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Date: Sun,  4 Sep 1994 20:16:57 UTC
Subject: STORY: Delta Chi

Warning:  The following story contains descriptions of male-male
sexual relations.  It may or may not be consensual.  It may contain a
bevy of other things that you find offensive.  If so, please discontinue
reading it.  If you have any comments, send them.  I *always*
answer my e-mail (even flames).


I'm a member of Delta Chi fraternity at a University in the
midwest.  While there are a lot of homophobes here in the middle of
corn country, you'd be suprised at how willing many men are to
share their piece of America's (Bread)basket with another all-
American boy!
While the fraternity system generally reinforces homophobic
ideologies and notions, it is also a place where many gay men find
companionship.  There are a lot of homophobes in my house, and
sometimes listening to them is annoying as hell, but there's a
surprising number of gay friendly and gay curious men as well.  It is
on my experiences with these men that this (and possibly other)
story will focus.

I went to the four way exchange with the Tri-Delt's, the A-
Phi's, the Pikes and our house.  I expected a good time, and was not
disappointed.  Anywhere I can go and tap a keg for a while can't be
too bad.  I knew a lot of the people at the party, so I wasn't lacking
company.  Our house is next to the Pike house, so we use both back
yards and there is more than enough space to roam around, and group off. 
It was getting pretty late (er, early), and I was buzzed in a
major way.  I had had maybe 5 or 6 beers, and lots of people were
starting to leave to more intimate parties in individual rooms, or to
comfortable places to pass out for the night.  I figured I might as well
exit gracefully, and started towards my house. 

I was stopped by a couple of friends to talk for a few minutes--
which turned into a half hour.  I begged off with some excuse and
continued across the Pike's yard toward ours when I heard another
person calling my name.  I pretended not to notice, but they wouldn't
relent.  Finally, I stopped and turned around to find Jamey standing
there.  Jamey and I had gone to high school together although he was
a year behind me.  Although we had both come to the same
University, I hadn't seen him much and never realized that he had
pledged Pike until tonight.  What a shock it was to see him.  He had
obviously been lifting weights since he got to college, because his
body had filled out nicely.  While he had never been over-weight, he
was now finely toned.  We had fooled around a couple of times in HS,
but nothing serious had ever come of it.  I had beat him off, and he
did me.  We knocked off a couple of times.

He started to talk about old times, but I couldn't tear my eyes
off his chest and basket.  He was HOT!  I muttered something to a
question he asked me, and laughed at some lame joke.  He asked me
if I was feeling okay, and I told him I thought I was drunk, and
maybe I needed to lie down.  He fell right into my trap, and asked if
I wanted him to take me to my room.  I said that would be great. 
We could do some catch-up.

He put his arm behind me and started to guide me towards my
house.  There were only a few people passed out on the furniture
downstairs, and we climbed the stairs to my floor.  As we got to my
door, Jamey asked me where my key was.  I told him it was in my
pocket.  He reached his hand in to fish for it, and found my half hard
dick poking up towards the pocket.  He didn't shy away from my
cock, and continued looking until he had found the key.  He gave it
an extra rub, it seemed, before pulling his hand out and opening the
door. 

My roommate had gone away for the weekend to see his
girlfriend.  Although she couldn't give him head nearly as good as I
could, images were everything so he'd go home once a month to bone
her and then return to school where I served his needs and he mine. 
It was nothing monogomous.  It just worked out well to fuck every
now and then--but I didn't mind not having him here tonight.  Jamey
pushed me through the door, and I sat down on the couch.  He put on
some mellow music--Indigo Girls, I think--and sat down next to me. 
His jeans were faded and tight--his shirt was a nice button down
plaid.  I was dressed similarly. 

"God it's hot," I said, and pulled my shirt off.  "You can take
your shoes off and get comfortable," I suggested as I kicked my own
into a corner. Jamey had sat down beside me--not too close, but not distant,
either.  We talked about the usual stuff, and soon our conversation
drifted to old times.  By this time, my buzz was wearing off.  I didn't
let on though, and asked Jamey if he minded if I lay down.  He said
he didn't and so I quickly threw my legs up on the couch--drunkenly
*wink wink*--and dropped my head in his lap.  I closed my eyes and
waited. 

Jamey didn't move to get up, so I kept talking, breathing
particularly heavily on his crotch.  My head faced his stomach, and I
could smell a faint musk--I wished his pants weren't in the way.  My
hot breath was soon having its effect, and I could see through my
half-parted eyes that Jamey's cock was stiring. 

While we shot the shit and he got hotter,  I thought back to
those days in the lockerroom.  I had always liked Jamey's ass most. 
He had no hair on his body except for a sparse patch above his meat. 
That's not to say he was underdeveloped.  Jamey had one of the
nicest pieces of dickmeat I had ever laid eyes on.  Perfectly thick and
deliciously long, I knew I'd be sliding it down my throat tonight.
I was brought back from my reverie as Jamey mentioned that
he wished there was some bitch in the room to blow him. 

Opportunity had just knocked on the proverbial door.  I reached up
and began to stroke Jamey's hard-on through his pants leg and said
that although there were no women here, I could remember some
good times we had had back in HS.  I smiled and opened my eyes. 
Jamey looked sorta glazed over.  I think he was on the brink of
decision, and so I thought I'd help him out.  I told him I'd show
him a new trick I'd learned since the last time I beat him off. With that,
I moved my teeth up to the waistband of his jeans, and began to pull
at his belt with my teeth.  Soon, I had unbuckled his belt and pulled
his zipper down with my teeth.  Just like the old days, Jamey had on
no underwear.  I breathed in his musky scent, and began to lick at
the flesh I had just exposed. 

