The Toga Party Chapter 2 (Patreon)

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

Eyes widening, I take a step back. “I’m sorry. You want him to do what?”

Declan smirks like this is all a joke, and part of me is hoping it is. “I said what I said.” He turns to look at Carlos. “You heard me, pledge. Kiss the tip of Freddy’s dick.” 

“Uh, that’s really gay,” Carlos says, looking nervous for the first time tonight. 

Declan scowls. “So what? It’s 2026—there’s nothing wrong with being gay. Are you a homophobe or something? Cause we don’t let homophobes into Kappa.”

Great. A progressive frat president is hazing us. 

“N-no, I’m not homophobic at all.” Carlos shakes his head. “In fact, I love dick. Can’t get enough of it.”

Liar. I glare at Carlos, who seems determined to prove he’s not prejudiced. He sinks to his knees in front of me and leans in close. I can feel his breath on my bare cock, and even though the music is still booming, it’s as if the entire house has gone quiet to watch what’s about to happen. 

Carlos puckers his lips and kisses the tip of my cock, causing my breath to hitch. It’s the first time someone other than me has ever touched me there, and even though the contact of his soft lips against my crown is brief—it’s fucking glorious. 

“That was lame, pledge,” Declan says, bringing me back to reality. “Try sucking it a little.” 

Carlos doesn’t protest. He just looks up at me and, without breaking eye contact, takes the tip into his mouth. Wet warmth engulfs my crown as he sucks on it, his tongue rolling around the sensitive glans. My cock thickens until it’s fully hard in his mouth, and a groan slips from me. He sucks hard one last time before flicking his tongue against my slit, teasing it and then gets up. 

Carlos wipes his mouth, but there’s a grin on his face. “That wasn’t so bad.”

The crowd roars with approval as people cheer and applaud. Declan slaps Carlos on the back jovially. “Now that’s what I’m talking about, pledge. Good shit! Good shit!” He drags Carlos over to a group of seniors who all start talking to them. 

Jamie closes the distance between us and shoots me a grin, gesturing at my throbbing cock. “Looks like you enjoyed that.” 

I duck my head. “Yeah, I guess that felt good.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “You a virgin, pledge?”

Heat warms my cheeks again, and I wonder if this is going to be a thing tonight. “Um, yeah.”

Jamie steps even closer and grabs my cock, causing me to gasp. His hand is warm and firm against my dick as he strokes it lazily. “No kidding. See that guy?” He points to a guy in the corner of the room with blond hair and a tattoo of the sun over his left pec. “That’s Sawyer. He lost his virginity at this party last year. Maybe that can be you tonight.”

“Uh, maybe,” I say. “Carlos mentioned that his mentor lost his virginity at this party a couple of years ago too.”

Jamie grins. “He sure did—to me.”

My jaw drops for what feels like the millionth time tonight. “Wait… Declan had sex with you?”

“Yup, he fucked me nice and good. And then I got to do the same thing to him. Now come on, let’s get some beer in you.” 

I follow him—quickly wrapping the sheets around me so that I’m not completely naked—to the kitchen where the drinks are, and he hands me a red cup. This entire night feels like a mix between a fever dream and a wet dream, though I’m not sure which one I’m leaning towards more. 

If you had told me a few hours ago that dozens of strangers would see me completely naked while getting my dick sucked, I wouldn’t have come here at all. But then again, just the idea of getting my dick sucked might have been enough to get me here. I can still feel the way Carlos’s soft lips felt around my tip, sucking and licking at it like it was a lollipop. 

I wander out of the kitchen after Jamie gets distracted by some girls flirting with him and make my way across the makeshift dance floor, trying not to bump into people. But it’s impossible to avoid the grinding bodies and end up face to face with a fellow pledge who looks unfairly confident. 

“Hey, Ryder! I’m glad to see you here.” 

The young man nods and jerks his head to a couch with some empty seats. “It’s good to see you too!” he says once we claim our seats. “Though I saw a lot more of you than I expected to tonight.” 

“Yeah, I didn’t really have much of a choice, unfortunately.” 

“Unfortunately? That was hot as fuck.” Ryder smiles, his big brown eyes matching his hair. He’s a good looking guy with lean muscles and sun-kissed skin. “But I bet it sucked not being able to finish.” 

I look down at my now ruined toga to where you can still see the semi I’m sporting and shrug. “I’ll just have to rub one out later tonight, I guess.” 

Ryder leans in with a twinkle in his eye. “Want me to take care of it? I don’t mind.” 

I look at him carefully, and it’s obvious that he’s serious about his offer. Is everyone gay in this fraternity? 

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea. It’s one thing for me to do something like that cause the brothers are making me, but it’s another just to do it for the hell of it in front of all these people.” 

Ryder snorts and gestures out into the crowd. “Look around, dude. Those two guys in the corner are making out while dry humping each other with their dicks out. That guy over there has been getting a handjob from the chick next to him every couple of minutes—she stops every time he’s about to come. And those two girls have been fingering each other pretty much since they got here. No one cares if you get a little freaky tonight.” 

He’s right. Everywhere I look, people are doing things that normally would be out of the question or wouldn’t even be possible with normal clothes. But with everyone’s twigs and berries and melons practically hanging out, it’s a free for all. 

It’s still not enough to convince me, though, and I’m about to pass on his offer when his hand gropes my cock under the sheets, bringing it back to life in seconds. And instead of telling him no, I find myself nodding, giving him permission to make me come in front of God knows how many strangers.