Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2005 16:02:34 -0800
From: Jake C. <hotstorylvr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Formative Years: Greg at Kappa Phi

Disclaimer, etc.

As with all work in this series most is true.  I did have an interesting
childhood which I do not regret at all.  I was raised in Southern California
in very similar situations but NONE are the exact same locations, schools,
etc in my stories.  The story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts
between consenting adult males and a consenting underage boy.  Nothing was
forced onto anyone.  I became quite the cock hound at an early age.

If you do not like this type of material do not read it.  If it is illegal
where you live do not read it.  If you are under 18 years old do not read
it.  I do not condone what happened to me -- it just happened.  It is not my
intention by my stories that adults participate in acts of sex with minors.

I do not care to copyright this story.  I never plan to claim it anyway.
hotstorylvr@hotmail.com

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Greg at Kappa Pi

Chapter 1

The tenth anniversary of the first time I had sex was about a month ago.

It took me months after I moved into the house before I could walk by Greg's
picture on the stairway without noticing it.  He is one amongst twenty guys
but his face jumps out at me.  He's there beside my cousin Shaun and many
guys I know well including Kip, Jack, Matt, Omar, Chris, and others.  My
name is Andrew but I'm called AJ and I found Nifty about six months ago.  To
say I'm addicted is an understatement.

I belong to Kappa Phi at USC.  A couple weeks ago was the Orange Bowl and
USC's annihilation of OU was unbelievable.  My dad and mom, dad's brother
and my aunt and my cousin Shaun and wife Debbie were there.  My whole house
plus many house alumni also were there.  It seemed like the whole school was
there and the place was bedlam when we won.  Unfortunately, Greg wasn't
there.  He was stuck in Saudi Arabia working.

I'll be 19 on July 4, so 10 years ago I was 9.  I know spelling it out isn't
always necessary but 10 years is hard for me grasp.  It seems like only
yesterday.  I look back and wonder how different my life would be now if I
hadn't met Greg.  Would I be still making the same choices?  If it weren't
Greg, would it have been someone else and was I on this path all along?
I've thought of these questions so many times.

Some would say I'm your typical Southern California beach kid.  I was born
and raised in Santa Monica.  My parents are both in the entertainment
industry -- my father being a producer and my mother a lawyer.  We've always
lived in Santa Monica or Santa Monica Canyon and always had cooks,
housekeepers, and when I was young I had nannies.  When I was 9 my parents
decided I no longer needed a nanny and hired a French student named Leon
from Pepperdine University in Malibu who picked me up after school and
tutored me and would stay until my parents got home and even stayed the
night once in a while.  He tutored me the whole four years he was at
Pepperdine.  Because of him my French is excellent and I speak passing
Italian and Latin.  After Leon I had two other tutors named Jake and Pablo.
Jake started when I was 13 and Pablo when I was 15.

The schools I've attended have all been private.  When I was in elementary
school I constantly bugged my parents to let me attend the public school
down the street.  The kids seemed to be having so much fun.  My school was a
lot smaller.  The playground was nothing compared to the public school.  We
didn't have any of their equipment or enough people for teams to play
baseball and such.  The public school kids could skateboard to school and
wear shorts and I was driven to school and wore a uniform.  But things got
better in high school.  It was larger and the dress code lightened up.
School sports were finally available and I participated in most, but
officially joined one, the wrestling team.  I was an excellent student,
popular, my parents were in the right social circle so I was part of the
right inner circles, and I was a jock.

I am an only child but I did have an older cousin named Shaun who I
idolized.  He was a sophomore at USC and belonged to the Kappa Pi Fraternity
and I cherished every moment I spent with him.  He was from Minnesota so
when he moved to Southern California I was beside myself.  As we lived close
to the beach he and his buddies would stop by the house almost every week
for dinner or on their way to Malibu.  One of his best friends was Greg.

