The Boys at the Frat House

by Just Plain Bob

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, NonConsensual, Drunk/Drugged, Heterosexual, Cheating, Gang Bang, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Slow, School, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Man on a business trip hears a story about the goings on at a frat house in his home town.

Stephanie and I had been living in Houston in a rented apartment when her parents died in an automobile accident. In their will they left Steph their house in a college town that I will not name and we flew back to put the house on the market. Once there we found that the job market was good and that work in both our fields was plentiful and so we decided to keep the house and relocate. The house was located on a street that was known as "fraternity row" since two thirds of the fraternity and sorority houses were located on it. Our house was about an eighth of a mile from them and it meant a lot of traffic on the street, especially on Fridays and Saturdays, but that was pretty much the only drawback to living there.

There was one more drawback to having the house, but only from my perspective. The apartment that we'd had in Houston didn't allow pets and having a house meant that Steph could now have a dog. Now, I don't dislike dogs, I just don't want one. Cats are fine because they don't require much in the way of care. Keep the food dish full, the water dish full and the litter box clean and a cat will take care of itself. The same thing can't be said for a dog. Dogs have to be walked, taken outside three or four times a day so they can dump in the yard, which eventually you will have to clean up. If you want to go away for the week end the cat can be left behind at home, but with a dog you either have to take him with you, find someone to dog sit or take him to a kennel.

And then there is the barking. Whenever something bothers the dog, which is most usually in the middle of the night, he (or she) can usually be counted on to bring you out of a sound sleep. All in all, I just did not want a dog, but Steph did and so we got a dog, a big Great Dane and she named it Max.

Steph was a runner and she runs a good five miles a day, usually in the cool of the evening, and she would take the dog with her. She would usually be gone for an hour and forty-five minutes to two hours and that was what I called my 'quiet time'. I t gave me the opportunity to do all the things I needed to get done without Steph constantly bothering me to do this or that. We settled into a routine and over the next couple of years life ran smooth and was good. Then my employer started expanding and I started being sent out to oversee the setup of new offices. It was on one of these trips that I met Charley. Charley was the office manager of our new startup office in Atlanta and on the third night I was there he asked me to join him for dinner. First we talked about business and mutual acquaintances in the industry and then he commented on the fact that his younger brother Danny went to college in my town.

"The kid has it pretty good. I just hope all the partying he says he's doing doesn't interfere with his grades. One thing for sure, he's getting a lot more pussy at school than I ever did. His fraternity even has their own whore. She comes to the frat house every Monday through Friday and pulls a train. She takes on as many as she can do in an hour and then she has to hurry home to her husband."

I asked him what fraternity his brother belonged to and he told me and it turned out that it was one of the ones just up the street from Steph and me. I jokingly said that I would have to look his brother up, "Maybe he can arrange it so I can ride the train."

Charley laughed and said that there was an interesting story about how the woman came to be the frat house slut.

In the evenings the guys would sit on the porch and drink beer and watch the girls go by and enjoy the evening. There was one girl, an older woman actually, that they loved to watch. She would jog by every night with her dog and they would watch her tits bounce and whistle at her and she would smile and wave back. This went on for a couple of months and then one day the dog got away from the woman. The dog came running down the street and the woman was running after it and hollering for the dog to stop. Danny and a couple of guys jumped off the porch and caught the dog. The dog was panting heavily and when the woman came up Danny suggested that they give the dog some water and they offered the woman a soft drink while she waited for the dog. One of the boys ran inside and came back with a soda. While she was drinking it the boy who had run in a got it told Danny that he had put some of his "special sauce" in the drink. I interrupted Charley to ask him what he meant by "special sauce?" Charley laughed out loud and said it was what they called the date rape drug they had. Then he went on with the story.

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