Hank made the suggestion of putting a strip of duct tape down the ass crack, to see if I would take his suggestion of some sort of modesty. "Look, I will be nearly naked as it is. I don't think an additional strip of tape on my ass is going to change that fact!" I said.
He clapped me on my shoulder and said, "Way to go, little brother! You are getting better!"
I looked at Hank and smiled warmly. Yes, things were definitely getting better the more I was around Hank! And I knew the parties would be wild, with the frat party being the wildest. The dorm party was on Friday and the frat party on Saturday.
I began counting the hours.
I came home from class one day and Hank had on the doctor's outfit. I got hard the instant I took off my clothes! He laughed and asked if I wanted to be the doctor. "You fucking bet!" I said.
I put on the doctor's outfit and Hank put on the patient's gown, which was quickly removed. I gave him a very thorough examination, and he came twice! LOL, he really enjoyed the prostate exam. Every time I saw the outfits I would get hard! I didn't know how I was going to handle it at the party.
Finally, the night of the dorm party arrived. I wanted to see all the costumes. Jimmy, of course, wore spiderman pajamas, which were about 5 sizes too small. The top didn't meet the bottoms, so his abs were on display all the time; not to mention a nearly perfect outline of his cock and balls. He wore the mask, supposedly so people wouldn't know who he was. But there wasn't anyone that didn't seem to know who he was.
Billy came as a western gambler, and kept kidding me that he wanted to get me in another poker game. "Poke her game, get it?" he would ask over and over. I got it! But I thought he would have better luck poking spiderman!
The costumes ran the gamut from the predictable - batman and robin (that would have been great for Hank and I – I love those cod pieces!), Hula Dancer, Loud American Tourist (loud Hawaiian shirt, taking pics, and talking very loudly), Cousin It, a Nerd, Dumbledore, and the Mummy; to the really creative: a cereal killer (he ran around stabbing cheerios boxes with a knife!), a traffic light (he kept signaling all the girls to go and all the guys to stop!), a bunch of grapes (purple balloons stuck to purple pajamas and a purple ski mask), a popcorn box (Hank explained to me what his brothers used to do with popcorn boxes at the movies – I wanted mine with lots of butter!), and my favorite was the guy who came as static cling (he had everything stuck to him – socks, underwear, handkerchiefs, napkins, and even had his hair sprayed, sticking straight out from his head).
It was a pretty mild party compared to the frat party I had been to, because, of course, no one was supposed to be drinking (right!). They played a variation of beer pong with punch (which had been spiked, of course), duck taping a guy to the wall, and there was even a group of people playing truth or dare. I saw two guys lose and have to kiss each other. They made such a big deal about how gross it was that I thought they were just saying that because they did enjoy it!
I know I would have liked those kinds of dares, pre-Hank, and complain all along about how yucky it was to kiss a guy! Hank laughed when we talked about that later, and said I never had to worry about that again. I could kiss him as often as I wanted, and I really enjoyed that! He had kissed me one night and sealed my nose inside his mouth as well, so he was breathing for me! It freaked me out at first, but then I got the hang of it, and really like him being so much in control of me.
Anyway, we hung around with the gang – Jared, Billy, Jimmy, Eldon, Todd, and all. A couple of other guys were hanging around with them. I smiled, and thought that their group was growing. I knew that the campus outright club was going to do a big thing on the quad on National Coming Out Day. They were going to set up a doorway in the quad, so people could symbolically "come out" of the closet. I couldn't wait to see who all watched, and who all actually stepped out. I didn't know if Hank and I needed to do a formal thing, or if everyone just knew. We didn't keep any secrets about how we felt for each other, not that we went out of our way to have PDAs all over the campus. But we did have our moments of holding hands, hugs, and an occasional kiss.
The music was loud and wild – everything from Thriller, the Monster Mass (I think I remember my Mom telling me she danced to that in school!), Smashing Pumpkins, etc. Anything for the effect. They intermixed some alternative music from Snow Patrol, Wild Beasts, Gutter Twins, James, Delta Spirit, etc. Those are the ones I preferred from the ones played. My tastes were so eclectic that almost anything would do, but some of the really oldies (Elvis, Rolling Stones, etc.), and some of the gangsta rap really didn't appeal to me.
