From: mlyde@pomona.claremont.edu (Mama Mabel)
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Subject: STORY REPOST: Frat Brothers
Date: Tue, 06 Sep 1994 01:53:11 GMT
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(This story is based on the imagination and the experience of the writer, but it was written before the concern of SAFE _s_e_x_. When you have _s_e_x_, please make sure it is SAFE! LK)

I knew I would not have any trouble getting into a college fraternity. I looked over several offers carefully before making my choice. It was a large southern college, and life outside a frat house or in the wrong one would be the pits. I choose one where the bothers had similar backgrounds to mine. Like me the members of Ti Delta had excelled in high school sports, mostly basketball, track, tennis, and swimming.

There were two former high school football players. The first one I met was Josh. He was not the typical dumb jock. He introduced himself to me at a get acquainted party and made a point of telling me to see him if I needed any help. I brushed off his comment as an attempt at politeness, but then I had second thoughts when he added that he would be available if I needed him especially during initiation week. There was something about the way he said it that gave me a chill, and I wondered just what went on during initiation week at Ti Delta.

There was something else about Josh that I could not put into words. It was just a feeling that I did not understand. I lay awake that night thinking about Josh and that funny feeling. What was it? Slowly it came to me that it was a _s_e_x_ual feeling. But I pushed this away. I did not have _s_e_x_ual feelings for men. As a matter of fact, I didn't have _s_e_x_ual feelings for women either.

There had been a nasty and futile experience with the school slut when I was in the ninth grade. I tried to push the experience out of my mind, but it would not leave. A teacher found out. She told my parents. My parents told my minister. I was punished by school, home, and church. In the end I repented maybe just to save face, and I became very religious maybe to hid from something. I was the perfect student, athlete, and gentleman. Mothers fought to have me date their daughters. With me their virginity was not violated, and neither was mine. I went to college quite confident that I was the only virgin on campus.

I tossed the covers aside and went to the bathroom. In the dark I pissed, and my thoughts returned to Josh. I told myself that he was one of the few people to offer me help. I had gone through high school as Mr. Helpful. I had letters in three sports, I had been class president twice, and so forth and so forth. But now I was at the bottom, and a nice looking second year student was offering me help if I should need it. Hell, I won't need any help, I told myself and went back to bed.

Still not sleepy I decided to do what best puts me to sleep, jerk off. I had kept masturbation as my one sin. In the privacy of my bedroom, I was free from parents, school, and church. On my bed I had taken my stand for self expression and individual freedom, and without shame or guilt, I had beaten gallons of cum out of my _c_o_c_k_ while maintaining my virginity with the rest of the world.

In the other bed I could hear my roommate breathing the sounds of sleep. I slipped off my underwear and in the dim light filtering through the window, I could see my long slender _d_i_c_k_ standing upright and waiting the attentions of my right hand. I spit on my fingers and rubbed it around the head of my _d_i_c_k_. My _d_i_c_k_ wasn't fat, but it was really long, about eight inches. In the showers I had noticed it was longer than most of the other guys. I started stroking my _c_o_c_k_. An old scene came to mind: someone was pulling on my _d_i_c_k_. I couldn't see who it was. My mind had blocked out the face. I beat off a thousand times with thoughts of a faceless person grappling with my _c_o_c_k_. Then suddenly the person had a face. I saw Josh in my mind, and I heard him say, "If I can help you, let me know." These words brought on my ejaculation. My back arched up, and my _c_o_c_k_ shot a stream of cum that hit my chin. The next shot hit my chest, and the final one landed on my stomach. When the feeling passed, I lay still for a full five minutes and tried to figured out what the hell had happened. I couldn't. After a while I put out my long tongue and touched the cum on my chin. I smiled and wondered if other guys could shoot their load as far as I.

When classes were over the next day, I went straight to the frat house. Initiation week began that night, and I wanted to present myself as one on time and not afraid. Also, I knew down deep that I wanted to see Josh. He was no where to be found. I asked a big stocky guy named Harry if he had seen Josh. Apparently I asked the wrong person.

