From: an92721@anon.penet.fi
Reply-To: an92721@anon.penet.fi
Date: Tue, 26 Apr 1994 17:33:05 UTC
Subject: Dan (m/m Fraternity)

Dan (m/m)

This is another "True Fraternity Story" by Dreamer... 
comments, correspondence, and your stories are welcome 
(please note the new anon address- summer e-mail account)


	I'd worked with Dan for almost a year and a half in 
an office on campus before we got to know each other.  
He'd had a bad semester earlier in the year, and had 
gotten a bad reputation for not coming in to work, which 
everyone just assumed meant he was a bad worker.  So, 
when I was made supervisor of the students working in my 
area I was all ready to have to deal with a problem 
employee.
	The first day of the semester Dan showed up right on 
time, and worked really hard-- harder, in fact, than most 
of the other students in the office.  I was impressed as 
hell, and I think that's when I actually started 
"noticing" him.  He was about five foot ten inches, maybe 
one sixty in weight.  He was slim, but had broad shoulder 
for his build.  His hair was wavy brown, and cut just 
short enough to make it sit right on the edge of being 
unruly.  His hands were wide, and he had short fingers 
which had the nails bitten down pretty far.  His eyes 
were a light gray with very dark rings around the iris.  
He was stunning.  I was stunned.
	As the semester progressed, we got to know each 
other better.  We'd talk on break, or chat when the work 
run was slow (which wasn't very often), and I found out 
he was a brother at a fraternity which was just a few 
blocks down from mine.  The problems he'd had the 
semester before were do to his becoming chair of one of 
the fraternity's philanthropies.  They had had their best 
year ever, but his gpa had plummeted to near rock bottom.
	I realized Dan was attractive for quite a while 
before I found out I was attracted to him.  It was a 
goofy afternoon, and I happened to run into him in the 
bathroom.  I was just washing up after lunch, and he was 
standing at one of the urinals.  We said casual hey's, 
and I washed my hands.  As I was getting ready to leave, 
when another of the students I supervised came in and 
nodded to me, then saw Dan at the urinal.
	"Hey, Dan!" he yelled, "Whatcha got in your hand?"
	The two of us by the sinks laughed, but Dan looked 
down, then looked back up at us, smiled, shrugged, and 
said, "Not much."
	I don't know what it was about that, but I just got 
all silly inside.

	A few weeks later (it just happened to be my 
birthday), we were both working the receptionist 
consoles, taking incoming calls, and the subject 
naturally turned to women (of all things).  I happened to 
mention how I had gotten a call from a girl (so I said) 
who had seen me at a performance (I dance with a folk 
ensemble) and wanted to go out.
	Dan asked what I was wearing at the time.  I told 
him they were some rather tight Polish pants and a vest.  
He smiled broadly, nodded his head, and said, "Ahhh, so 
she just saw your package and wanted a little of it."
	I blushed, and laughed "Yea, right."
	"Things like that never happen to me," he said.
	"Maybe you're not wearing your pants tight enough." 
I replied.
	"No sense wearing 'em tight when there's not much 
package to display now, is there??" he laughed.
	I smiled and went back to answering phone calls, 
feeling all silly again.  I managed to sneak a glance at 
his package when he stood up once, but he dressed kinda 
preppy and wears the baggy jeans that leave a lot to the 
imagination.  So I started imagining.
	By the time the end of my shift came around, I was 
horny as hell.  "When you off work?" I asked Dan.
	"Not till 6:00," he replied, "Why?"
	"I was going to go out for a quick drink for my 
birthday-- you want to come??"
	"I have to work..." he said.
	I scanned the schedule on the wall.  There was 
adequate coverage for a rainy night, so I ran a pencil 
through his name on the schedule, then initaled it.
	"No you're not." I said.
	"You can't do that..." Dan said.
	"Why not, I schedule everyone, I can unschedule 
them.  You want to come?"
	He had his jacket in his hand before I had finished 
the sentence.  We grabbed our book bags and headed for 
downtown.

