Did you ever blow a fraternity brother? Has one blown you? Did it happen in the fraternity house? I admit to blowing three different brothers, who laid back and enjoyed the ride...
How about you, Greek Men?
Yes, I fooled around with another frat brother. His sexuality was pretty unorthodox - he liked females and shemales the most, but was pretty indiscriminate in his love of nipple sucking. We did some chest play (sucking, rubbing) and mutual oral, and then he wanted to sound me. I was not interested.
What is this "sound" you speak of?
I got fucked by my fraternity roommate my second year. it taught me so much about sex, intimacy and life in general.
Tell us more, R3?
I love that some of you think this is a rare occurrence.
Come on, ex-frat boys. Initiation was all about blow jobs, right?
I pledged a Frat during college and one drunken night let a brother suck my dick. I guess he liked it because let me fuck him every night that week. I didn't join the fraternity but word must have gotten around because I had new pledge meat show up on my door step off and on my last two years in school.
full of good looking guys who loved showing off their bodies. So much butt-grabbing crotch-grabbing that would lead to cock sucking.
Details please, R10.
At my fraternity it was understood that the new guys (only after they pledged) were to be available for the upper classmen - period. As a freshman I was the bottom in serial fuck sessions almost every weekend. For some reason they preferred fucking me, but would get most of the other guys to give them blowjobs. The rules were you had to do it in a public area - no sneaking into rooms or romancing - and that there would be no cuddling or kissing. Straight-on sex. Usually you were expected to have an audience, and that's why things would get orgy-like. The action also had to be after ten at night.
Most of the guys would cum quickly, unless they were drunk. There were some times when things got abusive, which also was against the rules, like with pissing and smacking around. One guy chewed on my toes so hard I couldn't walk to classes - and had to make up an excuse for me non-frat friends about stepping into a hot tub and scalding my feet.
The worst were the fat guys. They'd collapse on top of me and it was awful, how they smelled and passed out.
It was worth it when I became a junior. There was one muscular-but-short kid - he had a wrestling scholarship. A buddy and I worked on him for weeks and finally double-fucked him in the TV room, like lots of times. I can still feel the other guy's cock rubbing against mine in that tight hole, while the kid whimpered and squirmed.
This dude that I guess is currently a writer for HuffPo has a story about how he came out while going to Jerry Fallwell's Liberty University.
It's technically not a fraternity and it's definitely not a salacious story, but he does tell how he began an affair with his dorm roommate (who still maintains that he's a straight male) and I thought it was a good read.
Over 20 years ago I was in a frat, this was before being gay was cool. One night I discovered the best looking guy in the house passed on on the kitchen table naked. I couldn't resist sucking on his cock for a few seconds. He didn't get hard and I was terrified he'd wake up and out me or that some other guys would catch me. He was a stud.
I wish that R12 were true
I'm curious under what circumstance would a guy "passed out on the kitchen table naked"...?
Too bad it was 20 years ago. If it happens now, I guess I will be looking for pictures on tumblr.
R16. This guy would get drunk out of his mind every week-end. He passed out nearly every week-end. He was also conceited and knew he had a good body so he walked around the house (particularly the basement, where his room and the kitchen were located). I'm not bull-shitting you. It happened.
I meant to say he walked around the house naked
I was suprised at what went on between some of my faternity brotheers-small conservative college early 80's. Was not a residential frat. Basically a meeting room, kitchen to heads and a edroom for the "House Guardian".
I fucked the frat prez (national ranked diver), big bro gave me blow jobs- other guys played too. Most are married now.
The first time I had sex with a man was in a frat house. I'd gone to a few frat parties the first weekend of my freshman year, and ended up walking my girl date to her dorm at the same time this guy I'd met at a party was dropping off his girl date.
Since we were much closer to the house than to my dorm, he asked me if I wanted to sleep over. I said sure. He was hot. We went back to his room and he suggested that we both sleep in his bed, as his roommate might get there in the middle of the night. I wasn't really that drunk, but I don't remember worrying about what his roommate might think, or say, when he found two guys sleeping in the same bed.
And again, the guy was hot. So I fell asleep and woke up with the guy's mouth around my cock, and it was wonderful. I knew exactly what to do. We didn't fuck, but we did everything else.
He fell in love with me and wanted us to get an apartment together. I was terrified. What would my parents think if I were living with a guy in a 1-BR apt.? So I broke up with him about six weeks later. I can't say I regret it. I truly was not in love. That wouldn't happen for another couple of years.
Hot, R20. What year was this?
Long, long ago, R21.
A friend of mine in grad school used to talk about regularly going to a frat house at Oklahoma State University after their parties and blowing the drunk frat boys. I don't think he was a frat member, but he would go with at least one other male friend to blow the guys who were apparently quite willing.
The head of the frat my friends were members of was the hottest guy in school. If I find out that everyone was blowing him but me, there's going to be hell to pay...
I think the frat R12 is talking about is Epsilon Sigma Tau.
[quote]I think the frat R12 is talking about is Epsilon Sigma Tau.
Ha! That's brilliant R25. No doubt webbie won't even notice you've made the forbidden EST accusation. Good show!
