Zander’s first pledge encounter wasn’t too bad. There were three guys there and they gangbanged him, using him like a fleshlight to dump their loads, then sending him on his way, saying, “We’ll let you know.” If he was expected to walk away hurt and disappointed, they were wrong. If anything he was more determined than ever. Then the text came “Same time, same place, fucktoy. Saturday night.” A friend asked him what was up and Zander replied, “Nothing!” a little too quickly. His friend gave him an odd look but didn’t push it. Zander tried to discreetly adjust the painfully hard cock in his pants. Saturday night, once again, Zander was knocking on the frat house door. There were just two guys this time. They stripped him down and face fucked him, balls deep, and he took it, gagging and gasping, without complaint. Then, as he expected, they wanted his ass. Zander would actually rather get fucked up the ass than try to deep throat these guy’s fat cocks. They were using him hard and he was loving every minute of it. Then, one of them had him riding cowboy. The guy was laying back on the sofa cushions, Zander lying back against his chest, legs spread on either side of him, powering up and down on the stud’s fat dick when the other one, fisting his cock said, “Looks like he’s ready for another one” crawling on to the sofa between his frat brother’s knees, his cock aimed at Zanders already stretched out hole. The guy already fucking him said, “Yeah, give it to him!”