Gio woke to the sound of his bed creaking and the sight of his linebacker roommate Derrick standing over his head.
"Hnnnnhhh??" said Gio, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
Derrick was wearing a shit-eating grin, his beautiful face looking down his incredibly stacked chest and abs as he used his hand to point his massive raging dong downward and thrust it toward's Gio's mouth.
"Open up, broseph," Derrick said.
In his post-sleep daze, Gio could do nothing but instinctively pry apart his lips and feel Derrick's insane uncut trouser snake slide directly into his throat.
"Mmmmfffff!" Derrick moaned, bottoming out in Gio's gullet, his huge hairy nuts pressing forcefully against Gio's chin.
Derrick immediately began skull fucking Gio's dome, slamming his mammoth anaconda in and out and in and out of Gio's supple maw.
"Fuck! Fuck!" whimpered Derrick, battering Gio's fore-end with his powerful prong.
He grabbed Gio's head and started going even harder, making stars spin around Gio's brow as he took the assault like a cock-sucking champ. Despite not understanding what he'd woken up to (and just barely able to remember that he wasn't supposed to do anything sexual with his fellow Alpha Alpha Alpha bros) Gio was loving the sensation of getting donged silly by his smoking stud of a roommate, slurping up as much of that thick pipe as he could and running his tongue all over its pulsating shaft.
"Oh shit," said Derrick, his nards tightening against his crotch. "Fuck, dude, you look just like him..."
And with that Derrick threw back his head and shoved his enormous erection all the way into Gio's throat, releasing a colossal volley of hot fresh spunk straight past Gio's tonsils and even pulling out to paint Gio's face with a few extra spurts of creamy man batter. Shaking his dick at the end, Derrick winked at Gio and then leaned in to kiss him.
"Thanks, broski," Derrick said. "You're such a good friend and roommate."
And with that, he disappeared down the hallway to shower, leaving Gio completely confused as to what had just happened. The truth was that the past few days had been some of the most sexual of Gio's life. At just about every opportunity, he found himself in raunchy situations over which he seemingly had little control. Earlier in the week, he somehow came across a ripped janitor in a tucked-away bathroom on campus who proceeded to shuck his dirty overalls and dive his gigantic uncut banana into Gio's tight needy keister. In another instance, three burly rugby players had cornered him in the gym and taken turns banging him from both ends until all of them splooged multiple times into his mouth and ass. And just last night, he'd ended up at a frat party for a different house, where he wandered down to the basement and found a huge gay orgy going on. His clothes had come off and somewhere between all the dick sucking, he had crawled into a sling, hoisting his legs up in the air and exposing his perfect hairy puck so that just about every dude in the room had access to his rear. He'd taken load after load during an hours-long fuck train. In every case, Gio remained baffled as to exactly how he'd ended up in this paradise of cock and balls and cum even as a part of him knew they were his own deepest fantasies coming to life. He was giving off an aura of absolute sluttiness and damned if it wasn't incredible.
"Yo, cuz," Matteo said, walking into Gio's room without knocking. "Woah! What happened? You just finished a jerk sesh?"
His bearded hunk of a cousin, who looked nearly like Gio in just about every way, walked forward and rubbed a finger across Gio's face, scooping up a heaping helping of Derrick's fresh nut butter. Both boys stared at the silky splooge, which glistened on Matteo's fingers like a delectable prize. Without warning, Matteo stuck his fingers in his mouth, savoring that hot dude fluid as he closed his eyes and appreciated the reward.
"Mmm-mmmm!" Matteo said. "Dang, cuz. That is some fine skeet. Doesn't really taste a whole lot like mine but I bet we'll start converging as we share the same diet here at the frat."
"Matteo..." Gio said, wanting to explain the cum on his face while also unsure how his cousin would react to the truth.
"Dang, dude," Matteo said, talking over him. "I'm also super freaking horny this morning. Feeling the need to get bred if you know what I mean. C'mon, you're not jizzed out yet, right? Let's go chase some dong. I know a good spot."
Barely waiting for Gio to wipe his face with a dirty pair of briefs and then slip on a skimpy pair of running shorts, Matteo led his cousin towards the campus. Along the way, Gio couldn't help but stare at his cousin's hot ass, which was barely contained inside some tiny jogging shorts, the hairy triangle at the top of his cheeks occasionally becoming visible as Matteo's tank top billowed in the wind. Fuck, Matteo's luscious caboose was such a marble slab of manly perfection, thought Gio. Despite the fact that he'd been getting dongs up his bum on the regular lately, Gio had hardly ever considered whether or not his cousin liked to get bunged where the sun don't shine. The thought of a thick dick prying open Matteo's tight hole made Gio's mind spin. He wondered how often his cousin indulged in such sensational pleasures.
