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.
This story serves as a follow up to a previous story, Off Limits! Make sure you check that out before proceeding!
Two months had passed since my encounter with Alexander. Almost getting caught by Tiffany and her friends made me quickly tighten up on my actions, as I wasn’t the kind of person to engage in risky behavior. As sexy as the thought of having sex with Alexander had been…I wasn’t willing to throw away my relationship with my best friend.
Unfortunately, that loyalty went unreciprocated.
Out of nowhere, Tiffany became cold and distant. I wasn’t sure what’d happened but she began lashing out on me and within the span of a few weeks, it seemed like our five years of friendship had completely evaporated.
We began arguing on and off about the smallest things – we went from arguing about utility usage, washing dishes and taking the trash out to having heated shouting matches and blow ups. I couldn’t figure out why we weren’t on good terms until she accused me of sabotaging her relationship with Alexander.
Her sorors and friends had gotten into her head and had her believing that I’d grown to be too close to Alexander. She accused me of talking about her behind her back to Alexander. She said that she didn’t know if she could trust me anymore and told me to stay out of her business.
I was shocked, because again…we’d been friends for over 5 years and she was believing the words of women that she’d known less than a year. Had I been judgmental of her actions? Absolutely. However, I hadn’t given her any reason to not trust me.
We argued for weeks regarding my loyalty and within a few and over time, I was over her. When my apartment’s leasing officer contacted us about renewing the lease on our apartment, I waved the white flag – I didn’t renew my lease.
I chose to sign a lease for a studio apartment in the Atlantic Station area. I didn’t consult with Tiffany or anything – she’d driven me to do this. I needed my own space.
Choosing to not renew my lease became another argument for us – Tiffany was essentially forced to find a new roommate on short notice and she was livid. She begged me to reconsider and began apologizing, trying to fix things between us but I was over her. Tiffany had some toxic ways and I didn’t have to put up with it. Apparently, neither did Alexander.
Alexander had broken things off with Tiffany the same week that I signed my new apartment lease. As I packed my belongings, I could hear the two of them in the living room talking things over on the same couch where him and I had almost hooked up.
He told her that he didn’t think that she was ready for a real relationship and she didn’t put up much of a fight. I listened to the two of them peacefully discuss everything, and I was surprised that Alexander hadn’t confronted her with his suspicions about her cheating…his correct suspicions.
Tiffany seemed dejected but I’m sure she was relieved. He was right – she wasn’t ready for a relationship and now she could fuck around with other men in peace. She was free to let her freak flag fly proudly, and I was sure that she would be over Alexander in a week.
Later that week, I’d moved out of our apartment and into my new studio apartment. Alexander actually helped me move, which was nice of him. My new apartment was small and quaint, but it was mine and I now had my own space. The last two months had been tough and I just wanted to get back to myself. I quickly threw myself back into my work and established my own social circle.
I’d assumed that with Alexander and Tiffany being broken up, I’d never see or hear from either of them for a bit, but that was only half true.
It seemed that now that Alexander was single, he was always in my text messages, my direct messages on Instagram or I was always seeing him out and about in Atlanta. I couldn’t get away from him. His constant barrage of “just checking in” messages and happy hour invitations were getting to be a lot.
I was on the fence when it came to the idea of accepting his invitations to hang out, because I knew that he was interested in me sexually.
I kept thinking about how hooking up with him would be disrespectful to Tiffany. We weren’t really friends anymore but I cared about being loyal. I also didn’t want to get caught up in any drama.
Whenever I declined his invitations, Alexander was always respectful. He never pressed me too hard to accept his invites. His history with Tiffany made things complicated and I didn’t need that additional stress. For now, I chose to keep my distance.
It was a Friday night and Alexander had invited me to join him and some of his friends at Joe’s on Juniper for drinks. I was pleasantly surprised, since Joe’s is known for being pretty gay friendly…but I also remembered that Alexander had a pretty eclectic friend group here in the city so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise.
I was already lounging on my bed when I received the invitation, so I declined but reading his response made me feel bad. I’d had a draining week at work and I didn’t want to do anything but chill and catch up on some shows, but Alexander had to go and call me out for declining his invitation. There wasn’t any bad blood, I just wanted to chill. I chose to not reply to his text, not wanting to get trapped in an argument.
