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Fraternity House Circle Jerk

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Fraternity House Circle Jerk by Dodd (Doddman2@yahoo.com)I've read that 90% of guys jack-off. I think that statistic is wrong. Based on the three years I spent living in my fraternity house, I'd put that number at closer to 115%. Even if the rest of the world is 90%, the horn-dogs at my house made up for the other 25!Nearly five years ago, I stayed on at the fraternity house during the summer between my sophomore and junior years so I could attend summer classes at my college. The story I'm about to share with you is just one of about a zillion I can recall with guys (and even a girl or two!) getting their nuts off. The fraternity house in the summer bore little resemblance to the fraternity house during the school year. When classes were in session, the old Georgian-style mansion could barely contain the nearly fifty guys that stuffed themselves, their raging libidos, their beer, their bongs, and their books (in that order) into the once gracious rooms. When last final exam of Spring term was over, my brothers poured out of that house like clowns out of a clown-car and headed out for summer jobs, internships, European vacations, or bumming at home.I was one of the few guys that stuck around for summer session classes. With the bulk of the brotherhood gone, the house seemed to breathe an audible sigh of relief. The creak of the floor-boards could be heard now that stereos and TVs weren't blaring at all hours. Normally crammed four or six to a room, we remaining bros spread out and got our own room or, at most, shared with one other guy. I took the room at the top of the stairs. I liked it because it had a kick-ass fireplace and mantel . . . one of the cool details that hadn't been ripped out or modified in the years since the house had ceased being an elite address and started being a dorm for horny undergrads.Tom G took a room across the hall, with windows that faced the front of the house and permitted access to the flat roof on the porch that ran the whole length of the symmetrical façade. "Gravey" and I normally shared the room with 3 other guys during the year, but with all that empty space, we decided not to crowd each other. Truth be told, the guy was starting to get on my nerves. I mean, I like action as much as the next guy, but Gravey's constant pursuit of pussy was starting to affect my life. I came back to the room once to find that he'd just finished banging the girl-of-the-week. That, in and of itself, was typical no big deal. Kudos for him, right? Except that asshole banged her while seated on my band new, fully adjustable, highly ergonomic, start of the art task chair. In the process of gettin' his freak on, he managed to break something somewhere so that my chair was permanently set in full recline.Looking back over the four years that have passed since, I think I was jealous of Gravey's success with women. The guy was fuckin' sexy. I can say that and I'm no fag. A guy can tell when another guy's got what the ladies want and Gravey had it in gobs.I worked out hard, but never seemed to be able to gain much muscle mass. Gravey, on the other hand, drank like a fish, toked like a chimney, and never lifted a weight in the four years we spent together, but he was naturally buff. He had a broad, defined chest, strong pecs, and a tight bubble butt. Hell, even I admired his body when we were in the showers. And there was a reason the guys would occasionally call him "beer can" . . . and it didn't have a damn thing to do with his drinking. That nickname started one night that summer.Someone had picked up a few pornos from the local video shop and five of us were kicked back with some brews in one of the rooms watching this big-tittied latino girl take one from both ends. It was pretty hot. I was sportin' some major wood. I heard my bro Chad chuckle and say, in that wise-ass, sarcastic way he had of saying everything, "Going camping, Gravey?" I glanced over and immediately saw what he was talking about. Gravey didn't get it right away, though. "Huh?" "Well," wise-ass Chad continued, "I figured from the size of that tent you're pitching, you must be ready for some serious camping."Mandatory accusations of "Fag!" and denials of "No! You are!" ensued. But, Chad was right. Gravey had on some loose fitting sweat pants and sitting there leaned back in the couch with his legs spread, he was pitchin' one big-ass tent.Gravey knew better than to be embarrassed. "Chad, you faggot, you're just jealous 'cuz my dick makes your dick look like a clit." He grabbed his bulge through his sweats and gave it a firm shake for emphasis - never once removing his eyes from the pink pussy getting slammed on the screen in front of him. Chad didn't back down. "Dude. Believe me, my cock is plenty bigger than yours and I've gotten no complaints. I'm a grower, not a shower." All Gravey said was "five bucks" and the bets were on. If there was any other type of action the guys in this rooms liked, it was gambling, so with moaning and groaning still coming from the screen, the guys weighed in with