JEREMIAH UNIVERSITY-1 Open Enrollment
Written by: Eugene Marvin aka NPHILLYDOGG@AOL.COM
CAMPUS HISTORY
Jeremiah University is a predominately black college campus in Minnesota Maryland, founded in 1969 during the height of the racial movement. It's a large school, and very well received by the College Guide Association Of America. There is a large library, an auditorium, a sports center, a stadium, a student hall, an academic building [where classes reside], a science building, a rec center, male and female dormitories, a clock tower, and several houses [just off campus] where the college fraternities and sororities pledge. It sets atop 150 acres of land, allowing for expansion and economic growth. While many of the students there specialize in sports (track & field, basketball, football, etc), it also caters to a large academic demographic, having a large successful record of professional graduates.
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DORM INTRODUCTIONS
The first day of school was always the most hectic; class schedules, dorm assignments, accounted credits, financial aids, unpacking, living on your own for the first time (unsupervised), were always foremost thoughts on most college students' minds. After registering and getting student I.D.'s at the Administrations Building, students scurry off to find their assigned dorms. There are two large 3 story (original) dorm buildings which were built back when the school first opened. The dorm rooms hold up to four to a room occupancies, with large community shower/restrooms on each floor with a total of 10 toilet stalls and 10 private showers and sinks. Then there are 6 smaller (modern day) dorms scattered about the school's `living quarters', added in later years as the school expanded. These dorm units have 4 levels with 2 occupants to a room. The bathrooms are adjacent between the unit, meaning 2 units occupy one bathroom. Units in the original dorm are slightly cheaper for thrifty students on a tighter budget, as they have less privacy with the larger restrooms and more occupants per unit.
Most of the students are returning to continue their educations. Some are sophomores, juniors, or seniors, retuning to old lifestyles left behind during summer vacation. Most of them know the drill, looking forward to seeing old friends and starting new classes. But some of the students are newbies, --freshmen who look more like lost sheep than future professionals.
NEW DORMS
18 year olds Shawn Jackson (5'9", 140 lbs) and Douglas McGinnis (6'7", 210 lbs) walked into their new dorms for the first time, unsure what to expect as they ventured from home (alone) for the very first times in their young lives. "Hey..." said Doug, carrying 2 suit cases and a duffle bag.
"Hey..." said Shawn, the first to arrive after already picking a bed. "I'm Shawn..." he said, taking a break from unpacking to hold out his hand to shake.
"Doug..." said the taller of the two males, dumping his luggage as he reached out his hand to firmly grasp Shawn's. "Where you from...?" he asked curiously.
"Philadelphia...!" answered Shawn, getting back to unpacking. "You...?"
"Bmore...!" said Doug proudly, picking one of his suitcases up off the floor. "So I guess THIS's my bed, eh...?" he asked, walking to the far side of the room (which seemed just big enough to house two twin beds, two desks, and two small closets).
"Oh, yeah..." answered Shawn. "...no one was here when I came in...! Hope you don't mind...?"
"Not at all." said Doug, opening his suitcase and dumping everything out into a pile on the bed, while Shawn already had all of his things neatly arranged and color coded.
"Can I ask you something...?" asked Shawn, finding the question burning on his tongue.
"No I don't play basketball..." answered Doug, already knowing the question.
Shawn chuckled.
"How'd you know I was going to ask that...?" he inquired, curiously.
"Cuz like 20 people already asked me since I arrived..." sighed Douglas, "...can't a black man be 6'7" without having aspirations of being a hoop star...?!"
"I guess..." said Shawn, feeling he and his new roommate might be getting off to a rocky start.
"I mean I could take one look at you, --dressed in those K-Mart khakis and Penny loafers and assume you're a nerdish bookworm..., but I'd be wrong, right...?" asked Doug.
"uh..., not exactly..." said Shawn, owning up to his appearance.
"Oh..." said Doug, already feeling at odds as the 2 men finished unpacking in silence.
