My "Freshman Streak" Experience 06

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Chapter 6: Life With The Golden Boy

The frat house was dead quiet the next morning. I had fallen asleep holding Alex, my dick buried between his cheeks. I lifted my head to try to remember where I was. The smell of incense still lingered under the heavier scent of sweat and male essence. Candles had burned down to puddles of wax on every windowsill. A few guys were making sleeping noises on couches, others sprawled across the floor wrapped in robes or half-dressed in sheets. My stomach growled. I hadn't eaten anything but cum in twelve hours, and the light coming through the blinds felt too bright.

Alex lay in front of me, his sleeping body rising with his breath. His golden robe was half-draped over his stomach, leaving the rest of him naked and bare. His heavy dong was leaving an imprint on the rug beneath him, already getting its morning wood. His hair was messy, his lips swollen and red, and his ass was covered in red handprints. I lifted his cheek, and his looked so wrecked that I started laughing.

He blinked, waking up from my touch. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing,” I said. “Just… everything. Did we actually join a frat or a sex cult?”

He rubbed his eyes, sitting up. “Both, I think.”

We cracked up quietly, trying not to wake anyone else. The absurdity of it all hit me again, the masks, the robes, the chanting, the candlelight. We’d gone from streaking freshmen to full-blown participants in a gay free-for-all. And somehow, it was more fun than strange.

Dylan’s voice broke the stillness. “Rise and shine, brothers.” He clapped his hands together, striding into the center of the room with a confidence that made everyone slowly sit up straight. His robe went to his feet. He still had that sly grin he always seemed to have.

“Congratulations,” he said. “You made it through the first night of initiation. But this, ” he paused, sweeping his hand through the room, “this was just the introduction.”

A murmur spread through the group. Alex sat up beside me, eyes wide.

Dylan continued, “From this moment on, you’re all part of Phi Delta Alpha. And one of you has already proven exceptional bravery, confidence, and…” He smirked, glancing directly at Alex, “…endowment.”

Everyone laughed, and Alex’s face turned red.

“Brothers,” Dylan said, “As you've probably figured out, we don't let small dicks into the frat. Even my little brother couldn't come in, as he had only five inches with which to endow our brotherhood. The largest among us, in the entire frat, was no contest this year. I give you your new Banana Aurea.” He gestured toward Alex, and the room erupted in applause. Some of the guys whistled. A few started chanting his name. Dylan put a hand on Alex’s shoulder. “Wear the crown with pride, my man.”

Alex groaned. “Is this really a thing?”

“Oh, it’s tradition,” Dylan said. “The Banana Aurea leads by example. Confidence, composure, stamina, all that good stuff. You’re the one they’ll look up to.” He winked. “Or, you know… up at.”

The laughter rolled through the room again. I leaned in close to Alex and whispered, “King of dicks. Long may he reign.”

He snorted, but he was shy from being the center of attention.

Then Dylan’s voice softened. “In all seriousness,” he said, “what happened last night wasn’t just a stunt. It’s about breaking down your walls, external, and internal. That’s what brotherhood means.”

It was cheesy, but something about it hit. I looked around and saw a few guys nodding. Even Alex’s expression had shifted from embarrassment to something like a quiet pride.

Dylan clapped his hands again. “Alright, Banana Boy. Take your victory lap. Breakfast’s on us. You’ve earned it.”

By the time Alex and I made it back to the dorm, the adrenaline had worn off. Robby was at his desk, headphones around his neck, scrolling through something on his laptop. He turned and grinned when he saw us.

“You two look beat to hell,” he said, then looked at me. “You shouldn't be taking his giant cock that much."

I dropped my bag on the floor. “Morning to you too.”

Robby laughed. “What happened? The frat run out of lube or something?”

“Shut up,” Alex said, trying not to laugh.

Robby raised his hands in mock surrender. He grabbed his hoodie and stood up. “Anyway, I’m going to grab breakfast. Try not to traumatize anyone while I’m gone.”

Once the door closed behind him, the silence made my ears ring. We sat on opposite beds for a moment, both unsure what to say. Then Alex leaned back, looking at the ceiling.

“Can I be honest?” he asked.

“Always.”

He exhaled. “I didn’t expect any of this. The frat, having this thing with you, everything. I haven't felt this adventurous, and, like, excited in my entire life."

I nodded slowly. “Yeah. Same here.”

"I think I love you," he said, still staring at the ceiling.

We sat there for a long minute, both smiling in a dumb, quiet way.

Then I said, “I think we’re best friends now.”

Alex turned his head toward me, his mouth twitching into a grin. “I think we’re more like… gay for each other.”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, yeah. That.”

We both laughed until our sides hurt. And maybe that was what love felt like. Chaos, sweat, and the weird comfort of knowing someone completely. We spent the day fucking around, finishing schoolwork, messing with Robby when he came in and out. We made sure to be naked most of the time just so he had to look at our asses. I knew inside he liked it, even if he pretended to be annoyed every time.

Alex finally had to leave for some club meeting, then studied by himself. I actually missed him, and just took a nap. I woke up with my phone buzzed.