	The bar was practically empty.  Dan and I grabbed a 
table and the waitress came over looking like any other 
bimbo waitress.  "What would you like?"  She asked.
	I was clueless about what I was in the mood for, but 
Dan ordered a Seven and Seven on the rocks.  I asked the 
waitress for a suggestion for something sweet, and Dan 
chimed in.
	"Try a Nuts and Berries, you'll love it.  Ameretto, 
Chambourd and Cream."
	I nodded to the waitress, and we sat back waiting 
for our drinks.
	We filled the time with casual banter about the 
office, then, out of the blue, Dan asked:
	"Do you smoke?"
	I was confused. "Only when I'm really really drunk."
	"No, do you smoke pot?" he asked.
	"Why?  Are you a Narc?" I joked.
	"No, it's just something I like to know about 
people.  You don't have to answer if you--"
	"Yes," I responded, "I do, but it's been a while."
	Dan smiled.  It was then that the waitress brought 
our drinks.  We paid, and she flittered away.
	"I never thought I'd get high." Dan said after a few 
sips, "But my roommate came back from spring break last 
year with some really nice stuff, and I tried it.  It was 
great!  And no hangover, you've got to like that..."
	I nodded and smiled, enjoying my drink (if you like 
sweet drinks, I highly recommend this one).
	"Well," I said casually, "If one of us ever gets a 
hold of any, we'll have to call the other."
	"Dude," he said with a big grin, "I've got this huge 
bud in my bedroom as we speak."
	My smile grew even bigger.
	"You up for it?" he asked.  "It would make a great 
birthday gift for you."
	I slammed the rest of my drink and simply said 
"Let's go."

