Gay Weed

Johnny couldn't stop thinking about his neighbor's donkey dick. Back when he had been a horny teen, pulling his pud to the slightest sexy thought, the stud next door would often walk around naked, strutting past the open window with his humongous dong dangling out in front of him. Johnny, who mostly jerked it to pictures of women at the time, couldn't help touching himself, thinking about that colossal cock pounding away at a hot, wet pussy.

Waitaminute. Why was Johnny remembering all this? He hadn't thought about Mr. Johnson's johnson in years. But now he was sitting in a hot tub with his best friend Pete and an acquaintance of Pete's who had let them sample some of his epic weed. Johnny, who was a lightweight when it came to illicit substances, had been blasted into the stratosphere from the first hit of that blunt.

Johnny was a junior at Stoney U. and he didn't often find himself naked in a hot tub with other dudes. But he and Pete had gotten pretty tanked at a frat party earlier and then Pete's friend----Quentin was his name----had invited them over for a relaxing smoke sesh in the tub at his co-op. Right away, Johnny had been struck by Quentin's handsome short-cropped beard and long, hippie hair. As the boys disrobed, he'd also been transfixed by Quentin's magnificently long dick, which was the spitting image of his old neighbor's.

God, Johnny was horny. Weed always boned him up and tonight he was feeling far more urges than usual. His own substantial cock was now floating at half-mast in the soothing water. He'd tried to hit on some girls at the party earlier but they'd all rejected his drunken attempts. The thought of fooling around with a guy had never really crossed his mind before, but sitting in the hot tub with Pete and Quentin, looking at their glistening, muscular bodies, Johnny was starting to feel strange. Getting stoned always turned up the dial on his sexual needs, making him feel more primal, more willing, more open to trying something new.

The funny thing was that Pete and Quentin were acting especially friendly right now. They kept horsing around in the water, grabbing one another and pretending to wrestle as they laughed. At one point, Pete had even wrapped his hand around Quentin's soft cock, joking about its size and heft as he jiggled that superlative hog. Johnny's eyes had been glued to the scene and he'd noticed Quentin catching his captivation. The senior had given him a wink and stuck out his tongue in a teasing manner.

Through his stoned haze, Johnny was wondering how big Quentin's dick got when fully hard. It looked unbelievably large already. The water in the tub rose just above their waists, and Quentin's enormous appendage was extremely visible through the clear water. For some reason, Johnny wanted to caress it, to feel it grow in his hand and then in his mouth and then...

Huh? Johnny snapped back into his normal brain. Sure, weed got him riled up, but never like this before. It felt like his body was on fire, ever fiber of his being configured toward pleasure. His balls were starting to ache and it took every ounce of power to keep his dick from sprouting into a rigid titan. Pete was looking at him in a funny way, saying something as he tweaked the gorgeous nipple of Quentin, the naked boy next to him.

"Hey, Johnny," said Pete. "What's going on with you tonight?"

Nick's mouth slavered at the sight of the five incredible butts before him. The pledges of the Phi Delta frat house had all lined up with their torsos thrown over the couch in the basement. Their pants were pulled down in a humiliating manner, exposing five delicate, peach-perfect rear ends.

For some reason, Nick kept picturing sticking his tongue into the cracks of the boys below him. He'd never eaten ass before----certainly none of his girlfriends had been into the idea----but the concept totally enraptured him at the moment. He wanted to dive his face between the firm, downy cheeks of the pledge nearest to him, running his lips all over that delightful crevice, and then go hard on tongue-fucking the eager hole hidden inside.

What the hell? Nick thought. He considered himself totally straight. Butt munching a dude was normally nowhere near his everyday thoughts. But he'd gotten omega level stoned at the party earlier, when his frat bro Ashton had let him rip bong hits of this new strain he'd recently obtained.

Ashton was looking at him now, grinning that big stupid grin he often had plastered to his face. A natural class clown and instigator, Ashton had suggested to Nick that they take the new pledges and paddle them old school down in the frat's basement. Ashton flashed another shit-eating smile, as if to say, check out this hilarious situation, the pledges blindfolded and obeying our every command like suckers.

Nick wondered why Ashton was shirtless. Not only shirtless, but in his underwear. Not only that, but he'd convinced Nick to strip down to his skivvies too, saying something about how hot it was down in the basement. Why had Nick agreed to all that? Ashton swung his Phi Delta paddle around in a few practice swings, cackling as he grabbed the considerable bulge of his crotch and dry humped the air in Nick's direction.

What a jokester, Nick thought. What an unbelievable hottie, he also thought. Ashton worked out seven days a week at the school gym and his figure was cut like an Olympic athlete's. He also had a model's face, with jet black hair and bright green eyes that seemed to light up whenever he got into some mischief.

The pledges below them were squirming, each of them terrified with the anticipation of what they were about to receive. Nick stared at the smoothest-cheeked boy, whose bubble butt was particularly saliva-inducing, and licked his lips. His cock was starting to harden uncontrollably, the weed in his brain driving his imagination to picture fingering those tight holes, followed by who knows what.

Ashton was suddenly behind Nick, that jacked, nearly-naked body pressed up against him, radiating heat. Nick could feel Ashton rubbing his underwear-covered junk against his ass.

"Hey, Nicky," Ashton said. "I've got a great idea."

The warm spray hit Harry's chiseled chest like a bright beam of happiness. His sore muscles, tired from a two-hour workout, unwound beneath the luxuriating shower at the gym. Harry immersed himself in the exquisite feeling, running his hands over his body, wetting his dark hair and staring down at his immaculate physique.

The sight of his own nude figure didn't usually turn Harry on. But at the end of his cool-down, he'd gone outside and finished a small joint that his friend and gym buddy Ashton had sold him. He liked to get high as part of his come down ritual, letting the silky smoke relax and return him to base level. But now, standing in the steamy campus gym shower, he felt his dick engorging and his balls tightening. Man, he needed to cum.

Harry was a gym rat, built like a bulldog and constantly in need of getting out his copious energy. He'd been playing video games with his roommates earlier in the night but had crept away, feeling the desire to engage his physical abilities more than his mental ones. The gym was generally empty at this late hour, the perfect time to go all out and really work on his physical form.

His soapy hand was absentmindedly rubbing his taint, the pressure on that hidden recess feeling incredible. I must have a ton of testosterone surging through me, Harry thought as his fingers slid against his puckered asshole. He considered the idea of jacking off in here----there was nobody else around----but he worried that someone might come in at any time. Then again, this was the boys locker room. If any other late-night studs caught him pleasuring himself, they'd probably understand, right? Depending on their proclivities, they might even enjoy the show.

Harry's dong was hard and large in his hand. He peeled back his foreskin, exposing his sensitive cockhead, and let a dribble of saliva drop from his mouth as lubricant. He momentarily wondered why the thought of being spied on by another guy turned him on so much but then froze as he heard a noise. A grunting sound jolted his totally-baked brain back to reality and he quickly pulled his hand away from his crotch. Good thing I didn't go too far yet, he said to himself.

Steam filled the communal showers and Harry had a tough time seeing if anyone had entered the locker room or was now headed in his direction. Another sound made him turn, a sort of low moan followed by a wet smacking noise. It's almost like someone else is in here beating his meat, Harry thought, and his fingers reflexively brushed against his shaft again.

On tender toes, Harry paced around the shower, turning around a wall to an opposing stall. What he saw made him rear back in shock----two insanely hot dudes, making out and grabbing each other's gigantic dicks right there in the gym shower, oblivious to anything else.

Completely engrossed in their French kissing and rock-hard dongs, the muscular strangers ignored Harry. He noticed that one of them was shorter, with olive skin and a manly dusting of hair covering his lower half. The other was a huge red-haired Viking who Harry instantly recognized----Karl Carleson was the school's star rugby captain and everyone on campus knew his face. Harry watched as Karl grabbed his snogging partner's curving glutes, eliciting a yelp of joy from that gorgeous god.

Harry couldn't believe two things: First, that the captain of the rugby team made out with dudes. And second, that these two were going at it in such a public place. The sight was certainly having an arousing effect on his dick, which was stiffer than Harry thought possible. Pressing himself to the wall, he thought about how hot the scene before him looked, despite the fact that he'd never before been much attracted to men. But now, it was like his pot-addled mind had conjured up a dream porn fantasy come true.

As he reached for his massive tool, his foot squeaked on the ground.

"What the hell?" Karl said, looking up in Harry's direction.

"Like I always say, a hole is a hole," Francesco said, laughing.

Wayne lowered his eyes, embarrassed to have been caught peeking at his roommate's crack as Francesco bent over to adjust something on the TV. The top of Francesco's well-defined asscheeks had risen just above the band of his underwear, causing an unexpected twitch in Wayne's cock.

Francesco came and sat down on the sofa. He was always teasing Wayne, commenting about how much Wayne liked checking out Francesco's soccer-player build. Wayne didn't usually give it much thought. He wasn't gay and he was pretty sure Francesco wasn't either. He'd overheard his virile roommate jack-hammering away at many a slutty girl during their year of living together. He's just foreign, Wayne told himself, Argentinian, so he's more comfortable with male intimacy.

Francesco's taunts had increased greatly now that the two boys had gotten high----as they often did. Their third roommate, Harry, had left behind a new nugs, which they'd packed into Francesco's psychedelic glass pipe before hunkering down to play video games. Wayne's whole mind now felt aroused, his groin sending out salacious signals to the rest of his body. He couldn't stop staring at Francesco's muscly, exposed pecks and abs. It was a warm early-summer night and Francesco had removed his shirt and tucked it into the waistband of his pants. He flipped the baseball cap on his head backwards and took another hit from the pipe.

Wayne did the same, feeling an edginess fluttering through his body. We're just hot-blooded boys enjoying each other's company, he thought. Many times before, the two of them had hung out stoned, sometimes just in their underwear. They were close friends, Wayne assured himself. Nothing wrong with checking out your buddy's body. Like their roommate Harry, Francesco was a gym-a-holic and Wayne considered asking him about his exercise routine. So then why wasn't he able to even open his mouth tonight?

"You ever fuck a girl in the ass?" Francesco asked as the start-up screen for Smash Bros lit the TV.

Wayne was used to Francesco's directness, the way he talked openly about sexual matters that Wayne generally steered clear of. He liked it----it felt like it brought them closer. Francesco's mighty sexual escapades often made for hot erotic stories. Wayne couldn't help but get turned on by them, wondering if he'd ever find himself in a three-way with two chicks or take part in an orgy like Francesco had.

Realizing he had yet to answer Francesco's question, Wayne shook his head. The pot was clouding his brain tonight, making it hard to concentrate on anything for too long.

"Oh man, you've got to try it," Francesco said. "It's so tight and sexy. They love it, too, though lots of girls have trouble dealing with my anaconda."

Francesco often referred to the beast in his sweat-shorts by that cheesy name. Wayne could see it's thick outline right now, how it pressed luridly against the thin fabric, creating a sizable mound. He knew it was a monster because once or twice he'd seen Francesco emerge from the bathroom without a towel, his significant uncut appendage looking like something Tarzan would swing from.

Francesco giggled, whooping and hollering as he clobbered Wayne's character in the video game. He seemed to be in high spirits tonight. "Dude," he announced at one point, pointing at the pipe. "This is some good shit."

Heavily-stoned Wayne just nodded along in agreement. Out of the corners of his eyes, he was still peeking at his roommate's covered member. Francesco smiled and punched his friend on the shoulder.

"Hey, you fantasizing about watching me bang a girl with this thing?" He laughed. "Keep your mind on the game."

Danny was fingering his tight asshole as he jacked the foreskin of his huge cock. Without warning, the doorbell rang.

Shit, shit, Danny thought. Who the hell could that be? He wrapped a towel around his engorged bulge and stumbled to the front door, high out of his gourd. Peeking through the peephole, he saw the pizza delivery guy.

Fuck. Danny's munchies had totally caused him to order a pizza earlier in the night but then his stoney baloney brain had completely erased the memory. His raging hormones had then taken over and decided he absolutely needed to jack it to hardcore porn. His heart was now racing as he tried to get his ridiculous boner to chill out a little.

"Just a minute!" he called through the door.

The delivery guy was a total babe, Danny thought. Cute, dirty blond hair, with a kind of skater-surfer vibe. Danny shook his head. Why was he checking this dude out? He had never really been attracted to men before and a minute ago he had been spanking his monkey to some (ostensibly) straight porn.

The doorbell rang again and, tentatively, Danny opened the door a crack. He stared at this hot stranger for a moment.

"Uh... pizza delivery?" said the guy.

"Shit," said Danny. "Yeah." His blasted brain had trouble remembering what he was supposed to do now.

"You said you'd be paying cash?"

"Right!" Danny said, fumbling around for his pockets. He realized that, other than the towel, he was completely naked. "Oh, damn. Yeah, just come in a sec. I need to find some money."

The delivery guy rolled his eyes, no doubt used to such situations working near a college campus, and entered. Danny took the pizza box and set it down on a counter, frantically searching around. His bachelor pad was in total disarray and he couldn't bring to mind where the eff he had left his wallet in the mess. Random singles filled his hand as he searched around in various spots.

"You having a good night?" the delivery guy asked while Danny blundered. Danny made an affirmative noise, lost in his task. "Yeah," said the guy. "Looks like you're having a great night."

He pointed to the living room table, upon which sat a bunch of weed, a huge bottle of lube, and a laptop still playing porn. Danny reddened to his neck and tried to mumble an excuse but the delivery guy just waved a hand.

"Don't worry about it, dude. Men get horny... and hungry, I guess."

He laughed a beautiful laugh and Danny became momentarily lost in his kind, blue eyes.

"Aw, shit," Danny said, coming to his senses. "I'm a little short on cash. But check it out. I've got this truly dank weed right here. Can we do a trade?"

The guy grinned, plunking down on the couch and beckoning Danny over. "I'm always down to get high. So yeah, what exactly are you offering me here?"

