Frat Bash
By: Giantguy
The door to the frat house slammed open, and the PKA frat brothers
(known as the Pikes) shoved their way in, still in their sweaty and
stained rugby uniforms.
"I fuckin KNEW we'd kick their asses!" Ty shouted above the roar.
He swiped his lank, dark hair back from his forehead. His sly grin
made him look like Chris O'Donnell.
"Yeah, those fuckin freaks never had a chance," Kyle yelled back,
high-fiving Ty. He was more wiry than the solidly built Ty, but he
was fast on the field, a blond streak of lightning. Rugby was the
only thing that got him more charged up than surfing back home in
California.
"Right on man, the Sigma Phis SUCK," laughed Clint, the biggest of
the bunch, a head taller than the others, built like a solid V from
wide shoulders to slim waist. He'd been lifting weights since age
14, and had the canteloupe size biceps to prove it. As the crowd
surged toward the basement common room, he wrapped a meaty arm
around Van, who at five-seven was goodnaturedly tagged "the runt" by
his frat brothers. He got Van in a friendly headlock and nearly
lifted him off his feet.
"Hey, watch it, ya fucking lunk," Van said, half muffled by Clint's
thick arm. "I'm on your team, remember?" Clint laughed again and
set him down, aiming his foot as though to kick Van in the butt.
Van jokingly flipped him off and Clint just smiled his wide grin.
"Who's ready to PARTY?" Dominic whooped in his hoarse Brooklyn-
tinged voice. He held up a small packet of white powder, his eyes
shining under dark Italian brows.
"What the fuck is THAT?" Cameron said, grabbing the packet out of
Dominic's hand and giving him a friendly smack on the back of the
head. He was the team captain and was always having to rein in the
hellraiser Dominic, who would stop at nothing in search of a good
time.
"Aw hell, I swiped it out of Alston's bag. You know he's always got
the good stuff."
Cameron nodded as he looked at the powder. Will Alston was known
across the campus as the provider of "quality pharmaceuticals," and
as a Lambda Alpha member, always saved the most expensive stuff for
his own frat brothers. "Good move, Corelli. Heard about the new
stuff he's been selling around. Damn good shit I hear. Probably
was saving it for their own victory bash."
"In their DREAMS!" Dominic hollered as he swiped the packet back and
went to the liquor cabinet, pulling out bottles of vodka. "It's
ours now, we earned it."
The basement had been rebuilt into a party room, the place where the
Pikes had all their post-victory drunkfests. There were worn,
comfortable couches and a thick rug spread around the low ceilinged
room. The walls were painted dark red, with neon bar signs and
posters of big titted girls in bikinis (or less) tacked up. The
room was soon full of the revved-up frat boys, excitedly rehashing
the details of how they trounced their rivals. Van powered up the
CD player and cranked the volume, while Clint hit the A/C controls
to try and combat the sticky, heavy heat.
"Get some air going man, I'm dying!" said Ty, already stripping off
his shirt and waving it around over his head. "Where the hell is
the booze?!"
"I'm working on it!" Clint and Dominic yelled at the same time.
Dominic was emptying vodka and gatorade into a big drink cooler,
dumping in the white powder and stirring. Clint turned the A/C
control down further as the body heat from the crowd filled the
room.
Kyle grabbed the stack of paper cups from the cabinet and took one
for himself, first in line at the drink table. He filled it full of
the neon green concoction and drained it, breathing out and widening
his eyes, feeling the familiar heat of the vodka fumes.
"Niiiiiice," he drawled. "Hey Cam, you want one?"
"No man, I want TWO," Cameron grinned, taking one in each hand and
tossing them back one after the other. He was known for being able
to drink anyone under the table and never feeling it. He boasted
that he'd never puked, no matter how much liquor he poured down his
throat.
Dominic was handing out cups of his "Kickass punch, man!" until the
whole crowd was coming back for seconds and thirds. The music was
thumping and some of the guys were starting to loosen up, starting
to feel the alcohol moving through them.
