Partying with the Frat Guy

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Author's Note: Avoid this story if references to smoking cigarettes and doing drugs will offend you. I based this on an actual organic encounter from my college days, and I didn't want to excise that context. In real life, I left the party when "Billy" drunkenly tried to start a fight with someone there. I've always wondered where his shameless flirting on the balcony might have finally led if his macho side hadn't kicked in as compensation.

Partying with the Frat Guy

By Bryce Manning

I had just finished my shift at a restaurant near the main strip of campus, gleefully walking out the door and immediately reaching for the cigarettes in my pocket. Yeah, I know smoking is terrible, but after a long shift working customer service I don't care about what anyone has to say. This is the highlight of my day after putting in eight hours of labor, my release from all the stress I'd endured slaving away under that roof.

Looking out into the world, I can't believe how perfect it is right now. The temperature feels like 70 degrees, an absurdly blue cloudless sky stretching up above my eyes. Spring was finally here.

Flicking my lighter, the end of my cigarette smolders as I inhale my first puff. All the bullshit finally melts away as I blow the smoke out. The burrito place I work at caters to vegetarians and vegans, and they'd been especially hellish this shift, scores of random people complaining about the food for no legitimate reason, like I have any control over it anyway. Worse than that, I'd been bombarded by people explaining their dietary restrictions all day, solemnly declaring them like they were at confession. How fucking hard is it to read a menu with everything clearly marked? I swear they get off on it.

Whatever. Fuck them all. Another cloud of smoke billows from my mouth as I survey the scene downtown. The sidewalks are teeming with people who have been shut up all winter. They look excited to finally be outside on this gorgeous day.

Off in the distance, I notice a particularly hot guy who's at least six feet tall walking toward me. His t-shirt is tight, muscular quads blatantly poking out of his preppy shorts. I can't help but check him out. His skin is so darkly tanned I decide he must have just spent an entire month on spring break doing nothing but sitting on a beach. The hot guy looks up at me as he comes closer, nodding his head. For a second I think he'd just caught me staring, but he walks right up to me and smiles.

"Hey man, you happen to have another smoke I can bum?" he asks, his intense brown eyes pleading.

I usually say no when people ask, but how could I refuse him? I pull the pack out of my pocket, pressing a cigarette into his raised fingers.

His face lights up like I'd just done him a huge favor. "You happen to have a light too?"

"Oh yeah, sure," I answer, grabbing the lighter from my pocket and igniting the cigarette as he sticks it into his mouth.

"You're fucking awesome, man," the guy says as the first cloud of smoke lists out of his mouth.

"Yeah, no problem." I was expecting him to start walking away to wherever he was headed, but instead he plants himself right there beside me, taking another big puff.

"You have no idea how much I needed this," he says like he's relieved. "We started drinking two hours ago and I finished my pack last night."

I chuckle. "Sounds like way more fun than I've been having. I just clocked out."

His head swivels to the restaurant's sign as he takes another drag from the cigarette. "No shit, you work here, bro? We order catering from this place all the time."

I'd assumed he was a frat boy from the moment I saw him, but the guy's constant use of the word "we" had me totally convinced. Looking down, I noticed that he was wearing boat shoes, a wing tattooed on one of his bronze ankles.

"Your orders are probably way easier than the ones from all the vegan assholes."

The guy laughs as he hits the smoke again. "Fuck that shit! I'd probably get fired in a day rolling my eyes every time some fat bitch mentions gluten."

I take my last puff, dropping the butt to the ground and stamping it out with my shoe. "I've come close way too many times, trust me," I mutter, preparing to step away.

The guy pats me on the shoulder playfully, obviously trying to stop me. "Hey, you seem cool, man. Would you want to go to a party down the street? There's going to be tons of booze and weed there."

I'd just spent my whole paycheck paying rent. I wouldn't be going out or scoring any green for at least two weeks. Now this hot guy was handing me the chance to indulge for free on this absolutely perfect day, when I had nothing else to do? Why the hell not? I looked the frat guy over reluctantly, but I could tell his offer was completely serious.

"Uh, I don't know," I pretend to hesitate. "I just met you five minutes ago."

