Frat Boys Initiated to BBC

Reader discretion is advised: This is a fictional story and does not portray any real events or people. It is a fantasy containing graphic and racial language/content which may not be suitable for some readers. If you think this is not for you, please do not read.

Author’s Note: This is my first story so I appreciate feedback in the comments. I have a plan for over a dozen chapters in this tale, so enjoy!

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>>> Tommy

As our group of pledges followed the actives and guests out the side exit to head over to the parking area, Jared wondered out loud “Are they really serious about this? Whoring us out to black fraternities?”

“Yeah,” Sam chimed in. “I don’t know if I am up for this.”

I spun around to my fellow pledges. “Yes you are! All of us are. We all know what it means to be in this frat, what it means for our future. What’s a few days of unpleasantness compared to being set for the rest of our lives?”

“But why this? They are acting like we are gay. I’ve never even thought about any of this.” Nick said.

“Don’t be stupid,” I replied. “They don’t think we’re gay. If they thought that then this would be a pleasant gift instead of the humiliating experience they intend. That’s the point! For us to show we are committed to the fraternity, its history and secrets. You heard the pledge-master; this has been the tradition for over thirty years! That means a lot of alumni have experienced this, and they wouldn’t want it known. With this experience we are bonded together with those before us, and we get the benefits of money and power this frat provides. So stop the fucking whining and man up!” With that I turned back and quickened my pace, to catch up to my new master for the next two days. Jared hustled up beside me and said “Way to take charge buddy! I’m not happy about it, but if you’re in then I’m in. Let’s go.”

The larger group was splitting up and fanning out into the car lot, so Jared and I looked for brother Andrew, our bodyguard of sorts for this ordeal. He is cool, built like a rugby player at 6’-3” and around 240 pounds, it was easy to think he was an oaf. But he is hella-smart, the leading grad student in the computer science department and destined to be a player in Silicon Valley soon. He was over to the left of the lot, walking next to the black guy with the pink wristband we only knew as Sir. He looks a bit taller than me, around six foot. Being from North Dakota I hadn’t met a lot of black guys, but he seemed handsome enough, with skin like dark-chocolate and an afro cut close to his scalp, little lightning bolts shaved into the sides. He was wearing his fraternity t-shirt, Alpha-Phi-Alpha, and pressed chinos.

They were approaching a parked silver SUV, with another young black guy already in the driver’s seat. He looked our age, probably an APA pledge tasked with driving his president. Andrew got into the front passenger seat, and Sir opened the door to sit in the back. As Jared and I started to get in on the seat next to him, Sir stopped us cold.

“What do you pussies think you’re doing? You think you get to ride equal with me? Not even! Both of you kneel on the floor, one on each side of me, and put your heads down on the seat facing the doors.” I got in on the right, behind Andrew, and Jared went around and got to kneeling in the spot behind the driver. I just looked at the door and settled in. I’m pretty sure no black frats are close to our small university, so we likely had an hour’s drive or more to get to where we were going.

We got moving and I could feel the roughness of the wheels on the gravel lot, and was tossed a bit by the car turning back and forth as it negotiated the roads in our wooded area. No one spoke, so I just listened to the sounds of the SUV. The vibrations told the story, and soon enough we made a wide turn and sped up on an incline, meaning we were getting on the interstate. As we settled in to cruise control Sir told the driver to turn the music on, and soon Beyonce was serenading us on our journey.

We drove along like that for a little bit, just Sir humming along to the music and Jared and me kneeling on the floor in our pink jockstraps. Then I started to feel Sir’s hand caressing my head, running through my hair. I started to move, and he pushed my head into the seat. “No squirming, no talking. Just lay there and be good boys.”

He then ran his fingers down my back, down to my ass. He slapped my cheeks a few times, and I heard an echo which I assumed was him doing the same to Jared on the other side. His fingers found my hole and started to swirl around, teasing me. I instinctively pulled away a bit, but the seat stopped me mostly. “Mmmmm, hmmm! Those are tight white boy puckers. Feels like neither of you even had a girl finger you before. Haha! That will change soon.” He withdrew his hand, and I lay there reminding myself why I was doing this.

