Moving For Work
I’d made plans to move to from Atlanta, GA to Philadelphia, PA for my first job in Accounting out of undergrad, and naturally, I checked with my chapter brothers to see if any my older chapter brothers lived in the city. I figured I would be able connect with those brothers once I got settled into new apartment and had been able to get into the groove with things with my new job.
Nelson Middleton (Me)
Unfortunately, my relocation turned out to be a complete nightmare. The accounting firm that I was working with mishandled my relocation reimbursement, so I couldn’t immediately sign the lease. I’d fought to resolve that, only to find that my apartment still wouldn’t be ready in time for me to move in. This meant that I had to find somewhere to crash for a week while my apartment complex prepared my apartment.
One of my older chapter brothers that lived in the area reached out to me via Facebook – he’d heard of the issues I were having from my Dean of Pledges and he wanted to connect us, hoping that the brother in question would let me crash with him until my spot was ready.
The older fraternity brother is Dwayne “Extreme FOURce” White, a Fall 2009 Initiate of Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity Incorporated. He was the #4 on his line of 5 and although I knew of him via having learned our chapter’s lineage while on line, I’d never met him. We’d had one conversation while I was pledging (it was a part of a test to seek knowledge from older brothers in the frat) but none of my older prophytes really knew much of him.
My chapter advisors often encouraged us younger brothers to reach out to older brothers but the few brothers that knew Dwayne personally insisted that he was known for keeping a healthy distance from the chapter. Knowing this, I still felt inclined to reach out to Dwayne. I needed to be in Philly to get situated, so hopefully whatever beef he had with the chapter didn’t extend to me. So, I took the chance and looked him up on Facebook. When I found his profile, I immediately noted to myself how attractive he was. Attractive didn’t do him justice – the man was fine as hell. I searched his page for any mention of the fraternity or our chapter and unfortunately, I didn’t see anything. Still, I was sure I had the right guy so I shot him friend request and a message.
Seeing him reply pretty quickly gave me hope that this could work out. I gave him a call that evening and after he tested me (to confirm that I was a brother), we began discussing my relocation, my dilemma and his experiences in Philly. He seemed pretty sympathetic to everything that I was dealing with and that eased my nerves a bit when he offered to open his home up to me. Dwayne was a couple of years older (he was 29) and he let me know that he was a homebody, like myself. He was also up front and told me that he Gay and lived openly. I was surprised.
Not because it was an issue – I was surprised because I’m also Gay. I hadn’t met anyone else in the chapter that was Gay and I typically kept that information to myself. I was scared to let him know, but I wanted to be up front with him so I disclosed to him that I was also Gay and that his sexuality wouldn’t be an issue. Once I disclosed that to him, he immediately opened up to me.
“Are you really?” He asked
“I am, although I’m not our or open. I have my reasons.” I said. This was my first time really telling anyone about myself, and it was to a virtual stranger, at that.
“Trust me, I understand, as I’ve been there. Anyways, you’re welcome to crash in my guest room for a few days. It’ll be good to connect with a younger brother from the chapter.” He said. I felt warm reading that. I couldn’t help but get excited, finally having the chance to meet another brother that had crossed into the same chapter that was also Gay.
Once we got all of the pleasantries out of the way, we made arrangements for my drive to Philadelphia. With a plan set in stone, I’d packed up my few worldly possessions (clothing, TV and Greek paraphernalia) into my car and I trekked my way from Atlanta to Philly the following weekend. I couldn’t wait to meet him.
Upon my arrival on a warm Saturday night in June, Dwayne greeted me as if I were an old friend, which made me feel great. It was dark outside so I didn’t get a great view of him but from what I could tell, he had a solid build. He helped me unpack my car and take my belongings into his house, giving me my first view of him.
The first thing I noticed about Dwayne is that he was fine as fuck. Dwayne was about 6’0 even, had a nice muscular build with a rich brown complexion. As he went through his stories of pledging, I kept getting lost in my own thoughts about his sex appeal. During our first conversation, there were multiple instances where he’d have to get my attention. Part of me felt like there wasn’t any issues with me staring – we’d both established the fact that we were gay men, so my staring should have let him know that I was attracted to him.
Dwayne White
Dwayne and I spent the evening going through our shared experiences as men of Alpha. There was a 7-year gap between when we’d crossed into our chapter of our fraternity – he’d crossed in the Fall 2009; I’d crossed Spring 2016. He’d graduated the next semester and had moved to Philadelphia for work, so outside of his own line brothers, he wasn’t personally connected with anyone that crossed into the fraternity after him. Maybe I could get him to reach out to younger brothers in the chapter to connect with them.
When I suggested that, he was immediately disinterested.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea.” Dwayne said, taking a sip of his Pepsi.
