Pledges: Gay Erotic Stories (15 page)

Is it working?” Liz asks him, lips sucking on the damp paper end of the joint they’d been smoking before passing it over to Hunter. It leaves a trace of pink lipstick on his bottom lip, smeared bright like a stain. His cough, after he sucks the sweet smoke in and exhales a plume of it, is discreet, and Liz doesn’t say anything about wiping off the lipstick that’s left behind. For one thing, his presence here is meant to be a secret and what’s more, it nicely suits the task at hand. A brother might go above and beyond, Archie figures, by suggesting that all the pledges use lipstick, so as to add an air of authenticity to the proceedings.

“Think so,” he says, adjusting the zoom on the lens. The red light beeps on and off as if annoyed with him, but the words at the bottom of the screen tell him: RECORDING. He decides to trust the camera. Liz finishes the joint all on her own and pinches the end out between purple-varnished nails. Hunter looks shy, nervous—as well he should be, Archie figures, because any moment now some stranger will be sticking his hard-on through the jagged hole that’s been bashed in the wall, put there for that purpose alone, and Hunter is going to have to swallow his pride.
That,
Archie thinks with a tiny resentful smile,
won’t be all he’ll have to swallow.

“Got it,” he mutters, and just in time, too. Liz positions herself in front of the hole, shielding the two boys in the room from view. Muffled voices drift over from the other side. “Right through there,” they can all hear a guy say, “on the other side of that hole. Yeah, man,” drawls the voice that belongs to Thad, the cocky junior in charge of getting unsuspecting guys to come back here, one at a time, over the course of one long sordid, come-splattered night: one strange cock for each new pledge. Thad’s girlfriend, Liz, is a trashy if reassuring presence, brought there to draw them in with her manicured nails and raspy-honey voice, and—if she has to—a flash of her sweet tits to let the dumb white-trash kid in a trucker hat on the other side of the wall know she’s a flesh-and-blood girl, more than eager to blow strangers for no reason save her own amusement.
What kind of asshole,
Archie wonders,
would actually buy that bullshit? And what kind of a girl would really be there? One with silicone tits and a penis tucked up tight between her legs? More like a straight boy curious but ashamed of wanting to get his lips around dick? Or, like now, a college sophomore with big eyes and dirty-blond hair hoping to scale this last hurdle, jump this final hoop?

They put them through a lot of shit, Archie knows, over rush week. Not all of it gets filmed, thank goodness. Not the naked swims in the lake, not the lap dances, not the binge drinking or bug-eating. Only these tapes, which they will watch together on the common room wide screen normally reserved for basketball or football games, and the whole frat will laugh and jeer while they drink beers, until all eight clips have been watched—if all eight of them complete the task. Last year a kid puked all over the wall when the guy fucking his throat triggered his gag reflex. There were only seven tapes to watch that time.

“Hey, baby,” Liz purrs, wiggling her girlish fingers so they’re visible to the stranger, “Come on over here, let me see what you got there. Take it out, don’t be worried. I won’t bite you.”

