The Boys Next Door: Gay College Boys Story (Frat Boys Book 1)

by Jamie Morgan

  Soren swallowed hard, forcing himself not to touch just yet.

  So tempting!

  “Do I get one of those kisses as well?” Joel tried to be meek, his hands laced together in front of his now bare cock.

  Their kiss had no less passion, but was more like a game. Each time Soren moved in, Joel would retreat a bit before coming back in and pressing hard against Soren's mouth. Joel, brushing his lips across Soren's before Soren would pull back a little, staring into the other man's eyes, then come in again for more.

  Soren moaned after several rounds, pulling away a final time to catch his breath as Joel sucked in a deep breath and let it out on a sigh.

  Soren gave a little breathy yelp, though, when Joel not only kissed him again, but let his hands slip down to cover Soren's hardness, his fingers running along the waistband and teasing the head of Soren's still denim covered cock.

  “I can feel you. I can’t wait to get to taste you,” Joel panted out, his tongue tracing his lips.

  “Soon enough. Why don’t both of you lay down on the bed on your stomachs, side by side so I can tie your feet the same as I have your hands.”

  Once both had complied, Soren spread their legs apart, overlapping the one in the middle, half paying attention to his knots and half staring at their asses, the way they framed their full balls.

  Zach’s ass was bubbled up more than Joel's, but each were fantastic in their own way. Zach’s was also more rock hard, where he knew with Joel’s he would have something to dig his fingers into.

  Oh, the possibilities here.

  “I just want to munch on all that creamy skin. Damn, you guys are something.”

  “Thanks,” Zach looked over his shoulder and smiled.

  “I think I will munch, though, while you two play.”

  He grabbed the lube and condoms they'd set out for him, going first for Zach’s ass. Running his fingers between the other man's tight ass cheeks was sublime.

  Zach tensed.

  Soren teased him with his fingers digging into solid muscle to open him back up so he could spread lube around his puckered hole.

  Zach bucked at Soren's fingers, and he liked the feel of pinning the man's hips to the bed by sitting on him, and taking control of his ass, sliding his wet fingers around the rim, touching, teasing, testing.

  Then Soren moved off Zach. The retreat left him wanting, and lust tingled low in his belly, his cock leaking pre-come from the slit and slicking over the inside of his zipper.

  Next, Soren helped Joel get up on all fours like he wasn’t capable on his own. Soren positioned Joel over Zach’s body, making him straddle his roommate doggy style, but the two not touching each other just yet.

  Joel's dick was long and hard, almost purplish in its need. Soren tore open the foil on a condom and sheathed Joel's hardness in the latex. He poured a dollop of the water-based lube into his palm and then grasped Joel's condom covered cock. He slid his slick hands up Joel's erection, slowly, his fingers gliding over the satin-soft skin over rigid muscle. Joel moved against Soren's hands, alternating between groaning and sucking in breaths.

  Spreading open Zach’s ass cheeks again, he ordered Joel to push his cock in. Watching Joel’s long, hard dick open up Zach’s ass and slide in made Soren's dick throb, his balls ache, and the breath catch in his throat.

  “Fuck him,” he ordered, then prepared to join in. He kissed and bit at Joel’s ass, and the sides of Zach’s as the two men moved together. Just watching them, the sheer power of their bodies, the invasion, he got light-headed. Soren couldn’t get enough of watching Joel’s cock move in and out of Zach’s hole. Beyond words, but animalistic, raw, slow but rough, he knew he could stare all night at the way these men moved together. Magic.

  “Go slow. You’re not to come, Joel.”

  Joel groaned, but did as Soren asked.

  Soren moved on, licking and sucking on two sets of full balls as the men moved slowly. Flipping onto his back, Soren pushed up on Zach’s hips and slid his face under the other man. He took Zach's large erection into his mouth.

  The two men stopped moving except for little, jerky pulses of movements, reactions to the sensations of their bodies as they froze connected together and he sucked hard on Zach’s cock.