"Holy shit, cuz," Matteo said, pointing to a small building near the math department. "Check out that prime hunk of beef straight ahead."
At the building's doorway stood one of the university's professors, a crazily stacked muscleman looking like an old-time weight lifter who'd decided to put on a pair of skintight khakis and a button-down that was one size too small. The MFer's fuzzy forearms protruded from his rolled-up sleeves and a nest of wiry chest hairs were sticking out from below his collar. On his gorgeous bearded face, he wore a gruff expression, as if he didn't want any trouble that morning. Giving the cousins a stink-eye, he disappeared into the building.
"Unnfff," cried Matteo, grabbing his inflating junk through his shorts. "I'm getting majorly chubbed just from seeing that stallion. C'mon, let's follow."
And so they did, entering the building. Gio found himself in a smoke-filled room that stank of vaguely of dude, containing a tangle of couches and a dozen or more daddy professors. Most were relaxing, chatting, some holding cigarettes or grading papers. Gio recognized the place as a faculty lounge that seemed to skew entirely towards men, all of whom were now staring directly at the bold pair of nearly-identical Italian cousins.
"Hey," said the gruff-faced stud, who stood closest to the door, his prominent bulge apparent inside his slacks. "This area's for university employees only. You two aren't allowed in here."
"Izzat so?" asked Matteo, grinning like an imp. "Sorry, sir, we must've gotten a bit lost."
"Get out," replied the professor.
"Oh, of course, sir," said Matteo in an innocent voice. "Our apologies. Maybe we need to be taught a lesson."
"Hrrrmmm." The professor didn't budge, crossing his trunk-like arms across his massive pecs. Despite the guy's demeanor, Gio could see a wet stain begin to spread across the front of his pants.
"The thing is, sir," said Matteo. "We're both just dumb lunks. Clumsy fools who don't always know what they're doing. In fact... whoops..."
And with that, the randy frat boy fell forward, reaching his hands out for something to steady himself. His fingers snagged the professor's belt loops and, somehow, he managed to shuck those khakis straight to the ground, releasing one of the largest cocks Gio had ever seen. Dude was hanging major dong, a beer-can-thick salami that would've shot past the end of a ruler, with a beautiful dick vein, mouthwatering foreskin, and a perfectly-tapered tip that sailed directly into Matteo's open mouth and lodged into the depths of his throat.
"Grfffllggg," said Matteo, pushing his face forward to take that beastly bazooka down to the root.
"NNNGGGGHHH!" moaned the huge-dicked stranger, throwing his head back as his colossal cream stick vanished into Matteo's maw. "Unfff! Unffff! UNNFFF!" he cried, bashing his crotch against Matteo's face.
With the scent of sex in the air, the remainder of the daddy professors formed a circle around the cousins.
"You horny little sluts," said one, lifting his shirt to reveal his stanky armpits and blast of wiry hairs sprayed across his body.
"Probably looking to feel a real man reaming their guts," said another, whipping out an uncut baton just about as big as the first guy's.
"What I wouldn't give to taste that ass," said a mustachioed third, licking his lips.
Before he knew what was happening, Gio found himself on his knees with five or six enormous dongs surrounding his head, each of them taking turns to whap him across the cheeks or beat their mammoth rods on his neck and shoulders.
"Awww yeah," came the delighted calls from over Gio's head as he began going to town on those titanic tools, shoving them down his throat as fast as he could. He instantly got lost in a daze of dick, the virile stink of balls and foreskin swirling around his nose as the insatiable need to get face-fucked filled his body. The lustful freshman became a cocksucking madman, gagging on rod after rod, covering them in spit even as pre-cum drizzled from their incredible piss-slits.
At some point, he managed to look over and see that Matteo was already buck naked on all fours, the first professor's schlong still pumping in and out of his mouth as the remaining educators lined up to bang his ass. One leaned down to rub his bearded cheeks on Matteo's supremely hairy tush and then stick a tongue into Matteo's hole to toss his salad with expert precision.
"MMMHGGGGFFFF!" whimpered Matteo, looking like he was receiving some of the best sex of his life.
Unable to restrain himself, one of the professors began cramming his monumental wang directly into Matteo's puck, even as that other guy continued to rim him. With both a tongue and dong in his butt, Matteo squirmed with delight and then unhinged his jaw even further so that the dude plowing his face could really go at it, just skull-fucking the shit out of the desperate frat boy.
By this point, Gio's clothes had also come off and he could feel many meaty hands pawing at his exposed cheeks. Somebody spit on his hole and soon there were thick fingers entering his fundament as he moaned and kept up his frantic cock sucking.