"Dammit, it's still way too fuckin hot in here," Ty muttered. He
felt as though he might be getting a fever; sweat was beading up on
his forehead and his skin was flushing a little. He fought his way
through the crowded room to where Clint was leaning against the
wall, and reached around him to the A/C control. Clint grabbed his
wrist.
"Leave it alone man, give it a chance to work," Clint said, pushing
Ty back a little. His eyes were dilated and it looked as if he were
turning a little red, too.
"Fuck off man, I need some air," Ty retorted, grabbing the control
and twisting the dial all the way to "Maximum Cool." There was a
popping sound, and suddenly the room went dark. The music stopped,
leaving the room silent except for murmuring voices saying "What the
fuck... ?"
There was faint light from the emergency exit light over the
basement stairs; the crowd of Pikes could just make out each others'
outlines as their eyes adjusted.
"Goddamn fuses," Cameron said. "The wiring in the fucking house
ain't worth SHIT."
"Forget about it," Dominic said, pushing another paper cup into his
hand. "You don't need lights to get wasted." Even in the dim
light, Cameron could see Dominic's eyes flashing.
Van bumped against Clint as he stumbled in the dark, making his way
toward one of the couches. "Zat you, man?" he slurred. "Damn, this
shit is strong," He grabbed onto Clint's thick bicep as a wave of
dizziness struck him. Clint instinctively curled his beefy arm
around his buddy.
"I know, I'm feeling it too, bro," Clint said, his voice seeming
deeper in the darkness. "Worse when you can't see."
"Feels good though... " Van said, as another pleasurable wave of
dizziness went up his body. Clint didn't answer, feeling the heat
centering deep in his solar plexus. He felt good, but lightheaded,
like he hadn't eaten in a week. A low rumble vibrated through his
gut.
"Damn, Clint," Van laughed. "Was that you... sounded like a fuckin
lion." They both laughed, and laughed at the sound of their own
laughter, until they were both sinking onto one of the sagging
couches, laughing harder and harder.
"Man, I am BURNING UP," Ty said to nobody. "I gotta get out of
here." He started pushing his way through the group. "Get out of
the way, assholes," he said, but most of his frat brothers seemed
happy to stay in the dim, overheated room, enjoying the new high
that Dominic's mixture was giving them.
"I'm right behind you, man, just keep moving," said a voice almost
in Ty's ear.
"That you Kyle?"
"Who the fuck you think it is? I said keep moving. Everybody's
half fuckin wasted already."
"I got to cool down, I'm gonna go get in the shower."
"Not if I get to it first, asshole, now MOVE." Together Ty and Kyle
made their way through the close packed sea of sweaty bodies, to the
basement stairs.
"Whew," Ty said, wiping his forehead again, and leaning on the
stairs, breathing hard. "I'm burning up."
"Feels good though, kind of..." Kyle said, reaching the stairs and
grabbing the rail for support. "Race you to the shower!" He took
off, climbing up to the rest of the dark house, with Ty close behind
him.
"How you doin, Mister Prez?" Dominic asked as he exchanged Cameron's
empty cup for a full one, his voice even lower and grittier than
usual.
"You make a fuckin wicked drink, Corelli. You testing me?" Cameron
never lost control no matter how much he drank, but he was beginning
to feel as though he could float away, his body feeling light,
malleable, almost elastic. He stared at his own hand in the
darkness. It seemed like he was looking at somebody else's hand.
He flexed his fist, grinning stupidly as he did it.
"You're getting bombed, Prez. I can tell. Have another one,"
Dominic said, pouring him another.
Cameron was aware of a growing pressure. Damn, he was gonna have to
piss bad. He pushed the cup back to Dominic. "Hold this for me,"
he said, moving toward the door of the small basement bathroom.
"You're pumping me full, I gotta take a leak."
As soon as Cam said it, Dominic felt the urge building too. "Right
behind ya, Prez."
