ALPHA BETA OMEGA Everyone wants to be in the Alpha Beta Ome..

ALPHA BETA OMEGA Everyone wants to be in the Alpha Beta Omega fraternity. They were the best frat on campus, only accepting the most popular and athletic men. Their frat house was also the biggest and most lavish on fraternity row. The brothers were well connected and many went on to high paying positions in industry and politics. They were also known for their wild parties. However, they were also known to be the most secretive. No one talks about their initiation into the fraternity and except when there were parties, no one that wasn’t a member of the frat was allowed into the house. Not even their girlfriends saw the members' bedrooms, which were off limits during parties. Jorge was out for his morning run before classes. He was turning head as he ran through the campus quad, shirtless, in just a pair of short red shorts. A thin layer of sweat covered his smooth shredded torso. Tattoos adored his arms, sides, and back, making him look sexy and dangerous. His defined pecs were bouncing and muscular tattooed arms and back were pumping as he ran. Years of soccer had developed powerful thick legs, built for speed and agility. Jorge stopped at a water fountain and leaned forward to take a drink. His shorts stretched and clinged to his well developed buttocks. Jorge straightened up and grabbed his right foot, pulling his leg backwards to stretch. His body was the classic Greek example of male beauty, lean, strong and athletic. As he stretched, a mustang convertible with two shirtless jocks in it drove by and stopped. The jocks upper bodies were huge and shredded with hard sculpted muscles. “Hey, you Jorge, right,” the blond passenger in the car called over to him. Jorge paused, unsure if they were takin to him, but then walked over to the car. The passenger had his hand up, gripping the edge of the front windshield, displaying his huge bulging right bicep. As Jorge approached he noticed that both the driver and the passenger wore short shorts, that were stretched over massive, smooth thighs. The shorts were pulled up as high as possible to show off their defined legs and to allow them to tan in the sun. “Yeah, I’m Jorge,” Jorge put his hand on the car door. “I’m Carson, and this is Trevor. I’m the pledge master for Alpha Beta Omega. I’m wondering if you consider pledging for a fraternity?” Carson smiled his best pleasant smile. “I haven’t considered joining any,” Jorge answered. “You should consider joining Alpha Beta Omega. I believe you are a perfect fit for our fraternity. We only pledge the best,” Carson eyes travel down Jorge six pack sweaty abs, and tattooed torso and arms. “I heard of Alpha Omega, you supposed to be the best frat on campus,” Jorge was intrigued. Most frats like Alpha Beta Omega don’t recruit Mexican exchange students even if they were the best players on the university’s soccer team. “We are,” Carson’s smile turned cocky. “We having a get together for potential pledges tonight. Why don’t you stop by and take a look at the house and the brothers,” he handed a small card to Jorgo. Jorge took the business card and read the address. He was impressed by the professionalism. “Cool, I might do it,” Jorge smiled back. “Cool, we hope to see you tonight,” Carson replied as he watchede put the card into the waistband of his jockstrap. The mustang then speeded off and Jorge continued on this run. Professor Stone pulled his car in front of the large Classic Georgian style mansion in the center of Fraternity Row. Shirtless muscular younger men were coming and going from the house. Two boys in only a pair of short running shorts were washing a car on the side of the street. Their tight, smooth torsos were wet and glistening in the sun. Even their shorts were wet, and one could make out their cocks through the soaked thin material. Two more frat boys were throwing a frisbee between each other. They each were lean, tightly muscular, with healthy tans and chisel abs. The frat boys stopped what they were doing and watched the older man walk up the sidewalk and on to the column lined portico entrance. A large banner with Greek letters for Alpha Beta Omega, hangs from the large balcony over the front door. As the faculty advisor for the fraternity, Stone had free access to the house. As he entered the frat house, he made his way up the grand staircase. When he passed the various frat members, they respectfully made way for him. Every one of the frat jock boys was shirtless, showing off their tight athletic bodies. Professor Stone smiled to himself as he passed each flawless jock boy. His eyes traveled down their smooth torso. He passed two members of the baseball team in the corridor. It was obvious that they had just come from practice. They