"Well, I saw you catching some glances at the other guys' dicks before, and I saw how intense you came back there, and I think a gay little twink like you would be perfect to be a houseboy. Let's talk about how that would go…"
James's words made me so horny I thought I might cum in my pants. I went from never having met the president of this Free Sex Anywhere frat to him clocking me as gay to him describing what it meant to be his houseboy, all in one night. I couldn't wait to hear more.
As I followed James up to his room to discuss, he started to describe the situation.
"The last time we had a houseboy was about 2 years ago. He was about your height, a little skinnier, with brown hair and a fat ass. Cute little dick too, it never got in the way, and damn did he love his job," he chuckled.
"And what exactly was his job?"
James closed the door to his room behind him as he explained, "Well, a houseboy is someone who really represents the pinnacle of the FSA ideology. He's just a boy who any brother in the frat can use any time. In general you're expected to be an open hole whenever you're in the house. If you choose to be our houseboy, then regardless of whether you're in the mood or not any brother can call you over to him and tell you to suck him off, or if he gets really horny he can bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you if he wants. You can say no if you really can't handle it that day or you're sick, but overall you're expected to be available any time.
It was really cruel of James to talk about this stuff now when we were both still naked. I had to focus hard to keep my eyes on his face and not his cock, and I'm absolutely certain that he could see my little dick hardening as he spoke.
"Furthermore, the houseboy has an obligation to hold what we call 'office hours,' where he is in his room, naked, ass up and ready for anything, for one hour every weekday and 2 hours on either day of the weekend. You would get to set the hours, and you post it on the 'free use cumdump availability' whiteboard on your door. You could of course end up topping a brother if he wants to get fucked, but then again he'd probably just get it from another brother since all of them can fuck whoever they want too. Does this sound like something you might be interested in?"
I couldn't believe my ears. Not only did I find a place I could have sex without having to kick out my roommate or risk getting caught in public, but I now had a pool of sexual partners I could mess around with whenever I wanted? And I didn't even have to work for it, I'd just have a steady stream of dick to breed me whenever and wherever every single day? It was a dream come true. "Hell yeah I'm interested. Do the brothers really use the houseboy often? I mean, is everybody here gay?" I asked.
"Well, no, not every brother is gay, just a few of them, but we're all very free and open about sexuality as I'm sure you've seen, and we don't really care where we get pussy as long as we're getting pussy. Some guys do use the houseboy, some don't, but of the 25 brothers there are usually 15-20 that partake in it, and there's no judgement either way. It is a frat tradition after all. When we had the last houseboy there was sometimes a line out the door for office hours. Occasionally they'd opt to just watch and jerk off instead, and they would sometimes spit roast him, getting sucked while another guy fucked him. Hey, uh… can you not do that while we're talking?"
I snapped out of my trance and realized I had started slowly stroking my dick while he spoke. I immediately turned beet red in the face and started to apologize. "Oh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't even… I… it's…"
"It's okay, I can tell you're excited. I haven't even gotten to the best part yet. The houseboy gets the biggest room in the house, complete with its own bathroom. The downside is that people can fuck you in it whenever they want, but apparently you seem to think that's an upside. If you're interested, you can move in whenever you want and we can go downstairs and tell the guys the good news. So are you in?"
I took a deep breath and weighed my options. I could be a normal member of this frat and still have pretty much the same benefits, or I could be the official houseboy, complete with the cumdump "office hours" and the biggest bedroom in the frat. I decided to ask one final question. "If I change my mind and don't want to be the houseboy anymore, what happens then?"
"You would just have to move out of the biggest room and you wouldn't have to hold office hours anymore. No changes other than that."
I thought for another moment. This was a big step, and I wasn't sure if I'd be ready for all of this. But I did come to college to branch out, and I could always step down from the role after all. I thought for another second and finally made my decision.
"I'm in.”
P.S. hotter stuff to come guys, sorry this has been such a slow read!