Frat house fuck fest
Title: “College Night: A Bareback Bang Bonanza”
The balmy summer evening was perfect for a wild get-together at the Delta Chi frat house. Little did the horny college boys know, this would be their most unforgettable bash yet. MWC’s hottest jocks and cock-hungry frat bros converged, eager forinis a wild sexcapade.
Barefoot bros roamed, beer bongs and cocktails in hand, as pulsing music and strobing lights set the mood. The air was thick with pheromones and promise. Guys in varying states of undress, from cutoffs shorts and no shirts, to towel sarongs, gyrated on makeshift dance floors.
In the kitchen, frat hearts throbbed for Tommy “The Tool” Tyler, tonight’s eye candy. 6’3″ of chiseled Adonis, Tommy flirted innocently, winking, flexing ripped pecs, tweaking his nipples peeking through a ribbed tank. The luckiest guy in the room yanked Tommy aside.
Jock mentor, Chad “Professor Fuck” Davis, sported a roguish grin. “Well well, look what we have here.” He palmed Tommy’s hefty bulge. Tommy gasped, felt a jolt to his balls. Grinning, Chad unzipped his fly, freeing 11 thick inches. “On your knees, stud muffin. Service your elders.”
Tommy knelt promptly, eyes gone hazy in lust. He serviced Chad expertly, tongue flicking the swollen mushroom head as he inhaled the salty musk. Chad growled, tangled fingers in Tommy’s hair, pumping his throat vigorously. “That’s it, suck massa good cummy cordy,” he taunted crudely to the transfixed onlookers.
As Tommy slurped and swallowed for all he was worth, other first years paired off, mirroring their idols’ lewd acts. The basement morphed into a debauched E Bai Bloch bang-a-thon fest, poppers, powder and lube greasing the way.
Bros milled about, comparing tool sizes, navigating hands down each other’s undone plaid shorts. A titmaster tweaked Tommy’s nipples until Tommy was dizzy with lust, slutty and squirting pre. Action snowballed as outsiders joined, forming writhing spitroast chains.
Jocks and frat piglets took turns binding cute newbies across Nauti-boy beds. Sweating bros mounted and pounded the bejesus out of the newest crop of busty coeds. Some freshmen balls-deep pussies, mashed tittyfucked, other sowshackled with buttfucker swallowing.
The party reached a wild crescendo as slick-bodied bros made like football quarterbacks, hurling hefty cocks across the room to bounded team members. Cunts and asses spewed bubbling baby batter, the room echoing with sexual grunts and sucking slurps.
As the bash wound down, spent bros sprawled nude, slick and stinky between writhing bodies, snoozing off drilled boners and dimmed popper highs. This was just the trailer for what the new school year promised for Delta Chi. Fantasy football had nothing on fraternity fuck ‘n’ suck.
The end.
