"psst! Hey! You okay?" Max whispered.
My best friend's punch on my shoulder woke me out of my trance and I came back to the reality of the mostly naked frat boys surrounding me in an instant. "Yeah, I'm good, just thinking." I replied, trying not to let on how excited I was getting.
"Now," continued the president, "If you truly want to join this fraternity, all you have to do is show proof of academic status, engage in a simple test of physical skill, and then take part in our brotherhood ritual. All of these will happen tonight. First, pull up your transcript to prove your grades, then run from here to the fountain next to the engineering building and back, making sure to run right through the fountain so you're soaking wet and we know you actually made it there, and then we will finish your initiation."
I turned to Max with an intense desire in my eyes and said "Let's do this."
I pulled up my transcript on my phone within minutes and showed it to the frat's VP. Then Max and I quickly stretched our legs and started the jog to the fountain. We sprinted right through it until we were soaked through, then ran all the way back. The president and a few other guys (who had put their clothes back on before coming out) were waiting outside to meet us, and we waited for the rest of the guys to rejoin. Only four others came back, bringing the total number of pledges to only 6.
"Alright boys, congrats on making it this far. Now, we celebrate with the brotherhood ritual that we partake in every year to welcome our new pledges. Come on inside."
We all filed into the entryway, where a few frat brothers – these ones still naked except for the baseball cap – held out a plastic bin and a towel to each of us. "Seeing as you're all soaking wet and we can't allow that in the house, you all must strip naked. If you're going to be a part of this frat, you're going to have to be comfortable with nakedness, so may as well start now." I was having a hard time believing any of this, but the president's words struck me even more than the rest of the night. I was about to get naked with my best friend and a huge group of college guys I didn't know. This was my dream.
"You know what, I'm not really comfortable with this, I'm just gonna go back to the dorm." Max's words cut through my daydream like a laser cutting paper.
"What?? Now? How were you ok with everything up until this???" I sputtered.
"I don't know, it just feels too real now, I don't want to be naked with a bunch of people I don't know! Come on Ben, do you?" I had to hide my excitement and pretend like this wasn't the best night of my life. "I mean, dude, I know a giant group of naked college guys must kind of be your dream," he whispered, reading my mind, "but it's not mine, I'm out of here."
And with that, my best friend left me alone with a bunch of straight frat bros to get naked and do some sort of ritual.
"Alright, five pledges, that's perfect. Take your clothes off and put them in the bin, then towel off and meet us in the living room." The president commanded, more tersely than he had been until this point.
I peeled off my shirt, then my pants, and finally my underwear. I toweled off my body and my hair, and pulled the towel off my head as I entered the living room again, stifling a gasp at the sight I laid eyes on. The chairs were all arranged in a huge circle, with a gap to let people in to the center. The upperclassmen were all seated in the circle, naked as could be, with the president naked in the center. I couldn't help but notice his unbelievably huge cock as I took my seat. It had been hidden by his polo and khakis until now, but god damn, was that thing magnificent. I wondered to myself if it had anything to do with him being the president…
"If you want to be a part of this frat, you must show off your body – your entire body – for all of the brothers to see. We're going to see it eventually, and you're going to see ours, so it's only fair. The Brotherhood ritual is that the new pledges stand in the center of the circle, showing off their physique and manhood, and then stroking their dicks until they're fully hard. The frat's social chair will then measure your cock and enter it into our system, so we know who to respect the most and who to make fun of. Once you're all fully hard, you can take a seat and we will finish the last part of the ritual, which is for all members of the fraternity, including the pledges, to jerk off together until everyone cums. We find it's the best way to release any and all inhibitions and start the path of bonding. Please step in and we'll begin."
I was all alone, and somehow instead of making me retreat into my shell, it almost made me fearless. I proudly stepped into the center of the circle and started flexing my modest muscles, showing off what I had.
"Oooh, skinny but strong, nice!" One frat bro said.
"Love the flexing, bro" commented another. The rest of the pledges joined in, showing off their muscles and airing out their dicks for everyone to see.
"Alright boys, time to get those cocks hard." The order made my 4.5 inch uncut dick start to stiffen up almost immediately, and all I had to do was soak in the sight of the soft cocks surrounding me to get the rest of the way there. The other pledges started furiously stroking, until each one was hard as a rock. I had to hold back my horniness when I saw the cock on the guy to my right, it had to have been the biggest one I had ever seen. One by one, the frat's social chair, a sandy-haired jock with a perfect jawline (who was also naked and had a sizable dick to him, about 3 inches soft), came around with a ruler and checked how each pledge measured up. The boys whistled and clapped at the first two, each coming in at 6.5" and 6.75" respectively. The next dick was a modest 5" and that got some cheers, some laughs, but the one right before mine was a full 8" monster. Everyone in the room clapped and cheered, some even moaning like a porn star as a joke.
When my dick got measured, the social chair read out "4.5 inches." The whole room hooted and hollered, as if it was the funniest thing they'd ever heard.
"Nice shrimp dick, pledge!"
"Wow, can't believe you let him measure that tiny thing!"
Little did they know I cared more about my ass anyway.
"Alright, now that that's over with, let's get down to business. It's time to bond as brothers." The president's words weren't even necessary – we all knew what to do. Almost simultaneously, the frat bros started jerking their dicks. Slow and steady at first, getting their cocks hard, then faster. I used the opportunity to scope out the room and see who had the biggest dick. It was hard to tell from afar, but the president's cock looked like the biggest of them all. The pledge I was seated next to was unfathomably large too, but it was about the same size as another upperclassman with big green eyes and chiseled abs. I had to edge to keep from being the first to cum. Eventually, one by one, people started cumming. First up was a beautiful olive-skinned boy with floppy black hair. He stood up, grunted, and spewed cum all over the floor. The room cheered, and some guys even said "nice performance," and "well done Eliott!"
More and more guys started to cum, and each one stood up and let loose as they did it. Cum started to puddle on the floor in front of each guy's seat. I couldn't hold it back anymore, and I stood up and came with the force of a Saturn V rocket. I could hardly stay standing my orgasm was so intense. I came and came and came, spewing an incredible amount of spunk on the floor in front of me. "Nice load, bro!" said the hot monster dick next to me. He stood up and shot his load just a few moments later, his massive cock pulsing as he phantom thrusted into the air, his thick load flying all over until coming to rest on the cum-covered wood below.
When everyone had cum, the president handed each of us pledges one of the same hats the rest of the guys wore. "Welcome to Phi Sigma Alpha, boys. You're a part of the group now. Have fun having sex wherever you want."
I couldn't believe it. Just like that, I was in a frat. I couldn't wait for the upcoming year and all the sexcapades I was going to have. As I got ready to make my way back to my dorm, the president pulled me aside.
"Hey man, I'm James, the frat's president. Can we talk?"
"Sure, what do you want to know?"
"Well, I saw you catching some glances at the other guys' dicks before, and I saw how intense you came back there, and I think a gay little twink like you would be perfect to be a houseboy. Let's talk about how that would go…"