"Stop it man, I can't, I can't, I can't breathe," Van gasped. His
sides were almost hurting from laughing so hard. He couldn't even
remember what he and Clint were laughing about, but they'd been
going for almost ten minutes. As soon as one would recover, the
other would start in again. One of the frat brothers had found a
battery operated CD player, and when the music pounded out again in
the darkness, that set both Van and Clint off on another round of
howling laughter. Van was wedged in the deep corner of one of the
couches on the far side of the room, with Clint next to him. He
could feel the muscles of Clint's torso flexing and his abs
contracting as he shook with laughter. He grabbed onto Clint,
almost wrapping his arms around him. Damn, he'd never gotten this
close to one of his frat brothers before, but it didn't feel weird
... it felt okay. He felt like his mind was fuzzing out, and all
there was, was laughter. The feeling was bubbling up from his toes.
Clint pulled him even closer in, his sculpted arms bulging as he
held Van's tight body against his. They both caught their breath at
the same time, trying to recover from the laughing spell. Clint's
deep chest heaved, as Van turned in his arms and looked up at him,
grinning. Clint smiled back. As their eyes met, suddenly another
flush of heat ran through them both, as though an electric current
was connecting their bodies. At any other moment, they would have
both immediately pushed away, recoiling from the feeling. But now,
they just stared at each other, eyes locked, breathing heavy,
temperatures rising. Van slowly moved a fraction of an inch closer;
Clint flexed his arm, lifting Van to him. Their faces were close
enough to feel the heat of each others' breath. Then, under cover
of darkness and oblivious of the still-crowded room, Clint moved his
mouth to Van's, and they began to kiss, at first slowly, and then
deeply, frenziedly exploring each other's mouths with their tongues,
moaning, a million miles away from the basement room where their
frat brothers were surrounding them, the whole crowd becoming
drunker and drunker, the music swirling, the air thick and heavy.
"Cam will fuckin kill us if he finds out we were in here,"
"Shut up man, nobody's gonna tell him we used his goddam shower
unless YOU do, Kyle."
Ty and Kyle had made their way to the private bathroom that was
connected to the bedroom reserved for the frat president. The other
two communal bathrooms were windowless and pitch black with the
power out; Cameron's bathroom had a small window that let in just
enough light to see, besides having a roomy shower big enough for
two ( or as Cameron often boasted, even room enough for three if the
other two were hot sorority girls.)
Ty yanked on the faucet and steam began to fill the room as the
water pounded on the tile. Already shirtless, he began stripping
off the rest of his rugby uniform, bending over to unlace his shoes.
Kyle watched him in the faint light, feeling his heart thumping in
his chest as his temperature rose. Damn, Kyle thought, Ty's got a
fuckin good body. He laughed to himself -- how weird was that?
He'd been roommates with Ty for a year now and had seen him bareass
plenty of times. Guys didn't check each other out like that --
never even crossed his mind. But now all he could stare at was Ty's
powerfully muscled back, and his thick, strong legs, leading up to a
round, high, muscled ass, two smooth globes of white satin, flexing
as Ty stepped into the shower. Kyle suddenly snapped back to
himself.
"I SAID, keep a lookout for Cam, wouldja?" Ty said as he felt around
for the soap in the near darkness.
"Fuck that, man," Kyle said. "You'll take too long. Move over, I'm
coming in."
Cameron pushed open the door into the tiny john and stumbled in. He
moved to close the door, and felt Dominic pushing in behind him.
"Whoa, ya perv," he said, "One at a time, wait your fuckin turn."
"I can't man, shut up, gonna bust here," Dominic growled hoarsely as
he fumbled for the stub of candle on the shelf above the toilet. He
flicked his lighter, holding it to the wick, the flame throwing
shadows across his stubbly jaw.
"Whatever man, just look out or you're gonna get splashed," Cameron
said as he flipped up the lid of the john and hauled out his dick.