“Why not? You’re in the chapter lineage. These people know your info and you’ve never thought to reach back out to see how the chapter is doing?” I asked, confused.
“Let me ask you this: are you out to the chapter, or are you discreet?” he asked, placing his drink on the table.
“That’s my business, I don’t tell them shit.” I said, trying to figure out where this was going.
“I don’t blame you. But for me, I live in my truth. Living in my truth means being open. That means that when I came out to the chapter before graduating, I wasn’t received well by the older brothers in the chapter. Things were different in 2010 – the men that were in the chapter weren’t with having an openly gay man in the chapter, even if I was masculine. They made what should have been an amazing last semester for me a horrible one. They excluded me from chapter events, road trips, anything that I’d looked forward to after crossing. My four line brothers tried to be there for me, but they never really knew how to change the perspective of the brothers that disagreed with my sexuality. So when I left Wilton State University, I vowed to never give back to that chapter.” Dwayne said, leaving my jaw wide open. I couldn’t believe what he’d experienced.
“Wow. Did any of them ever apologize?” I asked, hoping things hadn’t been all bad for Dwayne.
“Nope. I used to think to myself, ‘Maybe one day they’ll realize how badly they wronged me and someone will apologize. Maybe they’ll see that me being Gay didn’t impact the kind of brother that I had the potential to be.’ It never happened. I’ve managed to make connections with other Gay frat so I still see the worth of the fraternal bond but unfortunately, I never found that within my home chapter.” Dwayne said, looking down.
I was speechless. I hadn’t been in Philly for two hours and I already felt connected with Dwayne. His experiences were the very ones that had kept me in the closet while I was a student at Wilton State – I’d always been afraid that my chapter brothers would overlook how hard I’d worked for the fraternity if they knew that I was gay. I’d suspected other brothers in the chapter of being gay (like my line brother Jalen) but I wasn’t sure, so I left it alone.
“Can I ask you a question?” Dwayne said.
“Sure.” I responded.
“What’s kept you from telling the chapter about you? No offense, but before you told me, I was certain that you were ‘down’ just based on looking at you. So what’s kept you from opening up” Dwayne said.
I pretended to be shocked, but I figured most people had their skepticism about my sexuality based on just how immaculate my personal grooming tended to be. I proceeded to answer him.
“Well, if I’m being real, I don’t think who I’m fucking impacts the fraternity by any means. I’ve always wanted to keep a strong divide between my personal life and what I do within the fraternity.” I answered.
“But then, are you able to say that brothers really know you intimately? Think about that one.” Dwayne said, leaving my speechless. I found myself unable to respond to what he’d said.
“I can’t really say.” I said, looking him directly in his eyes.
“Exactly. I wanted brothers to know who I was, and respect me. I wasn’t asking for too much but they felt otherwise and shunned me.” Dwayne said, finishing his drink. I studied Dwayne’s facial expression and I realized that he wasn’t sad – he was over it. It made sense why he rarely referenced Alpha anywhere on social media. He hadn’t had the greatest experience. My heart felt heavy for him.
Dwayne stood up and walked to the refrigerator to pour himself a cup of water. It was then that I was able to stop thinking about his story, opting to focus on the specimen in front of me. Dwayne had a sexy body on him. As I took in his beauty, I felt blood rushing to my dick. We’d had such a great conversation that until now, I hadn’t focused on just how sexy he was! His caramel skin covered a thick caramel frame. He had a prominent bulge in his grey sweatpants that made my mouth water. Before I knew it, Dwayne caught me staring.
Dwayne’s Body
“See something you like, youngin?” he said, breaking my stare.
Feeling bold, I answered honestly.
“Actually, yeah. But it’s a free world, am I not allowed to stare?” I asked, smiling.
“The first eye-fucking is free, the next time I catch you staring, it’s going to cost you.” Dwayne said jokingly as he downed the glass of water that he’d just poured. Watching him drink the water felt ‘sexual’. What did he mean when he said ‘the next one is going to cost me’? I don’t know but my dick was now hard as hell, which Dwayne could see through his clear glass table.
“Yeah, you definitely like what you see. Your dick told on you, bruh. It’s impressive though” Dwayne said, turning around to place his cup in the sink.
I laughed nervously, not knowing that to say.
Feeling my nerves, Dwayne turned around and said “In the meantime…I need to get ready for bed. I get up every day at 5AM for work so I need to get in the bed soon. Don’t have a wet dream thinking about my dick, little nigga!” Dwayne joked.
“Whatever nigga, I could have you if I wanted you! Thank you for opening your home to me though. Real talk.” I said, looking up at his strong chest.
“No problem. Even if I keep my distance, I’ll never turn a brother away. Especially not when they’re as fine as you are.” Dwayne said, winking at me. Was this nigga really flirting with me?