Jamey had begun unbuttoning his shirt, and I pulled his jeans
down over his hips, throwing them in a pile in the corner.  His shirt
followed, and soon Jamey was sitting before me naked.  He smelled
luscious.  His dick was just as perfect as I had remembered it.  I had
never had my mouth on it, and I didn't waste a moment before I
began to lick the head and fondle his balls.  Jamey's legs had grown
some sparse hair, but not much above the knee.  His balls were still
beautifully bare.  I licked his groin all over--sucked on his nuts one
by one.  I spread his legs and tickled his thighs with the tip of my
tongue, and then engulfed his prick in my mouth.  I went up and
down his hard shaft, and saliva dribbled down his long shaft as I
sucked upwards.  I could never have imagined such a beautiful frat
boy would be here before me tonight.

Soon, Jamey was pumping my head up and down and telling
me to suck him faster and faster.  I didn't complain and let him ram
his pole into my mouth until he sprayed his cum inside me.  I kept
licking as he got soft, cleaning his lovely dick with my tongue. 
I knelt before him and laid my head in his lap as he caught his
breath.  "That was my first real time with another guy," he offered. 

"What can I do for you?  How can I get you off?" 

"Whatever you want, stud," I replied.  "Do you have any fantasies?"

"I"ve always wondered what it'd be like to get it up the ass. 
Wanna be my first?"

I didn't respond but to turn him over and spread his cheeks
with my hands.  Rimming is one of my favorite things to do, so I
dove into his hairless crack and began to taste the essence of the
man.  I licked and sucked at his ass cheeks, circled, barely touching
his asshole, but not quite.  Jamey was moaning and humping at the
couch.  I could tell he was hard again.  I slipped my tongue between
his legs and licked at his balls.  All at once, I dove into his asshole,
digging my tongue in as far as I could.  I slid a finger in and began to
fuck him with my finger.  With my other hand, I unbuttoned my
jeans and slid them off.  I kept licking and sucking and sliding in

fingers until three fit comfortably.  I spit on my dick and positioned
it at the hole and slowly pushed in.

As my head broke through, Jamey cried out.  I stopped for a
moment, and waited.  Soon, he pushed back, and I pushed forward.  I
slid and slid into his hot wet hole.  It was so tight and beautiful. 
When I was all the way in, I colapsed on his back, wrapping my arms
around his torso.  I began to thrust my hips a little bit--fucking him
slowly.  Meanwhile, I was pumping his dick again.  Jamey was
throwing his head back, and telling me to go harder and harder.  I
complied and began to go faster.  Soon, I was thrusting for all I was
worth.  Jamey came and then so did I--shooting my love juices deep
inside him.

I pulled my softening dick from his hole with a little pop, and
he turned around, his chest dripping with his cum.  I slowly put my
hand on it, and began to rub it around.  We hugged, pressing the slick
juice between us.  I held him close.  We climbed into my bed and
slept in one another's arms.  I never fucked Jamey again after that
night--but I did fuck another guy who'd made it with him.  I guess I
was a pretty good teacher, 'cause the other guy complemented him
on his skill.  What can I say?

 
Delta Chi 2: Sam and Goose

	I'm a member of Delta Chi fraternity at a University in the 
midwest.  While there are a lot of homophobes here in the middle of 
corn country, you'd be suprised at how willing many men are to 
share their piece of AmericaUs (Bread)basket with another all-
American boy!
	While the fraternity system generally reinforces homophobic 
ideologies and notions, it is also a place where many gay men find 
companionship.  There are a lot of homophobes in my house, and 
sometimes listening to them is annoying as hell, but thereUs a 
surprising number of gay friendly and gay curious men as well.  It is 
on my experiences with these men that this story will focus.
 