Hank and I still had fun trying to stump each other with lyrics and song titles. It was a constant game of ours as we walked anywhere, and sometimes we brought others into it. But not many could keep up with us. Surprisingly, Eldon was the closest to us in ability. He said it came from all the time he spent withdrawn and by himself.
He seemed to be making up for lost time, though. According to Billy, Todd, and even Jimmy, he was putting his monster dick to good use. They said that Jimmy complained every time he inserted it for the first time in a session, and complained more when he removed it when he was finished!
I started out with my boxers on under my patient gown, but someplace along the way I lost them. So there was great fun lifting my gown and showing my naked ass, or untying it so it would hang open. It really didn't bother me. I did get embarrassed when my cock started to grow. Hank decided that I needed an examination there in the common room. Just seeing him snapping on those rubber gloves got me going.
I had to sit down to hide my crotch, and all our friends figured out what was happening and were ribbing me good naturedly. It was a credit to Hank, Marshall, and all our talks that I didn't take offense, or become withdrawn by all the razzing.
Late in the party, I saw a guy walking around with a 9 on his t-shirt in the front and the back, and I had no idea what he was supposed to be. About 15 minutes later, I saw another guy with a 6 on his t-shirt front and back, and I nearly lost it right then. I had to sit down, I was laughing so hard. I explained it to Hank, who kept nodding and telling me I had had too much to drink.
So he took me up stairs, and I wanted to practice it, but he just laughed and put me to bed, saying "In the morning, if you are good!"
Next morning, I felt really shitty. Hank laughed at me again. and made me take a shower first thing. He brought up some coffee, and I began to feel better. "Can we practice now?"
He laughed and said, "As long as you are the 6 and I get to be the 9!" Either my brain wasn't functioning yet, or that made no sense whatsoever. I gave him a quizzical look as I stretched out on the bed, and he laughed as he climbed over me.
There is nothing better for a morning wake up than Hank's cock! I love his smells, his taste, and the texture of his cock and balls. It didn't hurt that he was stimulating me, likewise. He used a finger on my hole, and that made my cock leap; so I did likewise to him.
He moaned around my cock, and the vibrations were wonderful. So I started humming around his cock. He giggled a bit, and then started humming something that might have been the Indiana Jones theme or Rachmaninoff; I couldn't tell! But it felt wonderful.
I picked my favorite Cat Stevens song, "On the Road to Find Out," or something like that, and he pushed deeper into my throat. I had trouble humming then. But, by that time I was getting close - between his humming, fingers, and his work on my cock!
I started humming louder and faster, which got him going, because he got louder. I felt it build and begin to hit me, and started shooting. He hummed and slurped and spurted - all at the same time, and I slurped as fast as I could, while trying to hum, but I ended up laughing. That had to be the funniest scene ever. Too bad we hadn't taped it.
Some of his cum leaked out the sides of my mouth, but I used my hand and tongue to get it all as Hank rolled off of me. He was laughing as well. "Fuck head!" he said, wiping his own mouth.
"Me? Look ass bite, you started the humming shit!" I said, trying to tickle him. Hank always said that he had all the tickles tickled out of him. It was very difficult to find a place that would really get the desired reaction. He could really stay still through all my attempts. He said between his brothers and his dad, they used up all the tickles. That didn't prevent me from trying from time to time.
He turned around and wrapped his arms around me. Then he bent in and planted a kiss on me, using his tongue to push some of my cum into my mouth. I was really getting turned on by his passion, when he started tickling me along my sides.
I started laughing, and he kept his mouth over mine and continued the torture. Finally, I said, "I give, I give! Stop!"
He rose up off of the bed, looked me in the eyes, and said, "What will you give me if I stop?" and he tickled again.
"Anything!" I yelled, and tried to wiggle away from him.
He gave one last flutter of his fingers and said, "I'll remember that. I get whatever I want, whenever I want, and where ever I want it!"
"But isn't that always the case?" I asked, as I tried to catch my breath. He rolled me towards him and smacked my ass enough to make a sound, but it didn't really hurt that much.
"Get dressed; I need more than that liquid protein for my breakfast this morning," Hank said.
Downstairs, it was obvious that I wasn't the only one that had too much last night. The coffee was being consumed by the gallon. Hank had me go with orange juice, some scrambled eggs and bacon. He said the grease was good for soaking up alcohol.
