Getting caught as a pledge

I pledged a fraternity while at college back in the day before laws were passed to prevent massive hazing. It was day three, a Friday afternoon, and I knew my roommate would be going home for the weekend. Classes ended and I had a few hours before I needed to be out at the fraternity house to help with the party. I was practically running to my dorm room to hang in private before having to eat and get out to the house.

I set up the cable in the center of the room, hooking it to the light fixture in the ceiling. I pulled the chair over, wrapped the belt around my waist, settled myself, then stood on my tiptoes to hook the belt to the cable. Click and it was done. I tested it quickly and prepared to step off the chair.

It was hot in that dorm room. It was so hot that day. I was in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and a pair of sneakers. I weighed no more than 140lbs and at 6-3, was thin as a rail. Almost sickly.

I looked around to make sure it was okay, noted it was 4:3o in the afternoon, then slowly lifted my feet up, and pushed the chair away so I could barely touch it. As I'd done dozens of times before, I then positioned my toes up against the wall and pushed a little on the wall to start me swinging back and forth. A few more times of swinging and I then reached back to the chair and pushed it a little further away.

A few moments later, my swinging had stopped and I tried reaching for the chair. It was at least six inches beyond my outstretched fingers. I'd have to push up against the wall again to start the swinging again to get back within reach of the chair to get down.

A quick look back at the clock. It was 4:33 and I was hanging.

Kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks while I hung there. Then pulled my shirt over my head and unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down.

Checked the mirror; still couldn't believe I was hanging again.

Pulled off my underwear and checked the time again. 4:35.

I didn't notice the door. I was hanging with my body turned away from the door and I hadn't even noticed the door had slowly opened and my Big Brother from the fraternity was standing in my room looking at me.

What I heard literally made me choke - I heard Tim clear his throat and close the door.

My head swung around. He was standing near the door, watching me as he locked the door. He was shirtless as usual, in flip flops, and shorts.

Panicked, I reached for the chair. And kind of flying in mid-air, reached again and again and again and then turned myself and pushed against the wall to begin the swinging.

I saw him start to shake his head as he leaned across the room and pulled the chair to himself and sat down in it.

I was turning a bit in mid-air, but our eyes never left each other. We stared at one another for at least five minutes. Quiet. Thinking.

"So, you wanna tell me what's going on?"

I just continued the stare. He did the same.

Quiet. Thinking.

"This is how I used to train for swimming. Builds up my stomach muscles and shoulder muscles."

He nodded and continued to stare me.

"Yeah, I don't think so," he said, beginning to shake his head slowly and walking over to me.

"So why don't you have a swimsuit on," he asked, pushing my shoulder gently, making me spin.

I didn't have an answer to that.

"Why are you naked?"

I didn't have an answer to that either.

He pushed my shoulder again, harder this time, and I spun around faster.

In mid-spin, I could make out the clock. It was 4:40.

When I hang, it takes only about 15 minutes for it to happen. I was quickly approaching that time and with him in the room, it would be happening in front of him.

"Okay, okay, okay," I began. "You're right, it's not for swimming. It's not for swimming, you were right. It's for something else."

He returned to sitting in the chair.

As my spinning slowed, I checked his line of sight and quickly covered my private parts. My waist was about five feet in the air; he could see everything.

And my penis was growing slowly, I could feel it.

"That's not necessary, you know. I've seen everything already."


Slowly, my hands dropped away to reveal my nearly rock hard erection.


"So you're hanging for swimming, huh? Looks like you're hanging for your swimmers," he pointed out.


We stared at each other for another minute and then something started. I could feel it. It was boiling over. I could feel it was nearly ready. I was in a near panic-state and started yelling at him to let me down or he'd regret it.


"Well why don't you just keep your voice up and I'll just go over here," he said walking to the door, "and I'll just open the door for your friends to come in and discover what it is exactly that you're doing."


I quickly begged him to close the door and lock it. I looked at the clock. 4:47. I'd been hanging for 17 minutes and now there was no return. I was going to cum and I was going to cum right in front of my big brother.

I started breathing heavy and I continued to get close. I couldn't control it, it was going to happen. Moaning and groaning, I looked at my erection - it was already dripping pre-cum. Scott got real nervous; guess he thought I was going into convulsions. He came right up to my face and asked if I was okay.

"Ahhhh," I grunted. He got the message and backed up a little, sitting in the chair, but pulling it closer.