A second later, Dominic had shoved his shorts down to his knees and
was holding his own fat cock. The two of them pissed heavy streams
for almost a full minute, sighing a little as they gave way to the
immense pressure, finally finishing, drained, shaking droplets off
their dicks and laughing a little in relief. Cameron looked down at
what his buddy was holding in his fist. He'd never stare at a bud's
rod let alone comment on it, but he heard himself speaking before he
knew what he was doing.
"Daaaaamn, bud. Guess you weren't lying about that thing," Cameron
said. Dominic was known for bragging about his cock -- he called it
the Pizza Prick, because it was "Italian sausage with a mushroom
head and tomato size balls." Cameron always thought he had to be
exaggerating, but now looking at it, Dominic had just been reporting
the facts. His soft cock was very thick, with a wide helmet-shaped
dickhead, and a pair of the biggest nuts Cam had ever seen. "Jesus,
man. How you fit those fuckin balls in a cup?" he laughed.
Dominic grinned proudly, and hefted his balls in his hand. "Always
said I got this biggest balls in the whole goddamn house." Cam
nodded in agreement. His own cock and balls were respectably sized,
and he'd never felt small, but Dominic's nutsack was in a class of
its own. It had to be just the flickering light of the candle, but
it looked almost as if his balls were swelling, growing a little
larger, spreading out over Dominic's hand. His cock hung out in a
heavy curve, the dickhead flexing a little, pulsing out and growing
wider.
"What the fuck, buddy. No pussy? Looks like you're getting a
fuckin bone." Cam laughed, making a joke out of it even though his
mouth was dry.
Dominic just stared down at his own balls, feeling them grow
heavier, swelling in his hand, as his cock thickened and pushed out.
His husky voice cracked as he whispered, "I... I think I am."
Van's eyes were closed as he hung on to Clint, his hands moving
across Clint's muscular chest. Clint had him firmly in his grasp,
his biceps flexing as he gripped Van tighter. They were kissing
wildly, tongues battling, lips pressed against one another, pulling
in deep breaths when they could. Sweat was pouring down them both,
dripping down their faces, making their eyes sting, but they were
only aware of their hunger for each other. Clint wrapped his
powerful arms around Van, leaning back a little and pulling Van's
slim body on top of his. He had never felt any sensations like this
before ... intense waves of heat radiating out from deep in his
groin, up through his gut and out to every nerve in his body. He
felt as though he were on fire, only aware of the growling in his
belly and the feel of Van's body against his. Without breaking the
kiss, he began ripping and tearing at Van's shirt, not caring if
anyone saw, possessed by the hunger within him. Van pulled at
Clint's shirt, exposing more of his broad chest, then reaching up
and holding the sides of Clint's face as they kissed more fiercely.
Clint was groaning, still drowned out by the thumping music, ignored
by the rest of the crowd who were caught up in their own sensations,
guzzling more of the gatorade. He felt the growling more urgently,
deep in his taut belly, and he stretched his mouth, as though he
could kiss Van even harder. He felt a strange looseness in his jaw,
and it moved easily, as though he were stretching long-unused
muscles. He felt his lips spreading across Van's face, and it felt
good, the instinct within him spurring him to stretch MORE, to pull
Van CLOSER, to open WIDER ...
Van felt Clint's tongue growing thicker, widening and expanding as
he kissed him. With his hands on either side of Clint's chiseled,
handsome face, he felt the bones of Clint's jaw hinge moving
strangely, snapping and popping under the skin, loosening and
stretching. He barely had time to register this before Clint was
grabbing on to him and holding him steady while his lips encompassed
his whole face. He felt Clint's tongue sliding under his own chin
while Clint's upper lip moved up his forehead. He could only
breathe Clint's hot breath, and the only thought in his mind was how
his cock was harder than it had ever been in his whole life.