Next door in the adjacent unit were 18 yr olds Zeff Underwood (5'10", 160 lbs) and his new roommate Kevin Smith (5'11", 165 lbs). Zeff and Kevin discovered they were both from the same city (Philadelphia), but from different neighborhoods and backgrounds. Zeff had a partial sports scholarship as a member of the school's track team, and hoped to be moving into one of the campus frat houses soon while Kevin majored in business.
The two males talked while they unpacked, getting to know one another better. As Zeff was placing items in the bathroom for his convenience, he noticed another door on the far side opposite their own unit. "Where does this go...?" he wondered aloud, testing the doorknob. "Oh! Sorry...!" he said startled, walking in on Doug and Shawn as they too unpacked in their own dorm. "Looks like we're all sharing the same bathroom...!" he stated, closing the door as Doug and Shawn looked at each other and wondered what else could happen...?
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OLD DORMS
For students returning to school, it was a different feeling. Old roommates returned to familiar settings, essentially picking up where they left off. 19 year old Sophomores' DeShawn Jackson (6'0", 160 lbs) and his roommate from last year Tyrell Morris (6'2", 170 lbs) easily fell back into routine, already knowing who would sleep where, and still possessing most of the perks they accumulated from last semester (i.e. computer(s), TV, mini fridge, hot plates, etc..). Tyrell was lucky enough to land a part-time job at one of the campus' eateries, enabling him to help pay for some of his books and personals items his parents couldn't afford, while DeShawn totally relied on his single mother's support. There were struggles (as DeShawn was not an only child), but Mrs Jackson (his mother) was determined to get her son out of the rough neighborhood he grew up in, refusing for him to end up like his deceased father...
Meanwhile down the hall in another dorm room, 18 yr old Jerome Taylor Jr. [unable to afford a single or a double room occupancy] had to share a room with 3 other students. He walked into the building carrying his suitcases and belongings, maneuvering through the chaotic halls with screaming, giddy, and confused teenagers everywhere. Junior made it up to his floor, then walked into his room to find 2 of his 3 roommates already unpacking. There were 2 empty beds left to pick from, so Junior claimed one, then introduced himself to his new neighbors.
"uh...what's up guys...? I'm Jerome Taylor [5'11", 155 lbs]..., but everyone calls me Junior...!" he said awkwardly, feeling like the new kid on the block.
"Hi Junior, I'm Raymond Whitmore..." joked one of the guys [6'0", 175 lbs], unpacking his most treasured possession, --his computer! "...and I LOVE porn...!" he added with a grin, placing his laptop atop his desk. "So if either of you ever need something FREAKY to get off to one night after striking out with the ladies..., I'm your man!" he laughed. "I've got some WILD shit!"
"That's what's up!" laughed Junior.
"I'm Gilbert Hughes..." said the second guy [6'1", 170 lbs], also shaking Junior's hand. "...and I love PUSSY! So anytime either of you get tired of jacking off to videos and want to get a shot at the REAL thing..., holla at cha boi...!" he laughed, putting a spin on Raymond's introduction.
"Real pussy's over rated!" argued Raymond, turning on his trusty computer. "Not only do you have to spend half a semester WOOing a girl with money you DON'T have to spare..., you have to buy condoms, make sure she's on the PILL, watch out for STD'S, allegations of date rape, AND worry about her getting pregnant and totally destroying your chances of finishing school on time...! NOT TO MENTION she might have a boyfriend back home she conveniently forgot to tell you about, who'd probably be on his way up here with his posse looking to do a drive-by as soon as you leave the dorm! Then there's campus security, police, jail..., and pretty soon you're bent over a bunk with some big muscled guy named `Tiny' trying to make you his new girlfriend!"
"Wow..., somebody's been watching WAY too many `Law and Order' episodes!" laughed Gil, at Raymond's expense. "I already KNOW Ray ain't got no girlfriend..." he joked, turning his attention towards Junior. "...but what about YOU...? YOU got a girlfriend in Philly...?" he asked, curiously.
Junior chuckled...
