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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!