Erotic Fiction: Blackmailed by a frat guy, part 1

By Stuart James Sharp

It was my first-ever frat party, and to be quite honest, I didn’t know what to expect.

I showed up to Kappa Sigma Epsilon at 11PM and found a rather happening party. The place had a bar with a few tanktop-clad bros dishing out concoctions of cheap liquor while the self-service beer kegs sat on the other side of the room. A DJ bumped some electronic sexy-time beats and a couple drunk sorority whores were already getting a little too down. It was just a little too obvious these girls wanted to get fucked.

Erotic Fiction: Blackmailed by a frat guy, part 1

Not that I didn’t either – though the frat guys might be dumb as hell, they were sure looking good. I think it’s a frat guy thing that they all have to work out together or play basketball together or something guyish that develops toned muscles. And then they have to wear tanktops to show their newly-earned physique. I myself was dressed in a modest t-shirt and jeans – certainly a skinnier guy than most but plenty attractive in my own way.

The first couple hours of the party weren’t particularly exciting, so let’s pretend to “fast-forward.” I drank a vodka drink, I explored the house, I drank a tequila drank, I met some random other freshmen girls, I drank a rum drunk, I danced with those girls, I drank a beer, those girls left but fuck it I still wanted to dance!

And then I met Evan. At least I think that’s his name. For all I know he was a lying sack of shit from the start. He caught me jumping around raucously to some banging remix of a song and jumped along with me. When there was a lull in the music – “How’s it goin’, bro?”

To be honest, I was surprised he was talking to me. I mean, I am not a “bro” by any means. I’m not like flaming gay either or anything, I’m just like, I don’t know… a dude. But this guy… Evan… he was wearing his frat tanktop and some khaki shorts that were sagging a little low so that when he jumped up and down, I caught a glimpse of his toned abs and American Eagle boxer briefs. Fuck me.

“Good, you?” I replied.

He offered his hand. “Good, man, good. I’m Evan.”

I accepted his hand in a bro-shake. “Stuart.”

“Yo you want another drink?” He asked. I didn’t really need one, but I wasn’t going to say no. I headed toward the bar, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me the opposite direction. “I got some better shit upstairs. I live in the house.”

*He lived in the house. Fuuuuuck me.* I could see it now… he’d take me up to his room, offer me a shot of Patron, then tell me he was a closet homosexual and wanted to make love to me and have a secret relationship that would turn into a real relationship. That was the fantasy. I was expecting nothing. But perhaps I should’ve been expecting quite a bit.

Evan ushered me into his room and locked the door behind him. Weird. Why’d he lock it? He reached into a drawer and pulled out a bottle of Greygoose. “What year are you?” he asked.


“Right on. I’m a senior.” He passed me a shot, and we downed them together. He made the cutest pained expression after taking the shot. Then – “What kind of stuff you get into?”

“Uh… I do a little bit of theatre, some art stuff…” I replied.

“That’s not what I mean.” Evan’s face turned gravely serious. “You know what I mean. What do you get into?”

Holy shit. Holy shit. No fucking way this was happening. “Like…”

“Okay, look,” Evan said. “I don’t have time to tiptoe around. I saw the way you’ve been looking at the guys at this party. Now do you want to suck my cock or don’t you?”

Silence. My eyes involuntarily dropped to his crotch. The khaki shorts. Hiding the American Eagle boxer briefs. Hiding some senior college-guy fraternity cock. He was a pretty tall guy, very cute yet sexy… “Um… I…”

“Get on your knees, freshman.”

I didn’t know what to do – I obeyed his command and dropped onto the floor. He stepped up in front of me. His crotch was a foot away.

“Have you sucked dick before?” he asked. I nodded. “Good.” Then he unbuckled his belt, slipped off his pants, and revealed white American Eagle boxer briefs and an impressive bulge. He gave his junk a little tug. “You want this?”

I looked up at him silently. Still sort of shocked.


“Yes!” I blurted. “I want your cock.”

Evan hooked his thumbs in his waistband and threw them down around his ankles. Out popped a soft cock. A soft, 6-inch and thick cock. This dude was hung. He must’ve seen my eyes go wide because he laughed. “Yeah you want it all right. Okay, start sucking, faggot.”

I reached a hand up to his cock, but he slapped it away. “I said SUCK not TOUCH.”

