Nothing takes me back to college like the smell of stale piss mingled with pot and PBR. Many were the nights, heaving, wiping the dripping vomit from my face on my Abercrombie T-shirt, I picked myself up off the cold linoleum, stumbled into walls and down creaky stairs, grasping the rickety handrail in a vain and dangerous attempt at balance, before passing out on the sofa in the living room. I'd wake up early, SportsCenter or porn or whatever the boys had been watching still blaring on the big screen television, before making my way up College Street toward Cherry Hall and my women's studies classes. Alternately, there were the mornings I left another fraternity house before dawn, climbing out a window or slipping out the side door, and made my way up the hill our campus was built on, with mussed hair and the same clothes I'd had on the night before, dodging the judgmental looks of good students on their way to their 8 a.
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A few weeks later I was bored and horny and a little stoned so I called him. He invited me over to his place to watch porn with him and his roommate. It wasn't long before we were all in bed having a threesome. I'm happily married to a woman now, but I'm glad I did that back then. It was fun and it felt good.
Paddlings, partying, hazing, wrestling at the frat house -- these gorgeous undergrads know how to have fun, especially with each other. The stories of Frat Boys not only make the grade but go to the head of the class with page-turning, arousing action featuring hunky college boys getting it on. A pledge is literally put to the test in front of fellow classmates by his horned up professor in Gavin Atlas' "The Laius League. William's "The Pick-Up Game.