Clint braced himself on the couch, gripping Van by his upper arms
and spreading his powerful legs, feeling his dick stiffening like a
steel pipe, pushing its way out of his shorts. He felt the urge to
swallow, and found himself with Van's entire head in his mouth, his
lips pushing down to Van's neck. His dick flexed and every nerve
ending was jolted as the irresistible urge to gulp struck him again
and again. He stretched his mouth further, pulling in a breath of
air as he slowly engulfed Van's shoulders. His fevered brain
registered the feeling of Van slowly being drawn into his mouth, his
head almost at the entrance to his throat. Van was still
breathing, his consciousness fading, dimly aware of the moist walls
of Clint's mouth sliding over his shoulders and onto his chest. He
felt like he would orgasm at any second.
"It's too hot, turn it," Kyle said as he reached around Ty for the
shower control.
"This is how I like it, if you can't take it, then get out, ya
wuss," Ty shot back, putting his face up to the spray.
"You're hogging all the water, move over!"
Ty shoved Kyle back a little. He couldn't turn around or Kyle would
see that he had suddenly sprouted an intense hardon. Maybe he
wasn't jacking off enough. Well, it was dark, Kyle probably
couldn't see. Happens all the time to guys, he thought. "Shut up,
Kyle."
"YOU shut up."
"Good one!"
"Fuck off!"
"Aw, kiss my ass!"
There was silence, Ty's last words ringing off the tile as the water
rained down. Kyle's surferdude drawl came, barely above a whisper,
almost right in Ty's ear.
"... do you want me to? .... I will."
There was silence. Ty closed his eyes, his cock swelling to an
almost painful hardness. He breathed out one word.
"Yeah."
Can't be happening, Cameron thought. I must be so fucking drunk.
What the hell is going on?
"Oh man... Cam ... the fucking feeling..." Dominic just choked out
the words as they both stared at what was happening between
Dominic's legs. His cock had only gotten semi-hard, but it was
growing out like a fat, rubbery hose, the head swelling to the size
of a small apple, the slit gaping. Dominic was holding on to his
balls with both hands, as they ballooned past the size of softballs,
his nutsack bloating, filling, the size of a melon, hot and heavy in
his hands.
Cam opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. His
mouth was dry. His pulse was pounding in his head. His knees felt
weak, and before he could stop himself, he was sinking down,
kneeling in front of Dominic, staring at his buddy's growing
monster-sized cock and balls, growing bigger, swelling, stretching.
His eyes rolled back in his head a little. He could feel the heat
from Dominic's dick, and could see a gob of clear pre-cum bubbling
up from the stretched dick slit. He looked up, with an almost
pleading look on his face, to meet Dominic's gaze.
Dominic twisted his full lips into a sneer. The frat president...
on his knees ... and his cock and balls were growing to world record
size. The power was surging through him ... he reached one hand out
and held the side of Cameron's head. Cameron's mouth was still
hanging open. Dominic guided him closer... "Do it."
Clint was grunting, forcing his jaw to open wider as he guided Van's
body between his stretched lips. He was acting entirely on instinct
now, every muscle flexing with one purpose -- to satisfy the
overpowering hunger that was churning inside him. His throat
muscles contracted and gulped, moving Van a little further into his
throat. His lips were wrapped around Van's waist now, and he ripped
Van's shorts from his body, the veins on his powerful biceps
throbbing. He ran his hands all over Van's smooth ass cheeks,
feeling his own lips slide over his friend's round ass and onto his
legs. He was almost convulsing with the strength of his gulps, his
throat and tongue working to pull Van down into his belly. He had
never felt this hungry, like a void that was gaping in the very
center of his being. He roared with the effort, as though he were
deadlifting a weight that was almost too much for him. He strained
to pull Van in faster, gripping his legs and pushing him in, the
sensation of ultimate fullness just beginning to reach his gut.
All Kyle could hear was the sound of the pounding shower as he knelt
down behind his roommate. Ty put his hands against the wall of the
shower, spreading his legs slightly and pushing out his ass,
offering it to his frat brother and friend. Kyle ran his hand over
Ty's ass cheek, seeing the water pouring in rivulets over the hard
muscle. He leaned forward and ran his tongue across the top of Ty's
buttcrack. The skin felt hot and feverish under his tongue. Ty
shivered, and spread his legs further. Kyle grabbed his glutes with
both hands, spread them, and pushed his face between them, his
tongue probing, searching, pushing against Ty's tight butthole.