Greg was from Nevada and also belonged to Kappa Pi.  The first time I met
him I had run out of the house to meet Shaun as he pulled up at the curb and
when I saw Greg get out of the car I stopped so suddenly my feet slipped and
I almost fell down.  Looking down at me from over the car door was the first
man who'd ever taken my breath away.  Of course I didn't understand what I
was feeling and thought I was reacting only from being surprised.  I'd lost
my breath and after catching my footing could only stare at him.  Before
Shaun could introduce us Greg walked up to me extending his hand and
introduced himself.  I put my hand out and as I touched his I felt as though
for the second time in minutes I was going to slip and fall.  He kept my
hand in his steadying me and I became lost in a haze.  Before I realized it
he had released my hand and my dad was on the lawn and introductions were
being made.

I stood quietly watching them and looking Greg over.  He was bigger than my
dad and Shaun so I decided he had to be at least 6'1" and 195lbs.  I
couldn't believe the muscles in his chest.  They stuck out so much and you
could see his nipples through his plain white muscle t-shirt.  He had on
khaki shorts and white Fila tennis shoes with no socks.  His hair was brown,
short, wavy, and thick, and some was hanging over his forehead in an S
shape.  His eyes were pale green and they sparkled.

His skin was smooth and his body was deeply tanned, especially compared to
his t-shirt.  His nose was thin and straight but curved slightly at the end.
His mouth turned upward and when he smiled he showed slight dimples and
the brightest white teeth that were even but he had a slight gap between his
front two teeth.  His chin was strong and was rounded at the end.  His Adams
Apple was pronounced and danced as he spoke and laughed and it fascinated
me.  His neck was long and widened at his impressively wide shoulders and
reminded me of a great tree digging into the ground.  Though I didn't know
what they were called I was enthralled with his pecs.  They stuck out like
mountains from rest of his body and his nipples looked like thumb tack's
through his t-shirt.  His t-shirt was tight across his chest and even caved
between his pec's.  Traveling downward his t-shirt tightened slightly across
his impressively small waist.  His shorts were loose and hung down mid-thigh
and his legs were very tan and long, muscular, and slightly hairy.  His arms
hung down like cannons from his shoulders.  His biceps bulged out of smooth
tanned skin.  His forearms, which as I grew up would become a favorite part
of a man for me, seemed almost as big as his biceps.  Never one to be a
cartoon lover I still couldn't help comparing them to Popeye's and briefly
wondered how many cans of spinach Greg ate each day.

As we stood on the lawn, my father, Greg and Shaun talking, my eyes never
left Greg.  I was spellbound taking in his every word and gesture.  After a
couple minutes Shaun asked if he could borrow some camping gear and my dad
took them into the garage and after picking through what we had they packed
some stuff into his car then they were off.  I was crushed and begged them
to take me but they wouldn't and I put up such a fit that my dad sent me to
my room for a couple hours.  I felt humiliated and foolish for acting like
such a kid in front of Greg but I so wanted to go with them and I was afraid
I'd never see him again.  Happily that didn't happen.

It soon seemed Greg was over our house as much as Shaun.  I was deeply
infatuated by Greg.  I watched his every move and tried to be as close to
him as possible.  I tried to impress him with jokes and showed him every new
toy and neat thing I got.  If Shaun dropped by without Greg I demanded to
know where he was and why he wasn't with Shaun and why he didn't want to
come over.

Now a lot of you reading this story might doubt this but up to that point in
my life I'd never thought much about sex.  I know my parents or Shaun or
Greg never thought my fascination with Greg was anything other than as a big
brother.  Yes, I lived in a very liberal area and my parents worked in a
liberal industry and they were very liberal themselves, and if I'd every
wanted to talk about sex I'm sure they wouldn't have batted an eyelash, but
I'd never given much thought to girls body's, boys body's, or even my body.
We didn't have organized sports in my school hence, no locker rooms plus I
was an only child.  I had a lot of friends but usually someone had to drive
us to see each other.  Plus, my parents kept me awfully busy and because of
their schedules I did a lot of adult type of activities.  Also, I plain
never thought about it.  But, when Greg entered the picture I suddenly
became curious about bodies which led to thinking about sex then even
thinking about where babies came from.  I remember thinking maybe babies
came from parents kissing.  I wasn't sure and even though I knew it wasn't a
taboo subject and I wasn't uncomfortable talking about it with my parents,
it had never been a priority subject to me.  But one day the opportunity to
discuss it with Greg presented it's self to me.