And in his grow room near campus, Ryder watered his plants.

Quentin was feeling lit and light as he stared at the two unbelievable hotties in his hot tub. He already knew Pete was a muscle stud, with his stacked abs and that corny mustache that made him look like a pornstar. But Quentin had been pleasantly surprised to see that this other guy Johnny, who had at first looked like a skinny nerd, hard been hiding a serious bod. Lithe, for sure, but also extremely well-toned, like a gymnast or swimmer. And that giant cock dangling between his legs was pretty fun to look at, too.

In his head, Quentin laughed. He wasn't normally this turned on by dudes but, as a typical liberal sociology major, he knew that human sexuality was fluid. There were times when he was totally focused on women but other instances where he couldn't help but be attracted to the beauty of men. For instance, when he was deeply stoned, like now.

Funny thing was that his dealer had mentioned that this weed was a powerful aphrodisiac. A special hybrid varietal, the guy had said, sure to induce all kinds of shenanigans. The effects were definitely working on Quentin right now, his skin sensitive, his mood relaxed, his mind ablaze with thoughts of jerking off with the two studs before him.

Could he direct the night in that direction, he wondered. Is that what he really wanted? Certainly, he'd had some experiences with circle jerks when he was younger and there had recently been that one-on-one masturbation sesh with that frat bro, Ashton, who he'd sold a half-ounce of weed to. But those situations had seemed to happen organically. How would these guys react if he suddenly mentioned a communal bout of flogging the dolphin right now?

God damn he needed to nut, though. His girthy schlong was already half hard, and he could definitely feel some precum leaking out the tip of his dick. His juices were certainly flowing tonight.

Pete seemed like he'd be down, Quentin thought. Their thighs were touching under the water and his friend kept acting extra friendly, rubbing his back, grabbing his junk, pinching his nipple, and at one point even laying a big laughing smooth on the back of his neck. But what about this other guy, Johnny? He looked a little more timid, sitting across from them with his ruffled hair and bloodshot eyes. Maybe he was just super high, explaining why he wasn't joining in on their horseplay. Quentin decided to try something.

Standing up, he felt the warm water dripping of his naked hide in the moonlight. Steam rose from his muscle-bound chest, which sported a diamond of masculine fur in the center, as he leaned toward Johnny. The boy's eyes widened like a deer in the headlights, as if he was expecting Quentin to kiss him. But at the last minute, Quentin veered off to the right and reached for the six pack hidden behind Johnny. He lingered a moment, his body crouched over Johnny's head, the fat mushroom head of his cock just about pressing to Johnny's face, and then splashed back into the tub with a grin. He popped open the beer can.

Johnny looked flabbergasted, his eyes even wider than before. But Quentin could see the little precum drop his dick had deposited on Johnny's lips. And he could also see Johnny's cute, pink tongue reach ever so tentatively out and lick the drop away.

Yeah, thought Quentin, he'd like to get up to some trouble tonight for sure.

Victor couldn't believe what had just been asked of him. Sure, he'd agreed to rush Phi Delta with his best friend, Silas, and he'd even known that there was going to be some kind of crazy hazing rituals (the frat was well known for them). But when his Pledge Master, Ashton, had ordered him to lick Silas' asshole, his brain had been completely boggled.

Actually, a weird part of him was kind of turned on by the request. Silas had an incredibly cute butt, with bouncy cheeks and just the tiniest bit of hair running down his crack. In the deepest recesses of his psyche, Victor had certainly thought once or twice about grabbing Silas' rear, maybe giving it a playful squeeze. But diving in with his tongue had never crossed his mind.

At the same time, he couldn't well refuse a direct command from his Pledge Master. Certainly not after going through a power hour of beer and what felt like a million bong rips from Ashton's stash. His head was spinning as he looked back and forth at the two older frat boys in their underwear. They'd removed his blindfold, giving him a heady view of their stripped-down, burly bodies as well as the bare behinds of his fellow pledges on the couch in the basement. Victor was having trouble understanding why Ashton and Nick had gotten nearly naked as part of the haze, but a voice inside his head found them both pretty alluring.

Silas' behind was for some reason also looking especially delectable right now. Sure, Victor had never been much into man-ass before but there was something about that curved marble slab, looking like the butt on a classical statue, that was making him feel all kinds of woozy. He knew Silas' hole was right there, almost winking at him, between those face-clapping cheeks. He was totally torn between the (supposed) repugnance of doing something sexual with a guy and the hot possibility of sticking his tongue in his best friend's crack.

"Did you hear me, pledge?" Ashton barked. "I said get down and toss that salad."

He pushed Victor from behind, though Victor felt it was less of a gruff command and more of an excuse for Ashton to run his hands over Victor's body. He'd been ordered to remove his shirt so now the only clothing he had on were the pants around his ankles. Ashton shoved him again, pressing his studly physique against Victor's and wrestling the pledge down to his knees in front of Silas' raised ass.

Holy shit that thing is incredible, Victor thought. Silas' cheeks were inches from his face and he could smell the masculine musk rising from those shapely rounds. Ashton shoved Victor's nose forward, right into Silas' crack. Victor's dick got insanely hard. Silas wriggled his cute behind, as if squirming in both anticipation and fear. The soft cheeks pressed against Victor's lips.

Victor knew that frats were notorious hotbeds of homosocial behavior, but this was queer beyond his wildest imaginings. That's what made it so god damn hot, his brain chimed in. It was unexpected... transgressive... forbidden. Knowing nothing else to do, Victor unfurled his tongue.

Karl loved to fuck. Guys, girls, it didn't matter to his raging dick, just as long as someone was willing to wrap their warm lips or tight hole around its trunk-like thickness. His specialty was getting straight dudes to give up their virgin orifices to his cosmic cock, which often seemed to cast a hypnotic spell on its intended beneficiaries.

The trick had certainly worked on Esteban, the new junior assistant coach on the rugby team, who had caught Karl's eye right away with his smoking good looks and that dashing pencil mustache. All Karl had needed to do was ask Esteban to remain behind following a late-night practice in order to go over a few plays.

After working out----during which he'd repeatedly noticed Esteban staring at the extravagant bulge in his extremely short shorts----he'd suggested they get a little high and then shower together. The moment Karl's unbelievable tool had come out in the locker room, Esteban's jaw had hit the floor. Karl laughed to himself as he led Esteban into the steamy showers, and he kept grinning while they soaped up their well-built bodies. It hadn't taken long before Karl's rod rose right into the air, causing Esteban to mutter in amazement.

"You want to touch it?" Karl had asked, smirking like the devil.

Like a bewitched man, Esteban had come closer and wrapped his sturdy grip around Karl's largess. He tugged back and forth, causing Karl's colossal cockhead to peek in and out of his extravagant foreskin and a shiver of ecstasy to radiate through Karl's body. Esteban's own member appeared delighted at the sight, as it was soon stiffer than steel. When Karl leaned in for a kiss, he took Esteban's enchanting offering in his own hand and jacked its silky sides.

The unexpected squeak made him come to his senses. Just opposite them, right there in the shower, a peeping Tom was watching them, his own boner clutched firmly in his palm. The dude was fine as fuck, Karl thought. Husky build, hazel eyes, with a body that looked like it belonged in a leather fetish catalogue. He appeared nervous and ashamed to have been caught. Karl smiled, tilting his head at the new guy.

"Yo, bud," he said. "You interested in a little man-play?"

The stranger appeared frozen in fear. Karl wondered if maybe he was straight. Then again, so was spaghetti until you got it wet. Karl decided he needed to set the guy at ease. He turned off the water and motioned towards the lockers. Both Esteban and the stranger gave him looks of confusion. But as he padded away, he knew they were both watching his butt wiggle.

At the lockers, Karl toweled off his hands and reached into his backpack. He pulled out the end of the joint he and Esteban had half-finished. He noticed the other two boys had followed him. Nonchalantly, he lit the joint and inhaled, leaning his crazy toned body against the lockers as his partially-softened cock swayed like a slow-moving metronome. He held out the doobie to the new guy, who seemed to consider the idea that they might get caught. He must have realized nobody else was coming in at this hour, because he took the offered pot. As smoke came pouring out his nostrils, Karl fixed him in a hungry stare.

"So, friend. Tell us what you're into."

Francesco loved confusing the hell out of his roommate. Americans are such prudes, he thought, so uncomfortable with public displays of affection, never admitting that, deep down, people were just sexual creatures. He'd once assumed that Wayne, with his African-American background, might be more willing to try something daring and unusual, but he'd quickly learned that the boy was almost fearful of basic touch. Back home in Argentina, Francesco had often cuddled with his male friends, held their hands, even made out with them at parties, especially when cute girls were watching. He didn't feel like it took away from his masculinity. In fact, he thought it enhanced it.

Right now, Francesco was in the mood to plant a gentle kiss on Wayne's beautiful lips. He didn't quite know way. Wayne had a gorgeous look, with a well-manicured beard and the top of his head perfectly shaved. Francesco had often been caught by his roommate's lovely long lashes and the way his teeth gleamed when he smiled. He also knew that weed tended to make him gayer, more willing to grope his closest buddies, to murmur how much he loved and respected him. Tonight the grass had a more powerful effect on him, making him want to confess all kinds of things to Wayne. It was also making him far hornier than usual.

He reached his hand for Wayne's crotch in an effort to distract him from their video game. Wayne squealed and reared back, giving Francesco the perfect opportunity to lay a smack down on Wayne's character and send it flying offscreen.

"No fair!" Wayne shouted. "You tried to fondle me."

But he didn't seem particularly upset and the two boys spent a moment gazing at one another, the air electrified between them. Francesco put his controller down and wiped his brow. Wayne seemed enraptured by Francesco's bare, sweaty torso. Suddenly standing, Wayne announced that he had to go pee.

While listening to Wayne's splashing stream, Francesco came up with a dastardly plan. He shucked his shorts and threw off his baseball cap, sitting bare-assed back on the couch. The moment Wayne returned to the room, he doubled back and held his hands up to his face like an ace physical comedian.

"What the hell, man!" Wayne said. "Put your clothes back on."

Francesco shrugged. "Whatever. We see each other naked all the time. And I want to know if you could stay focused on the game while my thick anaconda is out here eyeing you."

The room fell silent again as Francesco watched Wayne stare at his uncovered crotch. Francesco's huge member was draped indecorously across his left thigh, it's half-hard head pointed directly at Wayne. Neither of them seemed able to speak. Francesco ran his fingers down the length of his shaft and then wiped his brow again.

"It's so damn hot tonight," he said. "And the heat always makes me want to blow a load."

Wayne swallowed, his eyes burning with lust. "Yeah. Me too."

Francesco saw that he had his friend's attention. But an evil part of him wanted to tease his roommate just a bit longer. His face lit up with an impish grin.

"Then I challenge you to a push-up contest! Loser has to suck the winner's dick."

Francesco waited to see his friend's reaction. Wayne's expression seemed torn between several competing desires. He gazed into the Argentinian's eyes, searching to see how serious Francesco was being. Exhaling, Wayne nodded.

"Damn, man, this shit is preeeemo," Leo said, blowing billowing clouds of smoke from his lungs as tendrils of THC unfurled in his mind.

Heavily-stoned Danny just giggled. "I know, right?" He stared at his new friend, the pizza delivery boy, watching him through the greenish haze.

Leo was enjoying the fuck out of himself. He'd been on his last delivery of the night and generally got high right after work anyway, so it was a wonderful coincidence that his final customer also happened to be a huge stoner. The fact that the guy was also pretty handsome seemed particularly apt to Leo as well. He had always kind of had a fantasy of getting lit with a customer and fooling around. Normally, he'd pictured the other person as a lady, some sexy co-ed in need of good dick. But lately he'd been exploring his attraction to men, at least in his mind.

Danny's grizzled good looks, with his day-old stubble and hair unkempt in just about the cutest way, sat easy on Leo's eyes. Leo also hadn't exactly been averse to spotting the crazy huge circus tent the boy had been sporting under his towel when he'd opened the door, either.

They were getting along terrifically so far. Danny played a good host, offering his guest a beer, rolling a perfect spliff----not too heavy on the tobacco----and kindly laughing at all of Leo's dumb jokes. They sat right next to one another on the couch now, their knees almost touching, when Leo noticed that Danny's towel had started to slip open.

"By the way, I can get out of here whenever you want," Leo said. "I think I might have been interrupting something earlier."

Danny gave a frenzied shake of his head. "No, no, dude. I wasn't doing anything."

Leo laughed and pointed at the laptop, which was displaying a still-frozen scene from the porn Danny had been jerking off to when he'd arrived. It showed a blonde chick in bed with a muscle-bound dude as another hot guy came into the room.

"You know," Leo said. "I actually know this one. It's called `Beyond Straight' and I just watched it the other night. It's sort of got a twist coming up."

A confused expression crossed Danny's face so Leo went on.

"Well, the `plot' is that this girl is sleeping with her ex-boyfriend's best friend. But when the ex-boyfriend catches them, they both convince him to join in."

Danny leaned closer towards Leo, his brow full of inquisitiveness. The catch of his towel became totally unraveled.

"So they're getting hot and heavy, each of the guys kind of separately with the girl, like in a normal video. Except the ex-boyfriend keeps kind of caressing his best friend, almost accidentally at first but then more and more on purpose. The friend isn't super into it initially. But he slowly warms up and eventually the two guys are going at it while the chick watches and plays with her pussy."

Danny looked thunderstruck, as if he'd never imagined such a scenario occurring. "Whoa, I had no idea that's what was going to happen when I clicked the link."

Leo grinned and put a hand on his new companion's thigh. "Oh yeah, it's actually super hot, and I like how it almost comes out of nowhere." He stared deep into Danny's eyes. "You know, man, this is sort of like the start of a porn right here."

In his attic, Ryder bowed his head and lit incense, giving thanks to his plants and all that they provided.