their money and thoughts as to who was better hung. Jesse and Mike, both just finishing their freshman year, fished out five bucks. Then Jesse, who had always been pretty ballsy, decided to up the ante. "What makes you think someone else in this room doesn't have the biggest dick?""What. You think you've got it over me pipsqueak?" Chad laughed. It did seem unlikely. Christian was a good looking kid with an ironic name. (Let's just say his behavior wasn't always Christian in nature.) He had jet black hair and piercing blue eyes. (I learned later they could actually be a little unnerving if you kept eye-contact with him for any length of time.) He had a slim, muscular swimmer's build. In fact, he had been on the swimming team in high school. But, he was also stood a good head shorter than Chad and at least 6 inches shorter than Gravey, both of whom seemed bulkier. If he was better hung, it'd be pretty funny."Five bucks each in the pot. The guy with the biggest tool take the pool," Chad said, proud of his spontaneous rhyme."Heh heh. That's good. Tool takes the pool," "Hey, wait. I might as well throw $5 bucks away. I know I ain't got the biggest tool." Matt, a sheepish blond from Georgia, finally spoke up. I'm glad he said it, 'cuz I was thinking the same thing."Too bad, frosh. Them's the brakes." Chad replied and that was that."Okay, Dodd. You officiate," Gravey said. "Yeah, that's cool. I trust you, Dodd. You measure, Chad added."What!?" I startled at hearing my name. Me? Measure?! "No fucking way am I touching your dicks." But even as I said that, I have to admit I felt my own dick get even harder and jump a little in the tight constraints of my shorts."Dude - I don't want you touchin' my dick, either. I'll hold it. You just get a ruler and measure the beast." Gravey was sounding defensive, like maybe he was sorry he initiated the whole thing. I mean, face it. A bunch of guys sitting around measuring their hard-ons is pretty homo-erotic. But, you gotta admit. A fraternity house is a pretty homo-erotic kind of place.I scurried out to find a ruler, but didn't have much luck. I returned empty handed to find the guys standing in a circle. Chad's shorts and boxers were down around his ankles and he was clutching his stiff dick in his fist. All eyes were on his meat."Sorry, dudes, I couldn't find a ruler.""Shit." Gravey cursed. "Here." He quickly pushed his sweatpants down so the band was beneath his balls. His thick cock sprung up and made a "thwack" noise against his abs."Jesus," Mike exclaimed softly."Here." Gravey said again. "Come here with that thing." And with that he reach over, grabbed Chad's dick, and pulled Chad closer to him, holding Chad's dicks flat over his own and bending them down parallel to the floor. The head of Chad's dick was shoved in the dark brown shock of pubes at the base of Gravey's cock where it deposited a glisteny drip of pre-cum. Gravey's own cockhead just missed brushing against Chad's balls. I thought Chad would protest or pull back, be he didn't. He was strangely quiet for a second and then declared, "See! I told you so. I'm definitely bigger than you are. Pot's mine.""Not so fast. . . jizz fer brains. I'm bigger, see?" Gravey now held their cocks together in his fist so that they pointed up to the ceiling, their front smack against one another. Mike piped up. "I don't know, Gravey, I think Chad's got you beat, dude. He's definitely longer'n you." "Who said anything about length?" Gravey argued. "He may be longer, but I'm definitely BIGGER." It was true. Chad's hard dick was probably close to 8" long. Gravey, was a bit shorter . . . maybe 7 ½" inches. But, man was it fat! What he didn't have in length, he made up for in girth. Chad's dick looked like a pencil by comparison. "It looks like a fuckin' beer can!" Christian exclaimed. A new nickname was born. Come Fall it would quickly spread through the house."Remember, this isn't just a contest between you two." I added. I was curious to see what Christian was sporting. "Right," Chad said. "Drop trou boys.""Well this is a waste of perfectly good pride." I mumbled as I unfastened my shorts. I glanced over to Mike and Christian as they lowered their short. Underneath his khaki shorts, Mike had on plaid boxers. As soon as the shorts were lowered his cock popped out the fly. Christian dropped his drawers and there was a clear outline of his rod straining in the confines of his boxer briefs. He slipped those down around his knees and stood up tall, pushing his groin forward into the circle for comparison. Like the rest of his skin, Christian cock was really white. It rose from a short shock of jet black hair. His balls were nearly hairless. It looked like Christian liked to keep his tackle trimmed. The shaft flared out so the end was thicker than the base and it ended in a purple hued head. There was a big drip of pre pooling at the tip and I swear to you, I couldn't believe it, but Christian absent-mindedly wiped it off with his thumb and forefinger and brought it up to his mouth and licked it off.'"DUDE?!" "What the fuh?!? . . ." We were all a little taken aback."Oh, what?! Like you all have never tasted your own cum?" Like I