	Sam and I had a lot in common.  Both of us wore the same 
letters--and we were also both in elected student govUt positions.  We 
both had offices within the Student Government Association (SGA) 
office in the University's Student Union.  Recently the University 
invested in a new ID system so that to get into the SGA office late at 
night, authorized students can scan their University ID and the door 
will unlock for them.  Staff members and students with offices in the 
SGA office and also those students who work the front desk have 
authorization to the SGA office even though it is officially closed after 
5 at night.  
	Sometimes, if students have papers to work on or print off, 
they will come in after hours so that they don't have to fight for a 
computer in the labs on campus.  The IBM labs are always full, and 
since there is a free laser printer in the SGA (for official use only--
sure, whatever) many students opt to drop in after hours.
	I really like to study in my office after hours as well.  In my 
office, friends can reach me by phone if they want--and they know 
IUm here.  Furthermore, I'm pretty much cut off from people who just 
Rdrop byS to say hi.  
	One night, as I was studying, I heard the door unlock.  My door 
was propped open, but I didn't look out to see who it was.  I heard 
another door unlock and figured it was one of the five other student 
officers who have offices.  I saw a couple of minutes later Sam's light 
go on.
	"Hey, Sam, what's up?" I called.
	"Nothin' much.  The library's really fucking loud though.  
People stopping to talk to me every five seconds.  I hoped it'd be a 
little quieter here.  Mind if I turn on some tunes?" he asked.
	"Go ahead."  I turned back to my books.  Sam's CD player 
whirred to life with some 10,000 Maniacs, and I began to hum along 
unconsciously.
	"Did you say something?" asked Sam from my doorway.  I 
looked up flustered--I hadn't heard him walk in.
	"No," I said.  "I guess I was just kind of humming.  I'm sorry."  I 
looked at Sam.  He was dressed in biking shorts and an A-Phi fall 
formal t-shirt.  "You give me phi-ver" the front said.  Such a truth 
because Sam looked really good.  He stands maybe 5'11", 175 lbs.  He 
has dark wavy hair and is just perfectly proportioned.  Sam plays 
hard and is physically active--but he's not particularly defined  Add 
on his tan which accented the fine black hairs that sit on his arms 
and cover his legs, and youUve got a fine piece of man.
	Sam started to walk over to my chair.  "Whatcha reading?" he 
asked.  He was standing behind my chair, and I was facing the desk.  
He put his hands on the back of my chair and leaned over to look at 
my book.
	"East Asian History.  I guess I need a break," I joked, "I'm just a 
bit too intense."  Sam was looking over my shoulder and his mouth 
was right next to my ear.  I could feel his breath and my cock was 
beginning to stir in my cotton shorts.  He was looking at my book.  I 
turned my head towards him and looked at his mouth.  It was pouty 
and beautiful.  Our heads moved together, and soon our lips were 
touching.  
	I don't know what happened.  I had never really considered 
fucking Sam before.  He had seemed a real straight arrow.  It wasnUt 
just me kissing either.  Sam was kissing me harder.  I opened my 
mouth, and soon his tongue was entering.  We were kissing 
passionately.  I turned my chair around slowly and stood up never 
breaking the kiss.
	We stopped for a moment to breathe, and I pulled Sam's body 
to mine holding him close.  His hands moved down and under my t-
shirt and he began running his hands around my back.  His cool 
hands felt great against skin that felt as if it was on fire.  Soon, he 
pulled the shirt over my head and it landed on the floor.  
	Sam dropped to his knees and I watched as his hands found 
my waistband and pulled down my shorts and boxers all at once, 
pushing them over by the shirt.  I had already taken off my Birks 
when I got in, so I was completely naked.  Sam kind of pushed me 
into my chair as I dropped in.  He began to lick and tease my inner 
thighs while he kneaded my calves with his strong hands.  My cock 
was rigid.  I was in disbelief and I lay my head back on the chair and 
closed my eyes letting the delicious sensations of his tongue and 
mouth wash over my body.
	Sam's tongue traveled up my thighs alternating back and forth 
and reached out to lick my nuts.  A tingling spike of electricity raced 
up my spine and struck my pleasure centers every time he would 
lap at my nut sack.  He moved up to lick the bottom of my cock, and 
when he got to the head, he ran his tongue all over it.  I was almost 
out of control with pleasure.  He was so good as he began to suck my 
cock up and down.  I could feel the tension flowing into my dick, 
releasing the rest of my body from its harsh tense state.  
	Sam sucked and sucked at my dick-shaft and then lapped at 
my balls until I thought I would scream.  Somehow, my hands began 
to rub and squeeze my nipples adding to my pleasure.  I was getting 
messages from all over my body about how great I felt.  Soon I was 
about to cum and I couldn't wait.
	"I'm gonna cum, Sam, I'm gonna cum!" I said as I massaged his 
hair pulling his head up and down.  Sam kept on sucking and licking 
as I came--pumping my sperm down his throat and releasing all of 
my knotted up tension.  
	Sam kept licking at my cock as it got soft.  He kneeled before 
me and rubbed my thighs.  I felt as if I couldn't move--like I was 
paralyzed with pleasure.  Soon, all I could think about was SamUs dick 
and how much I wanted to pay him back for all the pleasure he had 
just given me.
	I opened my eyes and saw the smile on his face.  RYour turn,S I 
said as I pulled him up to standing.  I pulled his t-shirt up and began 
to lick at his nipples.  They became hard and I sucked and licked at 
their little ripples.  Sam pulled the shirt over his head, throwing it 