After breakfas, we worked on our papers at the library. Hank kept trying to distract me by rubbing his socked foot into my crotch, and daring me to walk naked around the nearly empty library. I kept picturing Hank naked, walking in the stacks, and would get hard.
He would laugh when his foot would discover this, and he would press all the harder into my crotch. When he got up to get a book, I prepared a surprise for him. He came back with his book, and then put his foot into my crotch again. "You little pervert!" he exclaimed, as his foot discovered my naked dick and balls. I had unzipped my shorts and pulled them down a bit, so he could have complete access to them.
He again dared me to take off my pants and walk around the library. He knew that when I got horny, hardly anything kept me from doing what he requested. I slid my shorts down to the floor, and he rubbed his foot up and down the inside of my legs, getting me all hot and horny.
"Now get up and walk over there to the entrance to the stacks; go in two rows, walk along it, and then back to here," he whispered, as he rubbed my foot with his crotch. I was humping his foot; I wanted to get off.
I looked around to see if anyone was in the area. The whole library seemed deserted, so I pushed my chair back, covered my crotch, and stood up. I felt the heat of my erection in my hand., and I so wanted to take it in my hand and jerk off. Hank motioned that I had to remove my hands.
My dick was now pointing at the ceiling, as I stepped out towards the gap in the stacks. I was tiptoeing along, even though I was barefooted. I kept looking back at Hank, who was giving me thumbs up with one hand, and a jerk off gesture with the other.
The place was dead quiet, so I felt pretty sure no one was around. This was going to be just like walking around our room at the dorm. I got to the second row and turned into it, only to come face to face with a guy. I looked down, and he was jerking off! He had his pants open and pushed down a bit, and was pounding on his dick.
I thought first that he had been spying on us, but just then he shot all over the floor, and nearly collapsed to the rug. I didn't know whether to cover myself, run, or what.
He kept looking at my naked cock dripping, and then up to my face. He tried to cover himself, pull up his pants, and wipe his dick - all at the same time. His eyes were bugging out of his head, as he continued to look at my cock. I caught him licking his lips, and smiled. I didn't have to worry about him reporting me.
"I see you get off on jerking off in public places as well," I said.
He swallowed, nodded, and reached behind me. He picked up a camera and pushed a button. "I, ah, it's, ah, a dare, I mean, I have to go." He tried to push past me, but I grabbed his free hand and put it on my dick. He gripped it tightly and squeezed, all the while saying, "I, ah, can't do this, I mean, I'm not.."
"Calm down, it's okay," I said, wondering where this sudden confidence was coming from. I guess Marshall and Hank's influence was paying off.
"Come with me," I said, leading him back to Hank. When he saw another guy, he got panicky and started to run again.
"It's okay; he's my roommate and my boyfriend." That still felt so strange to say. "This is Hank and I am Kyle," I said, moving over to grab my shorts. I pulled them on while he looked from Hank to me and back.
I got him to sit down, but he still seemed so nervous. "So what's with the camera?" I asked. Hank was smiling and letting me handle things. He had shook the guy's hand when he was introduced, and said hello, but the guy hadn't said anything else.
I waited patiently for him. He would look at my crotch, and then fidget with the camera in his hands. Finally, I said, "Look, it's okay; I have done the same thing here."
His eyes got big and he said, "You have?"
"Yeah, and if I hadn't run into you, Hank would have probably had me jerking off right now!"
He shook his head. "You said something about a dare?" I prompted.
"Yeah, I post vids on xtube, and one member dared me to make a video of myself jerking off in the library." He looked down at his lap and the camera.
"So, have you jerked off in other public places?" I pushed on.
He smiled and nodded, "Yeah, in the men's room on the third floor, the parking garage, and the football field!" He seemed proud of his accomplishments.
"In the middle of the football field?" I couldn't believe that.
"Well, it was at 5 o'clock in the morning, on a Saturday, so not a lot of people up at that time," he said, a bit chagrinned.
"Still, that takes balls!" I said.
"So have you done any films with any of your friends?" I asked.
He looked at his lap again. "No one knows about my films. And I don't have any friends that I could do something like this with."
"You mean anyone who knows you are a gay exhibitionist?" I said.
