Disclaimer: These stories are purely fictitious and the events and scenarios are as well. I try to touch on some real, meaningful experiences of Greek Life but the sex in these stories are based on fantasy with some realistic scenarios involving Fraternity Life for context. Make of that what you will. I don’t own the photos and videos featured on this story and I do not represent any official fraternal entities in any official capacity.
It was a chilly Friday evening in Mid-January and instead of spending it out with my frat brothers, I’d decided to stay in for some much-needed alone time. As a chapter, we were getting ready to pledge a new line of young men into Sigma and I wasn’t looking forward to giving up all of my free time.
After the week that I’d had, I really needed a break. My fraternity’s Founders’ Day Celebration had been an epic affair – we had chapters from all over the state of North Carolina come through to kick it with my chapter (in Charlotte) and I’d hosted a ton of brothers in my tiny apartment. All of them had left town this morning (finally) after a few days in the city…so I really just wanted to chill.
Rather than hit the clubs, I was spending my Friday evening on my couch watching television while I waited for a dick appointment to come through later in the evening.
I was clicking through my cable channels, searching for something to watch when the doorbell rang a few times.
I wasn’t in the mood to be bothered, so I sat quietly on my couch, hoping whoever was there would go away when whoever rung my doorbell began to knock on my door.
“Yo, Christian, you in there?!” a deep voice yelled from the other of my door. Whoever it was sounded familiar and they obviously knew that I lived here.
“Fuck.” I mouthed to myself as I stood up from my comfortable couch and I walked over to the door.
I was lounging around damn near naked - I was only wearing my favorite pair of navy blue Calvin Klein briefs so I quickly ran to my bedroom and threw on some sweatpants and a black t-shirt before I returned to my living room.
I was curious to know who was visiting me on what was supposed to be my night of peace without contacting me first. I found myself getting more irritated with each step.
I looked through the peep hole and on the other side of my door stood Robert Marshall, one of my older chapter brothers that’d crashed with me over the past few days. He was standing there, looking exhausted and impatient with…his duffle-bag beside him.
Why did he have his bags? I just knew that some bullshit was about to go down.
“Dammit.” I whispered to myself as I unlocked the door handle and I opened the door to be greeted by Robert.
“Rob…what’s going on?” I said as I stepped aside to let him in. Rob was supposed to be on his way back to Asheville on the Greyhound, so clearly something had happened if he were back here.
Rob ignored me, opting to drop his duffle-bag by my door and he walked over to my couch, plopping down without any kind of acknowledgment that he’d interrupted my evening.
I took in a deep breath before I spoke.
“Rob, what’s going on? Aren’t you supposed to be back in Asheville?” I asked him in a voice that barely masked my irritation.
Rob continued staring at the television, which was really pissing me off. I’d already allowed him to crash at my place for four days, keeping my place stocked with weed, allowing him to bring women (ew) into my place, the whole nine yards. I’d done my due diligence as a fraternity brother. I wasn’t about to allow him to ruin my night further.
“Rob, what the fuck!” I shouted, walking over to the area where he was sitting. I stood in front of the television, demanding an answer. Rob initially looked past me, before looking up at me in my eyes.
“Christian, clearly something happened if I’m back here.” Rob said, copping an attitude.
“Are you going to tell me what happened?” I asked him, folding my arms.
“Clearly, I don’t want to talk about it. I just need to crash another night, damn!” He shouted, raising his voice. He began to remove his white t-shirt, leaving him shirtless.
I stared at his tatted upper body for a second, taking his beauty in before I could resume getting to bottom of why he was here.
I folded my arms and I took a deep breath. “Rob, why are you still in town? And how do you know I didn’t already have plans for the evening?” I asked him.
Rob looked down at his phone before speaking. “Ugh, if you must know, I missed my Greyhound bus. I came back because I the next bus doesn’t leave until tomorrow around noon. Clearly you were just watching television, so you aren’t too busy.” He said, which pissed me off.
Before I could stop myself, I was already popping off at him. “For your information, I was expecting company later!” I replied.