"Ahhhhh," I grunted again. My breathing was labored, I could barely catch my breath, panting and sweating and.

"AHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I half-screamed shooting a large rope of semen half-way across the room, slapping Scott in the chest with the viscous fluid, immediately beginning to puddle down his stomach before he could even react.

Scott pulled back his head to move away quickly, but it was too late to avoid being hit with another huge cum shot two-feet long that hit him on his legs. Another splattered on the floor in front of him every two seconds. I was screaming for him to move, but he was stopped in motion - unable to get out of the way.

After more than 30 seconds, I was finally done and slumped against the cable, my arms and legs in defeat hanging heavily.

A few moments passed as I just hung there.

I looked up a little to watch him wipe my cum off his chest and legs. I thought he'd be totally grossed out, but he wasn't. He took it in stride.

"Sorry," I offered.

He nodded. Then shook his head. "Don't worry about it."

I grunted a little. "Can you hand me the chair?"

Blown away and totally surprised when he said no.

He started walking over to the chair. "Do it again, then I'll let you down."

I started to violently shake my head and argue that I couldn't. It didn't work like that. I've never hung for more than 30 minutes. I pointed to the clock and made him aware it was now 35 minutes. Told him I'd never hung for more than 30 minutes and never had cum twice while hanging. Argument. Swearing. Threats.

And three minutes later, I was still hanging naked.

And I actually started to cry and beg him to let me down. That I didn't care if he made me depledge. That I was nearing exhaustion and couldn't hang anymore.

He stood there. He stood there and looked at me.

And then bent down to the floor and using his fingers, scooped up a large puddle of my cum into his palm.

"Here," he said. "Lick this up and I'll get you down after you cum again. Or don't lick it up and you can hang again all night."

I hung there in not believing him. I shook my head.

He started for the door. I cried out for him to stay.

He came back and put his palm out.

It stared at me.

I stared back.

Closed my eyes, grabbed his hand, and licked it clean.

5:15. I'd been hanging for 45 minutes and could barely lift my arms or head. Total exhaustion.

Couldn't move.

Scott came over to me again, pulled down his shorts, pulled down his underwear.

"Choice one is hanging until you can cum again. Choice two is a blow job until I cum in your mouth and you swallow it."

I chose to hang. He massaged his penis into a full erection, then pulled his shorts up again and sat down.

I reached down to my own penis and started massaging it.

5:28.

To my surprise and my relief, my penis slowly came back to life. In another two minutes, I had it going again.

I kept going and could feel something brewing. I pumped on it faster and faster.

I stole a peak at the clock and then at him. 5:40. And he'd dropped his shorts and underwear again.

He was scooting the chair closer to me.

Closer to me.

His erection was getting closer.

I pumped on my own erection furiously - faster, faster.

I could feel something coming. Something. I could feel my balls wincing as whatever semen was left in them boiled up.

I opened my eyes and he was right under me. Positioning his erection under my head. I knew what was next.

My balls were almost buzzing, straining under the pressure.

Our eyes caught each other. He was jerking off. I was jerking off. I reached down to his crotch.

Our eyes never left each other.

I reached down to his crotch, touched the head of his penis as he was jerking off. As I was jerking off. Touched the head of his penis with my finger. Touched the head of his penis with two fingers. He groaned. I groaned. I was close. Touched the head of his penis with three fingers, pushing his hand away. I was jerking off myself like crazy. Wrapped my fingers around his erection and he was going nuts. Jerked once. Jerked him twice. Jerked him to get into a rhythm with my own pumping. Jerking off him and jerking off myself in rhythm. I was close. His head whipped back and forth, eyes closed, kicking his underwear to the floor. I'm naked hanging. He's naked sitting. I'm jerking off both of us. And, and, so close. I can feel it. And, and here it comes. Here it cums. Here it cums. I'm nearly screaming out. He's nearly screaming out. Moaning and groaning and grunting and nearly screaming, both of us and, and.

My cum finally spurted out of my erection, splattering across Scott's chest, slapping his chin with droplets, spilling onto my fingers and rolling off, raining down on his legs and just as suddenly, Scott grunted one loud groan, and erupted his own foot-long ropes of cum straight up in the air, spraying my face and nose and cheeks with his juices. And another and another cumshot hit me in the face, immediately raining down and dripping down my face. I kept pumping him and he kept cumming with rope after rope of the sticky stuff, gushering onto my fingers, my hand, grunting and groaning the whole time.