	Dan had a private room at the house.  He held some 
fancy office this year (secretary or treasurer).  His 
room was the typical preppy fraternity room.  There was a 
bunk bed-- the top bunk was made, and the bottom wasn't.  
The couch was the typical brown on brown, three cushion 
plaid hide-a-bed.  There were a few posters on the wall, 
and some pictures of his family on the desk.
	He ushered me into the room and shut and locked the 
door, throwing a towel along the bottom of it.  "If 
anyone smells this," he said, "they'll all want some..."
	I sat myself down towards the end of the couch while 
Dan threw his bag on his bed.  He pulled off the 
sweatshirt he was wearing, leaving the white tee shirt 
with the Top Ten Reasons to be an Accounting Major on.  
He kicked off his shoes and socks, and indicated I could 
do the same, so I did.
	I stashed my bag by the end of the couch as he 
rummaged through his top dresser drawer.  By the time I 
had turned back around, he had a good sized bong out, 
along with a plastic bag.
	Grabbing a lighter off the desk, he moved to the 
couch and plopped himself down right beside me.  He 
handed me the bong to hold (it was already filled with 
water), and fished into the plastic bag to pull out one 
of the biggest buds I'd seen since I spent a spring break 
at Daytona Beach.
	The expression on my face must have been one of pure 
astonishment, because he laughed as he took the bong back 
and packed the tube expertly.
	Holding the lighter out to me, he generously offered 
me the first hit, but I politely declined because I was 
still trying to figure out which holes needed closed with 
what fingers to make it work right.
	Dan grabbed the folding chair from his desk, and set 
the bong on it, bending forward so his mouth reached the 
opening on the top.  I leaned forward as well, but not 
before noticing that the back of his jeans were loose 
enough that I could see the white jockeys he had on 
underneath them.
	I watched as he took his first hit, and mimicked his 
hold on the device as I took mine.  Damn it was good 
stuff!!  My throat and lungs were burning like crazy, but 
I fought the urge to exhale as long as I could, which 
happened to be a hell of a lot longer than Dan.  I 
exhaled just as he finished his second hit.
	While I went for another round (without giving 
myself much time to breathe between) Dan got up and put 
on some nice rhythmic Reggae.  It's amazing how the sound 
of that style of music changes as you get stoned.
	After another two or three rounds, we were both 
pretty stupid.  I refused another round, so Dan eased the 
chair holding the bong away from the couch with his foot 
as I leaned back to relax into the music which was 
caressing my head.
	All of the sudden, I felt something on my lap.  
Looking down took a while, but when I finally got there, 
I noticed Dan was spread out along the couch, and his 
legs were across my lap.
	"Do you mind?" he asked.
	"Hey," I said, "Your dope, your room, your couch..."
	"Yea," was all he could say-- the two of us burst of 
laughing.
	We just stayed there and listened to the music for a 
while.  I took my hands out from behind my head and 
draped them across Dan's legs.  I don't even think he 
noticed.  It was about twenty minutes later (stoned time 
of course) that I noticed how close I was to Dan's 
crotch.  My elbow was mear inches from his package.  And 
since he was lying down, his jeans were pulled a little 
tighter than usual, and I could actually see some sort of 
mass behind the denim.
	Then, out of the blue came, "See, it's not that big 
of a package."
	I'd been caught.  Oh shit.  Flattery and stupidity 
get you out of a lot of things, but at the moment I was 
better suited for the latter so I said:
	"Huh?"
	"My package isn't that big.  Weren't you looking at 
it?"
	I wanted to say no, but instead said, "It's not all 
that small."
	"I don't know," he said, genuinely contemplative.  
One of his hands snaked down and gripped the mass hiding 
there and squeezed.  "It looks a lot smaller than yours."
	"You're checking my package out?" I blurted, my cock 
giving a little pulse beneath his legs.
	"Well, yea."
	I didn't know what to say, so Dan swung his legs 
around and sat up.
	"Look," he said, grabbing his crotch in one hand.  
"There's a lot less here than there is here."  Then he 
cupped my crotch with the other hand.  "Come on, feel 
them, you'll see."
	I shrugged my shoulders and reached over to Dan's 
crotch and cupped it.  I could feel the heat of his body 
beneath the denim.  I gave it a gentle squeeze, and heard 
Dan sigh.  I felt his cock twitch a little bit.
	Looking up at his face, his head had fallen back and 
his eyes had closed.  There was a smile on his face.
	"But it's not soft that counts when it comes right 
down to it," I said, squeezing again and moving my hand 
in a little circle.
	"Oh, Dude," he said.
	I could feel his cock stiffening beneath my hand.  
He still had a grip on my iron rod, and squeezed it back.  
When I could definitely make out the difference between 
his cock and balls, a leaned over and nuzzled my face 
into his groin, wrapping my mouth over the tube of flesh 
that hid under the jeans.
	I swung around so I was kneeling on the floor 
between Dan's knees.  He was letting out little moans as 
his dick got harder.
	He reached down and undid the buckle on his belt, 
then dropped his hands as I increased the pressure on his 
dick by using my teeth.  I reached up and undid the 
buttons that made up the fly, and opened the two flaps of 
denim to reveal his snow white briefs.  His cock was 
pointing downward and stretching the hell out of his 
underwear, so I reached up and swung it around so it 
pointed up at his belly, then went back to mouthing him 
through his unnerwear.
	His hips lifted slightly, and I slid his jeans down 
around his ankles, and then started caressing the mass of 
testicles that were packed so tightly into those BVD's.
	A wet spot appeared just below the waistband of his 
shorts.  Accompanied by another series of moans.  Again, 
his hips lifted, and I pulled his underwear down to join 
his jeans.
	He was right, his cock wasn't very long, but it was 
really thick, and his balls were huge and hairless.  His 
light brown bush stayed close to his cock, just letting a 
little trail escape up towards his navel.  His cock 
bounced once, twice, then was standing straight up, 
pointing at my mouth.  I went down on him in a fury of 
lips and tongue.
	Reaching up with my other hand, I cupped his smooth 
balls.  He started flexing his butt cheeks, making his 
hips rise to meet my descending mouth.  I inhaled deeply, 
enjoying the faint scent of boy/man coming off of him.
	His balls started creeping upwards, but they were so 
big they didn't have a lot of room to move.  I slipped a 
finger behind them and massaged the underside of his 
groin.  I felt him tense, and then tense again.  All of 
the sudden he was almost spasming, and every time his 
hips thrust forward, he shot a load of semen into my 
mouth.  When it was done, he shook for a few seconds 
longer, the spoke.
	"That was intense man."  I sighed.  I was afraid 
he'd throw me out, but instead, he leaned forward and 
grabbed my shoulders, pushing me to the floor.
	I had to swing to the right a little to avoid the 
chair, but I managed to lay down without too much 
trouble.
	The next thing I knew, Dan was tearing at my belt, 
and unzipping my jeans.  They were gone before I was 
really aware of it, and so were my boxers.
	"You've got to experience this..." he said just 
before engulfing my cock.  He was an expert dick sucker-- 
he took me all the way to the root on the first dive.  
His tongue caressed the underside of my shaft every time 
as he came up each time, and one hand fondled my balls 
while the other caressed the lines where my thighs joined 
my pelvis.  It was incredible.
	If you've never had paisley sex, I highly recommend 
it.  The orgasm I had seemed to go on forever.  I could 
count to five between pulses from my cock and I counted 
eight pulses of sperm getting shot down Dan's throat.
	When it was over, I just laid on the floor, panting, 
feeling my dick soften.  I opened my eyes, and Dan was 
staring at me.  "See," he said, "You've got a hell of a 
lot more down there than I do!"  Then he handed me the 
bong.

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Again, standard deal, drop me mail if you liked it (I 
like to know my writing is going to good uses).  The anon 
server makes us just numbers, so don't be afraid to 
comment.  Get as specific as you want about what you 
liked.  I'm sure Dan will want to know that people 
enjoyed it too, so I'll pass comments on to him if they 
apply.                                        ==Dreamer