Pete stroked absentmindedly at his meaty dick. Damn that had been hot, he thought, remembering the sight of Johnny tasting Quentin's precum. Pete had always found his best friend pretty cute, though he'd never really admitted it to himself before now, when he got to stare at Johnny's adorably confused face and his long, delicious-looking cock.

From the moment he met Quentin, on the other hand, Pete had felt a kind of low-lying attraction to the hippie, with his earthy good looks and that golden sheen in his eyes. Quentin also seemed to enjoy giving and receiving touch more than most dudes. They had often exchanged massages in the past and Quentin was quite comfortable with Pete rubbing his back right now, using the hand not currently occupied with his significant half-mast.

"Dude, that feels so good," Quentin cooed, closing his eyes.

Pete took the opportunity to slide his hand down the curve of Quentin's back, kneading the ropy muscles he found along the way. As Quentin sighed, Pete ventured further and further, leaning his body close until he was pressing his wet chest against Quentin's beefy shoulder. He continued his southward exploration with his hand. Pete took a quick glance over at Johnny, who was watching the action before him with the utmost interest. Pete noticed that Johnny's cock was totally hard now, its head rising a good way out of the water.

Pete lingered on Quentin's hip and managed to give his chiseled friend a playful squeeze on his voluptuous butt, to which Quentin responded by moaning contentedly. "Keep going, man," Quentin said.

So Pete brought his hand around and took hold of Quentin's giant erection, which looked like it could hurt somebody. What an amazing piece, Pete thought, as his fingers wrapped around its mind-blowing thickness, feeling the blood-surging rigidity pumping through its shaft. With his other hand, he jacked his own beer-can cock, feeling filled with delight at getting to play with two marvelous members at the same time. He'd always wanted to know what another dude's dick felt like but had kept such questions confined to his late-night musings.

Quentin's epic megaladong was almost beyond belief, its implausible dimensions in both length and girth looking like something invented by a gay cartoonist drawing smutty comics. Pete wondered how girls felt with that inconceivable thing in their mouths, or what sensational pleasure they got when being fucked in the snatch by it. He pulled at the two pricks in his hands with greater urgency.

Looking up, he remembered that Johnny was still there, sitting across the tub from this fantastic scene. Johnny's boner looked like it was crying out to be touched as well, a glistening drop of precum leaking from its perfect tip. The boy made no moves to grab hold of his junk and so Pete realized he'd need to take matters into his own hands.

"Hey, Johnny," he called. "Come over and join us."

Things are progressing nicely, Ashton thought, surveying the beautiful bout of ass lapping now going on before him. For what felt like an eternity, Victor had been diving his tongue deep inside his friend Silas' tight crack, barely coming up for air, each of them seeming to derive monumental pleasure from the excellent rim job. Both were groaning and grunting like possessed men.

Hearing the commotion, the other boys had begun to peek from their blindfolds, no doubt surprised to find their co-pledges engaged in anal-lingual stimulation, while their pledge masters watched in their underwear. Everyone seemed to be positively ensorcelled by the sight, nobody daring to say a word as they gazed at the display of open carnality before them. Ashton noticed that some of the more forward-thinking boys had started to shift from their positions, their growing erections forcing them to adjust their bodies. Ashton grinned and took a huge rip from the frat's four-foot bong, blowing a giant cloud of smoke over the pledges.

For Ashton, this was all a dream come true. He'd been thinking about sex with dudes from a young age but never had worked up the courage to try anything until the other day, when that co-op stoner Quentin had sold him some weed. The two of them had gotten super high and somehow ended up jacking off together, each eagerly encouraging the other's dick stroking. Quentin had blasted his man-cream all over Ashton's face and Ashton had cum while licking it off. He hadn't stopped thinking about the exquisite taste of that salty spooge and how hot the whole situation had been. His desperate loins had been crying our for further indulgences of the gay kind ever since.

His rock hard cock was now outlined in his skimpy underwear, its colossal contours straining against the soft fabric for all to see. He grabbed his nuts and gave them a good squeeze, relishing the radiating bliss that emanated from his loaded ballsac. He saw that Nick was completely transfixed by the rimming below them, as if he couldn't believe that he was witness to such ecstatic delights. The head of Nick's substantive sausage was peeking out from the band of his underwear, that raging erection threatening to tear those briefs apart at the seams.

Ashton saw that pledges were now licking their lips, tugging at the bulges in their pants, as if they couldn't wait to experience some of the same sensations as Victor and Silas. He decided to help all of his bros out, walking up next to Nick.

"Alright boys," Ashton shouted, puncturing the sexual silence that had held until now. "This is a message from your pledge master: Cake is now on the menu!" He leaned towards Nick and whispered in his ear. "Head's up, Nicky."

Slapping the dazed frat bro on his chiseled ass cheeks, Ashton ripped Nick's underwear right off. Nick's ham hock buttocks bounced into view, along with the full splendor of his dick. Ashton grabbed that thick shaft and gave it a few tugs, eliciting moans of shock and pleasure from his friend. He grabbed Nick's hips and positioned himself behind. Nick was easily manipulated into bending over, thrusting that amazing rear end out right into Ashton's face. Ashton smacked his lips together. Leaning forward, he pressed his mouth to Nick's lovely love hole and stuck his tongue deep inside.

Esteban was having trouble making sense of his current circumstances. He rarely smoked weed and never made out with dudes but here he was, standing in the school's locker room totally zonked after having passionately locked lips with another man. Moments ago, he had been completely consumed by the mind-blowing pleasure of having his cock squeezed by Karl's expert digits, opening up vast new territories in his body and mind. Now, his nude figure was standing and staring at a beautiful and brawny-chested stranger who was passing the end of a joint to Esteban's confused fingers.

Earlier today, Esteban had been an utter virgin, knowing neither men nor women in a Biblical fashion. He'd generally assumed that, one day, he would find a nice girl and settle down with her, and she would let him do the nasty with her. That was what his family had taught him to want, at least.

Then again, he had majored in sports training and fitness. Specifically, in men's rugby, a field filled with some incredibly well-built guys. His pot-filled mind kept reminding him of times when he'd been enthralled by a group of muscly dudes, with their bulging bulges and fuckable butts, running past his half-averted eyes. His semi-stiff dick had whispered unspeakable ideas to his highly intrigued brain, but no part of his body had ever thought to act on such desires.

Currently, his obscenely hard dong was insisting he look the new guy in the locker room up and down. The stranger was like a perfect specimen of man, cut and cute, from his powerful legs to the eight-pack on his abdomen to the buzz cut atop his head. Currently, he had the most captivating smile plastered across his lovely face as he held out the joint. Esteban noticed that he also seemed about as nervous as he was, perhaps having never before found himself in a situation such as this.

An audacious flight of fancy took hold of Esteban, and he felt himself mature in a momentary span. He batted away the joint----he was high enough already----and stepped toward the dude. While gazing into his hazel eyes, he circled around the guy's body, gently running his fingers over those massive pecks, those rounded shoulders, that muscle-bound back, that statuesque ass, until they were face to face again. Leaning forward, he planted a single peck on the stranger's lips and curved his fingers around the man's substantial cock. The guy instinctively did the same, taking Esteban's marvelous boner in his own hand. They tugged at each other's shafts as if shaking hands, sending wellsprings of bliss through Esteban's body.

"Hi, I'm Esteban," he managed to say.

The stranger once again broke into a smile. "Hey there. I'm Harry."

A growl emerged from next to them and they both turned to see Karl jacking his stupendous schlong and watching them with interest. His teeth beamed behind his beautiful red beard, as if he was delighted to have orchestrated this fantastic meeting. Esteban sighed with delight, pulling harder at Harry's uncut member as he leaned back in for another amazing kiss.

"43... 44... 45..." Francesco called out, showing no sign of slowing down his push-ups. Trying to keep up, Wayne planked his body off the floor.

The problem was that Francesco was extremely distracting. He'd insisted they both undergo this contest in the nude----Francesco was already naked from earlier and said the night was too hot for Wayne to wear anything as well----and so Wayne's eyes repeatedly traveled over to the unbelievable sight of his roommate's superlative body. Francesco had god-like biceps, shredded obliques, quarter-bouncing glutes, and killer calves. He'd tied up his shoulder-length hair into a tight man bun, and he kept flashing a dashing smile at Wayne. But the most magnificent thing about Francesco was his raging erection, which jutted out proudly below him, its thickened tip looking like it rose past his belly-button.

"52... 53... 54..." Francesco just kept going and going.

In his mind, Wayne was starting to panic. He worried that Francesco had seen his own supremely-hard boner and was going to tease him for being so turned on. Wayne also knew he was going to lose this contest, but he couldn't tell if would be a horrible embarrassment or a joyful triumph to have Francesco's massive dick in his mouth. For the entire length of their living together in this apartment, Wayne had been aroused by his roommate's prowess and how he seemed to flaunt his sexual energy at all times. Late at night, he'd started fantasizing about "accidentally" touching Francesco's appendage and where that might lead. He'd even thrown in the idea that their third housemate, Harry, would get in on the action, though Wayne knew that was a remote possibility.

Now, the prospect of getting to wrap his warm lips around Francesco's delectably long tool and feel it spurt a hot load in his mouth was causing Wayne to freak out. His dreams might actually become a reality. Would it be everything he imagined? Or would Francesco pull back at the last minute, telling him this had all been a game of gay chicken and he couldn't believe Wayne had fallen for it? Wayne's competing worries told him there was only one course of action to take.

"57... 58... WHOA!" Francesco said as Wayne leaped over and tackled him.

The two boys wrestled on the floor of the apartment, each jockeying against the other's sweaty frame. Wayne felt exhilarated to his very core to be touching his unclothed roommate, feeling those well-developed muscles and sliding his grip all over Francesco's body. Almost reflexively, their cocks rubbed against one another as their hands reached for each other's rear holes, each trying to tickle those secretive compartments and the wonders that lay within. They laughed and yelped as they tumbled around together.

Finally, Wayne came out on top, his hands pinning Francesco's wrists by the side of his head. Francesco grinned and ground his crotch against Wayne's.

"So," said Francesco. "What is your reward?"

But Wayne was no longer in control of his own brain. His surging hormones, along with the THC flowing through his synapses, caused him to bring his face toward Francesco's and plant the sweetest, softest kiss either of them had ever experienced.

"A porno?" asked Danny, not understanding. "How's this like a porn?"

Leo shook his head, as if Danny were the most naive little thing he'd ever met.

"C'mon, dude," he said. "Pizza guy comes to somebody's house, bringing a pie with `extra sausage.' The customer can't quite pay, offers to give him a blow job... You must have seen that scene before."

Danny screwed up his marijuana-filled eyes. Something in his brain wasn't totally clicking. He looked over at the pizza box.

"I ordered vegetarian pizza," he said. "And there's no girl here."

Leo cracked up. He placed his hand on Danny's hip, just above where the towel wrapped, sending an electric thrill through Danny's torso. Leo waggled his adorable eyebrows.

"You never watched a porn without any girls in it?"

Danny blushed hard. Sure, he'd sometimes been intrigued by the awesome sight of a muscular naked dude, tempted to click those illicit links taking him to a gay porn site. But he'd always told himself this was a normal part of male sexuality----the all-consuming drive to fuck everything in sight, to drain your nuts no matter who was doing the draining. Danny had very rarely actually watched those gay vids, and he'd always felt pretty sheepish about it after.

Bold Leo turned to Danny's laptop. He fast-forwarded the paused porn vid to a midway point, where one of the guys had lodged his dick deep inside his friend's asshole. The blonde "girlfriend" was there on the side, getting her pussy eaten and enjoying watching these two hunks go at it. Danny's dick instantly stiffened, poking its way through the parted towel at his waist. Slowly, Leo began to caress Danny's engorged cockhead.

"Seems like you might enjoy a bit of dude-on-dude action," Leo said, purring.

Danny was overwhelmed with the sight and sensation of Leo's hand tugging at his foreskin. Drops of precum began leaking from his dick-tip, providing extra lubrication for Leo's actions. Danny's brain lit up both from the superb hand job, and from the fact that he was receiving it from an incredibly handsome guy. Seeing that his pluck had been favorably welcomed, Leo seemed to decide to push things farther.

He got down on his knees and stripped off Danny's towel. Danny's enormous dong sprang forth into full view. Danny himself was almost taken aback by how gigantic and hard it had gotten, with its John Holmes length and Rocco Siffredi stiffness. Leo appeared to relish its ravishing beauty, the way it curved slightly as it rose and tapered evenly to a perfect round dome. It was now leaking fluid at a copious rate, precum dripping down the shaft and onto Danny's colossal balls, which felt more full than they ever had before. Leo leaned forward and covered that marvelous cockhead with his mouth.

"Unnnhhh..." Danny groaned, lost in the feeling of Leo's velvety tongue wrapping its way around the responsive tip of his dick.

Leo savored the taste of Danny's juice, pulling off that fat tool and whapping it against his face a few time. He then sunk that improbable cock right back into his throat, trying to take as much of it inside him as he could manage. Fireworks went off in Danny's mind as his slick dick slid further and further into the pizza boy's mouth.

"Christ," Danny cried. "That's amazing."

A moan escaped Leo's cock-stuffed face, as if to remind Danny that the night was just getting started.

In a moon-lit room, Ryder walked through a forest of five-pointed leaves, letting their verdant touch stroke his skin.

Johnny stared down at Pete and Quentin in the hot tub, watching them as they tugged at his baseball bat of a cock.

"Jeez, Johnny," Pete said. "Didn't know you've been hiding this kind of package this whole time."

Johnny didn't know how to respond. Even if he had, he couldn't, since he was currently too caught up in the rhapsodic pleasure of two boys playing with his monstrous meat stick. Pete and Quentin seemed completely riveted by the prize in their hands, checking out its every unimaginable angle and dimension, pressing their faces and foreheads and lips all along its appealing length in attempts to caress as much of it as they could. It was like the dick had bewitched them. Quentin looked up at Johnny and fixed him with the gaze of a famished man.

