Date: Thu, 1 Feb 2024 21:50:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: Arthur Doyle <sirarthurpornandoyle@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fuck frat bros, part 2

Gio couldn't stop staring at his cousin's ass. Those luscious cheeks of
Matteo's were squeezed into a tiny pair of red shorts and then outlined by
a tightly-wrapped climbing harness, making them bulge all the more, as the
Alpha Alpha Alpha frat bro scaled the wall at a gym near
campus. Instinctually, Gio grabbed his stiffening junk inside his own pair
of little runner's shorts. He'd been outrageously horny ever since waking
up this morning.

That bizarre ceremony the previous night, with its domino masks,
half-goat/half-man statue, and ridiculously hot circle jerk, returned to
Gio's mind. Matteo had refused to say a single word about it, putting a
finger to his lips every time Gio brought it up. The only clue that it
hadn't been a dream or some figment of Gio's imagination was the
mischievous grin his cousin kept giving him, followed by a wink and a
mention of how much fun they'd be having today.

Fuck, the dudes at the climbing gym were hot, thought Gio. Every single one
of them was brawny and masculine, with gorgeous features, short hair or
luscious long locks, tank topped and often shirtless, which only served to
show off their crazily ripped bodies. Gio couldn't remember ever spending
so much time with his eyes glued to guy's crotches, his brain spinning
tales of how hung they might be. Even his nose seemed more keen today, more
alive with scents and odors, the aroma of an armpit, the faint bouquet of
ball stank rising from a passerby.

"Hey, cuz!" Matteo called. "Stop zoning out down their, broski. I'm ready
to come down."

Snapping from his lustful reverie, Gio got into position so his cousin
could rappel down. Top roping. For Gio, that combination of words now
connoted something else, his imagination immediately picturing some hot
big-dicked dude shooting oodles of sticky rope from his cock-end.

Suddenly, Matteo was next to him, whispering in his ear.

"Yeah, bro, I remember my first day as well. You're probably feeling some
major blue balls right now." Ever so gently, Matteo pressed the back of his
hand to Gio's crotch. "Oooof! Yeah, there's definitely something going on
down there. Don't worry, we'll get you fixed up soon."

Someone familiar scowled at Gio from across the gym. It was that hippie
dude with the long blond hair and enchanting green eyes. A disgusted look
was plastered across his face, his nose crinkled, his mouth turned down
into a grimace. Huffing, he turned and disappeared.

"Yo, cuz," said Matteo, snapping his fingers. "Forget that guy. He's
nothing but trouble."

"You know him?" Gio asked.

"No. He's just some buzzkill who comes around the frat every once in a
while, trying to ruin our fun."

"How does he do that?"

"Never mind that right now, cuz. Check out the stud over there."

Over near the bouldering wall, stripped down to next to nothing, was one of
the most ravishing men Gio had ever seen in his life. Dude was straight up
model territory, with exquisite dark eyes, a fuzzy pencil mustache,
perfectly rounded shoulders, heaving pecs, stacked abs, and crazily-carved
calves. Wearing a pair of shorts so small they might as well have been a
speedo, the knockout was wiping his hands of chalk and then stretching his
arms over his head, exposing two stunning collections of bushy armpit
hair. Noticing the cousins' lascivious attention, the gym bunny was
frowning with a disapproving look. After bending over to stretch out his
hamstrings, he sauntered past Gio and Matteo, his skin sheening with sweat,
his hide ripe with manly BO.

"I think it's time to make our move," Matteo whispered. "Wanna hit the
showers?"

"But I've barely done a single climb..." Gio said.

"Don't worry about that. Follow me."

Without knowing why, Gio padded after his cousin in the direction of the
locker room, not more than a few steps behind their handsome stranger. The
guy didn't seem into being tailed, his eyes repeatedly darting back to
reproach the cousins. But he didn't say anything and Matteo continued to
grin as they entered the steamy lockers. The place was fairly empty, a guy
or two here and there standing around with a towel around their waist or
changing into their gym clothes. The ripped model peeled off his shoes,
pulled off his shorts, and snagged a towel from his locker. Gio saw a
momentary flash of a ridonkulous uncut dong and insanely marbled butt
cheeks but then everything was hidden behind a white expanse of fuzzy
cloth. His cousin Matteo stripped down as well, his pronounced package and
stanky low-hanging balls swinging openly in the air. The model's eyes
flashed over, bulging for a moment when they fell upon Matteo's endowment,
but then he turned and promenaded in the direction of the showers.