down to mine.  I pulled down his shorts.  He had on a jock strap, and 
I pulled the pouch over to the side as he kicked his flip-flops over to 
the wall.  I put my hands on his ass, and pulled his crotch to my 
mouth.  
	I ran my fingers over Sam's hairy ass--tracing the line of his 
ass crack down to his hole.  I licked at Sam's pubic bush and his dick 
sprang to life.  I licked at the line where his leg meets his balls, and 
sucked one of his nuts into my mouth.  He moaned really deeply, and 
moved back so that his ass was resting on the edge of the desk.  My 
hands rubbed at his nipples and stroked his cock as I licked and 
sucked at his balls.
	Sam wasn't incredibly endowed.  His dick was rather short, and 
average width.  I didnUt care.  His balls were beautifully hairy, and I 
could smell his delicious flesh.  Sam was a friend and now more.  I 
wanted him--and I engulfed his dick in my mouth, sucking it from 
the root to the head, slowly, slowly, and then swiped my tongue over 
the head.  Each time I went down and then back up, Sam groaned.  I 
could feel him close to cumming, so I decided I'd eat out his ass.
	I pulled my mouth off his cock, and asked him to turn over.  I 
dropped out of my chair and knelt behind him as he laid face down 
on the desk, his legs spread.  His ass was firm and perfect.  Fine black 
hairs covered the tan globes of his butt.  I knew he had been tanning 
on the fraternity house roof naked--most of the brotherUs did 
because our house was the highest building for a long ways, and 
there was a little deck on top just for that purpose.  I began to lick at 
his hairy cheeks.  They tasted slightly of sweat and I licked every 
inch.  I followed the crack of his butt to his hole and ran my tongue 
around the edge of his pink rosebud before I flicked my tongue over 
the beautiful pucker.  
	As the tip of my tongue flicked over his asshole, I could feel his 
body flinch.  I circled it again for a while, flicking at the tender hole 
every once in a while with increasing frequency.  Finally, when Sam 
was moaning particularly loudly, I began to plunge my tongue in and 
out of his hole.  Sam was really hot and telling me he wanted to cum 
badly.  He turned around and I began to lick his dick again.  Sam was 
really getting into it as I began to bob my head up and down on his 
dick.
	All of a sudden, Sam pulled my head off my dick, and I 
watched as he went limp with no warning.  "What the fuck.  Two 
faggots, eh!"  I turned around to see Goose.  Goose worked in the 
office during the week, and so his card would unlock the door.  
Neither Sam or I had considered that in our passion.  He was another 
brother--and I had no idea what might happen.  He had never made 
anti-gay comments that I knew of, but that didn't mean he didnUt 
harbor them.  "Homo's in our house.  Whaddya know?"  He taunted.  
Sam had lost his erection and so had I.  We were both staring 
incredulously.
	Goose was well built.  He stood about 6'4" and was always 
tanned.  He went mountain climbing a lot and his body rippled with 
muscles.  He was an all around hot guy--relatively hairless with 
particularly rugged features.  His hair was always unkempt, and he 
seemed kind of clueless until you got to know him.
	"You fags put on a quite a show.  I could use for a little fuckin' 
myself.  Why don't you just go ahead and suck off our brother Sam 
here and I'll just show you what fucking is," he said to me.  Sam and 
I just stared still kind of shocked.  "Suck his cock, dammit!" he yelled.  
I turned around and continued what I had been doing.  Sam sat back, 
closed his eyes, and began to guide my head up and down.  Just as I 
was getting my rhythm again, I felt Goose kneeling behind me 
getting ready to plow my ass.  
	I felt his cockhead at the entrance to my hole and he started to 
push forward.  "Don't make a sound," he told me.  He pushed in faster 
than I would have liked as dry and unprepared as I was, but I had 
little choice.  It seemed as if his cock was the size of the SearUs Tower, 
as he pushed and pushed and pushed into me.  All the time, Sam was 
guiding my head up and down on his dick.
	I felt Goose's hands on my back as he began to push in and out 
of my hole.  "You're tight as hell," he sighed.  He began to moan with 
every thrust in and groan as he pulled out.  Sam, too, was making 
little whimpering noises as I went down on him.  I licked at his balls 
for a little while before he pulled me back to his cock.
	Goose was thrusting in and out pretty fast--faster than my 
head was going up and down on SamUs cock.  I was in heaven.  
GooseUs dick filled me up perfectly and I loved being filled up.  Sam 
was filling up my other end.  I was thrilled and tried to do my best 
to suck well and flex my ass muscles at the same time.  Pretty soon, 
Sam was yelling that he was going to cum.  Goose was hitting my 
prostate with every thrust, and I was getting ready to come too.
	Goose had been grunting and groaning ever since he had first 
thrust into me, so I didnUt know how close he was.  I came first, 
shooting on Sam's feet.  My orgasm was really intense and set Goose 
off.  He shot his hot cream into my butthole, and kept thrusting.  Sam 
was right on our tracks and began to fill up my mouth.  I swallowed 
and swallowed as he plunged his cock in and out of my mouth.  
	Goose finally stopped thrusting, and pulled his cock out of my 
ass.  Sam's dick fell out of my mouth, too.  I felt very warm but 
empty inside.
	"That was one hell of a fuck," said Goose.
	"No doubt.  Totally intense," added Sam.
	I just sat, resting my head on SamUs leg, smiling.  It felt so good 
to have pleased both of these men that I just wanted to burst.  I had 
sex with Sam a couple more times, but Goose just went on like 
nothing had ever happened.  If that's the way he wanted it--fine.  
Too bad he never realized what he was missing.