"I didn't say I was gay!" he quickly inserted into the conversation.
I looked at Hank and smiled. "Look, I've been there AND I saw the way you looked at my dick." I stuck out my hand. "Hi, I'm Kyle and I'm gay," making it sound like an alcoholic's anonymous speech.
"I'm Scott," he said, shaking my hand.
"And?" I prompted.
"I guess you might say I'm gay," he whispered.
"Scott, believe me when I say that just a couple of months ago, I would have felt the same way. Never wanting to admit such a seemingly terrible thing. But Hank here helped me see who and what I am. And boy, am I glad he did!" I said, beaming at Hank. He just had his Hank smile on.
"Really?" he said, raising his head to look at me.
"Yeah, I was so far back in the closet that dust mites used me for a home." He smiled. He had dimples! "I am a sucker for dimples!" I said.
He blushed. "So tell me about these vids and xtube," I pressed on.
"Well, it was sort of my way of getting off and sharing myself with other guys. Xtube has sections for men, women, gay, straight, whatever. I found the site and became addicted. I loved seeing these guys jerking off in public places, and it really got me going." He looked at me, and blushed.
"I know the feeling," I said, looking from him to Hank.
"I mean, there is one guy who takes a taxi, then strips in the back seat, and jerks off!" He looked at me, grinned, and then looked down again.
"So I started off, just doing vids in my dorm room when my roommate wasn't there. You know, with a cap covering my face, or the camera set so it didn't show. Then I would go to a toilet stall, strip, and take a vid of me jerking off. Soon, I was stripping in the stall, and then venturing out into the area by the urinals and sinks. Course, I only did this at like 3 in the morning, or something, when I was pretty sure people wouldn't be around; but it was still a turn on!"
I nodded and let him continue on. Then guys started writing me and suggesting different areas and places. Once, I parked the car in this out of the way place, pulled off my pants, and went to work on my dick. Just as I was about ready to shoot, a guy walked by and looked in the window. I nearly died. I shot right then; fumbled with the keys with my goo covered fingers, and drove away as fast as I could. I sat in my room for hours, sure that the police would be knocking on my door soon. It scared the shit out of me!"
"I can imagine!" I said, with a knowing nod.
"So I kept to more secluded spots that still seemed daring, but I would choose a time or place that was not likely to have anyone around." He grinned a bit, and blushed again. "I really thought this section of the library was empty!"
"So you captured that whole thing on the vid?" I asked.
He brought up his camera and set it to replay. He blushed, as it showed him backing away from the camera and exposing himself. He was hard, and went right to pumping. Then you see me, from the chest down, walking in with a boner just as he is shooting. Hank started laughing. "That is just perfect!" he snorted, and said, "That should really cause your rating to soar!"
I took a chance. "So you haven't actually had sex with anyone then?"
He looked aghast, blushed, and shook his head.
I looked at Hank, who nodded his head. He was so good by now at reading my mind. "So why don't we make a vid that will just blow everyone's mind on xtube," I said, and Scott looked at me.
"Let's go to the men's room; Hank will hold the camera, and I'll suck your cock." His mouth dropped to the floor and he went beet red. "What?" I asked.
"You would do that for me?" he asked, incredulously.
"Sure. What are fellow fags for?" He laughed at that.
He nodded slowly, and then said, "But could I, I mean, would it be possible, if I, ah..." He sounded a lot like I used to.
"I think what the man is trying to say, is that he wants to suck you," Hank put in. Scott got redder, even though I didn't think it was possible, but he nodded.
I laughed. "Hell, we can end up sucking each other if you want!"
"Okay!" He jumped up and the tent in his jeans was very evident. He tried to hide it, stand still, smile, and looked everywhere at once.
Hank and I led the way to the men's room. Hank stood by the door as Scott and I moved into the center of the room. Hank figured out the camera in a couple of seconds and said, "Action!"
I reached over and undid the buttons of Scott's jeans, letting them fall to the floor. His boxers were so tented I thought his cock would pop right out. I reached over to pull them down, but he reached out and unbuttoned my shorts. They fell to the floor, exposing my own swelling dick.