My dad travels to movie sets all the time and one day, on short notice, he
had to deal with a problem in Vancouver.  My mom had a meeting Los Angeles,
and not able to find anyone to watch me, asked Shaun if he could do the
honors for a couple hours.  Being he was at USC it's a quick stop and she
could easily drive into downtown LA.  Shaun had just returned from Christmas
vacation and the house was pretty quiet as most of the guys were still gone.
I had just arrived and we were downstairs when Greg showed up just back
from Las Vegas.  I was thrilled to see him and even though he didn't need it
I begged to help him with his bags to his room.

He lived on the fourth floor in his own room.  The first two flights are
normal staircases and easy.  But the third is steep and the stairs are
skinny.  The fourth set of stairs is a killer.  You need to go to the other
side of the house then to the back and climb almost a ladder up to his room
that was a corner attic.  It was hell carrying his backpack up there -- but
no way was I gonna wimp out.

We finally got to his room and it was hot as hell and tiny, tiny, tiny and
as Greg threw open the window I dropped the backpack and ran to his bed
flying onto it.  He sat in his desk chair and we both caught our breath.  He
had on a gold long sleeve t-shirt with USC Basketball on it and white mesh
basketball shorts and black Nike basketball shoes with no socks.  He looked
tiered and hadn't shaven for a couple days and his hair was a mess and he
was sitting back with his legs spread wide.

He turned his computer on and as it came to life and a woman in a thong was
on the screen.  She was on her knees with a hand under a breast pushing it
up and was licking its nipple.  She was really tan and had a big head of
long brown hair.  I'd never seen a naked lady and was immediately off the
bed standing next to Greg looking at her.

He turned to me and said, "Hey squirt, you okay?  Here, let me turn this
off.  Shit, if Shaun found out I showed you this he'd have a cow."

I switched my eyes to Greg and told him it was okay and started asking him
questions about her.    "What was her name?  Did he know her?  Why was she
licking her nipple?"  Anything I could think of.  Then without design I
started asking him about sex.  I've never been able to figure out why the
transition from talking about the woman on the screen to sex with a 9 year
old didn't faze him, but he skipped into talking about sex and the "birds
and the bees" effortlessly.

Soon Greg was showing me other pictures of naked ladies on his computer.  I
was rapt with attention as he slowly ran through a dozen pictures of nude
women in different poses showing off their bodies.  He moved the pointer
over specific areas describing in detail their functions and how during sex
they're used to please and be pleased.  I looked back and forth to Greg who
seemed to relish in his role as educator.

"Since we've come this far how about we jump to the next level okay AJ?"

I've never been able to say much when around Greg, and this time in
particular I couldn't find anything to say, so I only nervously nodded my
head.  He opened a file and a girl was on her knees and a guy had his dick
in her mouth.  His dick was really hard and huge and his balls were hanging
down and touching her chin.  She was looking up at him and she had deep red
lipstick on and her mouth was all covered in spit.  Greg moved the arrow
around her mouth and talked about her giving him a blowjob or BJ and how his
dick was erect or he had a boner.  He switched to another picture and the
girl had one of the guy's balls in her mouth and his dick was on her eye and
forehead.  It was sticking way over her head and a long drop of liquid was
running from his dick into her hair and he told me it was pre-cum.  He then
told me all about cum and sperm and impregnating women.

Greg was soon showing me pictures of different couples.  There were pictures
of men eating woman's pussies and fucking them from the front and behind.
Greg even had a picture of a man shoving his cock up a woman's ass.  All the
men had huge cocks and I couldn't understand how the women could fit them in
their small bodies.  There was one man whose cock seemed the largest ever
and I asked Greg how big it might be and he thought maybe 9 inches long and
6 inches around.  I told Greg I thought it looked the same size as a Subway
sandwich and he laughed at me.