"Let's go, cuz," Matteo said, encouraging Gio to get naked. "The fun's
about to begin."

The showers at the climbing gym consisted of private stalls rather than
some big open room. None were currently occupied. Hanging his towel on a
hook, the handsome stranger dashed into one of the stalls and turned on the
water. Splashing sounds and a cloud of steam emerged from behind the
curtain. Matteo boldly walked up to the stall and shunted aside the
curtain.

"Hey," called the dude. "What gives?"

Standing naked and wet, he looked even more amazing. His dark curls dangled
in every direction, his muscular hide slick and sheening. His gigantic
uncut cock dripped with water and, Gio thought, maybe just a few drops of
precum. Though the guy's rod was still pointing downward, it looked like it
had grown ever so slightly fuller and thicker and his hairy nutsack had
pulled upward just a bit. Matteo said nothing, just proudly displaying the
full extent of his own manly virility, his superlative sausage, his
stupendous body, and those mischievous eyes staring luridly at the gorgeous
stud before him.

"Do I... know you?" said the slick hunk in the shower as he began
absentmindedly pawing at his stiffening dong.

Matteo curled his lips into a smile and grabbed his enormous uncut wang,
which was now at half-mast.

The shower model seemed unsure what was going on. Gio was in a mental
similar state, though there was something happening to his body, some kind
of vibration passing back and forth between him, his cousin, and the
stranger that was making both Gio's dick and asshole twitch. The scent of
BO rose from his body and he found himself standing next to Matteo, the two
of them looking almost like twins, with their matching Italian salamis in
hand, the dome of their mushroom tips starting to point directly upward as
precum beaded on their rounded ends.

Almost as if hypnotized, the hunky stranger came closer, his fingertips
brushing against Gio and Matteo's heaving pecs, his eyes locked on their
colossal cocks, his face sweeping in close so that their lips nearly
touched.

"Wow..." the guy said. "You're both so fucking hot. Can I..."

But he couldn't even finish his sentence before his knees buckled and his
lips came down right atop Matteo's mammoth member, which sailed directly
into his throat. The dude's pencil mustache was suddenly right against
Matteo's crotch, his mouth stretched to its fullest by the magnificent
girth of Matteo's tool. Matteo wasted no time in placing his hands on the
back of the guy's wet head and starting to bash that skull with his
pharaonic prong. In an out, in and out, went Matteo's monumental johnson,
the two of them moaning and groaning in their communion.

"Fuck yeah, bro," Matteo said. "Take my dirty cock. You're such a
dong-hungry slut, aren't you?"

All the guy could do was look up submissively, his throat full of Matteo's
weiner, and nod his head and whimper as he took the punishing assault like
a champ. Watching the scene, Gio was painfully erect, a copious stream of
pre-jizz now oozing from his prodigious pecker.

"Good job, slut," Matteo said. "Now take care of my cousin over here."

The compliant stranger immediately moved his mouth to slurp down Gio's
gigantic anaconda, the sensation sending Gio into the stratosphere. He'd
never gotten head from anyone before and now, with his banging bazooka
tickling a supremely-stacked stud's tonsils as the stud fondled his
sensitive nuts, Gio understood why so many people talked about the
unparalleled pleasure of oral sex. That warm mouth, that slick tongue, the
way the stranger's throat wrapped around and embraced every inch of Gio's
thick wang, it was almost too much and he nearly nutted just from the
overwhelming sensations coursing from his crotch to the rest of his body.

Somehow, Matteo had maneuvered the three of them into the stall for a
semi-private affair, though the curtain remained ajar and anyone who wanted
a peek at that gorgeous three-way man candy was welcome to get an
eyeful. The stranger stood up and, with warm water dripping down their
stacked bodies, the three of them rubbed against one another and made out,
their hands tugging on each other's hard uncut cocks, their fingers
caressing every curve of muscle and ass. At any given moment, Gio wasn't
sure who he was touching or who was touching him. Was he supposed to feel
up his cousin like this? Was it supposed to feel this good? His mind had
spun away to a place beyond rational sense and all he could do was give in
to the magical pleasure of this tripartite union.