Scott's eyes were glued to my dick, which only caused it to raise that much faster. I finished getting hold of his boxers and pulling them down. His rod popped up, hit him in the stomach, and dripped. He tentatively reached over and touched my dick. If he was telling the truth, then this was his first one.
"Go ahead; whatever you want to do," I encouraged, knowing how he felt. I felt like Hank must have felt, letting a guy have his first experience with me.
He ran his hands over it, squeezed it, then followed it down to the base, and rolled my balls around in his hands. "Wow, this is so great!" he whispered. He wiped a drop of that cock honey off the tip of my dick, brought it to his lips, licked it, then closed his eyes and sighed.
I took hold of his cock. It was about 6 inches or so, thick and cut. The head flared out and made it look very wide. I ran my finger across the head of his dick, and it jerked. I smeared his precum all over the head, making it even more sensitive.
I could see the signs that he was very close, as I had been the first time another man touched my dick; so I released his dick. It jerked a couple more times.
He knelt there, and observed my dick close up, before sticking his tongue out to taste it. He had his eyes closed, savoring the sensations. I knew just what he was feeling. I was so glad I could be a guy's first dick.
He took the head into his mouth and gently swirled his tongue around it. He ran it over the piss slit, getting out more precum. Then he tried to take the whole thing at once, and gagged. "Easy, Scott; you don't have to do that, and probably can't the first time around," I said, trying to sound encouraging, as well as understanding.
I put my hand on his head and ran my fingers through the thick blond hair. Funny - I had only noticed his dimples and gray blue eyes when I saw him before. His eyes seemed so filled with wonder, innocence, and awe. I looked, and saw his strong jaw working around my dick. He had a five o'clock shadow, which was in contrast to his blondish brown hair.
His shoulders were tensed, as he worked on my dick. I saw his calves, and they had a dusting of blond hair on them. I had to pay more attention to how he looked, but right now he was doing wonderfully well on my cock! I gasped, and held onto his head.
Hank was moving around, filming from various angles. But, again, I was too enthralled with what Scott was doing to my dick. He was licking, sucking, rubbing, and everything that was pushing all the right buttons. I gasped, and held on tightly.
I tensed up, loving that feeling. I knew I was close, and I wanted to warn him. "I'm going to cum," I whispered through gritted teeth.
He nodded his head and stayed in place. His suction increased, and I was rising up on my toes. "Fuck!" I said, as I began filling his mouth with spurt after spurt of cum. He slurped and sucked, until I had to pull him off of my dick.
He wiped his chin, looked up at me, and smiled. "That was so, so, fantastic!"
I helped him up, and Hank continued to film. His dick was still poking up, and had coated the hem of his t-shirt with precum. I pulled him up and looked him over. He had this silly grin on his face and a drop of cum on one corner of the mouth. I smiled, as I wiped it off, and then licked my finger.
I saw how thin he was, but that didn't detract the dick that I gripped. It jerked in my hand; his body trembled. I knelt in front of him, pushed up his t-shirt, which Hank managed to pull off with one hand. He was now standing naked in the men's room. I licked the head of his dick, and he moaned.
I knew it would be quick, at least from my experience. I took the head in my mouth and applied my tongue. He gasped, and I knew it was going to happen quickly; so I took him down to the root, smelling his scent.
I sucked him deeply, and he grabbed my head, yelled, "Oh, fuck!" and began to fill my mouth with cum. I pulled back a bit, and savored the taste of him. He filled my mouth, and I swallowed fast. Like me, he pulled me off when his dick became too sensitive.
I stood up, pulled my shirt off, and pushed him naked with me to the door. Hank smiled, and followed with the camera. I opened the door to the toilet and we stood in the doorway for 10 seconds. Then we went back in, laughing. "Fuck! My heart is pounding!" Scott said, leaning against the wall.
Hank had stopped recording. Scott grabbed his clothes and got dressed, as I did. He was now more nervous and flustered than before. He laughed nervously, as he took the camera back. "Wait," I said, "hold on. I want to give you my number."
He still looked down. "Look you did nothing wrong; I loved it; you gave great head! And this was so hot!" I said, gripping his arm.
He got a pen out of his pocket and I got a scrap of paper out of my wallet. His hand was shaking so badly when he held out his hand to take the paper, that I took the pen and wrote my number. "Look, I know that you are probably close to having a heart attack, and can't believe that this really happened. I know, because I have been there. But please call us. We enjoy sex, and enjoy letting guys learn new things; so please call us."
