Chad Ellory – Mansploitation

Living in Ann Arbor had been nice, but Rob was beginning to get tired of it. He was already thinking of new places. Maybe Salt Lake City? Mormons were nice, but so boring.
But for now, he was still settling into his apartment near the college. Rob told himself — and more importantly, everyone else — that he lived there because it helped him write — he was trying to write a novel. But it actually distracted him because of all the hot frat guys who haunted the streets. He could sit out on his porch in the evening and spy all the semi-drunk boys scurrying in groups between houses, wearing sleeveless tees and sometimes even less.
He knew he’d lived there long enough, though, when Chad knocked on his door one day.

Chad was not very tall, and he wasn’t really muscular, but he was athletic and wiry, and he had very broad shoulders. His most endearing quality, however, were dimples and a perfectly scruffy chin. Those dimples dimpled marvelously when Rob opened the door, because Chad was very nervous. His shoulders were straight, and he bit his lip.

“Uh, so, hey, man… can I borrow… a… roll of orange duct tape.”
Rob looked at him blankly. He had no idea what that meant. “You want orange duct tape?”
“Yeah, like… orange?”
“Right… I, uh… I don’t have any orange duct tape, young man,” Rob said.
“Oh.”
“Would… black duct tape do?” Rob wasn’t sure he had black duct tape either, but there might have been a roll in the closet.
“No! I mean… No,” Chad said. “Is that… butt stuff?” He glanced down the hall, whence Rob heard emanations of snickering.
“What?!” Rob poked his head out. A handful more frat boys were peering this way, but they scattered when they saw Rob. Their throaty chuckling filled the air in the hallway.
Chad’s cheeks burned bright red. “Is that code?”
“No,” Rob said. “What are you talking about?”
“Oh, uh, sorry, oh, uh, uh, I, uh, I was all like, all in the… I had things to be in the… they said it, and I said all that that I was like… And so…”
Rob clucked his tongue. “You have a bad case of fraternity-induced crazymouth, boy. If you want something from me, you better say it.”
“Will you jack my dick?!” He paused and blushed. “With your mouth.”
A silence filled the hall. “Well, yes,” Rob said. “But please don’t shout that.” He opened the door, and Chad came in.
“Shit, yeah, thanks,” Chad said with a sigh.
“So they told you you had to use a code?”
Chad nodded.
“Okay, I do not like to play games like that, Chad. Girls enjoy that kind of shit. If you want me to jack your dick, just ask, using normal words,” Rob said.
“Yes, sir,” Chad said. He sat on the couch. “Thanks, man, I mean, sir-“
“You can call me Rob,” Rob said. “You’re a very polite young man.”
Chad was still blushing, holding his breath. He looked like his head might explode. He had a big goofy grin on his face that he couldn’t remove. “I really need the money. Five grand is a lot.”
Rob looked at him. “What?”
“Five grand, right? That’s what you gave Deshonte Williams.”
“Uh… Is that what he’s saying? You tell him he’s got a ten-dollar dick, and I gave him a big tip. I did not pay him five grand,” Rob said. “I don’t have to pay you jack-shit, Chad. You came in here asking me to get you off, remember that? I know you just wanna get your dick wet and you’ll do it for free.”
“No way! Deshonte said you pay money!”
“Then get five grand out of Deshonte!” Rob said. He grinned. “Okay, I gave Deshonte fifty bucks, which is what I normally pay college boys. But I’ll give you a hundred so you can tell Deshonte to quit talking a bunch of bullshit about me cuz his dick ain’t that good. Tell him I can make sure every girl on campus thinks he’s impotent. So unless he wants that rumor to spread across campus like syphilis, he had better stop bragging about that shit. I paid him fifty bucks.” Rob got on his knees between Chad’s legs.
Chad’s eyes opened wide and he blushed. “I… uh… I don’t know if I can…”
“Are you scared of Deshonte? He won’t hurt you. He won’t get in a fight because he doesn’t want to ruin that lovely face,” Rob said. “But whatever, you don’t have to say that. Just tell him I said to come talk to me. I’ll give him the message.”
“Oh.” Chad still looked scared. He sucked in his breath and closed his eyes. Rob didn’t know if he was actually scared of Deshonte or if he was just nervous about being with a man.
