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SHOW MY NUTS
Uploaded to Pink Triangle by Simon Jones
We wore our normal clothing ... but our nuts and dicks had to be hanging out of our flies. Inside the house, that was no problem ... except the other guys tried to make us hard telling sex stories ... or jokes. If we got hard, we had to strip naked and go to the shower and kneel there until a member came and told us to jerk off.
Usually there would be three or more of us there waiting. And we would jerk off all over each other. But when we were out of the house ... that was a problem! Despite the warm weather we wore raincoats, jackets around our waists, or even towels to hide our meat. Girls would laugh ... other guys would make comments ... and the whole campus knew that if they told us to take off the coat or towel ... our man meat would be visible.
If we encountered a member of the house, we had to stand at attention in case he wanted to check to see if we were obeying the hazing rule. Professors laughed and pretended not to know what was going on. Girls giggled ... and looked to see if they could see our meat. I was usually blushing with embarrassment. But that was when a stud who I liked looked at me then my towel-covered genitals ... and sometimes my dick stirred as if it had a mind of its own.
I was lounging on a tree stump relaxing since I had two hours before my next class when an upper classman named Todd stood and looked towards me. "You look weird wearing that," he said. I liked him... He usually wore shorts which displayed his thick athletic thighs ... I had seen him before at the track or the pool.
"If I didn't wear it, I'd be expelled," I answered.
"Don't flatter yourself ... you have to have something to show!" he laughed as he taunted me. I knew he had something to show ... it was bulging in his shorts ... and I hungered for it. There was electricity going on between us.
"Come on," he said and walked ... I followed ... asking him about his years on campus ... sports ... and things. We didn't talk about anything else. His apartment was just across the street, in a building with mostly students. His apartment was a small bedroom ... he offered me a beer which I took and he stripped to his jockstrap. "Didn't you say you had a class in two hours?" he faced me and asked, as if waiting.
"Sure ... whatcha want me to do?"
"You a virgin or dumb?" he asked, then realized I was indeed new at this. He mellowed quickly and moved closer to help. I knew the curtain was opened ... anyone across the way could see us ... as he took off the towel that hid my dick (now hard) and balls that hung out.
My shirt came off easily ... but my jeans took some effort. His arms were big, his kisses commanding, his chest smooth, his dick opened my throat and later my ass. I didn't make it to class ... and I told the guys at the house I wouldn't be pledging their frat anymore. I found a place to live ... and it had one thing in common with the frat. We had a rule ... we must be naked inside the apartment.
A rule I obeyed gladly ... and if we saw each other's dicks get hard, we stopped what we were doing and fucked. The only better day that I remember was when he told me that instead of moving away after graduation, he would stay for grad school ... there with me ... often inside me.
When I graduated, he finished his MA and we moved away. Now on the beach we often walk around wearing only a towel ... and re-enact the first time we met. My dick and balls hanging out for everyone to see ... but only for him to have ... command ... use ... own.
And all because of the frat hazing ... thanks guys!