Giant Frat Brats

It wasn't long after I started college before the frat boys
started hounding me to join their fraternity. To make matters worse,
one of the fraternity's most obnoxious and persuasive brothers was in
my second quarter English class. Even stranger, as if he knew about
my hesitation to join, he sat down right next to me on the very first
day.
Not that I was complaining. Joe was a fratboy fantasy come
true. A tall, beefy, muscular bod - complete with a hot,
cocky-attitude face that you couldn't look at just once. His
extremely good looks required a much longer gaze in order to fully
absorb him. From his pouty lips to his dark stubbled chin, I knew
this guy got whatever he wanted in this life. And of course his
baseball cap was always on backwards, with thick tufts of dark hair
spilling out on the sides.
"Hey, I'm Joe," he jabbed me in the shoulder with a laugh like
we knew each other.
"I'm Chris."
"Cool." Then he turned around and pointed to the fraternity
logo on the front of his cap, "You in yet bud?"
"Nah, I've been too busy just getting used to this college
stuff."
He frowned, "Oh man, you gotta join. This fraternity kicks
ass."
I just nodded. From the dazed expression on his face, I could
tell that all sorts of selling-schemes were circling through his
head. Or maybe I just couldn't tear my stare away from him. He
finally collected himself again, "You live in a dorm dude?"
"No, I got an apartment nearby."
"Wow, that's really cool." And then without skipping a beat,
"Hey, how about me and a couple brothers stop by your place tonight?
You know, pound a few beers, get a pizza - what do 'ya say guy?"
I knew exactly what kind of night he had planned: a big snow
job. But I couldn't fight my hormones either. I mean, the thought
of getting this stud into my apartment, even with his friends along,
was too tempting. Plus it was Friday so I figured what the hell,
"Okay, I'll give you some directions."
So I went home and picked-up the place a bit. I already knew
their plan - three against one. And it wasn't that I was absolutely
opposed to joining a fraternity. I just wanted to get myself into
the college-mode first before I started drinking and partying all
night long with the fraternity brothers! Naturally my dick wanted it
but I was determined to battle my bulge until I could get into the
routine a little more first.
They arrived with wild knocks on the door and raucous laughter
in the hall. I watched them file into my apartment with my mouth
dropped wide open. Joe was still the stud of the bunch. But his two
friends were close seconds.
Miles was a first-year guy like me but he carried himself like
a cocky senior. Underneath his oversized flannel and baggy jeans,
his stocky body moved like a heavy animal. Although his shirt was
oversized, I could see a sizeable beer belly rising and falling
underneath the fabric as he collapsed onto the couch.
Steve was a junior and he looked more like a high school pothead
to me than a frat boy. I think what got me hot about him was his
quiet but tough-shit presence. His jeans and t-shirt weren't baggy
at all, they clung to his slender body perfectly. And although he
was fairly skinny, his body was lean and rugged. It was the type of
bod that you knew had been shaped by muscle-jobs, like a mechanic or
a
steel worker. The big snake tattoo on his arm was not even necessary
as a warning because one look at Steve and you knew you didn't want to
fuck with him.
So I passed out the beers and left the case on the table. I had
heard how these boys can drink. Joe, wearing worn-out sweat pants
and a t-shirt, scratched his ample bulge a couple of times, "So,
Chris, what do you say? Don't you wanna join our club and party with
us?"
I smiled as I looked over all three of them with a hardon in
my pants, "Yeah, I guess it would be cool. But I don't wanna join
right now. I wanna get some classes under my belt first."
Miles downed his beer and lit a cigarette, "Oh man, you should
join now dude. It would make college life a lot easier to take."
Steve rearranged the long tube in his jeans, "Yeah guy, it's
the best decision I ever made." He burped a deep one up and then
smiled through squinted, stoned eyes.
"C'mon bud," Joe jabbed me in the shoulder. "We'll sign you
up right now."
Between the beer and listening to these three studs begging me, my
convictions were quickly losing their grip. The one question that I
had was one that none of them had talked about so far. I figured it
was time to get the details so I asked, "And what exactly is involved
in the initiation?"
All three guys looked at each other and started laughing like
juvenile delinquents. I knew that couldn't be good. Joe finally
stopped for a second, "Oh man, it ain't no big deal." With that
comment, they all busted out again.
Four more beers were cracked open and things began to calm
down a bit. Miles sat down next to me on the couch, "Seriously dude,
the initiation is nothin'. I mean, look - we all made it through
right?"
"Yeah man," Steve lit a joint, "it's not like what you hear all
the time. Shit, some guys even like it."
I couldn't stand the anticipation any longer, "Well, what the
hell is it already?"
Joe plopped down on the sofa across from me, "You ready for this
dude?" He looked at the other two and then at me, "All you gotta
do is...smell my feet."
The room was quiet. Nobody was laughing as I glanced from one
guy to another to see if this was just a joke, "Wait a minute here.
All I gotta do is smell your feet?"
Joe took a long gulp of beer, "That's it bro."
I just couldn't believe it was that simple, "What, for four days
or something?"
They all cracked up and then Joe said, "No, for just like five
minutes. No big deal."
"Well, if that's all I takes, then I'm in."
So the stage was set. Joe moved over to the big couch I was
on and I got up. Steve and Miles wanted front-row seats so they
plopped down on either side of him. Joe kicked off his ratty
hightops and pulled his sweat socks up a bit, "Okay dude, here they
are. Now get on your knees in front of me."
Those words alone coming out of his mouth made my cock rock hard.
Little did these guys know that I have a big foot fetish. And the
chance to be under Joe's sweaty feet was hardly going to be a crisis
for me. So I acted reluctant and slowly sank to my knees before him.
