Date: Fri, 01 Jan 1999 20:29:50 PST
From: jerry crispin <jerrycrisp@hotmail.com>
Subject: "The Deltas" (M/M, M/t, Coll, WS)

The Deltas
by Jerry Crispin
jerrycrisp@hotmail.com

I could tell that the beer-bust was getting started downstairs. They had
just turned the music on and I could hear more and more guys talking and
laughing.

Whatever this hazing was going to be, I'd have to get through it. I knew I
did OK in the personal interview, but whatever happened, I had to make it
through the night! I just had to get into the Delta Alpha Delta fraternity.
It couldn't be that bad, but a few guys told me that the Deltas go in for
some pretty kinky hazing. What the hell! These guys are so cool, I'd do
anything to be one of them.

I saw the bathroom door open and in walked one of the Deltas. There I was
sitting on the bathroom floor, buck-naked with my hands handcuffed behind
my back to a water pipe running from floor to ceiling. This was one of
those old frat houses built at the turn of the century. The bathroom floor
and walls were covered with those little white hexagonal tiles and a few
inches from my feet was a large drain in the floor. The only light was a
fixture over the mirror that someone had hung a black T-shirt over, so the
lighting was dim.

The Delta closed the door and walked toward me. I didn't recognize him, but
he was tall and had broad shoulders. He was carrying something that I
couldn't quite make out. He came closer and knelt in front of me, setting
down a bucket full of water, a can of shaving cream and a disposable
razor. He had a white towel over his shoulder.

"Just do what I tell you and don't talk back," he said as he began cupping
water out of the bucket with his hands and pouring it onto my chest and
groin.

"Yes, Sir," I said, not sure what was going to happen next.

After he wetted me down he shook the can, applied the cream and then
started shaving me. This wasn't so bad, I thought to myself. Getting a
body-shave as a hazing is hardly the end of the world. It would all grow
back in time. I was a little worried though that he might nick me in the
dim light, but he didn't. At one point he had me lift my legs and spread
them while he shaved my ass cheeks, crack and butthole.

When he was done he poured the bucket of warm water over me and then
carefully dried me off with the towel. I had a quick flashback of my Dad
holding me and drying my little, hairless wiener after my bath when I was a
little boy. I used to love it because he'd take a bath with me and we had
secret games that we played, but that's another story for another time.

After he left, I examined my shaved cock and balls. They looked kind of
sexy, actually.  With no pubic hair, my average-sized cock looked a little
larger than average; some kind of optical illusion, I guessed.

Another Delta came in after the Shaver left. The light was behind him so I
couldn't make out his face. He didn't say a word, but he stood over me with
legs apart. I could hear his zipper being pulled down and then I felt the
hard stream of his urine hit my chest.

"Hey man, what the fuck are you doing?!" I said as I jerked my head away.
He didn't answer but let go of his cock and clasped his hands behind his
neck and let out a sigh as the stream of warm piss splashed my chest and
ran down my flat tummy and newly shaved dick. Did it ever sting! I almost
cried out but instead, I bit my lower lip. I did not want to do or say
anything that might jeopardize the initiation. Fuck! Was I going to be the
toilet for this fraternity the rest of the night?!

The Delta stood for awhile shaking the last drops out of his hose. As he
shoved his equipment back into his khakis he turned to leave and said,
"This party's a four kegger, so be prepared to get wet."

As he walked away, I could hear the muffled sound of the beer-bust
downstairs and the sound of urine trickling down the drain.

After he left, two guys, one as big as him and the other one much shorter,
came bounding in together. The big guy said to the smaller one, "What did
that sign on the door say?"

"Piss on the Pledge."

"Oh."

This time my face became the target. Unlike the first guy who did not even
hold his cock, these two aimed theirs with expert accuracy. As they talked
about the biology quiz the next morning, they pissed on every square inch
of my head and face. I kept my eyes closed and tried to keep my mouth shut,
but found that I couldn't breathe through my nose. Each time I opened my
mouth for air, two hot streams of urine would immediately begin filling it.

It was hard to believe that so much pee could come out of two guys! And, it
was also hard to believe that I was actually getting a boner. Why was that?
Was I getting turned on by these frat brothers using me as their urinal?

I slowly opened my eyes as their piss streams subsided and eventually
stopped.

"Well man, let's plan on sitting next to each other for the quiz and you be
sure to write REAL big!" the larger Delta said as he pushed his cock into
his pants and zipped up. He turned and headed for the door.

"Yeppers. Sounds like a plan," said the smaller guy over his shoulder as he
shook his cock. I couldn't believe what a big piece of meat this little
redhead had. He continued to shake it as the other guy left the room. I
could see that he was flopping his tool around for another reason than just
getting the last drop out. He stepped toward me, grabbed me by the hair and
yanked my head back. Ouch! He held his now-erect cock in one fist and
pushed it hard into my mouth.

"Eat THIS, pissface," he said as he rammed his rod hard into me, banging
the back of my throat. All I could think of was that this fucker is going
to bruise my throat with this monster of his! At least it won't show.

I yelled out but my voice was completely plugged by his thick cock. I tried
to turn my head away but he held me firmly by the ears and slammed my mouth
a dozen or so deep strokes before he exploded with four massive
ejaculations of slimy jizz. He finally relaxed and pulled out as I gagged
and gasped for air.

"I'll be back later to fuck you in ass, Pledge," he said as he forced his
meat (with great difficulty) back into his pants.

He opened the door and turned back to me and said, "You got quite a line
out here and the party's just starting!"

As soon as the next guy had entered and closed the door, his zipper was
down and he was pulling out his cock. I could tell that he had to pee
urgently by the way he rushed in toward me.

