When I started college, I didn’t think I would be the type to join a frat. I was a skinny little 18 year old from Missouri, and going to school in the northeast was as much branching out as I wanted to do. With my short blond hair, decent abs and a nice ass but hardly any muscle anywhere else, you might even call me a twink, so I wasn’t the type to be overflowing with confidence. But nonetheless, my high school best friend Max who followed me to college convinced me to go to a meeting at Phi Sigma Alpha.
“Come on Ben, it’s just a meeting, and I’ve heard good things! They aren’t that hard to get into, and there are lots of benefits of being in it!”
“I don’t know, Max, it’s just scary, I mean we already have our dorm, why do we need to join a frat?” “I don’t really know, that’s why we have to go to the meeting!”
“Fine!”
When we showed up, a bunch of folding chairs had been arranged in the large living room of Phi Sigma Alpha, which for some reason they referred to as FSA in shorthand. The president introduced himself and started to tell the 20-30 pledges about the frat’s policies and what it means to be in FSA, and then he went through the entry requirements.
“Alright, now who here had a GPA in high school of at least 3.7?” Only about 20 hands raised. “Anyone without their hand raised may leave. Thank you for your time, but you aren’t Phi sigma Alpha material.”
Once the rejected young men had left, the president continued on. “Who here can run a mile in less than 6 and a half minutes?” Only about 12 hands stayed in the air. “Again, the rest of you may leave. And lastly, who here is not a virgin?”
The crowd murmured, and everyone looked around as if to say are we really doing this? I shot a concerned look at Max, but he just shrugged and raised his hand. I knew he had had some luck with his high school girlfriend, so it was no surprise to me, but seeing many others raising their hands was a surprise for sure.
“Sexual competence and social confidence are both very important to this fraternity’s reputation, and if you aren’t prepared to carry that mantle then you are not welcome here.” Halfway through his explanation, I raised my hand. You see, I had always known I was gay. It never really occurred to me that I wouldn’t be, but I had had a harder time finding anyone else who also was, and even harder time finding one hot enough to fool around with. Luckily, I had gotten the courage to talk to a fruity but sexy senior when I was a junior, and one thing led to another and I ended up sucking him off in his car in the middle of the night. Oral sex has sex in the name, so as long as we didn’t have to do too much explaining, I was in the clear.
A few guys left the room without saying a word or making eye contact, as if to leave it up to interpretation if they were virgins or just uncomfortable with the situation. That left only seven pledges in the room, with a lot of empty chairs. “Come on up, boys. Fill in these front chairs and let’s get comfortable.” The president said warmly, as if to break the tension. “So here’s the deal. Here at FSA, we have a few long-standing policies and traditions. You’ll learn more about the fun traditions and exciting perks later, but let’s start with our policies. First, you must maintain a GPA of at least 3.5. Next, you must stay physically fit, which has no set definition since it looks different for everyone, but does not mean it isn’t important to your participation in this group. And lastly…"
As the president paused with striking suspense, frat boy after frat boy poured into the living room, each one completely naked except for a backwards baseball cap with the frat’s seal on it. I felt my cheeks turn a dark crimson, and I shot a bewildered look at my best friend’s equally cherry-red face. He just widened his eyes as if to say he had no clue either. “Free. Sex. Anywhere." He paused, letting the ramifications of his ridiculous words sink in. "For decades, FSA has stood not only for Phi Sigma Alpha, but also for Free Sex Anywhere. Any person you want to have sex with, you can do it anywhere in this house, any time, as loud as you want and as much as you want. You can be as naked as you want or as clothed as you want…”
I didn’t think I could get any more embarrassed, but as he spoke, my shock turned almost to horniness. I had been worried about the difficulties of having sex in a college dorm, and this would solve that…
“You can fuck on the couch, you can fuck in the kitchen, you can fuck in your room, you can fuck in someone else’s room. You can fuck on the stairs, you can fuck in the basement, you can even fuck in the back porch. You can walk around naked whenever you want, and you can bring people over to have them be as naked as you want them to be. The only rules are that you can’t let anyone outside see you, you obviously can’t do anything without the other person’s consent, and if you know or suspect you have any kind of STI, you have to get tested and treated.”
As I looked around the room, I couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of the beautiful soft cocks on the chiseled, jock-ish upperclassmen frat boys. Some were more jacked than others, some were even downright twinkish, but most were a delicious twunk-y in between. I was in heaven.
“We have another policy that is more recent, but just as important. You will not discriminate, hate, or treat anyone differently for their race, cultural origin, sexual orientation, or any other unchangeable trait. We don’t care if you bring girls, guys, or nonbinary folks here, we truly believe in free sex anywhere. If you’re into guys, even better, since we always love having a houseboy on hand. That role comes with a few other interesting perks and responsibilities, and if you're interested just let me know.”
I could not believe what I was hearing. I felt like getting naked and arching my back right there, just letting them run a train on me. Their thick cocks and big balls slamming into me one after another, flooding my insides with warm cum… I was daydreaming and didn’t even care. This was what college was supposed to be. I knew right then that I would do anything to join this frat, and I might even inquire about that role of houseboy. All I knew was that I was horny as fuck and that Phi Sigma Alpha was going to be a lot of fun.