Rob looked up at me and laughed. “Okay, and? You can have your little friends come over, I’m not stopping you, bruh.” Rob said, laughing to himself. When I didn’t immediately reply, a light-bulb went off in his head and his eyes got big.
“Oh, you were waiting for a nigga to come through?! Yeah, you can cancel all of that shit, I need to crash tonight and I don’t want to see nothing gay.” Rob said, laughing.
“Is that your way of asking me if you can crash, or are you telling me?” I asked him. I refused to acknowledge his homophobic comments, because I expected nothing but ignorance from him.
“I’m frat, I didn’t know I had to ask!” He shouted at me, looking completely bewildered.
I stepped back, shocked that he was yelling at me in my own place. I was really taken aback by how Rob was acting towards me.
“You know what Rob, yeah, you can crash but you gotta get the fuck up out of here first thing in the morning. You can spend your morning at the Greyhound station. Goodnight, asshole.” I said, snatching my phone off of my coffee table and walking towards my bedroom before Rob could say anything to me. I quickly shut and locked my door behind me.
I sat on my bed, irritated that yet again that I was hosting a brother in my personal space. I normally didn’t mind, but Rob was a different story.
Rob and I had a really weird history. When I pledged as a sophomore (two years ago), he was a Graduate Student at our university, so he wasn’t technically in my undergraduate chapter anymore.
This didn’t stop him from being involved in the chapter’s business, which meant that when I pledged, he was one of the many Sigma men that was apart of my pledge process. He was especially hard on me, being vocal about his discomfort with bringing in a Gay brother but I didn’t allow him to break me.
When I crossed and got initiated into the fraternity, he was congratulatory, emphasizing how ‘proud of me’ he was for not giving up. It was almost as if he’d expected me to quit, which didn’t sit right with me. He’d gone from being cold and distant to suddenly trying to be my friend, which didn’t sit right with me.
I brushed him off, not wanting to deal with him after he’d treated me so badly. He graduated that Spring semester and moved to Asheville to take a job at the university there, so I only saw him whenever he visited Charlotte. Unfortunately, each time he was in town, he would approach me about crashing on my couch. It was as if he just ‘knew’ I would say yes…and each time, I did…because I was taught to always look out for brothers.
I was frustrated with Rob, because he’d treated me so bad, I couldn’t understand why I continued to let him take advantage of me. Yes, we are fraternity brothers but at this point it felt like I was being taken advantage of.
Rob was attractive and charming – most people usually gave him whatever he wanted. I always sat down and had to ask myself if I was giving Rob a pass because he was ‘my type’. I refused to allow myself to be another gay man allowing a straight man to mistreat him due to his physicality.
“I can’t stand that nigga.” I said, feeling my blood boil as I laid back on my bed, thinking about how my night was ruined.
Now, I would have to cancel my plans with my hookup…which was upsetting as I’d cleaned myself out in anticipating of me getting some dick.
I looked at my clock and I saw that it was now 11:50PM. It was getting pretty late. I was upset with Rob, but I knew that if I was going to host him, I should probably give him some pillows and some covers, so he could sleep comfortably on the couch.
I got off of my bed, walked over to my closet and I grabbed my spare bedding. I walked over to my bedroom door and I opened it. The lights were off in the living room, so I assumed that Rob was asleep.
I tip toed out to the couch and I threw the covers and pillows on top of him, not caring if he actually utilized them. I’d provided him with bedding, I’d done my part.
As I walked away, I thought I heard Rob moving on the couch, but I didn’t care enough to investigate it. He was probably just trying to get comfortable.
I walked back into my bedroom and I closed the door. I thought back to how I should be getting dicked down at this very moment and I felt myself getting upset again.
“I may not be getting any dick tonight, but I still have my hand and my toy.” I thought to myself as I crawled on top of my bed. With Rob asleep, I figured I could at least bust a nut in the privacy of my own room.
I slid my sweatpants off, I removed my tank top and I grabbed some lube from my dresser. I then slid my briefs down and I began to feel myself up, caressing my dick and rubbing the tip of it. I hadn’t bust a nut all week, so my dick was hard in no time. I was obviously horny.