During my lesson Greg had pulled me close to his left side so I'd be able to
see the screen better.  Between him and me was the arm of his desk chair but
he had his arm around me comfortably with his hand resting on my waist.  I
realized after awhile how long we'd been like that and how hot I was from my
first sex education lesson.  Greg kept talking but suddenly his voice was in
the distance and I could only hear his breathing, the feel of the rise and
fall of his chest, and the smell of his sweat from his long drive from home.
  I was no longer looking at the screen but at his face and his profile was
stunning.  The way his lips opened and closed as he talked and his tongue
emerging once in a while when he stopped to lick them.  His exceedingly long
brown eyelashes and the way the afternoon sunlight reflected off them.  I
watched his chin and the play of his Adam's Apple and the slight movement of
his ear as he spoke.  I looked down at his wonderful chest of hard mounds of
muscles packed into tight spaces with the slightest hint of his tits under
his loose t-shirt.

He turned and looking at me said, "I think that's enough sex education for
one day Squirt."

I was transfixed and though feeling uncomfortable looking into his eyes
couldn't turn away.  Mustering some strength I reached over with my left
hand and gave a half-hearted punch to his chest but my hand landed flat and
I sputtered out, "Don't call me Squirt."

I'd played with Greg before but this time was different.  The touch was
different.  I left my hand on his chest, on his t-shirt, but I longed to
feel his skin.  Aching not to lose contact I asked, "Greg, how'd you get
your muscles so big?"

He replied, "I work out a lot Squirt."

With my fist I hit him on his chest, "I said don't call me Squirt."

"Okay, okay," he said in mock pain.  "I lift weights," he said.

"How about `Little Man' in stead of Squirt?" he asked in a teasing voice.

I looked at him and grinned, "Little Man, yeah, I like that."

He smiled at me.  Then bringing his right hand to my head roughed up my hair
-- and then catching me unprepared brought me into a hug, "Okay, Little Man
it is," he said.

Though bent over the armrest my face was pulled into his chest and I was
lost in pleasure.  I took deep breaths smelling his musky sweaty scent.  I
dug my face into his pec then feeling a tit nosed my way onto it.  I moved
fast to the treasure breathing hot air through the t-shirt knowing time was
limited.  Greg released me and I backed up and saw a flash of unease in his
face.

"I think it's time we go find Shaun Little Man," he said.

I looked around his room trying desperately to figure out a way to stay.  I
didn't know what I wanted.  I only knew I didn't want to leave.  Sure, the
nude pictures of the men and women were great, but still the thought of sex
with Greg hadn't flashed in my mind.  My only thoughts were I had to think
of something so I could stay in his room a little longer.  I was the kid who
wanted to stay up watching TV instead of going to bed.

He swung his desk chair around then began to get up.  Desperately I asked,
"Greg, what weights do you lift?"

For some reason he stopped and sat back, "Oh, lot's of different ones.  Some
for each muscle group?"

I was looking at him head on, "Would you teach me?"

"Sure, I started working out when I was young.  You have a great build.  I
bet you could bulk up real nice," he leaned over and ran his hands over my
shoulders and upper arms and shook me a little giving me a smile and sat up.

"What do you do for your chest?"

He looked down at his chest, "Oh, bench press and other lifts."

"Can I see?" I asked.

"Sure, I'll show you when we go to the gym?"

I kind of stared for a moment, "No, can I see your chest now with your shirt
off?  I want to see how big I can get?"

Again, I saw the flash of unease in his face.  I stood there before him and
moved forward between his legs.  His white shorts lay over his thick rock
hard thighs almost to his knees.  His t-shirt, though too big for him, clung
wildly to his chest and upper arms, but hung loosely down his forearms to
his hands and his waist covering his crotch.

His looked at me for a moment taking me in, then lifted his chin up
slightly, "AJ, check to make sure the door's locked."

