Zander's first pledge encounter wasn't too bad. There were three guys there and
they gangbanged him, using him like a fleshlight to dump their loads, then
sending him on his way, saying, “We'll let you know.” If he was expected to walk
away hurt and disappointed, they were wrong. If anything he was more determined
than ever. Then the text came "Same time, same place, fucktoy. Saturday night."
A friend asked him what was up and Zander replied, “Nothing!” a little too
quickly. His friend gave him an odd look but didn't push it. Zander tried to
discreetly adjust the painfully hard cock in his pants. Saturday night, once
again, Zander was knocking on the frat house door. There were just two guys this
time. They stripped him down and face fucked him, balls deep, and he took it,
gagging and gasping, without complaint. Then, as he expected, they wanted his
ass. Zander would actually rather get fucked up the ass than try to deep throat
these guy's fat cocks. They were using him hard and he was loving every minute
of it. Then, one of them had him riding cowboy. The guy was laying back on the
sofa cushions, Zander lying back against his chest, legs spread on either side
of him, powering up and down on the stud's fat dick when the other one, fisting
his cock said, "Looks like he's ready for another one" crawling on to the sofa
between his frat brother's knees, his cock aimed at Zanders already stretched
out hole. The guy already fucking him said, "Yeah, give it to him!"
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