"HAD one..." he said, thoughtfully. "...but she moved away."
"Shame..." said the second roommate. "...but there's a LOT of chucks outside to pick from to take your mind of HER...!" he pointed out. "You might even be able to get laid by TONIGHT!"
"I don't know about THAT..." laughed Junior, still unpacking. "...I'm still trying to get my schedule adjusted...!"
"Hey..., anybody hear anything about our OTHER roommate...?" asked Raymond, unintentionally changing the subject.
"Just that he's from Philly...!" answered Gil, nonchalantly.
"Hope he ain't no church boy..." said Ray, pulling up a video from hundreds he already had downloaded in his computer. "...I don't want nobody disturbing my groove once I start, you feel me...?"
Gil and Junior wandered over to Ray's desk where they looked down over his shoulder at a video of 4 guys fucking one girl. The girl rode one guy's monster dick in her pussy while another guy fucked his monster dick up her ass. The third and fourth guys stood on opposite sides of her, taking turns fucking his mouth and face, causing thick gobs of drool to drip down her off her chin as she groaned sluttish, her tits bouncing up and down as she fucked.
"Dayum..." groaned Gil, staring at the girl's pussy stretched around the thick thrusting dick. "...that bitch's puss's wrecked!"
"Fuck her pussy..., her ASS looks totaled too...!" agreed Junior, as Ray reached down and groped the growing mound in his own crotch...
"uh..., am I interrupting something...?" asked someone in the doorway.
All three boys turned around to find their fourth and final roommate standing in the hall with his bags in tow...
"TODD...!" yelled Junior, rushing over to the door.
Todd Meriwether dropped his belongings right there on the floor, then gave Junior a big bear hug. The two teens practically cried when they saw each other. "What the fuck...? I thought I'd never see you again!"
"I knew we'd meet up again if we both decided on the same college..." said Todd, knowingly. "...but I had no idea we'd be roommates...!"
"I take it from the girly screams that you two nimrods KNOW each other...?" asked Gil, sarcastically.
"Yeah..." laughed Junior, helping Todd bring his things in. "...we both grew up in the same Projects...! We haven't seen each other in MONTHS...! His mom moved them away after..."
Junior suddenly fell silent, unsure Todd wanted the others to know about the accident...?
"After what...?" asked Gil, intrigued, "After he lost his virginity...? What...?!"
"After I got shot...!" answered Todd, throwing his bags up on his bed.
Ray and Gil fell silent, sensing it a touchy story that might be better left for another time. The 2 boys turned back to the video, looking for a distraction as Junior helped Todd unpack...
"I thought I LOST you...!" whispered Junior, keeping his voice low so his new friends wouldn't hear them.
"So did I..." smiled Todd, touching hands [discreetly]... "...but we're back together now..., that's all that count!"
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SPORTS
Jeremiah University was renowned for its exceptional sports programs. With successful graduates in football, basketball, and track & field, it's one of the leading schools of higher education where many of its graduating athletes achieve successful careers in and out of professional sports, landing promising jobs as professional trainers, coaches, and fitness instructors. With The Jeremiah Jaguars [Jeremiah's premiere basketballs team], the Jaybirds [their promising football team], and Track & Field program, many of the athletes return with their eyes on the gold, wanting to continue with another successful year and hoping to help train and mold newbies [freshmen] into fighting machines.
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FRATERNITIES
There were two major active fraternities on campus (along with their sister sororities): Alpha-Gamma-Epsilon, and Omega-Chi-Nu. Most of the brainiacs (mathematicians, political, social and science majors) pledged Alpha, while most of the major sports jocks pledged Omega. Each frat had its own standard laws and practices, each benefiting its members with a lifetime policy of honor, loyalty, commitment, and success. For many members, pledging a fraternity was a lifelong commitment, a bonded brotherhood for which one never lost, --even in death.
Many of the frats had long reaching social networks, helping graduating members find successful jobs, make lucrative business deals, and invest wisely in their financial futures. Being a member of a prestigious frat could be considered a `golden ticket' to the fast track in the corporate world, practically guaranteeing graduates gainful employment upon finishing school.