I turned and walked the few steps to the door.  Turning the door handle and
finding it locked I looked back at Greg.

Greg was lifting his shirt over his head and weakness engulfed me but I
somehow made it back to him.  I moved between his legs, leaned forward and
reaching out my hands touched his chest and I felt him shudder.  I didn't
understand what I was feeling but I knew I couldn't blink because tears had
left my eyes and I couldn't speak because no spit was in my mouth.  I ran my
hands over the skin taking in the softness and then lightly pushed down and
felt hardness like steel.

I finally mumbled "I want this."

"Ok," was all he said?

I moved my hands into the valley between his pecs and slowly traced the
groove underneath them to his armpits.  My fingers traced up from his
armpits to his collarbone.  My eyes looked into Greg's and finding no
resistance I reached for the end of a nipple and squeezed.  He let out a
small quick moan that brought my eyes to his.  Expecting him to tell me to
stop I removed my hand but I saw what I thought was disappointment so I
replaced it to his nipple and then placed my other hand on the other nipple
and twisted both at the same time.  This time when Greg released another low
moan I kept my hands in place pinching and twisting his tits.

I was lost in feeling his pecs and hadn't given any thought beyond them when
Greg placed a hand on his crotch and started rubbing it.  At first I hardly
noticed it but soon my attention was more on his hand than his chest.  I
watched as he started moving his hand along the outline of his cock.  My
hands on Greg's chest were all but forgotten used only to steady myself as I
stared directly down as Greg's cock that was soon straining upwards trying
to poke through his mesh shorts.  Then in a burst of energy he pushed his
shorts down and behind his balls and I almost lost my balance gaping at his
dick.

His dick was longer and fatter than the Subway Sandwich guy in the picture.

"It looks bigger than the guy in the picture," I said as I looked up at
Greg.

"It's 10 inch's long and 7 inch's wide.  Put your hands on my tits and keep
playing with them," he said.

Looking into his eyes I did as he asked then looked down at his cock and
watched him jack it off with his fists.  He was working his hands all over
his cock and his balls.  Pre-cum was dripping out of his piss slit and he
was spreading it around his cock head and brought his finger up and put some
on his tongue and tasting it and smiled.  He took his finger and again
scooped some up and brought it to my lips and trying to put it on I turned
my head away thinking it was gross.  He instead put his finger in his mouth
and sucked the pre-cum off.  He kept jacking off and rubbing his balls all
over.  He kept telling me to play with his tits and kept sliding down in his
seat.  I was soon leaning over him and felt my legs on his balls and my dick
was being rubbed when he was jacking off.  Greg started moaning louder and
breathing harder and was jacking his cock harder.  Then he was saying he was
gonna cum, he was gonna cum and he was jerking about so hard I moved off of
him and then cum shot from his cock and hit his chin then another shot and
hit his chest then another hit his chest then another to his stomach then
another to his bellybutton and some dripped onto his hands.  The whole time
he'd been looking at me and telling me he was gonna fuck me and make me take
his load and calling me bitch and cunt and stuff like that.  I was scared
and liked it at the same time.

Greg was breathing hard for a while then told me to get a towel from under
his bed.  He wiped cum off of his chest and stomach then he stood up.  His
cock hung down in front of me as he still wiped off his stomach and chest
again.  I thought about touching it but it was huge and red, wet and looked
kinda gross.  Greg pulled his shorts up then put his t-shirt on.

Suddenly he was talking at me and I looked up.  "This is between you and me
okay Squirt?"

I nodded my head up and down.

"Sorry, I mean `Little Man,'" and he smiled at me.

I was lost in thought but not about the name but finally mumbled, "Ah,
Little Man sounds weird to.  Maybe another name okay?  You know Greg, AJ's
okay to, okay?"

"Okay AJ it is, sounds more grown up.  Are you all right?  I mean your not
gonna tell Shaun or anyone are you?"

He was still my hero.  Hell no I wasn't gonna tell anyone.  I reached up and
tried to touch his nipples.  I was still enthralled with his chest, "No, I
liked it."

