"Fuck frat bros!"
Gio stared at the poster, which was tacked on the outer wall of one of the buildings on campus at Stonypoint University and had no other words than these. He didn't understand the message. Was it an invitation? A command? A challenge?
A nervous bug buzzed in his stomach as he walked down towards frat row, where his cousin Matteo's house was. The boys of Alpha Alpha Alpha were known for their lavish parties but, as a recent transfer student, Gio wasn't sure what exactly he was getting himself into. He had little understanding of Greek life in general, other than all those rumors about hazing rituals and excessive drinking. But Matteo had invited him to stay for a week to see if he wanted to pledge and, having yet to find stable housing, Gio had accepted.
"Bro!" Matteo said, squeezing his cousin in a big bear hug as soon as he opened the door. "Come on, come on. So glad you're here."
The two boys hadn't spent much time together growing up but Gio knew that his cousin was the more outgoing and vivacious of the two. Physically, they were nearly identical, and often mistaken for twins. Both sported luscious curls and finely-trimmed beards, with dark brown eyes and full lips. With their Italian heritage, both of the young men were also hairy as all getup. Gio couldn't help but notice that his cousin had greeted him practically in the nude, his stunning pecs, abs, and calves out in the open and covered in a fine dusting of virile fur. Inside the tiny pair of jogging shorts Matteo wore was a massive dong. Dude looked like he was smuggling a salami in there.
"Sorry about this," Matteo said, giving his thick soft cock a squeeze. "You'll get used to it soon enough."
"W-where should I put my stuff?" Gio asked, indicating the backpack he was wearing. "I didn't bring too much since you said to travel light."
"Absolutely, broski." Matteo winked. "Let me show you to your room."
Gio thought he might be bunking with his cousin but it turned out that he'd been assigned to a roommate named Derrick, a guy from Baltimore who could've been a pornstar. Derrick was tall and muscular, built like a linebacker, bald head, winning smile. He was also wearing basically nothing, just a skimpy jockstrap that hugged his massive glutes and made his crotch bulge stand out.
"Mmmm...." said Matteo, reaching his nose toward Derrick's hairy armpit. "You been working out?"
"Hell yeah, bro," said Derrick, flexing his biceps, which were the size of his head. "Get a good whiff!"
Matteo buried his schnoz in that thicket of stank. The two boys began to rub their hands all over each other's brawny chests. Derrick looked over at Gio, who was holding his backpack like a safety blanket, and winked.
"You gonna join in, dude?" he asked.
"Not now, Der," Matteo cut in. "You know the rules. Okay, cuz, make yourself at home. Dinner's at 7. Special meeting in the basement afterwards."
As Gio put down his stuff, Derrick leaped on a bed and began leafing through a magazine. He repeatedly looked over at Gio, seeming to grow more agitated each time. With a huff, he hightailed it out of the room.
Gio went wandering the campus on his own. The place was still unfamiliar to him. Coming around a corner at one of the science buildings, he smashed right into a hippie stud. The guy was gorgeous, with long blond hair and beautiful green eyes. He wore a tie-dye tank top that showed off his rippling arms and shoulders and gave a nice peek at his hairy pecs. Gio's nose managed to press right into the granola hunk's armpit, giving him a whiff of pure virile man BO and the slightest hint of patchouli.
"Watch where you're going!" the hippie yelled. Pushing Gio away, he ran off, pointing at something on the wall. "And fuck the bros at Alpha Alpha Alpha!"
Gio saw that the hippie had just tacked up a fresh batch of posters, all of them with the same message: "Fuck frat bros!"
A wicked pair of green eyes opened in the dark. There was the smell of sulfur, an impish giggle. Groggily, Gio lifted his head.
Dang, he had fallen asleep in the middle of the day, most likely exhausted from encountering these new circumstances. He was in his room at the frat house. Two hulking slabs of muscle were parked just above his head. It took Gio a second to realize it was Derrick's ass.
"Mmmm," said Derrick, squatting above Gio, "open up those lips, broseph."
Without understanding why, Gio found himself doing as Derrick commanded. That stud-muscle rump was just about the most enticing thing Gio had ever seen in his life. Derrick's gigantic uncut dong also dangled right onto Gio's chest, a supersized pocket monster so thick and alluring that even in its semi-stiffened form it made Gio's dick twitch. The next thing Gio knew, Derrick's hole had come down directly atop his tongue.
"Fucckkkk yeah, buddy," Derrick said. "Get up in there. Make my needy jock puck feel goooood!"
Still somewhat dazed, Gio began munching his roommate's butt, his wet tongue managing to glide between those colossal cheeks and poke into the seductive caboose before him.
"Unffff!" cried Derrick. "You're such a hot slut for my hole, aren't you?"
Gio started tossing that salad in earnest, his tongue sliding in and out of that lusty orifice, his own cock painfully hard and dripping with precum, which mingled on his belly with the raw nut sauce trickling from Derrick's massive mushroom tip.
