He was too exhausted to shower, so he stripped and climbed into bed. He closed his eyes, but he could not sleep. Before he knew it, one hand was jerking his dick, while the other was working two fingers inside the tender, slimy hole remembering how comfortable, yet slutty, he felt servicing the three muscle jocks. He licked his lips. He could taste Dylan, Lane and Smith’s cum-covered cocks he had cleaned off after each spermed him, the remnants of their fuck having been ground into his mustache. When he came, four of his fingers were inside his asshole, and he was attempting to fit his thumb alongside them. He brought his gooey hand up to his face. He coated his mouth with the shiny substance, adding more to his stache for a late-night snack before scooping up his own load from his stomach and dropping the mixture into his mouth. He fell asleep, nursing his fingers like a baby.

Practice wasn’t great that week. Hunter could not concentrate and was missing all his dives. Even his favorite, inward 3 ½ tuck, would splash. On Thursday, he was holding a handstand on the edge of the platform when he saw his phone light up 10m below. With the coach’s whistle, he did a perfect back double somersault with 1 ½ twists. The second he hit the water, he swam towards the edge and grabbed his phone. “FINALLY!” he thought, as he read, “the guys loved MEATING you! come over Sunday around noon. xx”

On Sunday, Hunter was about to leave when there was a knock on his door. He opened it to the most attractive man he had ever seen. Tall, dark and handsome was an understatement. He was so fixated on the man’s eyes; he didn’t hear him introduce himself.

“Dude. You okay?”, he asked.

“Sorry? Yeah, yeah. Sorry about that.”

“No worries.” He laughed. “I’m Q. Brother Dylan said what an amazing time you guys had last week. Actually, it was “his ass was fire! I can’t wait for everyone to knock him up and add him to our brotherhood.” He said with a devilish smile on his face.

Hunter was hanging onto his every word.

Q continued, “We normally wait until you officially convert to being a brother before giving you one of these, but we all agreed, with how hungry that hole is, it is just a matter of time.” He threw a blue t-shirt at Hunter. “Put this on and let’s head to the house.”

Twenty minutes later, Q and Hunter entered Beta Beta Pi.

He thought the house would be noisy, filled with frat brothers since it was Sunday afternoon. To Hunter’s surprise, it was eerily quiet. It seemed like they had the house to themselves. He followed Q into a large media room. “This is Zander.” Q said. “Wait there while I get set up.” Hunter smiled at him as he tied on the mask that was laying in front of him and knelt on the ottoman. When Zander smiled back at him, Hunter got the feeling that dinner was being served, and he was tonight’s main course.

Hunter heard Q talking to someone and thought another brother was going to be joining them. When he looked up, he realized that Q had started to stream content, and the ring light was set up aimed directly at them. He wanted to ask who the fuck the audience was. He didn’t want to get a panicked call in a few weeks’ time that his mother had had a heart attack due to a video of her precious little boy getting pig skewered by two frat-dicks, sent to her by some gossipy bitch from church.

Hunter could feel himself getting harder while Zander and Q explored his body and removed his clothes. They stroked his ego too, saying he could possibly be the best pledge to date. Hunter beamed with pride hearing those words from the two sexy brothers. It also solidified that he no longer cared who was watching, he was going to give them whatever they wanted, however they wanted, for as long as they wanted.

He was bent over. Q slid his tongue into his mouth, while Zander slid his tongue in his rectum. When they switched, Hunter thought their tongues would meet in his stomach. He could taste the pool’s chlorine from his ass as he sucked on Zander’s tongue, making his own cock drip pre-cum on the fabric.

Zander’s cock smacked Hunter’s face when he released the meat from his shorts. He spun around and was presented with an even more impressive cock. He was afraid that Q’s massive head could get stuck if he took him deep, like a champagne cork being forced into the bottle starting with the bulbous part first. Q worked his manhood into Hunter’s neck, holding the back of his head so his balls were being tickled by Hunter’s goatee as Zander punched the pledge with his whole cock and proceeded to pound the hairy hole that sucked him in deeper.

