I F*cked My Best Friend Out of Our Frat

Literally.

Original illustration by Eduardo

---

Not long after meeting Tyler, we were trapped in the middle of a naked bear hug of SAK’s pledges, mostly eighteen-year-olds but some older pledges in their early twenties. Our softies pressed against each other, substituted a traditional handshake, and we became very close friends quickly, reaching a level of friendship most guys wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole.

Tyler was a simple guy—most of our time together was just goofing around or playing Halo in our underwear. I didn’t have a good AC unit, and given the effect it had on Tyler, I had little motivation to fix it. We never actually hooked up. That would’ve been gay, and despite occasionally watching gay porn, I wasn’t gay. Sometimes, one of us would get a boner, and the other would flick it as a joke. Or if the other wasn’t paying attention, we would tickle their balls. The farthest we went was jerking off on the same couch, watching straight porn together, but there was always a privacy pillow. Everything we did was charged with the same subliminal “no homo” that accompanied the hazing we experienced at Sigma Alpha Kappa, aka SAK.

Hazing had been pretty standard. On one of the more outlandish nights, we were forced to perform the elephant walk, an act that involved holding a fellow pledge’s cock in each hand and then walking around attached by our cocks. Then came the embarrassing nicknames. Some were more embarrassing than others. I went from Dylan to Baldy because I had mistakenly shaved off my pubic hair the first week of college. Tyler became Short-Stack because he was 5’7, and let's say he was a grower, to put it kindly. Nothing had been too far outside my comfort zone, until our final test.

Near the end of pledging, Tyler and I were called to the bedroom of Cody, SAK’s president. Cody was your proto-frat bro, and his room matched that vibe. He came from a long line of Sigmas: Before he was president, his brother had been the year before him, and his cousin had been six years prior. All of this is why the room looked like it hadn’t been touched in decades and was straight out of Van Wilder.

Cody wasn’t shy, and I suspected he was a bit of an exhibitionist because his bedroom door was always open—even when changing or having sex. From the hallway, I saw Cody lounging in his see-through mesh shorts and a tank top that barely fit him. He looked straight out of the porn I watched, and I put all my focus into not getting a raging hard-on.

“There you fuckers are,” Cody spat and lept off his bed. “Come in and sit down. It’s time we had a chat about loyalty.”

Tyler and I squatted into some bean bag chairs, the only seating available. Cody towered above us, and I shrank into myself. I was naturally dominant, but Cody could (and often would) remind me of my inferiority with a simple bicep flex or adjusting of his horse cock. Many girls, and some envious guys, had told me I had a big dick. Even so, Cody outgunned me easily. He always wore shorts that emphasized his heftiness. I wanted nothing more than to have his bravado.

“I hear you two are butt-buddies.” Neither Tyler nor I knew how to respond, so we kept our mouths shut. “I asked if you two are faggots. Are you?”

“No. We’re straight, man,” I spoke up.

“Excuse me, pledge Dylan?”

“No, sir.” I corrected myself. “We’re just friends. Brothers.”

“Hmm.”

Cody tried to asses us stealthily, but I watched his eyes examine our bodies. Tyler and I both worked out but focused on different pursuits. While I concentrated on building muscle and looking bulky, Tyler stayed trim and worked on tightening his already tight body. We had bodies that even straight men couldn’t help but ogle.

“Well, what you two need to understand,” Cody rubbed his hands together like he was trying to make a fire. “Is that true brotherhood isn’t one-on-one. It’s all-for-one and one-for-all. More importantly, there's a hierarchy.”

“What are you talking about?” Tyler spoke more carelessly than I did, letting his thoughts spill out without filtering. Cody shot him a look, and when it was met with a blank stare, he sent the same glare my way, shifting the blame for Tyler’s outburst.

“I think what pledge Tyler meant is that he would like some clarification from you, sir. Please. We want to understand how we can better serve you and the rest of the Brothers.”

Satisfied with my submission, Cody elaborated. “What I mean is that you can’t be loyal to each other and loyal to me. You must choose, and only one choice ensures your security in this brotherhood.” We nodded. We understood what he was saying but didn’t know what he was asking. “You both can’t stay. Not anymore. One of you is going to be forced to leave. I'm here to determine which one.”

My heart sank. While I wasn’t willing to let go of Tyler, I couldn’t afford to lose my right to brotherhood either. I had invested so much time and energy into becoming a Sigma Alpha Kappa. It had come to shape my entire personality. I was becoming a part of something, and I couldn’t let that be taken away. Not without a fight.

I squared up, and Tyler did the same. We shared a look communicating a simple agreement: Let the best man win.

Tyler and I stood before Cody, who asked us why we wanted to be in SAK. I said I wanted to be a part of a brotherhood. Tyler said he wanted to get laid. Both answers were deemed acceptable, but it felt like it was all for show anyway, as Cody had already decided how this would go.

Tyler was charming enough that it had been hard for most of the Brothers to be bothered by his lack of submission, but Cody cared. He had grown increasingly sick of Tyler’s refusal to participate in the culture and had concocted a plan to assert dominance once and for all.

“Honestly, it’s a tough call.” Cody sang the way he spoke. Clearly, he had rehearsed it. “But SAK needs men, not boys. The only way I can think to measure your manliness is the old-fashioned one. Whip 'em out.”

I thought he was joking until the silence made it clear he wasn’t. We’d been asked to strip before, but this felt more invasive. Degrading even.

“You can fluff ‘em up a bit first. I’m not measuring soft size; we already know Short Stack ain't gonna win that.” Cody chuckled at Tyler’s expense.

Wanting to prove myself and already knowing I had him beat, I pushed my shorts down with ease to expose my six-inch soft cock. No longer was I shaved, but I had kept it trimmed, which made it look even longer as it hung past my balls. Ashamed but unwilling to forfeit, Tyler sheepishly scooted his shorts down as well and exposed a huge bush with a little bit of dick poking out. It reminded me of a budding mushroom.

Cody started laughing immediately. He pointed at Tyler’s little penis. “Dude, that shit is so embarrassing! Hold up, let me send this to the group chat.” Tyler covered up, but Cody shouted at him. “Don’t hide, you little bitch! Baldy, hold his hands behind his back. I need to get a clear pic for the Brothers.”

I did as told, and Tyler squirmed against me, his tight ass unintentionally grinding against my dick. This friction, added to the feeling of dominating another man, made me hard instantly. It did the same for Tyler. Unfortunately for him, his throbbing little dick was exposed to the room while my raging hard-on was concealed by his cheeks.