"Alright, bro," said Blaise, his green eyes glowing as he took a hit from a fat blunt. "You ready to learn the truth?"
A nervous bug buzzed in Gio's stomach. A dollop of cum dripped from his naked hairy ass. All day long the freshman frat boy had been taking hot loads in various locations, first from huge hogs stuck through a glory hole in a bathroom on campus, then from a beefy truckers at a pit stop at the edge of town, and finally during a torrid nighttime orgy in a wooded park on the way to Blaise's co-op. In each situation, Gio had been somewhat bewildered to have found himself in yet another set of raunchy entanglements but by now he was getting used to the non-stop bang fest that his mouth, cock, and hole were daily being treated to. He understood that on some level he wasn't just falling accidentally into this bacchanalia lifestyle but was actually creating it with his desires.
Gio exhaled and tugged on his long soft uncut dong. "Yeah," he said. "I'm ready."
Blaise stood before him entirely in the buff, his incredible musculature and insane uncut trouser snake (eye-wateringly large even when in its flaccid form) on full display. From his gorgeous locks to his perfectly-shaped calves, the hippie stoner was the epitome of manly virility, with heaving pecs, rounded shoulders, unparalleled arms, steel-cut abs, prominent fuck muscles, and thick fuzzy thighs. As ganja smoke swirled around his head, Blaise smiled.
"Then let the ritual begin," he said.
To either side of them stood around a dozen other sensational bohemian men, many with dreadlocks and all with impeccable bodies. The stank of a heady BO rose from their furry hides and each was sporting a long hooded pecker that would have put the Greek god Priapus to shame. A beautiful statue of a half-goat horned man was placed on an altar between them, decorated with all kinds of crystals and incense sticks wafting the smell of myrrh. Despite the fact that nobody was erect, an undercurrent of libidinous energy swirled through the group. Gio gulped from the sight of so many beauties, his seed-filled puck twitching with anxious excitement. Another massive blunt was passed to him and he took a deep hit, letting the weed settle in his lungs and take his mind to a place beyond time. The sexy hippie who had handed it to him, that ridonkulus stud Armando with the pencil mustache, smiled and caressed Gio's exposed abs.
"I welcome you into our consecrated circle with boundless love," he said.
Armando leaned in and planted a soft kiss on Gio's lips, an embrace so tender it made Gio's heart flutter. Looking around, he saw that the rest of the hot hippie boys were each doing the same, providing one another with loving embraces and words of affirmation. Blaise turned to him.
"Love you, Gio," he said, hugging Gio tight and rubbing his stiffening wood against the frat bros.
"You too..." replied Gio.
Blaise cocked an eyebrow. "Not sure I should be surprised but you seem confused."
"Well, we just don't do this part at the frat."
"You don't enter the circle with love?"
"Uh, no. We just kind of jerk off together."
Blaise snorted. "Okay, well no wonder your rituals are inferior to ours."
"Love is the most powerful force there is," Armando said, nodding.
"We come to the circle overflowing with love," said Blaise. "So that we may partake in its sacred nature."
By this point, Gio, Blaise, Armando, and the rest of the participants' uncut cocks were flying at half mast. All were also dripping copious rivulets of pre-cum, which ran down their thick shafts, over their bushy balls, and trickled across their hairy legs to the floor.
"Each of us is created from love," Blaise said, taking Gio's hand and leading him over to the altar. "And through this ritual we strengthen the love that exists between us."
The THC was making it hard for Gio to concentrate on Blaise's words. The powerful rush of randy energy was also suffusing the frat boy's body with desperate desire. He was staring at the gigantic dongs all around him, wondering what each would taste like if placed on his tongue, or feel like if stuffed into his highly-aroused puck. One of the hippies, the tall dude named Everest, was licking his lips as Gio approached a hip-high pedestal.
"Good thing this one arrived quite overflowing already," Everest said.
Gio didn't have much time to react before Blaise gently pushed his torso down over the pedestal, causing Gio's fuzzy callipygian rear to stick out. A good glob of dude fluid dripped from his well-used heinie, testament to all the dick he'd already taken today. In the next moment, Blaise's lips were lapping at Gio's back door, his long tongue greedily savoring the treat of man cream leaking from between those buns.
"Fuuuuccckkkkkkkkk!" cried Gio, feeling Blaise's perfect ministrations open up his fundament in such an amazing way.