  “You better stop if you don’t want me to come,” Zach swore breathlessly and Joel groaned as if he were echoing the sentiment.

  “You're well aware of the torture you are putting my dick through as well, aren’t you? Being squeezed by Zach’s tight ass and not able to move,” Joel growled through a gritted teeth smile.

  “I think you still have too many clothes on,” Zach added. “I’ve been imagining that hot body of yours naked since I met you on the stairs. Please, deny me no longer. I’m begging you.”

  “Because begging is what you know I want.” Soren looked up at Zach's face from his angle between the man's thighs and watched the light flicker over his eyes as he blinked.

  “I do know what you want, and I'm damn well going to make sure you have it.”

  “Stay,” Soren commanded the guys, who were now both up on their knees thanks to his maneuvering, with Joel still buried up to his balls inside Zach.

  Shimmying up between where their hands braced on the wooden headboard, Soren inched out of his clothes in record time.

  “You have enough leeway to move your hands down to the bed and to back up a little,” Soren said, his voice a little breathy with the realization that two sets of eyes were on his naked body at once. “Move side by side, boys, and give me your best.”

  As they separated and moved down the bed to give his some room, he opened his legs in invitation. They crept up carefully, their ropes overlapping, to where both of their faces were side by side between his thighs. Soren wiggled his hips a little in anticipation right before Zach licked his hardness. He then alternated between long, hard licks over his balls, backward to slather over his taint, and then to return to sliding his mouth up Soren's cock, pushing his tongue into the slit, teasing his opening.

  Soren groaned and started to pant at the mixed bag of stimulation from the two men's mouths.

  Joel, who had been just kissing and biting at his hip and his outer thigh, suddenly turned onto his back, his ropes twisting and tightening over Soren stomach. He used his hands to push Soren's ass up until he could slip under him, making one rope pull even tighter against his middle, binding him to the man.

  He reached up precariously through arms and ropes, grabbing the wooden headboard now himself for leverage.

  Zach moved up a touch, his hands bracing Soren on either side of his hips, but never stopped licking him. His legs fell open more as Joel started to literally kiss his ass with Soren sitting on his face.

  His hips moved of their own accord when Joel started rimming his hole, his tongue plunging deep to tease and torment the sensitive nerves inside.

  This was at the same time that Zach started to rapidly tongue fuck his slit. Their ropes scraped across different parts of him as they found a rhythm, one that soon had Soren letting out a stifled scream as his orgasm rocked through him. A surge of warmth rushed up from his spine, his stomach muscles clamping down, hips thrusting in little jerks as jets of white semen pumped from his dick into Zach's mouth and over his face, over and over again until Soren swore he could do no more.

  When he had settled down, his hips had stopped the involuntary movements, his cock only leaking small dribbles of remaining come, Joel moved, scooting to the side and dropping back onto the mattress as tiny pulses of pleasure continued to shoot through Soren's dick.

  Soren scooted down until he could again grab the lube and coated it over Joel’s dick, daring to grasp him harder this time. He watched the man's hips rock as he pumped his hand over the velvet sheathed steel rod. Joel's eyes rolled back in his head until Soren could see the whites of them.

  Soren got hard again, though he didn't think that was even possible after coming so hard only moments ago. He had the sudden need to be covered
by them, by both of them, their arms holding him until he could barely breath.

  “I want… I want…”

  “What Soren, just say it. Anything. You have us both hard as rocks, ready, willing to do whatever you tell us to, whatever your heart desires of us.”

  “I want to untie you.”

  “Good, because I want to touch you, hold you,” Joel added, looking like a subdued animal with his hands twisted and bound above his head.

  Soren got to work, letting them loose. His choice. The power play this time had just been foreplay, and he needed to get to know them better, on a more intimate level so that hopefully in the times to come, he could let loose, more and more each time, until he had truly explored some of the fantasies that kept him awake some nights, aching with an unquenchable need.

  As the last rope, untied, slipped through his fingers to the floor, he looked at the bed where Joel reclined on his back, erection pointing toward the ceiling, and Zach was up on his knees, his arms out in invitation.