He winked at me, "Ready?" I nodded back. "Okay now dude, you
gotta keep your face under my foot until I lift it off of 'ya, got
it?" I nodded again. And then he raised his foot up and planted it
firmly on my face.
I could hear all three of them laughing as I inhaled deeply.
Joe's foot was so sweaty that his sock was wet against my skin. His
scent was so intoxicating that I couldn't get enough. As I sniffed
his aroma like a pup, the three guys' laughter seemed to grow louder
and louder. I also felt my body kind of crumpling to the floor and I
was thinking - man, he's really applying the pressure!
But it didn't hurt yet and I didn't want to look like a wimp so I
just remained still, under his foot, like he said to do. But then, a
few minutes later, I felt the strangest thing: Joe's wet sock was on
my arm! I couldn't imagine how that could be since it was covering
my face but then I realized that he could be using both feet and so I
relaxed again. It wasn't until a few more minutes later that I
realized something was very, very wrong.
That sweaty wetness of Joe's sock was no longer just covering my
face and arm - it was covering me entirely! I opened my eyes and saw
nothing but darkness. The room around me echoed with loud, vibrating
roars of laughter. For a second I thought maybe I had passed out or
something because I couldn't see anything and yet I felt a slight
pressure over my entire body. It was like a weird drunken dream.
Then, all of a sudden, the pressure was lifted off of me and I was
blinded by a flood of light.
Before I could even open my tightly-shut eyes, I heard Joe shout,
"There...that wasn't so bad was it?"
When I finally got used to the light again I opened my eyes and
stood in shock! My first view was a pair of gigantic feet in sweat
socks. They were Joe's infamous feet and they were planted on either
side of me. I figured I stood about four or five inches tall since I
was eye-level with his bony ankle. Speechless, my eyes traveled up
his massive legs and up to his face which peered down at me with an
evil smirk. Both Miles and Steve were leaning over to gaze down at
me and my reaction. Suddenly, all three of them had a look of
wickedness in their eyes.
Miles belched, "Well, little dude, ain't 'ya gonna say anything?"
I blinked and blinked but nothing changed, "What the hell
happened?"
Steve reached down and picked me up in his huge hand. He dropped
me in between his legs and rubbed his goatee, "See? It's like we
said - it ain't no big deal."
They all broke out into laughter again until Joe saw that I was
almost paralyzed in awe and confusion. He then went on to explain
that, for whatever reason, his foot odor has strange effects on
people. He said he discovered its power a few years ago when he was
wrestling around with his older brother. He pinned his brother and
then stuck his feet in his face for further humiliation. At that
point, Joe's big brother quickly became Joe's little brother!
Miles reached over to Steve's crotch and grabbed me. He set me
down in front of his baggy denim crotch, "And so, now starts your
initiation dude."
I couldn't put anything together in my head by that point, "What
do you mean?"
Miles pushed me forward into his denim crotch, "You get to spend
one night with each of us - that's your initiation." He rubbed me
into his bulge, "And we got lots for you to do, don't we dudes?"
Steve reached over and swiped me up, "Yeah, but we agreed - he's
mine tonight. You get him tomorrow."
Joe downed his beer, "Yeah and I get him Sunday."
To say I felt scared and nervous was an understatement. I
couldn't imagine what these three giant frat boys had in mind to do
to me individually. And since I didn't know any of them well, I
didn't trust them either...

Without asking first, the three of them decided to spend the
weekend right there at my place since it was much better than going
back to the dorm. I couldn't decide which was worse: to be taken to
their dorm where they might have let their roommates abuse me too or
being abused in my own home where there were no outsiders to stop
them. It was also decided by them that whoever had me for the night
would get to sleep in the bedroom. The other two would crash on the
couches. And so with that, Steve cracked open another beer and
grabbed his bag of weed. He swiped me up with his other hand and off
to my bedroom we went.
Steve tossed me onto the bed and then stripped off his clothes,
except for his white briefs. He jumped onto the bed which caused my
tiny body to fly up into the air. He grabbed his bag of weed and set
it down near his crotch, "This is gonna be fun little dude."
Steve layed a rolling-paper down on the bed and dumped some weed
onto it, "Okay dude, get going."
I walked over to his project, "Get goin' doing what?"
He scratched his big nipple and belched, "Roll my bud dude!"
I knelt down and started tightly rolling the paper up over the
weed. Steve flicked my head with his thick index finger, "And make
it tight dude, I don't like my shit comin' undone when I'm smokin'
it."
He watched me as I finished the rolling. Then he swiped it up and
licked it, "Not bad."
Steve lit the joint and reclined back even more, pushing his
mammoth crotch right up to me, "Now for your reward little man. I'll
let 'ya scratch these big nuts for a while."
I laughed to myself because I couldn't help but wonder how a tiny
straight frat-brother-wannabe would handle this situation. He'd be
throwing a fucking fit to have to service some giant burn-out punk.
But me, well, I wasn't feeling too compromised by the situation.
So I walked over to Steve's briefs and began rubbing and
scratching the gigantic low hangers that sagged inside. Steve moaned
and spread his legs even wider as he smoked his weed. The impression
I got of his cock when he first walked into my apartment proved to be
accurate.
A very long protrusion in his pouch jutted up to the right and
rested close to his hip. I couldn't even imagine that thing hard!
One question nagged at me and I figured that this was as good a
time as any to ask it, "Hey Steve, how do I get back to my normal
size again?"
Steve glanced down, "Never!" I felt my heart skip a beat. Then
he pushed me into his balls and laughed, "No, you'll be full-size by
Monday morning. All it takes is a couple of hours away from Joe's
foot odor and you're growin' again."
"Well, then I should be all grown by morning."