A few hours passed before I moved again. I looked at my clock and I saw that it was now 11PM. It was late, but I figured that I’d go take a quick shower. I rolled off of my bed and I walked towards my bathroom, shutting the door behind me.
I slid my work clothes off and I threw them in my dirty clothes hamper.
Now naked, I kneeled down and I turned the water on, allowing it to warm up. As the room filled with steam, I stood in front of a long mirror, admiring myself
I saw my time at the gym beginning to pay off, noticing that my chest had begun to fill out. I ran my fingers over my nipples loving the fullness of my pecs. My arms and legs were also filling out, showing that I was putting on muscle all over my body.
I’d always been naturally slim, so getting this additional muscle tone meant everything to me. I looked pretty young for my age and that was proving to be a hurdle in attracting the men that I was into within the Atlanta area. Instead of allowing those insecurities to lower my self-esteem, I was working to change the things I didn’t like about myself.
Just as I was admiring my own body, I felt my dick begin to get hard – that was my signal to get my ass in the shower. I hadn’t masturbated in a while – I was saving my next nut for a worthwhile hook-up and I really wanted to get this shower over with so I could get into bed.
I stood in the shower for the next 10 minutes, lathering myself up, cleansing my body and enjoying the warm water hitting my body. I took time to shampoo and condition my curly hair as well, wanting to make sure I handled everything.
Just as I was rinsing the conditioner out of my hair, I began to hear my doorbell ringing. Whoever was at my door was being rude, pressing the button over and over.
“I’m coming!” I yelled from my shower…as if whoever was ringing my doorbell could hear me.
I quickly shut off the water, grabbed my towel from its hook and I wrapped it around my waist (without drying myself off). I then ran out of my bathroom and ran to my front door, opening the door without asking who it was.
Standing in front of me was none other than Alexander. He was standing in front of me wearing a body hutting black t-shirt that was tucked into his black jeans. His clothes fit in a way that just accentuated his body.
I instantly felt myself getting warm. A few moments passed before I remembered that I was only wearing a towel.
“Shit!” I said aloud before I let him. I didn’t know why he was here but I needed to put some clothes on before he saw my dick getting hard.
“Come on in, make yourself comfortable on…sit on the edge of my bed.” I said as I dashed into the bathroom to put on some underwear and a tank top.
I thought back to seeing him in that doorway. Yeah, I’d been conflicted with hanging with him and I’d kept out interactions to a ‘need to’ basis but dammit, he was looking fine as fuck.
I began telling myself that if Alexander were to ever initiate something with us, I’d see how things played out. I was done worrying about anything getting back to Tiffany. If he wasn’t worried, why should I be worried?
When I returned to the main room, Alexander was sitting on my bed and when I looked into his eyes, I could tell that he was slightly drunk.
“Alexander….what made you stop by unannounced?” I asked him as I walked towards my bed and sat on the opposing edge of it.
Alexander let out a chuckle before speaking. “My bad, I wanted to surprise you and stop by so I could see you…you’ve been ducking and dodging me for weeks now.” He said with a slight grin on his face.
I felt myself turning red. “Alexander, no one’s avoiding you.” I said unconvincingly.
“Yeah, you have…but whatever. I’m here now, and I’m seeing you in the flesh…so I forgive you.” Alexander said, slurring his words. I rolled my eyes hard.
“Yeah, you’re here now and you’re obviously drunk…why didn’t you go home?” I asked him, folding my arms and pretending to be bothered.
Alexander laid back on my bed before responding.
“Well, I walked here from the bar, I didn’t want to drive all the way back to Marietta tonight.” He said, giggling.
I thought about how dangerous that was. Here Alexander was, clearly drunk and he’d walked from Joe’s to my apartment?
“Alexander, something could have happened to you man.” I said.
“Nothing did though…plus, I can tell that you were happy to see me.” he said, smiling as he laughed as he pointed to bulging dick print.
“Man, whatever…why didn’t any of your friends take you home?” I asked him as I stuffed a pillow in my lap.