  “Come, Soren. Have you ever been the receiver?”

  “Yes.”

  “May I place you on Joel, then? It’s a fantasy of mine.”

  “Of course.”

  Soren climbed up onto the bed, a little unsure of where Zach wanted him.

  On his knees, Zach gripped his hips and turned Soren so he faced him, his backside to Joel.

  “Trust us.”

  Soren heard the unmistakable sound of another foil package being torn open behind him and knew Joel was putting on a fresh condom.

  Seconds later, Zach grasped Soren's shoulders, pushing him to fall backward over Joel whose hands came up to cup Soren's hips beside his roommate's.

  “I got him, Zach.”

  “Obviously something you two have discussed before?”

  “Yes, babe,” Zach said, leaving Soren leaning into Joel’s hands, his body from the knees up suspended in the air.

  Zach grabbed Soren's hips, lifting him, positioning his ass to just sit down over Joel’s erection.

  “Tell me if at any time this isn’t working, if you need to stop,” Zack panted out. “Joel, you well lubed?”

  “I'm ready,” Joel growled from behind him, his mouth coming up to taste the back of Soren's neck.

  Zach grabbed a condom and rolled it down over his hardness.

  Soren gave Zach a slight nod, and closed his eyes as he felt the pressure of the head of Joel’s cock at his puckered hole.

  “Relax,” Joel cooed.

  He did, and the head of the other man's cock slipped inside him, breaching the tight muscle. There was a slight burn that felt so good, so exciting. He ached for Joel to fill him to full quickly, but they had a way to go yet and he knew rushing this, pushing him or one of the others into orgasm so fast would be a waste.

  Little by little, inch by inch, Zach lowered him onto Joel’s cock, Joel’s hands strong and steady on his hips, still supporting his weight, until the last inch of Joel's hardness slipped inside Soren's tight hole.

  He felt so stretched, the pain mingling with the pleasure making him want to move his hips.

  Joel let his hands slip around Soren, hugging his back to Joel's sweat-slicked chest.

  He could feel the man's tiny, hard nipples rubbing on his back as the Joel started to moved within his ass, back and forth, slowly lubing Soren's hole with his slick dick.

  Soren opened his eyes to find Zach smiling down on them.

  “Breathtaking.” He crawled like a lion over them, letting his hard, latex covered cock fall between Soren's thighs to press against Joel's cock.

  Zack pressed himself inside Soren beside Joel, their cocks both penetrating him now as he breathed through the pain of the added width. Again, they had to move slowly as Soren's body adjusted to being so stretched and filled.

  This way, the power of the three of them together was a turn on, too. It was Soren's body setting the pace when he could tell by their strained muscles that they were both holding back from taking him hard and fast.

  His body shook, and he finally gave into the arousal, the absolute pinnacle of pleasure. He moved his hips, pushing down onto both of the cocks that filled him. Faster now, letting them catch up to him, find his pace, one he kept setting faster in search of the pleasure just evading him now.

  But then it hit. His brain shut down. The three of them were a moving, trembling mass of ecstasy. Muscles contracting. Men grunting. All three giving out little cries as they came together, a trio of spasms and two loads of white-hot come filling Soren's ass, one right after the other, his own cock jetting thick white ropes of semen over his belly, until they all lay spent, Soren wrapped up in between them.

  “I can’t wait to see what you come up with next, babe,” Joel growled.

  “I’m just so thankful I was on the stairs at the right time to help you into our lives,” Zach whispered into Soren's ear, his teeth edging along the lobe as Soren began to drift off, feeling completely comfortable being cradled by the strong arms and tight thighs of his new friends. He smiled, feeling no judgment for his unique interests, just simple acceptance.

  Turn the page for a taste from Hazing, Book Two in the Frat Boys series...

  A Taste of Hazing

  The U of C campus is a veritable smorgasbord...