"Can I?" he asked plaintively.

After a nod of his head, Johnny doubled over in bliss as the dome of his dick disappeared into Quentin's eager, wet mouth. While the oral exaltation occurred, Johnny's best friend Pete took the opportunity to run his tongue over Johnny's low-hanging ballsac, licking his sensitive taint and placing each of Johnny's incomparable orbs in his mouth a few times. Guttural groans escaped Johnny's lips. Quentin pulled back for a moment with stars in his eyes.

"God damn, man," he said. "Before this night is over, we have to try fitting this thing inside my ass."

The statement nearly caused Johnny to jizz right there, the thought of fucking enchanting Quentin almost too much for his nuts to handle. The idea that Pete might want to also sample the sterling pleasures of Johnny's cock brought him to an even more aroused state. He'd never imagined being so boned up about another dude, let alone two. A thought flashed in his mind and, before he could stop, he'd spoken it out loud.

"I'm not gay," Johnny said.

Quentin looked up at him with a smile and then stood. He pulled Pete up with him, hugging his arms around his companion's shoulders so that the three of them stood with their huge erections between them. Johnny's was certainly the largest but Quentin's wasn't far behind. And even though in this particular situation Pete's dick was overshadowed in size, in almost any other place he'd have one of the biggest schlong's in the room. All three friends marveled at the succulent hogs before them, taking turns to jack one another and themselves as steam rose from the water below.

"The thing is," Quentin said. "I'm not sure I'm 100 percent gay either. But college is all about experimenting, and tonight something special seems to be going on. So why don't we take this up to my room and explore a bit more, eh?"

Pete whooped with delight, pumping his fist in the air. He smacked Quentin's bouncy buttcheeks with the enthusiasm of a randy co-ed. "Hell yeah, dude. Johnny you in?"

Johnny met the other boys' delighted gazes. A nervous tickle swirled in his stomach and his brain. Was a night of sexuality-bending activity going to mark him for life? Would it change his relationship with Pete? Was he going to fall deep in love with Quentin? As these heady conundrums passed through his mind, an even more pressing desire was simmering in his loins, taking over his body, and insinuating that far greater rapture lay ahead. He gave his friends a grin.

"Fuck yeah I'm in," he said.

Blaise was in high heaven. On his knees in the frat basement, he was currently going to town on two raging masto-dongs, driving each as deep into his throat as he could manage. Their owners, Zak and Cole, were enthusiastically watching four other boys rim one another as they passed a bong back and forth between them.

A contended sigh escaped Blaise's lips. In the last year or so, he'd realized he was gay. But the concept had remained largely theoretical, relegated more to his masturbation fantasies than any real-life encounter. He'd wondered whether or not he'd have to keep his sexuality to himself while pledging Phi Delta. As it turned out, the frat house contained its own amazingly dirty sexual secrets.

Blaise's gaze feel over the incredible scene before him. Silas and Victor looked like two nubile divers, with smooth yet muscular bodies, and were currently engaged in a round of anal sixty-nining, each sticking their tongues deep into their friend's delicious-looking asshole. Their pledge masters, Ashton and Nick, resembled Abercrombie and Fitch models. Nick was completely lost to Ashton's expert butt-munching, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head each time Ashton switched over and deep-throated Nick's supremely long cock. Zak and Cole, the boys above Blaise, both sported beautiful shades of dark skin and gorgeous uncut dicks that looked like they belonged to some mythical lust god.

Blaise noticed that Zak, who he remembered was of Egyptian extraction and whose brawny chest was covered in fine fur, seemed a little embarrassed to be in this situation, only tentatively sticking his fat tool into Blaise's mouth while looking in the direction of the other boys' sex acts. The South African exchange student, Cole, on the other hand, was all in on Blaise's blow job. He kept shoving his big black cock down Blaise's awaiting throat, repeatedly telling Blaise how hot he looked with that huge hog between his lips.

The complements made Blaise blush. He was a fairly furry dude himself, with a burly beard and a bit of a paunch to his belly. When imagining his future gay lifestyle, Blaise knew he didn't fit the smooth homo gym bunny model stereotype and had worried that he wouldn't be attractive to other men. Hearing Cole's comments gave him hope for the future.

"Dude," he heard Victor say suddenly. "That looks so fucking sexy!"

Both Victor and Silas had looked up from their rimming (they'd been going at it for quite some time now) and noticed Blaise on his knees with two super-sized dicks in his face. Cole was at the moment holding the back of Blaise's head, shoving the last inch of his amazing monster down Blaise's gullet. The forceful activity was making Blaise woozy, but in all the right ways. To feel a superb sausage stuffing his frontal entry was everything he had ever dreamed it would be. After letting the cock crowd his throat for a moment, he pulled off for a breath of air. Blaise winked at Victor and Silas.

"Why don't you guys come over here and get in on the action?" he said.

In the blink of an eye, Victor and Silas jumped up and came over, presenting their colossal members to Blaise's eager lips. As Victor's impressive bequest began to disappear down Blaise's accommodating throat, while Silas smacked him on the cheek with that insane banana dong, Blaise thought about how lucky he was to have found a place to be his utmost and true slutty self.

Harry's hands took in every measure of his new friend's body. Esteban was a dreamboat, with his jock-boy build and amazingly soft lips. The two of them embraced with the force of sexually-charged magnets in the school's locker room, their cocks smashed together between them, oblivious to anything else in existence.

That is, until Harry felt another hand caressing his ass. He leaned back to see Karl positioned behind him, bringing his hulking form forward to press against Harry. In an instant, Harry was squeezed between both Karl and Esteban, feeling the supreme force of their strength. As a pretty big guy himself, he'd never before been overpowered in this way, and he found that he enjoyed the sensation of being pressed from both sides. Karl ran his lips down the back of Harry's neck at the same time that Esteban lightly bit his nipple, and Harry was swept away to a place beyond time and thought.

He could feel Karl's gargantuan gonzo dong----slick in its beautiful foreskin----sliding against his ardent crack. That massive man pole toyed against his asshole and he contemplated just bending over and submitting to its raw power. To take that thing into his tight chute seemed like something Harry desperately needed, and he wondered if he had been bewitched by its unfathomable size and heft. He'd never done much ass-play before and so a nervous bug in his stomach worried at Karl's intentions and whether he'd be able to fulfill them. The large rugby player had reached around and taken both Harry and Esteban's cocks in an inviting grip, causing them to each whimper with delight.

Harry pressed his butt cheeks back against Karl's stupendous appendage. Yes, he thought to himself, I want to get plowed by that insane schlong, even if it breaks me in half.

Somehow, Karl must have heard his thoughts because the red-haired athlete spit on his fingers and began rubbing them against Harry's yearning puck. Harry surprised himself by moaning and begging for more. He wanted to be consumed by the strapping man behind him, to give up every aspect of his being to Karl's stunning member. Karl again seemed to sense Harry's needs, holding him closer and closer and dancing his fingers over that rear aperture, which was by now jonesing to get opened up.

The tip of Karl's finger slipped inside Harry's antechamber, causing a bolt of energy to shoot right up Harry's spine. This was incredible, his randy rear nerve endings firing at a remarkable rate, telling Harry that this experience was going to be among the greatest of his life. He noticed Esteban peeking around and watching as Karl began to finger fuck him, pausing periodically to lubricate his hand with more spit.

"God damn," Esteban said, unable to tear his gaze away. "You've got to give me some of that too, man."

Harry was too far gone to properly register as Karl moved him closer to the locker room bench, using his finger-stuffed ass as a steering wheel. Seeing what was expected of him, Harry bent over and stuck his butt up in the air, giving Karl easier access to his posterior hole. Esteban lined up right next to him, mimicking his positioning so that Karl was now staring at two marble-slab behinds that were both begging to get used. Harry saw Karl stick a finger into Esteban's desperate tunnel and then lost himself to the sensation of his own sphincter unlatching. Karl took turns rimming them, smacking their asses, and loosening them up digitally while Harry and Esteban grunted and made out with one another.

As the sensational Karl continued his pleasurable manipulations, Harry felt his rear chute ready itself for an amazing night of taking dick.

Francesco and Wayne made out like horny, gay bandits. Their bodies rubbed against one another in complementary pleasure. Francesco felt utterly fulfilled to finally kiss his roommate after so long living together, to indulge in desires that had long simmered underneath the hood. He'd often stared at Wayne's sexy physique, wishing for the opportunity to caress that perfect specimen of male form.

Francesco's rigid dick sword-fought with Wayne's, their tools jacking up and down in their respective foreskins. Francesco had taken part in some similar experiences during group sex adventures in the past, but never had it been just him and another dude, pressing their massive members against one another, sending incredible delights through each other's bodies. He reached down and wrapped his grip around those gorgeous cocks, becoming lost in the feeling of frotting his buddy.

Guys just have to get with other guys sometimes, Francesco thought, if only to get rid of the incredible tension that built up when testosterone-filled studs spent too many hours together. His mind remembered their roommate, husky Harry, and wished that stud muffin had stayed behind. Whatever he was up to couldn't be half as much fun as what he and Wayne were doing now.

The boys intertwined their tongues as they rolled around on the floor. After French kissing him for a while, Francesco rubbed his face down Wayne's neck, nuzzling its lovely form, and then stuck his nose in Wayne's armpit. He inhaled his roommate's intoxicating scent, licked his nipples, pawed at his chest hair, and fondled his balls, delighting in the joyous squeal this elicited from his friend. It felt so good to give into their mutual lust, to enjoy every inch of his manly partner's frame.

Francesco positioned himself on top of Wayne, looking down and smiling at the love he felt for this guy. Yes, it had been the weed that started this whole incident, but Francesco couldn't be happier to be expanding his sexual horizons with someone he cared about so deeply. Wayne seemed fervid with desire, stroking Francesco's long schlong and reaching up to tweak Francesco's hardened nipples. Once again, they gave themselves up to kissing.

But now Francesco could feel another urge starting to make itself known in his brain. There was a tingling sensation coming from the ring of his asshole, as if it knew that it would be accommodating Wayne's enormous cock before the night was through. For a moment, Francesco wondered if he was actually ready to take things all the way and how two (sort of) straight dudes were supposed to undergo the kinematics of gay sex. Luckily, Wayne seemed ready to take control, flipping Francesco on his stomach and climbing atop him. Using his mouth, Wayne made his way down to Francesco's arched butt cheeks.

Francesco moaned as Wayne's slick tongue began licking the willing opening of his backdoor entryway. Ardor and ecstasy allowed his sphincter to relax as his friend's probing proboscis began to loosen him up. Francesco even felt Wayne slip a small finger into his chute, causing a stellar feeling to radiate throughout his frame. He looked back to see Wayne eating out his ass, the sexy sight making him look forward to feeling Wayne's supreme dick inside him. God damn, Francesco thought, I had no idea it was going to feel this good. His hole was lit up like a Christmas tree, sending signals that his cherry puck would be good and ready for his friend. Francesco had always loved fucking pussy but now he was excited to find out what it was like to be on the receiving end.

Leo marveled as inch after inch of his insane dong slipped further into Danny's mouth. After getting blown for a while by the pizza boy, his stoner customer had insisted on taking a turn, and Leo could see that Danny was a natural cocksucker. Even when his entire shaft was enveloped, Leo felt like Danny could accommodate a bit more, and he shifted his hips back and forth, slapping his hairy nutsac against Danny's face. Danny grunted like an animal, looking like he wanted nothing more than to feel his cock-crowded throat take Leo's dick. Things got even better when Danny reached back and stuck his spit-slick thumb into his arched asshole.

"Fuck yeah, dude," Leo said. "I like where you're going with this."

The pizza boy shifted his legs up onto the couch, spreading them as wide as possible in order to expose his own pink puck. Danny needed little encouragement to start tonguing that soft opening. He appeared to love the scent of Leo's taint, nuzzling his nose ever further into Leo's underside. The feeling of the expert rim job sent Leo into convulsions of absolute pleasure, and his rear chamber began to twitch with anticipation.

Danny moved upward, rubbing his forehead against Leo's crotch and then licking his amazing abs. He pressed his nude body to Leo's and traced his hands over Leo's well-built biceps, which were covered in artful tattoos. Leo loved smelling Danny's heady musk as they made out. The olfactory experience was like receiving an additional hit of some wonderful drug, and Leo's horniness kicked into an even higher gear.

Desperate Danny pounded his huge cock against Leo's lower half, eliciting squeals of delight from his overwhelmed partner. Almost without warning, the colossal head of Danny's tremendous appendage slipped into the crevice of Leo's asshole. Leo felt himself stretch in ways he'd never before experienced.

Leo yelped. "Holy shit, dude. Your dick is gigantic."

Danny's eyes grew wide. "And you're so fucking tight."

Leo agreed. He almost didn't want to give up this amazing point of connection, but he slid off Danny's member and gave himself a moment to recuperate. His posterior vibrated with the remembrance of the stupendous item it had just received. Breathing heavily, Leo flipped himself over on the couch, stuck out his cheeks, and told Danny to get back to rimming.

Danny returned to his lingual operations, and Leo was overtaken by the realization that there was no way he wasn't getting fucked tonight. Danny was now all up in his ambrosial rear end, getting Leo's hormones riled up and allowing him to mentally prepare for the reaming that would come. This was like yoga, Leo thought. At first, the stretching hurt a little as you got taken past your limits. But then you just breathe through the pain and find yourself accomplishing things you never thought possible. Danny introduced a finger into Leo's hole, allowing him to get used to the feeling of being expanded, followed by a second finger and then even a third.