And just like that, it was over.

His head slumped forward. I withdrew my hand and glanced at the volume of cum dripping down my fingers. Looked like I'd dipped my whole hand in a bowl full of creamy, pearl-colored shampoo.

We didn't speak. He stood up and turned away, backtracking to the other side of the room. Pulling the chair with him.

I tried to wipe my hand on my hip, but it didn't work too well. I just had too much of Scott's jism on me.

And still I hung there. Still naked. Having cum twice.

5:48pm.

I'd been hanging for almost an hour and a half. And was nearly to the point of passing out from exhaustion.

My arms and legs hung lifeless. I looked like a raggamuffin doll. Like cooked spaghetti noodle held in the middle.

5:49.

He was trying to compose himself before turning around to me.

My erection passed. I looked down at it and it was still dripping the white goo. I was too tired to wipe it away. The cum formed a growing drop that seemed impossibly large to still be hanging there.

I cleared my throat.

He turned to me and instinctively grabbed the chair, positioning it under me.

The cum drop on my penis fell on the floor as I gripped the back of the chair it to swing my feet onto it.

After one hour and 25 minutes, I was finally standing again. Slumping against the cable, holding onto it for support actually, trying to regain my balance. Tired. Exhausted.

He watched me as I labored to disconnect myself from the hook and climbed down. Naked. Dripping. Cum everywhere.

I stood in front of him about two feet away. Looked into his eyes. He looked into mine. He reached out slowly and we embraced.

Scott was as slippery as I was. Our semen mixed together as we hugged. Slimy. Thinking. 6 p.m.

It took a minute as we separated and began getting ourselves together.

Maybe he thought I would have been more freaked out by what had just happened, but I wasn't. And neither was he.

He wasn't in any hurry to get his underwear or shorts on or get cleaned up. He sat in the chair still nude.

I wasn't exactly in any hurry either and can't figure out why.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and kind of fell over on the mattress. Naked. Both naked. Covered in our cum. Drying. Itching a little.

I looked at the cable hanging from the ceiling. Looked at Scott. He looked at me.

Maybe I just wasn't conscious of being naked still. Maybe we were both in a state of shock. He just sat there. I looked at him closer.

His penis was still dripping a little semen.

Electrocuting my balls

The experimenting with the electricity continued while I was alone at home. When we moved out of our apartment, the experimenting moved too, from my rear, to my balls.

I remember reading a short story on the Web about a fraternity who tortured their pledges with extreme spanking, gay rapes, forced masturbation, forced fellatio, and electrical wires attached to the pledges’ testicles and electrodes forced down the pee holes and up the butt holes.

It was an unbelievable short story, ran about thirty or so pages. I remember reading it and getting about five pages into it and having an erection so hard and so big that with minimal manual help, I could cum so easily, it was scary.

I think after reading that story was the first time that I really thought I could shock my balls. And the excitement was almost overwhelming.

I remember the first time was downstairs in the basement of my old house. I made sure no one would be there for several hours, then went downstairs to prepare.

I used a piece of duct tape to attach the one electrode to my left testicle, then carefully poked my right testicle with the other electrode and wow! It hurt like nothing I’d ever felt before, but by bringing the power down with a dimmer switch, it got tolerable, tolerable enough to bear.

I took the power down, way down, then attached the other electrode to my right testicle with another piece of duct tape. It hurt, but I was able to manage the pain.

Slowly, over the next several minutes, I was able to push the power up until I was practically screaming with pain. I tried to keep my voice down, but it hurt so much I could barely concentrate on my voice. And then I pushed the power up a little more and then I really was screaming. The pain was unbearable. I couldn’t believe I was able to handle it. It was like a glass-studded glove was squeezing my balls. And then I started to masturbate and each time I moved my hand down my erection, the pain got to be too much, so I started jerking off faster to end it and when I was finally ready, I exploded with such a fury, the cum shot me square in the face with a huge blob of cum that immediately started to dribble down my face while I was furiously trying to turn the power off to the electrodes still shocking my balls.

And I continued doing that to myself every chance I got, cleaning up after myself by hiding the power equipment and transformer in my filing cabinet each time.

In fact, because I was doing it so often, it got to the point where I just left the power equipment out under my desk downstairs, so all I had to do was take down my shorts, plug the power in and attach the wires.

Those wires evolved into alligator clips which then evolved into not one clip for each testicle, but two.

