The Deltas by Jerry Crispin jerrycrisp@hotmail.com
I could tell that the beer-bust was getting started downstairs. They had just turned the music on and I could hear more and more guys talking and laughing.
Whatever this hazing was going to be, I'd have to get through it. I knew I did OK in the personal interview, but whatever happened, I had to make it through the night! I just had to get into the Delta Alpha Delta fraternity. It couldn't be that bad, but a few guys told me that the Deltas go in for some pretty kinky hazing. What the hell! These guys are so cool, I'd do anything to be one of them.
I saw the bathroom door open and in walked one of the Deltas. There I was sitting on the bathroom floor, buck-naked with my hands handcuffed behind my back to a water pipe running from floor to ceiling. This was one of those old frat houses built at the turn of the century. The bathroom floor and walls were covered with those little white hexagonal tiles and a few inches from my feet was a large drain in the floor. The only light was a fixture over the mirror that someone had hung a black T-shirt over, so the lighting was dim.
The Delta closed the door and walked toward me. I didn't recognize him, but he was tall and had broad shoulders. He was carrying something that I couldn't quite make out. He came closer and knelt in front of me, setting down a bucket full of water, a can of shaving cream and a disposable razor. He had a white towel over his shoulder.
"Just do what I tell you and don't talk back," he said as he began cupping water out of the bucket with his hands and pouring it onto my chest and groin.
"Yes, Sir," I said, not sure what was going to happen next.
After he wetted me down he shook the can, applied the cream and then started shaving me. This wasn't so bad, I thought to myself. Getting a body-shave as a hazing is hardly the end of the world. It would all grow back in time. I was a little worried though that he might nick me in the dim light, but he didn't. At one point he had me lift my legs and spread them while he shaved my ass cheeks, crack and butthole.
When he was done he poured the bucket of warm water over me and then carefully dried me off with the towel. I had a quick flashback of my Dad holding me and drying my little, hairless wiener after my bath when I was a little boy. I used to love it because he'd take a bath with me and we had secret games that we played, but that's another story for another time.
After he left, I examined my shaved cock and balls. They looked kind of sexy, actually. With no pubic hair, my average-sized cock looked a little larger than average; some kind of optical illusion, I guessed.
Another Delta came in after the Shaver left. The light was behind him so I couldn't make out his face. He didn't say a word, but he stood over me with legs apart. I could hear his zipper being pulled down and then I felt the hard stream of his urine hit my chest.
"Hey man, what the fuck are you doing?!" I said as I jerked my head away. He didn't answer but let go of his cock and clasped his hands behind his neck and let out a sigh as the stream of warm piss splashed my chest and ran down my flat tummy and newly shaved dick. Did it ever sting! I almost cried out but instead, I bit my lower lip. I did not want to do or say anything that might jeopardize the initiation. Fuck! Was I going to be the toilet for this fraternity the rest of the night?!
The Delta stood for awhile shaking the last drops out of his hose. As he shoved his equipment back into his khakis he turned to leave and said, "This party's a four kegger, so be prepared to get wet."
As he walked away, I could hear the muffled sound of the beer-bust downstairs and the sound of urine trickling down the drain.
After he left, two guys, one as big as him and the other one much shorter, came bounding in together. The big guy said to the smaller one, "What did that sign on the door say?"
"Piss on the Pledge."
"Oh."
This time my face became the target. Unlike the first guy who did not even hold his cock, these two aimed theirs with expert accuracy. As they talked about the biology quiz the next morning, they pissed on every square inch of my head and face. I kept my eyes closed and tried to keep my mouth shut, but found that I couldn't breathe through my nose. Each time I opened my mouth for air, two hot streams of urine would immediately begin filling it.
It was hard to believe that so much pee could come out of two guys! And, it was also hard to believe that I was actually getting a boner. Why was that? Was I getting turned on by these frat brothers using me as their urinal?
I slowly opened my eyes as their piss streams subsided and eventually stopped.
"Well man, let's plan on sitting next to each other for the quiz and you be sure to write REAL big!" the larger Delta said as he pushed his cock into his pants and zipped up. He turned and headed for the door.
"Yeppers. Sounds like a plan," said the smaller guy over his shoulder as he shook his cock. I couldn't believe what a big piece of meat this little redhead had. He continued to shake it as the other guy left the room. I could see that he was flopping his tool around for another reason than just getting the last drop out. He stepped toward me, grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head back. Ouch! He held his now-erect cock in one fist and pushed it hard into my mouth.
"Eat THIS, pissface," he said as he rammed his rod hard into me, banging the back of my throat. All I could think of was that this fucker is going to bruise my throat with this monster of his! At least it won't show.
I yelled out but my voice was completely plugged by his thick cock. I tried to turn my head away but he held me firmly by the ears and slammed my mouth a dozen or so deep strokes before he exploded with four massive ejaculations of slimy jizz. He finally relaxed and pulled out as I gagged and gasped for air.
"I'll be back later to fuck you in ass, Pledge," he said as he forced his meat (with great difficulty) back into his pants.
He opened the door and turned back to me and said, "You got quite a line out here and the party's just starting!"
As soon as the next guy had entered and closed the door, his zipper was down and he was pulling out his cock. I could tell that he had to pee urgently by the way he rushed in toward me.
"This is so cool dude! I mean like letting us take a piss on you!"
