Doing Freddie

“Did Big Brother No Good or I, Big Brother King Ding-A-Ling, say that you had our permission to wipe our nasty nutts off of your candied-ass face?!”

Wesley, the cute white boy, shook his head from the booming voice above his head and quickly removed his hand away from the ridiculous amount of warm cum splattered across his pretty little mug in front of the two big black guys zipping up their pants before him in his small dorm room.

“I didn’t hear you maggot!”

“No, sir,” the twenty-year-old college sophomore choked, grimacing at some of the sting coming from the corner of his eye, praying that his sudden lapse in obedience wasn’t a mark against him joining this fraternity. “May I have permission to wipe your sweet loads off of my face, Big Brother King Ding-A-Ling? May I have permission to whip your sweet loads off of my face, Big Brother No Good?”

“Permission denied…for now. You will be permitted to do so in at twenty-three hundred hours, which is about two hours from now, as Brother No Good and I are subjected to come back into your room before time is done to make sure that you’ve followed our command.”

“Permission to stand, Big Brother King Ding-A-Ling and Brother No Good?” asked Wesley in the same militant screech.

“Is Little Brother Apple Pie ready for his next order of business to join our fine brotherhood?” asked Big Brother King Ding-A-Ling.

“Sir, yes sir, Big Brother King Ding-A-Ling. Sir, yes sir, Big Brother No Good!”

Big Brother No Good lifted his hand for Wesley to stand.

“Respectable. I like that.” Big Brother No Good grinned, as he looked full-on at the insane amount of juicy ball snot he alone shot off.

“Should we give Little Brother Apple Pie his next order of business, Brother No Good?”

“Little Brother Apple Pie has shown himself respectable and dutiful servant as a potential member of our fraternity, and had said confidently that he was ready for his next order of business to join our fine brotherhood, Big Brother King Ding-A-Ling.” Big Brother No Good rattled comfortably, still highly amazed and in wonder that his family jewels could spew so much nasty spunk, as he sadly noted that he could never have unprotected sex with a chick again.

“The next order of business is to get us a sissy boy that is so much of a slut to serve it up to each and every one of your future frat brothers.” Big Brother King Ding-A-Ling announced.

“Serve it up, Sir?” Wesley asked, not familiar with all aspects of the black slang he heard around campus.

Big Brother King Ding-A-Ling laughed with Big Brother No Good trailing behind, “You really are apple pie, aren’t you Apple Pie?”

“Yes sir!”

“It usually means to provide, to dole out, or to even bring it, or in this case give it up. That is, we want you to find a sissy boy that is going to give it up like an easy chick that had too much sauce and a roofie for dinner. You got it?”

Wesley nodded.

“Cat’s got your tongue? You should know by now, Apple Pie, we the brothers of The Alpha Dawgs don’t respond to a closed mouth.”

“You should know that better than anybody.” Big Brother No Good laughed.

“Sorry, sir,” Wesley froze at the thought of finding a sissy boy crazy enough to do fifty or so of his soon-to-be black fraternity brothers. “Yes, sir, I got it.”

“Scratch that.” Big Brother King Ding-A-Ling said, scratching his clef goatee.

“What are you thinking?” Big Brother No Good asked, before he looked over at picture on a nearby desk and then deep into his frat brother’s hazel brown eyes. “Oh, I know exactly what you’re thinking.”

“Get us a virgin.” Big Brother King Ding-A-Ling and Big Brother No Good said in unity, with Big Brother No Good adding, “We’ll know if he is or isn’t, because we heard enough stories from enough reputable sources that popping the cherry of a sissy boy is just like breaking the seal of a hymen.”

“That is if you’re serious about being an Alpha?”

“I mean, I would hate to believe that your ass came this far just to turn back.” Big Brother No Good further taunted. He knew, just like Big Brother King Ding-A-Ling, that Wesley was an automatic shoo-in to join their fraternity. And it wasn’t because they weren’t in the business of hearing any noise from the all-black university that they didn’t let the white boy in because of reverse racism. White boy had heart and jumped through the usual hurdles with flying colors along with scoring a few extra bonus points. Even still, they still needed to know how far he would go for the brotherhood.

As the two pledge brothers knew that Wesley’s place in their fraternity was secure, Wesley did not, feeling his virgin hole violently tremble hoping that they weren’t looking at him to “serve it up” to his future frat brothers. Though, Wesley had to admit the fantasy of it all was quite tempting for a butt fuck first, especially if it involved the two black men before him and his strikingly handsome roommate, Vic, a fellow Alpha that convinced him to pledge to begin with.

As the cream on his face tightened like a mud mask, Wesley knew exactly what he had to do to get what he wanted.

***

 

Most young romances never work out, Wesley rationalized.

