirty dick, you fucking stud. Make me your fucking bitch cum dump with that big dirty cock.” For some reason, he still felt like smiling.
Kirkus lunged forward and entered him without waiting. He plunged to the bottom of Jasper’s body and bucked his pelvis forward until his pubic hair was pressed to the bottom of Jasper’s ass. “I knew you liked cock, you dirty little bitch. I knew you were a whore. You have a sweet ass that reminds me of a pussy. And I love pussy. Nice and tight and soft. I knew you weren’t pretending last night with the other pledges.”
The bed began to rock; Jasper reached for his lover’s shoulders and squeezed them for support. The initial pain subsided fast. And there was a reason for this. The only time Jasper ever felt pain during anal sex was when the guy’s dick was too small, not too large. Those insufferably tiny, pointy little dicks always hurt the most. They poked, prodded and hit all the wrong spots. But with a big dick like Kirkus’s, Jasper felt consumed and whole again. Without that feeling of being penetrated by something substantial, there didn’t seem to be any point in getting fucked. The prelubed condom Kirkus used allowed the perfect amount of friction. Other than little dicks, there was nothing Jasper hated more than too much slippery, messy lube. With too much lube, he couldn’t feel the friction, which meant his orgasm wouldn’t build from the lips of his anus. With too much lube, he couldn’t feel the heat between his legs or the vibrations that formed deep in his body.
The bed rocked faster; a lamp on the Lucite table beside the low king-size bed started to sway. Kirkus said, “Tell me what you want again. Tell me what you want me to do to you, bitch. Whore. I know you like it rough.” His accent grew thicker.
When Kirkus said the word rough, the redheaded guy lifted his head and looked at the bed. When he saw the way Kirkus was pounding away at Jasper’s ass, he grabbed his junk and started to fondle himself.
Jasper ignored the redheaded guy. He didn’t care if he watched and jacked at the same time. He’d always been attracted to ginger guys and he wanted to put on a good show. This kind of dirty talk didn’t happen often. Most openly, politically correct gay men never said things like this to Jasper. They were either too afraid, didn’t have the capacity or they were looking for something deep and emotional. So Jasper took advantage of the situation and said, “Do what you did to me last night. I want that again. I’ve never felt anything like it before. No one has ever fucked me that way.”
After Kirkus had ripped Jasper’s clothes off his body the night before, he’d thrown him down on the bed, slapped him around a few times and put on a condom. They didn’t waste time with boring, emotional drama and needless foreplay. They were both men, they both knew what they wanted and they didn’t have any deep psychological baggage to hinder them from getting what they wanted. When Kirkus started fucking Jasper last night, he told Jasper to hold on to his neck. Then he lifted Jasper up from the bed, carried him outside to the rear veranda and fucked Jasper as if he were suspended in midair over the Hollywood Hills.
“You sure you want me to do that,” Kirkus said. “It’s daylight out. It’s morning and the sun is shining. Someone might see us. The other guys might wake up. And we already have an audience.” He glanced at the ginger guy, who was now fully awake and jacking a big thick shaft with an even rhythm.
“We’re hidden back here in the hills,” Jasper said. “No one can see us. And it’s probably safer to go outside and fuck so the other guys
don’t
wake up. Even if they do hear us, I don’t care. Pick me up and fuck me outside like you did last night.”
“Hold on to my neck,” Kirkus said. “I’m going to fuck you better than last night.”
With his dick buried as deeply as it would go, and the ginger guy jerking faster on the lounge chair, Kirkus lifted Jasper from the bed and stood. Jasper held his neck and wrapped his legs around Kirkus’s waist. Kirkus held the bottom of Jasper’s ass. Though Jasper was six feet tall, Kirkus was six inches taller and big and strong enough to support him. Jasper wasn’t as large and bulky as Kirkus, but his lean body was well defined and each individual muscle popped in just the right places. He kept his light brown hair short, but when it grew longer it had the perfect wave. His feet arched without being forced; his entire body was hairless and smooth. And when men, both gay and straight, caught a glimpse of his naked ass, they usually looked twice without even realizing they were doing it.
Jasper leaned all the way back, as far as he could, and dangled from Kirkus’s shoulders. Kirkus held his ass and slowly turned. On the way out to the veranda off the bedroom, he walked slowly so he wouldn’t wake the other guys. He fucked Jasper gently and didn’t rock or sway sideways once. Jasper wasn’t sure what excited him more: the big dick up his ass or the big strong man who seemed invincible and ready to sweep him off his feet and carry him anywhere. For Jasper, the fantasy part of sex was as important as the physical part. Though he didn’t need extensive foreplay, he did need something to think about while he was having sex with a man. For Jasper, the image usually involved a fantasy about the man he was with at the time. It also involved being overpowered and taken, with all the worst romantic clichés ever invented. If the man’s chest heaved, Jasper imagined it heaving twice as much as it really did. If the man held him gently, Jasper imagined the man cradling him in his arms and treating him like a fine piece of porcelain.