"What's your name," asked Harry.

"Karl," I answered.

"I'm a football player. If you are queer for football players, you can play with me," said Harry with a snarl.

I didn't know what to say. Just then another frat brothers came up and reminded Harry that initiation did not begin until the evening meeting. Harry made a noise like a grunt and walked away. I asked the brother what Harry meant. He said not to mind Harry and that Harry was a former football player. He went on to say that the fraternity had broken an unwritten rule the previous year by taking in two high school football players. He said having Harry as a brother had convinced everyone not to take in any more but that the other football player was a great guy. I knew he was talking about Josh.

Just then I saw Josh enter the front door. Several people gravitated toward him, and I started to join them, but I felt as I was being watched. I looked around and saw Harry staring straight at me. Something told me it was not the time to go see Josh. If Harry was keeping an eye on me, I didn't want to give him anything to throw in my face during initiation week. So instead of going to see Josh, I walked directly to Harry and started a polite conversation about football. Harry responded with a forced politeness, and during the conversation I caught him looking strangely at me. I knew right then that this guy was going to be a real problem during the week to come. Also, while talking with Harry, I caught a glimpse of Josh who, though surrounded by frat brothers, was looking in my direction. Our eyes met briefly and something within me stirred.

"Why were you asking for King?" asked Harry.

"Who?" I asked hoping Harry had not caught me looking at Josh.

"King. Josh King. Why were you asking for him? You like football players or something?" said Harry with a leer.

"He was one of the first to introduce himself to me. I remembered his name," said I lamely.

"You'd better remember everybody's name. Mine is Harry Stills. I played football, too, in case you're interested," said Harry with a look I definitely did not like.

"Glad to meet you, Harry," I said extending my land.

"By the way," said Harry, "Josh has more friends than he knows what to do with. Everybody likes him. You'd better stick with the other pledges." What was it about Harry I didn't like? I asked myself. He was stocky, not fat, and appeared to be in good physical shape. He had dark hair and really was not bad looking except he seemed to keep his face in a constant sneer and/or leer. Was it his defense for maybe being among frat brothers who were probably his intellectual superiors? I didn't know and didn't care. I had only to be nice to him though initiation week. The fraternity president came up and offered to show me around. I think he was just rescuing me from Harry.

"See you later," I said to Harry.

"You'll definitely see me later," said Harry with his usual sneer, and something in me felt bad, really bad.

I wanted to go straight to Josh, but I felt Harry's eyes were still on me. I mingled around and talked to all the frat brothers and all the new pledges before Josh and I ever met. We only spoke briefly, for I kept thinking we were being watched. Josh's dark eyes looked intently into mine with a puzzled expression. I tried to pass a message with my eyes, but I couldn't tell if he picked up on it.

After dinner the pledges were taken to an attic room that was used for private group meetings. The doors to the frat house were locked, and the phones taken off the hooks. As we gathered nervously into the room, I knew that the same scene was taking place in all the college fraternity houses that night. I briefly wondered if I would regret choosing Ti Delta. I saw Harry entered and glare at all the new pledges. He threw me a hard look, and I tried to adopt a look that I thought humble and demeaning, for I knew it was about to begin. Josh entered and glanced around. When his eyes fell on me, I was ready to make a friendly signal, but he quickly looked away. I hoped I had not offended and rejected the only offer of friendship I had.

Several upperclassmen made speeches about the merits of Ti Delta and the rigors of the initiation. We were told if anyone had changed his mind about being a Ti Delta man, now was the time to leave and there would be no hard feelings. We all sat silently knowing no one would get up at that point. After a moment of silence, I heard Harry say, "All right. Now let's get these sissies into shape."

One of the sophomores who had been especially kind just an hour before stood in front of the group and started talking. I could not believe this was the same guy who had previously been so friendly.

"From now to the end of this week, you will have only one name," he addressed us all. "Your name is faggot. You got that?" He turned to a pledge named Phil who had unwisely chosen to sit on a front seat and asked with a sneer, "What's your name?"