Rob stroked Chad’s dick through his jeans, then unzipped the fly. Chad gasped. Rob reached in and pulled out a nice-sized dick. He planted his lips right on the tip and suckled loudly, moistly.
Then he stroked it and had Chad take his shirt off. “You’re pledging a frat?” One of Rob’s hands played with his nipples, which made Chad’s pecs flex.
Chad nodded and closed his eyes. “Kappa Gamma Pi.”
“Oh… is that the frat that does elephant walks?”
Chad blushed. “I, uh… I’m not allowed to talk about that stuff.”
Rob giggled. He went back to sucking, deep-throating Chad to the root. He could picture Chad doing the elephant walk, maybe with Deshonte himself — wasn’t Deshonte also a Kaggapee? (That was what the Kappa Gamma Pi boys were called on-campus). An elephant walk was when all the pledges formed a line, totally naked, and then gripped the cock of the man behind them (reaching between their own legs) while inserting their other finger into the ass of the man in front of them. That resulted in a line of frat boys manhandling each other.
It was incredibly arousing, Rob thought, even if Chad did deny it.
Rob sucked on his balls loudly enough to make Chad open his eyes and gasp. Rob giggled. He loved servicing frat boy alphas like him, since so many of them were inexperienced. Chad had probably only been sucked off by a few girls as inexperienced as he was, so he’d most likely never had a worthwhile blowjob. Rob enjoyed blowing his mind.
“How is it?” Rob asked. He made eye contact with Chad, who blushed.
“Uh… Oh god… It’s… uh…” Chad’s face was bright-red. “It’s…” He bucked and grunted, his whole body shaking as Rob casually stroked him off.
Rob hadn’t intended to give Chad such an intense orgasm. But he was on the verge of cumming even before Rob pulled off his cock, and Chad was young and virile enough that he couldn’t stop himself even if he had wanted to. So Rob kept stroking as sticky precum flowed over his hand.
“C’mon, swallow it, swallow it…” Chad’s voice was plaintive and desperate. His hands fluttered above Rob’s head.
“Hmm… your dick feels so good in my hand…” Rob moaned, thwacking Chad’s cock against his palm. He could feel the cum coursing up the shaft, and he could sense his orgasm in the roiling muscles of Chad’s body.
He played like he wasn’t going to put it in his mouth anymore, even as Chad’s ruddy face gasped and begged him to do it. Then, at the last second, as a jet of cum sprayed out, Rob rammed his head all the way down. The sour and intensely bright flavor of cum overloaded Rob’s senses.
“Ah, shit, yes!” Chad sighed grandly, his chest rattling, muscles flexing. His cock disappeared all the way down Rob’s throat, his cummy shaft filling Rob’s senses with his salty goodness.
Then cum spurted into Rob’s stomach, great creamy gobs of it that just kept on flowing. Chad had big college-boy balls that were overful with his nut, and now it all flowed out at once. It filled Rob up and then kept going, until Rob couldn’t possibly swallow it all.
It spilled out and made a big frothy mess on Chad’s crotch. Rob pulled off and took a deep breath.
“Goddamn!” Chad’s face was bright red. He looked at his dick as though he had no idea why that happened.
Rob giggled. “You certainly earned your fifty dollars.” He wiped cum off the corner of his mouth.
“Goddamn!” Chad said again. He was breathless and sweaty, stray drops of cum congealing on his flat belly.
“You’re all messy…” Rob said.
“You made a mess.”
“You’re blaming me?” Rob said. He stood up and wiped his face off. “If you want, you can take a shower before you leave.”
“Oh sweet, okay. I don’t really wanna walk out of here smelling of cum.”
Rob smiled. “Well, the bathroom is right down the hall. The one rule is that you have to let me shower with you. Do you share showers with your frat brothers?”
“Yeah…” His voice was thready and uncertain. Then he stood and chuckled, his voice suddenly deeper and more confident. “I guess I can do that. I got my nut off in a man’s mouth. I got paid to blow a wad.” He smiled like he had just realized all that. “So I can handle sharing a shower.”
“Excellent.” Rob grinned as he led Chad into the bathroom. This day, he thought, was turning out better than he had hoped.
But he didn’t think he was going to get any writing done.