Finally, Danny seemed like he couldn't contain himself anymore. He beat the baton of his cock against Leo's round butt cheeks. Leo entreated him to take it slow. Danny agreed, bringing the engorged tip of his decadent dick to the exterior of Leo's opening. He rubbed it there for a while as Leo felt sublime radiations emanate from his loins. Danny reached back and squirted some jerk-off lube onto his hand, pressing the slick substance against Leo's expectant hole. When Danny next shifted his mondo dong forward, Leo felt his aperture soften like butter. His constricting muscles slackened and the head of Danny's tremendous tool slipped almost effortlessly inside him.

"OHHHHHH! Fuck yeah, that's some good shit right there," Leo said, as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

As Danny's dick continued to stretch his unshackled exit, Leo knew that he would forever be addicted to getting banged by dude's giant cocks.

Ryder checked his latest harvest, looking through the dry upside-down stalks, and picked out a few of the choicest buds. He ground them up and rolled them into a fat cigar using homemade hemp paper.

Quentin howled with delight as Johnny's insanely thick dick slid past the ring of his asshole. This was beyond amazing, Quentin thought. His nerves were shooting lightning rushes of energy throughout his body as he surrendered his chute to another man's enormous intruder. The experience was completely out of this world. Quentin almost felt like his consciousness was floating above him, the sensations emanating from his keyed-up puck launching him to a non-physical plane of existence.

From the moment they'd gotten to Quentin's room, the three boys couldn't keep their paws off one another----kissing, sucking, touching, biting, slapping, fingering, wriggling, and writhing over every nook and cranny of one another. Quentin had been in ecstasy while swallowing Pete's incredibly fat pipe down to the root, feeling those wrecking-ball nuts slap him over and over on the face. Johnny had meanwhile gotten busy on Quentin's behind, rimming him gently at first but then with increased insistence as that tongue drove in and out of his loosening slot, until it was slick enough to be introduced to Johnny's stupendous appendage. All the while, they had passed around a second blunt that Quentin had been keeping in his room for later.

The collective action brought Quentin to new peaks of marvelous pleasure, reminding him how much he'd been fantasizing lately about cock and ass. He thought back to his jerk-off sesh with Ashton the frat guy, how he'd reached over and grabbed that beautiful uncut tool, mesmerized by its heft and grandeur. He wished he'd been bold enough then to instigate some fucking, and he yearned to have Ashton with him here now.

Then again, his orifices were currently occupied by enough eggplant----Pete's tallboy stuffing his mouth along with Johnny's gargantua-dick corking his ass. Spit-roasted between two brawny young studs, Quentin felt complete in his mind and soul. He had become a debauched hedonist who couldn't get enough cock, wanting to worship guy's members for the rest of his life. Pete's copious meat stick felt unbelievable each time it packed his throat. Johnny plowing his backdoor tunnel felt similarly divine, especially when the skinny boy hit Quentin's ardent prostate with his dongtastic thrusts.

Johnny had wrapped his hand around Quentin's prodigious member, jacking it as he fucked in a steady rhythm. Quentin sighed internally, barely believing life could be this good. He growled and went for another dive on Pete's submarine sandwich, causing Pete to laugh and give Johnny an enthusiastic high five.

"Quit holding out on me, Quentin," Pete said. "I want to know what it's like to have Johnny's dick all up inside me."

Quentin squealed as Johnny increased his tempo, feeling Johnny's masculine power reaming his slutty ass. "It's pretty fucking fantastic, dude," he said. "Highly recommended."

Pete spun around, shoving his butt in Quentin's face. "Then stop sucking my cock and get me ready for that ride."

Quentin didn't need to be told twice as his tongue found new purpose. With zeal, he sent it into Pete's delectable crack, honing in on that succulent puck. Pete responded favorably, throwing back his head and ordering Quentin to open him up. The licks started working their magic and soon Quentin thought that Pete was feeling pretty prepped. His tongue was sliding in and out of that amazing hole with barely any resistance and Pete was moaning like a wanton skank. Quentin wondered if maybe he could check mark another gay experience with his friend.

"Yo, Pete," he said. "Your ass is super hot. But I'm not sure if you're as much of a cockhound as me. Johnny's giant dong here might just tear you in half."

Pete looked back and winked, seeing exactly where Quentin was going. "Then maybe I better practice first with something slightly more manageable. Your dick looks like it could do nicely."

Silas had a mouth on his ass and another on his cock, and he was loving every moment of it. The long tongue of Zak, the Arab stallion, was reaching places inside of Silas's tight chute that caused him to shiver with delight. Meanwhile, Silas's humongous hard-on was diligently disappearing down Cole's excellent throat, who seemed like he had definitely given a blow-job or two in his life. Silas howled with pleasure as Cole buried his nose in Silas's pubes, allowing the final inch of that dramatic dick to slip into his gullet.

It had never occurred to Silas that the Phi Delta frat house might be such a hub of seedy gay mischief. He'd rushed mostly to help out his shy friend Victor find community. The two of them had been quite close for a long time and Silas had suspected that Victor might be hiding a few bi-curious feelings. He wondered if being around other men might make Victor realize and accept those desires deep inside him. Silas himself had experienced a few MMF threesomes where he'd swapped spit with another dude, finding those make out sessions to be one of his favorite parts of the encounters. He wanted nothing more than to help his friend become comfortable with his truest self.

Surveying the raunchy scene at his side, Silas knew his efforts had been put to good use. Victor was currently on his back on the couch, his legs thrown up in the air, while his soft puck got pounded by the insanely handsome pledge master Ashton. Right next to Victor on the couch was that cute cub Blaise, who was on the receiving end of frat boy Nick's colossal member. All four of them were making out and running their hands over each other's bodies in an orgiastic riot of sights and sensations.

After a moment, the arrangement shifted. Blaise had called out that he wanted to be gang banged and his sex partners had willingly obliged. Victor took the top position, slipping his unbelievable dong into Blaise's unfastened hole and hammering away at that hairy ass. Ashton and Nick stood over Blaise, offering their gargantuan implements to his randy hands and lips, which Blaise readily accepted, sucking and jacking their cocks with abandon.

The boys called for Cole, Zak, and Silas to join. Needing no other enticement, they bounded over and pressed their iron-hard dicks into service. Victor pulled out of Blaise, whose well-used exit was immediately filled by Zak's tremendous boner. Everyone got amped up watching Zak's supremely cut bod bang Blaise in his beautiful ass. Seeing an opportunity, Silas sidled up to Ashton and started making out with him, grabbing Ashton's glutes and starting to finger his hole. He had been eyeing the dark-haired, green-eyed pledge master since the moment the fun had broken out, and now he was ready to take his due.

Ashton bent over Blaise, making out with him while pressing his chiseled butt cheeks into Silas's crotch. With almost no effort, Silas's gigantic erection glided into Ashton's capacious antechamber, eliciting whoops and hollers from the randy men around them. Silas felt hot skin and sweat press in from all sides, his nostrils filled with the amazing stank of dudes. His cock was radiating raunchy signals throughout his body as he slapped and plowed away at Ashton's snug ass. Feeling that incredible tunnel wrap tightly around his dick was making Silas wonder if he'd ever be able to stop screwing Ashton again. Ashton's insanely filthy mouth wasn't helping matters, as he kept telling Silas to destroy his man-snatch with that donkey kong dong, repeatedly saying how fucking fantastic it felt to receive that magnificent vitamin D.

In every direction that Silas looked, cocks were meeting holes, tongues were running over bodies, fingers were caressing figures. Before whatever love spell had overtaken the boys ended, Silas wanted to plunge his dick into every available ass, and feel as many gigantic boners stretch his backdoor as possible. Groaning and pounding away at Ashton, he thought about the spectacular wonders that an all-dude living situation could provide.

As he thrust his magnificent dong deep into Esteban's luscious hole, Karl marveled at the fact that not every guy engaged in this exquisite form of male bonding. The feeling of his shaft gliding in and out of that amazing orifice like a well-lubed piston provided Karl with an incredible connection between him and his penetrated partner. Was there ever a type of intimacy that could top this?

Karl's nutsac dripped sweat and spit as it smacked against hot ass and he chortled watching Harry try to wrap his lips around that moving testicular target. These celestial studs had been completely enraptured by Karl's muscular body and his almost-comically large cock and balls, sending them into a bacchanalian fit of sexual commotion.

Ever the director, Karl reached down and gently nudged Harry in a posterior direction, indicating with a slight spreading of his cheeks that he wanted to his derriere to get a lingual massage. Harry wasted no time in diving his tongue right up into Karl's sublime puck, causing Karl to sigh and relax his pounding rhythm against Esteban.

This is what makes life worth living, Karl thought. An overwhelming deliverance of sensual pleasure, his brain loosened up by the weed, his body loosened up by touch and taste and smell and sensation. Esteban's ass twitched against the invader Karl had lodged inside it, sending ecstatic emanations from Karl's prodigious erection through the rest of his being. Karl's own rear entry quivered with delight as Harry repeatedly drove his tongue into its silky recesses, unlocking bountiful feelings of elation. It seemed as if the three of them were wonderful comrades-in-arms in an engagement of exalted proportions.

Karl the ringmaster wanted to give his fellow sexy dudes the experience of a lifetime and so he slowly slid his seemingly-never-ending prick out of Esteban's snug love compartment. Before Esteban could protest, he pulled the junior coach up into a soft kiss. Karl pushed Harry down over the locker room bench and slid his cock into that hairy, open hole. He'd already fucked Harry for a while earlier and the randy action had worked its magic, unlocking Harry's natural ability to take dick. Harry moaned and pressed his capacious ass back against Karl's incursions.

Wanting to feel surrounded on all sides by sex, to be the lucky Pierre both fucking and being fucked, Karl maneuvered Esteban behind him. Esteban's colossal erection reflexively slid against Karl's sweat-slick crack, giving Karl the first taste of what he most desired. Understanding his role, Esteban angled his superlative member into Karl's tight back door aperture.

"Hell yeah," Karl grunted, his entire body on fire.

He relaxed his sphincter and accepted ever more of Esteban's considerable offering, feeling himself pressed between these two muscle-bound partners. His front appendage banged away at Harry's incredible rear chamber while his anterior opening stretched to receive Esteban's poundage.

Sly thought crossed Karl's mind. But he loved new experiences and his butt was feeling particularly adventurous tonight. He'd never actually taken two dicks at the same time----though he'd fantasized about it many times----and he wondered if these new friends might help him achieve a long-standing goal.

While Wayne fudge-packed his throbbing cock into Francesco's spectacular hole, his penetrated roommate packed their pipe with more weed. Wayne was impressed with the Argentinian's ability to multi-task. He was totally lost in the sensation of sliding his fat flute in and out of Francesco's accommodating ass.

The skunky smell of the ganja filled Wayne's nostrils as Francesco lit the greens and exhaled. Impaled below him in missionary position, Francesco wrapped his legs around Wayne's firm cheeks. Rather than letting the smoke go to waste, Wayne leaned forward and gave Francesco a kiss, so that they could shotgun a hit while Wayne railed his roommate's rear even harder.

Wayne's turned-on brain marveled at the fact that dudes didn't indulge in this shit all the time. It felt like he and Francesco had found some incredible cheat code, bypassing the need to woo a chick and just get it on with a fellow horny dude. How had it taken him so long to figure this out?

Everyone should just be bi, Wayne thought. Girls were already more willing to admit being attracted to other girls, more willing to explore a little mutual pussy play than boys were to opening their assholes to another boy's hard dick. But when it felt this good and right to caress a buddy, to kiss and touch him, to just let yourself go and get down to some lecherous business, then why the hell shouldn't he? This round of sensual rutting with Francesco was among the best sexual experiences of his life. Everyone else should be so lucky.

Feeling inspired in a way he never had before, Wayne pulled his purple dickhead out of Francesco's tight chute. He crouched forward and squatted above his roommate. In one singularly salacious movement, he brought his desperate hole down atop his friend, landing the head of Francesco's gigantic shaft right in the center of his brown bullseye. His receptive ass muscles swallowed that majestic member all the way down to the hilt. Francesco groaned and muttered curses in Spanish.

"Fucking-a, man," he said in his adorably-accented English. "That was so awesome!"

Wayne was too gone to respond, bouncing himself up and down on that inconceivable pole, his guts realigned in the most amazing way possible. His prostate milked, a torrent of precum came drizzling out of Wayne's cock. He looked down past the wiry black hairs on his chest and watched that fountain cover his huge schlong in silky fluid, which dripped down all over Francesco's body. The sensation of having his hole spread open by Francesco's amazing anaconda was like a re-up to his senses. He dissolved into ecstatic quintessence, his mind overtaken by the incredible action.

Danny's elephantine boner banged the living daylights out of Leo's rear watering hole. Leo mewled as his sphincter surrendered to being sundered by that supreme batter blaster. Looking down at that hot hippie, Danny felt his brain reach cloud nine billion. There was something about accessing Leo's secretive and sacred compartment that made Danny's mind explode. He felt powerful to be pounding away at another man's fundamental orifice.

But then who was in charge here, Danny wondered. He might be the penetrator but he also felt like Leo had to grant permission to getting used by a gigantic cock. It seemed like they were sharing equally in this ultimate experience, the two of them discovering new heights with their assholes and appendages. What did it mean that two erstwhile heterosexual dudes were enjoying their homosexual bumping and grinding so thoroughly? Gay, straight, top, bottom----weren't theses just categories that human beings had invented? What did any of them even mean anymore?

Geez, Danny thought, I must be super high right now.

It didn't matter. The only thing that did was this divine dicking, which had gotten Danny so hard he could lay a brick. After pistoning Leo doggy style for a while, Danny leaned back and goaded Leo into mounting him reverse cowgirl. From this position, Leo could hump his butt cheeks against Danny's groin, totally in control over how much of Danny's celestial cock was inside him at any given moment.