"My name is Phil," said the youth nervously.

"You don't hear so well, faggot," shouted the instructor. "I said your name is faggot. Now tell me your name."

"Faggot, sir," said Phil.

"Make sure you remember it."

"Let me give him something to help his memory," said Harry coming to the front of the room with a long paddle.

A low groan rose from the pledges. Harry stood right in front of the trembling pledge and shouted, "Stand up faggot."

Quickly, Phil got to his feet.

Harry looked him in the eye and came so close to the guy's face that he could have kissed him. Instead, Harry yelled, "Drop your pants!"

Phil did not move for a second and then said quietly, "Sir?"

"You heard me, faggot. I said drop your pants."

Slowly and unbelievably, Phil lowered his pants. There were a few snickers when we saw Phil was not wearing underpants. His white ass mooned us all.

"Turn around, faggot!" yelled Harry.

Reluctantly, Phil turned and gave us a view of his short, uncut _d_i_c_k_. I was staring at his _d_i_c_k_ when I saw Harry draw back and swing the paddle hard on Phil's ass. Phil yelled in pain.

"The faggot yelled," said an upperclassman. "Hit him again."

Harry needed no encouragement. He warned Phil not to make a sound, and then he slapped his ass again with the paddle. Phil made a face but no sound. I could tell by the back of the neck of the pledge in front of me that his face was white. I was sure mine was. All I could think was that we had a week of this and that Harry was sure to be on my ass with that goddam paddle. At that moment I wished I had never heard of Ti Delta or Harry Stills. Harry was about to slam another blow to Phil's ass when a voice from the back said, "That's enough, Harry. Let's get on with the instructions."

Without looking around, I knew the voice was that of Josh, and I prayed he would come to my rescue when Harry started on my ass. The fraternity president came to the front and explained the group rules: no hazing until 5 pm each day, all hazing must end at midnight, pledges should be given time to do their studying, no really rough stuff, pledges had to do every thing requested ("And I mean everything," said the president with a smile) unless hazardous. He went on to explain that pledges would be assigned to one upperclassman who would be responsible for him. If there was any conflict of orders from upperclassmen, the pledge was to obey the orders of his upperclassman. I wondered who the hell my upperclassman would be and prayed to god it would not be Harry.

When he was finished, someone yelled, "I want all pledges who are faggots to get on their feet now." I was one of the first on my feet. Those who remained seated or were late getting up were paddled on the spot.

"Okay, it's get acquainted time," said the president, and immediately the upperclassmen began grabbing the pledges and taking them to their rooms. I wanted to look around for Josh, but I knew it was best to stand still. Just then I felt Harry's muscular arm go around my neck. He pulled me close to his face, and I could feel his breath on my cheeks as he said, "I think I want to get to know you. Come on to my room, faggot."

I could hardly walk as I tagged behind him. As we passed Phil, he grabbed Phil and said, "I can handled two of these little queers."

Phil looked so terrible frighten that I almost laughed. Immediately, I felt better.

In his room, Harry made us stand up while he walked around looking us up and down. "Take off your clothes," he said. "All of them."

Phil and I stripped without looking at each other. Harry stood behind us with his paddle.

"Faggot, number two," he said touching the paddle to my back to indicate he was speaking to me. "Your ass is not as red as faggot number one. Let's even things out a bit."

At the end of these words, I felt the paddle hit my ass for the first time. It hurt like hell, but I did not flinch. Next he declared Phil's ass wasn't red enough, and he hit his ass with the paddle. Harry went from my ass to Phil's with the paddle several times, and I was just about to suggest to Phil that we take the paddle, cram it up Harry's ass, and find a decent fraternity to join. But just then I noticed that Phil's _d_i_c_k_ was hard. Really hard. Harry saw it too and stopped hitting us.

"What have we here?" asked Harry. Then turning to me he asked, "Do you see that hard _d_i_c_k_, faggot?"

"Yes, sir," I said.

"It looks like it's ready for action, doesn't it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then give it some action, faggot."