Delta Chi 3: Cory

	Yet again, I lay in my bed half awake on my side.  My cover 
was pulled up tight to my chin and I rested with my eyes closed.  My 
roommate's alarm clock had just gone off a few minutes ago.  Cory 
had gotten up and left for the showers.  I could never fall back 
asleep after it went off, so I just closed my eyes and tried to doze 
through the hour before I had to get up.
	As on every Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning when he 
got up for his nine oUclock (my first class didn't start until ten), Cory 
walked into the room in just a towel, shutting the door behind him 
silently.  He rarely made a sound as he got ready.  His hair was 
already towel dried, and stood up everywhere.  He walked over to 
his closet and set his shower bucket on the bottom shelf.  He 
removed the towel and dried his arms, torso, legs and feet before 
hanging it on a hook on his closet door.  He picked up a brush from 
his dresser and began to brush his hair into place, parting it on the 
side.  He picked up a bottle of gel and began to apply some to his 
hair.
	I lay in my bed with my eyes half closed looking at him.  My 
bed was the top bunk, so I could see everything that happened in the 
room without moving.  I was very convincing at faking sleep--and 
had had a lot of practice this first month of school--so I wasn't 
worried about Cory realizing that I was watching him.
	He stood in front of the mirror naked.  Cory was about 6'4" tall.  
He was very fit and lean but not particularly muscular.  His hair was 
brown and his eyes were brown--unless he was wearing his contacts, 
and then they were blue.  Cory had a little hair on his legs, none on 
his butt or upper body with the exception of normal hairy areas--
and even the hair in his armpits and crotch was fairly sparse.  His 
dick was nice.  It hung about 4 inches flaccid over a nice set of balls.  
I'd never been close enough to see if he had hair on his nuts.  I 
hoped to someday.  What really attracted me to Cory was his ass.  He 
had a grand ass.  His cheeks were rounded, with the little 
indentations well defined on the sides.  I could just picture a perfect 
fit--his ass and my hands and mouth.
	Cory finished with his hair and began to put his contacts in.  He 
put the right one in first.  He was successful and began to put in the 
left one.  He wasn't so lucky on the left.  He dropped it on the ground, 
and got on all fours to find it.  This position afforded me a perfect 
view of that butt--and his rosebud with his balls dangling below 
hypnotizing me.  Especially when he began to squat, instead of kneel.  
I felt the urge to jump from my bed and mount him right there.  I 
just stroked myself slowly instead and contin'ed watching.  He found 
the lens and rinsed it out and put it in.
	Then, he began to inspect his body in the mirror.  After a few 
mintes of looking at his face, he found a zit on the side of his face.  
He burst it and applied clearasil from the tube on the dresser.  I 
wondered if he wasn't imagining it.  He could find the smallest 
imperfections in his skin--and I thought most of them were 
imagined.  When he asked me, I could never see them, but he still 
swore they were there.
	He looked at his back in the mirror, then ran his hand over his 
left butt cheek a few times.  He seemed satisfied with his back.  He 
looked at his chest and then he moved his dick around, looking at it 
from all sides.  After a few seconds, he seemed to be pleased enough 
so he checked out his legs and feet.  When he was satisfied that his 
body was okay, he put Lubriderm lotion on his arms and legs and his 
butt.  He rubbed his chest and shoulders and his back.  Once it was 
rubbed in, he walked over to his underwear drawer and withdrew a 
pair.  He held them in front of him, and looked in the mirror.  He 
must not have been satisfied, because he put them back and pulled 
out a different colored pair.  On the third try, he found a pair that he 
liked, and he put them on.
	He walked over to his laundry basket and pulled out some 
jeans shorts and pulled them on and grabbed a fresh t-shirt.  It said 
"Co-ed Naked Law Enforcement:  Up against the wall and spread em"  
He tucked his boxers into the legs of his jeans and then his shirt in as 
well.  Finally, he put on a leather belt and BirkUs.  He looked at 
himself in the mirror.  He picked his watch up off of his dresser and 
put that on.  Satisfied with his appearance, he opened our little 
refrigerator.  He pulled out two little cartons of orange juice, gulped 
them down and tossed them in the waste-basket.  One of them made 
it.  He grabbed his bookbag and left, closing the door quietly.
	I waited until I was sure he hadn't forgotten anything and then 
threw off my covers and began to beat off, dreaming of how I would 
seduce him.  I didn't see him very often and that was the problem.  
Although we were roommates and first year students, we had 
decided to pledge different houses.  I pledged Delta Chi, he pledged 
Phi Delta Theta.  We didn't socialize together, and except for 
mornings and evenings, I rarely saw him.  Our class schedules were 
different, we ate at different places, etc.  