For Pledges, the opportunity to belong to something bigger than themselves, the chance to jumpstart their careers, were too alluring to pass up. Pledges endured a great deal of humiliation to prove themselves worthy of the fraternity's trust and respect. Only after they had been sworn to secrecy and proved their loyalties were they then given divine passage through initiation, becoming the thing they wanted most; a Frat Brother.
For the Brothers, passing the torch of their convenient constitution was as important as the legacy it was rooted on. Finding the right pledges to carry on the frat's history, upholding its ideals and laws, was not something taken lightly. Each pledge nominee was carefully screened and selected before given keys to the kingdom. Any ill will towards the fraternity or its alumni would result in an instant dismissal from the fraternity, and a loss to all its privileges and opportunities. Rarely were fraternity laws ever broken, and never had there been a dismissal of one of its members.
For best friends Kenneth (Kenny) Mobley (18, 6'1", 170 lbs) and Russell McCray (18, 6'3", 220 lbs), the journey to college together from their hometown of Philadelphia was a long one. Friends since elementary, the goal was to get to college together and become roommates. They checked in and registered at the same time, lucking up to secure a dorm room together in the Old Dorms. However, having different backgrounds and majors, they were destined to pledge different fraternities. Kenny was a track and field specialist, hoping to make a name for himself as an Alpha man; while Russell studied politics, wanting to walk in the shoes of his political [Councilmen] father with The Omega classmen. The boys didn't know how long they would be able to live together while pledging different fraternities [Frats often frowned on members fraternizing with the enemy], but they planned to stick together, believing blood was thicker than water...
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All of the fraternity brothers from the previous year return (except for those that graduated), moving up one notch on the frat's social roster. A new senior frat president was automatically empowered and assigned the task of making sure the fraternity continued to uphold all of its laws and practices. Lower rankings were then decided by the new president, delegating assignments and giving tasks with deadlines for when tasks must be completed. It was also the president's job to screen and initiate new members, to keep the fraternity's dream alive.
The first night of return was usually commemorated with a big open door party, allowing members from other fraternities, sororities [as well as members of the school's student body], free access onto their grounds. This was the best way for the fraternities to meet and greet potential candidates [and to score new campus booty].
Many of the men of the fraternities dated sorority women, wanting women well versed in proper etiquette, education, and class. This however didn't stop them from roaming the campus for coeds, looking to make their marks as playboys. In fact, most of the wildest parties had been held at school fraternities; underage drinking, sex, drugs, even prostitution, were all big parts of what gave a frat its cool allure and reputation. As a rule, many of the fraternity pledges HAD to sleep with a prostitute to insure there were NO virgins in their ranks [this rule was especially enforced at Omega, where most of its members were considered athletic superiors to their brainy' counterparts]. For Omega-Chi-Nu, opening day set the tone for the entire school year. A great turn out of students meant their popularity was still high. Even those not interested in pledging a fraternity couldn't resist showing up at open house for the free booze, and to see just what made the frats tick, knowing their parties were often considered off the chain'.
Alcohol was always plentiful as kegs of beer and liquor were rolled in inconspicuously so campus security wouldn't see (and those who did were often paid off not to report it). Area drug dealers were also invited to frat parties, keeping the contents of WEED and other forms of illegal substance prominent during party hours. As the night rolled in and more and more students began to invade the 3 story frat, members started zeroing in on fresh innocent coeds unfamiliar with the frat's reputation for `poppin cherries'. Several girls were singled out, and their cups were never allowed to be empty as frat members kept pouring them fresh drinks. Midway through the party, many of the girls [most on their own for the first times in their young lives] were feeling woozy, or were flat-out blasted and immediately needed a place to lie down to sleep it off. They would be escorted upstairs to one of the frat brother's bedrooms [often by sorority members they trusted], and left alone by themselves [though not for long].