"C'mon, Blaise," said one of the fellow hippies, the supremely hairy mf named Skyler. "Don't hog that snug snatch. We all want a turn."
Rock hard batons were smacking Gio's naked hide, each slap eliciting a cry of ecstasy from him. One last rational brain cell in his head was realizing that he was the guest of honor in today's ritual, and that meant he'd be the center of attention. As Skyler began tossing Gio's salad like a virtuoso ass eater, Blaise came over and plunked his sterling erection on Gio's face.
"Open up, stud," Blaise said. "And get ready for a porking you won't believe."
Gio needed no further encouragement to part his lips and let Blaise sink his sopping sausage straight down Gio's throat.
"NNNNNGGGHHH!" Blaise moaned. "Soooo fucking good..."
He began battering Gio's soft mouth with his masterful mammoth member, bucking his hips wildly as the remaining boys took turns eating Gio out. Stars spun around Gio's head as he took the loving assault from both ends. His own prong was by this point painfully erect and, as yet another tongue plunged in and out of his keyed-up hole, it fired off a quick quid of fresh jizm, a short hands-free release just from the excitement of what was happening.
"Alright, bros," called a voice. "Who's gonna get to break into this tang first?"
While continuing his incursion, sliding his beer-can-thick dick in and out of Gio's throat, Blaise leaned over and whispered: "Why don't you choose, my love?"
Gio didn't even have to think twice before his eyes darted over to Everest, with his unbelievably-large plonker, a siege weapon so stupendous that it put all the others in the room to shame, which was saying a lot considering that every boy present had an organ that would jut proudly past the end of a ruler. Everest blew Gio a kiss and then came over to spin him around. As the rest of the hippies lifted Gio, Everest looked him in the eyes and grinned.
"Here you go, handsome," he said, shoving his gargantuan gonzo prong straight up into Gio's guts. "HHRRRGGG! It's so wet and tight in here."
And with that, he began fucking Gio like a madman, just going into an animalistic frenzy as his gorgeous muscles bulged and his enormous nards repeatedly smacked Gio's taint. The frat boy's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he became nothing more than a receptacle for men's massive anacondas, a total cock slut who could never be satisfied with anything other than complete submission to dong.
"Hell yeah, Everest!" cried one of the onlookers, high-fiving the mountain of a man.
All around them, the hippies not currently holding Gio up were giving themselves to one another, each aroused beyond measure, sucking dick, eating ass, and mounting one another like the horny beasts they were. The smell of raw ball nectar and stanky, stanky armpit was swirling with abandon, sending everybody into an ever higher state of being. Gio watched the bacchanalia as Everest's ginormous dong pistoned in and out of his tight fuzzy hole and felt that hefty shaft grow just a touch thicker as Everest's eyes screwed up. The huge hippie climaxed, releasing a flood of fresh splooge into Gio's sodden antechamber. Everest pulled out, his titanic tool still stiffer than steel, smacked Gio's perfect butt cheeks and went off to find another receptacle for his potent seed. Gio only had to endure the feeling of his ass being empty for a moment before another supremely stacked hippie, his long dreadlocks swaying, his chest blasted in an obscene pelt of hair, stepped up and jammed his pharaonic hog into Gio's pliable puck, jackhammering away with the utmost passion.
"HMMMFFF! HMMFFF!" Gio whimpered, loving the fact that he was on the receiving end of so much amazing cock.
Another uncut monster was dangled over his face, its balls and shaft smacking him across the cheeks for just long enough to tease him. But Gio knew what he wanted and that was to be stuffed from both ends for as long as possible so he instantly guzzled that delectable prize into his gullet and gave himself away to the forceful double fucking he was given. An assgasm wracked his body and his iron erection sprayed out a substantial quantity of cum, coating his muscular abs and pecs as well as the ravishing men all around him.
The orgy continued apace for some time, each hippie in turn thrusting his monumental schlong into Gio's mouth and ass and injecting a deluge of sticky icky that Gio either swallowed down like a greedy pig or felt churning in his rear tunnel and mixing with the many other deposits already in there. Blaise by this point had orgasmed twice in each of Gio's orifices and had a good helping of jizz leaking out his own hairy hole. Coming in for a kiss, he whispered in Gio's ear.
"C'mon, babe. I can see you're having fun but I want to get my rocks off with you in another way."