As I continued to stroke myself, my mind drifted to thoughts of getting fucked and how Rob had ruined that…then, those thoughts turned into imagining Rob on top of me, fucking me.
I couldn’t stand him, but I kept thinking back to seeing him shirtless earlier. He definitely had an effect on me – the thought of him fucking me made me want to experience something more impactful than my own hand.
I rolled over to the edge of my bed (so I could reach my dresser). I opened it, and I grabbed a 7-inch vibrating dildo that I kept hidden for emergencies like this. I quickly coated the dildo in lubricant and I turned the dildo’s vibrating feature on. Moments later, I raised my legs and pushing the tip of the vibrating dildo into the entrance of my asshole.
Before I knew it, I was moaning and squirming on the bed, fantasizing about Rob fucking me hard and deep!
In reality, I was pressing the dildo harder into my anal cavity, feeling a wave of euphoria rush through my body. I hated that I was having these thoughts about someone that was routinely disrespectful, took advantage of my kindness and abused our relationship as fraternity brothers. In this moment, none of that mattered – Rob was the object of my fantasy and he was going to help me catch this nut.
I struggled to focus on both shoving the dildo in and out of my own ass as I jacked off, wanting to really get the most out of this moment. I found myself moaning and groaning as the dildo sunk deeper into my ass.
I clenched my hole as I wished that I was experiencing a real dick. The dildo was nice, but it couldn’t mimic the feeling of having a man on top of me.
I removed the dildo, turned it off and I threw it on the other side of my bed so I could focus on jacking off. I used my right hand to stroke my dick as my left hand made its way down to my ass.
I began to touch my asshole, pressing into it and feeling how wet I was. I stifled a moan as I allowed two fingers to enter my ass. I bit my own lip as I continued to try and bring myself to orgasm.
“Mmm…” I moaned as my hole puckered (in response to me darting my fingers in and out of my sensitive hole.) I bit my lip as I thought about how good all of this felt. Having a real dick (preferably Rob’s) up in me would feel even better, but this would have to do for now.
Before I knew it, I was close to finally busting this nut! I continued to stroke my dick and fingering myself as I felt my balls tightening, signaling that I was about to nut! I bit my lip and I tightened my hand around the base of my dick, preparing to shoot all over myself.
“Fuck!!!!!” I moaned loudly as four thick ropes of cum shot from my dick, coating my pubic hair, my abs and my chest. I was in the middle of busting my nut when I heard Rob saying “What the fuck is going on…” before my doorway swung open! Without warning, Rob was standing in my doorway – shirtless with just his sweatpants on!
“What the fuck man?!” Rob said as one last rope of nut came shooting from my dick, landing messily over my chest, mixing in with the rest of the nut that had coated my body.
I was so fucking embarrassed as Rob stood by the door, grinning at me as I removed my finger from my ass.
“I look like a fucking frosted toaster strudel. The category is…glazed doughnut.” I thought to myself as I laid there, still in shock at Rob catching me as I busted a nut all over myself.
“I knew you were in here doing some freaky ass shit. All that moaning and shit.” Rob said, raising an eyebrow. I laid on my bed, naked, coated in my own cum. I was frozen in shock as my eyes fell to Rob’s crotch – I could see the beginning of what looked like a hard dick.
I decided to turn the tables on Rob (to deflect from my own embarrassment.)
“Are you sure you didn’t enjoy the ending of my little show? Cause I’m pretty sure your dick is getting hard over there.” I said.
Rob frowned and rolled his eyes. “Never, I was out in the living room, dreaming about a girl I’m fucking, my dick was hard before I came in here. Anyways, this shit is weird…clean yourself up nigga. I know you gotta get your nut, but you were making all kinds of noise, so I had to make sure you were good. I’m going back to the couch.” Rob said, taking another glance at me.
I swear I saw a wet spot forming at his crotch before he walked away but I wasn’t going to press the issue.
As Rob walked away, I sat up on my bed, grabbing some tissue from a tissue box to wipe myself off.
“That nut was worth it.” I thought to myself as I continued cleaning myself off.
I laid there for a few moments, trying to process what’d just happened.
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