Archie zooms in on the head of an uncut cock shyly peeking through the hole.
“Oooh,” she says, putting on a slutty Latina accent, “That’s a nice dick you got there,
papi
,” and then she giggles into her open palm. Hunter licks his lips, as if they are dry. He, unlike her, is not laughing. Archie adjusts the lens to get the cock and his face—a whirlwind of emotions: reluctance, anger, stubbornness, resolve—in the same tight frame, and shudders in spite of himself when Hunter reaches a cautious hand out and brushes his fingertips against the head. It twitches in response, and Liz continues to encourage its owner to come closer, to let her touch it, and it flexes eagerly, unfurling from the baggy skin at the tip. Hunter, with a heaving quiet sigh, closes his fingers around it.
His grip is loose and unsure, so Archie kindly gives him a moment to adjust to the no-doubt strange sensation of jerking off a stranger, and keeps the frame focused on the rhythmic motion of his hand for a good long minute. But the guy didn’t come into a sleazy backroom and present his hard-on through a hole for a simple hand job, and it wouldn’t well satisfy the rush requirements, either. He waves his hand to get Liz’s attention and when she glances up at him he raises his eyebrows as if to say
Make him get on with it.
“Gosh,” she says with faux enthusiasm, “Your dick is so big. Yum.” She smacks her lips and coos, “I’m going to put it in my mouth now. That okay, baby?”
Hunter swallows and drops his hand down. The cock springs up, precome beading at the tip. Archie makes a directorial motion with his free hand, and Hunter closes his eyes and goes for it. He’s sure that the microphone catches the low groan from the other side of the wall, the purr of Thad saying, “She’s got a sweet mouth, huh? Bitch loves to suck strange cocks.” Hunter’s face goes red, because he can hear them. He knows he’s the little bitch on his knees.
Muffled through the thin barrier separating them Archie can hear heavy breaths, the dull slap of a hand when Hunter tries out a suck at the head, the garbled choke when he makes it another couple of inches down. He bobs his head successfully for a few strokes, but comes up gagging when the guy shoves forward, bashing the back of his throat. Archie looks up from the lens, worried: last thing he needs is another puker. That shit’s a bitch to clean up.
But no, Hunter splutters and coughs, but damn if he doesn’t catch hold of that dark dripping dick right away, damn if he doesn’t stroke its glistening length as he catches his breath. Liz helps him out, says, “Oh,
papi
, it’s so big. Give me a second, okay?” Hunter’s eyes are watering so she stalls for time, “I’m getting so horny right now, sucking you off. I’m gonna take off my shirt so I can play with my tits. So hot.”
Hunter raises his arms obediently as the girl tugs his shirt over his head. He has a nice body—pecs flexing, nipples tight and pink—and he wraps his hand around the base of the visitor’s cock, using the wall as a brace. Archie watches as he gulps down a breath and then forges back down on it. The boy gets into it this time, twisting his hand, stripping it where he can’t quite fit it all in, and even once or twice bracing himself against the flimsy wall and trying in vain to hold his mouth open and get his throat fucked. Liz puts her hand on the back of his head to keep him steady. Archie can tell he’s swallowing his groans. The kid seems subby like that—hell, he might even be into it. Archie wonders if he’s hard, too.
He has not been told to swallow—and the five boys who went before him sure as shit didn’t, just jerked the cocks to completion and let them spit their loads out onto the sticky floor—but Hunter keeps his suction tight and his cheeks hollowed—damn if the kid isn’t a natural with his mouth.
Perfect pretty dicksucking lips
, Thad had called them—the insinuation being that this digital file might end up in his personal stash. Archie has speculated that the reason for this particular initiation rite has as much to do with “history, commitment and legacy” as it does with Thad’s masturbation habits. Hunter holds the cock steady at the base as it twitches in his mouth, the quivering spasm traceable from his taut lips to his jutting cheek. His throat works to drink it all in, and Archie feels his own cock thicken in spite of himself. Even Liz looks turned on, before she gives Hunter an enthusiastic thumbs-up and—after bidding the owner of the now-spent penis a good night—a bottle of water to drink out of.
“Good work,” she says, quietly, when the man has gone. Hunter looks up at Archie for his approval, his eyes glazed, his mouth wet, on his fucking knees. There are two boys still to come after him, but Archie is pretty sure this is the one he wants.
“Liz,” he says, “Can you give us a second?” Hunter licks his lips, the hint of a smile playing around his mouth. The kid’s a fast learner.

Austin and Billy had been best buddies their entire lives. Their parents lived only a few blocks from each other in a small suburb just outside of Cleveland and had become good friends after the two mothers had shared a room in the hospital when their boys were born. They had also decided to share a birthday party for the toddlers on their first birthday and it had become a tradition ever since.

Today was their nineteenth birthday. But rather than enjoying a family birthday party in Cleveland, they were huddled together in an upstairs room of the Psi Chi fraternity house looking out over a Southern California beach. As pledges to the fraternity, they were nervously awaiting their initiation.

The only hint of what that initiation would entail sat on a small table between them. Both eyed the lewd object with a great deal of trepidation. It was a big black dildo.

Outside on the balcony, three older frat brothers were drinking beer as they joked and laughed. Austin and Billy looked at each, and back at that gleaming black dildo. Neither dared say a word, not yet. Silence, though, was not that unusual for the pair. Sometimes when they were together they talked a lot, while other times they barely spoke. The trio from the balcony returned to the room. With nasty smirks plastered all over their faces, they came in to hover directly over the seated freshmen. As seniors, they were three years older than the two, and about three decades more experienced. Austin and Billy were fresh out of high school and neither had ever left Cleveland on his own.

Donald, tall and blond, was the undisputed leader and spoke first. “All right, boys. Here’s how it stands. See that big black dick there on the table? Yeah, that’s the one I mean,” he said as he pointed dramatically to the lengthy rubber toy.