  Colton Williams, his best friend, Jesse, and their frat house pal, Tiberius (Tibby), currently form the Delta Lambda Phi chapter on the University of California campus.

  When Tibby's childhood friend, Thomas Tucker, shows up on campus, he fast becomes the new recruit of interest for the frat house boys.

  Tibby will take a special pleasure in hazing in his long time buddy with the house's special brand of initiation.

  Is Thomas up for his three on one intro to Delta Lambda Phi, and can Tibby convince him to permanently join the boys club?

  Chapter One

  Colton

  “Anyone want another?”

  “I’ll take one,” a gruff voice called from the other side of the silver Chevy.

  “Careful, Jesse. You’re our designated driver,” Colton Williams teased as he glanced over at his best friend from high school. They’d been through thick and thin together. When they’d met Tiberius (Tibby) Augustus in their first year of college, the trio had formed a boy’s club of sorts, their own personal, but oh-so-private, frat house, for lack of a better explanation, and the three had been buddies ever since.

  “Hey. We have a little time until we need to get back to the house, you know,” Jesse Arnaud chortled as he climbed out of a lounge chair perched on the front lawn of the older style house where a party was in full swing. He sauntered toward the back of the truck, a grin plastered on his face.

  Grabbing a cold one from the cooler in the bed of the truck, he glanced at a passing group of giggling women in tiny, tight shorts and sighed. “I love this. Perfect weather. Hot looking babes. Great friends and beer. What could be better?”

  “Getting laid,” Tibby piped up, flashing a grin.

  “Hell yeah. Who knew a frat party could be such a proverbial smorgasbord? Whew, I could eat me some hot ass right about now!” Jesse’s booming voice drew more than just one partygoer’s gaze.

  Colton shook his head as he watched a long-legged blonde turn and give Jesse the side-eye. “You’re incorrigible, Jesse.”

  “I know, I know! Jesse yelled, the baritone sound floating above the beat of the pop music pumping from the huge speakers of the Alpha Delta Phi house stereo. "But the excitement gets to me and I just can’t help myself! Whoop" The man nearly doubled over, clutching his tight abdomen in a deep belly laugh at his own antics. Ever the jokester, they were all used to Jesse making a bit of a spectacle of himself any time he had a chance. It was all part of what made Jesse...well, Jesse. They all loved the man despite his comical attitude about everything. Oftentimes, he was the life of the party. Hell, Jesse was the party.

  As Colton turned to watch the continuing parade of partygoers, he sucked back a swig of his beer and sigh
ed. U of C was indeed their favorite playground. You could find anything and everything you wanted, sexually, on or off campus, all day and night long. And damn if he didn’t plan on it more than it actually happened. With another deep sigh, he forced himself to lighten up and enjoy the scene around him. Life could definitely be worse and he truly did have it good to be here with his buddies, after all. “You guys ready to party hard tonight?”

  “You bet,” Tibby said casually as he walked toward Colton. Cocking his head, he studied Thomas Tucker for a minute before he leaned over so that only Colton could hear him. “You mind if Thomas tags along?”

  “I figured you’d ask that. He mean something to you?”

  Snagging another beer from the cooler, Colton eyed the new guy. He was less than thrilled they had a tag along, but Tibby had insisted Thomas would be a perfect addition to the group. Snorting, he twisted off the cap of the beer bottle and tossed the small aluminum disk into the back of the pickup. He climbed down from the tailgate of the truck and studied Thomas’ tense frame. Good looking in his own right, the guy had the rock hard body of a runner, complete with long legs and six-pack abs, and it suited his shaggy, long blond hair perfectly.

  “He’s a lifelong friend, since childhood, in fact, and I care about him. Not sure what you’re getting at,” Tibby said in a near whisper.

  “Not getting at anything, except suddenly you bring him into the mix.” Colton watched the way Thomas darted his gaze around the wild group of hot young frat guys milling about and could see the pinkish tell crawling up the man's neck indicating he was blushing.

  Interesting.

  “I think he’ll make a perfect fourth. You know, like the four musketeers?”