The weight of Dominic's swelling balls and cock forced him to sit on
the john, as he guided Cameron's head down onto his mammoth prick.
He let out an involuntary groan as Cameron managed to just barely
get the head into his mouth. He almost screamed with the intensity
of the pleasure as Cameron pushed his tongue into his gaping piss
slit.
"Fuck YES! YES! Get in there! DEEPER!" Dominic gripped Cameron's
head with both hands, and flexed his cock, trying to stretch the
slit even wider. Muscles deep within him responded, and he heard
Cameron gagging as his cockhead grew a size larger. The feeling was
intense; Dominic flexed again, feeling his cockhead expand again as
he did. Cameron pulled off, sputtering and choking.
"I can't do it man, it's too fucking big."
Dominic was lost in the feeling, leaning back on the john, his fists
gripping the flagpole of a cock that jutted up, so hard it was
almost purple. He flexed it again, feeling it grow. Fuck, he
thought. I can MAKE it bigger. Big as I fuckin WANT. He felt the
insistent itch in his dickslit. He opened his eyes and glared and
Cameron. "Get your tongue in there."
"But -- I told you man --"
"NOW."
Cameron leaned forward. Dominic's dickhead was now too wide to get
in his mouth, but he could still push his tongue down into his
buddy's cockslit. He closed his eyes and dug in. He could feel
Dominic's cock pulsing as he flexed and flexed again, this newfound
power over his cock too much to resist. Cameron felt precum leaking
up, filling his mouth, covering his tongue. He felt the hard, hot
flesh of Dominic's dickhead pressing against him, the lips gaping
further, opening wide, stretching ... stretching ... stretching ...
Dominic was flexing over and over ... building a rhythm ... feeling
his cock grow ... just a little more ... yeah ... yeah ... yeah ...
just a little more ... more ... more ... flex ... flex ... flex ...
And he knew what he was going to do. He reached out and began to
apply pressure to the back of Cameron's head ... flex ... flex ...
FLEX
Clint rubbed his palms across the soles of Van's bare feet, the only
part of him still protruding from Clint's mouth. He gulped again,
feeling Van reaching his belly and beginning to curl up beneath his
tight abs, a bulge showing, giving Clint a gut where he'd never had
one before. Clint pushed gently, swallowing at the same time, and
felt gravity take over as Van slid down Clint's slick, distended
throat, slim legs following the rest of his trim body down to his
friend's belly.
Clint lay back on the couch, arms spread, heart pounding, jaw
muscles and abs almost cramping from the extreme effort of engulfing
Van whole. He put his hands up to his jaw, guiding the tender,
sore muscles back into place, feeling the jaw hinge pop back,
feeling Van twisting inside his gut, turning over, being compressed
into a ball as his abs tightened. He swallowed a few more times,
feeling his throat begin to contract, pulling in, the muscles
returning to their normal size and shape. He felt like he'd had the
most incredible massage of his life ... every fiber of his muscular
body was relaxed, satisfied, fulfilled. Still his stiff cock
pressed insistently against his thigh, still wet with precum. Still
adrift in the feeling, he slowly slid his hand along his hardness,
feeling Van struggling inside him. He felt himself coming to the
edge ... he moved one hand across his belly, unused to having a
swollen gut. Van turned again.
Ty grabbed onto the wall of the shower, his nerves singing with the
incredible sensation of Kyle licking his asshole. He'd never
imagined anyone doing this to him, not even his girlfriend, not Kyle
in a million years, his California surfer roommate, his frat
brother. But here they were in the dark in the shower and all Ty
could feel was Kyle's hands on his butt, holding his firm cheeks and
burrowing into the deep cleft of Ty's ass. Ty's asshole was pulsing
like it was on fire, and he pushed back a little to urge Kyle on.
