Sometimes Scott wasn’t sure why half the guys who tried to become pledges even applied. Partly because they weren’t exactly out right jocks or seemed that interested in that kind of frat lifestyle yet they always seemed to swarm to them and pleading to be considered as pledges. Like this one right now, Blaine Anderson, as far as Scott could tell he was far more academic and artistic then he was a jock or frat boy yet he’d been desperate to be tried out as a pledge and prove he had what it took to be one of them. Scott was kind of curious his reasoning for wanting this, for wanting to join and maybe he’d get him to confess it - but not right now.
Because right now he had Blaine on his back and laid out on the couch, the sound of his voice completely muffled by the head of the frat house’s thick, rounded ass over his mouth. It was quite a sight, Scott in just a baseball cap, tank top and gym shorts pulled down to reveal that impressive ass that was currently pressing right over the boy’s mouth. “That’s right bowtie, keep working on my ass. I told you you’d have to earn your place here and I’m not even close to being done with you” He chuckled, all bright smiles and sparkle in his eyes as he watched the shorter of the two struggle before pulling his ass away from his mouth for just a moment.
“Still think you’re up for this, pledge? I’m starting to think you’re way in over your head” Scott teased, looking down to see the state Blaine was in and what he might say in response.