With a puppy-dog smile, Gio tore himself away from the altar of spit roasting and followed his sexy lover to another part of the room. There, Skyler, Armando, and Everest were each getting DP'ed by other hippies, each howling at the top of their lungs from the pleasure they were experiencing. Just as Blaise and Gio came up, the two dudes banging Everest climaxed, their thick dicks inundating Everest's backdoor with a heavy cream pie that came dripping out onto the floor.
"Looks like we arrived at the perfect moment," Blaise said, his green eyes shining.
The other hippies evacuated Everest's ass, leaving him to look around pleadingly. Blaise came over, grabbed Everest's hair and spit on his face.
"Don't worry, slut. We've got some titanic pocket rockets ready for you."
Blaise sat back on a pillow and encouraged Everest to mount him cowboy style. Within seconds, Blaise's brobdingnagian banana had slid straight into Everest's hungry keister, leaving them both huffing and moaning in ecstasy. Gio saw his opportunity and pressed his flaring cock-head to Everest's already jam-packed hole. There was a moment of resistance but then that complaisant compartment relented and Gio and Blaise were both balls deep in Everest's incredible love tunnel. Being so tall, Everest had a massive ass, just two enormous round marble slabs of meaty caboose and Gio found himself sighing in delight at the fact that he got to pound that astounding puck while feeling Blaise's herculean hog deliver the same divine dicking. God, it felt so good to bang a dude's buns while another dude's cock was pressed against your own. At the same time, both Gio and Blaise got to be in the presence of Everest's elephantine erection, an extraordinary uncut organ so large that it boggled the mind, its foreskin-covered end continuously firing off rounds of hot ball batter as Everest took two tools right up where the sun don't shine. To be able to connect so deeply with these fellow sexpots sent Gio's mind swirling, the incredible sights and smells, the arousal and emotions, the melting into one another and the unprecedented male bonding that could only happen through the union of minds, bodies, and souls.
"FUCKKKKKKK!" Gio said, completely absorbed in somatic rapture, his heart swelling with the massive amount of love he was feeling.
"You getting close, babe?" Blaise asked, giving him a mischievous smile.
All Gio could do was nod his head and whimper, his capacity for words almost entirely obliterated by this point.
"Then let's blow our loads together."
"Unnhuh!"
"You ready?"
"MMMMM..."
"Okay, on my count. One."
"Holy..."
"Two."
"GRRHHH!"
"THREE!"
"YYYRAAAAHHHHH!" Gio cried, feeling his balls contract as he expelled a heaping helping of boy batter into Everest's nethers.
"HELL YEAH, LOVER!" Blaise said, simultaneously achieving his own orgasm and discharging a major portion of raunch sauce as well.
"MMMRAAWWWW!" moaned Everest, geysering what seemed like a gallon of creamy seed all over himself and the two boys double-corking him.
As their climaxes subsided, Blaise and Gio exited Everest's exit and wiped their brows.
"Damn, Blaise," Gio said. "I can't thank you enough for showing me the light."
Blaise blushed and then kissed his new bf. "Absolutely, you amazing sex machine. Now let's see what other fun we can rustle up before we're all splooged out."
Gio fell asleep in Blaise's arms, several additional boys spooning them on each side. When he woke up and headed back to the frat the next morning, he knew he was a changed man. He'd reached a new level of understanding in his powers, sensing the slight vibration of air currents and the heady aromas they brought, here a randy man desperately needing his backdoor plowed, there another just waiting to have his world turned completely upside down. Each and every soul around him was a beautiful creation and he was dancing in the magic and the flow of life.
"Fuck, cuz," said Matteo. "You look so damn fine right now."
The two Italian stallions stood before one another in front of the Alpha Alpha Alpha frat house, each a near-mirror image of the other. Gio saw the twirling chest hairs flowering across his cousin's pecs, Matteo having worn a low-cut tank top, and recognized that his own torso was similarly hirsute and muscular, and that he was an object of desire for so many men. His cousin's humongous uncut salami was crammed into Matteo's usual tight running shorts and a small spot of precum was spreading across the front just below the waistband.
"Swear I could bone you right now," Matteo said, giving a fox's grin while rubbing his titanic inflating tool.
"Why don't we?" asked Gio, suddenly curious. "What's stopping us?"
Matteo chortled. "C'mon, cuz. Let's not even go there."
"What if we both wanted to?"
"Ha! Good one, Gio. Beside anything else, you know it's against the rules."