It then grew into finding a digital timer and setting it to go on at a certain time.

In the past few years, the digital timer has been very nice. I’ve taken to turning on the power to the digital timer, attaching the clips to my balls, adjusting the power to a point where I just couldn’t take it anymore, then turning the power off. I would then set it up to go on about six minutes later.

In the meantime, I’d tie my ankles to the bottom of my bed and tie one of my wrists to the top, spread eagle.

I’d then tie up the other wrist and wait for the power to go on.

And it does, I am powerless to do anything about it until I can get the one wrist untied; that usually takes about two or three minutes, but all the while, my balls are being electrocuted and I am screaming my head off in agony.

I remember one time I went to see him at his house. I got there around noon and by 12:30, I took off my clothes and spent the next half an hour sitting around with a boner that wouldn’t quit, waiting for him to also get naked.

For whatever reason, that never happened.

He dragged me downstairs and I hung for about ten minutes before he got bored and pulled down his pants and asked me to blow him. He got bored of that too and went around the back and tried to get in my hole like before. It was crazy. I must have hung that time for more than twenty minutes.

Another time, we went into the garage and he pulled over the ladder. He’d had it all set up already, so all I had to do was climb the ladder, attach the belt around my waist to the chain hanging from the ceiling and he’d pull the ladder out.

But he told me to go to the top of the ladder and tip toe to hang at the highest point I could.

I did.

And a few minutes later I was hanging about 15 feet from the floor of the ceiling and was ready to pop a few minutes later.

Hanging for him

So I told my best friend this whole story and as quick as you can blink, we were going downstairs to his basement so I could hang for him. And hang I did.

I remember the first time I did it for him, I was so scared of what he’d say or do. I hooked myself to the one of the joists in the basement and told him to pull the chair away and hung there for him for a few minutes. He started to pull my jeans and underwear off and I took off my shirt. He moved to the front of me and I gave him a blowjob while hanging. Then as he was almost ready to climax, he stepped to the back of me and I heard the chair move, and I watched upside down as he stood on it, then felt his erection at my hole, felt his penis get slippery with his saliva, then as I’m hanging there, he tried to push into my hole. He quickly withdrew and a minute later, I was cumming on his floor, and asking for the chair.

It went on that way for a while that summer. I wanted to hang for him every time we were together.

It seemed that every time we were together, something unusual happened.

One time we were playing cards at his house with friends. It got to be pretty late, 10:00pm, and everyone broke up to get ready for bed.

He and I went to his bedroom and just as I'd hoped, he locked the door.

It took only a few minutes before he was taking my clothes off and I was taking his clothes off. In no time, we were both in each other’s groin, performing blowjobs on each other in a near perfect 69.

He moved and got up and returned a moment later, sitting behind me, pulling my hands back, and binding them up with one of his business ties. Tight. I couldn’t get the knot out if I was looking at it, it was so tight.

We laid back down, face to face, and he climbed on top of me. He put his erection in my mouth and then went to work on mine.

Me being tied up must have gotten him going, because I got to him before he could get me. He was pumping inside my mouth wrapped tightly around his penis, and in a few minutes, he was thrusting with huge cum shots into my throat. I quickly swallowed in huge gulps.

He stopped blowing me, but before I could be disappointed, he untied my wrists, then forced my legs over my head until my knees were practically next to my ears. My hole was pointed almost straight up. And then I realized my erection was in my face. This was way back when I was real skinny and pretty loose and could stretch out like this.

He moved next to me and reached in to grab hold of my penis and began to pump it again. With each movement up and down, it seemed like the head of my penis was getting closer and closer. Indeed, he was pushing my rear down to push my penis to make contact with my mouth, but it got to about two inches and no further. But then it seemed like my penis was getting longer and with each stroke, I was getting closer. He kept stroking it for about three more minutes until I felt it cumming. He must have sensed it because he told me to open my mouth. I did and a moment later, ejaculated four huge loads of semen into my own mouth, onto my own tongue. And drips of it covered my lips, my cheeks, my nose. I couldn’t believe it. I just couldn’t believe what I’d done.

I sat up and wiped my face with my shirt, then put on my shirt.

Suddenly, the door knob to the bedroom clicked. Someone was trying to get in. He called in for us to wake up, that I needed to move my car.

We quickly dressed, but in our haste, I put on his jeans and didn’t realize it until I was already in the living room. I was sure because it was so dark, no one else realized it either, but it was one of those scary moments.

