On the way to the dining hall one sunny
October evening my roommate, Stephen, and I talked about whether or not
to see “Halloween” later that night at the campus theatre with Kathy.
We quickly dismissed the costume party our house had planned for the
Halloween poetry reading Saturday night. As usual, Stephen seemed
unconcerned that our lack of interest in the event might appear
anti-social and provoke further speculation about our relationship,
even though he seemed to detest any interest people had in him. He was
a tall, attractive redhead, slim, athletic, square jawed, green eyes
and hard not to notice. His good looks and understated charm, made him
easy to like and a hot topic for conversation.
It was warm and sunny that Friday evening, warmer than normal for late
October. The air was dry, fallen leaves crackling and bristling as the
two of us made our way across campus. We’d fallen into a familiar
routine as we entered our second year as roommates; dinner together at
6:15 each evening and weekends spent at the movies, listening to music.
We were not part of the ‘in crowd’. Nor were we relegated to the campus
outcasts, mostly because we were connected, but not too closely, to the
campus trendsetters. Stephen’s previous roommates and their buddies
were some of the best known party-givers and goers on campus – nice
guys always looking for a good time with the best looking sorority
girls.
It was an interesting relationship we had with these guys. Stephen’s
shyness with girls inspired a long history of them picking on him as
they attempted to bring him out of his shell. He always handled the
attention with a self-deprecating sense of humor and facade of
self-confidence that made the teasing and harassment seem like good
fun. Personally, I looked forward to seeing what would happen next.
Little did I know that this particular night, John had plans to settle
a score.
When we got to dinner, Stephen’s buddies were in their usual place, up
front mixed in with the campus frat tables. We were always welcomed to
join them, as part of an ‘extended family’ but only did so if we were
invited and that night John was insistent we should come and sit with
them. The banter was familiar – from party time to who was ‘doing’ who…
And as usual attention turned to who wanted Stephen as her conquest. I
mostly listened as Stephen fended for himself.
I found myself wondering what I really had in common with these guys
and more importantly what I thought Stephen had in common with them.
Was he painfully shy and hesitant to connect with the gang of girls
always chasing after this group? Or was he genuinely uninterested in
their sexual escapades and searching for his own identity? It seemed
almost everyone had an interest in Stephen’s sexuality although no one
seemed to question his orientation. For my part, I was trying to sort
out my feelings… of what I hoped for and what was real. Stephen’s
behavior when we were alone seemed to push the limits of ‘normal’
college dorm life, often times flirting with me. The ‘special’
attention I received seemed genuinely deeper than the banter he and his
buddies had. We shared more intimate feelings when we were alone and
Stephen’s shyness gave way to flirtatious and exhibitionist tendencies,
parading around in his underwear and less or teasing in an effort to
get a rise out of me.
As I wondered about the nuance of every utterance at the table and
compared this behavior to when it was just the two of us, my thoughts
were interrupted as two sorority pledges in matching rugby shirts
approached the table and to almost everyone’s `surprise addressed
Stephen. As the rest of the guys started their hooting and innuendo,
one of the girls asked if they could speak with Stephen about some
extra tutoring to prepare for a test, suggesting Stephen come over to
their table to work out the details. The sorority table was two rows
back behind the frat area where we were seated. So as Stephen left the
table to much encouragement from the group, I remained quietly,
curiously behind, continuing to listen.
As soon as Stephen was out of earshot, John hushed everyone and told
them to pay close attention as something ‘great’ was about to happen.
As people turned to watch I realized that Stephen had been set-up for
something. I felt a sense of anger mixed with anticipation. From my
seat I had an unobstructed view as Stephen approached the girls at
their table. I made sure I maintained an appropriately calm, cool
exterior but I found my heart racing and worried my face didn’t flush,
giving away any emotion that could be too revealing.
Stephen sat down in the space the girls had made for him while I
carefully watched to see how he reacted to everything around him.
Everything seemed cool as they talked. In fact it seemed that John’s
expectations for something unusual were unfounded. Stephen talked and
began to make notes demonstrating his point as the group of girls
gathered around him. In an instant I realized that quietly and
casually, he had been surrounded where he sat while John’s behavior at
our table suggested something really big was in store that no one would
want to miss. As much as I wanted to prevent any humiliation for my
friend, I was both intrigued by what was to happen and scared to expose
myself or Stephen to an overtly protective response. So I sat paralyzed.
