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."

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