Steve smirked, "Not so fast buddy. We got plans to keep you small
until the weekend's through, don't worry." My hopes were dashed.
Steve jumped up and left the room for a few minutes. I didn't
know what he was doing until he plopped back on the bed with a
saucer-shaped spoon holder from my kitchen. He tipped his beer and
filled the bottom of the saucer, "Here 'ya go dude, drink up."
I ran to it and started lapping at it like a mad man. If anything
was going to help me handle this situation, beer would. As I drank
it up, Steve stripped out of his briefs and spread his legs before me.
The sight was amazing! His nuts were huge and that long dork of
his flopped off of his body and hit the bed with a thud. I motioned
to him for more beer!
When I had my fill of the fizzy stuff, Steve put the saucer on the
bed stand, "And so now, little man, what do 'ya think of this beaut?"
He flicked his pecker at me, knocking me over.
"It's fucking huge!"
"Hah, you got that right dude." He picked me up and dropped me into
his overgrown bush of pubic hair, "Gimme a good scratchin' huh?"
I fought with his dense, tangled mass of pubic hairs until I was
finally able to get my fingers on flesh. I scratched as hard as I
could until his long black hairs were fluffing up over my head. His
musky crotch scent enveloped me completely. Steve rubbed his nuts
and moaned while I labored in his forest.
Steve picked me up and set me on his bellybutton, "You got me all
excited now dude." He reached between his legs and brought his dork
up onto his belly. I didn't think it was possible, but that thing
was even huger now! It hadn't gained any length, but as it got
harder, it grew super thick. Steve started stroking his colossal
cock
over my body, "Oh yeah boy, this thing's feelin' good."
Steve dropped his tool and it fell on top me, pinning me on my
back atop his belly, "Ever think you'd be trapped under a dude's
prick?" He laughed and then continued his long strokes. My tiny
cock
was raging hard in my pants. I wanted to release it but I didn't
know
what Steve would think.
I casually started rubbing myself and Steve picked up on it, "Hey
dude, if you wanna, you can whack it with me."
My clothes were off within seconds. I stretched out on my back
again and jerked myself furiously while Steve stroked his tool over
my body and past my head. His pace was so much slower than mine that
I started shooting my load after about a minute. Well, hell, talk
about a good visual to jack-off to!
My big load must have seemed like a trickle to giant Steve. He
snickered down at me, "Was that your load dude? Shit, I get bigger
wet spots than that in my briefs!" I shrugged.
Steve swiped me up in his whack-off hand, "Don't think you're
through here bud, the big man hasn't shot his load yet." Steve
positioned me inside his palm and then continued his slow strokes
with me trapped inside of his fist. "Oh yeah, there ain't nothin'
like a little human friction on my baby. Oooh yeah, your bod feels
so
weird against my pecker."
His bony fingers held me tight against his shaft as he slid me up
and down the length of it. I felt like I was going over speed bumps
every time he glided me over one of his thick veins. He paused for a
second to rub my face all around his giant leaking cockhead, "Umm,
spread that shit around, yeah."
Steve was hitting his moment and so he sat me down on his stomach
again and began stroking his meat faster and faster. His heavy
breathing was blowing at my back as I watched him pummel the life out
of his beast. "Get ready dude," he shouted. Or it sounded like a
shout to me.
A second later I saw his big pisshole split open and throw a thick
stream of white cum right at me. Once it hit me, I couldn't see
anymore. I tried wiping my eyes but Steve's pole just kept drenching
me with rope after warm rope of his juices. By the time the
explosion ended, I was absolutely covered in Steve's cream. He
laughed like a teenager and then tossed me a tissue, "Clean me up
would 'ya dude?"
After wiping him and me down, I was exhausted. Steve was pretty
stoned and he looked like he was half-asleep already. He got up and
left again. When he came back, he was holding a round fishbowl. He
must have went to the car for it because I know they didn't walk in
with it. He set it on the bed stand, "Okay dude, time for bed." He
picked me up and dropped me in it.
I landed on something soft that covered the floor of it. From the
first whiff, I knew exactly what it was: one of Joe's socks! So
that was how they planned on keeping me small! Steve smiled down at
me before turning off the light, "Sweet dreams dude." I walked
around
and examined the bowl but the sides were too high for me to even
think about being able to escape. So I just collapsed onto Joe's
smelly sock and fell fast asleep.
I woke up early the next morning. From my fishbowl I just sat and
stared at Steve while he slept. One hand under his pillow, the other
hand plunged deep into his briefs. Then he shifted position and his
head hung over the side of the bed, right next to me. His floppy
hair and open mouth were so hot, especially this close-up. My prick
got hard immediately so I started stroking it. My eyes traveled over
Steve's nose and down to his enormous goatee. I wished I could rub
my tiny dick all over it and spit my wad into his stubble. But I had
to remain content to spit my wad into Joe's stinky sock instead.
Steve finally woke up and brought me into the kitchen. Miles and
Joe were gone. So Steve fed me some stuff from my kitchen - in
miniature portions of course. While I ate on the counter, he walked
over to the sink next to me and took a long piss in it, "Ahhhhh, just
like bein' at home."
I shook my head in disbelief, "So where are the other two?"
Steve gave himself a final shake, "Oh, well on Saturdays we get a
scrimmage football game together. And then tonight we got a party to
go to. So they probably went home to change."
I thought for a second, "What about me?"
Steve flicked me with his finger, "Well bud, you're too little to
play with the big guys!" Then he cracked open a beer for breakfast,
"You're just gonna have to find somethin' to do in your little
fishbowl dude."
I had wondered last night why Steve volunteered to take me the
first night when it seemed like the other two guys were going to have
me for an entire day and night. But now it made sense, these dudes
weren't changing their weekend plans for me. They were just going to
tease and taunt me in the evenings.