From there, the boys traversed through a wide enough variety of erotic maneuvers to create their own gay Kama Sutra. First, Leo lay on the couch with one leg in the air while Danny drilled him sideways. Danny then pulled out and lifted Leo's ass towards his face, motorboating his cheeks and rimming his sexy puck with long strokes of his tongue. Leo managed to bring his head between Danny's legs, securing his mouth on Danny's cock and vertically deep-throating that enormous instrument. That got Danny keyed up enough to pile drive his stupendous pipe back into Leo's hot, wet exit, making Leo squeal with delight. Finally, they ended up in what's known as lotus, with Danny sitting Indian-style on the floor as Leo spread his knees and lowered himself onto the gigantic dong emerging from Danny's lap.

In this position, the two boys were close as could be, foreheads touching, lips locked together, arms wrapped around muscular torsos, legs intertwining. They both held on to Leo's gigantic boner and jacked back and forth. Danny felt like he was deeper inside the pizza boy than should be possible, his crotch emanating the most heavenly sensations as he thrust again and again into that amazing puck. A tingling in Danny's own ass began to announce itself.

"Alright, dude," he said, kissing Leo. "You've had your fun. But in case you didn't know, this is a flip fuck. So get that gorgeous junk inside me pronto."

Leo stuck his tongue out and shot Danny a delighted grin. "Thought you'd never ask."

His eyes filled with starlight, Ryder dipped his fingers into the psychoactive ointment he'd made from his plants. In careful strokes, he painted green lines on his face, his body, his limbs, and his sensitive and extremely extensive, soft cock.

Pete could feel the cum churning in his balls as Johnny went to town on his ass. His huge-dicked best friend had transformed from a quiet nerd into a horny satyr barely able to contain his lust-filled loins. Mounting Pete from behind, Johnny delivered some rockstar poundage to Pete's almost overwhelmed caboose. Pete repeatedly felt that incredible fuck stick slip deep inside his hole, tickling his prostate and sending his brain into overdrive. Each thrust of Johnny's supreme trouser snake made Pete gasp from its thickness and rigidity and he howled with delight as the sweat dripped from his frame.

Meanwhile, Quentin----who had been laying back and watching for a minute----came and presented his colossal schlong to Pete's enthusiastic lips. Pete wasted no time in cramming that giant sausage straight down his throat, feeling amazing to be spit-roasted between Johnny's gasp-inducing dong and Quentin's oversized contribution.

As he got boned from both ends, Pete could sense that mounting tension coming from his crotch that indicated his release was not far off. In particular, Johnny's outrageous deliverance on his super-charged asshole was giving Pete the feeling that he couldn't hold out much longer. But before he spurted, Pete wanted to get a few more miles in on this gay bacchanalia.

Grabbing Quentin's legs, Pete pulled his hippie friend down to the bed. Quentin laughed and accepted being pushed onto his back with his legs in the air. While taking care to keep Johnny's magnificent cock inside him, Pete slid forward and introduced his thick member to Quentin's snug compartment. Impaled between his two friends, his dick and ass equally engaged, Pete directed the thrusting, pushing forward into Quentin's mind-melting tightness and then tipping his hips backwards onto Johnny's sensational endowment.

It's almost unfair, Pete thought. When hooking up with a girl, there's really just the one level of engagement. But with two or more dudes, there's so many incredible combinations to savor. He could enjoy being reamed in the rear end by a raging boner but then also have the pleasure of fucking a luxuriant puck. He could swallow a cock while simultaneously having his cock swallowed and, if there were enough participants around, maybe get a hard dick in his willing butt at the same time. Pete didn't think he was going to stop having sex with women after this but, given how astonishing he felt at the moment, he was definitely never going to deprive himself of dudes again.

At the moment, Quentin seemed to be totally gone, his toes curling sensually as Pete hammered away at his hole. Pete almost felt bad for what he wanted to do next, but there was one last button he needed to hit before the night was through. Kindly asking his friends to disengaged from their current triad arrangement, Pete leaned back and gave Johnny a lengthy kiss.

"Babe," he said to Johnny. "Your prick is out of this world. But I'm gonna nut soon and I want to drop my load inside you."

Deep in horny goat mode, Johnny could do nothing but nod excitedly as he licked two fingers and stuck them up his own hole. "God damn, Pete. That sounds amazing."

Johnny leaned over onto his stomach, directing his cheeks up in the air so that Pete and Quentin could get a good look. His hairy posterior was a sight to see, especially that delicate aperture just waiting to take dick. Both boys got to lapping at Johnny's crack, slipping their tongues as far as they could into his antechamber. Once he was nice and ready, Pete brought his beer-can cock forward and pressed it into Johnny's exuberant ass. Pete felt himself glide forward into that ecstatic compartment, his balls coming to rest against Johnny's hirsute cheeks.

Pete banged the living daylights out of Johnny for a while, grunting and growling, until Quentin wanted a turn. Johnny moaned like a slut as Quentin and Pete passed him back and forth, each of them delivering some of the finest cocksmanship any had ever experienced. Pete loved reaching around to play with Johnny's massive dong as he rammed into his friend's succulent puck, then making out with Quentin as the co-oper did the same.

On his next turn, Pete really turned up the pace, slamming his hefty contrivance over and over into Johnny's unbelievable exit. When he reached his full hilt and his sack once again smacked Johnny's taint, Pete knew that he had achieved his highest peak.

"FUCK, JOHNNY!" he called. "I'M GONNA CUUUUMMMMMMM!!!"

Zak's overwhelmed noggin took in the scene at the frat house. Through his inebriation, and the puffy clouds of marijuana smoke all around him, he could see boys banging boys. Exactly when Zak had changed from a good conservative (and not to mention girl-oriented) dude into a cock-hungry cum slut, he couldn't remember. All his life, he had been taught to swagger and puff himself up, to woo ladies and pride himself on how many pussies he'd stuck his prick into. But the instant that weed hit his brain, he had been transmuted by some ancient alchemy into a total dong dog.

Pledging had seemed like a masculine activity to get into while at college. Now, as he lay in a line on the couch, his cheeks thrust in the air while Blaise's furry fuck-stick buried itself completely into his eager hole, Zak realize just how manly a frat could be. Directly next to him was Silas, followed by Nick, then Cole, then Ashton, then Victor. They each had their rears ready to receive Blaise's beautiful bequest, eagerly making out with one another and shifting excitedly as they awaited their turn. Somehow----and Zak couldn't quite remember how----it had been decided that every dick needed to meet every ass and so the boys had organized a soul train of sex that they could each run down. Zak had already taken Victor's vivacious thrusts, Ashton's astounding poundage, Cole's colossal schlong, Nick's magnificent member, and Silas' supreme batter-blaster with aplomb. As soon as Blaise finished his beast-mode bounding on Zak's posterior, he would get to go down the line, introducing his keyed-up dick to his future frat brother's delectable slots.

Blaise was practically possessed, his enthusiastic assault on Zak's incredible hole like that of a man overtaken by the spirit of sex. He ground his gargantuan gonzo into Zak's buttery bowl, grabbing Zak's curls and nuzzling his neck with tiger-like ferocity.

"Dude," he whispered to Zak. "You're so fucking sexy. Let's hit these guys together."

Zak didn't need to be told twice, getting up with Blaise and moving right on to Silas, with his adorable asshole just asking to be used. Blaise and Zak rimmed that snackable booty for a minute, hearing Silas' ecstatic oohs and aahs as they both went to tongue town. Then Blaise pressed his prick into Silas' love tunnel while Zak continued tonguing that ring, tasting Blaise's long dong as it slid back and forth through Silas' exit. All three of them were frenzied from fucking and the other dudes hollered in appreciation for the spectacular show. Zak and Blaise switched, so that his Egyptian horse-cock was now prying open Silas' backdoor while Blaise pressed his mouth on their union point to try keeping the amazing action lubricated with his spit.

Next up, they took on Nick and Cole at the same time, with Blaise mounting the muscle-bound pledge master while Zak banged away at the insanely handsome South African exchange student. Cole's mountainous ass cheeks clenched around Zak's committed spelunker as the reamed foreigner moaned in his accented English. God damn that's hot, Zak thought as he slapped Cole's beautiful rear, removing the last shreds of his lingering heterosexuality while he did. Someone had produced a couple joints in the meantime and Nick and Cole lit them while getting donged, sending heavenly tendrils of THC-laden incense toward Zak's nose. Feeling even more charged up, he tapped Blaise's shoulder and then took over the job of thrusting a giant dick into Nick's tight chute. As Blaise moved on to Cole, the joints went to the tops, so that Zak and Blaise puffed away while pistoning their penetrated partners with the utmost rigor and delight. Turning to Blaise, Zak grinned and gave his new friend a high five, completely enraptured by their carnal play.

At Ashton, Zak decided that he was done not having a pole in his posterior and told Blaise to hang on a minute. He got Ashton into missionary and lined his engorged erection up with Ashton's hole. After he slipped his rock-hard boner into their frat brother's slot, Zak asked Blaise to accommodate his needs and please put that jumbo-sized hog back into his jonesing puck. Blaise quickly agreed, allowing Zak the magnificent pleasure of having his dick squeezed by Ashton's receptive anterior while also getting his sphincter stretched by Blaise's attentive exertions. Ashton's filthy actions only added to Zak's mind-boggling state of satisfaction, as the instigating college stud stuck his head in Zak's sweaty armpits and inhaled an amazing whiff of fuck fumes.

Zak was nearly tapped out by the time they got to Victor, letting Blaise take the lead in banging that final bottom while Zak jacked away at his still-raging dong. The other boys were now also in the final throes of their orgy and, after some unspoken signal, they all stood and formed a ring of naked university hunks. Each had their enormous cock in hand, tugging away at their marvelous meats in a salacious gangsturbation display.

"Looks like we've got ourselves a good old fashioned circle jerk, fellas," Ashton said, his grin stretching from ear to ear. "So who wants to be the oogie cookie?"

Cole surprised them all by jumping into the center and demanding that they all cum on him. His gorgeous features turned Zak on to a dazzling degree, especially when Cole went around and gently sucked on the tips of the six dicks aimed at his awaiting face. As Cole's long tongue licked away at Zak's cockhead, Zak felt himself ready for release.

"Alright man," he managed to grunt. "Get ready because I'm gonna splooge!"

The beautiful smells of sweat and weed and lube and spit and man-funk converged on Esteban's nose, driving his senses wild. He was dumbfounded from finding himself in this unbelievable situation, a total cliche gay fantasy of three-way fucking in the locker room. Making the circumstance even pornier, Esteban and Harry currently had each of their dicks thrust deep inside Karl hole, stretching his incredible ass to its salacious limits. Karl was taking their dual donging like a champion, his wild red hair whipping back and forth as the growls of a Norse berserker issued from his throat.

Karl emanated power and strength, virile carnality and dominant prowess. It took both Esteban and Harry, and their outsized members, to mount and satisfy that superlative specimen of man. Karl the rugby player was a god, rutting and bouncing on two dicks at once, encapsulating those gigantic hogs with his holy chute, his body billowing sensational scents like a censer. Esteban felt as if he were receiving some of Karl's sex magic via this act, an ancient ritual sustaining the cosmic fornication rites of reality, the three of them conjoined, their cocks diving in and out of one another, each taking turns as deliverer and acceptor of dong. Esteban also realized that he was deeply, deeply stoned.

Harry and Esteban kept playing with Karl's bull-size cock and balls, watching that towering contrivance issue forth a steady stream of pearly precum. Karl kept reaching down with his fingers, scoop smears of that potent fluid and then anointing Harry and Esteban on the forehead, lips, cheeks with his sacred effluence. Each lovingly took the offering, licking Karl's fingers and then increasing their mutual poundage of his dick-stuffed hole. The two of them were barely able to keep up with this sultry spirit, who had shown them each how much they were missing from life.

Finally, Karl said that his orgasm was nearing. He told his piking partners to slow their ecstatic thrusts. Esteban crowded forward, wanting not to miss a moment of the spectacular fireworks of cum that were sure to shoot from Karl's engorged tip.

But Karl gave deep and steady breaths, bringing himself back from the brink for one final act of debauchery. Though Esteban could see how much he wish he could stay in this position, Karl lifted his butt off that fat double-pole base and told both Harry and Esteban to stand.

"I'm gonna need to hit each of those amazing asses again," he said, grinning. "And maybe one of them will get a reward."

Esteban and Harry scrambled to lean their chiseled torsos against the lockers, each pressing their curved and delicate glutes out as far as they could, waggling their rear end invitingly, as if to say, please, Karl, use me first. Karl winked at them both and placed his sturdy hands on Esteban's hips. His ridiculous cock slid right into Esteban's well-used hole, sending Esteban into a state of delirious rhapsody. As Karl plowed his backdoor, Esteban's eyes rolled to the back of his head, losing himself further when Karl grabbed a tuft of his hair and emphatically tugged back.

Esteban didn't even know how much time passed with Karl's intense endowment in his chute, the rollicking motion pressing him to his limits, but he sighed with discontent as Karl pulled out and moved on to Harry. Nevertheless, it was overwhelmingly arousing to see Karl's colossal creation disappear into Harry's insanely hairy ass, then peek out repeatedly as its astronomical dimensions pistoned back and forth in that slick aperture. Esteban jacked his own gargantuan cock as the dirty scene played out before him, getting riled up by Harry's magnificent moans and Karl's provocative grunts.

Karl announced that he was nearly spent. He ordered his two play partners to their knees and tugged his foreskin over his huge cockhead. Both complied in an instant, sticking their tongues out to receive his generous bequest. Karl's bicep gleamed as he flogged his colossal dolphin, his naturally-hanging nuts beginning to constrict and rise. He grunted and groaned, working himself into ardent lather and getting closer and closer to his point of no return. Finally, he howled like a bear and his giant dong, now engorged to its full and magnificent glory, began to convulse.