Hank spoke up then and said, "And he means it; he is not just saying that because he thinks he will never see you again. He is sincere." He walked over to Scott, took hold of his head, and planted one of Hank's famous kisses on his lips. I saw Scott droop a bit from the impact of it. I smiled as Hank said, "And I do, too," as he broke the kiss.
His eyes opened, and he looked at us. He nodded, and we left the bathroom. He headed off quickly, and we headed back to our table. "That was wild," I said, as we sat down.
Hank laughed and said, "But you loved it; it was everything you really get off on!"
I punched him as best as I could across the table. "I wonder how many Kyle's there are out there in the world?" I asked.
Hank grew a bit more serious when he answered, "Judging by what we have seen, and what my brothers and I have encountered, I would say that there are quite a few. There are some of us that want to `Boldly go...' and then there are others, like you, that think they are the only ones in the world with those desires, or they want to hide them, because they are afraid of what people would think, or something like that." He smiled, as he looked at me.
We had many discussion about coming out, and whether every gay guy should or not. We both agreed that you must be true to yourself. So if that meant living a more sequestered life, but admitting to yourself that you were gay and having hook ups when you can, then that was at least better than pretending you weren't gay just to satisfy someone else.
"I am just glad my asshole roommate decided to turn me on and push me head first (pun intended) out of the closet!"
He laughed. We managed to get some more work done before we needed to pack up and head back. We grabbed some dinner, then stripped, and headed to the showers. It had become common practice to walk back and forth to the showers naked. Many of the guys on the floor were doing it. A flag was put out at the stairwell and elevator to indicate if parents were on the floor, but sometimes the guys forgot to check or forgot to put it up. And I think sometimes it was on purpose that it was removed or forgotten to be put up.
I know that Hank and I, with our towels draped over our shoulders, had run into someone's mom and dad on the way to the shower. The mother put her hand over her mouth, but certainly didn't take her eyes off of us, as she scanned us up and down.
Other times, girls would be visiting on the floor, and would run into naked guys in the halls. I think they purposely came at times when they thought guys would be going to showers, so they could check them out.
We passed a guy heading back from the shower; he was naked as well, and just gave us the thumbs up. I think we were credited with starting this trend. I secretly thought that the ones that wore robes, or a towel, were secretly the ones that wanted to see the other guy's naked, but didn't want to show off their response to the nudity.
I think Jimmy held the record for getting caught with a hard on in the halls. I had lost count of the number of times someone had spotted him, walking with his rod out, leading the way. I mentally shook my head when I thought about Jimmy. He wanted sex any way, anywhere, and with anyone. I swear he would let someone fuck him in the common room, if someone would ask him.
We showered, and I took glances at the guys in the shower, but I didn't have the reaction I used to. Hank's daily sex therapy (LOL) was keeping my horniness down just a bit.
My hair had grown back, and Hank kept teasing me about it. He said I should at least trim it to about ¼ inch so it had that 'shaved last week' look. I said it would get stiff and itchy. Hank laughed and said, "That's why my brothers taught me about conditioner.
We worked on each other, getting our saran wrap and lids on. We decided to wear long sweat shirts until we got there.
By the time we got there, the party was in full swing. Our costumes were checked out as we entered. I guess some guys hadn't complied with the rules, because a couple were naked and had their hands cupped over their crotch. The guy checking everyone in said, "They had stuff tied over their dicks, using string, and that's a no no, so I cut out the string and they were left with pretty much nothing!"
There was a guy with caution tape wrapped all around his thighs and crotch, but there were gaps in the tape in the back, and I wondered how long it was going to last. Another guy had a strip of `fragile' tape taped over his dick and balls. You could see his pubes out the sides, which made me think that his dick wasn't very big, if it was hidden by that narrow band of tape.
One guy had a bicycle helmet over his crotch, held in place by the straps. Another had a beanie with a propeller on top, held up by wires over his crotch.
I had to laugh, as one guy had taken the biggest Big Gulp cup and used it to cover his cock and balls, leaving everyone to wonder just how big was his dick!