This kid looked like he was maybe 16. He was tall and very skinny with long, golden-blond hair tied in back. His hair almost glowed in the dim light. I could just make out his features. He had those "boy-next-door" good looks.
"Can I put my dick in your mouth, man? Like is that OK?"
"You can do whatever you want, bud," I said. I actually WANTED to drink this boy's piss! Was that possible?
He gently held my jaw with one hand while he carefully put his short but fat cock into my mouth. The second he let go of it, the floodgates opened. I was trying to swallow as much of his warm boypiss as I could but it was still pouring out of my mouth and down the front of me onto the floor.
"This is so fuckin' cool, dude! I never pissed in a guy's mouth before. Your tongue feels SO fine!" And I WAS working this boy's dick with my tongue. Then he very tenderly lifted my face so that we were looking into each other's eyes. His big hands caressed my face, my neck, and my hair while his flow of urine kept coming and coming and coming.
Then he held my face, pulled his still-peeing cock out of my mouth and pressed his lips against mine. His tongue made a forced entry and began dueling with my own. My mouth was still half full of his flavorful urine.
"Salty," he said as he smacked his lips and then dived into my mouth again. As we kissed, he continued to relieve himself onto my chest.
Finally, the last drops dripped out of his semi-hard cock as our lips parted. Still holding my face in his hands, he moved closer to me and pressed his cock between my lips. I eagerly opened my mouth to let him back in. Our eyes locked as he slowly pumped his thick and growing penis into my mouth. Finally he let out a loud moan and held onto my head as he filled my mouth with a load of sweet boycream. He held motionless for a minute while I savored his young boner, then he pulled out, leaned down and gave me an open-mouthed kiss, licking my spermy and pissy tongue.
As he stood up, he kicked aside his baggy pants which had been bunch up around his ankles. Then, planting his feet on either side of me, he squatted so that his round butt was right over my dick. He reached back and grabbed my poor, aching hard-on, holding it firmly as he sat his boyhole onto it. Our eyes were locked as I instinctively thrust my cock upward into him as he pressed down.
"Come on baby-boy, sit on Daddy's cock!" I whispered as I thrust deeper up into his tight ass. It was almost a dry fuck since the only lubricant was the piss that still wet my rod.
He pushed all of his weight down onto my cock until his ass totally devoured it and he was sitting on his heels. Then he leaned forward bringing his mouth to mine which allowed me enough room to do some serious ass pumping. Rather than kissing, our open mouths were a fraction of an inch from each other as the firm tip of his tongue began playing with mine. I began to slowly pump my rock-hard cock in and out.
"That feels SO fuckin' good, man," he whispered breathlessly.
I wanted my hands freed so that I could explore his smooth body, run them through that beautiful hair of his and play with his now-hard cock, but I was still cuffed.
"Here comes your dessert, baby-boy," I said after a few minutes of the best fuck in my life. I shot my first volley of cream deep inside his velvet chute while I moaned and bucked and then shot more. He attacked my mouth with his and pushed his ass hard against my thrusts.
After filling his young ass with my sperm he collapsed on top of me with my cock still violating his anus.
"You seem so young. I can't believe you're in college."
"I'm not. My bro.'s a Delta. His name's Kyle. He's short and has red hair... you know him? Sometimes he brings me along with him to parties if I bug him enough. I'm not allowed to drink, but like I can do anything else. The dudes here really like me. I'm fourteen and a half and my name's Sean."
I stretched out and Sean lay on top of me, cock-to-cock. His head rested on my chest so that my face was full of that glorious golden hair of his. We both began to drift off until we were rudely brought back to reality by an insistent pounding on the bathroom door.
"Holy shit, man! I better go!" he said as he jumped up and reached for his pants.
"Do you want to get together sometime maybe?" he asked in a shy voice as he put his pants on. "I live with my parents but I live in the basement and I have my own entrance, so it's cool. The laundry room has a drain in the floor and like I was thinking we could maybe get naked and piss on each other and maybe you could fuck me again and stuff like that. It would be so cool. OK?"
"Write down my number and call me," I said. He pulled out a ball-point pen and wrote down my phone number on his hand.
He gave me a quick kiss on the lips, squeezed my dick and then was gone.
What was happening to me? I could hardly wait until the next guy walked through that door, whipped out his cock and hosed me down or used my throat as a drain! It's as though the very essence of these hot young studs was in the warm, amber-golden pee that they were feeding me. I wanted more!
The door opened and I squirmed in anticipation.
I don't remember what happened next except that I had totally lost track of time. How many hours had I been handcuffed to this pipe? How many men had used me? I was in a fog. I was slouched down with my legs spread wide and my smooth cock all red and swollen and in full erection. I was wet from head to toe, but not cold. I felt the radiant heating in the floor warming my butt and legs. Why did my asshole hurt so bad?
I was leaning against the water pipe with my mouth open. There were five guys standing over me with cocks in hand, directing their streams right into my mouth. I was eagerly gulping as much as I could and the rest poured out, down my chin and onto my now- smooth chest, stomach, and groin.
As the last guy shook the last drop onto me I leaned forward as far as I could with my mouth wide open. "More?"
"That settles it," said the tallest of the guys. "We have a new Delta!"
He pulled the small key to the handcuffs out of his pocket and unlocked me. The man next to him pulled up his zipper and said, "Meet Jerry, our newest brother. Jerry's going to be on bathroom duty at Delta House for a long time to come!"