Frat members would discreetly leave the party [one or two at a time so they wouldn't be missed] and find' the girls passed out alone in their beds and have their ways with them. Many of the girls were unaware they were participating in sexual intercourse [too wasted to know what was happening to them]. The boys had no qualms about lifting the girl's skirt, or lowering her pants and panties. Some of the boys [if they were the privileged first to score] would perform cunnilingus on the sleeping girls, placing his faces between the girls' legs and eating their tender young cunts. Most of the guys felt the rapes' were consensual IF they gave the girls pleasure first [whether they were awake to enjoy it or not]. Sometimes the girls would moan in their sleep, unaware their dreams of being orally pleased weren't dreams at all. Afterwards the guys [after so much prodding and alcohol consumption] were more than too eager to fuck, sometimes ramming their dicks straight into the girls so hard that the girls would instantly snap out of their alcoholic sleeps [feeling the effects for days after]. Sometimes the girls fought back, kicking and screaming before being overwhelmed and held down against their wills by accomplices. The girls were later often too ashamed or embarrassed to report the rapes to the authorities, often either becoming recluse in their studies, joining one of the sororities for solidarity and safety in numbers, becoming promiscuous, or leaving the school altogether.
Sometimes the victims aren't female. There had been numerous times where the victims were guys from another fraternity, or a wet behind the ears freshmen with too much liquor in his system and not enough friends at the party to watch his back. The fraternities were all straight oriented, but that didn't mean they were above showing some arrogant new comer his proper place in the scheme of things.
One such freshmen was 18 year old Brandon Waters, fresh from home, on his own, and checking common sense at the door. From the moment he stepped on campus his mind was on everything except his education. Ready to party, he showed up at the frat house early, starting on drinks and talking inappropriately to women [Sorority women that were out of his league]. The frat brothers noticed him immediately, signifying him as a potential candidate for a `Bang'.
They watched him act a fool [loud talking, hitting on their women, and drinking their booze]. But the turning point [the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back] was when he threw up all over the rug, unable to handle his liquor.
The boy was quickly escorted upstairs, where he was thrown in the bathtub, and left to sleep it off under the spray of cold water. Brandon was so wasted that he had no idea what he just did, he simply fell asleep in the tub, waiting for his hangover to subside.
Sometime later, he was taken from the bathtub and put into one of the rooms to `sleep it off'. However while unconscious, he was stripped naked of his clothing. Frat members made certain to have an alibi by having someone dress up in Brandon's clothes, then make a noticeable exit in case they needed to dispute it later. Brandon was rolled over face down, while lubricant was poured onto his rear and fingers were driven into his anus, stretching his virgin hole for fucking. Brandon grunted and groaned in his sleep as the fingers plunged into his tight gripping rectum. His fighting sphincter muscles locked in place, threatening to cut the probing digits in half as they dug through.
A frat brother was selected by dick size [smallest goes first], who then climbed up onto the bed on top of the sleeping freshmen, and rammed his erection home.
"URRHHH...!!!" grunted Brandon, coming alive as the searing pain shot through his rectum, sobered him up.
Strong hands held his limbs in place [spread eagle] in the dark as his ass was violated. Someone shoved dirty socks in his mouth to keep him from alerting the guests partying downstairs. Brandon could hear the loud THUMPing of the music as his anal virginity was stolen right from under him. He could feel at least four sets of hands holding his arms and legs captive as the man on top of him wedged his dick deep into his ass, then started fucking him hard.
"DAMN this mother fucker's tight!" said the man on top, having difficulty sliding his dick pass the tight resisting sphincter muscles.
"Fuck that motherfucker, man! He disrespected our women..., but your nut up his ass!" encouraged another voice in the dark.
Brandon screamed into the dirty socks filling his mouth as the guy on top started to pound, pulling his hips back to withdraw his dick, only to shove forth and thrust back in. Brandon struggled against the hands holding him down, wondering what had he done to deserve such treatment? The man on top of him had an average sized dick [no more than 6 or 7 inches]. He fucked through Brandon's tight gripping hole with force, making his way past the angry sphincter muscles working overtime to lock him out. Every inward thrust was met with resistance, the anal muscles clamping together to repel him like bowel movement. A few times he even slipped out accidentally, having a time shoving back in as Brandon [not yet fully conscious] clinched his buttock tightly to keep him out.
