My "Freshman Streak" Experience 05

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Chapter 5: The Golden Banana

“We sign with the jizz of our brothers. Then we annoint the banana aurea”

“What’s that?” one of the fellow nude pledges asked, looking around nervously. 

Dylan looked at him casually. “The golden banana, of course.” 

“I think golden banana in Latin would be ‘musa aurea’,” said one of the other naked pledges with a thick, short dick hanging over his balls. 

“Shut up, nerd,” Dylan said back to him, shooting him a wink. “Now pledges on your knees.”

As we knelt down onto thick satin pillows, surrounded by nude males, I turned to the guy next to me and whispered, “Did everyone here do the naked day? I didn’t see any other naked dudes around campus.”

“Well, we mostly just stayed inside,” he said with a chuckle, “I heard about you guys though. Naked in the quad? Epic.”

“Yeah,” I said with a breath, “They had us fuck too.”

“That’s crazy,” he said, suddenly looking nervous.

“We’ve been fucking anyway,” I said.

“Oh, ok,” he said, clearly not knowing what to say. 

The heat in the room was picking up, in close quarters with the other nude males of the frat. The brothers in Roman masks, the freshman pledges on our knees, faces bare, mouths ready for whatever would come next.

I looked around the room. The glistening abs and leg muscles were making my insides do backflips. I was scared and turned on and excited at the same time. My heart was racing, and I was breathing fast. I felt my ass start to sweat a bit. When I turned my head back forward, I found myself face to face with a cock. A man’s cock. He must’ve been a senior. Trimmed pubes, thick, veiny and on its way to an erect state. I looked up past his abs and two mounds of pecs. Through the mask, the frat boy looked down at me. It was intimidating beyond measure. I felt someone grasp my hand, and looked over to see Alex staring at the dick in front of him, holding my hand tight, his own massive cock having grown to its steel hard maximum glory.

The other freshmen around me seemed nervous, their dicks resting over their balls. A couple were hard, and my own had been throbbing for minutes already.

No one told us what to do, as silence was all the instruction we got. The gregorian chants and the dim, candle lighting set the ritualistic tone as I broke the ice. I was the first to reach out and grab the guy in front of me. His dick came to life as I started to rub it, garnering some blood flow. Alex followed suit, and like a wave of male hormones, each pledge reached out and started stroking the masculine cocks in their faces. The frat brothers kept their hands at their sides as the freshmen began to service them, some tentatively, some with enthusiasm. I was playing with the big set of balls in front of me, rubbing the pink and white tube of flesh that had become my task for the evening. When the guy in front of Alex was fully hard, I recognized that he was the definition of a grower. His cock had grown to a solid nine-plus inches of thick, leaking glory. He was the only one in the room to rival Alex’s monster. 

The guy in front of me let out a little moan when I pressed on his taint, and I looked forward to see a string of pre-cum hanging off his dick as I stroked it. It was flowing out and dripping lower, and I didn’t want it to go to waste. I leaned forward and caught it with my tongue, lifting my head to catch the salty fluid until I reached his head, then gave it a lick for good measure. He moaned when my tongue came into contact with his dick, and when I pulled back to continue jerking him, his abs tensed and he reached for my head, pushing me back onto him until my mouth was getting stuffed with a new cock. 

My body was shocked by the intrusion, but my instincts kicked in and I grabbed his hips to steady myself as he started thrusting. Alex grabbed my hand again, harder this time, but I couldn’t see him. From the sounds that were coming from the rest of the room, I could tell that a lot of other guys were getting fucked in the face as well. I grabbed the guy’s ass and pulled him into me, encouraging him to use my throat, the sense of ritual and brotherhood making me feel like a part of something bigger than myself. He only paused when I gagged, giving me one breath at a time, then shoving it back in.

Just when it hit me that there were a lot more frat brothers than pledges, I started to feel more hands on me. A hand grabbed my hair and tore me from the cock that had battered my throat. I caught a glimpse of someone eating Alex’s ass while they jerked him off, which made me grateful that they hadn’t blindfolded us. It was less than a second before another pair of abs was in front of me, shoving me down onto his cock. The second guy had a smooth crotch, showing nothing but dick and balls. I was soon choking on yet another large cock, while multiple pairs of hands rubbed down my body, stroking my shaft and playing with my ass, and the rest of the pledges released moans and gags and gluck gluck glucks.

It was a sea of male bodies, glistening with sweat and tearing into the pledges, taking their pleasure from their bodies. Soon there was a muscular, fuzzy ass in my face, that I recognized from the naked party the night before. I tried but failed to remember his name while I stuck my tongue in his ass and tried to probe every angle of his insides that I could. Another hand held my head in place while I did everything I could with my tongue. With my eyes obscured for so long by the ass in front of me, I started to think this wasn’t real. I must be dreaming. This is too strange, and I’m about to wake up. 

But when I came up for a breath, I saw fifteen naked freshmen, in various states of pleasuring the several dozen athletic college men wearing Roman masks. It was real.

I bent over onto all fours and looked forward, saying to no one in particular, “You can fuck me if you want.”

Without missing a beat, one of the hands on my ass probed my hole, making it wink. I leaned back and let my cheeks separate, and felt someone spit on my hole. A thumb went inside me, then a second one, and I was being spread apart.

One of them muttered to another, “I can see the pink inside him,” his voice muffled by the mask, but I still recognized it as the guy I had jerked off the night before. I got ready for a pounding, remembering the enthusiasm he had for the sesh we had jerking off on the couch.