On his left was Gary, who spoke next. A linebacker, he would be one of Billy’s teammates. His blue eyes bulged in a plump face. “You dudes got it easier than most of the other pledges. All you gotta do is bury that dildo up your butts. All the way up your butts. It’s gotta disappear. Completely disappear.”

Billy’s look would have been hilarious if it hadn’t been so pathetic. His mouth dropped open, and he let out a little groan as he gawked at the dildo being discussed. To him, it looked a yard long and as fat as a monster sausage. Of course it wasn’t really that big.

The third senior, Bo, laughed nastily as he finished outlining their challenge. “And you both have to shoot your loads with that dildo up your asses!”

Bo was the one Austin would have to contend with in the future. He was the president of half the scientific clubs at the college. Austin had received a scholarship in the sciences for his hard work in high school.

“You’ve got five minutes to figure out a strategy, then thirty minutes tops to get that dildo up your butts. Don’t worry, there’s lots of lube for your tender freshman asses,” Donald said.

“Get naked and get to it, boys,” Bo chortled as the trio turned their backs and retreated to the balcony.
Billy spoke up first. “Will they be back? Are they gonna watch us?”
“I’m sure that’s part of the plan. They want to humiliate us. So we just have to do our best not to feel humiliated,” Austin replied quietly. His mind was already racing. He was the quick thinker of the pair. Billy was not stupid, but he was methodical and practical. Austin had imagination.
“How are we gonna keep from feeling humiliated with a dildo up our asses while jerking off and being watched by three seniors?” Billy hissed back.
“Follow my lead. I have a plan.”
“I hope the hell you do!”
There was nothing to do now but strip down. Getting naked didn’t usually bother the big football star. Billy was totally comfortable with his hefty, powerful body and had spent hours in locker rooms before and after sports getting naked. But this time he couldn’t take his eyes off that black dildo on the table, and that definitely disturbed his usual serenity.
Austin was too busy thinking to fret about the length and girth of the dildo. His agile mind calculated all the possibilities, but most of all focused on how to turn Billy’s fear and inhibition into something more positive.
Eyes on his best buddy as he finished taking his own clothes off, he was definitely encouraged by the sight of Billy’s rather large dick jerking upward into an unexpected hard-on. His cock had been stiff since they had first been confronted with the dildo half an hour earlier.
Austin wasted no time. He figured Billy would only get more nervous if he didn’t get started and thus get closer to getting it over with.
“Follow my lead, Billy,” he repeated to the nervous football player in a loud whisper.
Completely naked, he stepped up to the table and picked up the rubbery toy. Double-headed, the dildo was not that big around, but the lengthy shaft did have a series of raised veins that would rub and stretch their freshman assholes, whether they liked it or not.
With the toy dangling from one hand, he used the other to pick up the bottle of lube on the table and upended it over the long black tube. The squish of translucent goo seemed loud in the room’s silence. Billy let out a little groan.
“Okay. Now start pushing one end up my ass.”
He turned around, moved to the couch and knelt on it with his legs wide apart. He looked back at Billy as he reached behind and aimed the dildo at his own naked butt.
It was the moment of truth.
The pair looked nothing alike, nor did they act anything alike. They had totally different interests and spent little time together. But their friendship was rock solid. Now the test of that friendship was about to begin.
Austin was slim and short, but he wasn’t really skinny. No jock, not in the least, he was still active and walked all over the place looking for biological specimens or other nature goodies that interested him. Besides that, the one thing the pair had always done together was work out with weights in Austin’s garage. Three times a week since they were only fourteen. Austin’s Dad had built the little gym for his skinny son in an effort to make him into a man. Billy had loved it while Austin had tolerated it.
He was dark haired and dark eyed and nice looking in a nerdy kind of way. His mop of unruly hair didn’t usually lend itself to direction and he had a big gap between his two front teeth. His slender body was toned from the lackadaisical workouts, while his butt had benefitted from those constant hikes and reared out from a narrow waist in two lush mounds. He was smooth all over except for the dark hair around his cock. His stiff cock was long and curved and nothing to be ashamed of.
“Come on, Billy. We have to do it. Don’t worry about me. I can take it.”
The big football player seemed frozen in place. His eyes had strayed from the dildo to Austin’s naked butt. Now, it seemed as if he couldn’t take his eyes off that rearing butt. His fat cock jerked upward to slap against his belly.
Billy was several inches over six feet and weighed in at over 250 pounds. His hefty body was packed with muscle but also layered with some of the extra fat a linebacker needed to bulldoze his way through a football game. He was a redhead and his skin was porcelain pale. But unlike Austin, he was hardly hairless and had a coating of reddish down over his limbs and torso that only accentuated his bulk.
