On to the good part

Carl shut the door behind us and we found ourselves in this messy boy room, with two bunk beds each on a sidewall with stuff, clothes and everything out of order.

“Oh, mate. They're gonna be pissed at me. I have to go back downstairs.” Mike quickly searched for a shirt on his top left bunk bed.

“What happened?” I asked him.

“It's his initiation. He has to have sex at least four times in one single day.” Carl with an annoyed tone and his arms crossed answered me.

“I should’ve had help this entire time. I'm so not getting into this place. I just failed Sigma Phi.” Mike was pacing around the tiny room.

“Ok. If you want this so bad go back downstairs but you need to drink some water or wait for it to cool down.” I told him. He still was flustered and nervous and I felt bad for him. He must be going under a lot of stress with the hazing and all, I heard frat guys were completely jerks.

“I can't.” He said and sat down on the floor, lowering his head and messing his own hair. I wondered why he wanted to get back into action so bad for a moment and Carl came up with the answer.

“He took blue pills to go through.”

I looked at his shorts and a huge bulging tent was formed that I didn't notice before. Poor guy! We heard a knock at the door and it subtly opened. Another hot tall shirtless guy was bringing two girls in the room, managing to kiss each one of them. He didn't notice us until he bumped into Carl.

The look on their face was priceless as Carl gave them a dead serious look without saying a word.

“We– we thought it was unoccupied, sir.” The guy gulped a dry ball of air.

“Get out.” Carl hissed between his teeth.

The girls left the room giggling and the guy was in a sweat pool.

“Oh, lad. Oh, lad. I'm so screwed! George is going to tie me with these two girls.” Mike was up on his feet pacing again.

“I'll tell you what: we can help you if you want to.” Carl came up with an idea.

“You're not supposed to help me.” Mike said.

“But if your Big comes up here, he’s gonna ask for your shirt and we can give it to him.”

Mike and I looked at Carl who remained calm but with a side grin painted on his marble face. I recognized the same grin I have when I hit on guys.

“They have cameras recording us. We can't lie.” Mike nodded to a corner in the ceiling and there it was. A brand new camera constantly flashing a red light.

“But we won't be lying.” Carl took a step towards Mike groping his growing bulge in his jeans. He was just about opening the zipper when Mike almost shouted.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa there, mate! I'm not into it!” He protected his view from Carl’s pants. Carl just simply looked at me with his flashing smile and nodded towards Mike. The bastard wanted me to jump on his idea. Heavens! Where did I get myself into? But I must say, his smile was convincing enough.

“Look, dude. You have a hard on that won't go away unless you cum. We can help you in another way.” I got myself saying feeling a burning sensation inside me, coming all the way from my dick.

He considered it for a while and broke his standing still position by removing his briefs. “Ok. But I'm not touching anybody.”

And that was it, a full size uncut pledge dick out in the air in front of me. The room was filled with three hot guys and we were about to have an amazing experience. Thank you, Oxford! I felt a hand on my shoulder forcing me down.

“Mate, you came up with the idea.” Carl said to me.

Hey, you did! None of this was my idea and I wasn’t liking it at all. I wasn’t going to suck a stranger's dick that was inside a vagina not so long ago, by the looks of it. And I was totally uncomfortable with the situation of getting watched by someone on the other side of that camera. It felt all kinds of wrong like my parents would walk in the room at any time and get me on my knees with a cock in my throat.

“This doesn’t feel right.”