said. Christian was ballsy. And of course, what he said was true so we shut up about it.Gravey and Chad proceeded to compare their cocks with Christian's in the same way they'd just compared theirs to each other. Christians looked pretty big on him, but compared to Chad and Gravey, it didn't measure up. "Okay Mike. You're next." Chad declared and when Mike looked a little despondent, Chad took matters into his own hands by quickly tugging down Mike's boxers himself. This caused a little cry from Mike as his hard-on, still sticking out of his fly, got jerked through the fabric opening. "Jesus, Mike. Nice bush." Gravey sneered. "Yeah," Chad added, "You should take a weed-wacker to that thing." Mike turned scarlet. It was true. He had to have the biggest shock of pubic hair I've ever seen. It was like a light brown cloud with a weenie poking out of it. His balls were super hairy, too. "Dude, trim that back and your dick'll look bigger." Christian added trying to be helpful. (They were pledge-brothers, afterall.)The same size comparisons were made. But Mike was obviously smaller so at that point it seemed the comparison was being made more to be polite, or thorough, or to have an excuse to hold another guy's dick up against your own.Then it was my turn."Okay, Dodd. Drop 'em." Gravey commanded.I quickly pushed down my shorts and boxers all and once and felt the scrutiny of my brothers eyes on my cock. I looked down at it too. It was red and veiny. It looked like I'd been stroking it, but it must have been just 'cuz I was so turned on. My balls had been hanging low in the heat and now that they were exposed to the air they started to creep up a bit. We started the comparisons. Much to my relief, Mike was smaller than mine. His pubes tickled my cock as we held our rods next to one another. It was surpisingly warm. Next came Christian. We made eye-contact the whole time. I don't know if it was because he was trying to avoid looking at our dicks, or if it was a macho, psyche-out tactic. If it was the latter, I think it worked, because I felt my throat go a little dry as I tried to outstare his electric blue eyes. When we moved our dicks into the straight up position for comparison, Christian gave them a couple of pumps in his fist and I felt me knee tremble. We were about the same size. by the time I moved on to compare with Chad, he was leaking some serious pre-cum. As I let him hold our cocks together, his juice leaked onto my pubes and then on the head of my cock. "Dude, you're dripping wet.""Yeah, I get lots of pre," was all that he said in response. Then it was Gravey. Damn, but that beer can of a dick felt like it was on fire when we held them together. I was afraid I was going to cum. "You got big veins," Gravey told me. It wasn't a slam, just a statement."Well, this makes things difficult." Christian said loudly, kinda breaking us all out of our reverie."Whatdya mean?" "Well, you've got the longest dick," Christian continued, pointing to Chad. "And you've got the thickest dick," he pointed to Gravey. "You, bro, have the fuckin' hairiest dick I've ever seen." He turned to Mike, we all laughed and Mike turned red again. "And Dodd's got the biggest balls of us all."Everyone looked down at my crotch. I pushed my own still hard cock aside so I could get a better look myself. "Well, I'll be . . ." I thought to myself, "He's right." I knew I had some big balls. If I went running without a jock on, I'd regret it, but I never really compared them to anyone else's before."Geez. Christian's right. Dodd's got bull's balls." Chad declared. And I have to admit, I felt a little swelling of pride and if it were possible, my cock got even harder."So who wins the pot?" Gravey asked.Just then, the door swung open and Scott Haverford, a good natured fifth year senior, strolled in. "Hey, do I hear porn in here?" We all stood stunned like deer caught in headlights, our stiff dicks in our hands. We were suddenly aware of pleasure filled shrieks emanating from the TV. "Kewl! I thought I heard porn!" Scott continued in and dropped down on the couch. He didn't seem the least bit phased by seeing a group of his fraternity brothers standing in a circle with their erections out. "What're you fudgepackers doin'?" he asked as he started to unbuckle his belt, "circle jerk? Kewl! My monkey could do with a little spankin." He finished undoing his belt and pushed his jeans around his ankles. "You bros got any lube?"We looked at each other, kinda shocked at Scott's cavalier attitude. "Dude, we just bet five bucks each to see who's got the biggest dick." Chad explained."Oh, yeah? That's easy!" Scott reached into the rear pocket of his lowered jeans and pulled out his wallet and threw a five dollar bill in our direction. "Here, wait for it . . ." he commanded as he watched the action on the screen and rubbed his crotch through his tidey-whities. "Wait for it . . ." he said again, massaging his package. He stood up and approached our circle. The bulge in his jockey shorts looked imposing. Still looking back at the screen he rubbed and joined our circle. "There!" He stopped and faced us and with a shit-eating grin whipped his shorts down. And there