Alpha Phi throws the best parties on campus and tonight was ..

Alpha Phi throws the best parties on campus and tonight was no different. The frat house was packed. They had the best music, best booze, and the hottest people. Chief among the hot frat boys was Brody. He was making his rounds at the party, in his trademark backwards cap, a tank top that showed off his mountainous shoulders, and jeans. People naturally make room for the big man on campus. Brody being 6’4, 225lbs of hard sculpted muscles it was easy to see why. Brody always draws attention. Guys looked at him in envy and girls what to be fucked by him. He currently has each of his shredded, muscle packed arms around the shoulders of a co-Ed on each side of him. They were giggling at every word he spoke. He was charming and used his sex appeal to get what he wanted. He noticed that Josh, one of his frat bros, was waving Brody over. “I'll be right back, ladies,” Brody kissed their hands, using his charm, as he excused himself from the two girls. They giggled again as he walked away. “What up,” Brody asked as he approached his frat brother Josh was shirtless as had his left arm around his girlfriend Stephenie’s shoulders. He loved showing off his gymnast body, tight and ripped. He has the potential to go to the olympics. Josh leaned toward Brody, “I think your stalker is here” Josh nodded without turning his head toward the skinny, nerdy looking guy standing in the far corner. “He's been watching and following you around the whole night.” The stranger was dressed in a baggy black hoodie, black jeans, and black boots. He was pale looking, almost a paste white, with coal black hair poking out from under his hoodie. He wore thick, nerdy glasses. He was obviously staring at Brody. “That’s John,” Stephenie added. “He’s creepy. I had some classes with him. My roommate Jennifer said she caught him ogling her boyfriend Steve Harris.” “I thought Jennifer and Steve broke up,” Josh turned toward his girlfriend. “They did. That’s the weird part,” she whispered and leaned closer to the two frat brothers. “She caught Steve giving the dude a blow job.” “Well, you know what they say about wrestlers,” Brody laughed, referring to Steve, the captain of the wrestling team. “The dude's been stalking Brody all over campus,” Josh informed Stephanie. The last few weeks, everytime Brody was out on campus, or at the local bars, that guy was there watching him. John always stood in the back staring. Brody even suspected that the freak was taking his pictures and even been in his room when he wasn’t in the frat house. Brody had several jockstraps turned up missing. “I take care of it,” Brody turned toward the smaller man across the room. “Need help,” Josh took his arm off Stephanie's shoulder. “No, I’m good,” Brody answered as he headed over to the party crusher. “Hey, I’m not sure how you got in, but Alpha Phi’s parties are invite only,” Brody walked up to the skinny, shorter guy, looking intimidating as he towered over John. John pushed his glasses up his nose as his eyes traveled down Brody’s buff jock body, and back up to Brody’s masculine chisel face. “Damn, you are more beautiful up close,” the boy smiled. Brody didn’t know how to respond. He sure wasn’t expecting such forwardiness. “I don’t know your deal but I’m not . . .” “Damn, those arms are huge,” the smaller man interrupted Brody. Before Brody could pull his right arm away, John reached out and boldly stroked the thick, well defined biceps. Suddenly Brody felt a tingling run up his arm and down his body. He let out a low moan as John continued to stroke his arm. He was overcome with a blissful, relaxed feeling. His mind grew foggy as his cock stirred in his jeans. It became noticeable that Brody wore no underwear under his jeans. “Your room upstairs,” John asked as he traced the thick vein running up Brody’s arm. “Yes,” Brody answered. He felt so relaxed. “Good, why don’t you take me up there,” the boy stood on his toes and whispered into Brody’s ear. His tongue gave Brody’s earlobe a lick. “Yes,” Brody couldn’t think as he turned and led his stalker to the stairs. The party was too noisy and packed for anyone to notice the smaller boy with his hand on Brody’s broad bare shoulders as the frat boy led him upstairs. The more John was touching Brody the harder it was for the muscle jock to think. His cock grew harder as he became more submissive to the smaller boy. Brody’s bedroom was a typical frat jock room. Dirty clothes were piled in a corner and the walls were decorated with posters of half naked women. “Just like I had imagined,” John popped down on Brody’s bed as if he owned the place. Brody just stood in front of the bed. “Lock the door. We don’t want any of your frat brothers walking in on us,” John popped up on his elbows. Without questioning or any thoughts, Brody turned and locked the door. John reached down on the floor and picked up a discorded