Esteban's eyes went wide as Karl fired his first volley of splooge, which sailed in an arc and smacked straight into Harry's face, smearing itself all over that hunky expression. A second dollop landed right between Esteban's eyes, the alluring spunk spreading and drizzling down his cheeks. Shot after shot of that delectable liquor launched from Karl's spectacular tip and covered his randy receivers, who showered in its energetic spray. Esteban felt himself nearing his own nut, fisting his shaft and plunging two fingers into his worked up puck as Karl's cum ran down his lips. He leaned over to Harry, who was doing much the same, and the two of them pressed their mouths together in an eager kiss. Just as they locked lips, each felt an atomic bomb go off in their brain and their balls tighten skyward, propelling a magnificent batch of salty boy batter directly at the chest of their brawny companion.

Francesco was in awe of Wayne's pole dancing skills, the way Wayne's snug asshole repeatedly swallowed his seething anaconda as Wayne delivered the best fuck that Francesco had ever experienced. He watched as Wayne's toned abs crunched each time that muscular luminary ground his hips down atop Francesco's raging dong, while Wayne's own prodigious boner flapped around in a riotous display of beauty. Francesco kept taking hold of that titanic appliance with his spit-slick palm and fapping away at its inconceivable thickness, each stroke of which sent Wayne into an even deeper frenzy.

A rising tension was building inside of Francesco's depths, the urgent admission getting closer to release with each passing moment. This was the greatest sex of Francesco's life, and he had never expected it to happen with a man, much less his roommate Wayne. But looking at Wayne's luscious features----those enchanting eyes, his wiry chest hair----Francesco knew things were never going back to the way they had been before. An adorable smile from Wayne was all it took for Francesco's barriers to come crumbling down.

"I love you, dude," Francesco said, looking his roommate in the eye and meaning every word.

Wayne paused his performance, a shocked expression frozen to his face, as if wondering if he'd heard right. A second of silence passed between him and Francesco, the two of them still stuck together dick to hole. Francesco worried for a moment that he had ruined his relationship with Wayne, wanting to take it back even as he felt Wayne's loving chute twitch around his rocket-size cock.

Wayne leaned forward and kissed him. "I love you too, man," he whispered reverently.

And in his heart, Francesco knew it was true. All their months together in the apartment, all that time spent side by side, what else could it mean? Francesco wanted to hang out with Wayne all the time, their companionship more well established than with anyone else either of them knew. They had been buddies for so long, and Francesco had been excited when they moved on to being fuck buddies. But now he saw that this was the beginning of something even greater than that.

As the schmaltzy moment passed, each of them grinned at the other. Whatever emotions might be passing between them, but there was more bodily business to attend to right now. Wayne resumed his acrobatics, hiking his hips up as far as he could so that Francesco's entire shaft was exposed, just the sensitive head tucked into Wayne's posterior point, and then slammed his way all the way back, sending Francesco's nutsac upward to smack Wayne on the cheeks. Wayne did this several more times, driving Francesco into a state of hyped-up passion.

With sweat dripping down his brow, Francesco took control, wrapping his thick arms around Wayne's body and lifting him up into the air. Amazed, Wayne beamed a lovely smile and spread his shapely legs out so that Francesco could hit his sensational ass to the full degree. Francesco had no idea what took hold of him, how he was able to deliver his pounding while balancing his friend above the couch, but it felt like some beneficent spirit had possessed his frame and was giving him superhuman abilities. He banged his consummate dong in and out of Wayne's fan-fucking-tasting puck, getting himself ever closer to the brink.

But it was Wayne who exploded first, an unexpected climax appearing from anal stimulation alone, since Francesco hadn't touched Wayne's dick for a while. Wayne's face contorted with pleasure as he began to writhe on Francesco's thrusts and squirt cock sauce in every direction. Francesco could tell that his roommate had never had a prostate orgasm, nor likely any orgasm as intense as this one. Buckets of cum fountained out of Wayne's enormous erection, positively covering both boys in silky spooge. Francesco was incredibly turned on watching the display as Wayne's tight tunnel twitched over and over on his extra-responsive cock.

While Wayne was still in the throes of his attainment, Francesco achieved his own nut, driving his thick dick to its full hilt inside Wayne. A tsunami of bliss slammed into Francesco's brain, sending him to dimensions of exhilaration he had never before known existed. Jizz came pouring out of his hog, a copious amount that flooded Wayne's antechamber and dripped all over the floor. Wayne continued to spurt as Francesco moaned, each of them lost in their apogee and the heat of their connected bodies.

The two of them came crashing down to the couch, their limbs embracing, their tongues intertwining, as Francesco continued to pump gooey snake spit into his friend and lover. Wayne's cockfetti was not yet done, small bursts wetting them both as their climaxes slowly subsided.

"That was incredible," Wayne said as he lay spent beneath Francesco.

And Francesco could only nod along and sigh contentedly thinking about the next time they would do this again.

Leo licked cum out of Danny's ass, the salty deposit he had just jizzed into his sex partner's warm and inviting antechamber. Despite having already splooged, Leo's horniness was still at full blast, his gigantic cock hard and ready for more fucking. He absolutely needed to feel the sensational snugness of Danny's hole tugging on his raging dong as he pounded that posterior like a madman. Leo's ganja-blasted brain had really only one thought in mind: sex, sex, sex, sex...

Danny seemed to be enjoying the hell out of Leo's actions, moaning lasciviously as Leo's long tongue slurped up his nut juice. The sight and taste of it leaking out of Danny's rear aperture made Leo's loins twitter with anticipation. Rubbing his face one last time in Danny's crack and smearing some dick goo all over his forehead, Leo reared up once again and mounted the college boy from behind.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," whispered Danny in a voice like a prayer.

Leo's lustful prick slid straight into that spooge-slick back channel, stretching its walls and hitting Danny's wanton prostate with its greased-up pumping. Leo could feel his own cum acting as amazing lube as his sterling erection sent the most enchanting signals throughout his keyed-up body. He plowed that ass like a farmer sowing a new field, hitting it from different angles, bringing up one leg so he could really bang away at those buttocks with his full power and strength.

The minutes smeared into senselessness as Leo worked away. Sex involved being fully present, he realized, a totally meditative mindset that hooks us into every moment of stunning existence. With his every fiber on fire, Leo felt completely and fully human, engaging in a carnal operation that stretched back through time immemorial. He and Danny were locked together in perfection, their actions both grounding and elevating them simultaneously. Leo was touched that the two of them, strangers until shortly ago, could participate in this beautiful union of soul and body.

Below Leo, Danny was writhing uncontrollably, clearly loving the fact that he could got to take in every inch of Leo's florid dick. Leo pulled out for a moment and flipped Danny around, so that his delivery recipient was on his back in missionary. In this position, Leo could bone to the max while also playing with Danny's leviathan cock, which seemed to have grown even more monumental than before. Leo had never seen a hog so big, so rigid, so exquisite in every way and he wanted nothing more than to service it again and again, making Danny spurt goblets of his boy batter.

As if reading his mind, Danny announced that he was nearing his nut and Leo thought that it would only be fair to coat his own hole with Danny's love splatter. He exited Danny's rear entry and took one long slurp of Danny's tremendous member, sliding it all the way down his throat until his lips had pressed to Danny's crotch and his eyes were nearly popping out of his head. He held it there as long as he could, feeling his dong-stuffed gullet cry out in rapturous pleasure to be swallowing that savory meat stick down to the hilt. Randy Danny cheered on his exertions and then, when Leo pulled off, got to the business of lapping away at Leo's super-charged puck, which was fervid with expectation.

As Danny rimmed Leo's hole, Leo felt himself unravel. His ass was emanating the most joyful inundations of delight and Leo was ready to ride those pleasure waves for as long as possible. Danny jammed his tongue way the fuck up Leo's backseat opening, causing Leo to groan and grovel for Danny's amazing dick. The lingual teasing had done its job----Leo was now more prepared for butt play than almost any man in history and he cried out for Danny to stuff his guts. Danny complied with a laugh, bringing his hips up and shoving his superstar sausage into Leo's craving fundament. That fat cock disappeared in an instant, boring its way into the farthest parts of Leo's interior reaches, touching all those fervent nerves in the places where the sun don't shine.

Leo opened his thighs to Danny's spirited assault, feeling each centimeter of Danny's extradimensional appendage ream his ass with its monumental power and magnitude. Every thrust of that oversized man-cannon brought supernatural ecstasy to Leo's rear aperture, the pleasure doubled and tripled as Danny nibbled Leo's nipples and sniffed his armpits. Leo was lost to the world, his lips emitting a frenzied glossolalia as he wrapped his legs around Danny's butt, bringing the two of them closer than seemed possible.

Finally, Danny pushed his huge cock as far into Leo as he could and began to shake and shiver. His eyes rolled back as an earthquake appeared to rumble through his entire frame and he sent out an almost lupine howl from his throat.

"UNNNNGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Danny said as an orgasm rolled through him.

Leo could feel the trigger of Danny's wang go off and hot rushes of creamy cum fire up into his tender parts. The onslaught was a flood, and Leo's chute was quickly inundated with sticky liquid, which dribbled out of his ass all around Danny's colossal erection. As the deluge of dude custard emerged from Leo's hole, Leo's own dong went critical and he cried out as a second climax wracked his body. A torrent of raunch dressing shot out of Leo's dickhead, spraying everywhere like an old school sprinkler system. Magnificent dollops hit Leo in the face and chest and abs, running down his cum gutters to pool at the place where he and Danny were connected. Another volley splooged Danny, covering his hair and lips in delicious man cream, which Danny licked away as he collapsed atop Leo.

"Holy shit, man," Danny said, panting.

Leo wanted to agree, but stars were currently spinning around his brow. As the lay there with Danny's arms wrapped around him, the two of them positively submerged in sticky discharge, he drifted off to sleep and wondered just what the hell had actually come over them.

Ryder stood before his plants, spoke his incantation, and took a deep rip from the monster joint he had rolled.

Johnny roared like a barbarian as he deposited another helping of jizz into his friend Pete's ass. The achievement, his third of the night, was a record for Johnny. He'd taken Pete's nut in his own backyard then gargled Quentin's salty cock sauce as the co-op hippie spurted in his mouth. Still lost in lust, Johnny had banged away at his partners' bottoms, giving first Pete, then Quentin a gooey contribution from his gigantic schlong. Though spent, the other boys had willingly let their holes be used until Johnny spurted a final batch of boy batter in Pete's chute, then all of them lay back in wonder.

The three fit college students snuggled and jabbered away excitedly as cum dripped from their well-used orifices. None of them could believe the insane gay acrobatics they had just gone through, or what had caused them to get so riled up and bone until they couldn't anymore. Quentin looked over at the baggie of weed he'd bought, telling the other two that it seemed to have a strange effect on men. The first time he'd smoked it, he said, he and some frat boy Ashton had ended up jerking off together. Maybe getting stoned had something to do with everything that had just taken place.

Johnny grinned at him, only half believing. "Yeah, right. You think that's some kind of gay-inducing weed?"

But Quentin could only smile back and shake his head, unsure of where the truth lay anymore.

Cole was happily covered in cum. From a young age, he had loved to suck his mates off after school, but those incidents were usually one-time offerings. He could see that coming to the US for a semester and joining up with a frat was going to pay off in spades for a gay guy such as him. As he and the other pledges and frat brothers lay in a giant cuddle puddle, having each nutted at least once, Cole knew that his time would be well spent here at Phi Delta.

The languid conversation now turned to everyone's experiences, as each of the new initiates to dude sex recounted their favorite part of the orgy. Already, some were getting turned on again, grabbing their deflated junks, squeezing each other on the buttocks, tugging at their low-hanging ballsacks. Cole was surprised to hear who had messed around with men before and who hadn't. In the heat of their communal pleasure, each boy had seemed like a well-versed homosexual.

Their pledge master, Ashton, admitted that he had some inkling the night would turn in this direction, but even he had been shocked by how overtaken everyone had been. When asked what his secret was, Ashton shrugged, telling the assembled about the pot he'd bought and the effect it seemed to have. Cole could see intrigue and disbelief light up on various faces but, in his heart, he knew that Ashton was right. In Cole's experience, just about any straight boy could be pushed at least a little towards the gay side once you got them good and stoned.

The warm spray hit Harry's chiseled chest as he soaped up with Esteban and Karl in the shower. The three gym gods began to clean away the excesses of their spermy romp in the locker room, laughing and pointing out places where they'd hit one another with jism.

Harry asked Karl where he'd procured his stash and was not entirely surprised when Karl said it had come from some dealer who lived off campus----a guy named Ryder. That was the source of Harry's own weed and it sounded like this was more than a coincidence.

Esteban chuckled when Harry mentioned this aloud. It couldn't be that this dealer had managed to breed some strain of ganja that got dudes to make out with other dudes.

Karl smiled. "I think we did a little more than make out tonight."

But that was just it, Harry thought. Nobody could control the effects of mary jane that well, right?

Wayne squeezed Francesco as tightly as possible, feeling his roommate and----dare he say it----boyfriend snuggle him back with all his might. Francesco's supremely cut figure, still dripping with sweat and spooge, pressed against Wayne's as the two shared passionate kisses. This was going to be the start of something wonderful, Wayne thought.

"I can't believe we never did this before," Francesco said, beaming at Wayne. "We've wasted so much time not fucking."

Wayne laughed and pointed out that they had plenty of years ahead to catch up. Thinking back on the night, he delighted in how amazing everything felt.

Francesco agreed. "Sex is always better for me when I'm high."

"Same," Wayne said, nodding. "But this stuff was, like, another level."

His roommate nodded and then the two of them sunk into their wonderful post-sex still-stoned haze of love.

And, finally, there was Danny, who was laying back on the couch with Leo's head pressed to his chest. His ass was still twitching with delight as a post-ejaculatory spurt dribbled from his soft cock. He had no regrets about what had occurred but wondered just why he and Leo had given in so quickly and easily to their deepest desires.