He smiles as he throws his cigarette down, holding out his palm. "I'm Billy," he introduces as I grasp his hand. "And honestly, some girl I barely know invited me to this an hour ago, so I'm not going to know anyone there either. I think it's going to be all chicks and I could really use some backup."

"Well, I'm Mike," I introduce myself.

"Come on, Mike," he urges, taking a few steps forward and twisting his head back at me. "Come unwind after that long shift, man!"

The guy is so enchanting I can't say no. How could I possibly turn him down? I start following him, shaking my head like I can't believe I'm doing this.

"Yeah, Mike!" Billy whoops. "I knew you were ready to have some fun, bro. You were standing there begging for it!"

"I'm honestly surprised you asked me to come with you. You were just talking about hanging out with a bunch of your friends earlier.

Billy grins. "To be completely honest with you, dude, the chick who invited me has a little coke--and I mean a little. No way I want to share it with a bunch of the bros. No worries if you want a bump, though."

As soon as he says that, I know Billy must be a wild guy. I'd never even done coke, and now I suddenly feel myself hesitating about tagging along. What am I getting myself into? I picture the years of crazy antics this ridiculously hot frat boy has been involved in, and I know he's trouble.

"I'm perfectly content keeping that to myself, man," he adds, seeming to interpret the silence. "You can still drink and smoke your fill. They have good shit there, trust me. Seriously the best."

"Yeah, I'm definitely more cool with that stuff," I answer. Why does Billy seem to want me there so badly? I decide he's just insanely outgoing. He probably randomly meets people like this all time.

"Oh shit!" he calls out. "I forgot there's a Town Pantry over here! I'll pay you back on that smoke right now."

We wander into the convenience store, Billy strolling back to the cooler and picking up a 24 pack of beer. He's holding it up on his shoulder as he struts over to the register.

I watch him smile coolly. "Hey," he greets the girl at the counter, "can I get a pack of American Spirit blue and a few of whatever your best blunt wraps are? And a lighter. One of the good ones."

She diligently reaches up into the display case, pulling out the cigarettes, twisting around to grab the wraps he'd asked for.

"You getting off any time soon?" Billy asks.

I can see him smirking like he wants to fuck her. I can't believe how shameless this guy is, but that's exactly what I'd barged into.

The woman behind the counter laughs like she's drinking up his effortless flirting. "I'll be here for four more hours, babe, if you're still conscious by then."

Billy hands his credit card over, resting his big forearms against the counter. "We might need to come back for more supplies by then," he says, looking over his shoulder at me like I'm complicit. "I bet Mike would love for you to join us.

The clerk looks over at me, seeing the embarrassment on my face, and laughs off Billy's comment like she's heard it a thousand times before. "Sign there for me," she says, pressing the receipt over the counter. "And you boys have a great night."

Billy stuffs the smokes and rolling papers into his pocket, grinning at the woman again as he pulls the beer off the counter. We walk out of the store. As soon as we're past the door, he's ripping the cellophane off one of the packs of cigarettes with his free hand, the case of beer in the other. He pops the top open, drawing two cigarettes out.

"I owe you," he invites, pressing one of them into my fingers.

I don't even want to smoke right now, but I stuff it between my lips anyway. Billy stops, planting the beer on the sidewalk as he holds his hand up to block the wind, lighting the end with his brand new lighter.

I take a draw without even thinking about it, watching Billy spark up the cigarette in his mouth as he picks the case of beer back up

"You really don't even want a little bump when we get there?" he asks, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "You seem cool as fuck. I think you'd like it."

"A couple of those beers and a few tokes and I'll be good, man," I assure him.

"Right on," Billy agrees, slapping me on my back again. "I knew you were the perfect guy to bring."

The drone of music grows louder as we walk further up the street. There are crowds of people standing on lawns everywhere, at least half a dozen parties happening on this block.

"We're almost there," Billy declares.

He walks up to an apartment building, bounding up the stairs like he knows exactly where he's going. He flings a door open and steps right in, half a dozen obvious sorority girls almost squealing the second they see him. "Billy!" they all seem to shout in unison. I could already tell he'd lied about how well he knew these people.