He was leaning against the window of his dorm room a couple of weeks later watching this beefy butt white boy storm off down the pathway to the sea of parked cars. Wesley had invited his 18-year-old boyfriend Freddie down to spend the weekend with him. It started out great before Freddie started in on his usual nonsense. Freddie was to graduate high school in a few weeks and was slated to attend the community college near their hometown to save his cash-strapped parents some money. With that being said, Freddie was advocating that Wesley transfer to a school closer to home. Why shouldn’t he? It wasn’t like Wesley had any ties to the school other than getting his degree. He had no family there. No real ties to the community except for pledging to this fraternity. Okay, Wesley proved that he was “down with the people” to attend an all-black college without much fuss. Freddie felt that Wesley had made his point, so it was time to move on and make a commitment to him.

Wesley countered like he always did. He would make the commitment to go back home, if Freddie was willing to serve it up right then and there in his dorm room.

Even though the two of them had been seeing each other back before Wesley graduated high school two years ago, Wesley and Freddie danced around the sex thing (minus the occasional blowjob) because Freddie was a superb kicker for his local high school football team. Freddie feared that if he fell into the temptation of getting poked that he might somehow lose what made him a great asset to his team. And being that Wesley was the older of the two, he thought it uncivilized to ever be asked to bend over and take it from the likes of his younger lover. While it was true, Freddie no longer had the threat of risking this season on his kicking leg, he spent enough time at the gay bars as a back wall spectator to know that he wasn’t quite ready to be a passive participant. Not without the support of some kind of commitment.

And being that neither man was out, it left no real reason for Freddie to give into the pressure without the promise of his steady coming back home with him.

Wesley wasn’t worried. He knew that Freddy and his teasing big booty would eventually give in without him going back home. Wesley was just disappointed that it took a plan like this to get Freddie to finally give it up. That Wesley wouldn’t be the first to sink himself into Freddie’s soft center like he had always dreamt.

“First time for everything,” grinned Vic, Wesley’s roommate, near the mouth of the pathway leading out to the parking lot, talking to Freddie. “Your ass gotta start somewhere. Why not start with the best?”

Freddie was highly aroused that this big black bull wanted to be the first man to pop his cherry. Freddie was livid with Wesley. Two years. Two years of his life wasted on a man that wouldn’t consider the possibility of coming back home with him. Freddie was just about ready to go back home and figure out what he was going to do next with his life when he was stopped by Vic before he got to his car. Vic saw that Freddie was angry and tried to call him down. He might decide to catch a case of road rage. Freddie didn’t really feel comfortable talking to anybody about Wesley, because to talk about it meant outing them both. Freddie wasn’t quite ready for that. Not yet. Not even in a town a couple of hours away from his own. Though, the thought did cross his mind in outing Wesley to get him home. The gay white boy out at the all-black school was one surefire way to get him home, but Freddie wasn’t smart enough to know how to do it untraceably. Wesley was the brains between the two. But Vic knew what was going on and put it out there. Vic never bought the “cousins” thing. He heard of kissing cousins, but they were groping each other in the early morning hours on the first night when they thought Vic was sound asleep.

That explained a lot.

That was why Freddie felt that Vic was eyeing him out of the corner of his eye. Checking out his big butt, the only big thing about him, and rubbing his buzz cut whenever he could. He thought Vic was flirting with him whenever Wesley was out of sight. Freddie was reluctant to admit that he was definitely into the attention. Wesley had a nice body, but Vic was a walking cream dream, ripped like a caramel stallion with his wild kinky hair. Often showing off his immaculate body in these shiny briefs and later joking that he thought he was going to find Freddie’s face or ass on his dick. Freddie quickly fessed up to wanting to give him a face job because he was still a backdoor virgin, which led into a web of conversation that left Freddie angrier at Wesley and Vic siding with Freddie, lightening up the mood with his sense of humor whenever he saw fit.

“What a better way to stick it to him than give it up to his roommate that he gotta see everyday?” Vic said half-jokingly.

Freddie thought about it. He said it himself. He was saving it for Wesley, but what was the point? He wasn’t driving down here every blue moon to come see a guy that may or may not start cheating on him after awhile. It was possible, Freddie feared. Opposites attract. Where they were from black guys were only on the news. Now Wesley was on a college campus surrounded by them—every shade of the dark rainbow—and was about to join their fraternity. He read enough stories online to know a thing or two about the initiation process, about what things have to happen to seal the brotherly bond. He had been holding out two years for a man he cared about, why not give it to a man he just met? It would make a great story for him to share with some of the strangers he sees at the bars whenever he goes.

“I can’t. I want to, but I can’t.” Freddie said, second guessing himself on this possible once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I don’t want you going back home with some of my black babies in your gut, anyway. Wesley or no other guy would want you after that, especially after you start showing.” Vic chuckled softly arching his hands out over his solid stomach.