"Sir?"

"Pump it, you dumb _s_h_i_t_," he said raising his paddle threateningly. Slowly I took Phil's hard _d_i_c_k_ in my hand. It was the first time I had ever held another man's _d_i_c_k_. It did not feel strange at all. I had jacked my own off enough to know what a _d_i_c_k_ felt like, and very easily I began jerking Phil off. I avoided his eyes to save us both embarrassment. I heard him moan with pleasure, and I knew he was enjoying it.

"Want another paddling, faggot?" asked Harry of Phil.

I couldn't believe it when I heard Phil said, "Yes, sir."

"Say please, faggot," demanded Harry.

"Please, sir," said Phil, and tensed up just as the blow fell on his ass. "One more time, please sir," said Phil.

As the paddle hit his ass the second time, his _d_i_c_k_ spurted a long stream of white cum across the floor. I guess at that point the enormity of the situation hit Phil. He walked over to a chair and sat down and turned his head away from us. Harry looked at Phil as if he was going to do something mean, but then he seemed to change his attitude.

"Okay, faggot Phil, I think you have had enough for now. But I want you in my room at ten thirty sharp tomorrow night. You hear me?"

"Yes, sir," said Phil.

"Then get dressed and get out of here," ordered Harry.

Quickly Phil got his clothes on and left. As soon as Phil was gone, Harry turned his wrath on me. "Get on your knees and clean that cum off my floor," he order.

I got on the floor and using my own shirt started cleaning up the glistening spots of Phil's cum.

"Do it with your tongue," ordered Harry.

Without pausing I continued using my shirt and stared Harry straight in the eye as I did so. When I was finished I stood up wondering what fate awaited me.

"Turn around," Harry demanded. "Your ass is going to pay for not obeying me."

Obediently, I turned around, and as he was raising the paddle, I said softly but firmly, "Harry, don't hit me hard."

"You _f_u_c_k_ing faggot," he yelled right in my face. "For your sake, I'm going to pretend that I didn't hear that. Now bend over and grab your ankles!"

I did as he said but was determined I would kill the son of a bitch if he hit me hard. When the blow came, I hardly felt it. It was half the force of all previous hits.

"You deserved that, didn't you?"

"Yes sir," I answered.

"You deserve another one, don't you?"

Without waiting for a reply, he paddled my ass again, but it was another light blow. He continued hitting my ass, but it was not painful. Finally, he turned me around and glared at my _d_i_c_k_ which was quite soft.

"I think you really are a faggot, Karl." It was the first time he had called me by my name. "Get on your knees."

I slipped to my knees. He stood over me with his usual leer. He got closer. His crotch was right in my face. He rubbed his groin on my face, and I could feel his hard _d_i_c_k_ through his pants. He took me by the ears and rubbed my face back and forth across the front of his pants. Each time my face crossed his crotch, my nose felt his rock hard _d_i_c_k_. My mouth had never been so close to another man's _d_i_c_k_, but it didn't bother me. The only thing I thought about was what to do if he tried to push the scene further. I knew I did not want to jack Harry off the way I had Phil. I had felt sorry for Phil. I felt contempt for Harry.

Just then Harry pulled back, loosened his pants and exposed a hard, fat six inch _d_i_c_k_ just inches from my face. I wasn't prepared for his next words.

"Suck it," his said, and pulled me within a half inch of the head of his throbbing _c_o_c_k_. I could smell the heat coming off his _d_i_c_k_. Then I had a strange feeling come over me, and I knew for certain that it was not his _d_i_c_k_ that I did not want. I simply did not want Harry. I looked at the hard _d_i_c_k_ just an inch in front of my mouth, and I wondered, "What if that _d_i_c_k_ belonged to....?" Harry pushed it toward me, and I pulled back in time to save my mouth from its first taste of a pre cum dripping _d_i_c_k_.

"Do it!" he demanded.

I pulled back further, and just then the door flew open and in walked Josh. I was _d_a_m_n_ glad to see him.

"Cool it, Harry," said Josh.