Hanging for her

Hanging with her watching me became almost a norm for me. We’d go upstairs, I’d wrap the belt around my waist, she’d hook my to the hook hanging from the ceiling, and then take the chair away and wait for me to cum. It only took about seven or eight minutes, but I had to strip naked, cum in her hand, then swallow my own cum to get the chair back.

There were times when she’d hold my own hand out to catch the cum shot, then be forced to lick my own palm clean. There were a few times when she refused to put the chair back.

The first time that happened really freaked me out. I was hanging there for a few minutes and she was pushing my side making me spin around and I was getting close and because she and I had done this so many times, she knew I was close. She grabbed my hand, cupped it, I came in it, then swallowed everything on my palm and waited for the chair.

No chair. Instead, she sat back down and told me I had to cum again before she’d let me down.

When I cum, especially while hanging, I want to get down quickly. The belt starts to dig into my waist and my skin starts to hurt because it has 150 pounds pulling on it.

No chair. And no bargaining with her either.

I struggled and begged her to give it back. I got angry with her and demanded she let me down, but after a few minutes, it became obvious she wasn’t budging.

So I gave in and started to concentrate on cumming again. My right hand drifted down to my crotch and I began to massage my penis into getting hard again all the while watching the minutes tick by on the clock next to my bed. Eleven minutes I’d been up here. Not a lot of time in the big picture, but when you’re hanging there naked, jerking off right after swallowing your own cum shots, it’s a long time.

At thirteen minutes, I was getting close. I closed my eyes and tried to focus and about three minutes later, shot another small load onto her palm, which she made me swallow before I got the chair back.

I cursed her as I was dismounting, but I knew it was an incredible feeling. She controlled my destiny and inside, I knew it turned me on. And thinking back, I knew she knew it turned me on.

I remember she’d found out from her brother that if a boy hangs not from his waist, but upside down from his ankles, he'll cum within three or four minutes. And if properly positioned beneath his own erection, can cum into his own mouth.

Well, that was all it took for her to get me to hang upside down.

She could avoid forcing me to eat my own cum from her hand or my hand and force me to put my mouth underneath the cum shot.

I didn’t object, but it took some practice to position myself in the right place to be sure the cum shot into my mouth, not up my nose or into my eyes or hair.

I’d move my dresser over under the hook, climb up on top of it and attach my ankles, then she’d move the dresser away and down I’d go.

Back then, I had the stomach muscles to curl up under my penis and get within about two inches of giving myself a blowjob. It didn't have to shoot that far and I usually got most of it in my mouth.

She was into watching me eat my own cum and I was into her watching me hang naked, no matter how or what I had to do. I was only 17 or 18 at the time, so what did I know?

I remember her and I going to the movie theater she used to work at and hanging out inside the store. She made me bring my belt and once inside, she found a bar up on the ceiling about 20 feet in the air, moved this huge ladder over underneath it, and made me attach myself to the bar. I did as she wanted and a few minutes later, I was hanging from the ceiling 20 feet off the ground, throwing my clothes down to her. It was crazy! Hanging there naked! Took me all of two minutes to cum, which she caught on her hands and arms and forced me to lick off when I got down. Forced. Now there’s a contradiction. She really wasn’t forcing me to do anything I didn’t want to do, it just seemed that way at the time.

A second chance

I’ve been thinking about my first experience at my friend’s house and have been thinking it may not have been my first experience. It may just be the first experience I remember.

There were dozens of times my first roommate and I would get all wasted and we'd go to sleep, pass out more like it, in the same bed. (His was the only one setup to lay down and watch t.v.) I haven’t sorted out all the memories yet, but I do remember waking up once to go to the bathroom and discovering I was naked in bed with him. Of course, it made me hot, but I knew he couldn’t, that he wouldn’t do anything because he wasn’t like me. Looking back on that event, it makes perfect sense that he had stripped me and gone down on me that night. I woke up naked and figured I’d just stripped myself because I’d spilled something or had an accident or something. I woke up and tried to go to the bathroom and had to wait until my erection settled down. Not a whole lot there, but I’m still figuring it out.

It didn’t take long after that first night for my best friend and I to get together again. About a week later, he called me to see if I could come to Lancaster for the night. I quickly agreed.

Soon enough, we told his parents we were heading downstairs to watch television. It was about eight-thirty in the evening. He closed and locked the door to the basement; I knew what was next.