And so once Steve got dressed, he put me back into the fishbowl
and then he threw Joe's other sock on top of me, "With two of Joe's
socks in there, you're definitely not gonna be gettin' big before we
get back!"
Since the fishbowl was not very big, there was no way to escape
the scent of Joe's feet. I tried piling his dirty socks up against
the side of the bowl but it was no use. The narrowed opening at the
top kept the stench contained within. I finally resigned myself and
fell into a long slumber.
Night fell and I woke up with a grumbly stomach. I passed the
time by thinking about Monday and how unreal it was going to feel to
be my normal size again. I also wondered what it was going to be
like
spending the night with Miles, my next giant abuser.
At some point in the night, I heard the door fly open and the
quiet apartment was immediately filled with loud, drunken laughter.
Joe came in and picked me out of the bowl, "Hey dude, wassup?" His
eyes were so heavy with intoxication and his breath practically gave
me a buzz! He brought me into the kitchen and gave me some fruit and
cheese to eat. He also filled the saucer full of beer for me.
Miles stumbled in, "Hey, just what do 'ya think you're doin' there
Joe? Trying to steal my date away?" And with that, they started
laughing and wrestling around in the kitchen.
After a few minutes of roughhousing they stopped and walked over
to the sink next to me. As I continued eating they both unzipped
their jeans, whipped their pricks out and started pissing into the
sink. I tried not to stare. Joe yelled out to Miles, "Shit man, you
got such a little pecker there."
Miles shoved Joe, "Shut up, fucker!"
For the first time, I felt a surge of fright go through me. It
was like all of a sudden I realized that I was a tiny man among a
group of giant, drunk (maybe violent) frat punks. In their altered
states, who knows what they might do without thinking first.
Nervously, I finished eating and started drinking the beer...

A few minutes later Miles came back in the kitchen and swiped me
up in his hand, "Okay little dude, let's go play now." He also
grabbed the saucer of beer and brought it along. As we walked
through
the living room, I saw why I hadn't heard anything out of Steve since
they came home. He was passed out cold on the couch. Joe was taking
his shoes off for him.
Miles dropped me on the bed and then started stripping out of his
clothes. But not before falling against the wall twice in the
process. I was damn scared! He turned around and pointed at me,
"Get outta your clothes too mini-man."
I wasn't about to argue so I shed my clothes too. Miles fell onto
the bed wearing nothing but a pair of plaid cotton boxers. He
scooted me up to his crotch, "I didn't get lucky tonight at the party
so you're gonna have to make me feel good now."
I looked up at my new giant and I couldn't take my eyes off of his
huge, hairy beer belly. From where I stood, it towered above me and
all I could see over it was Miles' squinted eyes looking down at me.
Staring at that huge mountain of a gut got my little dick stiff.
Miles just sat there, waiting.
Maybe it was the beer I drank, but all I knew was that I wanted to
mount that belly of his and feel it all over my body. So I reached
up, grabbed a handful of his boxer shorts and lifted myself off of
the bed. I started climbing his big boxers so that I could finally
set foot on his giant gut. Just when I had taken hold of his
waistband, Miles let out a rumbling belch which broke my grip. I
fell
off his waistband and tumbled down through the crotch-opening in his
boxers! Damn!
I heard Miles laugh as I struggled inside his boxer shorts, "Yeah,
that's it...you know where to start to make a man feel good don't
'ya?"
I felt Miles' hand pushing me through the fabric, smooshing me up
against his musty crotch. But it was so dark in there that I
couldn't really make out any details of his equipment. Then I felt
him tugging his shorts off and a blast of light hit my eyes. He lit
a
cigarette and tipped his beer, "I gotta see what you're doin' down
there 'ya know."
When I got used to the light again, I found myself sitting in
front of Miles' manhood. My first reaction was that he wasn't that
big. I mean, granted, compared to my size everything was big. But
when I thought about what Steve had in the meat department, Miles just
seemed pretty miniature in comparison. But then I reminded myself
that he wasn't hard yet either.
So Miles grabbed a hold of his cock and pointed it at me, "This is
a man's cock dude." I didn't react and I think that pissed him off.
He raised his eyebrows at me, "You don't think so?"
He was still slurring badly so I figured I better play along and
appease him, "Oh yeah, it's definitely big."
"That's right," he shouted. And then he flicked my prick with his
fingernail, "I mean, look at that pitiful thing. Hah!" I bit my
tongue even though I was pretty sure that if I were "normal" again,
my cock would make his look like a boy's.
It wasn't until Miles started pulling on his foreskin that I
realized he was uncut. He pushed me closer to his shriveled head, "I
want you to lick my cheesy head clean little punk." With that he
pulled the skin back, exposing his damp cockhead.
I stepped forward and started to lick his helmet when all of a
sudden Miles stretched his foreskin forward and snapped it around my
shoulders. The skin was so tight around me that I couldn't even move
my arms to get out from it. I heard him shout, "Lick it!" I
struggled at first but I realized that he wasn't going to free me
until I did what he wanted and so I started licking his cockhead at a
feverish pace.
One thing was for sure - the sweat from his scrimmage football
game plus a long night of partying definitely collected in strength
within the folds of his tight foreskin. That and a day's worth of
pissing combined to create the muskiest place on Earth. It felt like
I was licking a toilet in there! As overpowering as it was, I saw no
other choice but to keep licking his putrid prick until he was
satisfied.
After what seemed like hours, Miles finally pulled his foreskin
off of me, "Very good. I haven't had a lickin' like that in a long
time dude." Thankfully, he thought enough of my efforts to bring the
saucer full of beer down onto the bed for me. I ran to it and drank
from it like my life depended on it!