Eventually the man made his way back in, where he continued to fuck the tight hole with hard deliberate thrusts. The guys holding Brandon encouraging him to fuck harder as his relentless pounding began to wear the anal muscles down, eventually allowing him easier passage. Soon the frat man was hammering the boy into the mattress, slamming his hips into the bare ass with strong powerful strokes, causing the entire bed to shake...
"I'm gonna cum..." he announced, the locking muscles unintentionally massaging his dick into a frenzy, bringing him dangerously close to the edge.
"Do it man! Breed the bitch!" shouted a frat brother.
Brandon could feel the dick penetrating him deeper and deeper, ripping through his rectal ring with stabbing strokes before the guy finally stopped thrusting and came...
"AAARRRRRRHHHHH...!" he cried as his dick throbbed and pulsed, shooting thick wet jets of slick molten sperm straight into the freshmen's ass! The room cheered as the first nut breeched Brandon's bowels, coating his entrails and blazing the trail for the rest of them to cum in.
Brandon could feel the dick pulsating inside him, spreading wet warmth throughout his aching innards.
"MY turn!" said someone else in the dark.
The dick was ripped from Brandon's sore hole as another guy quickly climbed on board and took the first man's place. The guy climbed right up on top of Brandon and aimed his dick down between the clinched cheeks and pushed forward...
"NNNAARRRWWWWWW...!!!" yelled Brandon into the dirty socks as the second dick [a larger thicker dick] pierced his now cummy hole and sank inside him with one strong fluent move.
The new guy [who's dick had to be about 7 to 8 inches] pressed all the way in until he was grounding his hairy pelvis against Brandon's bare ass. Brandon could feel the wiry hairs scratching against the sensitive skin as he bit down on the socks in his mouth.
"FUCK, this bitch's tight!" complained the top man, churning his meat around in the hot ass.
"Told you he was tight..., what you think, I was lying...?" chuckled the first guy.
The man on top of him started fucking, pulling back and pushing forth as his dick started sliding in and out. Brandon could feel the fat dick pulling through his anus, pulling his innards out with it towards the ring with the withdrawals, only to shove them back in during the plunge. He was forced to lie there and endure, his arms and legs locked down helplessly by stronger men as he was fucked from behind.
"Bitch won't be tight by the time WE finish with him!" laughed one of the captors, still angry over Brandon's antics downstairs.
No one took pity on Brandon for coming into their house and blatantly disrespecting them as FRAT men. As a deterrent to others, they would use him as an example, letting them know if they messed with The Alpha's, they'd get fucked!
The second man started to slide in and out of the ass easier [now that his dick was coated with the first man's deposit]. He began slamming his hips into the bottom man's ass, taking longer, deeper strides as the weakening anal muscles no longer had strength enough to push him out. Everyone knew he was getting close to losing his load when he started fucking harder, losing control of his strokes as he started to RAM the ass underneath him. "FUCK man..., I'm gonna CUM...!" he gasped, realizing almost too late that his nut was upon him.
"Breed that bitch, man!" encouraged his brethren, as he slammed his hips into Brandon's ass for one final blow and yelled...
"AAARRRRHHHHHHHHH...!!!"
The cum gushed out of his aching dick, splattering into Brandon's bare ass as he mashed his pelvic bone against the boy's buttock. Brandon could FEEL the thick dick pulsating and pumping fresh cum into him, drenching his aching innards in heavy college boy cream before he yanked his prick out to make room for the next guy.
There was a brief exchange of words as to WHO would go next, then someone climbed up on top of him, pushing his long [but slim] dick straight through his rectal ring...
"How's that ass feel now...?" asked one of the guys who hadn't hand a turn yet, living vicariously through his brothers.