"Christ! I was just about to get me some head from this faggot," said Harry.

"No you weren't," I said getting to my feet and reaching for my clothes.

"Freeze, faggot!" said Josh firmly in my direction.

"He's mine," said Harry.

"Sorry, but I've signed him up as my roommate," said Josh. "I'll be his upperclassman this year. He'll take all his orders from me."

"Why did you do that?" whined Harry.

"Tell you the truth," said Josh lazily, "I like the way his ass looks."

"_s_h_i_t_, Josh, you can't get that big _d_i_c_k_ of yours up his tight, little ass," said Harry with his special leer.

"But I will have fun trying," said Josh. Turning to me and patting me on my bare ass, he said, "Now let's go to our room and get better acquainted."

The way he looked at me and spoke to me caused my _d_i_c_k_ to stir for the first time that night. I picked up my clothes, but he told me not to put them on. I was glad because my shirt was wet with Phil's cum spots. I followed him down a flight of stairs to his room. Along the way I noticed I was not the only one naked or nearly naked. Pledges were everywhere in stages of undress. Inside Josh's room I realized that this was also going to be my room. I glanced around. It was very neat and comfortable.

"You can put your clothes on now," said Josh. "I just wanted people to think I had you under control."

"What?" I asked dazed.

"I'm not going to bother you. I just wanted to save you from Harry. He really gets carried away."

"Thanks," I said starting to get my pants on, but I felt strangely disappointed that the excitement was over.

A knock on the door stopped me. Josh grabbed me and pushed me to my knees and yelled, "Who is it?"

"It's me," said Harry opening the door and coming in.

As Harry entered, Josh pushed my face right into his crotch and started rubbing it against his _d_i_c_k_ as Harry had done earlier.

"What is it, Harry? Can't you see I'm busy?" said Josh with a fake pant of passion.

"Josh, can I watch, please?" asked Harry.

"Sorry, Harry, old buddy, but this is a private affair," said Josh continuing to grind his crotch into my face.

"Please, Josh, let me watch you _f_u_c_k_ him. I want to see that big _c_o_c_k_ of yours sinking into his ass," begged Harry.

Josh kept rubbing his crotch into my face as he told Harry to leave, and Harry kept begging to stay, and at that point, I noticed that Josh's _c_o_c_k_ was getting hard as my face rubbed across it. Harry was right. It was a big one. A good nine inches!

When Harry finally left I couldn't tell whose _c_o_c_k_ was hardest, mine or Josh's. I didn't get up. I just looked up into Josh's beautiful eyes. "You can get up now," he said softly.

I didn't say anything. I looked straight ahead at the outline of his hard _d_i_c_k_ against his pants.

"Don't you want to get up?" he asked.

I shook my head back and forth. I kept shaking it back and forth and put it once again into his crotch rubbing my face across his rock hard _c_o_c_k_. "You want that?" he asked.

I nodded my head up and down. As I did so, I rubbed my chin up and down on his _d_i_c_k_.

"Well, I thought I was saving you from Harry," said Josh.

"I am glad you did, but it was Harry's _d_i_c_k_ I wanted to be saved from."

"You don't want to be saved from my _d_i_c_k_?" Josh asked in a hoarse whisper.

"No, I think I really want it," I answered somewhat shocked at my own words.

"This is your first time, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Well," said Josh crossing to the door to lock it, "this looks like the beginning of a great year."

He slipped off his clothes, and I got my first look at his huge, beautiful _d_i_c_k_. I knew that _d_i_c_k_ was going to turn me into a _c_o_c_k_sucker, and I didn't give a _s_h_i_t_ if it did. He got in bed and motioned me to hop in. Not knowing exactly what to do, I followed his lead. He gently kissed me on my lips, and I almost fainted with pleasure.

"Was that your first kiss?" Josh asked kindly.

I nodded affirmatively.

"Well, I have another first for you," he said pushing my head down his lovely body until I was face to face with his long hard _c_o_c_k_. "Are you ready for it?" he asked.