Miles just sat there, burping and stroking himself into an
erection. As I drank I noticed that even fully hard he still wasn't
that big. He didn't have to move his fist much at all to jerk
himself. But even so, I had to admit that if I ever saw him as a
stranger in a bar, I'd definitely fall for him. He had a hot face, a
beefy bod & that "big and dumb" look that turns me on big time.
I emptied the saucer with my thirst and so Miles put it back on
the bed stand, "Hmm, you're probably as drunk as me now bud." I
seriously doubted it. He picked me up and stood me on his bush,
"There...now that I'm hard what do 'ya think?" He raised his tool up
like a pole next to me. It just cleared my head so I knew that it
couldn't be more than five or six inches long.
Again I opted to lie in order to please him, "Wow, that's huge
dude."
He burped a big smile and blushed, "Yeah, I know."
Then Miles picked me up and set me down on one of his big, heavy
pecs. Without even asking me to do anything, I instinctively bent my
head down and started licking his massive nipple. He groaned as I
licked and bit on his tender pink flesh. I could feel his arm moving
so I knew he was jerking himself. As I ate his nipple, the middle
began to stiffen. I clamped my tiny teeth on it and teased it into
full growth. Miles was moaning louder now as I chewed on his hard
tit like an animal.
Then, out of nowhere, the giant sneezed. And because his whole
upper body jerked up and forward, it sent me flying down his chest,
over his belly and down into his crotch again. I heard him say
"sorry guy" but I was so damn horny from working on his nipple that I
decided to continue my assault on the nearest thing: his gigantic
asshole.
I knelt down in front of his hairy hole and began licking at his
puckered barrier. Part of me was scared though because as I licked
it, it opened and closed - and that hole was bigger than my damn
head! But my hardon kept me interested and so I plunged my tongue in
and out of his musty shitcanal while I stroked my prick into a frenzy.
Miles spread his legs even wider and he rumbled with deep growls
as I bathed his immense hole with my saliva. Above me he stroked his
uncut tool with a fast pace. The taste of his butt drove me insane
and it wasn't more than a few minutes later before I was shooting my
tiny load onto one of his fat asscheeks. I don't even think he knew
I came.
I kept on licking Miles because I knew it was making him hotter
than hell. Little did I know how hot it was making him. The next
thing I felt was his thick fingers trying to push my entire face up
his huge hole! I frantically struggled to get away because I feared
for my life up there. With my luck, the drunken giant would push me
up his hole and then pass out!
Once I managed to break free from his fingers, I began running
toward the end of the bed. Miles lifted his head from the bed to
locate me. He quickly reached down and grabbed me, "And where do 'ya
think you're goin' little guy?"
I shouted from his fist, "You can't put my head up there, I'll
suffocate!"
He belched again, "But I love puttin' a finger up there while I'm
jackin' off dude. And you're not that much bigger."
I opened my mouth to protest further but Miles acted faster on a
second idea he had. He lowered my struggling body back down to his
waiting hole. But instead of pushing my face up to it, he turned me
around and started shoving my feet at his hairy entrance. I couldn't
do anything to resist because his grip on me was tight.
Miles repeatedly nudged my feet against his puckered hole while he
continued stroking himself with his other hand. When I finally felt
my feet sink into his warm walls, Miles let out a low groan, "Ahhh
yeah, this is gonna work just fine."
My only view was Miles' big balls hanging above me. My legs were
gripped like a vise inside of his humid cavern. The room was filled
with his moans while he pushed me inside of him even further.
Thankfully he stopped when I was submerged up to my shoulders. At
that point, Miles was beating off wildly as he slid me in and out of
his shit hole over and over again. His ass muscles squeezed me
sharply and then relaxed, only to repeat the cycle again.
As the giant frat boy neared his moment, he plunged me deep into
his hole one last time. But this time I went even further until only
my head was sticking out of him! I was scared shitless! And at the
same time his muscles clenched me tighter than before, I sank my
teeth into his outer flesh with all of my might.
Miles let out a loud scream as he started shooting his load, "Oh
yeah, bud, bite my ass. Go ahead, bite the fuck out of it!" I kept
my teeth on him like an attack dog. His ass muscles clenched and
released me in a wild pattern as he shot his spunk. I couldn't see
his load from where I was but a couple thick ribbons of cream landed
on his nuts and dripped down onto my face as I prayed for release.
Eventually Miles got me out of there and washed me off in the
bathroom sink. Needless to say, I was more than ready to collapse
into sleep by that point! But before he put me back into my
fishbowl, Miles went out to the living room and brought back the
socks
Joe had worn that day. He took the original ones out and tossed the
newly-stinky ones in, "You didn't think I was gonna let you sleep on
that same 'ol bedding now did 'ya bud?" He belched and then dropped
me inside. Although the sweaty stench was unbelievably stronger than
ever, I was too damn exhausted to do anything but curl up and pass
out!
Sunday morning when I woke up, I didn't see Miles in the bed. I
must have really been exhausted! I heard someone out in the kitchen
and then he came into the bedroom. It was Steve, "Mornin' bud." I
figured that he must be the late-sleeper of the trio since he was
always the one to get me and feed me breakfast.
He looked like shit. Whatever made him pass-out last night wasn't
finished running through his body yet. He set me on the counter and
gave me some vittles to eat while he yanked his briefs down for his
customary piss in the sink, "So how was your night with Miles dude?"
"Tiring."
He gave his long dork a couple of shakes, "Oh yeah? Well, you
better rest up today cuz tonight Joe's got 'ya."
