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...
I'm guessing you'd be a quilt panel too if you'd stayed in NY with him.
Are those initiation videos real? I mean 2 guys are fucking in front of 5 "frat" brothers. They sure look real.
I Googled a frat bro that I used to play with. He married for less than a year and seems unattached.
More frat stories please. Was it anything like Fraternity X?
Had a frat brother built like a Greek god. He was a wrestler, and a nice guy. Average face. Always friendly. We did some weight lifting and jogging. One hot summer night we both were drinking beers, and he got a little drunk. I thought, let's see if he would like a back rub.
He said yes and laid on his stomach. I started with the massage and suggested I lower his shorts so I could rub his lower back. He was in. An ass like classic sculpture...I could have rubbed it for days, but had to keep up the pretense of the back rub. After awhile, he sat up and said, "Penis is hard, what happens now?" You know what happened. He didn't want any kissing and was not at all interested in me, although he felt my hard-on. He came fairly quickly. We did this again a couple of times and remained friends. He got married and had 5 kids and later divorced. Did not keep in touch but I found his picture online. He's a little fat now in the way athletes sometimes get--but he still looks kind of hot.
Were you the house mouther?
had a very long night of sex and passion in the 80s in New Haven with a Frat guy. We did everything you could imagine. He was really conflicted and a little messed up
You just broke my heart.
Mine was Bruce. He was a fellow pledge - blond, blue, tall, sexy and funny. We had hung out at his studio apartment a few times, but nothing sexual yet. I knew he wanted me, but I was shy, closeted, and unaware of my burgeoning hotness.
We made plans to go out (as a group) and I would stay at his place. I was working as a waiter and got asked to work a double- my first Friday night shift, so good money to a college kid. I cancelled on them.
I got the call the next morning. He had been killed in a car accident. I ended my pledge (Sigma Nu) and then came out.
I still think of him, and his love of music. Hours listening to Steve Miller and Joni Mitchell and Led Zeppelin and Queen and James Taylor and Rolling Stones and Johnny Cash and...too much.
BB, I still miss you.
"I was unaware of my burgeoning hotness"
My gawd, I felt the same way at Spring Cotillion. I was ripening like the petals of a dewy bougainvillea.
This happened to me two years ago.
I had a class in school that required lots of group work and projects. You were assigned your group by the professor and given projects, basically. There was this blonde frat guy sitting directly behind me in that class. He was a 9/10 hottie and he ended up in my group.
The snippets of conversation I heard from him in class made me view him as a typical douchebag frat bro and I was not happy to have him in my group (also because i'm very shy and he was very cute).
Anyway, we met up to do our project in his dorm, which had a study room, because he was the only one out of the four of us who lived on campus. At one point during our second meeting there, (I had decided that I hated him at this point), he put his hand on my hand which was resting on the table! In full view of another group member and it wasnt like he moved it right away as if by mistake. He held it there and it actually took a bit of effort for me to move my hand out of from under his like 4 or 5 seconds after he put it there.
I couldnt believe that it happened, which is why I didnt move my hand away as fast as I normally would have. He always talked about his girlfriend, but at the same time slightly pinged to me (you can always tell by the eyes and looks). Afterwards, we went on as if nothing had happened. Following that experience, for the longest time I seriously thought that I had imagined it.
Later on in the semester, I was the first of my same group to arrive at a picnic table upon which we were going to finalize one of our projects. He got there second and instead of sitting opposite me he sat right next me and started in with this talk of fucking "sloots" because there was an all blonde table of sorority girls like 15 feet in front of us. As he was talking, he was inching his body closer and closer to mine. I got up and moved opposite him.
In another instance he combed my hair for me without me asking, looking into my eyes the whole time. I finally got him off my back when I flirted with and got the number of another guy in front of him (which i have never done in my life). He looked so disappointed and betrayed. He wanted to walk out of class with me and he ended up walking out alone. I ran after him because I felt bad and we talked like nothing happened, but he never sat near me or talked to me again.
Sorry for rambling.
You're a tame little Tiger OP. You cannot possibly imagine the depths you can go to until you go into them.
I call upon the spirits of Hashish, Cocaine, and Heroin to seduce thee into the Aeon of...hang on a second...
Sorry, I had to adjust my hood. Where were we? Oh yeah...
...into the Aeon of Man and Thou Shalt Do What Thou Wilt and preferably with a goat!
MWAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA MWAH!
There wasnt a lot of sucking cock with our brothers, very rare, but there was a lot of mutual jerking off. Brothers were always helping each other out with jerking off.
I blew one a couple of times - I put the moves on another when I was really drunk and thought I was getting the signal, but was very wrong. That was a huge house drama (1993) where they tried to pull my pin. I moved out instead - I wish I'd fought it, but I wasn't out and it was a different time.
Oh, also, another brother and I came very close - I suggested it, he did the whole "Well I wouldn't stop you" thing - but I wasn't comfortable with it so I didn't. We were friends for a bit but I kind of fell for him, while he fell for a girl named Chris, and she wanted me - it was all very Threesome and ended badly. I dug up his picture online - he was a GOD, but turned into a grey haired chubby therapist hippie.
Didn't all the brothers sleep with each other during the hazing periods? There are certainly a lot of those type of videos on line like the one at the link.
Two of them.
I wasn't out so in their minds it was just "experimenting" though they both married and as far as I know are otherwise straight.
First time happened when we were pretty wasted for both, but then subsequent times we were sober.
One was fun, the other I had a major crush on and part of me really wanted him to say he was in love with me too.
If there's a sexual act or orgasm involved, it's more than just "bromance." Bromance is affectionate and non-sexual.