"Shit's HOT..." said the third guy, sliding through 2 heavy loads coating Brandon's rectum.
He slid directly into Brandon's bowels, his long sleek streamlined prick perfectly shaped for deep anal assaults. He leaned in over the prone boy's body [straddling his ass], then started humping! Brandon groaned and grunted through the wet socks as the 8" prick plunged through his colon with complete ease. Shaped like a torpedo, it had no problem sliding smoothly through the tight wet space between Brandon's slick butt cheeks, slipping in and out with deep long strokes, massaging the worn sphincters as they began to grow accustomed to the massaging motion. Everyone in the room could tell Brandon was beginning to get used to the plowing at his backdoor, as the boy started groaning and struggling less and less. One by one they released his limbs, feeling no more need to hold him down. Brandon was barely aware that his arms and legs were freed, as most of his focus concentrated on his poor asshole.
He could feel the long slick dick sliding through his body, picking up pace as the frat man's pelvis started to slap into his ass cheeks, indicating an aggressive stroke. It was THEN that Brandon became acutely aware of his own erection, which had hardened just under his belly, and was grinding against the bed sheets beneath him as he was fucked.
Brandon realized he must be drunker than he thought, if he was getting aroused by his own rape. He could feel the dick digging deeper, fucking faster as the man on top got closer to coming. He could hear the lewd angry remarks coming from the guys surrounding him, all encouraging the top to fill his ass with cum so they could continue his torture.
The top man fucked at a fast but steady pace, his dick slipping through the well lubed hole as it buried itself over and over again. Brandon found himself pushing back into the thrusts, the effect causing his own dick to rub lewdly against the mattress underneath him, giving himself some form of perverse pleasure.
"LOOK at him...he's getting INTO it...!" announced one of the men, noticing the ass movements. "He LIKES it!"
"I KNEW that motherfucker was SPREAD when he walked through the door!" said another frat.
"Man...NUT that fucker's ass so I can get a turn!"
"Just...about...there..." announced the third man, slapping his dick into Brandon's for less than a dozen more strokes before unloading... "...AARRRRRHHHHHHHHHH....!!" he yelled as the cum pulsed from his thrusting dick with every stroke, each inward plunge sending another thick jolt of hot sperm straight into the awaiting ass.
Brandon felt the warm deluge flooding his bowels, and groaned into the spit soiled socks as it triggered his own orgasm, causing him to spill seed all over the bed sheets beneath him.
"Alright nigga, MY turn...!" said the forth guy eagerly, barely giving the third guy time to recover.
"Okay, okay..." said the third guy, pulling out before climbing off.
"Bout TIME, nigga...! You were up IN that ass like it was PUSSY n'shit!" complained the fifth guy, getting into position.
"I don't FUCK unless I'm gonna enjoy it!" reasoned the third guy, cleaning his softening dick off with a nearby towel.
"Whatever nigga...! Flip this bitch over!" ordered number five.
Brandon could feel hands rolling him over onto his back, his legs thrown into the air submissively until his knees were pressed down against his own chest, leaving his just fucked ass completely exposing and vulnerable.
"LOOK..." called one of the spectators, noticing the large wet stain where Brandon once laid... "...he CAME...!" he announced in front of everyone, further humiliating the freshmen as he stared up into the dark faces looking down at him.
"Fucking FAG...!" snared number five, getting between Brandon's butt cheeks and ramming his fat 9 and 1/2 inch pole straight up to the drunken freshmen's wet [sperm drooling] ass!
"UUGGGGGKKKK...!!" grunted Brandon behind the socks, as his asshole was once again speared on the end of a frat man dick! In this NEW position, Brandon couldn't help but feel even MORE vulnerable, as he was now able to look up into the shadowy face and silhouette of the man fucking him!
Number five grabbed the backs of Brandon's thighs, then pressed all of his weight down into his arms to hold the boy in place while he fucked. He plowed straight through his wanning sphincters muscles and buried his rod in the boy's gut. Immediately he could feel the thick loads of his brethren coating his dick like sperm frosting, making the shaft ultra-slick as he began fucking his way through the hole.