I wondered if he was truly warning me or just fucking with me. In
any event, I did want to rest up because Joe was the one dude that I
was definitely anticipating. And so after breakfast Steve put me
back into the fishbowl. He didn't mention what the guys were doing
that day but he did say that they had another party to go to that
night. Funny - most people spend Sunday evenings taking it slower
than the rest of the weekend. Recuperating, preparing (dreading)
Monday and so forth. But not these dudes, no way. Party, party,
party. So Steve left and I fell into a quiet calm that eventually
led
me back to sleep...

At some point that night, amidst the quiet blackness that
surrounded me in the bedroom, I heard the door open and slam shut.
Once again, it was easy to figure out that all three dudes were drunk
off of their asses again. Whatever time it was, they were so loud
and obnoxious that I'm sure my neighbors wondered what the hell was
going on.
The bedroom light was turned on and it was Joe, "Heyyy there
little buddyyy, wanna come out and play now?"
As he stumbled over to my glass prison one thought circled through
my little head - if I thought Joe was a drop-dead stud from the first
day I saw him in class (and I did), he looked twice as studly as a
drunken giant! That enormous mound in the crotch of his sweatpants
swayed from side to side as he approached me. Those arms that bulged
out of his t-shirt as he lowered them to scoop me up in his hands.
And that face - oh that hot fucking face of his! He held me up close
to his dark stubbled chin while his lips parted to breathe pure
alcohol on me, "Have we met?"
After a couple of laughs and a burp, Joe set me on the bed and
went to get another beer. He came back, shut the door, tossed off
his baseball cap and shed his clothes in a flash. All that remained
on his perfect, beefy bod was a pair of grey boxer briefs that hugged
him like they loved him. His package never looked so huge as he
hopped on the bed and scooted it up close to me.
He smiled down at me as he rearranged his bulge, "Ya know, you're
takin' this whole thing real well bud. Some guys would have been
pitchin' a bitch but you've been cool about it."
Obviously, I didn't want to expose the fact that I'm gay so I just
shrugged, "Well, what the hell can I do about it anyway?"
Joe reached over and lit a cigarette, "Yeah, I guess you're right."
While he inhaled deep on his cig, my eyes drank up more of his
gorgeous body. Like the dark hairs that covered his muscled legs.
And the valley of dark hairs that rested in between his sculpted
pecs, spilling down the middle of his chest like a furry trail. All
ending somewhere below the waistband of his boxer briefs. My cock
was rockhard.
Then Joe leaned back and pushed his ass up to my tiny body, "Yo
bud - how bout kissin' some frat ass huh?"
I knew the games were beginning so I knelt down and gave his butt
a couple of kisses through his boxers. He laughed, "Shit, I can't
even feel that dude. Give me some deep kisses."
I pushed my head as far into the cotton as I could and started
kissing his musty hole.
A second later, Joe's crack erupted with a powerful force of foul
air that blew me backwards onto my ass. He quickly used his foot to
push me back to his hole and hold me there while he let off one gas
bomb after another into my struggling face. The stench was
unbearable as he held me there long after he was done, "Ahhhhh, that
was a good round." Then he scooted back and acted surprised, "Oh
geez dude, I didn't know you were down there. Sorry about that."
I stood up and gave him a good punch in his monstrous nuts,
"Fucker!"
"Hmmm, that hurts so good little guy. Punch 'em again."
I just stood there in defiance. A drunken, evil look spread
across Joe's face as he swiped me up in his huge hand, "Oh, you're
gonna start disobeying commands already eh?" I could see something
wicked click in his head as he lowered me towards his waistband,
"Well then, maybe you oughta spend some time in solitary confinement."
With that, Joe sat upright on the bed, pulled his waistband out and
dropped me inside.
He let go of his waistband and it snapped back to his midsection.
I tumbled down onto his large, but still soft, cock. His boxer
briefs were so snug to his body that there was hardly any room for me
to move in there. The musk of his crotch surrounded me like a thick
cloud.
Then I felt Joe's hand push my body through the fabric so that I
ended up down at his hairy balls. I managed to stand up but then Joe
spread his legs further apart until I was smashed up against his nuts.
Once again, I felt Joe's hand rearranging himself until finally
his titanic tool was pointed down over his balls, with the cockhead
right at my face. "Now lick it," he commanded. In such tight
quarters, that was about all the motion I could accomplish. I leaned
my head forward and started licking his soft helmet. I was surprised
to see that as I licked him, he wasn't getting hard. I quickly found
out the reason for that.
As my tiny tongue circled his fleshy bulb, Joe announced, "This
oughta improve your bad attitude." As soon as he said that, all hell
broke loose! The long slit on Joe's prick immediately split open and
began spewing a flood of warm, yellow piss all over me. No wonder
the fucker wasn't getting hard! It shocked the hell out of me and I
struggled to do anything to get away from it. But there was nowhere
to go! I was trapped tightly against his pissing pecker and he was
laughing his ass off as he relieved himself all over his helpless
prisoner.
Joe must have pissed two beers onto me, his boxer briefs and
obviously the bed as well. All I could do was keep my mouth shut as
his humid yellow ocean sprayed me full-force for minutes. I couldn't
believe what a fucking pig he really was. When the flood from his
prick finally trickled down to meager drops, I took a deep breath at
last.
Joe slid his drenched briefs off and I tumbled down to the bed.
He spread his legs before me and tilted his head, "So now...have you
learned your lesson?"
I glared up at his cocky face, "Yeah, I've learned that you're a
fuckin' raunchy pig!"
He took a swig of beer, "Good. I'm glad that we understand each
other then."
I didn't punch his nuts again because he would have enjoyed that
too much, but I still replied with, "Fucker!"
Joe smirked as he tilted his beer bottle over my head and let some
of the cold fizzy liquid spill out onto me, "There little hot head,
that oughta cool 'ya off some."