With that, Dwayne gave me access to a spare set of keys and taught me how to activate his security system upon leaving his house. I’d made plans to stop by the Accounting Firm to do some paperwork, then view the city afterwards. We made plans to grab drinks after he got off work the next evening so I was looking forward to talking more with him.
As I went to bed that night, I thought about everything that Dwayne had shared. I couldn’t even imagine feeling ostracized from the fraternity in the way that he did. It made me sad that I could have had the same experiences if I were to come out. In a way, I felt blessed that we’d connected because in a way, if felt good to not be the only ‘Gay’ in my chapter.
I got so caught up in processing how I’d feel if I were in Dwayne’s shoes that in an attempt to not get sad, I thought back to Dwayne’s build. He was a couple of years older than me but I had to admit – he was sexy as fuck. If I had my way, I’d definitely crawl up under him on a late night. Little did I know, that night was coming sooner than later.
The week at Dwayne’s had been amazing. He’d leave early in the morning every day but he always made sure to come home and spend time with me. He was incredibly hospitable and he was easy on the eyes. He made a ton of effort to show me Philadelphia, helping me feel acclimated. He also encouraged me to sight see during the days when he was at work. I took his advice, using my free mornings and afternoon getting familiar with the city and checking on the status of my apartment, as I was hoping to move into it this coming Saturday.
I will say that we’d quickly gotten comfortable with each other so fast that I wasn’t looking forward to the week ending. We would flirt daily, complimenting each other’s build and looks. I wasn’t going to turn his compliments down because they served as an ego boost but I found myself fantasizing about fooling around with Dwayne. His energy was so confident and infectious that it turned me on. I’d never looked at older men as viable sex-partners/lovers but I don’t know – Dwayne’s sex appeal was off the charts. The fact that he seemed to like my company also helped.
More than anything, I was grateful that I’d reached out to him. I initially only reached out to him because I needed a place to crash for a week but I’d inadvertently connected with a chapter brother that had seemingly been forgotten amongst the many brothers that had joined Alpha at Wilton State. I felt a kinship with Dwayne that I’d never felt amongst other fraternity brothers. It felt like we’d known each other forever.
A few days later, I came back to Dwayne’s house after a day of day drinking and sight-seeing with a friend from undergrad that also lived in Philly. I felt like I smelled like “outside” (you know what I’m describing) so I went upstairs, hoping to get cleaned with I heard the shower running.
“Fuck, Dwayne beat me to the shower. I thought to myself as I reached the top of the stairs. The bathroom door was open I guess because Dwayne assumed that I was out and about, so he had his house to himself. I don’t know what made me think of it, but I realized that this was my chance to see what he was working with. We’d spent the week getting to know each other and casually flirting, but I hadn’t been get any vibes from him. I slightly opened the bathroom door a bit more, and I smiled.
Dwayne had the shower curtain slightly open. I caught a glimpse of his muscular body as the water cascaded off of his muscular body. Upon further inspection, I noticed that his hand was moving through in an up and down motion in the shower. This nigga was jacking off! I squinted through the curtain, hoping to make out the silhouette of his dick. If my eyes weren’t deceiving me, he was carrying a nice piece. His dick was thick as hell based on what I saw. It had to be at least 10 inches with a thick, fat mushroom head.
I took in what all I could see, wanting to cherish this moment. His ass was muscular and round. Dwayne was honestly a perfect specimen. I was so caught up in the moment of watching this fine man that I didn’t realize that he was moaning. I could tell through the shower curtain that he was approaching his orgasm – his body bucked wildly as he approached his climax. I heard him moan loudly – signaling that he’d cum. I took this moment to slowly and silently close the bathroom door so he wasn’t creeped out by my moment of voyeurism.
I went back to the guest room with an obvious hard on, excited that I’d had the chance to see Dwayne up, close and personal. I closed the door behind me, got on bed. I pulled my shorts down and leaned back on the bed.
Nelson (Me)
I was so turned on by the sight of Dwayne in the shower that I decided to masturbate. I pulled my and briefs down in one swift movement, freeing my dick to stand tall and proud. I reached for the lotion on my nightstand when I heard the door handle opening. Before I could cover myself, Dwayne was walking into the guest room, naked as hell.
Naked. As Hell.
I quickly grabbed a pillow and covered my crotch area (feeling exposed) as I yelled “What the hell!?”
Dwayne had a smirk on his face, I couldn’t read what was going on in his head. He stared at me in silence for a few seconds before he smiled and said “I told you that your first stare was free”.
I was so confused. His next statement quickly cleared any possible confusion that I had.
“Nelson, you think I didn’t see you sneaking a peek in the doorway? I saw that shit. I’ve never had an audience but you seemed to enjoy my little moment.” He said, grabbing his own dick and pulling on it a few times. His dick immediately responded, as I noticed an erection forming. I sat there in silence, not sure what to do.