"ULP!" said the sexy stranger as he looked back to find Matteo's enormous
dong-head slipping into his crack.

"That's right, bro," said Matteo, leering with a lustful grin. "Open up
wide for me. There's a lot more dong coming for you."

The stranger's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he fell against Gio,
arching out his ass to accommodate ever more of Matteo's magnificent
magnitude. Aroused beyond all measure, Gio watched as inch after inch of
his cousin's mighty schlong slid into the perfectly sculpted butt cheeks
before him.

"NNNHHHGH! NNNHHGH!" cried the stranger as Matteo began railing him without
mercy, repeatedly pushing his huge hog ever further into that slick back
channel. Bending over, the stud put Gio's gigantic jockstick back into his
mouth so that now he was getting assaulted from both ends, Eiffel Towered
between the ravishing cousins.

Bucking his hips wildly, Matteo placed his hand on the stranger's shoulder
and pounded him for all he was worth. He grinned at Gio, giving him a wink
that said: Isn't this the fucking best? Despite how confused he was by the
whole situation, Gio couldn't complain at finding his whole prong shoved
down the throat of a sexy gym bunny while getting to watch his cousin fuck
the living daylights out of an incredible asshole.

"OOOHHH!! AHHHHHHH!" groaned the stud muffin as he writhed between the two
cousins, his eyes screwed closed with a look of utmost rapture.

Gio felt a warm wet splooge of hot boy cream hit his leg and he realized
that their dually-penetrated friend had just shot his wad, a pretty
incredibly turn of events since nobody was touching his dick and he'd
climaxed from anal stimulation alone.

"Fuck yeah, slut!" said Matteo, sticking out his tongue. "That's a good
boy! Feels so fucking good on my cock."

And with that, he pulled Gio forward and began to make out with his cousin
right there over the brawny back of their mutual conquest. Butterflies
fluttered in Gio's stomach as his cousin's tongue slipped against his own,
the feeling both so wrong and so right at the same time. The two near-twins
pressed their foreheads together as they continued hammering away at the
orifices beneath them.

"Cuz, I am so close," whispered Matteo.

"Me too," moaned Gio.

"Let's blow together."

"Nnngghh..."

"On the count of three... ready?"

"Mmmmhmmm..."

"One...."

"T-two...."

"THREE!" they cried in unison.

At the exact same time, the two sexy cousins each achieved a celestial
orgasm, their faces contorting with looks of absolute bliss as their
gigantic uncut dongs fired off a ridiculous quantity of fresh nut butter. A
deluge of raw raunchy sauce flooded into the ass and throat of the hot
stranger between them, spurt after spurt of delectable jism in a torrent so
copious that it came leaking out in streams down his gorgeous cheeks, both
front and back. The skewered stud was so overwhelmed with ecstasy that he
attained his own culmination, a second assgasm brought about from sheer joy
at being on the receiving end of so much amazing skeet. Another blast of
o-gravy fired from his rock hard schlong, splattering Gio's legs again and
making a mess on the floor of the shower.

Whimpering, the stranger fell to the tiles, mewling with pleasure as
delighted birdies spun around his head.

"Nice job, broski," said Matteo, high-fiving his cousin and padding
away. "That was some of the best sex I've ever had."

Gio, who had heretofore been basically a virgin, agreed, though his mind
was all twisted as he watched his cousin's superb rear end shake while
heading back towards the lockers.

* * * *

Later, Gio found himself alone, his thoughts in turmoil as he wandered the
area near campus. After coming down from their sex high, he and Matteo had
gotten dressed in the locker room together. Gio had desperately wanted to
ask his cousin an enormous number of questions but there, in public, Matteo
had only consented to run down a quick list of what he called "The Rules".

"Ok, cuz," Matteo said, leaning in for a close conspiratorial whisper, his
hairy unclothed pecs rubbing Gio's shoulder. "You're now officially
inaugurated into our little club. From now on, you can get the most primo
dick and ass basically any time you want."