“It’s not that.” Freddie reluctantly chuckled, putting his hands in his back pocket to sooth the trembling vibrating out of his itchy butthole.

Freddie had heard through the grapevine that black guys were hung. His racist parents always referred to his aunt’s boyfriend as Mandingo, and that no respectable white man would want her after being with him. And judging by the way Vic filled out his brief he wasn’t a liar to that claim. 

Freddie continued. “I still love Wesley.”

“I can understand that. Two years.” Vic conceded sincerely. “It’s hard to love someone that doesn’t love you back. Not enough to make the leap to keep love alive.”

“What?” Freddie asked, after a long period of silence with Vic looking him in the eyes.

“Even though I understand all that, it doesn’t erase the fact that I want to kiss you.”

“Maybe that can be arranged.” Freddie said, ready to pucker his lips.

“Not here.” Vic said. “I got a spot.”

“Wesley is still in your room.”

“I know that, Freddie. Like I said, I got a nice quiet spot.”

***

“I got to hand it to you, Little Brother Apple Pie, you did good.” Big Brother King Ding-A-Ling said, looking over his shoulder.

“Yeah, you did excellent, Brother Apple Pie. And you got a pretty white boy with a big ol’ badunkadunk booty. The brothas are going to love this!” Big Brother No Good confirmed.

The room was crowded with twenty to twenty-five guys up in the attic of the frat house looking through the hidden two-way mirror at Vic and Freddie on the bed making out. It was a hot and heavy session that looked as if it wasn’t going to go any further than that. That is until Freddie surprised the room by sneaking his hand behind the waist of Vic’s pants.

“Whoa! I thought you said you were a virgin, buddy?” Vic said, rising up off of Freddie just a bit.

“I am.” Freddie said nervously. “I just wanted to touch it.”

“Eh, man, I don’t appreciate you fucking touching it unless you’re really ready to play with it.”

Freddie paused, pulling his hand almost out of the waistband in front of him, and softly asked. “Will a handjob do?”

The men in the soundproof room erupted with noise of cheer, knowing that it was sure to go down right before their very eyes.

“You want to see what you’ll be playing with?” Vic asked cautiously. He was fully aware that the tide of certainty could still shift in the opposite direction in the matter of an instant.

“Hell, yeah!” Freddie mouthed pleasantly.

Vic stood up and slowly undid his pants to reveal a long snake-like dick with a very stout helmet head barely peaking through the tight foreskin around it. Freddie was amazed. He had only seen that kind of dick in a porno. Not only that, but it was also still relatively soft.

Vic smiled, looking at Freddie practically drooling at the mouth. The boy might’ve been a virgin in the ass, but certainly not in the throat. Because if he was, Freddie would’ve had a dry mouth met with fear instead of an anxiousness only privy to a cocksucker. “You act like you never seen a big black dick before? You probably hadn’t, huh, white boy?”

Freddie shook his head.

“Well, go ahead, Freddie,” Vic said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Stroke it for me.”

Freddie took the pulsing caramel bar into his hand and studied it like he was studying for the hardest test he had ever taken. As Vic leaned back on the bed, bracing himself with his arms, Freddie slowly fondled the silky-smooth pipe in hand. He toyed with the orbs and back again before he reached out and gripped it. Freddie barely got his fingers around it and went to work stroking it.

“You act like you know what you’re doing?” Vic huffed between breaths.

“I do. I got one of my own that I work on daily.” Freddie laughed.

Freddie rubbed Vic off for awhile, before Vic said, “I would love to see what your lips look like around it.”

“Okay.” Freddie smiled wasting no time licking the very tip with his flat tongue and engulfed his lips around the tip before he drove his head right into the lap before him.

Vic grabbed his head and looked into the mirror, at his frat brothers, looking on cheering manically in the other room watching Freddie go up and down on his thick caramel dick with no shame sometimes switching between using his hand to get in on the deep throat action and steadying the pair of balls before him to gag on the long, beautiful choker in his mouth.

“Throat’s like pussy, man. With a mouth like that, can I get some ass?” Vic mouthed after face-fucking Freddie with two hands.

Freddie pulled off. “I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to, man. But, like I said, I never went all the way with a guy before and you’re not blessed with a starter kit.”

“I’ll be easy, man. Make it something you’ll want to come back to again and again.”

“You promise?”

“Shit, yeah. I know that it’s a big deal for a virgin to lose it. I don’t just want to be your first. I want to be your very best. The shit you’ll jack off too…when you got nothing but your fingers to stuff in your pretty little butthole.”

Freddie paused. “If I do, this can’t ever get back to Wesley.”

“Scout’s honor,” Vic said holding up two fingers.

“How do we do this?” Freddie asked, sitting up on the bed.