"This is so cool dude! I mean like letting us take a piss on you!"

This kid looked like he was maybe 16. He was tall and very skinny with
long, golden-blond hair tied in back. His hair almost glowed in the dim
light. I could just make out his features. He had those "boy-next-door"
good looks.

"Can I put my dick in your mouth, man? Like is that OK?"

"You can do whatever you want, bud," I said. I actually WANTED to drink
this boy's piss! Was that possible?

He gently held my jaw with one hand while he carefully put his short but
fat cock into my mouth. The second he let go of it, the floodgates
opened. I was trying to swallow as much of his warm boypiss as I could but
it was still pouring out of my mouth and down the front of me onto the
floor.

"This is so fuckin' cool, dude! I never pissed in a guy's mouth before.
Your tongue feels SO fine!" And I WAS working this boy's dick with my
tongue. Then he very tenderly lifted my face so that we were looking into
each other's eyes. His big hands caressed my face, my neck, and my hair
while his flow of urine kept coming and coming and coming.

Then he held my face, pulled his still-peeing cock out of my mouth and
pressed his lips against mine. His tongue made a forced entry and began
dueling with my own. My mouth was still half full of his flavorful urine.

"Salty," he said as he smacked his lips and then dived into my mouth
again. As we kissed, he continued to relieve himself onto my chest.

Finally, the last drops dripped out of his semi-hard cock as our lips
parted. Still holding my face in his hands, he moved closer to me and
pressed his cock between my lips. I eagerly opened my mouth to let him back
in. Our eyes locked as he slowly pumped his thick and growing penis into my
mouth. Finally he let out a loud moan and held onto my head as he filled my
mouth with a load of sweet boycream. He held motionless for a minute while
I savored his young boner, then he pulled out, leaned down and gave me an
open-mouthed kiss, licking my spermy and pissy tongue.

As he stood up, he kicked aside his baggy pants which had been bunch up
around his ankles. Then, planting his feet on either side of me, he
squatted so that his round butt was right over my dick. He reached back and
grabbed my poor, aching hard-on, holding it firmly as he sat his boyhole
onto it. Our eyes were locked as I instinctively thrust my cock upward into
him as he pressed down.

"Come on baby-boy, sit on Daddy's cock!"  I whispered as I thrust deeper up
into his tight ass. It was almost a dry fuck since the only lubricant was
the piss that still wet my rod.

He pushed all of his weight down onto my cock until his ass totally
devoured it and he was sitting on his heels. Then he leaned forward
bringing his mouth to mine which allowed me enough room to do some serious
ass pumping. Rather than kissing, our open mouths were a fraction of an
inch from each other as the firm tip of his tongue began playing with mine.
I began to slowly pump my rock-hard cock in and out.

"That feels SO fuckin' good, man," he whispered breathlessly.

I wanted my hands freed so that I could explore his smooth body, run them
through that beautiful hair of his and play with his now-hard cock, but I
was still cuffed.

"Here comes your dessert, baby-boy," I said after a few minutes of the best
fuck in my life.  I shot my first volley of cream deep inside his velvet
chute while I moaned and bucked and then shot more. He attacked my mouth
with his and pushed his ass hard against my thrusts.

After filling his young ass with my sperm he collapsed on top of me with my
cock still violating his anus.

"You seem so young. I can't believe you're in college."

"I'm not. My bro.'s a Delta. His name's Kyle. He's short and has red
hair... you know him? Sometimes he brings me along with him to parties if I
bug him enough. I'm not allowed to drink, but like I can do anything else.
The dudes here really like me. I'm fourteen and a half and my name's Sean."

I stretched out and Sean lay on top of me, cock-to-cock. His head rested on
my chest so that my face was full of that glorious golden hair of his. We
both began to drift off until we were rudely brought back to reality by an
insistent pounding on the bathroom door.

"Holy shit, man! I better go!" he said as he jumped up and reached for his
pants.

"Do you want to get together sometime maybe?" he asked in a shy voice as he
put his pants on. "I live with my parents but I live in the basement and I
have my own entrance, so it's cool. The laundry room has a drain in the
floor and like I was thinking we could maybe get naked and piss on each
other and maybe you could fuck me again and stuff like that. It would be so
cool. OK?"

"Write down my number and call me," I said. He pulled out a ball-point pen
and wrote down my phone number on his hand.

He gave me a quick kiss on the lips, squeezed my dick and then was gone.

What was happening to me? I could hardly wait until the next guy walked
through that door, whipped out his cock and hosed me down or used my throat
as a drain! It's as though the very essence of these hot young studs was in
the warm, amber-golden pee that they were feeding me. I wanted more!

The door opened and I squirmed in anticipation.

I don't remember what happened next except that I had totally lost track of
time. How many hours had I been handcuffed to this pipe? How many men had
used me? I was in a fog. I was slouched down with my legs spread wide and
my smooth cock all red and swollen and in full erection. I was wet from
head to toe, but not cold. I felt the radiant heating in the floor warming
my butt and legs. Why did my asshole hurt so bad?

I was leaning against the water pipe with my mouth open. There were five
guys standing over me with cocks in hand, directing their streams right
into my mouth. I was eagerly gulping as much as I could and the rest poured
out, down my chin and onto my now- smooth chest, stomach, and groin.

As the last guy shook the last drop onto me I leaned forward as far as I
could with my mouth wide open. "More?"

"That settles it," said the tallest of the guys. "We have a new Delta!"

He pulled the small key to the handcuffs out of his pocket and unlocked
me. The man next to him pulled up his zipper and said, "Meet Jerry, our
newest brother. Jerry's going to be on bathroom duty at Delta House for a
long time to come!"