He grins absentmindedly like he's used to his presence evoking this much excitement, dropping the beer to the floor and wrapping his arm around my shoulders. He yanks me forward.

"Hey, this is Mike!" he announces. "He's the cool as fuck guy who works at the burrito place downtown."

All the girls murmur greetings like they don't give a fuck who I am, Billy reaching back down for the case and pulling me into the kitchen. For a straight frat guy, he's touched me tons in the twenty minutes since we'd met, but I guess that's how they are.

"Madison!" he calls out, setting the beer down on the counter. One of the girls looks over at him, smiling expectantly. He pats another one on the shoulder. "Hey, Hannah, makes this awesome dude a super stiff drink," he instructs, instantly withdrawing with Madison to one of the bedrooms. The door shuts.

The girl at the counter beams at me like she thinks I'm cute. "So Mike, what's your poison?"

"Uh..." I don't even know what to say as I scan the half dozen bottles of liquor on the counter.

"You look like a whiskey man," Hannah decides, grabbing a handle off the counter and filling half a solo cup with booze. She grabs an open can of Coke and tops it off, lifting it up without stirring the contents and pressing it into my hand.

"Thanks," I mutter. I feel scared shitless without Billy in the room. This isn't my scene at all. How am I supposed to talk to this chick?

"So how do you know Billy?" she asks, sipping whatever concoction she'd poured for herself.

"Oh," I stumble, "he comes into the restaurant all the time. I saw him walking by right as I was getting off."

She nods her head like she believes me. "You know, I think I've seen you working there actually. You guys seriously have some of the best gluten free options in town."

I take a sip of the drink she'd poured, fearing that Hannah is about to launch into an exquisitely detailed explanation of all her issues with gluten. I almost gag trying to swallow the mixture down. God damn she made this fucking strong! No wonder the greek kids are wasted all the time.

Hannah laughs coyly at me, picking up on my dilemma. "Sorry if I put too much whiskey in that. I figured if you were Billy's friend...well, you know how wild he gets."

"Oh, no, it's good," I lie.

The bedroom door rips open, Billy and Madison stumbling out as Hannah jealously looks over. "The private party must be over," she mutters.

Billy glances at her and walks right up, grabbing her hips playfully. "You want a private party?" he slurs, his mouth turning into a smirk.

She rolls her eyes and slowly pulls his hands off, but I can tell she likes his touch. Hannah had probably always wanted to fuck him. Who wouldn't want to fuck Billy?

"Mike!" he yells even though I'm right next to him. "You want to toke some really good shit, man?" He doesn't wait for an answer, leading me over to the couch. There's a bong and a grinder on the coffee table, a mason jar half full of buds sitting in plain sight. He peers over his shoulder back toward the kitchen. "Hey, Ellie! Is it cool if I load this up again? I brought you some good blunts for later."

I look over to see another one of the sorority girls throw her thumb up at him.

"You're the fucking best, Ellie!" Billy calls back, immediately opening the grinder up and starting to pack a bowl.

I can't even believe a guy like this exists. He'd shamelessly walked into the room and taken whatever he wanted, and no one cared. I know he must act like this all the time. Everyone rolls right over for him. I certainly did.

"She is a stoner's stoner, man," he comments as he pulls the bong up to his mouth. "Always has better shit than anyone in the frat." He flicks his lighter, pressing his lips around the glass cylinder as it fills with smoke. He clears it effortlessly, blowing out a massive cloud as he hands the piece to me.

I'm not as practiced and suave as Billy, but I take a hit too. I start to feel the weed as soon as I exhale the thick curtain of smoke out. He wasn't kidding about this stuff being good. We trade the bong back and forth, each of us taking a few hits. As Billy blows out a final round of smoke, he sets the piece back down on the coffee table.

"How you feeling, Mike?" he asks with a grin.

"Pretty good," I answer, barely saying the words above a whisper.

Billy looks ridiculously satisfied with himself. "You're fucking blazed already, aren't you?"