"B-but... how does it work?" Gio stammered.

Matteo winked. "It's magic, bro. Don't question it too much. All you got to
do is keep in mind a few things."

"Like what?"

"Here's the rules: Whenever you see some sexy tail, all you need to do is
approach them. The moment you get close, the magic will take over and
you're golden."

"Okay..."

"But it only works on certain guys. Specifically, they need to either be in
a frat or have once been frat bros."

"How'm I supposed to know if that's the case?"

"C'mon, cuz, a frat bro can spot a frat bro from a million miles away."

"I guess."

"And then the last thing, and this is the most important part, you can't
fuck ANYBODY in our frat. Alpha Alpha Alpha boys are strictly off limits,
otherwise the magic disappears."

Gio caught his cousin's eye, trying to work out exactly how much to believe
what Matteo was telling him.

"Alright, broski," said Matteo. "I gotta bounce. You have fun out
there. Smooches!"

And with that, he slipped on his shirt, slapped Gio on the ass, and headed
out of the gym.

Passing beneath a highway in the hot summer sun, Gio considered everything
that he'd learned. His cousin was some kind of grand master in a secret
maybe magical sex cult hidden away in a frat house at their
university. Their rituals were strange and yet also exciting and the
results... well, he couldn't argue with the amazing experience he'd just
had in the shower. That stranger's mouth had been heavenly and watching
Matteo fuck that beautiful ass had taken Gio's mind to places he'd never
imagined. Plus, there had been a steamy make-out session with his own
cousin... But just how exactly did that figure into Matteo's rules against
sex with the fraternity brothers?

Unable to parse his new situation, Gio wandered further and further,
absorbed in his thoughts. A tall tower rose before him in an isolated and
industrial area. Fire-escape-style stairs ran all around its outer
extent. Descending from the second story were two jogging men.

"Hup! Hup!" one of the men cried, calling back to the second one.

"Yo, wait up for me, man!" his friend responded. "I'm so freaking sweaty
right now."

Gio could see that. The two men, now at the base of the staircase, were
dripping in the heat of the day. Both were shirtless, exposing some wide
and spectacularly hairy muscle-bound chests, with huge shoulders and biceps
the size of Gio's head. Around their lower halves, they wore heavy
fireman's pants, complemented by the red fireman's hats upon their heads.

"Hey there, bud," one of the firemen said to Gio. "You happen to have any
water? I'm dyin' over here."

Reaching into his backpack, Gio pulled out his green metal water bottle.

"Thanks, man," said the stunning sweaty stud, taking the offered
bottle. "We really should've picked a cooler day to train."

"C'mon now," said his partner, who had tight and lovely curls that were
going just the tiniest bit of silver at the ends. "You've still got 20 more
rounds before you can quit."

"Screw you, boss. All we do is go up and down, up and down these stairs."
His piercing blue eyes fell on Gio. "Isn't there anything more fun we can
try today?"

"I dunno, sport," said the older man, crossing his hairy arms in front of
his heaving chest. "What are you suggesting?"

The younger fireman didn't seem to be listening, his gaze completely caught
on Gio. He wiped his sheening brow, giving Gio an exquisite look at the
superbly thick bush of hair in his armpit. An intoxicating smell wafted
over to the college student.

"Wuff!" said the stacked stranger. "I'm pretty ripe right now."

"Oh yeah?" responded his boss. "Let me get a whiff." Promptly, he buried
his nose in that dense nest of stank. "UNNNFFF... you're smelling mighty
nice, son."

"Hey," said the younger fireman, waggling his eyebrows at Gio. "Wanna come
get a sniff of this?"

Unable to figure out what was going on, and just how he'd stumbled into
this porn-tastic scene, Gio staggered forward. His face immediately fell
into the dude's celestial armpit, encircling his senses in the ambrosial
aroma of BO. The fireman was a good head taller than Gio, meaning that Gio
basically only came up to that armpit and its toe-curling
redolence. Without waiting, the fireman grabbed the back of Gio's head and
shoved him even further into that hirsute stank center, causing Gio to
stick out his tongue and taste the salty, almost supernatural flavor of
manly funk.