While looking at the door, I heard a zipper and Sir moving around a bit. Then he grabbed me by the hair, rotated my heard towards him and pulled me closer. I looked over to see a large black dick laying semi-flaccid against his leg, as he had pulled his chinos down to his ankles. Across the cock I saw Jared looking back and forth between me and the big black dick between us, his eyes wide behind the blonde locks spilling down from his top. I looked back with commitment, giving him some strength for what was about to happen.

“OK crackers. First lesson. A Black dick is to be savored its whole length, and don’t forget the balls. You both are going to show me you understand for real.” He grabbed Jared’s hair back and forced him to look up at him. “You ever had a blow job pussy?”  “Yes sir, several times.” “Good, then you know what it should feel like. Get down there and lick my balls. Treat em like the best candy you ever had.” He pushed Jared’s face down into his nuts, which were large and hanging in folds. Jared immediately started a tongue bath of them. “Yeah, that’s good, white boy. Suck on those nigga balls.” Jared opened up and engulfed one of the orbs fully into his mouth, started swirling it around. I could see the ball expanding his cheek.

Sir grabbed my head and stared at me. “What bout you? Had your dick sucked, white boy?” “Yes sir. Most girls at my high school preferred doing that so they didn’t get pregnant.”

“Well all right then. So you should be an expert at giving that experience to me.” With that he pulled my face over to his cock, which had gotten a bit harder with Jared’s ball attention. “Open up and start sucking!”

I opened my mouth and swallowed the first few inches. I knew from my receiving experience that tongue action was good, and that working the head gave me pleasure, so I applied my knowledge to pleasing Sir. I figured best to do this right. I knew that he would be inclined to punish me for doing a bad job, and who needs that extra pain?

I sucked the first few inches quickly in an out, then slowly tried to swallow as much of his length as possible. I tried to get it all, but he was clearly too big for that given that this was my first time sucking cock. He must’ve been nine inches at least, but I got about halfway down before gagging and returning to the tip. “Hell yeah! White boy got skills. We gonna have some fun for sure.” Sir rubbed his hand through my hair, guiding me along his cock but not forcing too much, just letting me know he was in charge. I continued to switch between quick thrusts on the tip and longer attempts at swallowing his shaft. The taste was slightly salty, musky, but far better than licking a clit, so I was going to be ok at this. I looked up at Sir’s face, and he was clearly enjoying himself, eyes closed and a big smile showing a hint of pearly white teeth. I glanced down to see how Jared was fairing with Sir’s big nuts. His eyes were closed but he seemed to be doing a good job. At least Sir was not complaining, LOL.

>>> Jared

I couldn’t believe it! Here I am, mostly naked on the floor of an SUV, going to town on a black guy’s nuts. If my buddies back home in Virginia could see me, they’d probably shoot me, more for serving a black boy than the gay shit. Not that I was going to tell them, of course. Besides, I was pledging this frat specifically to get away from that backwards way of thinking. And if successfully pledging meant giving Sir and his brothers a good time, then I was going to be nut washer supreme!

I let the right ball pop out of my mouth and swallowed the left again. It was already coated with my spit, so it slid in easily. I rolled my tongue in a circle, spinning the nut a bit and causing an “MMMM” from Sir above. On a whim I opened wide and got both nuts into my mouth. My cheeks were full like a chipmunk, and my tongue flicked back and forth between them. This was actually fun! “Oh yeah, pussy boy! Work those nuts. Damn! Ain’t no bitch ever got both them in at once. You a real ho!”

After a minute or so I had to pull back, letting the balls slip out. I licked the outer folds and found myself at Sir’s taint area. As I was leaning over sideways from my position on the floor, this caused his big wet balls to settle on my cheeks, and I could feel their weight on my face. It was a strange experience, but kinda pleasant as well. I mean, heck, I’m an 18 year-old guy, so skin contact and the smell of sex is going to be a turn on, not to mention the amazing slurping sounds coming from Tommy as he sucked Sir’s big rod. No way he hadn’t done that before!