He put his hands on mine and rubbed them around his chest.  "I guess you
really like my muscles?"

I guess I looked down because the next thing I knew he'd brought one of my
hands down and put it on his shorts and wrapped it around his cock.  I
jumped and tried to pull away but he held it there.

"You don't know it yet AJ but I think you'll really learn to crave these
guys."  He let my hand go.

"Now get down to Shaun and don't say a word, got it."


My experience with Greg both confused me and answered questions.  It helped
me understand about men and women and babies but it only confused me about
myself.  My mind kept replaying over-and-over the pictures Greg showed me of
men and women having sex.  I looked at women on the street and couldn't
imagine why men would have sex with them.  I liked how pretty they were but
that was it.  Whereas, when I looked at men I was much more interested.

Except for Shaun or my dad, it seems like almost immediately after leaving
Greg's room I inspected every guy I saw.  I didn't look at Shaun or my dad
in the same way because I thought it was gross and I worried they would see
what I was thinking and get mad.  I write, "It seems like almost immediately
after leaving Greg's room" because it did, but in reality it was probably
weeks afterwards.  I think I was kinda shocked/or in shock, by the whole
encounter.  I still wonder about where my mind was during that time.

After my encounter with Greg our relationship became strained for a while.
He seemed no different but I changed.  I still enjoyed his coming over but I
didn't cuddle up to him as much.  I was still infatuated with him and
watched him all the time but something was different.

About a month after our encounter one Saturday afternoon Greg was out front
near Shaun's car waiting for him so they could leave.  I was keeping him
company and we were talking about nothing important when he told me he
thought I was acting a lot older recently.  I asked him what he meant.  He
told me I wasn't acting like a kid lately, that I wasn't jumping around and
acting as silly as I use to.  He said he missed AJ the 9 year old, that he
wanted him back.

At one point I was standing about five feet from the car and he asked me to
come over to him.  He opened his door and sat on the seat and took my hands
in his and told me he was sorry if he'd done something wrong, that he didn't
mean to make me grow up too fast. Moving in between his spread legs I put my
hands on his cheeks and looked into his eyes.  Trying desperately to form
the words, to say anything but unable, I became frustrated and leaned my
forehead onto his.  My eyes were closed and I was trying to smell him,
trying to feel his breath on my neck, hoping he could see that I was still
the crazy kid who couldn't speak around him and that I wasn't mad at him and
he shouldn't be sorry for anything.

In a surge of energy I threw my arms around his neck and throwing myself
onto his strong body hugged him as tight as I could.  His arms were
immediately around me squeezing me and his face was digging into the crook
of my neck and he was telling me what a great kid I was and how lucky he was
to have me in his life.  He told me how much fun he'd had that day in his
room and he hoped I had to, and if I didn't he was sorry.  He asked me if I
liked it.  He talked about how much he liked me touching his chest and his
tits.  He told me how much he liked jacking his cock in front of me.  As he
talked I pressed myself into him as hard as I could and he spread his arms
wider around me and spread his legs wider to accommodate my body.  As he
talked into my neck I nodded once-in-awhile as best as I could trying to let
him know how much I liked what we did and how I wanted to do I again.  I
soon began pressing myself into his body even harder and I began to feel his
cock harden through his shorts and press into me.

I released my hug and when backing up looked down at his lap and looked at
the beginning of an erection.

"Look what you do to me AJ?" Greg softly said.  I didn't take my eyes off of
it and reached out and squeezed the lump.

"Not here AJ," he said.  I withdrew my hand but didn't take my eyes off of
it.

"I thought you'd learn to like these guys," he said giving his cock a
squeeze.

I looked at him and smiling jumped around his neck again giving him a big
hug all the while wiggling my body into his cock.

He forced me off him as we heard Shaun slamming the front door shut.  Greg
smiling at me pushed me past the door and shut it as Shaun shut his and
started the car.  Shaun yelled he'd see me later and the car pulled forward.
Greg waved and they drove off.


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