"Yeah," I admit. I hadn't been stoned in weeks, but feeling the warm fuzziness of the high kick in, I finally feel comfortable being at this party.

"Come on, bro," he orders as he stands up. "Let's go have a smoke."

I don't even want a cigarette as Billy pulls me to the balcony door, but I follow him anyway. He slides it open like he's been here countless times before. I reach for my pack but he bats his hand against my arm.

"You got me earlier," he says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his cigarettes. "Now I've got you." He hands me one, lighting it as soon as I press it into my mouth.

"Thanks," I mutter.

Billy sparks his own cigarette as he stretches over the railing of the balcony, looking out at the parking lot. "You see anyone you want to fuck in there?" he asks without looking at my face, smoke billowing above his head.

"Uh...they're all pretty hot," I mumble.

He looks over his shoulder at me, a knowing look on his face. "They're all hot, huh?" Billy grins. "You don't want any of them, do you?"

What the fuck does that mean? "What?"

"You don't want to fuck any of those sluts inside," Billy clarifies. "I was watching you, bro. Watching you the whole time. You didn't even check any of them out."

I immediately feel defensive. "No, when you went back...with, uh..."

Billy snorts, blowing out another big cloud of smoke. "You're good, Mike. Relax. You know I saw you checking me out earlier, right? Why do you think I asked you here? Honestly, man, I have about a hundred questions I want to ask you right now. And I'm fucked up enough to do it."

He's scaring the shit out of me. He knows I'm gay? He'd known the whole time? I pull the cigarette up to my mouth without even thinking, just wanting to get away. I look up at Billy like I can't believe he said that.

"Dude, I knew the second I saw you," he says calmly. "We're good, man, seriously. I just want to ask you some stuff."

I hesitantly puff at the cigarette in my hand, feeling like a captive.

"Does it actually feel good getting fucked in the ass?" Billy poses.

Is he fucking joking right now? "Uh..."

"Don't do that," he scolds me. "Chicks never want anal but gay guys seem to love it. So does it feel good getting fucked up the ass or not?"

I realized Billy had this moment in mind from the second he invited me to this party. I think about leaving, but then another thought creeps across my fuzzy brain: is he trying to score with me right now?

Billy sighs like he's annoyed by my silence. "Hey man, I know you're a little fucked up right now, but stop looking so hesitant. I seriously want to know. Does it feel good or not?"

"It feels amazing," I finally reply.

He looks intrigued as he takes another drag from his cigarette. "It doesn't hurt?" Billy asks like he doesn't believe me.

"I mean, at first it does when your ass is...uh...getting used to the feeling," I try to explain. "But when you're finally relaxed it feels amazing."

His brown eyes light up as he peers straight into mine. "Does it feel better than fucking?"

I nervously hit my cigarette. "Well, it's different."

"Different how?" Billy immediately demands.

"Well, I like fucking, but getting fucked...it feels...better I guess? I don't know, maybe I'm just more of a bottom."

He looks fascinated, seeming to know exactly what that means. "Do you think I have a nice ass, man?" He twists it in my direction, the perfect globes of a bubble butt obvious in his khaki shorts.

"Yeah," I admit, feeling my dick stiffen.

Billy throws his cigarette butt off the balcony, turning to face me again.

"You have a place we could go back to, Mike?"

I look around anxiously. Is this guy seriously trying to take me home?

"There's no one else out here, bro," Billy says dismissively. "Do you want to go back to your place with me or not?"

I feel my heart pounding in my chest. "Are you being serious right now?"

He reaches out and grabs my hard dick through my shorts, his eyes fixated on my bulge as he strokes it a few times. Billy looks back up at me as he pulls his hand away. "Does that answer your question?"

He's such a fucking arrogant asshole, but I'm more turned on than ever. I still look at him hesitantly, not believing this is real.

"Dude, I want to try it," he declares firmly. "Right now. If you aren't down to do this with me, I'll ditch you, find some other guy on Grindr, and walk on over to his place instead."

I'm shocked he knows what Grindr is, stunned that the hot frat stud who I'd already witnessed flirting with three girls has an account. But I can tell his threat is serious. Why the fuck not? If he really wants to try getting fucked, I might as well be the one.

