Date: Fri, 9 Nov 2012 00:53:43 -0800
From: Stuart Sharp <stuartjamessharp@gmail.com>
Subject: Blackmailed by a Frat Boy

BLACKMAILED BY A FRAT BOY


By Stuart James Sharp


stuartjamessharp@gmail.com


***


It was my first-ever frat party, and to be quite honest, I didn't know what
to expect.


I showed up to Kappa Sigma Epsilon at 11PM and found a rather happening
party.  The place had a bar with a few tanktop-clad bros dishing out
concoctions of cheap liquor while the self-service beer kegs sat on the
other side of the room.  A DJ bumped some electronic sexy-time beats and a
couple drunk sorority whores were already getting a little too down.  It
was just a little too obvious these girls wanted to get fucked.


Not that I didn't either - though the frat boys might be dumb as hell, they
were sure looking good.  I think it's a frat boy thing that they all have
to work out together or play basketball together or something boyish that
develops toned muscles.  And then they have to wear tanktops to show their
newly-earned physique.  I myself was dressed in a modest t-shirt and jeans
- certainly a skinnier boy than most but plenty attractive in my own way.


The first couple hours of the party weren't particularly exciting, so let's
pretend to "fast-forward."  I drank a vodka drink, I explored the house, I
drank a tequila drank, I met some random other freshmen girls, I drank a
rum drunk, I danced with those girls, I drank a beer, those girls left but
fuck it I still wanted to dance!


And then I met Evan.  At least I think that's his name.  For all I know he
was a lying sack of shit from the start.  He caught me jumping around
raucously to some banging remix of a song and jumped along with me.  When
there was a lull in the music - "How's it goin', bro?"


To be honest, I was surprised he was talking to me.  I mean, I am not a
"bro" by any means.  I'm not like flaming gay either or anything, I'm just
like, I don't know... a dude.  But this guy... Evan... he was wearing his
frat tanktop and some khaki shorts that were sagging a little low so that
when he jumped up and down, I caught a glimpse of his toned abs and
American Eagle boxer briefs.  Fuck me.


"Good, you?" I replied.


He offered his hand.  "Good, man, good.  I'm Evan."


I accepted his hand in a bro-shake.  "Stuart."


"Yo you want another drink?" He asked.  I didn't really need one, but I
wasn't going to say no.  I headed toward the bar, but he grabbed my arm and
pulled me the opposite direction.  "I got some better shit upstairs.  I
live in the house."


*He lived in the house.  Fuuuuuck me.*  I could see it now... he'd take me
up to his room, offer me a shot of Patron, then tell me he was a closet
homosexual and wanted to make love to me and have a secret relationship
that would turn into a real relationship.  That was the fantasy.  I was
expecting nothing.  But perhaps I should've been expecting quite a bit.


Evan ushered me into his room and locked the door behind him.  Weird.
Why'd he lock it?  He reached into a drawer and pulled out a bottle of
Greygoose.  "What year are you?" he asked.


"Freshman."


"Right on.  I'm a senior."  He passed me a shot, and we downed them
together.  He made the cutest pained expression after taking the shot.
Then - "What kind of stuff you get into?"


"Uh... I do a little bit of theatre, some art stuff..." I replied.


"That's not what I mean."  Evan's face turned gravely serious.  "You know
what I mean.  What do you get into?"


Holy shit.  Holy shit.  No fucking way this was happening.  "Like..."


"Okay, look," Evan said.  "I don't have time to tiptoe around.  I saw the
way you've been looking at the guys at this party.  Now do you want to suck
my cock or don't you?"


Silence.  My eyes involuntarily dropped to his crotch.  The khaki shorts.
Hiding the American Eagle boxer briefs.  Hiding some senior college-boy
fraternity cock.  He was a pretty tall guy, very cute yet sexy...  "Um...
I..."


"Get on your knees, freshman."


I didn't know what to do - I obeyed his command and dropped onto the
floor.  He stepped up in front of me.  His crotch was a foot away.


"Have you sucked dick before?" he asked.  I nodded.  "Good."  Then he
unbuckled his belt, slipped off his pants, and revealed white American
Eagle boxer briefs and an impressive bulge.  He gave his junk a little
tug.  "You want this?"


I looked up at him silently.  Still sort of shocked.


"DO YOU WANT MY COCK OR NOT.  ANSWER ME, BITCH."


"Yes!" I blurted.  "I want your cock."


Evan hooked his thumbs in his waistband and threw them down around his
ankles.  Out popped a soft cock.  A soft, 6-inch and thick cock.  This dude
was hung.  He must've seen my eyes go wide because he laughed.  "Yeah you
want it all right.  Okay, start sucking, faggot."


I reached a hand up to his cock, but he slapped it away.  "I said SUCK not
TOUCH."