	We seemed to get along all right when we were together.  The 
first couple of weeks we stuck together.  Both being first years, we 
didn't know how to get around, and you don't feel so stupid when 
thereUs some other clueless freshman around as well.  As soon as we 
pledged though, we seemed to drift apart.  I wanted us to get much 
closer.
	I watched Cory get dressed every chance I got, but there was 
never a real opportunity to get closer to him.  Finally, his girlfriend 
came down to visit for the weekend about three months after school 
had begun.  She stayed in our room, but nothing happened until I 
walked into the room after lunch and they were still sitting on our 
overstuffed chair watching cartoons.  They looked like they had just 
gotten up a little while ago.
	I wandered over to my computer which was sitting on the desk 
we shared.  I flipped it on and watched the little happy Macintosh.  
The little icons started to appear, and I started to watch whatever 
stupid cartoon they had put on.  I opened up Zterm, and logged onto 
the University UNIX.  They were sitting with the chair reclined, and 
Cory was sitting in front of Jen, between her legs.  She was wearing 
an overlarge t-shirt.  He was still in just his boxers.  He was leaning 
back against her.  He said he was going to get up and get something 
to drink.  She locked her arms through his and they began to wrestle 
playfully.  I smiled and turned to watch as she held him down.  
	It was kind of a cute romantic scene.  They were both laughing, 
and so was I.  Cory was yelling to me for help, but I was enjoying his 
bondage.  He was pushing his hips forward, trying to get away, and 
Jen was holding him tighter than ever.  The hole in the front of his 
boxers had opened up in his wrestling, and CoryUs dick was beginning 
to pop out.  About two inches had come out, and he could tell that I 
had noticed.
	"Help me out, roomie," he laughed.
	"No," Jen yelped, "help me--tickle him."
	I decided I would.  I walked over to them and began to tickle 
him below his armpits.  I ran my fingers down his sides.  He was 
lauging uncontrollably.  
	"Look's like Mr. Happy's popped out for a visit, eh Cory," I said, 
and reached down to his dick.  I grabbed it just below the head with 
my index finger and thumb, and gave him a little rub that only he 
could notice right where he was most sensitive on the underside 
right below his cockhead as I pushed him back into his boxers.  Then 
I patted his crotch kind of feeling up his balls, leaving my hand long 
enough for him to wonder.
	"There ya go.  Can't let the cow out of the barn, can we roomie," 
I joked.  Cory was still laughing from the tickling and Jen was 
laughing at the whole scene, when Cory finally broke free of her grip 
as she lost control in her laughter.  Cory stood up from the chair and 
I began to walk to the desk again when he hurried passed me.
	"My turn," he smiled, slapping my ass on the way past before 
taking my chair before the computer.  "Roomies should share 
everything, right."  He fingered his account from mine to see if he 
had any mail.
	"But roomie," I said, "you know I'd be happy to finger you 
anytime.  You just have to ask."  I sat down on his bed and leaned 
against the wall.  
	"I'll be sure to remember that," he said as he began reading his 
mail messages.  We watched cartoons a little longer, and soon I had 
to go to my house for clean-up.  I hated having to clean up the house 
on Saturday afternoon, but such is the life of a pledge.  As I left, Jen 
was curled up in the chair with a blanket she had pulled off of Cory"s 
bed, and he was reading his e-mail.
	"See ya later," I said to them both and I shut the door.
	I didn't sleep in my dorm room that night.  There was a party 
at the house, and I slept on my pledge dad"s couch while he fucked 
some whore in his loft.  I lay there awake, fairly drunk, waiting for 
them to stop grunting and groaning so that I could go to sleep.  
Within five minutes, it was over, and they quieted down enough that 
I could sleep.  I was hard as a rock and kinda disappointed that I 
hadn't gotten any.  Usually I can find some bitch to get my rocks off 
in, but the Kappa whom I had been working on all night said she was 
feeling sick and went home.  So, I lay horny on my pledge dad's 
couch envying him his fuck until I fell asleep.
	When I got back to my room about eleven in the morning, Cory 
was gone.  I stripped to my boxers, grabbed my bucket and a towel 
and went for a shower.  I smelled like stale beer and sweat and was 
looking forward to a long hot shower.  I stood under the water for a 
good long time before finally going back to the room, drying and 
throwing on a pair of boxers.  I wondered if I had any new mail on 
my VAX, so I logged on.  When I looked, it said I had two new 
messages.  One was from the Kappa who had gotten sick saying that 
she felt better and that we should go out sometime and sheUd make it 
up to me.  I wrote back to her telling her that it was for sure.  She 
damn well would make it up to me.  I'd be sure of that.
	The other one was from Cory.  It kind of shocked me at first.  It 
was sent almost right after I had left the day before.  It said:
 