"Where did these rules come from, Matteo? Who gave them to you?"
The studly frat boy scratched at his bearded chin.
"What do you mean? They've been passed down from bro to bro here at the Alpha Alpha Alpha house."
"So you were initiated into the rituals when you first joined?"
"Of course, broski."
"And who told you that frat members aren't allowed to screw one another?"
"Honestly, Gio, you're asking way too many questions right now. What's gotten into you?"
Matteo stared at his cousin with a challenging look, his eyelids narrowed, his nostrils flaring. Gio gulped.
"It's just that I've... ah... been practicing with another crew. And coming to realize the fullness of my power."
"What the fuck, cuz! Tell me who you've been seeing."
"Um... just this guy Blaise--"
"That fucking hippie! I warned you to stay away from him."
"But why, Matteo?"
"He's nothing but trouble. Don't listen to his lies."
"But, Matteo, I don't think he's doing anything wrong. Honestly, the opposite--"
"You know what, cuz. I think it's time to remind you of who's in charge here."
Matteo was suddenly looming over his gentler cousin, bearing down with a disgruntled look. Matteo's armpits and crotch gave off an insanely arousing smell, a heady combination redolent of primeval forests and wet earth. Gio's dick hardened and his puck began to ache as he watched his sexy cousin's enormous prong stiffen in those barely-there running shorts.
"Come with me," Matteo said.
"But--"
"I said come with me."
Unable to defy his cousin's command, Gio followed him away from the frat house. Why can't I resist him, Gio thought. His odor, his dong, his demeanor, his entire being was just too captivating. A dark aura seemed to hover around Matteo's body and Gio watched as dudes on the street turned their heads, raised their noses, and grabbed their crotches while the two of them sped by. Staring at his own fingertips, Gio saw a nimbus similar to the one Matteo emanated. Except that Gio's looked to be made of a glowing golden light, shimmering and pure.
"Here we go," Matteo said, stopping in front of a yoga studio.
Gio recognized it as a place he'd taken classes before he'd joined the frat, always trying desperately to hide his erections from the beefy and kind German instructor, Florian. Despite a sign on the door saying that class was in session, Matteo barged right in. The interior was steamy and reeked of sweat. It must have been a men's day because Gio saw around twenty college-aged guys all bent over in downward dog, their incredible rears just barely covered in flimsy shorts. The muscle-bound shirtless instructor Florian cleared his throat.
"I'm very sorry but we're in the middle of class," he said with Zen composure. "Perhaps you boys would like to sign up for our next session."
Yet Gio could see that Florian's ginormous German sausage was already starting to inflate, causing a significant protrusion in his skimpy yoga shorts. The instructors eyes were also dilating and Gio recognized the faint flush on Florian's face and the rising of the hairs on his supremely-stacked arms that signaled a rise in randiness. A not-insignificant spot of pre-cum was slowly spreading across the front of his shorts and Gio could only sigh at the sight of Florian's biceps and shoulders, which were covered in beautiful geometric tattoos, his amazing hairy abs and pecs sheening with a slight film of sweat, and those adorable ears that stuck out in a goofy manner.
"We're not here for yoga," said Matteo, grinning like a wolf. "We're here to bone."
Florian screwed his face up in confusion. "I believe you might be mistaken then. This is not the right place for such things."
Matteo's dark aura seemed to extend outward. "And I say nuts to your meditation. I want to fuck."
"Surely," replied Florian. "You can find a better place to do that?"
But Matteo wasn't paying attention. He turned to the line of ass-up boys, licking his lips and rubbing his hands together. Matteo's crazy colossal sausage was tenting up his shorts while the yoga boys' own weiners were rapidly straining the fabric of their outfits. The stank of balls and taints and pits was filling up the studio and everybody's lust was skyrocketing at an incredible pace. Yet Gio felt something was amiss. Matteo's dark aura has spread through the room like a malevolent miasma and Gio could tell that it was causing a fluttering of emotion in the hearts of the students and their instructor. Striding forward to stand in front of Florian, Gio realized that he knew exactly what to do.
The husky, gentle yoga teacher had a confused look on his face, fear mixed with desire mixed with intrigue. He and Gio stared at one another longingly, their gazes soft and full of passion.
"You've always been my favorite yoga teacher, sir," Gio said.
"And you've been an excellent student, young man," replied Florian.
"Maybe you know this already, but I've had a crush on you since the moment I laid eyes on you."
