My Phantom Lover

Part 1

As I sat in the unknown room, blindfolded, my hands tied behind my back, I was apprehensive, but not really scared. While it's true there had been stories around for years about hazing stunts gone terribly wrong, resulting in serious injuries and even deaths, nothing like that had ever happened at my university. Also, the fraternity I was pledging was probably the last one where such a thing ever would happen. It was known for the achievements of its alum members, not for being a party frat. So I waited for whatever the hazing committee had planned for me with more curiosity than concern. I had no idea that the next few minutes would change my life forever.

I heard the door open and close and then a sliding sound like something heavy being pushed in front of the door. I could tell someone was approaching me as I sat on the uncarpeted floor. It felt like it was one person rather than a group. Then I sensed the heat of another body nearby.

"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." It was said in a low, raspy whisper, seemingly to disguise his voice.

I nodded to indicate I understood and wasn't fearful.

"It's just the two of us," the voice went on. "I've told them I'm going to scare you by lighting some fires, putting a lighter close to your face and crap like that. I warned them we could be arrested for assault if you decided to be a prick about it so they won't come in and nobody will tell you afterward who I am, to protect me from being sued. But that's not what I want to do."

"What do you want?"

"Brian, I'll make a little smoke and walk out of here without touching you if you tell me to, but what I want to do is give you a blow job."

I gasped at the words, too shocked to say anything.

"I'll make you cum, nobody will ever know, and you can pretend I'm the prettiest cheerleader in the school, if you want to. Will you let me?"

I'm sure both of us were aware that, tied up as I was, he could probably do what he wanted without my permission. He could probably count on my being too embarrassed to report it afterward, too.

"Why do you want to do it to me?" I asked. "There aren't any guys in the fraternity so ugly that they couldn't find a partner at Wilde Oscar's (the most prominent local gay bar). Why me?"

"I've never been as attracted to anyone as I am to you. You've been in my thoughts everyday since I first saw you. But I'll leave you alone if you tell me to. Will you let me give you pleasure, Brian? Nothing will be expected in return."

I liked to think that I hid it completely, but at least half of my sexual fantasies involved other men. I usually pictured a group scene, involving both sexes, but as I played with myself and got close to cumming, it was the guys I was thinking about. This event was my every wet dream come true! All of my actual activities had been with girls, however, and I was frightened by the idea of acting out my erotic thoughts about men. Frightened - but so excited my cock was already about to explode!

I couldn't bring myself to speak, so I just nodded.

Immediately he pushed me onto my back on the floor and I felt his hands undoing my jeans and pulling them down to my knees. He pulled my jockey shorts down and I heard him gasp.

"Your cock is gorgeous! Just like the rest of you," he rasped. His mouth was on me so fast I didn't have time to breathe. He took me right to the hilt in one plunge, making a moaning sound in his throat that that vibrated against my cock. It seemed as if all the blood in my body was engorging my sex organs and I felt faint. My God, what he was doing felt wonderful! He devoured me like a starving man at a banquet. He gobbled every inch of my prick, then pulled his lips the length of my shaft, licking and nibbling to the end. Just as I began to crave the heat of his mouth again, he would plunge down and swallow me to the balls. I didn't want this amazing feeling to ever stop!

"Oh, God, suck my cock! It's so good, so good!" I was moaning. He was grunting as he orally stimulated me and I could feel his stubbly cheek against my groin when he was at he base of my prick. I couldn't have pretended it was a girl doing this to me if I wanted to. This was a man, all man, and it made me so hot thinking about it that I was ready to explode. I tried to hold back my orgasm, not wanting this to be over too fast, but I was so swept away by the pleasure I couldn't hold out. "I'm cumming!" I groaned. He sucked hard then and I could feel him swallowing as my semen pumped into his throat.

I was lost in a fog of ecstasy for a few moments. When I became aware again, he was licking my prick in gentle strokes. It struck me as such a tender gesture that something welled up in me I'd never experienced before. I felt a connection to this unseen, unknown man, who had given me such pleasure, that I had never felt with anyone before. All too soon he was pulling my shorts and jeans back up, doing up the zipper and the waist snap. His large, slightly rough hands lingered a few seconds just above my waistband and I unconsciously pressed my stomach up against them. I felt a rush of disappointment when he moved away.

"I'm going to burn some things in a wastebasket now, to back up the cover story. Don't worry. Nothing will get out of control. The guys outside may have heard something, but these doors are thick, so they wouldn't have made out any words. I'll tell them you got a little jumpy when you felt the heat and yelped a little."

I didn't remember yelping, but in the moment of explosion I could have hooted like an owl and I wouldn't remember it.

"Why don't you singe a little of my hair to make it look good?" I suggested. I really just wanted him close to me again. I wanted any clues I could get about who my phantom lover was. One way or another I was going to make sure this happened again!

"All right, but be very still. I don't want to burn you."

I was sitting up by this time and I sensed him squatting down next to me. I heard his cigarette lighter snap and felt a little warmth, then smelled the acrid odor of burning hair. I was pissed at myself for not taking a deep whiff of him before that, because any scent that might give me a clue about his identity was covered by the burnt smell.

"There, just a little fried at the ends to make it look good."

Suddenly there were warm lips on mine and just as suddenly they were gone.

"Thank you, Brian. You've made me happier than you'll ever know."

I was too filled with emotion to say anything as he moved whatever he'd put in front of the door.

"The escorts will come for you in ten minutes," he told me, and I heard him open the door and leave. I could hear a little buzz from outside the room as he shut the door behind him. Whoever had stationed themselves out there, asking how I'd reacted to my "torture," I supposed.

I sat there in a daze, trying to collect myself before the hazing committee escorts came to get me. I'd never been so sexually sated and so utterly confused in my life. Did my intense enjoyment of what had happened mean I was gay? Girls had gone down on me a few times in my young life and I'd enjoyed it, but I'd never come close to anything so mind-blowingly powerful before. I think I had myself convinced that it was just the whole exotic nature of the experience, being bound and blindfolded and all, that had made it so overwhelming. Until I realized I wanted to find my phantom so I could do the same thing to HIM!