“Snap out of it. Stop staring at my ass and take this dildo and start shoving,” Austin hissed.
The rude command worked. Billy flushed bright red as he tore his gaze from Austin’s butt and met his eyes. They knew each other too well for any bullshit. He actually managed a shaky smile as he stepped up to the plate and reached out to take the dildo from Austin.
“It’s fucking huge! It’s gonna kill us,” he whispered, then began to giggle a little hysterically as he quickly shoved the toy up to Austin’s ass and slid it around in a search for his asshole.
He was so nervous he rubbed it all over the smooth crack, smearing it with lube so that the amber flesh gleamed with a slippery sheen. Austin’s mother was from Brazil so his skin was a light olive in color but looked almost pale in contrast to the midnight black of the rubber toy gliding up and down his spread crack.
Austin was forced to wriggle back against the slippery head in an attempt to snag it with his asslips. He was determined to get started. Not only did he figure any delay would make Billy more anxious, but he also was more than ready to get that dildo up his butt.
He had never been fucked, but he wasn’t technically a virgin back there. He’d shoved three fingers up his lubed asshole more than once. And he’d loved it. Now, he felt like he was damn lucky he’d taken the time to experiment.
As much by accident as plan, the flared head of the toy settled in place, and both young pledges shoved at the same time. The lubed dildo slipped past the tight ring of muscle and disappeared.
Austin emitted an explosive grunt as Billy gasped out his surprise from behind.
“Fuck! It’s in you, buddy!”
“Hell! Keep on going, Billy. You got to get more of it in there before you put the other end up your ass.”
The bulbous head created a powerful ache just inside his throbbing asslips, but it was the veined shaft that he really felt. It strained against his sphincter, stretching the entrance with incredible force. He knew what he needed now was to start moving the thing around.
He heaved backward as Billy held the dildo in place and stared at the lewd sight of that black snake protruding from his pal’s round ass and the even nastier sight of Austin swallowing up several more inches of the slippery thing.
The slim science nerd went all out. He caterwauled so dramatically it was like he was getting murdered as he wriggled his lush butt all over the place. It was all an act, which Billy didn’t know, and did nothing to lessen the football player’s fears. All that squirming did help to bury the dildo another few inches up Austin’s tender asshole though, which was the main goal.
All that noise attracted attention. The seniors in charge of the hazing came rushing in from the balcony.
Their tall blond leader, Donald, spoke up. “We see you two have gotten off to a good start! Gary here will be taping your performance for our pledge archives. I hope neither of you are camera shy.”
All three laughed loudly as they sprawled out on the other sofa in the room and set up to watch the nasty proceedings. They were fully dressed in shorts and T-shirts, for now, while Gary had his camera phone aimed at the pair across from them.
Austin had continued to crane his head around to keep an eye on Billy. From the look on his face, it was pretty clear he wasn’t happy about this development. Austin knew he had to move fast in order to prevent his pal from freaking out. He caught Billy’s eyes and nodded his head.
He understood. The hefty redhead leaned over his impaled friend and listened to his whisper. “It doesn’t really hurt. It’s all an act for those asshole seniors. You have to do the same, or they won’t be satisfied.”
Billy looked doubtful, but wasn’t given any time to think it over as Donald barked out an order from across the room. “Come on, Billy. Get up on the couch and start riding the other end of that dildo. Don’t leave all the hard work to your nerd buddy.”
Eyes locked, Austin nodded and attempted a smile, but it was difficult with all that fat dildo buried up his ass. As he’d claimed, it didn’t hurt, not exactly. But he could definitely feel it! And he knew there would be more coming.
Billy, as naked as his slim pal, got up on the couch and knelt beside Austin. Barely maintaining his hold on the slippery toy, he turned around to face away from Austin while his buddy did the same.
With his hand on one end of the dildo, Billy bit his lip and pushed the lube-coated head into his own deep crack. With their bare legs entangled, they ended up butt to butt, that long black dildo between them. One head and a good four inches of the rippled shaft were already deep inside Austin’s quaking butt.
Now it was time for Billy to do his part.
“Come on, pledges! Show us how two talented pussy-boys like you can swallow up that two-foot cock,” Bo demanded nastily.
Billy blushed and gritted his teeth, but managed to plant the dildo’s head against his own anxious ass entrance. Once it was there, he tried to push it in, but he was tight as hell, and it didn’t help that he was clamping down with his anal muscles with all his strength.