Just because webbie says that threads are collaborative fiction, it's very important to have schoolmarm views to point out possible fiction to unsuspecting readers.
It was Pi Kappa Alpha. Doubt away. The only negative thing about it was HPV and one case of the clap.
Never screwed around with any frat brothers, but there were circle jerks that I participated in. They would start when some guys were sitting around watching porn. Someone would throw in some lesbian porn, and I'd be as soft as can be, but once a couple of guys started stroking to it, I could get hard and pretend I was jerking to the porn.
I wonder how many of us were watching lesbian porn vs. watching each other out of the corner of our eyes?
This guy A. J. had the biggest dick. He used to come within two minutes, and then his big dick would rest against his thigh, getting softer. I still fantasize about him.
We had quite a few gay guys in my house, but very few ever hooked up.
I had a signature session with one of the hottest actives we had when I pledged, where he was in his boxer shorts only. He had an incredible body. Very very good looking. He asked if I liked boys or girls during our talk. I lied. Don't know what would have happened if I told him the truth!! It was very hot actually!!!
I was a member of SAE in the 70s in Indiana. There was a lot of horseplay, with one communal shower jerk-off I witnessed (not a participant though.). Out of 70 brothers, I thought I was the only gay one. I had one bro tease me a lot, like he fought with his gf so he wanted to go out for the night and that I would be her substitute - but nothing happened.
I only had one bro hit on me directly. We worked together as lifeguards at a local pool. One cold and cloudy day, nobody showed up to swim so he and I just sat poolside and talked for hours. Conversation in the late afternoon finally headed towards sexual stuff. He talked about a train some girl had pulled where a bunch of bros had participated.
He said, "What if I fucked that girl and then you ate her out?".
I just lamely replied dumbfoudedly, "Yuch!"
He thought for a minute and then said, "Sorry, I am just so horny right now."
I did not know what to say next. I had only messed around with a couple of guys years earlier - mutual jack off.
Soon the pool closed and on his way out the door, he said, "come over to my apartment and the last one there has to give the other one a blow job!"
He tore out in his car and I left in mine. I tried to take a short cut but I saw his car there in front of his place already. The front door was cracked open. I went in and called his name. No answer. I walked to the door of his bedroom where he was laying sprawled out on the bed completely naked.
I froze with my heart in my mouth. I turned around and walked away and made some lame statement like "What the hell are you doing?" I wanted to walk in there so badly but I was also just frozen with fear. After a couple of minutes, I heard him mumble something like "Sorry, man..."
We changed in separate rooms and then went to a local pub for some brews.
That day haunts me. I wonder what would have happened if I had gone in there. I was just starting to realize I was gay and was not out at all to anyone. He was leaving to take a job in Chicago within a couple of weeks. If I had gone in there, how would my life have possibly profoundly changed from that afternoon?
I came out the next year and moved away. I heard have been in two significant relationships one for 13 years and my present one of 20. I heard that the lifeguard bro never married.
R30, I have a similar "what if?" I ran into a guy I'd known in HS at the Club Baths in NY one frozen night decades ago. I took him home and we warmed each other up and had what was, for me, the best sex of my life. I was all set to see him again, who knew for how long.
But when we were getting ready to go out in the morning, he made me promise not to tell anyone in our home town. He was only "bi," and he didn't want people knowing. His cousin was my best friend, and if I'd said anything to him, well, that would have fucked things up for him, big time.
So of course I said, "No, I won't tell anyone." But I couldn't live anymore with the nature of closetedness, his or anyone's. I never told anyone about him, but I didn't seek to continue the relationship.
I was at a juncture in my life where I was either going to stay in NY and get a roommate -- mine was leaving for Paris in a month -- or move to LA. I obsessed for a while whether I should just ask him to move in. He was staying at his parents' apartment in Tribeca, but was looking for a place of his own. He kind of hinted at it when I told him my roommate was leaving.
But I couldn't go back in the closet with him. So I let him go, and moved to LA. We lost touch completely, and the next time I saw him, he was a quilt panel.
I can't tell you how many times I've wondered "What if I'd stayed in the Village and had him move in with me?" I might have had the best sex of my life for years. He might still be alive.
So, you're not the only person with a "What If?" story. You are not alone.
"...and the next time I saw him, he was a quilt panel."
So sad, R31. My condolences... That must have been such a blow.
Do you have things you don't think about a lot, R32, but when you do, you don't know what to do with yourself? It's like that. I had come out to my parents the year before, they had taken it as badly as possible, and I couldn't extend a bit of compassion to someone who had reason to expect his parents would react just the way mine did? What a dick I was. And there'll never be anything I can do about it.
The guy with whom you had the best sex of your life wanted to move in with you and you didn't ask him to because he wasn't out? I doubt my principles would have stood up to the situation..
If you remember him fondly and with compassion, I think you are already doing something to repair the loss. The best thing you can leave for someone you cared about is to leave a kind testament - perhaps you should make a small donation on his behalf somewhere.