“Sorry…” I muttered and reached up with my open mouth. I wrapped my lips around his thick cock and started sucking. Immediately I salivated and drooled all over, some saliva escaping my lips and falling to the floor. His cock hardened in my mouth, growing bigger… longer…

And then he was at full-mast. I popped his cock out of my mouth to take a look. Holy fuck. “Jesus… big dick, man,” I complimented.

“Yeah you like sucking big dicks like that?”

I looked up and realized he was holding an iPhone and pointing it down at me. “Are you taking a photo?”

“Nah. A video.”

I quickly stood up. “What the fuck, dude?”

“Get back on your knees now. NOW.”

“No way… turn that off and delete it.”

“If you don’t do as I say, I will put this all over the Internet, bitch. Now I don’t want to do that, so let’s just agree to get along, okay?” Evan grabbed my shoulder – hard – and shoved me back to the ground. My knees buckled below me. Shit this dude was strong. He kept the camera phone aimed at my face. “Now SUCK, faggot.”

Well shit, I thought. I don’t really have a choice… may as well enjoy it. I slurped up and down Evan’s big long rod and before long he started uttering some moans. They were fucking sexy and guyish. I noticed his legs tremble a couple times and knowing he was feeling good just egged me on. I started getting really into it, sucking all the way up and down fast.

“Fuck yeah, suck my big fuckin’ cock, bro!” he yelled and started pumping in and out. “Fuuuuck that feels good, dude, you like that?”

I popped his cock out of my mouth. “Fuck yeah you’ve got such a nice cock.” Then, Evan grabbed his dick and started jerking it.

“Open up, I’m gonna cum,” he commanded. One hand jerked his cock while the other focused the camera phone on my face. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. “Fuck… oh fuck… oh fuuuuuckk…”

Evan spurted once on my tongue, then let out a HUGE spurt that arced over my face and onto my hair, followed by a third huge spurt that drenched my face and made me close my eye. And then a fourth. And a fifth. “Fuck yeah, take that cum, bitch!” A sixth… a seventh… my face was covered in shot after shot of warm cum. It dripped down off my chin and onto my chest. I tasted it’s salty sweetness in my mouth.

When he was done, he shoved his cock in my mouth and made me suck it. “That’s a good guy. Damn you look hot like that all covered my cum.”

I wiped off my eyes and then opened them. He was still filming. Well fuck. If he didn’t have incriminating evidence on me before, he now had the world’s most cum-covered facial video starring me. Finally, he stopped filming.

“Good job, bro.” He pulled up his underwear, then his pants. “Uh… get cleaned up and show yourself out. Tissues on the table.”

He opened the door and was about to leave when he added, “Obviously, you tell a soul and this video gets leaked. Also, leave your phone number on my desk. I will be texting you. If ever I want to do this again, you come right away or I leak the video. Not that you wouldn’t come, right? I mean, let’s be honest… I’m a good looking guy with a big fucking cock. You should feel lucky I chose you.” He snapped the door shut.

And there I was, still on my knees covered in the frat guy’s warm cum. Blackmailed. But to be honest… this might be kind of exciting… as much of a fucking douchebag this guy seemed to be… I would suck his cock again any day.

I locked the door after he left and let some of his warm guy cum drip into my mouth. Damn this was hot… I also had a raging erection from pretty much the moment I got on my knees. Without further ado, I dropped my own pants and underwear, flopped onto Evan’s bed, wiped as much of his cum off myself with my hand as I could (and I could get a fair amount – the dude came buckets) and slathered it on my own hard cock.

I stroked my 7″ cock up and down, lubricating it with Evan’s cum. I trembled just thinking about what had happened… countless ropes of cum arching all over my face as he filmed me with a smug grin. Used me. Fuck… I stroked faster and faster, imagining that smug fucking face. Imagining that strong hand that shoved me back to the ground. Imagining that big thick cock shoved deep in my throat. He was right – I would do it again in a heartbeat.

Just then the door clicked unlocked and swung open. It was Evan again. I stopped, hand around my lubed up cock, and froze.

Evan gave me the biggest, cockiest smirk I’d ever seen. “I fucking thought so.” He slammed the door shut leaving me alone again.

Read part two here

5 responses to “Erotic Fiction: Blackmailed by a frat guy, part 1”

  1. Property Marbella says:

    It can be one memorable sex experience for him. I know he also want that because if not he won’t allow that to happen. Those frat boys are very naughty.

  2. Fredestairs says:

    WOW. Hot stuff. Wish that had happened to me when I was younger.

  3. Slot says:

    This happened to me once… except there were two of them… and no video.

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