Alex texted me one sentence: Go for a run?

I didn’t even hesitate. Meet outside my dorm.

Even if he didn't say it, I knew what he meant. I walked out of my dorm naked, dick swinging, and a big smile on my face. The place where it all started, naked runs, was when I felt most in my element now.

I waited by the same quad where it all began, the campus quiet under a cloudless night sky. The air was cool, the grass still damp from sprinklers. I saw his dick swing around the corner before I saw his face. He started laughing as soon as he saw me, before he ran up to me and embraced my body. I hugged him back, almost lifting him in the air, before I set him down and started running away from him, daring him to chase me. We didn’t need to say anything. The moment already had its own language, as we bolted across the large, green, lawn, laughing like idiots, dodging sprinklers and yelling just to hear our voices echo across the empty campus.

After a few laps around the block, experiencing a few honking cars and a few dubious shouts of "fags!", we ended up under the big oak tree near the center of the quad, breathless and wild. The moonlight filtered through the branches, painting everything silver. Alex tackled me into the grass, both of us laughing too hard to breathe.

He hovered over me, eyes searching mine. “We're ridiculous.”

“Yeah,” I said, grinning. “But I don’t ever want to stop.”

We stayed there, tangled together, as I felt him start to get harder. I was already rock hard, as my boner was always quicker than his. I think it was becuase it took an entire gallon of blood to fill his giant cock. He laid down firmly on top of me, melting into my body, and I could feel his heartbeat against my chest. Even if we were outside, it felt like it was just us.

He kissed me first, and I tongued him back. He pulled off of me and looked down into my eyes, as his dick started to rub against mine.

“I never thought I’d feel like this,” he said softly.

“Like what?”

“Like I don’t care who sees us.”

I smiled. “Guess that’s what college does. Or the frat maybe.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “You’re an idiot.”

"I’m your idiot.”

He leaned down and kissed me, then I grabbed him and pressed him onto his back on the damp grass. I lifted his legs, held his dick and spit on his hole. I had to have him right there. I pressed in quickly, making him gasp. Before I pressed it another inch into him, I realized I had reached the edge too quickly. 

“Fuck,” I said, pulling out. I tried not to cum, letting my dick hover in the air. But it was too late. I squirted, grabbing my dick to not waste the orgasm. I released several ropes, landing mostly on his big cock, an easy target since it was so big. He chuckled as he held up his hands, like he was trying to block the cum from hitting his face. I left a white puddle on his crotch, and I watched him continue to throb. 

I started to stroke him, my cum acting as a helpful lube. The big head of his dick throbbed in my hand. I held it tight and felt the pulses. 

“Put it inside me,” I said quietly.

“But you just came,” he said, smirking.

I laid back and lifted my legs. “Go.”

He jumped on top of me, my own cum dripping down his crotch. He scooped it up and stuck a finger in my ass. I felt my hole tighten on him, less open after having just cum, but I wanted it anyway. I was falling in love with this guy, or I already had maybe, and I wanted him to know that I was there for his cock with no limitations.

He pressed forward and found my hole with the tip of his dick. After taking it so many times, I knew how to lean into it, and although my face grimaced, I held his hips and pulled him deeper. Once he got the head in, I saw the pleasure in his face, and it was all worth it. He started humping me slowly, looking down at me. His cute face and his short blonde-ish hair gave me emotions, now familiar, but still hard to describe. I only ever felt this way with him. The fact that he enjoyed having sex with me was the best feeling in the world.

He humped me hard, giving it to me rough, and I not only got used to it, it started to feel good. My dick was throbbing on my abs as his body started to clap against me. It was still somewhat sharp when he went fully deep inside me, but I even liked that in the moment. His body fell on mine and he made out with me with my dick was squished between our abs. I held his back and felt the broad, smooth, toned body, rubbing my hands up and down the layer of sweat over his skin.

I held his taut ass and squeezed the small globes, feeling his energy as he tensed with each thrust. He rearranged my organs every time he shifted his body, his giant dick making the decisions that my body was being forced to accommodate. 

When I sensed that he was getting ready to finish, I almost didn’t want it to end. I was still on my back, just taking every thrust with dutiful attention to his pleasure. I held his ass firmly, trying to push him into me and slow him down, but the power of his thrusts prevailed. He went even faster, making loud clapping sounds and even grunting louder than normal. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a guy walking by, pretty close to us. I looked at him with a half smile, keeping my hands on Alex’s ass. The guy looked at us and said, “fucking legends.”

Alex didn’t react to him at all, still pummeling into me until he started pulsing a few seconds later. I could tell when his rhythm changed that he was cumming inside me. Before he even stopped thrusting, I felt his load starting to leak out of me, frothing up around the thick base of his shaft. He finally slowed, and I felt the throbbing as he dropped the last of his load inside me. He left it in me for a long time, as our spectator slowly walked off with a big smile on his face. We had inspired something in him. Maybe.

We lay there in the grass, naked and unashamed, two idiots who’d turned a dash of nudism into something that felt a like it would last forever.