We lay down on his waterbed and watched about fifteen minutes of some show. I wasn’t really watching and I’m pretty sure he wasn’t either.

I looked over at him and we stared at each other for a few seconds. I took the initiative this time and leaned up to take off my shirt. He just lay there to watch. I then slowly took off my shorts. He watched.

I lay back down on the pillow and waited for him. He gestured to my underwear. I closed my eyes and pulled them down to my knees, then pushed them to my ankles, then kicked them to the floor and opened my eyes. He was staring at my erection. I could see in the blue haze of the television he was totally captured by me. And I was really scared. I was laying here naked. If his parents came down or tried to, I’d be, we’d be caught.

He moved towards me and rested his head on my stomach, taking my penis in his hand and squeezing it gently.

Within minutes, my penis was in his mouth and I was getting close to nirvana. He was biting softly on the head and the pain just further enflamed my erection. I just couldn’t believe this was happening. I closed my eyes and imagined what it was like to have a penis in my mouth and it suddenly occurred to me that I had one right next to me, that if I just took his shorts off, I could do what he was doing.

I tried to move to get to his shorts, but he was getting me real close to cumming and I couldn’t concentrate on getting him naked. A few moments later and my back arched and I exploded with huge cumshots into his mouth until I was completely drained.

I slumped back onto the bed and waited for him to finish gathering himself and withdraw to his side of the bed.

But he didn’t withdraw. He moved back down my body and put my penis back into his mouth and kept blowing me. It quickly got uncomfortable and I got more than a little nervous.

When I cum, all I want to do is get dressed. To be laying here with him still naked, still getting a blowjob was so uncomfortable that I tried to pull away, but he insisted I stay where I was. I lay my head back down on the pillow and closed my eyes.

It took about fifteen minutes, an eternity to be laying there naked, but I soon stiffened again. I’d succeeded in getting him to take his shorts and underwear off and got him to lie down next to me in a 69 position.

My penis grew inside his mouth and his grew inside mine. I’d never given a blowjob and was trying to do what he did to me.

I could feel him getting to the point of cumming and I braced myself. He started to jerk me off and while I felt him preparing, I was also getting close.

A few minutes later, he took in a deep breath and shot his hot sticky cum into my mouth in huge loads which I unfortunately swallowed too quickly to enjoy. A moment later, I shot a few small cum drops onto my stomach which he licked up.

We both put on our underwear and lay on his bed and watched tv for a while. It was still early and we were wide awake, so we watched tv for a while.

It didn’t take long before he was trying to pull my underwear off again. And I rose to attention quickly with his tight grip around my balls.

In minutes, we were both blowing each other again until we both came in each other’s mouths.

It was so crazy, I remember driving home thinking about what the heck I was doing.

He and I hooked up like that a few more times that summer. It was basically the same thing each time.

I remember one night, I tied his hands behind his back with one of his ties for a few minutes. He didn’t seem to have any problem with that and I started to think of telling him more about myself.

I remember typing a story on my old AT computer in the basement of my old house and sending it to him and waiting for his reaction.

The story was about my hanging. It detailed for him how when I was in high school, I met up with a friend, a girl, who liked to have me hang from my waist. I told him about how she and I would walk home from school and go directly to my bedroom. I told him about how she would wrap a belt around my waist, get me to stand on a chair in the middle of the room, and attach that belt to a hook on the ceiling. I told him about how I would step off the chair, how she’d pull the chair away from my reach, and how I’d hang there from the ceiling. I told him how she’d make me pull my shirt off and throw it to her. I told him how she’d make me pull my jeans off and kick them to the floor. I told him how she’d insist I pull off my underwear and hang naked for her. I told him how within a few minutes of hanging there naked that I’d cum with a fury that made the pain of hanging and the embarrassment of hanging naked in front of this girl all worthwhile. Finally I told him how she’d cup her hand underneath my penis as I was cumming to catch it all, then make me swallow my own cum before she’d allow me to get down. I told him the entire thing.

Freshman year

I remember being a freshman in college and rooming with a boy who was so totally hot I had to study in the library because I couldn’t concentrate with him in the room. I remember we’d go to bed and I’d lay there thinking about the day and he’d think I was asleep and he’d start jerking off. It was so completely unbelievable. His breathing would get all hot and heavy and I could hear his hand going back and forth rubbing up against the bedsheets, faster and faster and before I knew it, I was getting all hot and heavy and just as he would cum, I would cum at the same time he was. I just figured he must know we're both shooting at the same time, but I didn't figure he'd act on it.