He was really starting to piss me off. But the most frustrating
part was - what the hell could I do about it anyway? So I started
taking my piss/beer drenched clothes off because all of that wetness
was feeling gross. Joe looked around the wet bed we were on, "Whew,
I'm glad this ain't my bed dude. It's gonna stink!"
Once I had tossed my tiny clothes off Joe leaned his face down
close to me, "And what's this? You wanna have a show-off buddy?"
With that he clumsily straddled me and knocked me down on my back
with his boulder balls, "Okay, let's see who's the man here." Joe
flopped his long dork onto my body and began pushing it forward and
back over me. I put my hands up as a shield but his giant cock was
starting to get longer and thicker as it slid up and down my entire
body. Pretty soon, my hands were of no use. Joe's thick bone
pressed hard on me as I lay there helpless, trapped under his desires.
Needless to say, the friction and visual of his enormous pecker
all over me made my modest meat stiff as well. Not that he would
have known it though. It wasn't until he lifted his slab of meat off
of me that he noticed my hardon, "Well, well, well...looks like the
little guy does have a pecker after all." Then he squeezed his
gigantic shaft in his fist, "But nothin' like this killer!" It was
then that I saw first-hand how truly gargantuan Joe's dick really
was.
He was even bigger than Steve and that's damn big!
"Okay, now flip over and let me check out that ass of yours dude."
I reluctantly turned over onto my stomach. Joe bent down to
examine me, "Oh yeah, that's a nice ass 'ya got there." Then he
scooted forward and pressed his colossal cockhead up against my tiny
butt, "Looks all tight and shit too." I was getting scared if he
even thought he was going to try and fuck me. He pushed his swollen
helmet hard against my hole, "Yeah, I wish I could get inside of that
tight ass, hmmm." I bit my lip as I felt what seemed like a bucket
of his precum smearing across my ass cheeks. Then he grunted, "Well,
maybe I can."
Before I could open my mouth to protest, Joe picked me up in his
hand and eyed me, "You wanna get fucked by a giant frat boy?"
"Yeah right! Like I could ever take that beast up me in the state
I'm in!"
He rubbed his stubbly chin, "Hmmm, I got an idea." I gulped hard
because I didn't trust this raunchy, drunken giant.
Still holding me in his palm, Joe reached down with his free hand
and swiped a fingerful of precum off of his oozing club. His hand
tightened around my chest to hold me secure as he aimed his
pinky-finger full of precum towards my ass. I shifted uncomfortably,
"Now wait a minute there..."

Joe just smirked as he pushed his finger hard against my ass, "Oh
c'mon, don't be a wuss." The goo of his precum felt cold against my
hole as he pushed and prodded my resistant barrier. I didn't think
it was going to work but after a few more tries on his part I felt a
sharp pain shoot through me as his finger broke through my entrance.
Joe leaned closer to watch his progress, "Oh man, this is cool."
I felt like some weird experiment, in the hands of giant dude that
probably never set foot in a biology class in his life! I hoped like
hell that he knew how painful an ass-fuck can sometimes be. And
although I highly doubted it, I madly prayed that he's been fucked up
the ass before and could relate.
Joe managed to stuff a little more of his finger up my ass until I
was skewered on his pinky-finger like a thimble. He raised me up to
his face, "How do you like it little dude?"
Sarcastically I replied, "Oh I love it."
Joe snorted a laugh and then continued to try and feed more of his
finger. Thankfully, he finally realized that if he kept pushing,
he'd probably split me down the middle! So he stopped pushing and
instead starting slowly fucking me with his finger, "Umm, I know you
can't see it, but this has got me so fuckin' hard dude."
Held captive in his fist, being fucked by his thick finger, all I
could do was lay there and watch my giant invader's face. With every
little plunge he gave me his face changed. From mouth open and
moaning to licking his lips and groaning. And my tiny prick was at
full attention from his efforts. He raised me close to his face
again and his hot breaths blew over me like a humid desert wind, "Damn
dude, I'm on fire!"
Joe reached over with his free hand and took another swig of beer.
But he didn't swallow it. Instead, he brought me close to his face
and sucked my hard little pecker into his mouth. Instantly, the cold
fizzy liquid in his mouth circled around my throbbing dick and felt
awesome! He smiled as he swished the beer all over my cock and
swiped my shaft with his huge bumpy tongue. I reached out and
started rubbing the stubble below his nose and it was driving me
insane!
A few seconds later and I was shooting my meager load into his
mouth full of beer. He could tell I was cumming because, even though
I was small, my body was convulsing in his hand as I spit wad after
wad in between his lips. Sill skewered on his finger, I imagine he
felt my ass muscles spasm too.
When I was finished Joe let my dick fall out of his mouth as he
swallowed the beer and my cum, "Whew, I never ate cum before dude but
I was so fuckin' hot, I just had to!"
I scoffed, "Well, that wasn't exactly a normal-sized wad either.
You probably couldn't even taste it."
"Oh yeah I did bud...a little." Then he smirked, "But now it's
time to get my load off!"
Joe left me securely fastened on his fingertip as he lowered me
down to his asshole. On the way down, I could see that he was
already wildly stroking his gigantic beast with his other hand. He
sat up a little to see where he was putting me, "I want you to eat my
ass good bud."
He shoved my face against his moist hairy hole and I breathed him
in deeply as I let my tongue jut out and start licking him down. His
thick patch of ass-hairs was soon wet and matted thanks to my hungry,
wet efforts. Above me, Joe beat his mighty meat fast and furious
while I watched his puckered hole dilate before my eyes. With his
finger stuffed well up my ass, Joe pushed my face even closer against
his hole, "Get your teeth on it bud, I'm gonna cum!"
