Final Hazing

I slowly awakened, unsure of where I was. The room was not one I’d ever awakened in before, and it took a minute to figure out where I was. The floor to ceiling windows looking out over the city revealed the first light of dawn. I felt someone’s arms around me, and I was pulled back against the chest of someone bigger than me. As I felt something poking my ass, I simultaneously realized I was in bed with a man, who had apparently cuddled me while I slept, and I remembered that it was Bobby’s loft and bed I was in. I had fallen asleep after we had sex and inadvertently spent the night.

Those thoughts were drifting around my brain as I regained consciousness, until one stuck: WE HAD SEX! BOBBY HAD FUCKED ME! The soreness in my ass was a reminder of the activities of the previous evening. He had seduced me, I had lowered my defenses, and he had fucked me. I didn’t know what, or even how, to think about or process that fact. I’m a straight guy. I seduced and fuck girls. I don’t get fucked.

I slowly lifted Bobby’s arm off of my torso, and began easing myself up, trying not to wake him. The only thought I had was needing to get out of his apartment. I was finally able to get out of his embrace and off the bed, only to realize once I was up that I didn’t have any clothes, other than the jockstrap I’d worn to his place. I was in the apartment of a man I met yesterday, with no clothes, no wallet, no phone, and no way home. FUCK!

I walked over to the window, trying to stop freaking out and think through this problem. I must have gotten lost in my thoughts, or the view, or my fears, because I never heard Bobby wake up or walk up behind me. Suddenly I felt his hands and arms go around my waist and he walked up and hugged me from behind. I jumped as I felt his breath on my ear as he growled, “I just love waking up to the sight of a naked white boy in my apartment! I could get used to having this view every day!”

I pushed back from the window, pushing Bobby back from me and turned to look at him as I backed away from him. I was once again taken with how muscular and powerful he was. “Bobby,” I said, “I don’t know why I gave in last night, but I’m not gay, man! I can’t do that again.”

He smiled as he said, “You gave in because you white boys can’t resist a powerful black man, especially one that wants you as much as I do. You didn’t stand a chance against my charms, baby!” It seemed like he was joking as he said that, to lighten the mood, but there was a part of me that wondered if he was really joking at all. I mean, it had not taken him very much effort at all to get me in his bed, much less to open my legs for him and let him fuck me. He had given me the opportunity to say no, and I didn’t say no.

“I just need to get back to the frat, man,” I said, hoping he would take me back or get me a ride soon.

“I’ll take you,” he said. “Let’s just get cleaned up and then I’ll take you back to the frat house.” I realized I did get sweaty last night and probably could use a shower.

“Where should I shower?” I asked.

“Come in here in this bathroom,” was his reply as he was walking toward the ensuite bath. I followed him in and watched as he started the water and warmed it you. “You can go first,” he said after the water adjusted. I stepped in and closed the glass door, aware that I was naked in his shower and he was watching me. He then opened the shower door and said, “On second thought, let’s not waste water, we can shower together.”

He was blocking the door, so I couldn’t get out, and was already wet, so I stepped back to make room for him. He stepped under the water, to wet himself as he simultaneously pulled me to him into a hug. “I love showering with little white boys almost as much as I love fucking them!” He said in my ear as he hugged me to himself. He slid his hands over my back, and down to my ass, into my crack, and pressed a finger into my hole. As much as I wanted to get out of there, I couldn’t deny that this felt nice, and he was getting me turned on again. My cock gave me away, and he smiled as he said, “Looks like I’m not the only one into this!”

One of his hands cupped my chin and pulled my face up to look at him as he bent down to kiss me. Almost immediately, we were making out, passionately back where we left off last night. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was, and the voice in my brain that was telling me to get out was getting softer. The finger that he had in my hole was joined by another as he gently opened me up again. He then stepped back and sat down on a seat he had in the shower, pulling me to straddle his legs and into his lap. He took his fingers from my ass, grabbed his cock and aligned it with my hole. While looking in my eyes, he said, “Sit on it.”

I lowered myself, feeling the head of his cock breach my sore hole and begin its descent into my core. As I moved lower and lower, the feeling of fullness returned, as well as the pleasure of last night. His cock was moving against my prostate, and already waves of pleasure were radiating through me as he moved in. Once I was fully seated in his lap, fully impaled on his cock, he kissed me passionately for a minute, allowing me to relax on him. When he broke the kiss, he again looked into my eyes, and said, “Now fuck yourself, white boy. Bounce on my cock and show me how much you love getting my big black cock in your hole!”

I began moving up and down on his shaft, the pleasure washing over me again and again. The fear of just a few moment ago, the need to leave and the stigma of having been fucked, were all gone. I was lost in the pleasure of his cock in my ass. The noises I made as I groaned and grunted through the fuck were bouncing off the tile walls of his shower as I fucked myself on his shaft.