Sir shifted forward on the seat and spread his legs a bit, exposing his asshole. It was a lighter brown than his skin, and looked smooth. “Don’t just stare at it. Get that tongue up in there!” Sir grabbed my head and rotated me a bit, then pulled me into his waiting pucker. I wasn’t sure what to do, as this was something new I had only heard about, never seen. I started to dart my tongue in and out, digging for his hole. When I found it my tongue slipped in a bit, and I stuck it out even more to get inside. Sir responded by pulling my head in and holding it there while I explored his hole. His scent was intoxicating, and my tongue must’ve grown because it felt like I could taste Sir to the back of my mouth. Why hadn’t a chick ever done this to me?

As I went to town on Sir’s beautiful sweet asshole, I could hear Tommy gagging up above, a nice rhythm of wet slurps and coughs that meant he must be going down pretty far. I wondered if he was enjoying this as much as I surprisingly was?

>>> Tommy

I had finally managed to get most of Sir’s length inside my mouth and throat, but just briefly. I went back up to work the tip again but this time Sir spoke up. “Nah boy, now that we know it can fit, we gots to work on duration.” With that he held the back of my head and pushed me back down on his pole. I could feel the head slip down my tongue and into the bend of my throat. He didn’t stop until my nose was buried in his pubes. I struggled as I couldn’t breathe, but his hand held me down like a vise. After a few seconds with no air he let up and allowed me to pull off of him. I gulped in air, a thick strand of saliva arcing from my mouth to his shaft. Then I was back down on his rod, and he held me down again. Up. Gulp air. Down the shaft. Repeat. It took several tries but I learned to breathe in deep through my nose as he was pulling out, so that he didn’t have to exit my mouth completely and could just piston my face while holding my skull with both hands on my ears like handlebars. I went into a trance, just accepting the face-fuck, so I don’t know how long I was sucking before I noticed he was picking up the pace and moaning loudly.

“Oh, fuck you two got me going good. I’m about to give you that good nut white boy! You ready?” Ha, like I really had a choice? All of a sudden Sir shoved his dick in and held, held it there and erupted in my mouth. It was a firehose! Spurt after spurt filled my mouth. I tried to keep up swallowing as much as I could, but the volume overwhelmed me. He had let go of my head during his orgasm and I was able to pull off and fully swallow, so his last two shots sent streaks of jizz across my chin and cheek.

“Yeah, that’s how white boys should look, smiling with black seed across their face. Looks good on you.” He grabbed Jared’s head and pulled him up out of his position in Sir’s asscrack. “Luckily, this other white boy needs to get his taste too, dontcha pussy? Clean your brother’s face for me. Lick that seed and swallow it.”

>>> Jared

I looked at Tommy, kneeling there with two thick ropes of cum branding him from his ear down to his chin. A little gob of it was dangling at the chin tip, threatening to fall. I doubt Sir would be happy about that! I moved the last few inches over and swallowed it up. The taste was salty, a bit like an oyster. I stuck out my well-exercised tongue and proceeded to lick the first cum strip, moving up Tommy’s face to just under his eye. I swallowed again ang slid over to the other streak at his ear, slurping it up as I moved back down his face. Damn this was hot! I could feel a stiff boner straining inside my skimpy jockstrap. That wasn’t good. I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this.

“Yeah, you white boys all say your straight for girl pussy, but get some black cock in ya and your dicks get hard as steel.” Sir pushed us both back to the floor. I looked over and saw Jared was as hard as I was. Worse, actually, because I’m just average and could still sort of hide it; but Tommy’s had burst out of the side of his strap and was leaking pre-cum. Damn! I quickly looked away.

“Haha, nothing to be embarrassed about boys. It’s just natural. You’re just learning more about yourself. Expanding your horizons. You are going to be doing lots of expanding today, Ha!” Sir pulled his pants back up and got situated, then sat back with a huge grin. He barked, “Okay, get back in position!” Tommy and I situated ourselves back on our knees facing the doors again, exhausted. At least now we could rest a bit. Or so we thought.