I lunged forward and began biting on his tender, shuddering skin.
"Ohhh yeahhhh man," he groaned as his hole opened even wider than
before. I think he was very close to his moment because he
completely lost control of himself. In one fast motion, he shoved my
body hard against his hole. His hole opened and my head went
plunging into his dank cavern!
When my head resurfaced outside, Joe was rumbling with deep growls
like a beast. And once he felt the sensation of a tiny man up his
giant asshole there was no turning back for him! He started shoving
me head-first up his shit canal and then yanking me out. In and out,
in and out and the room was filled with his evil groans as he whacked
his pole at a feverish pace.
I wasn't feeling too scared because Joe wasn't leaving me up his
ass for more than a split second at a time. Otherwise, I wouldn't
have been able to breathe! Plus I knew that he wouldn't be doing
this for long - he was gonna shoot any second now. And I was right.
As Joe fucked himself with a miniature man, he began shooting his
giant load. I could tell he was because his ass muscles were
clenching me tighter and tighter with every plunge. At his peak, Joe
shoved me into his hole and let me linger there a few seconds. I
helped his explosion along by biting and chewing on his inner walls.
Obviously, it was a unique experience for him. To have a real-live
man lodged up his ass, eating him in places that no one else could
ever reach. And, needless to say, it was definitely a unique
experience for me as well!
After Joe finished shooting his load he brought me back up to his
face, "Whew! Damn, that was so fuckin' hot dude!" He pulled his
finger out of my butt and set me down on his stomach. My ass felt so
stretched out it was unreal! Joe took a long swig of beer while I
looked around at all of the puddles of cum that covered his stomach.
He burped, "I'll tell 'ya what dude. How about you cleanin' all that
shit off of me with your tongue and then I'll fill your saucer with
beer. Deal?"
"Sounds good to me bud." So I got busy licking and lapping up all
of Joe's spent juices. When I got to his happy trail of dark hairs I
got hard again instantly. I knelt down and sucked the cum out of his
hairs as I headed down towards his bellybutton. Just being down
there, in his thick fur, was making my tiny prick ooze precum like a
leaky faucet. I don't think Joe knew any better but he definitely
knew I was hot once I reached his bellybutton.
I layed down on my stomach and started licking out the inside of
his enormous bellybutton. There wasn't any cum in it, I just wanted
like hell to taste him there. He burped and laughed at my
attentions. When I saw him reach over for the saucer, to fill it
with beer for me, I took my chances.
I plopped my ass down in his bellybutton, threw my legs out and
started whackin' my meat like a wild man. The view was perfect
because Joe's half-hard cock was resting on top of his bush right in
front of me. He felt something going on and I heard him say from
behind me, "Whoa dude, what the hell are 'ya doin' there?" I just
kept stroking because I was so fucking hot.
Just as I was ready to blow my load again, Joe's big hand reached
in front of me. He grabbed a hold of his pecker and aimed his wet
cockhead right over my head. Joe's thumb and forefinger tightened
around his meaty mushroom cap and he squeezed a long strand of clear
juice down onto my head. That was the topper! I started shooting
load after load into the air as Joe's sticky glaze dripped down my
entire body, coating me with his essence.
After I had my fill of beer, Joe set me on the pillow next to him,
"Hey thanks bud, that was really cool." He reached to turn the light
off.
I hesitated to ask but I did anyway, "Aren't you forgetting
something...like putting me back in that damn fishbowl?"
Joe laughed, "Ha! You liked it that much?" Then he flicked the
light off, "Nah, your initiation is over bud. As much as I hate to
see it end." He turned on his side, with his giant face facing me,
"But promise me you're not gonna kick my ass in the morning when
you're big again huh?"
I laughed, "Oh I don't know big guy. We'll see."
At some point in the night I woke up, probably from the strange
sensations my body was feeling as it grew larger again. The
streetlamp outside my window provided enough light for me to see how
big I was so far. With my head on the pillow next to Joe's, my feet
just reached his belly. So I was about half-way there.
Joe was snoring but when I glanced down at my feet I couldn't help
but notice his prick was stiff. Quietly, I slid down to his feet and
fit perfectly in between his legs, with my head at cock-level. I'm
telling you - even at a fairly normal size again, this dude had a
monster!
Without even thinking twice, I gently raised his stiff pole into
the air and sank my mouth on it as far as I could go. Joe stirred a
little but he didn't say anything as I started sucking and slurping
on his big meat. How long I had wanted to do this - ever since the
first day he walked into my class and sat down next to me! So once I
tasted his precum oozing out, I picked up the pace and started going
down on him faster. Joe lifted his head, "Is this a dream dude?"
I mumbled, "It is for me."
When I heard his breathing getting faster I quickly slipped a
finger up his ass while I chowed down on his pecker full-force. Joe
groaned and opened up his ass for more. I slipped a second finger in
him and he was writhing around the bed with his hands gripping my
head.
The moment I managed to stuff a third finger up Joe's butt, his
throbbing tool started spurting his spunk deep down my throat. He
groaned louder as he pushed my mouth further onto his shooting stick.
I eagerly drank it all and wanted more. Joe gasped for breath and
then lit us each a cigarette.
I nudged him in the shoulder, "I know it wasn't the same as being
fucked by a little man."
Joe laughed, "Hah! No...but it felt damn hot anyway." He took a
drag on his cig, "And hey, now that you're in our fraternity, just
think of the fun you'll have initiating some poor little dude!"
The thought did get me excited. But actually, a different thought
was going through my head at that moment. I wondered what the
chances would be of getting Joe drunk again some night and smelling
his feet again? You know, just for old time's sake.

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