“You saw me naked so it’s only fair that I see you naked too. I’ve seen you staring at me all week and I’ve been staring at you too. Listen, you a sexy young nigga and I’m a sexy man myself. You ain’t gotta be my man or anything but we clearly have some sexual tension going on here. We may as well go ahead and get this out of the way.” Dwayne said, approaching the bed.
I didn’t respond as he gently pulled the pillow off of me. He climbed on the bed and kneeled over me between my legs. He reached for my hips, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and helped me remove it, leaving me naked. He then looked down into my eyes and said “You down?”
I simply looked up into his eyes and I nodded. I didn’t believe that this shit was happening until he pushed his lips into mine.
I moaned into his mouth as Dwayne reached for my dick and started to slowly jack me off. I wasn’t expecting this but my dick clearly welcomed his efforts as it began to harden. Once Dwayne realized that I wasn’t resisting, he pulled back from our kiss and looked down at my dick, which now hard and throbbing in his hands.
Dwayne looked up into my eyes, almost asking for permission to proceed. I simply nodded, giving him the go ahead. Dwayne leaned forward and licked the head of my dick. Feeling his warm, wet mouth was an amazing feeling. I spread my legs as Dwayne settled in between them, with him taking my dick deeper into his mouth.
“Oooo fuck…” I moaned, rolling his eyes up into my head. I hadn’t felt anyone’s mouth on my dick in such a long time, I nearly forgot what a blow job felt like (even a bad one).
Dwayne bobbed his head back and forth, as he stretched his mouth to accommodate my big dick. I sat there in awe that this was evening happening – we’d flirted and made advances towards each other all week but this nigga was really sucking my dick like a pro.
I was trying to hold off from busting a nut quickly but the combination of Dwayne’s hot mouth, a jerking hand and the fact that I hadn’t received a blowjob in forever were working against me…so much so that I was already leaking pre-cum. Knowing that he was enjoying my pre-cum was sending me over the edge. My dick began to throb, signaling my impending orgasm. I didn’t want to disrespect him by cumming without warning him so I grabbed my dick and pulled it out of his mouth. I began to jerk it profusely as Dwayne looked up into my eyes.
“Bust that nut, bruh. Bust that shit!” he whispered, encouraging me to cum.
“I’m trying!” I moaned. Dwayne decided to lick along the tip of my dick in an attempt to help me cum faster.
“I’m getting close…” I warned him.
With that, Dwayne latched his mouth back on the tip of my dick, which made me shudder. I was definitely closer to cumming.
“I’m gonna cum, seriously!” I warned Dwayne, trying to grip my dick for dear life, almost trying to keep myself from erupting. Dwayne ignored me, taking more of my dick into his mouth.
“Move your mouth Dwayne! I’m about to blow, man!” I yelled one last time, before my entire body jerk. Without warning, a couple of blasts of cum erupted from my dick directly into Dwayne’s mouth.
Dwayne could barely keep up with the flood of semen as it fired from my dick like water from a hose. Dwayne was clearly experience - he sucked and swallowed until what he missed was painted all over his lips, chin, and cheeks.
I fell back into the pillows as Dwayne licked the perimeter of his lips for the cum that remained on his face. I decided to lay back, exhausted and in shock that Dwayne had sucked my dick.
After a few minutes of us laying on the bed, I broke the silence that filled the room.
“What made you do that?” I asked him.
Dwayne sat up, still fully naked. I noticed that his dick was hard.
“You clearly enjoyed my shower scene man. I told you the first night that the first stare was free, the next time I caught you staring would cost you. When I came here and I saw you jacking your dick, I decided that I needed to taste that shit myself bruh.” Dwayne said, shrugging his shoulders.
“So you don’t feel weird knowing that you sucked a fraternity brother’s dick?” I asked him.
“Not even man. You ain’t the first Alpha brother that I’ve done shit with and to be real…fraternity letters aside, we’re two Gay men getting our freak on. It’s not that deep.” Dwayne said, smiling.
I hadn’t thought about it but when you put it that way, Dwayne was right. It wasn’t that deep.
“Well, that was a good parting gift since I move into my spot tomorrow…” I said, sad that we’d waited until my last night here to do anything.
“Parting gift? Nah, we got a ton of time to do more tonight. We just getting started Nelson. The real parting gift I got for you is this dick, but you gotta get it wet before we go there.” Dwayne said, reaching down and grabbing his dick. I smiled as I sat back up on the bed. I guess I owed him after the amazing blowjob he’d just given me.
For more stories like this, FOLLOW @fratsonthedl
© BeyondTheSet 2018
@fratsonthedl Nice story. I read it because I just came across “Back On The Yard” on my dashboard and it said to read this one first before reading that one. Loved this one and about to read the next one! Sorry your work got removed, too. They did that crap to me and it sucks having to repost.