At first I thought that Stephen had slipped while trying to stand up
and fell back onto the chair. Then I realized that Stephen was being
pushed back into the seat and held there. As the altercation continued,
I could see that Stephen’s shirt had come loose and in fact it was
being pulled open popping all of the buttons, exposing his smooth,
white shoulders and chest. The shirt was completely removed and its
ripped remains had been tossed back to our table landing right in front
of me. Surprised, Stephen struggled to get up. At about the same time
John and his buddies began cheering the girls on, chanting… “Stephen,
Stephen, Stephen!”
Watching in slow motion, I found myself aroused by Stephen’s naked
torso wondering where the girls would stop. Embarrassing Stephen really
didn’t take much. I grew more excited at his exposure. For Stephen,
being the center of attention would be unpleasant in any event let
alone half naked in a rowdy Friday night cafeteria.
I watched, taking in every detail, never taking my eyes off Stephen,
but also noticing the guys around me. John beamed having pulled off
this coup, revenge for Stephen locking him out of his room naked
several weeks earlier. It didn’t seem odd to them or to me, that they
enjoyed Stephen’s humiliation, although I was most concerned at
appearing overly excited. By this time, everyone else in the dining
hall was becoming aware of what was going on. “Stephen, Stephen,
Stephen”... the chorus grew louder!
Stephen’s struggles to get to his feet were met with firm resistance
pushing him back down. Outnumbered, he continued to resist as I
realized there was little hope of escape. I watched as one shoe, than
the other were pulled off and tossed about the room, followed by his
two socks. He seemed even more vulnerable as he was more exposed, his
pale feet, arms and chest now naked. As Stephen remained pinned, the
crowd made a game of throwing his clothing about the room with girls
hoping to claim it. I quietly set aside the torn shirt – it would not
be taken. As the girls held him down from alongside and behind,
allowing no leverage, four other girls had grabbed hold of his pants
legs and were trying to claim this as the new prize. John led the
cheer… “pants, pants, pants…” while Stephen squirmed.
Stephen looked in our direction hearing his buddies egging on his
humiliation. I read the desperation on his flushed face and I’m certain
he recognized my desire to prevent further embarrassment mingled with
confusion on how to accomplish this. I was as helpless as he was and I
was certain he wanted me to stay out of it.
As the girls struggled with his pants I thought he might slip free and
make a break for it. My heart raced and I was ready to move with him if
he in fact got loose. Any hope of escape faded as I watched his smooth,
toned, pale legs sliding out of his brown corduroy pants. Worse yet,
the jockey shorts underneath had been partially pulled down revealing
Stephen’s smooth round butt-cheeks and I was certain a small tuft of
coppery-red pubic hair in front. I had become fully aroused as I
watched.
With his pants gone the girls returned Stephen to the chair, exerting
sufficient pressure to keep him in place. Watching closely, I could see
that Stephen had managed to slide back into his underwear. I’d observed
on numerous occasions that Stephen’s underwear were, for the most part,
quite worn, some with holes, some almost see through. While I could see
his skin glowing through the thin, worn white cotton, and the shape of
his cock poking up in his lap, I hoped that this was not the pair with
a sizeable hole in the front, just left of center.
Stephen had now been exposed and embarrassed beyond my imagination.
While John reveled, I hoped that this would be sufficient humiliation
and that the girls might back off. Stephen now sat still in the chair
in his underpants. The girls seemed to contemplate their next step and
the crowd paused with them. From the quiet John began a new chant
picked up by the crowd… “Wedgie…” reminiscent of high school
high-jinks.
As Stephen looked at us again, I knew he realized there was more to
come. I felt for him at the same time my sexual arousal heightened.
“Wedgie!” roared the crowd. And after a brief pause one of the girls
standing behind Stephen reached down, grabbing a handful of his
underpants in her hand. I gasped and held my breath as I watched
Stephen gasp and his shorts were pulled up almost to his shoulders,
wedging tightly between his butt-cheeks. And then they were released.
Sigh…
“Wedgie”… the chant grew louder as Stephen begged the girls to stop.
Another sister prepared for her turn. Again it seemed as if Stephen and
I were gasping at the same moment. Her grasp was firm as she yanked
violently upward. The worn cotton gave way and ripped at the elastic
waist band. Slowly from back to front, Stephen’s underpants were torn
leaving the remains to fall around his ass and thighs, as the elastic
waist band was pulled up and over his head. Finally the stretched
elastic was complete ripped off and Stephen sat exposed, bright red
bushy pubes, cock poking up and his peach-fuzz covered balls for all to
see.
In a state of shock, I was unable to move while Stephen sat mortified.