"Let's go then," I decide.

Billy grins, sliding the balcony door open without saying another word. He turns back to the girls as we're halfway to the exit. "Hey, Mike has a connect for some more powder!" he shouts at no one in particular. "We'll be back in like an hour."

I look back to survey the faces of the people I'd just met as we head for the front door. Madison looks thrilled, but Hannah looks perplexed, like she can't believe the guy who'd struggled to choke down a cup half full of whiskey knows anything about coke. Whatever, that wasn't my problem to deal with. I'd probably never see any of these people ever again.

I take the lead as we hit the sidewalk, directing Billy to my apartment.

"You have roommates, man?" he asks as he's pulling out another cigarette.

"No, it's a one bedroom."

"Fucking sweet," he mutters, flicking his lighter. "You have no idea how excited I am to finally try this."

"So have you, uh, fooled around with a guy before?" I wonder.

"Yeah," Billy admits brazenly, dragging on his cigarette. "Honestly, the best head of my life by far. He even swallowed my load! We were both wasted, though. Never talked about it ever again. But that made me curious enough to start looking at the porn."

"Gay porn?" I whisper.

He laughs dismissively. "I'm in college, you know? Whatever. The guys getting fucked seem to like it so much. I kept jerking off thinking about it."

The more he says, the more I think he's a closet case who's always wanted to bed a dude. We walk up to my building, climbing two sets of stairs. When I turn to Billy after shutting my front door, he immediately grabs me, hungrily pressing his tongue straight into my mouth. He tastes like alcohol and cigarettes, but so do I. He kisses me like he's needed this for years, his hand grabbing at the bulge in my shorts.

"You're a great kisser, dude," Billy says as he pulls away, totally at ease. He slips his bare feet out of the boat shoes, casting his shorts down and stepping out of them. He pulls his shirt off.

I'm surprised at how fit he is after witnessing how hard he parties. His arms and shoulders are well-defined, his pecs thick and round, the faint outlines of a six pack on his stomach. He'd probably have amazing abs if he drank less. Billy's tanned skin transitions to milky white from his hips to halfway down his quads. His dick is half hard, maybe six inches when it fills out, his whole crotch shaved smooth. I look back up to his face to find him smirking cockily. He's used to people being impressed with him.

"Pretty nice, man, right?" Billy turns around, showing off the big globes of his pale ass. They're covered in a light layer of fur. "What do you think?" he asks, peering at me over his shoulder, his hands spreading his cheeks apart to expose his hole. "You want to be the first guy to ever fuck it?"

I drop my shorts as an answer, peeling my boxer briefs down. My hard eight inches is sticking straight out, the huge vein that runs down my shaft pulsing.

"God damn, Mike!" Billy reacts, turning around and reaching his hand out to grip my rock hard dick. He seems amazed at how thick it is. "I thought it seemed big feeling it through your shorts, but you could have warned me about this fucking horse cock! Fuck! How am I ever going to be able to take this thing?"

I'm 5'10" and pretty lean. No one ever expects my dick to be so huge. I shoot him a shit-eating grin. "Trust me, if you really want to take it that isn't going to be a problem."

He looks into my eyes with determination. "Then let's go fuck, bro."

I lead Billy to my bedroom, the naked frat guy immediately laying down on his back. He throws his legs up in the air, hooking his hands underneath his knees and holding his quads. If he'd really never done this before, he'd definitely watched a ton of porn fantasizing about it.

"So, like...do you just stick it in now?" He appears nervous for the first time since I'd met him.

I climb up on the bed and position myself between Billy's legs, his feet dangling beside my body.

"I should warm you up first," I suggest.

His fingers start to anxiously rub across his hairy legs. "Ok, yeah. How do we do that?"

The arrogant asshole who cockily strutted around like he owned the whole world and was automatically entitled to everything in it, who'd demanded to be here, had completely disappeared. Now he looked like a frightened little boy. He really was a virgin. Seeing the fear in his face, I feel like I'm the one taking advantage of him. I bite my lip wondering if I can actually do this.