"Fuck yeah, boy," said the man with the silver-flecked hair. "Somebody
trained you good, didn't they?"

Grabbing Gio's head, this second stud forced him into his own pit,
rendering the college student stupefied with the overwhelming sensation of
another virile guy's odor. By this point, Gio's giant uncut dick was rock
hard and dripping while his fuzzy hole was twitching with anticipation.

"I think I know what this kid wants," said the first fireman, peeling off
Gio's pants. The magnificent magnitude of his boner came springing out,
slapping Gio on the abs and leaving a slimy slick of pre-semen on his happy
trail. "OOOF! Look at those hairy cheeks!"

And with that, the fireman dove into Gio's ass-crack, nuzzling his nose up
and down that chasm and licking his tongue across Gio's furry
puck. Meanwhile, the older fireman had removed his own pants, revealing a
brobdingnagian banana that was fully erect and shiny with pre-cum, its
delicious head peeking from the tip of the most luscious foreskin Gio could
imagine.

"Get on down there, boy," commanded the fireman, shoving Gio's mouth atop
that mountain of man flesh, which instantly sailed in Gio's throat,
stuffing his gullet with its mind-blowing girth and heft. "Oh yeah, you're
a good little cock-sucker, aren't you, boy?"

He began to rail Gio mercilessly with his enormous organ, battering the
college student's face with a pair of ponderously low-hanging nuts that
slapped him across the cheeks again and again. Gio moaned with pleasure
from the astounding assault, loving the feeling of having his craw jammed
full of pharaonic dong.

Meanwhile, the other fireman was lingually exploring Gio's backdoor,
flicking his tongue further and further into Gio's hole, making it shiver
with delight as Gio wiggled his rear to try to take in ever more of that
blissful rim job. His brain was by this point completely turned off, his
own thoughts focused on the rush of sex and how incredible every inch of
his body felt.

"Let me get a taste of that ass," barked the man currently railing Gio's
face with his stellar bazooka.

"All yours, boss," said the junior fireman, spinning Gio around.

Immediately, the older man sent his needy tongue between Gio's rounded
cheeks while Gio himself turned to face the other fireman's now-nude lower
half. There, Gio was confronted with a breathtaking sight: The cock before
him preposterously large, steel-hard, uncut, massively thick, and drenched
with pre-jizz.

"ULP!" Gio said as the man crammed that unbelievable prize directly past
Gio's eager lips, ruthlessly pounding his mouth with a towering specimen of
virile manhood and smacking his chin with two balls so heavy they were
making Gio see stars. The scent of a sweaty crotch enveloped Gio's nose,
turning him up to an even more phenomenal degree.

"Fuck yeah, boy," said the rimming fireman, standing and smacking Gio on
the rear. "Time to take this puck for a spin."

Before Gio could even make sense of his sentence, the older dude had placed
the flaring wet head of his monstrous prong against Gio's tight virgin
hole. A second later, Gio felt his ass getting stretched as the improbable
extent of that hot uncut wang began to slide up into his snug back chute.

"UNFFF," said his penetrator. "You're a little stiff, ain't ya? Don't
worry, we can fix that."

And with that, he lobbed a fat glob of spit on Gio's caboose, allowing his
humongous hog to slip an inch further into Gio's antechamber. Gio's eyes
rolled to the back of his head as his sphincter melted and a rapid influx
of unparalleled sensations vibrated throughout his body. Who could have
known that getting dicked down by a such a staggering sausage could feel so
extraordinary? Within moments, the older fireman had bottomed out in Gio's
bottom and he began rapidly moving in and out, reaming every inch of that
newly-relaxed hole with his massive battering ram. Losing himself to the
stupendous experience of being spit-roasted between two king kong ding
dongs, Gio became consumed by carnal pleasure, his entire soul caught up in
the mind-boggling double bonging he was now receiving.

"There ya go, son," said the man jack-hammering his rear. "You're doing
such a good job taking my cock."

"Hey, c'mon, boss," said the dude pounding his front. "Don't keep all that
good hole to yourself."

"Just... MMFFF... just give me bit longer. This... UNNGGHH... this ass is
amazing!"

"MMHHMMM... I'm gonna need a turn sooner or later... GGHHHNN... if it's
anything like his throat..."