One night in late January of my freshman year, my roomie was taking care of business, and, of course, it got me going too. He was breathing heavy, I was breathing heavy, and suddenly, he jumped out of bed and pulled the sheet off me, revealing my nakedness.

10th grade geometry

In tenth grade, I was about 15 years old, and geometry class took on a new meaning for me. I sat in front of a new kid, I think his name was Howard. The chairs we sat in had a hole in the back about five inches across, four inches high. The hole was right where your butt crack would be on the back of the chair. I recall sitting up straight in my chair, Howard would scrunch down in his chair behind me and put his knee in the hole of my chair, pushing on my butt. I'm not sure if he knew what he was doing or not, but for obvious reasons, I looked forward to geometry class every day. I'd sit down, leaning forward to my butt would be pushing through the hole in the back of my chair, he'd lean down, and push against me from behind. I remember getting an erection for about forty minutes every day during this class, day dreaming about being with Howard, dreaming about whether Howard knew what he was doing. I also remember doing very badly in geometry, getting my first 'C' in any class ever. I remember my mother hired a tutor to get me rolling in geometry better. Little did she know that all it would have taken was another seat in the class and my focus and concentration might have been a little better.

Watching swimmers

Thinking back further though explains why I made that decision though.

Memories serve me well in putting together a reasonable explanation. I remember as a young teenager, maybe thirteen years old, and being a very poor swimmer. It didn’t matter to me though, I enjoyed the competition. Furthermore, I enjoyed the locker room after the practice because that’s when everyone had to shower and change.

Back then, it wasn’t unusual for all the boys to strip down naked and shower as a group in the large shower. It wasn’t unusual, heck it was what everyone did. They just did it. It wasn’t a thing back then.

And I remember going in to the locker room prior to practice and determining where I should position my locker so that when I got changed, I could see the most number of naked boys. There were sixteen shower heads and in this one spot of the locker room, I could see all sixteen boys strip down out of their swimsuits and shower. They were all my age or older and never noticed I was practically staring at them.

I also remember being friends with a boy who was a little older than me. He had a penis that was triple, maybe quadruple the length of any I’d ever seen in that locker room. It had to have been five or six inches long, just hanging there not being erect. It didn’t take long before I had picked the locker next to his, so I could watch him and more importantly watch his penis dangle and wangle while he got changed.

I can remember it today all these years later.

First time for everything

I look back on that night and wonder what was going through my mind. What was I thinking? I have to remember though that I was only about 23 years old, fresh out of college, and dumb as a stick. I also have to remember my best friend was the world to me. More than my father, more than my girlfriend, more than my best friend, my he was everything that I wanted to be. I’m not sure he knew that at the time or even if he knows it now, but he truly was the person I wanted to be. And probably because of that, I gave him a lot more latitude than anyone else I had contact with. A lot more freedom to do what he wanted and a lot more freedom to say what he wanted.

That night, we’d been out drinking with our other friends and for whatever reason he and I left early. I guess in hindsight, he’d had planned it that way, but at the time, we were both pretty wasted and I wanted to leave. Though it was only about nine o’clock, he agreed to go with me.

We told everyone else we were headed back to the house, fully expecting them to stay until closing, then headed out for the short walk back to one of the guys’ house.

When we got back, we both took our coats off, throwing them to the floor, and closing the door behind us. It was a little chilly that night, I think.

We both grabbed beers from the fridge and made our way to the couch and the television to watch a movie or whatever was on.

He sat right next to me at one end of the couch, which in and of itself wasn’t very unexpected. We were very close, the very best of friends. Everyone knew we were close and it wouldn’t have seemed strange that we were leg to leg with no one else on the couch or in the other seats in the living room.

He quick got up to close the blinds, saying the street light was bothering him. I was trying to find something on the tv and maybe I heard him click the front door locked, I can’t be sure.

Anyway, he sat down next to me again on my right, I put my right arm around him, and he put his head on my right shoulder. Again, it wasn’t anything strange for us to do this. He and I were pretty close. This wasn’t anything unusual. We’d done this a hundred times.

But this time it was a little different.

About five minutes after he sat down, I watched as he lifted his left arm slightly and rested it on my right thigh. He didn’t say anything; I just figured he thought it was more comfortable. Again, it wasn’t unusual. He’d never done this before, but it didn’t bother me and I didn’t think twice about it.