"I'm good, Mike," he calls out. "I'm good, man. I want to try this. Just tell me what we have to do to make this happen."

How can I say no when he's talking to me like that? He wants this. He's probably been dreaming about this moment for years. "I'll finger you a little first," I answer.

"Yeah, that sounds good," Billy agrees, obviously still apprehensive. "Do it. Warm me up."

I grab a bottle of lube off my nightstand and squirt the liquid all over my fingers, reaching them to his hairy hole and rubbing the fluid all around it. He nods his head at me like he's ready, and I slide the tip of one in, penetrating a tight ring that definitely feels virgin.

"Oh shit!" he groans, his eyes wide. "Take it out! Fuck!"

My dick deflates as I pull my finger back from Billy's ass. He definitely wants to make this happen, but I start doubting we'll actually pull it off. My big cock probably is too much for his first time.

"Ok, try it again," Billy urges, looking up desperately into my eyes.

Or maybe it's not too big? This guy is so fucking determined I feel my faith surging back. Maybe he can handle it. I squirt another dollop of lube over my finger, pressing it back against his hole.

"Don't think about what's happening," I prompt him. "Try to relax. And breathe. Don't stop breathing." I break through his tight hole again, this time feeling less resistance as I slip an inch of my finger inside.

Billy grunts. "Yeah, that's better," he says like he's reassuring himself. "Is it all the way in?"

I laugh. "That's not even half." I push deeper until my first knuckle is resting against his ass. His hole is tight as fuck but still yielding, and so insanely warm. "Now it's all the way in."

"Well, it doesn't hurt anymore, man, but when does it start feeling good?" he asks impatiently.

I press my finger up against his prostate, rubbing the tender spot gently.

"Fuck!" Billy yells loudly, his legs quivering. He's captivated as he gazes up at me. "Do that again, dude. Please."

I massage his prostate again, giving him a longer taste this time as he moans ecstatically.

"No wonder gay guys like getting fucked up the ass!" he calls out like he suddenly understands. "What's next, Mike?" Billy looks at me longingly, trust evident in his eyes.

I pull my finger out, slicking the lube around a second, pressing both inside Billy's hole.

"God damn," he growls, breathing hard like he's giving birth. "How many is that? Four?"

I laugh at him again. "That's two." I draw the fingers out and shove them back inside, working up a rhythm.

Nervousness washes over Billy's face again. "That's only two fingers? Shit, man! My ass feels so fucking full already!"

"Relax," I remind him. "Don't think about how big it is. Think about how much you want this and keep breathing."

He nods his head, looking more determined than ever.

I pull my fingers out, Billy's hole slightly gaping open for a second before his ass clamps shut. I reach into the nightstand drawer and grab a condom, gripping the wrapper between my fingers to tear it open.

"Bro, you don't fucking need that," Billy objects. "If I'm going to do this I actually want to feel your dick in my ass."

He's back to acting entitled to anything he wants. I grit my teeth. "Billy--"

"My ass is virgin, man. You're high and a little drunk right now, and your first instinct is to grab a condom? I'll fucking risk it. Come on. Please."

Fuck it. I can't deny him. I let the condom fall down on the bed, pressing my rigid dick against Billy's ass. I slap my shaft against his pale white skin a few times, smearing the precum that's pouring out of my head all over his cheeks.

Billy is grinning. "Yeah, you want to feel your bare cock in my virgin ass, don't you, dude? Shove it in me."

I squirt more lube on my dick, spreading it all over, pushing my head against the still tight ring of Billy's hole. I press myself inside, feeling his ass stretch around the tip of my dick.

"Fuck!" he grunts immediately. "Take it out, man! I can't. It's too much. I can't. Fucking horse cock!"

Looming over this hot frat guy, being between his spread legs with the head of my cock buried in his ass, I feel the dominant top in me taking over. I'm intent on making this happen now. I have to fuck him. I'm going to plow Billy's tight virgin ass no matter what.

"Stop being such a whiny little bitch," I say with a sneer, not moving my dick.

"Mike, come on!" Billy protests, looking terrified as he glances into my eyes. "Please take it out!"