"Damn...this bitch STILL tight...!" he announced to the room as he began pumping his hips back and forth.
"Well...if he's virgin like we suspect..., he'd GONNA be tight for a while!" explained another frat brother, watching the fuck take place.
"Shit...that was FOUR LOADS ago..., I expected him to be a little more loose than this!"
"With that fat 9" dick of yours..., ANY ass is gonna feel tight!" joked a nearby friend, causing most of the room to laugh.
"I guess..." said number five, getting down to business as he began picking up the pace. "This fuck ain't for HIS pleasure anyway..." he went on to say, starting to hammer his way through. "I bet the next time we throw a party, he'll think TWICE about crashing and acting like a big shot on campus!"
Brandon indeed knew he would never be back for another frat party! He could feel the dick inside him slamming into his guts with every inward thrust, but couldn't tighten his asshole to keep it from moving through him. Despite the frat man's claims that his asshole was still tight, it certainly didn't feel so as his anal ring started to become numb from all the aggressive action. Brandon was forced to watch the man on top of him fuck him, as if he had no choice or decision in the matter. This night he had become the frat's official cumdump, unable to even speak on his own behalf as they used his body for their own needs.
"Shit..." groaned the man on top as his fuck thrusts started to become violent. Brandon bit down into the socks still filling his mouth, causing spittle to seep out of the smelly fabric and ooze down over his cheeks backwards.
The fifth guy power fucked Brandon's ass hard and deep, hammering into the young boy's body with total disregard for his own safety and comfort. Brandon fully expected the frat guy to cum inside him, just as the others had, but the final man to fuck him had other plans for his nut as he yanked his prick from the swollen anus and climbed up onto Brandon's chest. The socks were violently pulled from his mouth, as the dick suddenly appeared over his face [a large hand frantically jacking the shaft as it prepared to cum all over him]...
"Open your mouth, bitch..." panted the frat brother, one hand gripping Brandon's throat to hold his head steady. "...here comes your baptism...!"
Brandon stared up at the big dick which had just been fucking him up the ass. He couldn't believe he had the entire thing inside him, when it suddenly burst a string of molten hot cum straight across his upturned face. "AAAARRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHH...!!" screamed the fifth and final man, as the cum wrenched from his contracting balls in heavy doses, the first streaking straight across the ridge of Brandon's nose, painting a white line from the left side straight across to the right. The second load landed over Brandon's left eye, temporarily blinding him. He aimed the third load to splat directly into Brandon's open mouth, the creamy white seed landing over his lips before oozing in. The rest of his load dotting along the sides of Brandon's mouth and chin, leaving his face a creamy mess. But just as Brandon thought his torment might be over, did another frat member [one who had already fucked him and came] walk up and jack off over his face as well.
More cum shot onto Brandon's face, landing over his forehead, in his hairline, in his eye socket, and over his left brow. Another member walked up, then jacked his load onto Brandon's face also, leaving even more sperm on the freshmen's mug. Brandon could feel the cum starting to drip and drool over his face, like the remnants of a cream pie.
For the rest of the night Brandon was kept upstairs in one of the rooms, whenever a horny frat man wanted something quick to dump in, he'd simply go upstairs and face/butt fuck the drunken freshmen, adding to the sperm dripping from his body.
Brandon had no idea how many frat members actually fucked him [having lost count after his 10 dick], but whenever he would drift off to sleep between fucks, he'd be rudely awakened when another hard dick would ram into his ass or throat, forcing him awake.
The next morning Brandon found himself asleep outside on the lawn. Someone had dressed him, stuck a half empty cup of beer in his hand, then dumped him out on the lawn like yesterday's trash, allowing any police or security that might drive by to believe he was simply a drunken partier left over from last night's chin dig. Brandon woke up with the worse hangover, staggering his way back to his dorm where he would spend the entire day in bed recuperating and throwing up...!
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