"Wufff, bro," Derrick said. "You really know how to work that thing. You're gonna make a fine addition to our little gang."
With that, Derrick flipped around with a wicked grin. Stunned, Gio could do nothing other than watch as Derrick brought his lips down and planted a sweet and soft kiss on his mouth.
"See you at dinner, roomie," Derrick said, and left the room.
Dinner was a boisterous affair. The fifteen or so extremely buff dudes who joined were constantly laughing, wrestling, busting each other's chops, slapping each other on the back, feeling each other's muscles, and just generally being carousing boys. Gio picked at his bangers and mash, a strange butterfly of anxiety flapping in his stomach.
"Alright, bros!" Matteo cried. "We've got a new pledge, my very fine cousin, Giovanni."
"HI GIO!" all the boys called in earnest, some winking, others blowing him kisses.
Matteo's arm was around Gio's shoulder, the dude's heady BO tickling Gio's nostrils.
"Now, cuz, there's only one thing we need to ask you before we can make you an Alpha: Have you ever done anything sexual with anybody before in your life?"
Gio turned beet red, his ears practically steaming with embarrassment. He had no idea his cousin was going to call him out like this for being a virgin, even if it was true that nerdy Gio had barely ever even tried to make a pass at someone. He was just too nervous to go for it.
"Ha!" Matteo said. "That's what I thought. Perfect, broski. Follow me."
With a hand on Gio's back, Matteo led his cousin out of the dining hall and down a set of creaking stairs. The cobweb-lined hall at the bottom was cold and dusty. Torches blazed in sconces all along the walls.
"Where are we going, Matteo?" Gio asked.
Grinning, his cousin stuck out his tongue. "Here, put this on."
Gio was handed a black domino mask. Matteo took him into a hidden chamber in the basement, where cool currents ran over their arms. In the dim candlelight, Gio could see the rest of the frat brothers, all stripped to the nude and wearing domino masks, each and every one of them jacking their enormous uncut dongs.
Flabbergasted, Gio took in the scene. Each and every single member of the Alpha Alpha Alpha house was ripped, with deeply-cut eight-packs, incredible rear ends, bulging pecs, and heaving arms. And each one of them was packing one of the biggest cocks Gio could imagine, a crazy line-up of supreme sausage all dripping raw unprocessed cock sauce from their wet and hooded tips. The sight made Gio's loins stir and the smell of pre-boy butter was causing a strange sensation in his asshole, making it pulsate as if in anticipation of something.
"C'mon, cuz," Matteo said, standing in the buff with a raging erection. "Get comfortable."
Without knowing why, Gio took off his clothes. His own dong was hard as a rock, leaking copious cream as he took it in his hand.
"Oooh, yeah," Matteo said, wrapping his fingers around Gio's gigantic stiffie. "You're such a sexy mother-fucker."
Smoke was rising from somewhere in the chamber. The masked frat boys had formed a circle, each pointing their superlative kielbasas toward the center. Suspended from the ceiling, Gio saw a strange statue; a half-man half-goat type creature, crazily hung, jacked, and sporting beautiful antlers growing from his head. As one, the boys kept their gaze on the statue and began to intone a chant.
"Oh, Pan, god of all that is depraved and wicked, bless us with your power, bring us your carnal delights. You who oversee the wild and heinous, the sinful and degenerate, bequeath us with your potency, your vigor, your seed."
Gio had no idea what was going on but his nuts were starting to churn with cock chalk just from the captivating views of so many brawny boys playing a five-knuckle shuffle with their magisterial dongs. The smell of dude stank and pre-cum was making him high. He felt a hand caress his ass, a nuzzle on his neck. The sacred masculine energy in the room was taking him away to somewhere beyond his rational mind.
"Get ready, cuz," Matteo whispered into his ear. "Here it comes."
Without warning, Gio achieved a celestial orgasm, his gonzo-size wang firing a heaping glob of salty ball sauce that sailed across the circle and splattered on the fur-covered chest of the masked man across from him. At that same moment, several other boys began to skeet, buckshots of fresh rope blossoming forth from their raging dick tips and soaring through the space. Cries of ecstasy escaped lips, faces were screwed up into rhapsodic expressions, grunts and moans echoing off the walls of the chamber. Fresh spunk landed on Gio's shoulder, then his obliques, and then his groin. Even as he felt the jissom coating his body, he continued to cannonade cum, shooting hot helpings of raunch dressing again and again. It was the most intense climax of his life, an eruption of love sauce that made his body shake with convulsions and stars spin around his head. Directly beside him, Matteo was also ejaculating, producing copious quantities of dick cream that covered his studly frat brothers in dripping splooge. Fairly soon, they'd all been painted from head to toe in that Greek nut.
Panting, Gio stared into his cousin's eyes.
"Welcome to the club," Matteo said, smiling. "You're going to love it here."
And with that, he smooched Gio on the lips, giving them both a taste of the savory emanations of their fellow adherents.
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