both were still wearing their baseball pants, struck into their bright red baseball socks, and baseball caps. Their smooth torsos were covered in a layer of sweat. Professor Stone stopped them, “where is Alex?” The two jocks were visibly nervous. “In his room. Taking a shower,” the college star pitcher responded. “Thank you,” the Professor replied. Stone couldn’t resist turning and watching the two baseball player’s muscular asses in their uniforms walk away. He made a note to stop by their rooms or invite them to his office soon. The Professor continued on to Alex’s room. Being the fraternity president, Alex’s room was the biggest bedroom in the frat house, with its own bathroom. Stone heard the shower running as he entered the room. The room was neat and organized, too neat and organized for a college jock’s room. The bed was a king size bed and the Professor mused how much sex went on in that large bed. The Professor believes you can tell a lot about a boy by his room. A shelf on one of the walls was loaded with swimming trophies. You would expect that amount of awards from the captain of the swim team. Alex was proud of his accomplishments, even arrogant about them. The room was richly decorated, which showed his rich upbringing and family. His father’s wealth and connections made Alex the perfect choice when Stone made him the frat president. Alex was also an Alpha Beta Omega legacy. Professor Stone undid his tie as he continued on to the bathroom. Being from a rich family, Alex had no concern for water conservation. The 6’4 blond swimmer was in the process of shaving any excess hair from his body, when the shower door opened. He jumped in surprise, dropping the razor as he instinctively covered his cock. However, when he saw the Professor through the steam, he obediently removed his hands. The Professor then undressed, keeping his eyes on the muscular swimmer’s ripped body as the shower water cascaded over him. Alex wrapped one of his soapy hands around his cock and began to stroke it while reaching his other hand behind himself to ease a soapy finger into his tight hole. Once naked, Stone stepped into the spacious shower stall behind the frat President. Alex closed his eyes as the older, shorter man started to wash his wide back and shoulders. The Professor took his time running his hands down the flawless, shredded body. The jock was one of his favorite fucks in the fraternity. Alex’s body was sleek and smooth, built for cutting through water with force and speed. Like most swimmers he kept his body smooth for faster movement through the water, but also because he knew the Professor liked him like that. When the older man’s hands reached the swimmer’s beautiful sculpted ass, Alex leaned forward, bracing himself on the shower wall while pushing his ass outwards. The Professor paused and began to soap up his own thick, hard cock. He watched the normally masculine, arrogant jock wiggle his large ass. Alex looked over his broad shoulders at the huge cock. The look of lust filled his eyes. The coach then pressed his cock between the muscular ass cheeks, poking his cock against the tight jockpussy, causing the frat boy to moan and whimper. Then gripping Alex’s powerful hips, pulling the jock toward him while pushing through the soaped up jockpussy. Alex moaned loud under the cascading water as he was fucked and plowed hard. The frat boy loves being fucked. Before joining the fraternity the very notion of getting fucked made Alex sick. He was 100% straight and never had a gay fantasy in his life. Now he loved the feel of a thick cock up his tight ass, plowing and dominating him. “That’s a good jock boy,” the Professor whispered into his ear, causing Alex to moan louder. The jock began to flex his incredible ass muscles around the Professor’s cock, milking it. “Fuck me, fuck me harder,” Alex cried out as the water washing over his handsome face. The Professor rammed in and out of him. Their skin slapping against each other. Alex's eyes rolled up into the back of his head as he cried out. He then shot out a large load onto the shower wall. Waves of pleasure filled him as he came over and over. As he came his anal muscles gripped the Professor’s cock like a vice and spasmed around it. The Professor pushed all the way into the jock, his balls pressing against Alex’s, and paused. He was enjoying the jock’s ass muscles milking his cock. Stone then moaned and came deep inside Alex’s hole. He kept his cock deep inside the jock, making sure Alex got all of his seed. Stone finally pulled out of the ruined jockpussy and gave the wet ass a slap, “I want to see you, Carson, and Trevor in the study.” “Yes, sir,” Alex responded, trying to regain his breath, as Professor Stone stepped out of the shower stall.