"I don't understand it either," Leo said, when Danny brought it up. "I mean, that was awesome. But I've never done anything like it before."

"Me too," Danny said. He knew it had something to do with the marijuana he'd bought, but it seemed fantastical to believe that. The weed must have just unlocked buried inklings in both him and Leo, allowing them to give up to what they both truly wanted.

As they discussed the question, and what it all meant, a consensus formed between them. Who cared what the reasoning behind their fuck sesh had been. It was fantastic and there was no need to dive down into unknowable things. What Danny and Leo most agreed up was that they wanted to do it all again soon, and they deviously began plotting over which muscle stud they were going to seduce next.

EPILOGUE

Ryder stood entirely nude in the center of a forest of tall cannabis stalks. Their leaves glistening in the starlight like many-sided gems. Crystals clung to their buds, crystals hung all around the room. A low and steady thrumming seemed to reverberate throughout the space. Ryder tried to clear his mind, knowing that would make the rite more successful, but his nerves were vibrating at a high frequency. His enormous soft cock and long dangling balls twitched with anticipation of what he was trying to achieve.

Will he come? thought Ryder. He had every time before, ever since Ryder discovered how to invoke his essence and experience the flourishing vitality of the verdant world. But each new session was another attempt at magic, and perhaps this time Ryder's powers would be on the wane.

Ryder looked down at his excellent body, which would be his offering for tonight. He had the appearance of a seasoned yoga instructor, his muscles toned, his skin tan from absorbing the sun's energy while sitting in the buff in nature. A small diamond of fur ran down his chest, turning into a happy trail over his belly button, before spreading out into a wilderness of hair that covered his legs and butt. Ryder wore no deodorant and only bathed in wild springs, and so he inhaled the pungent body odor he had cultivated, which smelled of grapefruit and peppercorns and laurel leaves.

He took the head of his ginormous dong in hand and gave it a good squeeze. That always got the sensations flowing. Proudly, Ryder felt the heft of his hog and its girthy sturdiness. He'd known few other men who could rival him in this department, the length of his shaft even when unerect was a sight to behold. He pulled on his foreskin, gave his balls a delightful tug, circled his pucker, and then brought his fingers up to smell his own taint.

Where was he? thought Ryder. Usually by this point in the ceremony, the spirit would appear. Ryder had done everything as before----lit incense, rang his quartz crystal bowl, cultivated a meditative state, and covered parts of his body in psychoactive ointment. He puffed away at the huge marijuana cigar he'd rolled, feeling its smoke calm and revitalize him.

Perhaps the spirit was perturbed with him for some reason. Maybe he had done something wrong. Had he checked the alignments of the planets? The phases of the moon? The status of the seasons? Deep down, Ryder wondered if all those other times had simply been hallucinations, and he was just another stoner deluding himself.

But then, floated above Ryder in the smoke-filled room, a naked figure coalesced. The brawny visitor seemed to form himself from the misty fog, to pull himself together out of the tendrils of inebriant that Ryder had exhaled. Ryder sighed contentedly as the apparition solidified before him, a heartening feeling spreading through his body as he finally witnessed the magnificent glory of his visionary lover.

The spirit looked down at Ryder with a coyote smile, his bold eyes twinkling like the sunrise Venus. He seemed to chide Ryder for a lack of faith. He hovered lower, leaving cloud trails from his ankles, and embraced Ryder in a deep and sensuous kiss.

Ryder still had no idea how real any of this was. He certainly would have thought it crazy should anyone describe the anthropomorphic manifestation before him. The spirit's details were in constant flux, his features flickering between resemblances of every man Ryder had ever loved----now mustachioed, now clean-shaven, now dreadlocked, now with tight curls. The one constant about the apparition was his perfect proportions, how his muscles bulged like those of a classical statue. His skin was the deep dark green of forest moss, and wisps of smoke rose from his edges. But he felt substantial and firm in Ryder's arms as the two of them caressed and made out.

What is it you wish, the spirit said in a breathy voice, his lips unmoving.

And Ryder merely had to think: I wish for your power to flow into my flowers, so that they may cast their spell on their intended recipients.

After that the spirit grinned even wider and nodded his head to let Ryder know that it would be so.

But the spirit didn't do anything for free and, as part of their pact, it was upon Ryder to show his appreciation for the divine gifts he was receiving. That was, of course, the best part for Ryder.

Already, the spirit's inconceivable cock was starting to rise and press between them. It was the schlong of a god, bigger than any mortal's tool could ever hope to be. It hardened languidly, its colossal tip engorging and pressing its way upward as Ryder watched in awe. The spirit's dick had a perfectly tapered head that flared beneath a beautiful sheath of foreskin, held up by an absolute cannon of a shaft thick as a battering ram. His balls were like goose eggs, each orb enclosed in a hairy nutsac that hung down a hand's-length below his frame. Once that dong reached his full and commanding length, Ryder looked into the spirit's eyes and indicated that he was ready.

With a chortle of satisfaction, the spirit flew into the air, bringing his insane instrument up to Ryder's face. Ryder took that titanic tube reverently in his hands, knowing that he was handling a prize beyond compare. He brought his lips forward and sucked ever so gently on its crown, his mouth just barely able to accommodate even the jutting end of the spirit's magnificent member. But then again, Ryder was fully in the realm of the supernatural at this point. He moaned with bliss as the spirit began to push that herculean task into Ryder's awaiting throat.

Ryder felt himself stretched in mind-boggling ways as that prodigious erection disappeared past the edge of his nose. It crowded his gullet and slid ever deeper, sending delightful emanations throughout Ryder's figure. By now, Ryder was completely hard himself and he jacked away at his own uncut cock as the spirit entered him further and further, boning him up to a ridiculous degree. When the spirit's crotch finally came to rest against Ryder's forehead, touching his third eye, Ryder nearly nutted as he felt that celestial connection.

Gently, so gently, the spirit moved his priapic monster in and out of Ryder's throat. Ryder gave himself up to its immense expanse, savoring the flavor of the spirit's precum, which tasted like tree pollen in spring. Housing that humongous hog in his mouth while hefting the spirit's mighty balls in his hands made Ryder feel like a devotee of the temple of dick, who would eagerly allow himself to be a conduit between the earthly and heavenly as that axis mundi corked his kisser. He loved to have his face fucked by one of the most magnificent items in creation, feeling the spirit's sorcery as he took it all in.

At some point, the spirit withdrew, his wondrously-thick wand popping out from between Ryder's lips. Tendrils of marijuana smoke came tumbling out of Ryder's mouth as that enormous organ stood before him again. He instantly felt himself get even higher from that hit of holy reefer, blasting him to the far reaches of existence. The spirit's divine pipe wapped him in the face a couple times, causing Ryder to throw his head back rapturously and lose himself to that baton.

The spirit now turned and presented his callipygian rear to Ryder's ensorcelled senses. With a nymph-like wink, the spirit bent over, spreading open his cheeks and presenting the most delectable-looking puck Ryder had ever witnessed. Wasting no time, Ryder leaned forward and dove straight into that deep recess, running his tongue into the spirit's crack and all over his tight aperture. The spirit's asshole tasted earthy and grassy and Ryder wanted to lap up as much of that ambrosial bowl as he could. Ryder felt the spirit's stately buttocks clap around his face, two hallowed pillows that seemed to surround him and draw his tongue ever farther into the spirit's fundament, to a subterranean reality where pleasure was never-ending. Ryder rimmed that sacred sphincter for all it was worth, his lingual thrusts poisoning in and out of the spirit's antechamber, eliciting peals of felicity from his airborne partner.

With a gymnast's flexibility, the spirit opened his legs into a wide splits and pitched himself forward. The upside-down hovering spirit now had his face at dick-level and took Ryder's supremely erect cock into his mouth while Ryder continued his analingual actions. Ryder's huge dong instantly disappeared down the spirit's throat, and Ryder was seized with the most euphoric sensations as the spirit orally massaged his massive member. A blowjob from a celestial being was like being taken to heavens beyond heavens, and Ryder felt himself glowing with light and ecstasy. That velvet tongue and warm chamber ran over the full extent of his sword and Ryder's exuberant moans were only muffled by the fact that he had his face stuffed far into the spirit's backdoor. Ryder tongue-fucked the spirit's outlet with wanton abandon, loving every moment of this extraordinary encounter.

But the spirit had not yet taken what Ryder had promised in exchange for their covenant----Ryder's ass. With that in mind, the spirit pulled his amazing mouth off Ryder's giant tool and slowly spilled down and between Ryder's legs, moving like a leisurely cloud that happened to have a unbelievable boner. The spirit slapped Ryder's cheeks, eliciting a yelp of joy from the stoner, and then traced upward until the spirit's tongue was licking Ryder on the rear. Already frenzied with anticipation, Ryder shook his caboose, trying to get the spirit closer to his posterior opening, but the spirit just teased him, tracing circles around Ryder's hole in a slowly spiraling gyre.

Driven half-mad, Ryder thrust out his butt and parted his cheeks wide, generating a fey laugh from the spirit. Knowing what Ryder needed, the spirit licked a finger and gently pressed it to Ryder's tight exit, sending a spark of electric thrill throughout Ryder's feverish frame. The spirit's digit slipped inside Ryder with ease, causing Ryder's eyes to roll back in pleasure as he felt the first inkling of his asshole being stretched by that wondrous being's exertions. Ryder wanted more and more of that feeling to enter his body until he was completely overtaken by lust and pleasure.

With his finger still toying Ryder's snug antechamber, the spirit now brought his tongue into the mix, touching its sodden tip to Ryder's backdoor. Ryder moaned as his muscles vibrated with joy, sweat dripping from his brow as his sphincter unraveled and begged for further indulgences. The rimming continued, getting Ryder more worked up and wet and allowing the spirit to slip his tongue directly into that sensational pucker. Ryder cried out as the spirit tossed his salad, feeling like the warmth of sunlight in a garden was entering his outlet. The verdant humming energy of the spirit's actions was sending Ryder's body to an Edenic place.

Of course, the rim job was merely an appetizer and soon it was time for the main course. Ryder grunted and groaned with excitement as he felt the spirit stand behind him and press that colossal plinth of a cock to Ryder's eager exit. Ryder was never sure if he could survive what was about to come, but he was never one to back down from a challenge and so he thrust his hips towards the spirit and opened his hole wide, breathing like a yogi as he prepared to accommodate that mystical member.

There was a moment of intense pressure as that galactic dick-head pushed against Ryder's aperture. But then its staggering might pressed Ryder's love buttons and it was like an `open sesame' signal to his ass. The spirit's formidable appendage poured into Ryder's rear, stretching its walls to their fullest. Ryder felt like he were being donged by ten men at once. His juiced-up puck admitted that pythonic prick with nary an ounce of resistance and Ryder threw back his head and opened his mouth as the liturgies of a secret language came tumbling out of his throat.

Ryder moved into a metaphysical level of existence as the spirit began to fuck him. The spirit's immeasurable organ slammed Ryder's boundless asshole, sending convulsive radiations of crystalline pleasure from his toes to his nose. Ryder felt the spirit's strong palms grabbing the sides of his glutes as that otherworldly being's brobdingnagian balls slapped in time against his buttocks. To say that Ryder was exultant would be an understatement. He was intoxicated and rapturous, traveling through waves of glory-filled sex-stacy as the spirit's interstellar implement sundered his fundament.

A lucid brain cell in Ryder's head wondered once again if any of this could possibly be real. But the rest of his mind was too far gone to give it any lengthy consideration.

The spirit plowed and pounded, bucked and thrust, his superlative meat snake roaring its way through Ryder's blissful tunnel. Ryder had definitely been a bit of a size queen before this, but he had never thought he would be able to take a pole of this magnitude and grandeur in his bunghole until the spirit had first come to him. But now, getting drilled like an insatiable courtesan, he felt that it was inconceivable he would ever give up his heavenly lover and that incredible tower, which pushed over and over into Ryder's recesses.

Like a luminiferous fluid, the spirit shape-shifted and flowed, and Ryder now found himself impaled on the spirit's elephantine boner as the spirit faced him from below. With a woosh and a chuckle, the spirit lifted Ryder into the air so that now both of them were hovering near the ceiling as Ryder rode the spirit like a slutty cowboy on his handsome steed. Looking down between his open legs, Ryder could see the spirit's monstrous member moving in and out of his blissed out asshole. It almost seemed to be happening to someone else, some dream character that Ryder was watching yet simultaneously experiencing the sensations of being mirthfully stuffed by an astral dong. His hole was on fire, his dick raging and tall and Ryder squeezed tight on his abdomen as he felt a momentary clicking inside his brain.

A sense of wonder now filled him as an orgasm erupted throughout the full length of his body, his essence itself lit up by climax and joy. A huge spout of cum came shooting from Ryder's large dick, looking like a geyser going off in a geothermal hotspot. Ryder drank from its spray as it coated him and the spirit in milky cream, dripping down their conjoined frames as Ryder continued to bring forth splooge.

The spirit grinned to see such a carnal reaction, delighted to be leading Ryder to ejaculation from ass-fucking alone. Though the spirit had no physical seed, he knew what was expected from his audience and so, after pumping the still-sodden Ryder a few more times, allowed himself to reach his apex, releasing his own gooey sap straight up Ryder's keister. Ryder felt the hot emanation permeate his rear chamber, inundating it to the maximum and dribbling out around the spirit's super-girthy cock. The spirit pulled out with a plop and kept jetting his celestial nut, dousing Ryder and himself in another contribution of fragrant cum, which Ryder tried to catch on his tongue.

As they sauntered back to the ground, Ryder still breathing hard and sweating, they both looked each other in the eyes. That spirit seemed to Ryder more beautiful than any man could ever hope to be. Ryder's cannabis plants glowed with green light as the two creatures kissed. Ryder gave his visionary companion one last embrace as the spirit sighed and then departed, dissolving back into the dense fog of smoke from whence he came.

THE END

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