"That's very sweet. You're quite the handsome specimen yourself."
"Can I kiss you?"
Florian grinned. "By all means."
And so, Gio leaned forward and locked lips with the immaculate bearded stud before him. As he did, a flash of golden light sparked between them, spreading over their muscular bodies and then out into the rest of the room. The remaining boys in the room, Matteo included, were hit with a wave of pure bliss, their hearts suddenly filled with love for their fellow man.
"Wow!" said Florian, pawing at his crotch. "My cock is suddenly so fucking hard."
An enormous smile spread across Gio's face. "Then let me help you take care of that."
Shimmying downward, Gio pulled off the yoga instructor's shorts, allowing that gargantuan uncut kielbasa to come springing out, whapping Gio across the face and painting his cheeks with salty pre-jizz.
"Unnfff," cried Florian. "You're such a hot little slut aren't you?"
Gio didn't have time to answer before the full length of Florian's fuckstick was rammed straight down his throat, the German yoga teacher grabbing his hair and plunging that enormous bazooka mercilessly in and out of Gio's soft lips.
"GHHH! GHHH! GHHH!" moaned Florian, banging the living daylights out of Gio's skull.
A second later, Gio felt his body lifted up as Florian flipped him upside down and practically tore Gio's pants from his body. Warm air rushed over Gio's delectably hairy hole and then his puck was crammed chock full of thick yoga instructor tongue as Florian began tossing his salad like a man possessed. Gio's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he gave himself up to the German's incredible butt munching, reaching to jack the hefty shaft of his own raging uncut boner as raw ball sauce came streaming from his dick tip and landed on his face. Looking up at the room, Gio saw that the remaining boys had all crowded around his cousin and Matteo was busy taking it from both ends by a procession of super-jacked jocks. For a moment, Matteo's eyes caught Gio's and Gio saw that his cousin was surprised by this turn of events, that somehow Matteo felt the fact that he wasn't in full control of this situation but was too jam-packed with huge raging dongs to do much about it.
Meanwhile, Florian raised Gio up even further by his ankles, doing some impressive agro-yoga moves, so that Gio was eye-level with Florian's ginormous uncut beast of a cock, its flaring foreskin-covered dick-head just absolutely dripping with creamy steamy pre-jizm. Ensorcelled by that impressive scepter, Gio opened his mouth in wonder, allowing the German instructor to shove his mighty meaty baton back into Gio's supremely soft throat and begin face-fucking him with unmerciful force, plunging the utter magnitude of his colossal baby-maker all the way in and out of Gio's fore-end again and again. Gio was on another plane of existence, rapturously devoted to being completely used by that life-giving night stick as tears of overjoyed bliss fell from his ducts.
"Fuck, I need that hole," grunted Florian, lowering Gio down to all fours before diving once more into the frat boy's scrumptiously hairy ass crack with his tongue, just ravishing that puck with his unparalleled tongue.
"OOOHHHH!" moaned Gio as Florian stood and draped the full length of his monumental mammoth boner between the muscular marble slabs that were Gio's fuzzy cheeks. Looking back, Gio could scarcely believe that a prize hog so big and powerful would possibly fit inside his tight furry fundament but then Florian shifted and Gio's capacious rear immediately accommodated the entire enormous erection down to the hilt, so that the furry nest of Florian's pubes were instantly pressed against Gio's exit.
"MMMGGHH! MMGGGHHH!" cried Florian, snapping into a feral frenzy as he reamed the college student's posterior with his tremendous cream stick.
"HNNNFFF!" shouted Gio as an explosive assgasm wracked his body and his insanely-hard king kong ding dong began firing off fresh ropes of naughty nut.
The quivering of Gio's insides sent Florian into overdrive and he too achieved an astronomical orgasm, flooding the frat boy's guts with so much salty sperm that it came pouring down Gio's taint and puddled on the floor. Completely lost in his bestial fucking, Florian didn't slow down even after climaxing, his raging rod remaining maximally stiff as he stuffed the fingers of both his hands in Gio's mouth and continued to plow the boy's backyard, sending them both into the stratosphere from their lovemaking.