Hunter, lost in his dicking, was loving every thrust, but when they commanded him to work his hole hard on raw cock, open himself up and accept the brotherhood, he almost shot his load right then, handsfree. Goosebumps covered his body. He wanted to be a member more than anything and knew that his fate was being determined by the raw cocks inside of him and the powerful Beta Beta Pi seed they carried. Hunter would gladly take every Beta Beta Pi brother’s load until he became a brother.

Hunter got a mouthful of lube and his asshole when he started to suck Zander clean while Q pushed into his colon. Minutes later, Q was using the diver’s ass like a trampoline, pulling almost all the way out and diving in further with each bounce.

Zander laid on the ottoman as Hunter slid his hairy opening down his penis. Q watched the pledge-cunt easily take his brother, so he aligned his own enormous cock towards the pucker and pushed in, adding it alongside Zander’s. The frat-bros hammer away at the hole, now stretched to its max. Hunter leans into a tuck position, giving the double-cocked drilling full access. The jocks have the pledge fuck himself up and down their veiny shafts.

The tightness inside the full hole pushed Zander’s cock to the brink, filling the twat with ropes of creamy frat-cum. Hunter jumped at the opportunity to suck the rest of the load out of the spent cock as Q lifts the pledge’s leg and re-enters him. He long dicks the newly wet and loose cavity before emptying his balls deep inside.

Q pulls out with a sloppy thud. The frat brothers admire the hairy void, teasing it to shoot their loads back at them. Pushing his hole inside out, Hunter shoots a gut-full of spunk towards the jock duo. Zander and Q celebrate their successful breeding and the size of their wads as they watch the thick trail of white pour down the pledge’s ass cheek.

Hunter was on autopilot as he walked back to his building. He was beyond tired, he felt weak, and he was sure his manhole wouldn’t close fully for days. He opened his door, peeled off his shorts and fell onto his bed. He curiously reached down to feel his destroyed hole. He lifted his leg to finger the pouty lips and noticed a thick stream of cum that ran down the back of his leg. He was grinning ear to ear, thinking that those loads could be the ones that finally made him a full-fledged member of the brotherhood when he suddenly heard voices and broke from his haze. He jumped out of bed covering himself with his shorts and scanned the room for his roommate.

“Phew!” He wasn’t there, but Hunter was definitely hearing something. “Where the fuck?” He saw his roommate’s partially closed laptop on his bed. He walked over and opened it. On his screen were Brothers Zander and Q, still naked. Their deflated cocks between their legs, leaking the last drops of cum onto the sofa, talking about how hot it was to “gap out that hairy manhole with two dicks at the same time.” Shutting the laptop, pride filled Hunter for a second time that day, knowing he had impressed and satisfied two sexy tops, his potential brothers.

“AW…..SHIT!!!”, it occurred to Hunter that his roommate had watched it all. Him naked, dick hard, getting plowed, getting double-plowed by two hung frat-bros asking them, no, begging them to induct him into their special brotherhood.

Hunter became nervous. Would his roommate judge him, treat him differently? Then he noticed that the tank he threw on his bed when Q had him change into the Beta Beta Pi t-shirt was wadded up by the laptop. Picking it up, he realized it was drenched in cum. Not a single load either, four of five – that or his roommate had cum like a fire hose. He held it to his face and put it in his mouth.

“Damn!” Hunter thought as his nerves turned into a laugh realizing what a cum-addict he had become. He was standing naked in the middle of his dorm room, his busted hole leaking jizz from two men, his roommate’s recently used cum rag in his mouth and he had never been harder.

Hunter sucked on the load-soaked tank like he was nursing a bottle as he furiously stroked his cock, when he heard the door open. He spun around and saw his roommate standing in the doorway. He smiled at Hunter and closed the door behind him.

His roommate walked slowly towards him.

Hunter began stroking his cock again.