Another guy had a brown paper bag over his crotch. Still another had a paper plate smashing his equipment to his crotch. And I saw one guy holding a watermelon to his dick; he must have his dick inside the watermelon!
I had talked with Matt a week or so ago, when he was making sure we were coming to the party. He said that, while no one would admit to being gay in the frat, they all enjoyed the homoerotic play. Many made all the appropriate comments about it being disgusting and gross, but several still ended up with boners and more razzing.
There was a guy, must have been a pledge, who had his hands duck taped to two large bottles of beer. His crotch had been duck taped over as well, but not very well. Every once in a while, someone would pull on a strip of tape, ripping out crotch hair, and exposing more of his crotch. There wasn't anything he could do about it, with his hands bound to the beers. Someone said he was being punished, because he said he couldn't hold his beer. So they were making sure that he could. He was told he could have them removed from his hands if he emptied them. But every time he drank down half of one, it would be refilled. He was going to be one fucked up pledge in the morning, with very little crotch hair.
They had the keg, and guys were doing the keg stands. Hank had been working with me on standing on my hands, so I thought I would do better at it tonight.
After getting some beers, we walked into a room where there was a screen with a series of pics rotating through. Seems it was pictures of the pledges completing dares for their initiations.
There were two guys naked at the fast food pickup window. Guys were naked, and covered either in shaving cream or whipped cream. Another couple showed naked guys mud wrestling in front of a group of guys and gals. My cock stirred, thinking about having to do that in front of all those people.
There was one of a guy kissing another guy's balls; a couple of shots of guys jerking off in a bus; four guys playing pool, naked while their fellow frats and girls watched them, and another of a guy sticking his dick in a hole on a golf course.
A couple of the pics showed guys hitchhiking; a couple in their tightie whities; and a couple of them naked. Then one, with a car full of girls, pulled over, talking with the naked guys.
A whole bunch of the pictures showed the guys around campus, naked and hard. There was one outside the Dean of Student's office; another outside the woman's locker room; one in the fountain in the quad; one with guys sitting in a classroom full of students; in front of the mail boxes outside the common room at one of the dorms – all while naked and hard. I wanted a set of those pictures. It appeared that the usual just naked dares were out, these had to be taken with a hard on!
There was a whole collection of each pledge sitting on the hood of a pickup. They were naked and, after a couple of shots, I realized they were sitting with the hood ornament up their ass! There was also plenty of beer in evidence.
Hank leaned over and whispered to me, "This gives me great ideas for more pictures of you and Scott!"
My dick did twitch then, as I imagined having to be naked and hard, while sitting in a lecture hall full of students. That got my exhibitionist juices flowing.
The typical pics, of frats on the floor with their naked asses in the air as they were being paddled, were included. Those that had become hard during the session, were singled out for pictures with their paddler. It looked like those safari pictures - the pledge, naked, hard, and with his hands behind his back, while his tormentor stood with the frat logo t-shirt, leaning on the logo stenciled paddle.
Finally, there were pictures of the frats, either very drunk or passed out. Two guys were sitting naked in a bathtub full of ice, with the beers around them. One guy was passed out, his boxers on his head and his dick hard against his stomach, surrounded by beer cans. Guys with towels hanging on their hard ons, and guys bent over, spreading their ass cheeks with their names written on their ass. Passed out guys with their buddies pissing on them, or rubbing their dicks across their lips. And there were just naked passed out guys, surrounded by beer cans. One had a guy strung up by his heels, so his dick hung over his face. His eyes looked glazed, as he pissed all over his own face. What a wild fucking place!
Out on the deck, there were two very hairy chested frats using matches to burn the hair off of their own chest. Fuck! They must be really drunk, or really want to get into this frat!
My mind was whirling, as I took in all this male flesh around me. Yeah, there were women throughout the house, but it was all the wonderful frat guys that filled my eyes and mind.
I don't know how many beers I had had, when I saw something that really blew my mind. A guy was standing on a table, ass crack fully exposed. Another guy was pouring a beer down his crack into the mouth of the guy whose head was on the table below the ass!
This went on and on, with the guy drinking having to take a whole pitcher of beer before the guys were replaced. Evidently, it was a pledge drinking, and his mentor providing the ass crack.