"Okay, whore," somebody said. "Get ready, cause I've got to have this cunt pronto."
Gio's eyes bugged out of his head as his sphincter was stretched to incredible dimensions and he managed to take a peek back and see that the hot hunk entering him had an elephantine erection thick as a drain pipe.
"FUCCKKKKKK!" cried Gio, feeling his body go limp. "Give it to me, sir! I fucking need your seed!"
The dude didn't have to be told twice and instantly started bashing Gio's backside with unparalleled force, sodomizing that hole like it was his job. The rest of the professors were spitting on Gio's face and body, cramming their cocks in his mouth, and yanking back his hair to show him that they were in charge. He was by this point in a realm of pure pleasure, his every fiber keyed up beyond belief as he felt an explosion in his keister and the first hunk of virile spunk go shooting into his puck. The aroma of cum and ass seemed to drive the men into a more feverish bacchanalia and they began shoving one another aside to be the next one getting to pound their eminently breedable sex toy.
Meanwhile, Matteo was receiving the same treatment by the remaining studs, being filled from both ends by humongous hung men and their unbelievable prongs. Cum was dripping from his keister and his lips and the orgy showed no sign of letting up. Gio felt the amazing mushroom head of a colossal cock repeatedly battering his sensitive prostate and then a release as a geyser of jizm rocketed from his own super-hard sausage.
"UNNNGGGHHHH!" he cried. "It's so fucking deep inside me."
"You ready to receive my load?" growled the rugged, ripped professor daddy plowing him with a banging bazooka.
All Gio could do was nod as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and the fresh warmth of another nut butter flood in his ass. The thick cock twitched as it deposited its unbelievable bequest and then slid out so that Gio could get bred by one of the many horned-up men waiting their turn. Endless inches of dong went in and out of his tight tender hole, a blur of sex and spunk and sweat and spit that felt like it would never end. Somewhere in the maelstrom of epic males, Gio saw Matteo in much the same position, on all fours as massive mammoth members repeatedly jizzed in his throat and puck. Somehow, the crowd of burly men managed to bring the young frat boys closer together. Gio's rational brain was by this point completely blasted out of his body. He saw his near-twin of a cousin, with his amazing pelt of chest hair, his rock hard abs, his ginormous gonzo prong, and his insanely-marbled ass, and felt a blossoming in his heart. Drawn face-to-face, the two boys locked eyes and then dove towards one another and pressed together their lips in the most passionate kiss either had ever experienced, all while each continued to get plowed from behind by a professor daddy.
"NNNNNGHHHHHHH!" cried Gio.
"GNNNNNNGGGHHH!" moaned Matteo.
Their prostates overstimulated and their emotions aroused, the cousins each began to fire major rope from their colossal pocket rockets, an anal orgasm that sent both Gio and Matteo into the stratosphere. Continuous geysers of hot man cream squirted from their flaring dick-ends, a load spreading all across their abs, another on their chests, another on their faces, and then another on each other's faces. Gio licked his cousin's salty output, tasting the ambrosial nectar as a burly bear climaxed into his well-used antechamber. Before either cousin could say anything, they were whisked off by different groups and roughly fucked for what felt like forever.
When the orgy finally let out, Matteo came up to Gio with his mischievous grin and patted him on his cum-slick back.
"That was fucking amazing, eh cuz? Love teaming up with you to chase down dong."
Gio felt butterflies in his stomach.
"Y-yeah... I had a hot time as well."
"Man, I was so drunk on wang I had no idea what I was doing there for a while."
"Same."
"Anyhow, cuz, let's go get wiped off. I'm famished and would kill for a burger about now."
And so they went to find a bathroom and then a meal.
Later, Gio sat in his room at the frat and tried to piece together the events of his life. Joining the Alpha Alpha Alpha house had sent him into a strange world of demonic rituals and never-ending carnal adventures. He wanted to understand what was going on. He felt like he was on the edge of a precipice at all times, with comprehension just out of reach. Blaise had told him he could control reality, so why didn't it feel that way? What would happen right now if he willed his deepest desires into being?
A knock came at his door. When Gio opened it, he found Blaise standing on the other side in his usual tiny shorts, bare chest, and sneakers while smiling a beautiful smile.
"Alright, dude," he said. "What do you want me to do?"
Sighing at the sight of this exquisite stoner, with those captivating green eyes and that gorgeous long blond hair, Gio stepped aside to invite Blaise into his room.
"Uh..." was all Gio could say as Blaise took a seat on the rug and pulled out a blunt.