R34, I was young. I was so, so, so very stupid. I didn't want to get into someone's coming out drama who was from my home town, because of the absolute disaster my own coming out had been in said hometown.
And I was wrong.
There's nothing you can say to me I haven't said to myself hundreds of times by now. My "principles": feh!
I've always wanted to get back in touch with his cousin, R35, my high school best friend. But I want to respect my dead friend's request not to out him, and I'm not a good enough actor to explain to Patrick (the one who's still alive) why I'm getting in touch with him all these years later and not talk about Scott. I don't think I can do it without a complete meltdown.
Of course, the things we fear usually don't come out the way we're afraid they might. But still.
He's dead and was memorialized in an AIDS quilt panel. There's quite a good chance that he had come out before he died, and even if he didn't, would it really be a shock to anyone?
It was a woman who designed his quilt panel, so I was never really confident he'd come out.
Seriously, though, at this point, I think you're right: Would it be a shock? Really?
Sometimes I see a trio of frat-looking boys come into a gay video booth theater. I think it was part of initiation.
Man, this thread started out HOT, then it got SAD. What a bummer!
Makes me wanna watch some real frat action on fraternityx.com.
My frat brothers used to play a circle jerk game called Splooge the Cookie. They would all be in a circle and jerk off on the cookie in the middle. The last one to cum had to eat the cookie. I always took my time to cum and was like "Oops, I lost again. I guess I have to eat all of your cum. How gross, how horrible, ick."
I haven't even looked at this thread and I know it has even more BPB than the usual DL sexual contrivances.
BPB = bullshit per bandwidth.
I wasn't in a frat, just not my thing. I went to a typical southern school, and a friend of mine from high school pledged SAE, eventually becoming president. For three years he invited me to house parties, but I didn't go until senior year.
These guys were all preppy and good ole boy. I wore vintage clothes and had a "weird" haircut. Most of them were either nice or indifferent to me. My HS friend introduced me around but went on his drunken way. One SAE in particular really took to me. I had seen him around. Little taller than me with curly black hair and a great smile. He was drunk, for sure, but being way flirty. My experience with guys was pretty much nonexistent.
He offered to show me around, and we wound up in some tiny room, not even sure if it was his. He grabbed me and kissed me hard. We made out hard and got each others cocks out. He shoved me against the door and got on his knees. It didn't take long for me to shoot right down his throat. He was jacking himself while blowing me and left a nice cumstain on my jeans. We kissed some more but then both got a little nervous and I pretty much bolted the room and the party.
I saw him around campus a few more times and we mostly ignored each other. The only time I ever saw him again was about 5 years later at my HS friend's wedding. I wasn't looking to hook up so avoided him but he cornered me in the bathroom and grabbed my crotch. I wasn't interested since his pregnant wife was waiting for him in the hallway.
I've seen him on Facebook...3 kids now, and still pretty cute. We are all 40ish now. My HS friend is still great looking and I'd love to get my hands on his big dick one day, but I don't think that's going to happen!
Hot, R45! I love that his pregnant wife was waiting. I'm so turned on... You should have gone for it right there!
I never joined a fraternity, but when I was at a party at one (TKE) at the end of my freshman year, I ended up blowing a roomful of guys at the party, half of who were TKEs themselves.
You can call me a whore, darlin'. It was me and fourteen guys in a basement.
I smelled like cum for days. It was so, so hot. It's a memory that even now, 15 years later, still makes me cum when I think of it.
R12 - I was a Pike, too. At my university, our nickname was Pike Faggots - seriously. It would take a blog to recount all homosex that went on in the frat house. The first person I ever had sex with (and the very first guy I fell in love with) was a pledge brother. Happy to tell more stories - but don't want to bore you guys.
Did any of you see sex with females going on, whether you partook or not, or were you just in actual gay frats or something?
More stories, please! Not boring at all. But please include details about the sexuality of the brothers you blew.
I didn't ask all those details, R50. I was with fourteen drunk, horny twenty year olds in a room we shoved dressers in front of the door to keep locked.
I didn't ask names or religions. I just sucked one cock while the others stood around and watched, until that guy came on my face or in my mouth, and the next one stepped forward.
Theta Chi house was home to a lot of gays at my university.
I wish I had the balls to get something started in my frat house. I was in a couple of situations that were incredibly laced with hormones and sexual tension. I think that even the tiniest move would have turned them into something real, but I was too chicken. Sigh.
First time I had sex with a guy, it was in his bed at his fraternity house. I broke up with him on the front porch about six weeks later.
Do you have to suck cock to get in?
Fraternities are for people who never had a real family.
I had four brothers of my own, what would I have done with a house full of borrowed ones?
Oh. I see "fuck 'em" is the correct answer.
off-campus and independent
Spluge the Cookie? I thought it was in a cup and called Limp Bizkit.
Theta Chi house had a sex room that was like the Black Hole of Calcutta.
I sucked off several (5-6) of my fraternity brothers. I am the only one who came out as gay. I loved sucking off those guys because we liked and trusted each other so there was no weirdness. UNTIL I sucked off a guy while drunk and he told his girlfriend who told everyone. What a shithead. But he sure had a beautiful cock...