Whatever the reason, he fingers were now resting on my upper thigh near the pocket, and I’m thinking because I was half-wasted, my penis started to go wild.

Within a few minutes, I was fully erect in my skin-tight jeans. He had to have seen the large lump in the front of my pants.

Sure enough, within another few minutes, his fingers had moved to the top of my jeans and were now on top of my erection.

This was not something he’d done before and it still didn’t bother me. If he wanted to put his hand on my erection and feel me up, I was okay with that. Nonetheless, I was going wild.

He started to rub my pants and I felt my breathing pick up a little. We both continued to watch the movie, I can’t remember what it was, and he continued to rub his hand all over the front of my jeans.

A few minutes later, with his left hand, he’d successfully unbuttoned my jeans. He moved next to my zipper, then pulled the two flaps open.

It was so surreal. I didn’t want to stop him because I disagreed with what he was doing. I didn’t want to stop him because I was afraid of his reaction. I didn’t want to stop him because I was going wild and it still didn’t occur to me that someone else might have a problem with this.

I just sat there and watched as he then relaxed again, resting his fingers on top of my underwear, still rubbing my erection.

After a few more minutes, he moved to pull my jeans down. I needed to arch my back a little to let him pull them down over my penis. I thought he’d just pull them down to my thighs, but he kept pulling them to my knees and I figured he’d stop there, but he kept pulling my jeans all the way down to my ankles. I guess I wasn’t paying attention, because when I looked back at myself, I realized he’d pulled my underwear down with the jeans and my underwear were then at my knees. He continued to pull at my jeans until they were in his hands and being thrown across the room.

He leaned into me and we watched each other intently as he pulled my underwear off and threw them to the jeans.

I relaxed back down on the couch a little scared of what he’d do next.

He sat back down next to me and rested his left hand again on my penis, pumping it slowly. He felt my balls with his fingers, squeezing my testicles a little.

And then he bent over me and rested his head on my stomach and I knew what was next.

I felt his hot, dry lips on the head of my penis as he gently kissed it. His hot sticky tongue was next as he ran it through the opening, slurping it slowly.

I’m not sure why I did what I did next. I just wanted to give him what he was giving me, so I reached between his legs and grabbed a hold of his erection through his jeans.

He’d moved down to fully giving me a blowjob and I unbuttoned his jeans and made my way to holding his erection as he was blowing mine.

I'm not sure it was the first time I’d ever had another boy touch me in this way... not sure because I wasn't sure if my first roommate had made a move on me. It was that I remembered touching another boy this way.

His penis was like mine. The head of his was enormous though. I couldn’t believe how big it was.

I reached down a little further to play with his balls and he pulled slightly on his jeans to pull them down to his thighs. He helped me along by pulling them and his underwear down and kicking them off to where my stuff was.

I could see him in the light from the streets. His pubic hairs covered everything, but I could see some details.

And he was starting to get me going. I couldn’t concentrate on his penis anymore because I was about to explode. I hadn’t realized how quickly he’d gotten me to the point of cumming. With his fingers, he was playing with and squeezing my testicles, as his head bobbed up and down on my erection.

I was hardly breathing and I think we both knew I was close. He must have sensed it because he started going faster and faster until finally, with a huge pelvic thrust, I came with a fury into his waiting mouth, filling it with my sticky goo once, twice, three times, and finally it was over for me.

He pulled back off of me and turned his head to look at me.

I sat there stunned. Not only did I just get a blowjob by another boy, but I'd gone ahead and touched another boy's privates.

I kept my eyes closed. I hoped he didn’t see me. I reached over for my underwear and jeans and quickly pulled them on. And not a moment too soon as a moment later, I heard the other guys in the alley next to the house. I jumped up and quickly made sure nothing looked out of order, then remembered to unlock the door.

About a minute later, the guys started streaming in and spilling out into the living room. A few minutes later, he came back downstairs.


We didn’t talk about that first time for a few years. Looking back on it I always wonder what he was thinking, what was I thinking? I’m not sure I can answer that for him. But for me, it’s a question I ask myself at least once a month.

Whenever I run across an email from him or see a picture of the college days or sometimes when I’m having sex with myself, I might think of him.

Even after all these years, I wonder about what I was thinking. Honestly, I think back on that decision and wonder, wonder, wonder.