Alexander allowed his eyes to close , saying “I didn’t want them to, I wanted to come see you. We never hang anymore.” He said as he struggled to keep his eyes open.
Hearing that Alexander wanted to see me that badly was definitely a turn on. Hearing that made me smile.
“If you say so.” I said, trying to not show that I was happy to see him.
“Yeah…plus, I wanted to crash with you if that were possible since your apartment is so close.” He asked me.
Without thinking about it, I agreed to let him crash.
Soon, we were both relaxed and we started catching up how things had been since we’d both cut Tiffany off. We both shared Tiffany horror stories, laughing as we compared out experiences with her. Tiffany had done some real damage to his psyche, and as a result, he wasn’t interested in a serious relationship at the moment. I told him how I’d been striking out with men in the area left and right, so he was in good company on ‘team single’. We talked for what seemed like hours and it was clear that his buzz was wearing off.
I contemplated getting him an Uber back to Marietta so I could get some rest alone but it was late and I could hear that it was now storming outside. I decided to let him crash with me, as it seemed like the most sensible thing to do.
By 1AM, I decided it was time to call it a night and he agreed. My queen size bed was big enough to accommodate the two of us, and given I didn’t have much furniture in my studio apartment…I had no choice but to share my bed with him.
I pulled back my covers and got under them as Alexander stood on the other side of the bed. He began to remove his black t-shirt, revealing his sculpted body. He caught me staring and smiled.
“Hey, I have a question.” Alexander asked me, breaking my stare.
“What’s up?” I asked him.
“Well, do you mind if I sleep in just my underwear? I clearly didn’t go to the club with an overnight bag and before you try to give me some of your clothes…I’m taller than you and they won’t fit. I don’t really do pajamas anyways….” He said, his voice trailing off.
I wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to see Alexander half naked. “I don’t mind at all man.” I said, trying to conceal my excitement.
“Bet.” Alexander said as he turned his back to me, unbuckled his belt and slowly slid his pants down until they hit the floor. I was enjoying this strip show, admiring his round and firm butt, which were encased in a pair of silky briefs.
He had great taste in underwear. I stared at his thighs and his ass as he bent over to grab his clothes from the floor. He walked over to my desk and placed his pile of clothes in the chair, making sure everything was accounted for.
He then turned around and headed towards the bed. I took in a quick breath as he walked towards me. His dick wasn’t hard but the bulge told me he was packing some heat. Alexander didn’t even notice me staring as he approached the bed slowly.
Alexander climbed into my bed and turned off the lamp that sat on the nightstand. He thanked me in advance for my hospitality and he promised to be out of my hair first thing in the morning since he was certain I had better things to do than spend my Saturday babysitting him. I laughed before I said “It’s no big deal, Alexander.”
I turned off the lamp that was beside me. It seemed like the moment I closed my eyes, I was knocked the hell out.
I hadn’t been asleep more than two hours when I felt something…no someone running their hands along the underside of my underwear, reaching for my dick. I was tired and disoriented, so I tried my best to not panic until I remembered that Alexander was crashing with me.
Realizing that he was beside me, feeling me up made me go from ‘panicked’ to excited’ so I pretended to be asleep, wanting to see where this would go. I fought to prevent myself from making any kind of noise as my dick hardened.
My dick continued to get hard as his warm hand ran up and down the length of my dick. I could feel him shifting his body weight beside me, turning to face me so he could get a better grip on my dick.
I stifled a moan and opted to let out a fake snore as the tip of my dick peaked from under the waistband of my underwear. Alexander took this opportunity to gently lower the waistband of my underwear completely and reveal my entire dick.
Alexander was now gently jacking me off as I bit my lip in the dimly lit room. I don’t think he was even worried about if I were awake or not. It hadn’t been but a few minutes and my dick began to release pre-cum, which was a sign that I’d truly been backed up.
Alexander wasn’t disgusted by the flow of pre-cum running down the tip of my dick - he used it as lubricant to jack off my dick more smoothly.
I involuntarily thrust myself up into his hand but Alexander didn’t even notice. His hand was wrapped around my dick tightly as he moved it up and down. I finally let out a groan as I opened my legs wider, giving him more access.
