“Trust me, Pete, since I shaved off my body hair, I have been getting more sex than I ever dreamed of.  If fact it is more than I can handle.”

Is it wrong that I did not tell Pete he would be on the receiving end of the sex not the giving end?  The guys suggested that I find someone to help share the loads.  I knew he would not want guys cocks in his ass at first, but I figured, like me he would get used to it and maybe even start to enjoy it after a while.  Either way, in a few minutes the lacrosse team was going to finish practice, and seeing Pete’s smooth body, they would bend him over and run a train on his hairless ass.  Until his hair grew back, Pete was going to be a cum dump.

He has lost track of how many of his Frat brothers have stepped up and shot their loads into his mouth.   It feels like he has been here for hours taking dick.  All because of a simple confession to his roommate while drunk.  His life as he knew it is over.  He now exists to service real men, to act as a receptacle for cum. 

When Pete’s “friends” invited him to the party he was surprised, they did not normally hang out together.  He did not fully understand why, until his hands were tied behind his back and he was carried to the basement.  He was not a guest, he was entertainment.

For the next 36 hours he was fed cock and ass raped over and over.  His “friends” cum was overflowing out of his holes.

Best party ever!