Despite being consumed by the consummation, Gio managed to glance again at Matteo and found that his cousin was currently being DP'ed by two stallion yoga students while a third took a turn in his throat. Gobs of sticky semen coated Matteo's fur-covered chest, ass, arms, legs, and dripped from the beard on his face, indicating that he'd already taken load after load from the assembled men, yet everybody's cocks remained at full mast, with plenty of the boys jacking their gigantic members at Matteo's side, waiting for their next opportunity to stuff him in the ass or mouth. The sight sent a wave of bliss through Gio's body and he clenched from head to toe as another orgasm rocked his very soul, causing him to spurt gobbets of gooey ball batter everywhere. Florian, too, was firing more or less continuously into Gio's sodden antechamber yet the muscle-bound instructor continued to ream his rear, driving his humongous anaconda in and out and in and out and in and out of Gio's soaking posterior.
Then, without warning, Matteo was suddenly at their side, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.
"Dang, cuz," he whispered. "You're hogging this prime specimen of hunky beef over here all to yourself. I got my fill with the other delicious dudes but now I've got to try what you're bogarting."
Gio didn't have time to consider how Matteo had escaped his orgiastic escapades on the other side of the room before his sexy cousin was placing the tip of his massive wang directly on Florian's puckered hole.
"Gott in Himmel!" shouted Florian as Matteo's titanic uncut tool sailed straight up into his heinie and Matteo began banging the German yoga instructor like a pro.
"Fuck, Gio," Matteo moaned. "This is some preeeeemo man snatch. You've got to get up in here with me."
Without knowing why, Gio obeyed, pulling Florian's sterling sausage out of his aching puck and turning around to face his cousin and the instructor.
"GLLPP!" squeaked Florian as Gio positioned himself beneath them and stuck his own pharaonic dong straight up into that bung, double-corking the German stud with his cousin. The smell of cum and pits and spit and sweat was almost overwhelming by this point, and every person in the room was captivated by the threesome up near the front, even as they continued to go buck wild on one another.
"Holy shit," whimpered Florian. "They're both inside me and they're both SOOOOO BIGGGGGGG!!!"
"Hell yeah, whore," said Matteo. "Now you know what it feels like to get reamed by two real men. Isn't this amazing, cuz?"
Gio could hardly process what was going on as Matteo leaned forward to give Gio a full-on French kiss, their tongues intertwining as their stupendous uncut weiners rubbed against one another inside Florian's derriere. A nimbus of golden light was emanating from Gio, brightening the German's front side. At the same time, an aura of darkness was radiating from Matteo, shading the yoga teacher's back side. The two glows seemed to fight for dominance over Florian's body as well as the entire room.
"HRRMMM!" moaned Matteo. "What're you doing, cuz? It feels like you're not totally here with me."
"NNNGHHH!" whimpered Gio, unable to verbalize what he was experiencing.
"Give it up, broski. Let me do the driving."
"Matteo..."
"The fuck, Gio. Your power is no match for mine."
"I think... I think..."
"GRRRR!" grunted Matteo.
"HRAAAA!" shouted Gio.
At which point the two auras, one light, one dark, merged together, covering Florian in a beautiful rosy glow. Pink-tinted light fanned out over the entire room, suffusing the assembled jocks with a type of transcendent emotion usually only experienced by mystics and acid-heads.
"Shit, cuz," Matteo said, looking woozy and drunk. "I fucking love you, man."
"I love you, too, Matteo," replied Gio.
"Mein Gott!" cried Florian. "I love both of you and your amazing cocks!"
And, all at once, every single boy in the room began to simultaneously orgasm, a concurrent climax of some twenty-three dicks each geysering out steamy sticky loads that shot into the air, or down into a throat, or straight up into an asshole. A deluge of skeet sailed over and into every body, a torrential inundation of gushy gooey love sauce that mixed with the previous achievements and saturated the place with sultry ropes of fresh jissom. Gio and Matteo blasted their raw nut batter right into Florian's caboose as parabolic arcs of ball nectar came raining from his gigantic wang. Gio's mind spun around like the cycles of the stars, his brain so blasted with passion and overwhelming feeling that he nearly passed out. Panting, every stud in the place collapsed to the ground, their heart rates subsiding in the afterglow of blowing such huge loads.
When he was finally able to come to and be cognizant once again, Gio looked around at the cuddling manly creatures all around him. He kissed Florian on the forehead, eliciting a loving purr from the German instructor, and leaned to see how his cousin was doing. But somehow, strangely, Matteo was nowhere to be found. He must have taken off, thought Gio. But why? And, perhaps more importantly, what was the nature of their relationship going to be like now that they had each confessed their love?
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