"Sorry..." I muttered and reached up with my open mouth.  I wrapped my lips
around his thick cock and started sucking.  Immediately I salivated and
drooled all over, some saliva escaping my lips and falling to the floor.
His cock hardened in my mouth, growing bigger... longer...


And then he was at full-mast.  I popped his cock out of my mouth to take a
look.  Holy fuck.  "Jesus... big dick, man," I complimented.


"Yeah you like sucking big dicks like that?"


I looked up and realized he was holding an iPhone and pointing it down at
me.  "Are you taking a photo?"


"Nah.  A video."


I quickly stood up.  "What the fuck, dude?"


"Get back on your knees now.  NOW."


"No way... turn that off and delete it."


"If you don't do as I say, I will put this all over the Internet, bitch.
Now I don't want to do that, so let's just agree to get along, okay?"  Evan
grabbed my shoulder - hard - and shoved me back to the ground.  My knees
buckled below me.  Shit this dude was strong.  He kept the camera phone
aimed at my face.  "Now SUCK, faggot."


Well shit, I thought.  I don't really have a choice... may as well enjoy
it.  I slurped up and down Evan's big long rod and before long he started
uttering some moans.  They were fucking sexy and boyish.  I noticed his
legs tremble a couple times and knowing he was feeling good just egged me
on.  I started getting really into it, sucking all the way up and down fast.


"Fuck yeah, suck my big fuckin' cock, bro!" he yelled and started pumping
in and out.  "Fuuuuck that feels good, dude, you like that?"


I popped his cock out of my mouth.  "Fuck yeah you've got such a nice
cock."  Then, Evan grabbed his dick and started jerking it.


"Open up, I'm gonna cum," he commanded.  One hand jerked his cock while the
other focused the camera phone on my face.  I opened my mouth and stuck out
my tongue.  "Fuck... oh fuck... oh fuuuuuckk..."


Evan spurted once on my tongue, then let out a HUGE spurt that arced over
my face and onto my hair, followed by a third huge spurt that drenched my
face and made me close my eye.  And then a fourth.  And a fifth.  "Fuck
yeah, take that cum, bitch!" A sixth... a seventh... my face was covered in
shot after shot of warm cum.  It dripped down off my chin and onto my
chest.  I tasted it's salty sweetness in my mouth.


When he was done, he shoved his cock in my mouth and made me suck it.
"That's a good boy.  Damn you look hot like that all covered my cum."


I wiped off my eyes and then opened them.  He was still filming.  Well
fuck.  If he didn't have incriminating evidence on me before, he now had
the world's most cum-covered facial video starring me.  Finally, he stopped
filming.


"Good job, bro."  He pulled up his underwear, then his pants.  "Uh... get
cleaned up and show yourself out.  Tissues on the table."


He opened the door and was about to leave when he added, "Obviously, you
tell a soul and this video gets leaked.  Also, leave your phone number on
my desk.  I will be texting you.  If ever I want to do this again, you come
right away or I leak the video.  Not that you wouldn't come, right?  I
mean, let's be honest... I'm a good looking guy with a big fucking cock.
You should feel lucky I chose you."  He snapped the door shut.


And there I was, still on my knees covered in the frat boy's warm cum.
Blackmailed.  But to be honest... this might be kind of exciting... as much
of a fucking douchebag this guy seemed to be... I would suck his cock again
any day.


I locked the door after he left and let some of his warm boy cum drip into
my mouth.  Damn this was hot... I also had a raging erection from pretty
much the moment I got on my knees.  Without further ado, I dropped my own
pants and underwear, flopped onto Evan's bed, wiped as much of his cum off
myself with my hand as I could (and I could get a fair amount - the dude
came buckets) and slathered it on my own hard cock.


I stroked my 7" cock up and down, lubricating it with Evan's cum.  I
trembled just thinking about what had happened... countless ropes of cum
arching all over my face as he filmed me with a smug grin.  Used me.
Fuck... I stroked faster and faster, imagining that smug fucking face.
Imagining that strong hand that shoved me back to the ground.  Imagining
that big thick cock shoved deep in my throat.  He was right - I would do it
again in a heartbeat.


Just then the door clicked unlocked and swung open.  It was Evan again.  I
stopped, hand around my lubed up cock, and froze.


Evan gave me the biggest, cockiest smirk I'd ever seen.  "I fucking thought
so."  He slammed the door shut leaving me alone again.


END OF CHAPTER ONE.


***


I hope you enjoyed!  If you did, please feel free to write me with any
feedback/critiques/questions/suggestions at stuartjamessharp@gmail.com.  If
I hear from enough people I'll write another story (or keep this one going
- let me know what you'd prefer!).


-Stuart