The cotton remains of his jockey shorts lay round him affording useless
cover. From my seat I could see red pubes, pink cock, round balls and
the humiliated, now helpless expression on his face. As the girls
maintained their hold, Stephen sat exposed with little left to reveal.
The teasing continued as they twirled his tattered underwear in front
of him. Worse yet, a flash signaled one of the girls was now capturing
on film Stephen’s naked shame. I could see that Stephen’s cock had
grown fuller. Then the girls stood him up, allowing what remained of
the underwear to fall to the floor. It was immediately clear Stephen
was sporting an erection.
Spotting Stephen’s arousal, John and the gang burst out laughing and
began the final taunt… “Woody, Woody, etc…” Shamed and spent, all
Stephen could do was blush as he was made to stand unable to cover
himself and completely exposed to the entire room. Keeping him on his
feet the girls snapped pictures, shot after shot of naked, semi erect
Stephen. Stephen grew into a completely full erection, dick up to his
belly button, balls pulled up tight and taught, to the delight of
almost every woman in the room, and a few of the boys too. My jeans
strained.
“Oh my god” I thought. “What if he loses it in front of all these
people?” And then I knew he would not be let go until… John and his
buddies posed for pictures as Stephen was prevented from covering
himself. John stroked Stephen’s back down to his ass and tweaked his
already rocky nipples. I watched as Stephen’s every nerve quivered. As
the guys now held him, one of the girls approached from the front.
Extending her hand with a firm and gentle grasp, she gently fondled
Stephen’s nipples and then down to his full fuzzy balls and then slowly
slid her hand fully up and down his cock three or four times. Stephen
and I locked eyes and I knew instantly his body was now out of his
control.
His eyes remained fixed on mine as he gasped and flushed, his feet and
toes clenching. Stephen’s twitching cock and his nipples were now
purple. His gulps and gasps for air turned to quivering moans as John
and gang let go. It was too late. Stephen spasmed, flushed and let
loose huge wads of cum. It was clear that every muscle in his body had
contracted for this release. I stood motionless, staring in disbelief
as it looked like his knees were about to buckle and he might fall on
the floor.
Now free, clutching and covering himself, Stephen ran towards the exit
as the crowd roared. Grabbing his torn shirt, I followed. One of my
friends met me at the exit with both of Stephen’s shoes, promising to
track down his pants, wallet and keys. While I wanted to protect my
friend, the thought of him streaking across campus only to be locked
out of our dorm and room amused me. I caught up with him at High
Street. Traffic slowed his crossing and I shouted after him, hollering
“I have your shoes!” At last I was next to him. As he slipped on his
docksiders, still buck naked, I offered him the remains of his shirt,
which he gladly accepted covering his privates. We raced across campus
together. As I ran I pulled off my sweatshirt and gave it to him to
help cover his naked behind. I suggested we enter our house through the
back fire escape, avoiding anyone who might be hanging out in the
lounge. Leading the way to the second floor I was unable to unlock the
door with my key. I told Stephen to wait while came up from the back
door to let him in.
As I opened the second floor porch door, I found Stephen crouched in
the corner. I was relieved to have gotten inside unnoticed. I stared as
he paced, still wrapped in my sweatshirt and the remains of his blue
oxford. As he paced, I stared at him. Then we heard them coming up the
steps. Laughter and footsteps pounded in our direction as we both
froze. I made sure the door was locked.
The first voice was John’s. “Stephen!” he shouted. “Stephen, we know
you’re in there!” We stood motionless. Finally I gestured that we
should move to the back room. Locking that door behind us too we could
still hear the shouting. Stephen pulled off the sweatshirt and tossed
it to me and he tossed his shirt onto his bed. I stared as he stood in
front of me naked again. As my cock stiffened, so did his. My staring
couldn’t have been more apparent. And finally I heard Stephen say that
he might feel much more comfortable if he weren’t the only one naked in
the room. As he said this, he approached me slowly again his cock had
grown fully erect.
Speechless, the only thing I could do was complement how great he
looked naked. As he walked right up in front of me, I was again stunned
and motionless. I reached out and touched on of his nipples and he
smiled. I knew! Quickly my hand found its way down to his cock. While
the knocking at our door continued and people hollered and yelled
through the doors, Stephen carefully unbuttoned my shirt and jeans and
slowly peeled me out of my clothes. The two of us for the first time
stood naked, face to face, cocks aroused. In that moment nothing else
and no one else mattered as we stroked, kissed and hugged eachother. We
held eachother close for several hours that evening.
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