Convincing My Straight Frat Bros

A few months into my freshman year, I had endured enough of seeing my hung, jock frat brothers walking around naked, and hearing them loudly slap-fuck random party girls. My favorite was definitely Cody, a senior who helped me take to the fraternity ways immediately. He was a tall, muscular bro who played lacrosse, and he was not afraid to drop his pants and swing his big dick around to get a party started. Even the girls at the parties would often egg him on to do it once it had become a tradition. I had walked by his room more than once when he had left his door open, and I saw his muscular ass pounding away at some lucky girl.

Seeing how easy it was for any of the girls to get him to fuck, I subconsciously developed a plan before I even realized what I was doing. I would get him to fuck me as well.

I had never actually been with a guy, but since I had come to college, I couldn't deny that something was missing when I would cum inside some party girl, then roll over and wait to see if she needed cuddles or if we could return to the party. What I really wanted was a strong man to take me and use me, stretching me out to be his toy. When I was jerking off, and I would click on gay porn, the best videos were always gangbangs of some college twink who basically looked just like me. I wanted to be that boy.

On one a quiet night at the frat house, Cody and I were sitting in the main room on the couch. There was no one else around, and I saw him texting some of the bimbos around campus. The fireplace was lit, and we each had a drink in a glass. Mine was apple cider because honestly I still hated the taste of alcohol.

"No one's around tonight, guess I'm gonna be jerking off." He sighed, scratching his balls over his sweatpants.

"Too bad, bro," I said nonchalantly, but suddenly realizing this could be my moment, "You know I got a fleshlight, actually. It's self-warming, and it even thrusts back onto you."

"Shit, really?" He said, raising a brow and looking me in the eye.  

I saw his dick grow some length as he sat up.

"Lemme use that shit dude, sounds better than Mr. Handy." He said, imitating jerking off with his hand.

The only problem was I didn't have any sex toys. I wasn't sure how I was going to get where I needed to be, but this was my shot anyhow.

"Sure thing bro, come on up. I actually just found a leak of that girl you've been slobbering over on twitter too. She has a fan site." At least that part was true.

He followed me up the stairs like a kid on Christmas. He was pretty enthusiastic, even given the implication that we would be jerking off together. That was a good sign.

When we got to my room, I quickly opened my laptop and clicked on the bookmark to the shady site showing the leaked content of his amateur twitter girl. He was so excited he started pawing at his cock over his sweatpants, which had grown considerably on the way up the stairs. The first video was her giving an energetic blowjob to some hung guy from his POV.

After a minute he asked, "So where's the fleshlight?" 

Summoning every ounce of courage I had in my body, I replied, "Right here."

My face turned as red as a cherry as I put the laptop down in front of him, got down on my knees, and put my hands on his thighs to start rubbing him through his pants.  I looked up at him.

He laughed for a moment, but seeing my nervous face, his mouth dropped open, staring down at me. I couldn't tell where this was going, but was completely ready for him to call me a fag and walk out, maybe even taking my laptop with him.

"*Really?*" He asked, incredulous, "I've never..." He stopped himself.

I just nodded slowly, and he sort of started to smile nervously, which made me start to nervous smile as well. He turned his head to double check that the door was closed, paused for a moment, and I was pretty sure he was considering leaving. But, he turned back toward me.

"Don't tell anyone," he said, then lifted his butt up to pull his pants down to his knees, revealing the sight and aroma of that amazing fat hog and sexy balls that had made him famous at parties.  

Elated and on another level of surreal excitement that my plan had worked, I pushed his sweatpants further down to his ankles, and savored the moment looking at his big fat cock up close. The masculine aroma hit me immediately. I had never seen any hard dick this close, and his balls were neatly shaven, with just a small trimmed bush above his throbbing cock. He quickly took off his shirt as well, revealing a light shimmer of sweat on his bulging pecs. I leaned forward to start licking his shaft. Channeling the slutty girls who had been servicing my athletic body since high school, I knew to cover my teeth and focus on the sensitive head, but also to edge him and prevent this miracle from ending too early.  

He tried his best to ignore me as I grabbed his balls and licked the sweat off his abs, but when I held his shaft and started twisting my hand and stroking him up and down, he tightened his abs, released a pleasured "hmmph" and produced several drops of precum. When I started to lick the head, he got really into it, putting his hands up to his short, wavy brown hair and tugging at it before moving them down to rub my back and shoulders. I sucked down as much of his thick hog as I could, but it was my first time and I gagged really easily. The head of his cock going into my mouth felt like I was trying to swallow a whole apple without chewing. Still, I pushed through and punched the back of my throat with his cock as hard as I could.   I don't even think he was watching the video anymore when he grabbed my head and forced me down, apparently impatient and wanting some aggressive throat fucking for his manly cock.  