Without answering or hesitating, I opened my mouth and took as much as I could of it into my mouth. It was big and I had to stretch my mouth to accommodate it, but it felt good and right at home. Josh warned me about watching my teeth and encouraged me to suck harder. Soon I was attacking it like a pro and hoping it would never end. What really got me into sucking his _c_o_c_k_ was seeing the effects it was having on his huge, beautiful body. Josh was moving all over the bed and me. He had his legs wrapped around my body, one hand was rubbing my chest, the other hand was on the back of my neck easing my mouth deeper on his hard _c_o_c_k_. He was moaning and obviously in great pleasure. I came up for air and asked needlessly how it felt.

"I'll show you," he said and rolled me over on my back. Before I could comprehend what was happening, he had his lips around my _d_i_c_k_. He paused just long enough to fill his mouth with saliva and then in one motion lowered his head all the way down on my long _c_o_c_k_. I could not believe it. He had it all down his throat! His top lip was in my pubic hair, and his bottom lip was nestled against my balls. He pulled back and did it again. I could not take much more and begged him to stop, but he continued. It was my first blow job, and I was about to explode. I told him I was going to cum and that he had better stop, but he continued sucking my _d_i_c_k_ out of sight into that beautiful mouth. I tried to push him away to keep from cumming in his mouth, but his mouth was fastened on my _d_i_c_k_ and would not let go. I wanted to cum, but at the same time I did not want the pleasure to end. I tried to hold back, but each time he plunged down and took my long shaft into his mouth, I was pushed closer to place I had never been: shooting off in another guy's mouth. A beautiful, muscular, football player was about to take my virgin load of cum.

These thought pushed me over the edge. I lost control and began yelling his name over and over. Just then I started cumming. I must have shot five times. After the first load, he pressed my _d_i_c_k_ completely in his mouth and the next four shots went straight down his throat. I could not believe either the sight or the feeling I was experiencing.

When it was over he climbed up on my chest and, without even giving me a chance to catch my breath, he eased his hot _c_o_c_k_ between my lips. In no time I was having my first taste of his sweet cum and drinking every drop.

Before the night was over I could take half his _c_o_c_k_ down my throat. It bothered me that Josh cold take all of my _d_i_c_k_, but I could not return him the favor. Trying very hard, I could only get about half of that big _c_o_c_k_ down my throat. Josh said that it took practice and that I would have to suck on his _c_o_c_k_ at least once every day to get in shape. I told him I would be willing to try it daily, but that he would have to suck on mine also daily to give me lessons, if he did not mind. He said he did not, and so that's what we did everyday. He would suck me off and then I would suck him off. After I could take every inch of that big, beautiful _c_o_c_k_, Josh introduced me to the the joys of sixty-nining, and we would begin and end every day latched on to each other's _d_i_c_k_. ************

In the mean time, Harry had taken Phil for a roommate which surprised me considering the way Harry had beaten on Phil during hazy week. Moreover, Josh and I noticed a marked change shortly thereafter in Harry. He cut down on his drinking and partying around. He was in his room early at night, and his grades improved. I suggested that Phil was helping him with his studies. Josh said he thought Phil was helping Harry with something else by the looks of Harry's improved disposition. We decided to find out.

One night after dinner, Josh and I slipped in Harry and Phil's room and hid in their closet. I didn't like the idea of staying long in a closet, but Josh said if nothing happened after Harry and Phil came in, we could jump out and pretend we had been trying to scare them.

We had not been in the closet a few minutes when Harry came in followed by Phil. We had left the door ajar and could easily see them sitting at their desks and beginning their studies. This lasted only a minute when Harry said that he was too tense to study. Phil told him he needed to prepare for a test. Harry said he could study better if he were more relaxed and that Phil knew how to relax him. Phil did not say anything for a moment but then he got up and went over to Harry and started rubbing his back. After a minute Harry cross to his bed and slipped off his all his clothes while Phil was locking the door. For a minute Phil was out of our sight. When he returned to our view, he taken all his clothes off. By this time Harry was stretched out on his bed and had a raging hardon. I looked at his huge _d_i_c_k_ and remembered the time he stuck it within inches of my lips. At that time it looked terrible, but I had to admit that now it did not look all that bad. I was glad that Josh was my first _s_e_x_ partner, but looking at Harry lying there with that big _d_i_c_k_ sticking straight up in the air made me a little envious of Phil. Just then Josh reached over and rubbed my hard _d_i_c_k_, and in the dark I could make out a bulge in his crotch.