He spread his legs, and sank his weight down a little. His head was
floating, spinning, and he was overwhelmed by the sensations
radiating out from his ass. He pushed back a little more, willing
himself to open up further, to feel more, to help Kyle get deeper,
deeper. He groaned as he felt Kyle's tongue dig even further into
his ass as he relaxed the muscles, feeling the tight ring of his
butthole expand and loosen. A wave of dizziness went through him,
making him catch his breath and lose his balance. As he did, his
muscles relaxed even further. He could feel Kyle's head pushing up
between his cheeks. As he grabbed onto the shower faucet for
support, he realized that he was sitting against Kyle's strong
shoulders ... he had begun to engulf Kyle whole, swallowing him with
his ass. Another wave swept up his body, and he followed the
instinct, pushing down with all his weight, forcing his ass open
further, groaning until he felt Kyle's shoulders moving up into his
butt. He flexed his ass cheeks, pulling Kyle in further. He was
almost hyperventilating from the supreme intensity of the feeling,
the fullness and stimulation of forcing Kyle up into his hungry ass.
He braced himself against the wall, and heaved mightily, his ass
cheeks working, grinding against Kyle, sucking him into his deep
buttcrack.
Dominic felt his balls expanding, the weight and the fullness,
stretched beyond belief. He panted, staring, grinning. Somehow he
had done it. He almost laughed as he felt the stirring sensation in
his gargantuan nuts. At first he was just daring himself to see how
far he could go, but then he knew he could do it. Cameron had only
struggled for a minute or two ... he never suspected as Dominic
flexed his cock bigger, straining to make his dickslit huge ... that
Dominic would force him into his cock, flex his cock muscles to pull
him down his thick shaft, swallowing him into his balls. For a
minute Dominic almost relented ... but then he thought of all the
times Cameron had pulled rank on him, had gone first because he was
president, had left Dominic in the shadows ... and that made him
work harder, pushing Cameron deeper and deeper, feeling his balls
swell as they engulfed him, churning, pulsating, thick and heavy.
Somebody pounded on the door of the john, shouting to be heard over
the music. "What the hell you doing in there? I gotta piss, man!"
Dominic paused for a moment, catching his breath, closing his eyes
and letting his cock recede a little, softening, contracting,
recharging for another assault.
"If you gotta go so bad," he said hoarsely, "then come on in."
Ty was sitting on the floor of the shower now, the spray raining
down on him, as he supported his weight on his hands, leaning back,
gulping in huge breaths, his triceps bulging. He wasn't even aware
of the guttural sounds he was making as he flexed over and over,
working to pull Kyle completely up into his ass.
"Uuuuunnnngggh, UUUNNNNNNGGGH". Ty could feel the incredible
fullness, the bulk of Kyle's surfer body, the movement of Kyle's
struggles stimulating him from deep inside. He flexed his ass
muscles, the powerful ring of his butthole now around Kyle's ankles.
He felt like his cock would burst at any second.
"UuuuuuuuuUGGGGGGHHHh!" He uttered a deep roar like a bull
charging, and with one last effort, he sucked Kyle between his
muscled cheeks, his stretched asshole clamping shut. At the same
time, his cock erupted, throwing hot, thick spurts of cum across his
chest. Ty yelled out, almost screaming with the mindblowing
intensity of his orgasm.
Outside the Pike house, two figures crouched in the bushes. As Ty's
shouts echoed from the bathroom window above them, one turned to the
other, grinning.
"It's working."
"You sure, Alston? You sure they got it?"
"I left it right where that dumbfuck Corelli would see it. I know
they got it, just like we planned."
Will grinned again at his buddy. They'd crept over to see if their
revenge against the Pikes -- those fucking jock assholes -- was
complete. They listened again to the sounds coming from the house,
and thought of all the trial runs they'd had to make sure the stuff
worked ... that had been hard ... but now they had done it. Will
leaned in close to his buddy.
"Next week ... those Alpha Phi fuckheads."