And instead of bobbing for apples, there was something with a guy lying on a table covered in fruit. I didn't think he had anything on underneath the fruit. I couldn't see because he had a big pineapple over his crotch. People who wanted fruit had to eat it off of him without using hands or utensils. I wondered who was going to get the pineapple!
I did my keg stand after the second hour, and lasted 30 seconds. During the last part of it, I had some help holding up my legs.
Later, I realized the thing I hadn't thought about was how I was going to go pee in this costume. I finally figured that, because there was nothing actually in my crotch, I could just let go. So I went out into the backyard; this seemed to be the preferred piss location. Guys lined up and pissed away. Some brave or voyeuristic people took pictures of the guy's pissing. This caused the guys to make great arches of their piss, or try to piss on their neighbor.
I stood there laughing, as piss sprayed out between my legs, some rolling down my legs. I just shook my legs and went back inside. I had lost track of Hank a while back, but I knew he wouldn't leave without me.
Matt took me by the arm and led me down to the basement. I thought he was going to try to get me to suck him again, but I was surprised by what I saw. One of the pledges had been strung up to the beam in the ceiling. He was up on his tip toes, blindfolded, and gagged. Every bit of him had been shaved and there was hardly a square inch of his skin that didn't have writing on it, all of it humiliating, and meant to put him down. Matt explained that it was permanent ink and would take a week or more to wear off.
His ass was red from paddling, and his head hung. Matt walked down and let me inspect the guy. Words such as faggot, cocksucker, pussy boy, insert cock here, and pictures of cocks and balls were drawn and written all over him.
"He wants to be in the frat so bad, he wouldn't resign. But he came while being paddled, so they began to mock him, and tried to break him and make him admit he was gay. But he won't; so they have punished him." When he spoke, the guy raised his head and tried to stand up straighter, on his tip toes.
"He will be given a test this evening, and then he will be released. After drinking a fifth of tequila, a woman will be brought down for him to fuck. If he can't, then a guy will be brought down, another one of the pledges, for him to fuck. If he can fuck the woman, then a guy is still brought down. If he can fuck both of them, then he will be allowed into the frat. If he can't fuck either one of them, he will be allowed into the frat. If he can only fuck the woman, he will be allowed into the frat; and, if he can only fuck the guy, then he will not be allowed to be in the frat."
Matt looked at me as he rubbed his hand over the pledge's red ass. "Either way, it will be all over for him tonight. He will have to suffer no more. He has been here two days now. No one outside of the frat is supposed to know about this, because we don't want to be shut down for over doing hazing."
He cupped the guy's graffiti covered balls and cock in his hand. "I really do feel sorry for him. I have come down a couple of times early in the morning before the other guy's wake up, and smoothed lotion on his ass. He can't see who I am, so he can't tell. I try to tell him it's okay. He nods his head and, when asked, will affirm his intention of joining this frat.
I shook my head, and knew that I would have broke long ago, and agreed to anything, just to be released.
Walking upstairs, I had to grab hold of the railing to keep from falling over. The beer must really be getting to me. Matt led me over to the bar and got me a boiler maker. I had never had one. Fuck! The thing burned all the way down! But the second one wasn't as bad and, by the fourth one, I thought they were pretty fucking good.
I noticed that there were a lot of naked guys dancing around, with dicks flopping about, as I spun around the room or the room spun around me. Hank tells me that, at one point, I was standing on a table naked and flapping my dick at anyone that walked by, but I don't remember that.
I remember telling Matt I had to pee, and walking with him to the backyard. He unwound my saran wrap, which must be why I was so dizzy. When the lid popped off my dick, I kept spinning and spraying piss everywhere.
Matt got my lid back and told me to hold it in place. Obviously, I lost it someplace, if I was dancing on the table naked, but I don't remember that.
I remember going to a room with someone - I think it was Hank; then I remember having to hold onto the floor to keep the room from spinning. I don't remember much after that.
As always thanks for the emails with comments, suggestions and questions. I have gathered a number of pics showing much of went on at this frat party. If anyone else has pics of what goes on at a frat party, I would enjoy seeing them. harryrod575@yahoo.com Thank you,
And here is a link to a vid of a guy jerking off in the library. This site is a great site for vids and it is free to join. http://dspots.ning.com/video/video/show?id=2006135%3AVideo%3A43482
have fun
harry