By then I could see that Phil's _d_i_c_k_ was rock hard, too. He gave up all pretense of giving Harry a rub down. Instead, he just lowered his mouth on that huge _d_i_c_k_. As it slipped into Phil's mouth, Harry moaned in pleasure and placed his hand gently on Phil's head. Then I heard him speak to him in a rough voice. He called him a dirty _c_o_c_k_sucker. I was shocked. It was just the way Harry talked to Phil and me during initiation week. I had never heard anyone talk dirty during _s_e_x_. Josh always talked sweet to me while I was sucking on his _d_i_c_k_. I looked at Josh, and he smiled to reassure me that everything was all right. Next Harry told Phil to suck his _c_o_c_k_ all the way down. Phil tried but Harry's _d_i_c_k_ was too big. Then Harry told him to suck his balls. Phil hungrily slurped at Harry big balls. I felt Josh unzipping my pants and pulling my _d_i_c_k_ out. I reached for his. Harry continued calling Phil dirty names, but he did so softly and almost caringly. With each new name, Phil sucked more fiercely at Harry's genitals.

"Now eat my ass, you dirty _c_o_c_k_sucking faggot," demanded Harry.

Quickly Phil pushed Harry's legs up and fell mouth first on Harry's asshole. This really turned Harry on. He was squirming all over the bed. It got me pretty hot, too, because I had never seen anyone get his ass sucked. Josh and I had only sucked each other's _d_i_c_k_. We enjoyed _c_o_c_k_sucking so much that we had not tried anything else. Finally, Harry flipped over and stuck his butt up in the air and pulled his cheeks apart. Phil didn't wait to be told what to do. He put his mouth to Harry's ass and gave him a deep tonguing.

In the mean time I was past caring and let go of a hot stream of cum. Josh caught it in his hand and drank it straight down. I started pumping on his _d_i_c_k_, and he filled my hand with an equally hot load of cum. I couldn't get it to my mouth fast enough.

Just then Harry turned over and forced Phil's mouth down on his _c_o_c_k_. It was very obvious that Harry was pumping a big load down Phil's mouth. When Harry finished, he pushed Phil to the floor, reached under the bed, and pulled out a paddle. It was wrapped in cloth, and I wondered why. Phil drawled away from Harry, but I could tell he wasn't really trying. Harry stood over him and spoke sternly.

"You dirty little faggot! You know what you just did? You sucked my _c_o_c_k_. You licked my balls. You put your tongue in my asshole. Now you're going to pay for it. Turn over!"

Phil whimpered but turn his naked butt up. Then I knew why the paddle was wrapped in cloth. When Harry smacked Phil's butt, the sound was muted. Phil made a face but no sound came from his mouth. He grabbed his _d_i_c_k_, and I could see it was hard. Harry hit him again, and Phil began pounding on his _d_i_c_k_. Harry hit him harder and this time Phil's _d_i_c_k_ shot a white load of cum on the floor. After a pause, Harry took a dirty towel and wiped up Phil's cum. Phil was just sitting on the floor looking dejected. Harry leaned over and ruffled his hair and told him it was good.

"Yeah, but it's not what you really want," said Phil.

There was a pause, and Josh and I looked at each other wondering what Phil meant.

"Don't worry about it. I enjoy it this way, too," said Harry with a kindness I did not know he could muster. "Now let's get a shower."

Without another word, the two wrapped towels around them and headed down the hall to the bath. Josh and I slipped back to our rooms feeling a little guilty that we had seen something private and personal between Harry and Phil.