sweaty white jockstrap from Brody’s workout from earlier in the day. He swirls it by the straps on a finger of his right hand. “Why don’t you take off your clothes? You will feel a lot more comfortable,” John smiled wider. Brody blinked and lifted up his tank top, peeling it over his head. His torso was chisel like a Greek god with big pecs, cobblestone 8 pack and deep chisel v lines heading into his low hanging jeans. He stared straight forward as he kicked off his flip flops and unbuttoned his designer jeans. He let them slide down his muscular, defined legs. He never wears underwear during the fraternity’s parties. It make it easier and quicker to fuck girls during the parties. Brody’s impressive cock was hard, standing straight out of his trimmed crotch. “Not bad,” John didn’t seem that impressed. He threw the jockstrap at Brody, “put it on.” John laughed as he missed and Brody bent over to pick it up. Brody obediently stepped into the jockstrap and pulled it up his long muscular legs, tucking his hard cock into the jock pouch. The white nylan, spandex pouch stretched over the large bulge. “You feel very good and horny when you do as I say, don't you,” John asked. “Yess,” Brody moaned. “From what I heard you received a lot of blow jobs from girls and a frat brother or two, especially from your friend Josh,” John mused. Brody had no idea how the nerd knew Josh had sucked his cock. He knew Josh would never tell anyone. However, Brody really didn’t care. He really didn’t care about anything right now, except listening to the smaller boy before him. “With all the experiences you have at receiving blow jobs, I bet you will be a great cocksucker,” John got off the bed. John unbuttoned his pants and pulled them and his boxers down in one motion. The skinny boy’s hard cock was bigger and longer than Brody’s or any cock that the straight jock had seen. “Get down on your knees and copy the best blow jobs you received. You love sucking dick,” John walked up to the tall jock and reached up to press down on Brody’s huge shoulders. Brody felt his muscular legs give out. He obediently knelt down in front of the skinny nerd. Never taking a cock into his straight alpha mouth before, Brody found himself opening his mouth and wrapping his lips around the thick cock head. He tried to take as much of it down his throat as he could but he began to gag and couch in it. “Ssshh, just relax that tight throat of yours,” John stroked Brody’s dark brown hair. Brody found his throat muscles relaxing as he worked the cock in and out of his mouth. He was soon coating it with saliva and drool as he worked his tongue over it. He was using the different techniques that he experienced in the past to pleasure his new master. John pulled off his black hoodie, revealing his skinny fat body. He had very little muscle tone. He then grabbed Brody’s hair and pulled the tall jock off his cock. “Get on the bed,” John pulled muscular Brody onto his feet. Brody was so hard as he laid back on his bed. His cock was throbbing but was trapped in the tight jockstrap. “You ever get into bondage,” John saddles Brody’s thick, long legs. “No,” Brody answered as he watched John take his tank top and rolled it up. Brody just watched as John grabbed his muscular left arm, pulling it back behind his head. John tied the strong arm to the bed headboard. John then grabbed another shirt from the pile of dirty clothes and tied Brody’s other muscular arm. Brody was unable to free his arms even if he wanted. However, he had no desire to resist in his pretty head. John then moved between the thick, powerful legs. He grabbed Brody’s ankles and lifted them into the air exposing Brody’s tight, smooth hole. John threw the muscle packed legs onto his bonely shoulders as he aimed his cock at the virgin manpussy. “Relax your ass muscles. You're going to feel only pleasure,” John whispered as he pushed against Brody’s tight outer ring. Brody threw his head back and cried out as he was penetrated for the first time. He was in pure ecstasy. John eased out and thrusted back in, pounding away at the larger jock’s ass. The noise of the party downstairs covered Brody's deep moans and the bed slamming against the wall. If anyone did heard they would just assumed that Brody was fucking another co-Ed. “Fffuck. Oh god,” Brody cried out. John kissed Brody’s thick calves as he thrusted hard. Brody’s muscles were covered in sweat as they bulged and flexed under the assault deep inside him. “You can’t cum until I tell you, understand bitch,” John grunted. “Yesss,” tears ran down his handsome masculine face. “When I tell you to cum, you will have the best orgasm of your life. All free will will be drained from that pretty head of yours and you will be my permanent slave. Understand,” John gave a harder, deeper thrust. “Yess, anything, master. Let me cum,” Brody begged. John thrust one last time deep inside Brody, “cum now! Be my slave!”