"You really want to pussy out now? You're so close to feeling the most amazing pleasure of your life," I promise him. "Just relax, man. Trust me and let me give you what you want."

He still seems scared, but he doesn't speak another word.

"I told you the first time is always rough, didn't I? I'll keep my dick right here for a minute. Let you get used to it."

Billy closes his eyes, his breathing calming. I can already tell he's less freaked out. I let thirty seconds pass and slip a couple more inches of my rock hard dick into his snug hole, feeling his silky insides willingly part.

"How much is that?" he demands.

"Stop fucking worrying about it," I grunt, glaring down at his face. "Trust me."

Billy's eyes blink open, but he's quiet. He's ready. I sink the rest of my cock into his virgin ass, pushing until my balls are resting against his warm skin.

He gasps as I bottom out, his eyes going wide again. "Holy shit, Mike!"

I feel myself smiling as I grab Billy's half hard dick and stroke it, a string of precum slicked on his stomach. "You did it," I congratulate him. "I'm balls deep in your ass right now."

I move my body closer to Billy's, wrapping my arms around his back and holding him as I kiss his lips gently, my cock still buried in his butt. He plunges his tongue forcefully into my mouth, sliding it ravenously against mine as I slowly start to pump my thick length in and out of his tight hole.

When I break the kiss, his eyes peer lustfully into mine. "It doesn't hurt at all," he says like he can't believe it."

"Told you. And now I'm going to start making you feel really good." I pull my dick all the way out, gingerly pressing it back inside, still cradling him as my shaft scrapes against his prostate.

"Yeah," Billy moans excitedly into my face. "Fuck me, dude."

I release him, lifting my body back up and quickening my pace, my strokes in and out of his ass growing more aggressive. "You look so fucking hot taking dick," I growl.

"You're so fucking hot, Mike!" Billy grunts out between his ecstatic moans. "Fuck my ass up with that huge dick!"

I grab his ankles with my hands, kissing his little wing tattoo before I spread his legs wider. I start vigorously pistoning into his ass, seeing Billy's toes curling as he groans and curses wildly. I'm pulling his body into mine with every thrust, feeling sweat start to drip down my face. When I withdraw my cock suddenly, Billy looks up pleadingly, his mouth still gaping open.

"Flip over," I order. "Get on your knees."

Without uttering a word he obediently repositions himself, resting his arms against the bed and lowering his head down. He pokes his milky white ass out uncertainly.

"Fuck yeah," I hiss, grabbing handfuls of his butt and smacking it roughly. Billy's whole body jumps up, a faint pink handprint obvious on his cheek.

"Fuck me, dude" be begs.

"Yeah?" I rub the tip of my dick against his wet hole, slapping my shaft against it a few times before I start to slide back in. His ass offers no resistance as I quickly bottom out. I grab Billy's hips and start pumping again, harder and harder until he's moaning louder than he was before.

Hearing voices, I glance over to my window and realize that I'd left it open. Anyone walking by outside could hear this beautiful frat boy getting reamed. That just made me want to pound him even harder. I drill his ass relentlessly for several minutes, pummeling him until I suddenly feel his insides clamp down hard around my cock, holding it like a vice.

"Fuck, Mike!" he shouts. "I'm--I'm fucking cumming!"

His ass spasms so violently around my shaft I almost lose my nut, as Billy's dick erupts all over my quilt.

"Fuck!" he yells blissfully at the top of his lungs. "Fuck!"

I hold my cock still until the sensations finally stop, his butt finally releasing me as Billy twists his face back at me like he's stunned.

"How the fuck did you...how the fuck did you do that?" he pants. "Shit, Mike! That was the best orgasm I've ever had! I wasn't even touching my dick!"

I grin at him, slapping his ass hard. "I've only made three guys cum hands free in my whole life. You were made for this." I'd assumed Billy was going to want to end this the second he got off, that he'd launch himself out of my bed and regretfully flee, but now I doubted that. "Bet I can make you do it again," I tease, pressing my shaft in to the root.

There's a voracious glint in Billy's eyes. "Yeah?" he challenges, lowering his head back down to his hands. "Fucking do it then, bro."