After about 5 minutes, he pulled me into a kiss again, pulling my chest up against his, and putting his hands under my ass. “Wrap your legs around me!” he instructed, and after I obeyed he stood up with me clinging to him, a young jock white boy impaled on the impressive cock of an equally impressive black man. I was overcome with pleasure, and awed by his show of strength as he stood and continued fucking me standing up. I know that I was new to the pleasure of sex with a man, but in that moment, I couldn’t imagine a more erotic experience than to be held by a bigger man while he fucked me standing up. The pleasure and the display of raw power combined to bring me to orgasm, and for the second time in my life (and less than 24 hours), I came without touching my dick. I clung to him as the orgasm washed over me, shooting my load on both of our chests as he continued raising and lowering me on his cock.

“Baby,” he said softly in my ear as I clung to him, “You can protest all you want, but your little jock white ass was made to get fucked by my cock.” I couldn’t disagree with him.

He held me like that for another minute before setting me down. He turned me around then, placing his hand on my back and bending me forward before pressing back into me. He then set about pounding me hard, fucking me for all he was worth, for about 2 minutes before groaning out his own orgasm, his cock buried balls deep in my ass. After his spasms finished he stood me up, still impaled on his cock, and wrapped his arms around my chest, just holding me to him until his softening cock slipped out. He then grabbed the soap, and began washing me.

We washed each other, stopping occasionally to make out, and finally finished our shower. I know for a fact that we didn’t save ANY water by showering together! He stepped out first, and grabbed us each a towel, and we dried off. It was a remarkable moment for me. I didn’t feel the need to rush out like I had earlier, and I loved feeling so comfortable being naked with this sexy man. Finally, I realized that I didn’t have any clothes to put on after I was dry.

Bobby saw the look on my face and said, “Don’t worry. My nephew comes and stays with me sometimes, and he’s about your size. He leaves his clothes here, and we can find something to fit you so I can take you home.”

“Besides,” Bobby said as he looked at the clock in the bedroom, “I need to get you back. They told us yesterday to tell you that you need to check in with your big brother by 10:00 this morning, and it’s already 9:15.”

Bobby grabbed me some clothes, and we both dressed. Within 5 minutes we were back in his car, headed to campus. He pulled up to the back of the frat house, the same place where the evening before he had carried me to his car, and parked. He reached over to my face, pulling me to him, and kissed me. “Last night was great!” he said, handing me a card. “This is my number. Call me when you’re ready for a repeat!” I smiled back. He then handed me another piece of paper. “Give this to your big brother. You have to give him this in order to pass this last hazing assignment.” I glanced down at the paper, on which was printed a short survey asking about how the date went. Bobby had checked “Excellent” as the answer to every question.

I smiled again, thanked him, and opened the car door, stepping out into the morning air. I realized that my world had changed in the course of the previous evening, and then again this morning. I wondered what the other pledges would think if they knew what had happened to me over the past evening. I wondered if any of them had gotten fucked by their dates. I thought about how I would answer Brock’s questions as I went to check-in with my big brother. Thankfully, the house was pretty quiet. I made my way up to Brock’s room. His door was already propped open, and when he saw me standing at the door, he smiled and said, “Coming to check-in?” while motioning me to enter the room.

“Yep,” I replied. “I was told to give you this, too.” I handed Brock the survey.

“Thanks,” he said, taking it from my hand. “Ah, all excellents! Very good!” Brock stepped behind me and shut the door to his room. “So,” he began, “how was it?”

“It was fun,” I answered vaguely. “Bobby was nice, and we had a nice dinner and conversation.” My intention was to leave the details there, but Bobby’s next statement forced my hand.

“The guys who bid on you were told that they were only to mark “excellent” on the survey if they were able to seduce you. So, my real question is, how was it getting fucked?”

I decided to try to defend my honor first. “What makes you think I got fucked?” I asked.

Brock busted out laughing. “Bobby carried you out on his shoulder. If there was sex, which the survey indicates there was, then that big muscular black man fucked you. There’s no way you fucked him!” He laughed again.

The color drained from my face as I realized that my secret wasn’t a secret after all. Brock laughed again, but I realized it wasn’t a mocking laugh. “Don’t worry,” he said, “I’m not going to tell anyone else. I’m your big brother, and your secret is safe with me. So, again, how did you like getting fucked?”

Realizing that I had nothing to hide, I admitted that while I was freaked out about it, I had enjoyed the actual experience. Brock smiled, then said, “I knew you would. That’s why I recommended you to Bobby when he was bidding.”

I thought about his words for a moment, before I realized that must have meant that Brock knew Bobby before yesterday. “Do you know Bobby?” I asked, confused.

“Well,” Brock said, smiling mischeviously, “I was a freshman once too, going through hazing to get into the frat, just like you. My big brother recommended that Bobby bid on me…” He trailed off as a look of understanding came across my face. Bobby had bid on him, and taken him on a date, and then fucked him too! Brock understood better than anyone what I had felt and was feeling! As strange as it seems, I suddenly felt much closer to Brock, and looked up to him like a real brother.

Brock finished his story by telling me that he and Bobby still get together from time to time, and even have others join them in group play, and I was welcome to come with him sometimes, and he and I could get tag-teamed by Bobby and some of his friends. I had to admit, that sounded like a lot of fun!

To be continued…

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