The thumbs were removed from my ass, replaced by a cold liquid that the guys took turns fingering into me. Alex was busy next to me getting his ass eaten out and his mouth stuffed with the second biggest cock in the room, a magnificent salami that went all the way in and out. Alex seemed like he was in a trance, watching the guy’s body as he thrust repeatedly into his mouth, the masks obscuring his facial expression, but his body language showing pure pleasure and focus.

I started to wonder when we got to the part where we sign the pledge parchment “with the jizz of our brothers”, but my mind went blank when a big cock pushed onto my entrance. It popped in with little resistance.

“Fuck,” I muttered, holding my breath. The guy standing by my face started to rub my body, from my neck down my stomach, like he was encouraging me to relax and breathe. I let out a long breath as yet another hand reached for my dick, slowly rubbing in my pre-cum and keeping me in pleasure mode. Just as I was getting used to the stretching, he pushed in further, and a set of big, hairless balls sat on my mouth. A big cock tapped my neck and chest as I lapped the balls thoroughly with my tongue, bathing them in saliva and getting them wet and warm. 

The guy started fucking me hard as the other guy pressed his cock into my mouth. I was moaning on the dick while someone else rubbed my own with an agonizing, slow pace. 

The big cock that Alex was sucking pulled his head off him, then knelt behind him. Another guy stood in front of Alex, holding his shoulders steady, while the huge cock behind him pressed inside. I saw his face wince. He had only taken my cock before, and while I wasn’t small, this guy had me beat by several inches of girth and was longer as well. I watched Alex struggle to take it, but he leaned into it and showed his determination, even pulling the other guy’s dick into his mouth voluntarily, maybe just to take his mind off the battering his ass was getting. The guy fucking me tapped another guy in, and soon the other guys were getting fucked as well. The second guy to fuck me was slightly larger than the previous one, and I felt the stretch as I bit my lip and waited for the pleasure, which came soon. After another couple minutes, the guys rotated again, and I realized that the frat brothers were fucking us in a rotation. Every pledge was getting fucked by the other brothers, while the rest of the guys were holding our bodies and rubbing our dicks and making us comfortable, occasionally sticking their dicks in our mouths to keep warm. The only one who wasn’t part of the rotation was Alex, who just kept switching positions with the big dick guy inside him. 

At first they switched every couple minutes or so, then it was quicker, about every minute. And soon, they were fucking us for only twenty seconds or so before moving on to the next guy in the line, only skipping Alex. 

It had been a couple hours, and my body was sore, and my mind was a blank zombie, internally begging to cum as all these strong men took their turns using me and the other pledges.

I jumped when I heard a gong go off in the back of the room. Everyone looked. It was Dylan who had hit it, the only brother not wearing a mask. As if taking a cue, every brother wearing a Roman mask bounced over to the nearest fucked pledge, and started wanking his dick, aiming at their face, body, ass, dick, whatever was closest to them. Groans started to fill the room. Someone started jerking me off while I rubbed my hands up and down the legs of the guys surrounding me. I reached over to touch Alex, who grabbed my arm and rubbed me sensually, roughly. I felt his tension through his touch, as the guy fucking him picked up the speed and started really rearranging his insides.

The first guy let out a grunt through his Roman mask and released a big squirt of jizz across my face. I wiped my eyes to continue watching as he finished squirting across my neck and chest, and the second guy added to the jizz pile on my body. The other pledges started to moan as cum flew out of all the brothers and coated the previously innocent pledges, coating our milky skin with the white goo. When the guy fucking me slammed me hard and grabbed my cock, he rubbed me furiously until I came on my own chest and abs, as I felt him pulse inside me. 

As each frat brother came, they stepped toward the parchment, standing behind it, their big, spent, floppy dicks showing their carnal satisfaction, half of them still rock hard, some of them floppy and gratified.

I watched as Alex was jerked off by his hung fuck partner, cumming onto himself as the guy groaned and finished inside him.

When the last guy was done cumming on me, I sat up, looking around and waiting for a cue, until the last pledge was done getting cummed on. I looked at Alex, not saying a word. The mood was serious, like we had just done something important.

Dylan stepped to the parchment.

“Alright pledges, you’ve proven yourself and you’ve been supplied with the jizz of your brothers. You can now sign the oath of brotherhood, if you so desire.”

We stepped up and formed a small group around the parchment, looking down at it. Cum was dripping down my body and out of my ass. The first pledge took come cum off of his cheek with his thumb, and made a little thumbprint on the parchment. One by one, the rest of us followed suit. 

As each one signed, Dylan pulled a robe out of nowhere, handing it to each pledge. They matched what the other brothers were wearing at the beginning of the ceremony. A dark purple velvety texture, clearly high quality and durable.

I was the second to last one to put a spot of my body’s jizz mixture onto the parchment and receive my robe, save only for Alex.

He reached between his ass cheeks, and lifted his hand with cum on the fingertips, and pressed his thumb into the parchment, leaving a wet mark.

“Behold,” Dylan said suddenly, “Banana Aurea.”

He pulled out a special robe, like ours except highlighted with golden flares and ribbons and shiny gold trim. 

In stylized script, across the sash read, “banana aurea”.

Alex accepted it somewhat tentatively, not sure if he was breaking a ritual or something like that.

When he put it on, leaving the front open and his big cock hanging, the frat brothers all started to bow down, until even the pledges followed suit and started bowing. 

Before I realized what was happening, the brothers started to chant in very slow unison, “Banana Aurea, Banana Aurea, Banana Aurea…”

The Gregorian chants switched to a sort of ancient, light-toned bell music. It rang with a hauntingly beautiful harmony, growing louder and louder, and I felt a tingling in my body. 

Something special was happening.