His ass feels looser and more relaxed than ever as I start pumping into his hole again. Within fifteen minutes he'd transformed from a reluctant virgin into a guy who was desperate to get plowed. I'd created a monster. Quickening my pace again, slamming his butt hard, I already know he's going to want this all the time.

"Hungry fucking frat boy butt," I growl, gripping Billy's hips tighter.

"Needs that big fucking dick, man," he whimpers.

"Going to be taking dick all the time now, aren't you?" I ask while I'm pummeling his hole brutally.

"All the fucking time, dude!" Billy moans.

That gets me so close I have to pause my siege, holding my cock steady as I catch my breath. "Shit, you almost made me cum."

"Cum inside me, Mike," he pleads. "I want your sperm fucking swimming up in my guts."

"Yeah?" I taunt. "You going to walk back to your frat house with my fat load planted deep inside your hole?

I feel Billy's ass clamp around my shaft again, but not as intensely as before. I know exactly what he's doing. "Don't fucking touch yourself!" I demand, jamming my dick into him hard.

He grunts loudly, his ass loosening back up. "I need to feel it again!" he begs.

I'm drenched in sweat and exhausted, constantly on the verge of blowing my load, but the desire to make the former virgin cum hands free again helps me to summon up the drive to continue. I start fucking his pale ass relentlessly, my balls smacking powerfully against his skin with every ruthless stroke. I'm ramming against Billy's prostate, the frat boy blissfully moaning like he can't even form words when I feel his ass viciously clamp down a second time, seizing my huge dick.

"Oh god!" he screams. "Mike! Fuck, Mike!"

I know he's spraying his seed all over my bed again, his hole spasming so intensely around my shaft I can't stop myself from going over. My fingers dig into Billy's skin as I force my cock as deep as it can go. Earth-shattering pleasure overtakes me as my dick swells in the frat boy's freshly deflowered ass, every nerve fiber in my body blissfully lighting up as an endless guttural howl escapes my mouth.

"Mike!" Billy shouts over the thunderous noise of my climax. "Fill my fucking ass up, bro! Give me all that fucking cum!"

I feel my dick unleashing a ceaseless torrent of semen deep up in his guts, shot after hot shot erupting out, my whole body tingling as the deluge finally subsides. I'm panting breathlessly as Billy turns his head back at me, my eyes barely open, but the expression on his face is obvious. He'd just discovered the most incredible thing in the world.

"God damn," he calls back. "God fucking damn! I felt you shooting, man! Dumping a whole fucking pint of jizz in my ass right now!"

I just grin, letting my softening dick withdraw. We both groan when it pops out of his hole, a trickle of my cum leaking from the gaping opening and running down Billy's sack. I plant myself down beside him as I'm still struggling to catch my breath, not sure what's going to happen next. After getting off twice, I still think he might feel ashamed and run at any moment.

He turns over, laying on his back again, quiet for a couple minutes until he stretches his arm around me. "Dude, I think you just changed my whole life," he mutters.

My eyes blink open. He's staring straight into them. "What?"

Billy hesitates for a few moments. "I've fucked a ton of chicks, but that was...yeah, that was easily the best sex of my life. Easily."

I peck him gently on the lips. "You really are a natural," I compliment. "I can't even bust hands free when I'm getting fucked."

He reaches his free hand between his legs, his fingers scraping against his battered hole. "I can't believe your load is in my ass." His expression turns guilty. "Bro," Billy starts reluctantly. "Mike," he softens, "I think I might want to do this all the time."

Gazing at the frat boy's face, he seems even more nervous than he was before I'd started fingering his ass. "So what?" I ask like it's nothing.

"How am I supposed to tell everyone I know that I like taking it up the ass?" he whispers anxiously.

"I mean, you don't have to tell anyone unless you're ready," I say empathetically. "And if they're really your friends, they won't care. Fuck them if they do." I roll over, planting myself between Billy's legs again and wrapping my arms around him in a tight hug, my face nestling against his warm neck. I feel his hands grasping around my back eagerly, holding me close.

"You just changed my whole life," he repeats, his warm breath against my ear.