"AHHH... I just gotta... NHHH... just gotta... OOHHHHH!"

A pulsation in Gio's puck let him know that the older fireman was splooging
inside him, filling him with a warm fresh load of hot man cream. The volume
must have been unbelievable, since Gio could feel his entire back tunnel
get flooded as cum pooled on his asshole and dripped down his crack. Until
this moment, the college student had never realized his deep and abiding
need to get bred by as many studs as possible, to get fucked and seeded
again and again and again.

"Alright, boss," said the fireman crowding Gio's throat. "You've had your
fun."

"WUUFF! I'll say. Though I'm still rock hard."

"Yeah, well, that's probably because this tail is so freaking sweet."

"Hell yes it is. Here you go..."

Two dongs plopped out of Gio's opposing orifices and the boy was spun
around. Instantly, two colossal and steel-stiff dongs plunged back into
throat and chute and Gio felt himself whole again. His last shred of
rational brain space understood that this is what the stranger in the
shower must have been experiencing, a dual-ended assault by two incredible
implements, leaving him dumbfounded that he'd ever missed out on such joys
before. His major uncut cock was inconceivably erect and sputtering
unprocessed boy batter like a sprinkler by this point, his every fiber and
being afire with licentious desire.

"Holy crap, boss, you weren't kidding. This hole is straight up
sensational! It's swallowing my huge anaconda like a pro."

"Must be cause I got it all loosened up and cum slick for you, son."

"Fuckkkk... you know how much I like pounding a puck after you've skeeted
in it."

"I gotta say that this mouth is pretty damn beautiful too. His tongue keeps
running around my thick shaft as I hammer away at his throat."

"Hot damn, I love watching your gigantic wang going in and out between some
dude's lips."

"Can't complain about my view either, sport. Your dong is so large and long
that I doubt this boy will be able to sit right for weeks."

"Ah shit, boss, you're making me blush."

"Yeah? Well you're making me get close to cumming a second time."

"Oh yeah? I wanna see your 'O-face again, boss."

"How about we do it together?"

"Was just thinking the exact same thing."

"How you doing down there, boy?" the older fireman said to Gio, wrapping
the college student's jumbo dumbo with his calloused fingers and jacking
that uncut Italian salami.

Tears were streaming from Gio's eyes as he accepted the bilateral assault
on his body. All he could do was listen to the firemen's dirty talk and nod
his head slightly to indicate the absolute ecstasy being induced in him by
this activity.

"I think he likes it," said the younger fireman. "I can feel his ass
clenching around my massive mammoth."

"MMM... that's getting me closer, son..."

"Hell yeah, daddy. I'm right there with you."

"I'll bet we can all get there at the same time."

"I'm right on the edge right now."

"Then let's make these last moments count."

"Fuck yeah, really bang the shit out of him."

"UNNFFF... UNFFFF...."

"MMHHHHH.... MHHHHH...."

"GHHNNN... GHNNNN..."

"RRHHNN... RRHNNN...."

"OH SHIT..."

"SAME...."

"I'M CUUUUUMINNGGGG!!!!"

"ME TOOOOOOOO!!!!"

Two dongs twitched inside either end of Gio, their flaring dick-ends
swelling to an even greater extent than before. Hot loads of raw delectable
ball sauce came streaming from the firemen's firehoses, a deluge of
indecent wang relish that filled up Gio's ass and throat like never before,
making him choke, sputter, mewl, and clench his ass as an incredible climax
wracked his own body and his cock fired off spurt after spurt of scorching
fresh nut butter, producing more jizm than Gio could ever remember. All
three men howled with delight, their incomparable organs shivering and
convulsing as they discharged a copious consignment of cum. Slowly, their
heaving orgasms subsided and the two firemen pulled out of Gio, whose body
was now drenched in sticky skeet.

"That was amazing," said the younger man, pulling Gio into a French kiss.

"You're a wonder, boy," said his older companion, rubbing his body against
Gio's.

"We should probably get back to training, eh, boss?"

"Yeah but please, son, take our numbers before you go."

Lost in a daze of post-orgasmic bliss, Gio smiled a dopey smile and felt
himself floating away into cloud nine.

* * * * *

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