Vic went through the parade of stripping Freddie down and unknowingly having him pose for the men behind the mirror, proudly showing off his puckered unspoiled hole. Vic told Freddie that if he was experienced, he would start off getting him doggie-style. But since this was his first time, he wanted him on his back. Freddie obliged, throwing up his legs per requested, holding the back of his knees. Freddie waited nervously, as Vic played with empty bottles of lube and empty jars of Vaseline before his hand found sizeable Crisco tub that he coated over his big dick and the awaiting asshole.

Vic could’ve slid right on in with no problem. Yet he understood that if he wanted Freddie good to fuck the rest of his frat brothers that he would have to warm him up first by fingering his hole and then teasing it with his mighty dick before Freddie balked at the loss of his virginity.

“Where are you going, Freddie?” Vic asked grabbing him steady as he tried to get comfortably in position to mount him properly.

“Oh, God, it hurts! It hurts!”

“Man, it’s gonna hurt more if you keep fighting me. I barely got the fucking head in. Relax. Relax, bitch!” Vic said angrily, slapping Freddie on his ass.

Freddie sobbed at the Dr.Jekyll/Mr.Hyde turnabout above him. Vic pushed all the way in and listened to Freddie call out for God and his mamma, telling him that that was worth crying over before quickly pulling out just enough to keep the tip in.

“Let me give you some advice. Push out like you about to take a shit. Don’t shit on my dick, though. But push out like you would to take me better.”

Freddie did as he was told. And with a few more simple instructions and other some kind words, Wesley looked on as the boy he had been in love with for more than two years roll his hips to Vic, with Freddie calling out his name like they had been longtime lovers since forever. Although Wesley was a bit sad that he wasn’t the first, a small smile crept out of the corner of his mouth with his pledge masters wordlessly letting him know that he had made it into their brotherhood.

As Wesley absorbed this new revelation that he was an Alpha and the cost that it came with, his concentration was broke by an ear shattering cry followed by a series of inaudible rumblings erupting out of Freddie’s mouth. Judging by the cream caked on his stomach matched by his dick in hand, Freddie just came. But Vic was far from done. Pinning his legs wide with the sound of Vic’s thighs violently slapping against Freddie’s ass with the bed rocking and Vic bragging about how good his ass was.

“That hole ready to take its first nutt, huh? Ready to be flooded out like a motherfucker!”

Freddie might’ve heard him, but it looked like he was in his own little world.

“Oh, give me that shit. Oh…ughgh……ughgh…give me that sweet motherfucking shit! UGHGH!!!” Vic bellowed, pumping his way to completion, gritting his teeth, and grinding his way to a smoother finish.

Vic barely had his pants on when there was a knock at the door leading into the room where he was in. Because he was dressed, he opened the door without a second thought to Freddie sprawled out on the bed naked, recovering from his first session.

“What it is?” Vic said, bringing the two guys into the room with a handshake and hug combo.

“What it is? You tell me?” An angular-faced, light-skinned guy asked, looking over Vic’s shoulder.

“Some freshly popped virgin ass.” Vic said casually looking back over his shoulder.

Freddie seemed to come back into consciousness, popped up and covered himself.

“You think white boy’s game to give us a crack? I mean, after fucking with your ass, he probably still considered a virgin.”

There was a lot of back and forth between the three black men before Vic skillfully brought Freddie into the conversation. “I mean it would be a hot new way to get back at Wesley. Do these two frat brothers with the promise that they would vote against letting him in the fraternity. Probably would get him back home with you quicker.”

Freddie was obviously tired from the first dick he received, so it came as a total surprise to everyone that he was game for more just to get back at Wesley by fucking one guy at a time before Vic, as planned, came back for a second helping. The thought was that Freddie would be so spent by then, that he would hardly be paying attention to the rotation of guys darting in and out of the room getting their turn. Freddie had served up the seventh guy before the farce unfolded with frat guys storming the room trying to get in where they fit it, eagerly stuffing his mouth and ass in every possible position, to the point that they had Freddie crying that he couldn’t hold another drop of cum.

Wesley fell behind and watched the spectacle. What seemed like minutes proved to be the better part of an afternoon into the night, after it was all said and done, with Freddie so sore and tired and so weighed down by creamy loads that all he could do was lay there in the white filth that covered every inch of his body. After all the other guys came at least twice, they left Freddie be for about an hour, when two latecomers burst into the room and told Freddie to put his hands behind his head.

“Yeah, punk, think about it as your ass going on vacation on this dick of mine.”

As the frat brother fucked the tired kicker, Wesley thought it was a good of time as any to pop his head in the room where he was hit with the raw rank stench of crotch, must, and ass. Wesley walked over where the three guys were on the bed, where he eventually made eye contact with Freddie and the guy that was doing him.