	Roomie,
		If Jen doesn't put out this weekend, I just might
	ask you to finger me.  8)  Cory.  P.S.  Don't sleep too soundly--
	I'll get you for tickling me.
 
I couldn't believe it.  I just kind of sat there in shock wondering what 
he meant by it.  Maybe Cory wanted me just as bad as I wanted him.  
My stomach started to growl, and I logged off, throwing on some 
jeans and a t-shirt to go eat before the dining room closed at noon.  I 
met some friends there and after dinner I hung out in their dorm 
room and played Nintendo.  I got back to my room about midnight.
	Cory was already there, sitting in his boxers, logged onto the 
VAX.  He was reading some of his e-mail again.  I asked him if I had 
any e-mail, and he told me I had 1 message.  
	"Fuck it, I'll get it in the morning," I said as I pulled off my t-
shirt and began to unbuckle my jeans.  I kicked them into my closet 
and pulled off my ankle socks.  I threw them in my laundry and 
stood behind Cory as he read his mail.  "I think I'm going to bed."
	I climbed into my bed, and began to set my alarm clock for the 
appropriate time.  It would never go off because Cory would wake 
me up when he got up, but I figured it couldn't hurt.
	"Sleep sounds good," he said and turned off the overhead light.  
The only light came from a reading lamp by his bed.
	"So, did you get to bone her," I asked him as he stood before 
the mirror checking his complexion yet again.
	"Nope," he replied.  "She wouldn't put out at all."  He paused as 
he touched his cheek.  "Bitch.  I think I'm gonna break up with her.  
She hasn't fucked me since school started.  I'm so fucking horny."
	"Well, I'm sorry she wouldn't put out.  Not a very girlfriendly 
thing to do, eh.  Sorry for tickling you.  I probably should have 
stayed out of it," I said.  Cory walked over to his bed and sat down, 
arranging his covers.  He lay down and turned out the light.
	"To be honest, that was the most erotic thing that happened to 
me this weekend.  I'm no faggot, and I've never had another guy 
touch my dick before, but when you did, it was like your hand was 
electric," he paused for a moment.  "Don't think I'm gay though."
	"I've never touched another guy's dick either," I lied.  "But I 
must admit it was a great feeling.  I never imagined it'd feel like 
almost wanted to keep my hand there.  I know that sounds really 
stupid, cause I'm not gay, but I really didn't want to let go."  
	"I wouldn't tell."  I could hear him breathing.  "I didn't want 
you to let go," he said after several min'tes.  "When you didn't come 
home the next night, and I lay there with Jen next to me, I wasn't 
thinking of her."  He waited another couple of minutes.  "I kept 
thinking of you with your hand there, and looking up to your empty 
bed.  I don't know, I almost wished you were her.  You can't tell 
either."
	Neither of us said anything more for a little while, but I could 
tell he wasn't asleep.  I wondered if he was looking up at me.  I tried 
to lay casually, but laying there trying to lay there naturally is really 
hard.  "So what do we do now?" I asked.
	"I don't know."  He was quiet for a minute.  I thought perhaps I 
you should come down here.  I feel really wierd talking to you up 
there like that."
	"Okay," I said trying to hide the ecstacy in my voice.  I was so 
close.  "I'll do that.  We need to talk about it.  It won't go away."  I 
climbed down from my loft, trying to appear sexy and innocent, too.  
I walked over to his bed, and lay down next to him.  He was laying 
on his back near the edge, and I lay down kind of on my side, facing 
him.  He turned his head to look at me, and looked down my body.  I 
did the same to him.  He looked into my eyes and I looked into his.  I 
tried to see what was there, but I came up blank.  He turned his head 
away.  He had a beautiful nose, and his mouth was so perfect I 
wanted to kiss it right there.  His jaw was hard and square, yet 
seemed soft and sensitive.  He had just a bit of stubble growing on 
his face.  "Let's agree that nothing that is said or happens in this 
room leaves, okay?" I suggested.
	"ThatUs good."  He looked back to me and smiled a soft smile.  
He held my gaze, and I was glad that it was a smile.  "Maybe, well,"  
He paused.  "Maybe you could touch it again.  It can't really hurt 
anything and really just cause you touch it doesn't make us fags or 
anything.  Just a couple of jack-off buddies."  He began to talk really 
fast.
	"Shhhhhh.  There's nothing to make excuses for.  Let's just see 
what happens."  I reached over to his navel and began to trace his 
treasure trail down to his crotch with my index finger.  His skin was 
like fire.  I got to his waistband, and traced the curve down to his hip 
and back.  Then I traced down until I felt his semi-soft and quickly 
hardening dick.  I traced it from root to head.  Cory had closed his 
eyes and began to whimper as I traced his thick phallus.  I leaned 
over and pulled his boxers off.  I bunched them in my hand, and 
brought them to my face, breathing deeply before tossing them onto 
the floor.  They smelled of sweat, both generic and unique--a 
personal musk.
	I put my hand back on Cory's dick.  I circled it with my fingers 
and thumb and began to stroke it gently from root to head.  Cory was 
very hard now, and he was moaning softly.  His cock was hotter than 
his stomach had been.  After a couple of strokes, I reached down and 
cupped his balls with my other hand.  It turned out that they had 
some sparse hairs on them.  I touched them with my very fingertips, 
teasing the hairs and sensitive skin as I contin'ed stroking his dick.
	Cory was really groaning and getting off on it, and I was 
enjoying his pleasure.  His dick was bigger than I had imagined it.  I 
couldn't quite bring my fingers together around it to touch my 
thumb, and it was quite long.  I had slid to my knees on the floor, 
leaning over to his crotch.  His eyes were closed, and he wasn't 
paying much attention to anything but the pleasure my hands were 
bringing him.  
	I leaned over a bit further and began to lick the head of his 
dick while I pumped the shaft.  When my tongue hit his dickhead, 
Cory breathed in let out a shuddering gasp.  I engulfed the head of 
his dick and began to suck.  I licked my middle finger and began to 
work it into his crack, reapplying saliva as necessary.  His ass was as 
hot as his cock as my finger worked to his asshole, circling the tender 
flesh.
	I worked my mouth slowly over his big dick sucking and 
licking both head and shaft.  My finger worked at his asshole, and 
my other hand pumped the shaft that wasn't in my mouth.  Cory's 
hips were bucking and he was moaning and groaning.  I was so 
thrilled at his pleasure, that I began to resuck with a vengeance.  
	"Finger me, yeah.  Finger me," he moaned.  I slid my finger in 
one knuckle and began to work it around and around.  My mouth 
was almost covering his cock, and so I moved my hand back to his 
balls.  They had shrunk up close to his body, and I began to gently 
rub them as I pumped his ass with my finger and he rammed his 
cock into my mouth.  
	I slowly pulled his cock out and plunged back down to the root.  
I continued over and over as I pushed my finger in farther and 
farther.  Before I knew it, Cory was cumming deep into my throat as 
I held his dick there.  I pulled it out of my mouth and Cory breathed 
hard and deep on the bed.  I shrugged off my boxers and my cock 
sprang out of confinement.  
	I straddled his waist, his softening cock pressing against my 
crack and asshole, and began to pump my cock.  Cory reached up and 
touched my balls with one hand and stroked my hip and asscheek 
with the oher.  I came quickly shooting all over his stomach and 
chest.  After I came, Cory rubbed my cum into his skin and pulled 
me down on top of him.  I lay there with my head on his chest, our 
dicks pressed together.  We slept like that all night.  The next day, he 
broke up with Jen.  I was right there, watching him type her the e-
mail.  She tried to call a couple of times, but I told her he was out.
	After that night, we spent many more like it.  We never 
mentioned it much during the day, but regularly, Cory would ask if I 
wanted to come down and talk.  I guess he meant the language of our 
bodies because the only vocalizations were moans.  I still see him 
once in a while.  Usually when we do, we try to sneak away for a 
quickie in the bathroom.  I guess, in retrospect, I couldn't have 
requested a better roomMATE.