He watched the hairy hippie light the end of his cheroot and take a deep hit. Everything Blaise did looked so effortless. Gio wanted even a tiny shred of the same confidence. He took the offered blunt and put it to his lips. As the THC settled in his brain, he stared at Blaise.
"Why did you come here?"
Blaise raised an eyebrow.
"You still don't know, homie? You drew me here. Your signals are basically un-ignorable."
"But what are those signals? How am I sending them out?"
Curlicues of smoke wafted from Blaise's mouth, framing his handsome face.
"You just are."
"Please..."
"I know. I know. You want me to explain better, right?"
Gio nodded.
Blaise leaned back and shucked off his shorts. His colossal uncut dong stood straight up, leaking rivulets of pre-cum.
"You sure you don't want to suck down on this hog? I could also turn over so you can munch my fuzzy hole and then stuff your insane pipe in my keister."
An ache of powerful yearning moved through Gio's body but all he did was take off his own clothes, releasing his own enormous erect prong, so that the two of them could sit together naked. The position made him feel vulnerable but, at the same time, he was enjoying this intimacy with Blaise.
"Tell me what's going on," Gio said.
Blaise shook his head. "Don't know what to say that I didn't before. You've tapped into the prima materia of reality, bro."
"Prima..."
"The formless quintessence of the universe. The stuff of which we are all made. That which truly and genuinely exists, above and beyond the veil imposed on us by being."
"I still don't get it. These aren't concepts I'm familiar with."
"Look," said Blaise, leaning over to place a gentle palm on Gio's furry chest. "This is us, together in this moment. You don't feel the magic?"
Gio could barely speak. His shaft and crotch were wet with raw ball nectar, his cock so hard he almost couldn't think straight. His eyes fell on the amethyst crystal hanging from Blaise's neck.
"What does that do?" he asked.
"Ha! This old thing. It's supposed to prevent intoxication. Protection against the power of others, nefarious ones like your twin brother or whatever. But against you it's completely ineffective."
"Why?"
Blaise shrugged. "You think I know? No one's ever come across a person with your access to the fundament before. My fellow hippie compatriots have no idea what to make of you."
"So you guys are all in like a magic group or something?"
"I mean, it's basically the same as your frat bros. Just that our rituals are true while yours are corrupted."
"But who came up with all these rituals? How did anyone discover this stuff?"
"Dude, it wasn't discovered. Men like us have always existed. We are one with the cosmos, as has always been the case since the dawn of human history."
An image flashed in Gio's mind, naked muscular men wearing crowns of antlers going to town on one another's dicks and rears. Blaise met his eyes with a look of recognition.
"See?" Blaise said. "You know what I'm talking about. You have the gift of true sight."
"But how do I control it? Why can't I just imagine something and have it happen?"
Blaise shook his head and chuckled. "The crazy thing is that you somehow can't see what's right in front of your face. You're already doing that."
"B-but... I'm not."
An expression of absolute warmth passed over Blaise's face.
"You're really cute, to be honest. Dumb, but cute."
And with that, he came forward and kissed Gio, a soft and perfect embrace that made Gio's heart flutter. Smiling with his emerald eyes, Blaise tumbled backwards and stuck his feet in the air, exposing his amazing hirsute hole.
"Please," Blaise whispered. "Please eat me out and then ream me."
Despite his remaining confusion, Gio was no longer able to control himself. He shoved his nose into Blaise's astonishing caboose and inhaled with zeal. The scent of sweat and man funk swirled around his head. As his mind dissolved, his tongue came out and he began lapping at Blaise's hairy mangina like an animal at a watering hole.
"MMMMNNNN!!" moaned Blaise. "Fuck yes! You're making me feel so good."
Beneath Gio's ministrations, Blaise's sphincter opened and soon Gio was tongue-fucking him with abandon. The odor of Gio's own armpits and leaking cock were taking him to a place beyond time and all he could think about was how much he needed to unite with the splendid creature before him.
"Oh, Gio!" cried Blaise. "Don't stop. I love watching you tongue my tight fuzzy puck."
"RRRRGGGHH!" growled Gio, aroused to an insane degree. "Holy crap, dude, you taste amazing."
"Keep going, bro. You're the master of salad tossing right now."
Of course, Gio couldn't contain himself to merely experiencing Blaise's insides with his mouth. With a grunt he mounted the hot hairy hippie and instantly thrust his massive uncut dong into Blaise's warm posterior all the way down to the balls.
"UUNNNNNFFFFF!" shouted Gio.
"MMMMFFFFFUUUCCCKKKK!" groaned Blaise, shaking his head from side to side with pleasure.