Admirably, he tried harder. The flared head was slippery enough at least, and as Austin began to wriggle and push back against him, the movement helped to work in the fat head a bit. More squirming on the dark-haired nerd’s part helped to corkscrew more of the head past Billy’s resisting asslips.
Austin knew what he was going through. This was the hardest part, just getting the thing past his sphincter. He knew exactly what to say to motivate his buddy. “It’s game on, Billy. Do what you gotta to win,” he hissed.
Billy had never been aggressive or mean. He never had to. Always bigger than everyone else, no one dared get in his way. Except on the football field. And there, when opposition finally reared its head, he responded. He turned into a raging bull that didn’t let anyone get in his way.
Their situations were totally reversed from what they were used to. Billy had protected his smaller, meeker buddy all their lives. He had protected him from the bigger, meaner bullies that seemed to lurk around every locker in every school they ever went to.
But Austin hadn’t been completely passive in the relationship. He’d learned a thing or two over the years about being meek and surviving. Billy had not always been there when things had gotten tough.
And quite honestly, Billy had never had to fight for himself. He was strong, good-looking, and easy-going. Everyone liked him, or at least wanted the popular kid to like them. The only difficult thing he’d ever had to deal with in his life was protecting his best pal from everyone else.
One thing had been consistent: Billy had always respected Austin. And even in this totally uncharted territory of nasty humiliation, he found himself counting on that respect. No matter what happened, they would still respect each other if they worked together.
Billy made up his mind. With a great big inhalation and then exhalation, he shoved his huge butt backward. The head of the dildo drove inward. It was inside him.
“Hell! Fuck! Goddamn,” he shouted.
“That’s it, Billy! Come on, buddy! Let’s ride it!”
Now Billy really understood. Austin had told him what to do, but now he felt what his nerd pal was feeling. The ache straining his asslips and gut could only be eased by even more pressure. He joined his wriggling pal in squirming mightily all over the couch. Ass to ass, they fought with and against each other to swallow that thick rubber toy with their tight freshman buttholes.
Austin put on a good show, shouting as loudly as Billy and grunting nonstop. His antics gave Billy direction, and he followed along. But the slim nerd really was the leader in this instance. He sensed what had to be done, and he did it.
Dropping his head, he spread his legs farther apart and willed his asshole to totally relax. He also arched his back and heaved upward with his round amber butt. In that position, Billy was slightly above him. The football player’s gigantic butt slammed downward, which served to drive the slippery black toy deep into Austin’s heated hole.
That was exactly what Austin wanted. He knew Billy’s asshole was too tight to take much of that lengthy rubber. He would take as much of it as possible and hope like hell they could take it all as they were supposed to.
The three seniors across the room hooted and howled with laughter. The show they were getting was unprecedented. They had only tried this particular hazing ploy a couple of times, and no one else had managed such a spirited attempt. They really didn’t expect the two freshmen to swallow all that dildo, but they sure loved watching them try.
They couldn’t help themselves; they unzipped their flies. While Gary continued videoing with his phone, they began to jerk each other off.
On the opposite couch, the pair of freshmen was working hard. They had both broken out in sweat that only helped lubricate their assholes as that toy gradually began to disappear. Their naked butts drew closer and closer as Billy slammed downward over his slimmer buddy. Austin sprawled wide with one knee almost off the couch as he gasped for air and took the wild pounding his gigantic pal offered.
Later, he planned on telling Billy the truth—which was how much he loved it! There was no one in the world he’d rather be with than his football pal. There was no one he’d rather be naked with. And every time Billy drove downward with that hefty white butt, Austin could barely hide his grin as he shouted and protested instead. The slithering toy felt awesome up his ass!
Later Billy would admit the truth too. Neither had ever lied to the other before and he wasn’t about to start. For now, he grunted and squealed and made a great show of looking like he was in total agony, but Austin’s plan had worked all too well on his end too. The ache up his ass was more of a burning need by this time. And he loved the thought of driving down toward his pal’s hot, smooth butt with his own big can. There was no one in the world he could even contemplate doing that with except Austin!
Still, Austin knew they’d need more if they were to succeed. The dildo was so damn long!
“Start jerking off, Billy!”
Both had maintained hard-ons, which was a feat in itself with all their focus on their aching assholes. Austin’s dark brown dick hung down between his splayed thighs, twitching and leaking on the couch beneath him. Billy’s plump rammer bobbed under his white belly flushed bright pink and drooling.