it sprung; easily the biggest dick in the room. "Read-em and weep, boys." Scott said, as if he had just played a great hand of poker. "Read-em and weep."Scott was a big guy at 6'-2" and probably over 200 lean, muscular pounds. I'd seem him naked plenty of times, but never hard. His dick had to be at least 10" long , thick and veiny as an oak with balls to match. I suddenly felt like a little kid standing next to this guy. Scott was a man's man. "Shit." Chad exclaimed, under his breath. "I win." Scott said and headed back to take a seat in the couch. "Now stop standing around staring at each others cocks. There's some hot pussy over here."The bet over, we returned to the couch. At that point we were all hot and bothered, and Scott was settled back stroking his behemoth dick, so it didn't take long for us to join in. And there we were; the six of us, cocks out, just chokin' it. Every now and then we'd steal glances at each other. Gravey pulled out some baby oil and he, Mike, and Scott all lubed up, their dicks making wet slapping sounds as they pounded. Chad didn't need any, he had plenty of pre. I opted out. I was worried I'd cum too quick with the lube.Christian started playing with his balls with one hand. Then I couldn't believe what he was doing in front of us. He actually snuck a finger down under his balls and it looked like he was playing with his asshole. Scott and Chad noticed, too."Dude, you playing with your man-twat?" Scott asked? He seemed genuinely curious."You get your rocks off your way. I'll get mine off my way.""Aww, man! Christian likes it up the ass!" Chad snarled. "You're a little bitch, aren't chya?""Fuck you, Chad." Christian said, but he didn't stop. If anything, he probed a little more . . . I think he actually got his middle finger up his ass at least to the first knuckle. by now Christian was the only one watching the big pink pussy on the screen. The rest of us were watching him. "Oh, yeah." He moaned. "I'm getting' close." His fist moved up and down his cock with more urgency. His left hand started to move in time with his stroking. He was fucking himself with his finger! He leaned back further in the chair - oblivious to all of us. His head lay back on the cushions and he shut his eyes. His head started to roll back and forth a little bit and his moaning started in earnest. "Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck . . ." His body tensed up and his abs tightened up like a board, the muscles of his 6 pack tight and visible as his t-shirt worked its way up his torso towards his chest. One surprisingly loud, "Uhn!" and thick ropes of white cum shot out of the swollen purple head of his cock. A good four big pulses left the front of shirt and stomach covered."Oh, yeah. Good one, bro." Scott moaned encouragingly and then, "Yeah… empty those nuts," As Christian stroked himself down from climax, milking his balls for any last cum.The whole scene sent Mike over the edge, but he came quietly and without exclamation. His jizz matting down some of his dense pubage."Fuck." Chad moaned. "My turn." He put one fist over the other, creating a tube and held it steady as he fucked it with his stiff 8". He had the whole end of the couch shaking as his hips thrust in and out. His face turned bright red. "F U U U U U UCK!" he roared and thrust one final time. A little bit of jizz shot out and hit him on the chin. What little more there was trickled down his bright red , agitated cock. "Whew! Third time I've come today," he sighed, explaining away the lack of volume.This was all almost too much for me to handle. Fuck discretion or appearances. We were all brothers sharing one of the most intimate moments possible. I decided to do what felt good. I stopped pumping my cock long enough to lift my shirt off and throw it to the floor. With my right had steadily pumping my cock, I used my left hand to play with my tits . . . squeezing and flicking the nipples."Yeah. Dodd likes some tit action!" Scott said . . . almost admiringly. I flashed him a quick grin. It felt good to be balls to the wall carefree.I felt a load building up . .. I was quickly reaching the point of no return. My own mother could have walked in the room at that point and I'd have been powerless to stop. I felt my breathing get deeper. I pinched hard with my left hand and pounded solidly with my right. It was coming . . . this was gonna be big!"God I'm gonna cum!""Go, Dodd . . . go on, bro. Pump those bull balls." Chad said.One . . . more . . . pump! There! My whole body convulsed and hot cum shot out of the end of my dick. I kept pumping, pushing through the pleasure/ pain. More cum shot out. One small volley flew off to the side and landed on Christian's stomach. He didn't seem to care. I stopped pumping. Spent, I waited for my breathing to return to normal. I opened my eyes. Apparently Scott came the same time I did, 'cuz he was sitting back with a big puddle of jizz on his stomach and a glazed look on his face.There were plenty of other wild nights that summer . . . one even involved a girl Gravey was boning at the time. If you liked hearing about this one, let me know and I'll share more of what went on in the house.