Pledges: Gay Erotic Stories by Shane Allison Page B

moment later, Michael roared like the healthy young animal he was, his ass spasming so tightly that I couldn’t even pull back enough to thrust. But I was too close for that to matter. His ass muscles clenched me like a gagging throat. My balls clenched, I grabbed his hot, red hips and I shot into him until my dick was swimming in cum inside that rubber.
When I caught my breath, Michael was limp over the back of the chair. He was so still that at first I thought he’d gone to sleep. His breathing was too erratic, though, and he was still clamped down tight around me. With a dick the size of mine, that happens from time to time with boys who have really tight assholes. I waited until I was almost soft, then slowly worked my way out, shivering as his firm, strong ass muscles squeezed my sensitized shaft.
When my cock had shrunk enough to fit, I tucked it back into my jeans. Then I took Michael by the shoulder and pulled him upright and into my arms.
“You learned your lesson, boy?” I smiled, pressing his head to my chest as I reached around and squeezed his hot buttocks.
“OW! Yes, Sir!” he gasped, lurching against me.
Michael shuddered as the pain traveled through his ass, then he tilted his head back and grinned awkwardly at me through his tear-stained face. “I never realized a strapping would hurt that much, Sir! My butt’s really sore!” He hissed as he moved his own hand back and carefully ran it over his backside. “My ass even feels hot!”
He sighed and hugged me again, rubbing his cock contentedly against my thigh.
“That was really hot, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” He nuzzled against me one more time. “Man, do you know how to fuck!”
He jumped, yelping as I smacked him soundly once more. “You’ve got a mighty nice ass yourself, boy. Now go to bed.”
I was laughing by then. Michael grinned back sheepishly as he gathered up his clothes. He didn’t even fuss when I made him walk naked past his brothers and their friends and into his room. Hell, I knew there’d be a line at his door wanting to look at his ass as soon as I went to bed.
It’s always that way with a house full of frat boys. Brothers help each other when their butts are sore or their hard dicks need attention. After all, taking care of each other is what family is all about.

trick or treat, smeLL my Feet
t. hitman

    The big house had been transformed. Strings of orange lights wound around columns, dripped down from the windows. The paper decorations of bats, skeletons, Franken-dudes, and mummies turned back the clock. Lincoln no longer felt twenty but much younger.
    Then a sharp crack against the bare flesh of his ass, delivered by the unforgiving wooden paddle he’d grown intimate with in recent days, shattered the illusion. He was very much an adult again and being put through the motions. This wasn’t a Halloween party held in the old grange hall in Northumberland but the hostile male landscape of Alpha Epsilon. The hand on that paddle drew back, warning that it would happily strike again.
    “Move your ass, shithead,” barked Connor Monroe, flashing a look that would have worked as well on the football field as in the bedroom, game face and come face identical.
    “Yes, Sir,” Lincoln answered, shuffling forward, his body a walking road sign of sexual insults spelled out in Magic Marker. Cock breath
I love dudes
Spank my sweet ass
One of the pledges had gotten it worse and was walking
    around with a pair of Connor’s dirty socks in his mouth. Or better. The thought taunted Lincoln. He quickly pushed it aside. Pondering how badly he wanted the funky, sweaty toes of Connor’s socks in his face threatened to make his dick stiffen in the paltry cover of his jockstrap, Lincoln’s only stitch of clothing other than his sneakers. Upperclassmen walked around, business as usual, while the under were forced to suffer humiliation with their business all but hanging out.
    He and the sock-sucker moved sofas as per Connor’s precise