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Every week on laundry day Pete finds himself amazed that the football team managed to get cum on every piece of clothing he owned.  It’s almost like they intentionally mark him once they are done using his holes to drop a load.  Pete can’t remember a time when he did not smell like jock jizz. 

Others are starting to notice as well,  the captain of the wrestling team cornered him in the locker room last week and told him he smelled like pussy, right before bending him over a bench and ramming a very thick ten inch cock in his ass.

Adding to the problem is the fact that all the guys in the frat make sure to stick their dirty cum rags and socks into the dryer with Pete’s clean clothes, baking the smell of cum into his load like a scented dryer sheet.

On a deserted beach, there is only one reason for a guy to stand this close to his seated buddy.  He keeps his hand in the pocket of his shorts, slowly stroking his massive hard on.  Even though the scenery is spectacular Pete can’t help but stare at the growing mound in his buddies crotch.

The third guy, John, taking the pictures, smiles as he sees Steve take a step closer to their seated “friend”.  Pete’s head doesn’t move an inch as his view of the ocean is fully blocked by denim covered cock.  Pete involuntarily licks his lips as Steve slowly unzips his shorts.  John keeps snapping pics as Pete becomes the worlds newest cocksucker. 

Day one of spring break was going just as planned.  For the rest of the week, Steve and John would have Pete serve them in ever more degrading ways until he was nothing but a pair of holes in which to shoot a load of sperm.

The telltale wet spot on your underwear tells you that some of your dorm mates loads have leaked out of your formerly tight hole.  The walk of shame thru the dorm back to your room, three floors away, is going to be that much more embarrassing with your recent conversion to cum dump very visible on your ass.

The worst part is that you can’t remember who took part in the train you pulled last night, so you have no idea if the guys you pass in the hall have contributed a load of two to the wet spot.

Having grown up in east Texas with a Mexican mother and a American father, Pete feels a sense of pride at being an American, but also feels the pull of his Mexican heritage.   He tries to be a good person and help out those less fortunate.  Pete spends at least one day a week down at home depot hiring day laborers to help him out around the farm.  He finds them to be eager, hard workers filled with Mexican pride.  At the end of the day, Pete himself often feels filled with Mexican pride as well…..big, thick Mexican pride.

We spent all afternoon sitting around drinking and smoking pot.  Somehow I ended up drunker and more stoned than my friends, that’s the only way to explain why I was in my tighty whiteys, while they were all fully dressed.  It also explained why I allowed them to shave my body hair and now my head.  It was to make me look hotter for the girls, was how they explained it. Then they started posting pictures online.  I figured, what the hell, I would end up hairless and slightly embarrassed on Facebook.  At that point I was really high, and starting to loose focus on what the guys were saying, it did not matter, these guys were my friends, i knew they would never let me do anything too stupid.

Just before I passed out they started arguing amongst themselves.  I remember thinking that they must have a real slut of a girl coming over later to use, because they were arguing about privacy and if they should set aside one of the bedrooms for fucking or just bend her over the couch here in the common room. I had tag teamed a couple of girls with my roommate, after all we shared a bedroom so privacy was hard to come by, things just work once in a while.  But I didn’t know any girls on campus slutty enough for all four of us to use.  I am going to show her a good time, with my newly shaved pubes and balls, my cock looks huge, the slut will love it.

I woke up a little later, face down on the couch in the common room, thinking I need to cut back on the pot and booze.  While I was out of it several other guys had come over, and a pretty good party was starting. 

“OK it looks like he’s awake, who had the high bid?”