“You’ve made it through Hell Week,” Marcus announced.
“Almost,” Henry heard the fraternity brother behind him murmur and then chuckle.
“After Hell Week, you all deserve a reward, don’t you think?”
A murmur went up among the pledges in agreement. Henry glanced over at Dean, eyebrow raised. Were they kidding?
“The kind of brotherhood you are about to enter can’t be explained. It can only be experienced.” Marcus picked up the remote control and pointed it at the television. Henry watched it come to life, but there was no picture on it yet, just a blue screen. He couldn’t imagine what they were going to show them-some video about the history of the frat? Why in the hell did they have to be naked for that?
Marcus was still talking, but it wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard already this week. “You should always be able to trust your frat brother. You should be able to do anything for each other.”
“Or next to each other.” The guy behind him again. Henry felt a hand on his bare shoulder. What in the hell did they have planned? Henry’s sense of foreboding grew as the guy next to him passed him a bowl and whispered, “Take one.” They were full of condoms.
No fucking way, he thought, taking one anyway and passing on the message and the bowl to the pledge next to him. Dean had a condom in his hand and he was trying to suppress a smile, but the other guys looked just as scared as Henry felt. Trust me. That’s what Dean had said. But did Henry really trust his roommate? He’d made a bee-line for the girl Henry liked, and had been close-mouthed all week about the fraternity rituals, although admittedly, Henry had gotten off pretty easy because of Dean. At least so far. Dean kept telling him he was a pledge, too-which was true. But he also obviously had inside information he wasn’t willing to share.
“You’re gonna want to buckle up for safety, boys.” Marcus turned on the DVD and Henry stared as two women appeared-two very naked, very sexy, very lesbian women. They were crawling all over each other, kissing and touching. The blonde wasn’t his type-too busty and fake for his tastes. But the redhead? Oh Jesus, she looked like Libby with all that hair! Her breasts were perfect, a pert handful of flesh, her nipples puffy and pink. And her pussy?
His dick was getting hard. Henry covered his crotch, condom still in hand, trying to keep his boy down, but the girl was so much like Libby, and when the blonde knelt between the redhead’s legs, parting her pussy lips covered in curly red fuzz, the camera zooming in for a close-up, it was a lost cause. Even though he was sitting naked in the middle of a group of guys, his cock wouldn’t obey his “down” command.
“We’re all going to play a game.”
Henry looked reluctantly away from the screen to see that most of his pledge brothers were having the same problem with their dicks. Dean wasn’t even hiding his-and Henry was surprised to find his cock was rather small in stature, maybe six inches-but instead had his hand wrapped around it, stroking idly as he peered up at the screen where the women were rubbing their tits together now and moaning loudly.
Marcus picked up a black bag off the floor, taking out a bottle of KY gel. No way, Henry thought again. Was this going to be some sort of circle jerk? He could only hope-because he didn’t have any sexual inclination toward guys, and there was no way he was going to consent to anything that involved one of his pledge brothers touching his cock. Or doing anything else to him, for that matter.
“Here we go.” Marcus handed a bottle of KY to the first two pledges and they stared across the aisle at each other, eyes wide. He knew both of them, had hung out in Dean’s room with Uri, a big, swarthy Russian guy with a thick accent, and Bel was the skinny geek from the dorm room right next door to them. In spite of the moaning and soft cries of pleasure coming from the television, Henry had found that his cock had finally obeyed his “down” command. Everyone was too anxious to have a hard-on now. Well, almost everyone. Dean was still hard, cock firmly in hand.
“Fasten your seatbelts.” Marcus’s teeth flashed brightly white. “Buckle up, buttercups.” He reached back into the bag. Both guys sat frozen, a condom in one hand, KY in the other. Henry didn’t understand until Marcus pulled two more objects out of the bag. Flashlights? Huh? Were they going to have a masturbation contest in the dark?
“Just in case you thought this was gonna be easy.” Marcus took the end off of the flashlight, but where there should have been a light was…
“What the hell?” The guy on Henry’s right-he couldn’t remember his name. Peter or Phil or…?
“It’s a Fleshlight,” the guy on Henry’s left said. Henry knew his name-Cody. They’d been sitting next to each other during the game Henry and the rest of the pledges had been forced to bet on. Unfortunately Cody, like Dean, had chosen the other team.
“A what?” Henry whispered, thinking he’d mispronounced the word flashlight, but what Marcus was holding in his hand didn’t look like any flashlight he’d ever seen, and then one of the older frat brothers answered the question for all of them because he’d taken out the DVD of the two lesbian women and put in another, more informative one.
“Holy fuck.” That was Phil or Pete or…Pat. His name was Pat, Henry remembered as they all stared at the screen. There was a nearly-nude brunette up there, reclining, legs spread, and she holding the flashlight-looking thing in her hand. With her other hand, she touched the pink flesh-like material, her fingers rubbing oil into the surface, and Henry finally understood, as the scene changed and the woman was on her knees in front of a very well-hung guy, licking his balls and sliding the flashlight-er, Fleshlight — down onto his cock.
“Ohhhhh,” the guy on-screen moaned. “It feels just like the real thing!”
Henry’s dick jumped to life again as he watched the guy decide to compare his new toy with the real thing, putting the brunette on the bed and the Fleshlight just above her pussy. Now it was like he had two cunts to fuck, one real, one synthetic. Henry stared, fascinated, watching the flesh part, wondering what it would feel like, as the brunette fingered first her own pussy and then the fake one.
A collective gasp went up when the guy stuck his cock into the brunette, beginning to fuck her. Then he switched, sliding his dick into the sex toy, fucking it just as hard.
Back and forth it went. The whole room gave a sound of disappointment when Marcus turned off the DVD.
“Get the idea?”
They all got it. There were thirty-two cocks straight up and at-attention in the room. And those, Henry figured, were just the ones they could see. The older frat brothers, standing behind their chairs, were sure to be hard, too. He was just glad this wasn’t going to be some sort of homoerotic test. Not that there was anything wrong with being gay. He just wasn’t, that’s all.
“You two first.” Marcus gestured to the guys in chairs closest to the television. The DVD was being changed again, back to the lesbians. On the screen, the redhead was on the bed, her pussy spread for the blonde’s eager tongue. And Henry thought his cock couldn’t get any harder. Great. At this rate, he’d last about two seconds in that pussy-sleeve before it was all humiliatingly over. But according to the way this game worked, wouldn’t that make him the winner?
Well, at least he understood the condoms now.
The first pair up-so to speak, Henry thought, concealing a smile-was Uri the Russian and Bel. Henry watched his geeky dorm mate struggle to open the condom, tearing it with his teeth, using trembling hands in an attempt to roll it on. Uri was in Henry’s row so it was harder to see him, but he looked down the line to find the Russian already had his condom in place, the KY open and dripping down onto his fat dick. He was more than ready to go.
“The first one to come wins,” Marcus explained. “The brother behind you will be the one to make the call. The first guy to pull his cock out and show us the used condom wins that round.”