I could feel him abruptly stop, which made me remember that I was ‘supposedly asleep. Alexander quickly snatched his hand away from me and froze up.
With my dick leaking pre-cum, I clenched my eyes shut and I let out some more ‘fake’ snores so Alexander wouldn’t freak out and stop. I had no idea where this was heading but I needed this nut!
Once Alexander was convinced that I was indeed still asleep, he doubled down on his efforts to engage me sexually. While I was pretending to sleep, Alexander’s hands were once again tugging on my dick.
I could feel him occasionally studying my face for reactions as he jacked me off but I was committed to ‘playing asleep’ by keeping my eyes close. As much as I wanted to stare him in the eyes, it wasn’t worth it if it were going to make him stop.
I was enjoying him jacking me off when suddenly, the sensation completely changed – instead of a rough hand gripping my dick, I could now feel the tip of something warm and wet on the tip of my dick!
My eyes shot open and I instantly thrust my crotch upwards as Alexander descended his lips down on my dick. Alexander had thrown all caution to the wind and he wasn’t worried about waking me up…nor was I worried about pretending to be asleep. I couldn’t stifle or suppress my moans anymore.
Alexander threw himself into the blowjob, slurping, licking and running his tongue up and down the length of my dick like it was the last time he’d ever get the chance to suck a dick. I couldn’t believe that I was in this situation!
No longer giving a fuck, I moved my hand, placing it on top of his head and forcing him to take more of my dick into his mouth. Alexander looked up into my eyes as he kept sucking my dick, realizing that I was clearly awake and okay with what was going down. He managed a weak smile before refocusing his efforts on sucking my dick.
I bucked wildly in the bed as he continued to suck my dick like a champ. He began to rub his hands all over my inner thighs as his head bobbed up and down in my lap. I moaned loudly as Alexander continued.
Alexander continued to show out, letting me know that this wasn’t his first-time sucking dick. He took my dick into his throat and held it there for a minute. I could feel him trying to hold back from gaging. I could feel him breathing through his nostrils as the hot air hit my pubic hair.
Then slowly, Alexander pulled off of my dick, only to take it back into his throat again, driving me crazy! I bit my lips as Alexander continued to show out. I could feel my orgasm beginning to build, and I think that Alexander could tell that it was approaching as well.
Alexander began sucking me really hard, deep and fast. I began thrusting up into his mouth, essentially fucking his mouth. Prior to this blowjob, the sounds of rain and snores filled the room.
The sounds of sucking, slurping and moans filled my studio apartment. I normally tried to be cautious of the noise levels in my apartment because my walls were thin, but fuck it. Maybe my neighbors would appreciate the performance that we were putting on.
I found myself moaning as Alexander reintroduced his hand to my dick, jacking the base of my dick as he sucked on the tip of it. His mouth was sliding up and down my dick so fast that I didn’t even have time to announce that the inevitable was happening – I was about to send my nut straight down his throat.
I instinctively gripped the top of his head with my hands and I shoved his face down into my crotch as I thrust upwards. With my dick firmly planted in his mouth and throat, I began to nut, shooting a couple of thick spurts of creamy nut down into Alexander’s throat.
Alexander was a champ, sucking and swallowing my nut without any hesitation. I felt my body spasming as I relieved myself in his mouth.
Once I was finally done, I laid there in shock. With my dick still in Alexander’s mouth, I looked down to see him cleaning off the tip of my dick, not leaving any proof that I’d nutted.
Slowly, I began to pull my dick away from his lips. I could tell he didn’t want to give it up so soon. Alexander might have sucked another nut out of me if I allowed him too. The thought of that had me ready for a second round…but as the silence grew between us, I quickly realized that I probably needed to return the favor.
I turned on the lamp and I briefly looked over to Alexander as he laid beside me, staring up at me. I could tell that he was trying to gauge my reaction. I looked down at his dick, which was hard and I gave him a knowing glance.
A smile formed on his face as he felt my hand fondle his dick through his underwear. I couldn’t believe that I’d wasted valuable time trying to be loyal to Tiffany when I could have been messing around with Alexander.
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