When he forced me down, pushed past the barrier and stretched out my throat, it felt like my brain was rearranged. It was so kinky, rough, even taboo for me to be in this position. I knew gay guys did this shit every day, but for me to join their ranks as a real pleasurer of cock, forcing my body to its limits to get a good load out of a fellow man, felt like the most *right* thing I had ever chosen to do. I was so glad I had taken the risk to ask him to do it. To anyone reading this, just take the leap. It's worth it.

I leaned into the discomfort of having my throat torn open, and pleased the fuck out of his cock. With his pubes in my face, I pushed up and down until I needed a break. I pulled out and jerked his fat salami, and he held my mouth onto his balls. The tears ran down my face and I was red and hot. I pressed my own big erection into his leg through my pants and started literally moaning from the pleasure I was getting from this worshiping sesh. Cody took charge at some point, and started telling me what to do.  

"Lick my balls," he said sternly, while holding both sides of my head, "Yeah, good, now suck one into your mouth." 

I did as he asked, looking up at his face to see if it felt good.  

"Roll it around on your tongue." He said, this time more dominantly, "Yesss, you're a good boy. I didn't know we had a little service boy in the house. Glad I joined this frat."

His positive feedback made me fucking elated, and I had to roll the dice.  

With his big cock resting along the entire length of my face, I looked up at him and asked, "Do you wanna fuck me?"

I could see he was in the midst of a very horny moment. He was uncertain, but curious. After a few moments of hesitation, he reached down to pick me up under the arms, lifted me slightly in the air and threw me down on the bed assertively. I leaned back on my elbows and waited for his next move. He stood there with his giant, thick cock jutting out in front of him. He had gotten a bit sweaty, and his round pecs shined a bit. He leaned over and grabbed my legs, lifting them to put my knees to my shoulders. He pulled the waistband of my pants until they were just revealing my ass, with my pink hole on display for him to use.

Apparently he was inspired by porn, as he simply spit on my hole, then moved his hips forward to line up his cock with it. I didn't know if it would work, but I wanted him to use me however he wanted. He spat again on my hole while the head of his cock was pressed up against it. Combined with the precum on his fat cock, and my spit and throat juice from the throat fucking, I guess he had enough lube because he slowly pressed forward and the head popped in with no resistance.  

Before that day, I had only had a few random household objects up my ass, but at least I had experience with penetrating myself. He held my legs firmly, and with my pants still on, my legs were sort of held together on their own, so I could just let go of my body and focus on taking his cock.  

I took a deep breath and said, "Go ahead."

He pushed further. The rearrangement of my insides was a surreal mix of tight pressure and mental satisfaction. It was like scratching an itch that I had been feeling my entire life, even if I didn't realize it. He slowly pushed in two inches, then pulled out a bit, then went it further. I could tell he was excited to get fucking me, but he knew that my hole could only take so much. Pretty soon he was balls deep, and I wasn't sure what was going to happen to me, but I knew it felt good.  

I got to watch his abs glisten with his sweat as he started to properly fuck me. He couldn't suppress the little moans that came out as his balls started to slap against me. I felt like the hottest twink in the world as I finally got what I wanted from this stud. Right about the time that the feeling in my ass turned from pressure to tingling pleasure, his cock swelled up inside me and he looked down at his thick cock buried balls deep in my ass. His mouth released a small grunt, like a "cha", and we watched together as his cock pulsed, dropping a hot load deep inside me.

I had never felt more satisfied in my life. But, when he slowly pulled his cock out of me, I felt empty, and wanted more. I lowered my legs and he sat there with his bare ass on his heels.

"So," he said, "Have you done this with other guys in the house?"

"You're the first." I replied.

"First of many, I bet." He said with a wink.  

"I hope so." 

He got his stuff together and walked naked down the hall to the bathroom to take a shower. I sat there like the happiest boy in the world. I just had to figure out who was the next piece of meat in the house. Luckily, it was less than five minutes later that Jaxon, another freshman, texted me.

"Cody says you're gay." Was all it read, making me stare at my phone curiously for a moment before I saw a new text bubble appear.

All it said was, "Free blowjobs?"

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Preview of Part 2:

*It had been a good decision to come out to the frat. I could already picture myself face down getting my pink hole abused by a group of hung, strong, college men and frat brothers. I could even service them under their desks in their rooms. I could be the one who was on-call for them when they need a release, or I could have a Google Calendar set up where they can book slots with me to use me however they want.*

*I knew I was getting ahead of myself, but after an amazing first fuck that left me sore and still horny, then getting a text from another horny frat bro only five minutes later, I felt like I had found my life's calling. I was a twink who worked out, and would have way more fun with the men in my frat than with any party slut--college really was working out for me.*

*I texted back, "For you, anytime winky face emoji"*

*"Right now? I'm in my room." He replied.*