 
Delta Chi 4: Mark
 
	I'd never really considered Mark as a potential partner.  
Granted he looked incredibly sexy, but I never considered that he 
might be gay.  Last semester I had taken a class with him and it was 
during that time that my GAYDAR began to sense him.
	The first thing that I noticed was that although around the 
house (where I had always had contact with him before) he never 
wore jewelry, in class he was always wearing a silver ring on the 
small finger of his left hand.  The ring was two silver bands endlessly 
circling one another.  A very beautiful piece, but one that set my 
alarms ringing.  
	Furthermore, he seemed to display himself differently in class 
than around the house.  Now I know that this is very subjective, it 
just seemed as if he was sitting differently, more open and seductive, 
in class.  As we sat in the circle, I would sometimes catch him 
watching me, and he would quickly look away.  These small things 
made me wonder about him.  
	As I began to wonder about him, I began to fantasize about his 
body.  I watched one Monday for when he got up in the morning and 
conveniently showered at the same time as he did.  Our house is 
especially nice in that the showers are all open--no curtains 
anywhere.
	I arrived in the bathroom after he had already gotten into the 
shower.  I could hear the water running and the steam was fogging 
up the mirrors.  I walked past the four or five toilets which faced the 
sinks and mirrors.  His towel and maroon cotton boxers were hanging 
on a hook next to the showers.  I hung my towel next to his and 
shrugged out of my boxers, hanging them on the same peg as my 
towel.  Then I picked up my soap and shampoo and walked into the 
showers.
	Mark was standing underneath the hot water, and didn't seem 
to notice as I walked in.  I walked over to the shower head next to 
his and turned it on.  The water started to flow out and I adjusted 
the temperature before stepping under it.  Mark was facing away 
from me.  I said, "Hi" kind of groggily and he responded in kind.  His 
back was to me, and I took a few minutes as I got myself wet to look 
at his back and his ass.  Mark's skin seemed perpetually tan.  He 
must have been part Portuguese or Spanish because I couldn't make 
out any tan lines.  He had a very nice back, strong shoulders and a 
beautiful ass.  The backs of his legs were somewhat hairy and so was 
the crack of his ass.  His cheeks seemed firm and relatively hairless 
though.
	His 6'2" frame stood erect and he turned a bit and bent over to 
pick up his shampoo bottle.  He began to shampoo his hair and I 
smiled at him.  He smiled back.  His flaccid dick was very nice and 
hung loosely against his full sack.  His chest was well defined and he 
had a nice dark treasure trail.  I admired his V-shaped torso for a few moments before he turned away from me.
	He rinsed his hair and the white shampoo trailed over his dark, 
firm body and washed down the drain.  The water seemed so pure, 
and the smell of soap and clean flesh was intoxicating.  I wanted to 
take him there, but I still wasn't sure.  I felt as if he knew that I had 
been looking, and hadn't minded, but that didn't mean jack shit if I 
came onto him wrongly.  Before I had the chance to make a decision, 
two other brothers came in and took up residence on my other side.
	Mark finished up and stepped out to dry off.  I hurried to 
finish, as well, making small talk with my other two brothers.  By the 
time I stepped from the showers, Mark was gone--and so were my 
boxers.  I was livid as I walked over to my towel pulling it off of the
hook.  There beneath my towel hung Mark's maroon boxers.  I smiled 
and began to dry off quickly.  It looked as if *someone* had made a 
mistake.  I would have to stop on my way up and give them to him.  
I quickly put on his pair--they fit perfectly...just my size--and started 
up towards his room.
	Because Mark is an officer of our house, he gets a single room 
on the top floor.  The room is tiny, but it has a small sink in it and he 
doesn't have to live with anyone else.  I arrived at his door which 
was cracked a bit.  I knocked and started to push the door open as he 
said to come in.  Mark was laying on his bed completely naked, with 
a half-hard dick when I arrived.  I scanned his lovely body for a 
moment before making my way over to him.
	"Did I make a mistake," he asked innocently and smiled.  He 
rolled off the bed and onto his knees in front of me.  "Let me fix it," 
he began as he pulled the boxers over my hips and down my hairy 
legs.  He pulled them to me and as I stepped out of them, he reached 
behind me and pulled my waist towards his face.
	He sucked my half-hard dick into his mouth and began to lick 
and suck with a vengeance.  It all happened so quickly I was 
unprepared and rather surprised.  I at least figured I'd have to do a 
little seduction--not be the one seduced.  I didn't complain though, 
and quickly grabbed his head and began to push my dick farther 
down his throat.  
	As he sucked and licked my cock from the root to the head and 
back again, his fingers were squeezing my ass cheeks and digging 
into my crack.  He was beginning to run a finger around my asshole 
at the same time as he was sucking me.  The blow job was working 
wonders and I found myself on the brink of orgasm.  Somehow, Mark 
realized this and began to lick up my chest until he was standing and 
we were looking in one another's eyes.
	I smiled and kissed him.  Our tongues met as I ran my hands 
up and down his back.  It was my turn to fall to my knees.  This 
time, though, Mark's dick wasn't soft--it was very hard.  I licked the 
purple head, and flicked my tongue on the underside before taking 
his dick into my mouth.  I slid it in a couple inches and pulled back 
out.  I slowly went farther and farther down his dick until I was 
touching his pubes with my nose.  I was running my hands up and 
down his thighs, and then I moved one hand to fondle his balls.  I 
sucked on his dick for a few more minutes, and then began to stroke 
the shaft as I worked on the head.  I moved down to lick on his balls.  
Mark was moaning quietly--almost whimpering as I moved back and 
began to suck on his shaft again.  I began to massage his ass cheeks, 
pulling them apart.  I hard the door creak, but Mark's back was to it 
and my head was otherwise occupied with his.
	I felt a soft breath on my hands and then a tongue begin to lick 
at Mark's crack and my fingers.  Mark really began to moan.  "Good 
boy, lick my ass baby, good boy."  I stopped for a moment and 
couldn't believe that our house mascot, Fang (a German shepherd), 
was licking Mark's asshole--and Mark was getting off on it.  I figured 
that one tongue was the same as any other and went back to sucking 
his luscious cock.  Mark was getting real close, and Fang was 
speeding up his licks, catching Mark's balls half the time.  
	I knew Mark was gonna cum, and I wanted it pretty bad.  I 
began to go up and down faster and faster and soon Mark was 
spraying his cum into my mouth.  
	"I gotta get fucked.  Would you fuck me?" Mark panted as he 
pulled me to my feet and patted Fang on the head.  "Good dog," he 
crooned.  I told him I'd be happy to fuck his ass.  He bent over the 
bed, and I knelt down to lick his asshole.  Fang licked my half-hard 
dick as I began to lube up Mark's hole.  Soon, we were both wet with 
saliva, and I put my dick to Mark's bung and pushed.  Soon, I had 
slipped in and begun pumping him.  Fang caught on quick, and began 
licking my ass as I pumped Mark.
	Mark was groaning to go faster and faster, so I did.  He was 
really tight and wet.  Fang was licking my balls and asshole in long 
strokes, and it felt really good.  I couldn't believe I was letting a dog 
lick my privates.  Soon I was cuming into Mark's intestines.  He 
moaned loudly as I came, and sighed when I pulled out.  "That was 
so hot," he said.  "You were great.  Now help Fang."
	I didn't know what he meant until Fang began to lick the cum 
that was trickling out of his asshole.  I knelt down and began to lick, 
too.  Then he pulled me up to embrace him, and we feel asleep in
each others arms.  Fang curled up on the rug at the foot of the bed.
Mark and I have fucked on and off now for a while.  Sometimes 
with Fang, sometimes not.  When I beat off, Fang is usually there to 
lick my balls or sometimes my asshole.  His tongue just never gets
tired.  He's just like any other member of the house--except 
that he can't suck and tell.