"Dude, your ass feels incredible."
"And your wang is stretching me out soooooooo nicely, bro!"
"Gonna bang the shit out of you."
"Abso-fucking-lutely, stud."
Gio's hips proceeded to pump up and down in a rollicking rhythm that sent both college hunks into conniptions of absolute ecstasy. Gio repeatedly pulled his massive pole all the way out of Blaise's complaisant compartment and then slammed that Italian salami as far into Blaise's guts as he could. Sweat and spit were dripping from their bodies as the stank of hot and heavy dude sex filled the air. Between labored panting, Blaise whimpered that Gio was pressing right against his prostate but he could barely get half the sentence out when a huge gusher of man cream came squirting from his flaring dick-end. The salty splooge sailed in an arc over their heads before coming back to splatter all over Blaise's face. Howling in a canine frenzy, Gio leaned down and licked up that allotment even as he continued assaulting the hippie's muscle-bound and fur-covered ass.
"Damn, dude," said Gio, marveling at Blaise's colossal cock. "You're still so fucking hard."
"You've got me keyed-up like a mother fucker, you incredible hunk. Please keep delivering that divine dick!"
Gio didn't have to be told twice, increasing the speed of his thrusts and pistoning in and out of Blaise's impeccable tushie. They were each far past rational thought, wanting nothing more than to bone each other forever. Both were surprised when another gigantic squirt of raunch sauce came shooting out from Blaise's sterling erection. This time the massive glob splashed Gio across the cheeks, covering his beautiful beard in gooey gluey-ooey. Laughing with delight, Blaise lapped up his own emissions before his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he gave himself up to the ridonkulous donging he was receiving.
"F-fuck dude..." whimpered Gio. "FFFUUCKKKKKKKKKK!!"
As if struck by lightning, the frat boy achieved his own climax, shooting hot rounds of raw rope right into the tight hole wrapped so perfectly around his prong. For a moment, he slowed down but then realized that his boner wasn't going away and neither was the randiness suffusing his body. Plowing Blaise's cum-slick antechamber some more, he fired off a second dispensation of creamy cock chalk in as many seconds.
"Okay... okay...." panted Gio. "I think I need a break."
"No can do, broski," said Blaise, grinning from ear to ear. "Your dong might be spent for now but I'm gonna have to take a turn at your backside, pronto."
Pushing Gio over, Blaise proceeded to shove his monumental kielbasa straight up where the sun don't shine, diving his titanic uncut pipe as far into Gio's nether regions as was possible.
"GGGNNNNGHHHH!" groaned Gio.
"HOLY MOTHER!" cried Blaise. "That is some PREEEEMO man pussy right there."
He began banging Gio to within an inch of his life, just going hog wild in animalistic madness as he sundered Gio's fundament with abandon. The two brawny college bros coupled like jackrabbits, each seeing stars spin around their brows as they linked body and soul with their union. With Blaise's brobdingnagian banana crowding every inch of his compartment, Gio felt complete, a total dong hound who would never not need to breed and seed as often as possible. He knew in that moment that he was forever going to be addicted to dick and, moreover, that he was finally getting in touch with the wholeness of his hoe-ness, which was a sacred part of the cosmos that undergirded his entire reality.
"GRRNNNNN!" shouted Blaise, screwing his face up with rapture as he climaxed, delivering a colossal glob of creamy cum into Gio's rear.
"Feels so fucking good," moaned Gio as warmth spread through is entire body.
Blaise continued his assault on the frat boy's splooge-slick hole, jackhammering Gio's tight love tunnel with a girthy uncut cock that just wouldn't quit. By this point, both college students were firing off near-constant dong sauce, each stimulated through either anal or erectile action that sent them each skyrocketing. They flipped again and again, going to town on each other's keisters like their lives depended on it. Hot skeet was dripping off their beautiful faces, their furry chests, their brawny arms, their prominent cum gutters, and their perfectly-shaped legs. As he rode Blaise's pharaonic prong, all Gio could think was that this was how existence was meant to be, a non-stop riot of debauched delight and never-ending carnal joy.
"Shit, dude," Gio said through gritted teeth as Blaise flooded his exit hole once again. "I think I love you, bro."
Kissing him and expelling another heaping helping of hot nut, Blaise looked him in the eyes. "That's what this is all about, Gio. Love."
And so they clutched one another close while their bodies were wracked with one final attainment, a preposterous culmination of senseless bliss as each came an even more absurd amount than before, their balls contracting and emptying enormous amounts of marvelous man cream all over one another's sterling physiques. With splooge dripping from their posteriors, they cuddled on the floor, making out in their post-coital state as they drifted off to sleep.
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