Speed Humps Ahead

The following day was actually pretty boring. Scott was, of course, very busy with the hazing and initiation but my part in the program would not come until much later that evening. I still hadn’t been given an opportunity to get a look at the group of pledges that I’d be “entertaining” later and there was little for me to do but sit in Scott’s room and read or watch TV until the time came for my active participation in the initiation.

Finally, Scott came into the room and told me it was time to get ready. He suggested I wear my jeans but remove my shirt. I was led to a large room in the basement of the House and shown a chair that was almost backed against a wall and sitting across the room from the door that I was informed where the Pledges would enter from in a few minutes. I took my seat and accepted the encouragement from the members of the committee who were going to be present in the room to supervise this part of the initiation. That group, of course, included Scott.

About ten minutes later I heard a loud knock on the door followed by some words being hollered that I couldn’t make out through the closed door, apparently some pre-ordained part of the whole ritual. The Pledges entered the room in a single file line and after parading in a complete lap around the room which passed directly in front of me, they were lined up against the wall that I was facing so that I had a good look at all of them. They were dressed only in underpants and white socks which made it clear that they were a distinctly superior group of physical specimens as Scott had solemnly promised they would be. There were a couple that I might not have chosen to approach if I’d seen them loitering against a wall in the darkened back room of an adult book store where the 25 cent peep show booths were located, or if they were passing back and forth in front of the door of my private room at the baths (which gives you an idea how I used to spend much of my leisure time back in those wonderful pre-HIV days when I was their age) but there was no one in the entire line that I would consider “unattractive” and felt totally uncomfortable about getting up close and personal with.

Scott’s Fraternity really was very prestigious and they didn’t accept just anyone who pledged. I high per centage of the members were college athletes, many of them on full scholarships to participate in one collegiate sport or another and they had bodies that bragged of their athletic prowess. I was sure I could probably pick out the athletes from the line of hot young men (which probably would have comprised about 75% of the group) and that I could also probably accurately guess which sport most of them specialized in and possibly even what position they played. Even the non-athletes were exceptional; some of them were among the hottest in the group. I knew from Scott’s description of the Pledge class that they couldn’t cater exclusively to the premier athletes, but had to also recruit some of the more academic scholars so that they could keep the grade point average of the frat at a high level which was a part of their national charter. The way he had explained it to me, they gifted athletes who were also above average academically and their secondary choice of recruits were very strong scholars but also participated in intramural activities and were hardly the nerdy or geek types that many associate with those Valedictorian types.

They were a very impressive group of young studs as they stood their lined against that wall while receiving instructions for what was to happen next in their initiation. I would guess they ranged in height anywhere from about 6 foot 9 inches to 5 foot 7 inches in height. Most of them had muscular bodies or at least well honed, athletic ones. Some had obviously spent countless hours in a gym somewhere, perfecting their physiques. Others displayed different body types; swimmers or runners. The one young man who literally stood out in the crowd at 6 foot 9 inches was obviously a basketball star. He was very thin but still very hot and sexy looking (he also appeared to have the biggest basket in his boxer briefs). The University would surely try to pack weight onto his frame in an effort to make him into a great center or power forward, but I thought he was just fine the way he looked for the purposes of what I was doing their. I had two studs pegged as country boys who had probably never set foot in a gym but had strong, well toned, muscular builds from throwing around hay bales or other such chores while growing up and working hard on a farm somewhere. The two who I find least appealing of the group were a little heavier; not at all fat or overweight, but heavier than I normally preferred. I guessed them to be too small to be linemen on the football team; definitely too small for the offensive line but maybe a middle linebacker or possibly wrestlers in one of the heavier weight classes. I thought I could pick out the more scholarly kids in the bunch too. A couple of them were bespectacled (which wasn’t al that made me think they looked highly intelligent) and very hot looking. One of them may have actually been both, a very gifted athlete on a full athletic scholarship and also one who had graduated at or near the very top of his high school class.

There were blonds and brunettes, and a couple redheads. Some were pale skinned and others were very swarthy and a bit “ethnic” looking. Most of them possessed smooth bodies that were anywhere from completely to mostly free of hair in all but a couple of very discreet places, but others were moderately to very hairy on at least one or two parts of their bodies. There were piercing, dark eyes that I could see looking over at me occasionally as they were still being given their instructions and there were bright, blue eyes along with many other colors; at least one must have been wearing contact lenses because I thought his eyes were much too hauntingly beautiful in color to be a natural phenomenon.

Things became a lot more interesting when the lads were instructed to remove their underwear and stand quietly, looking straight ahead.

There were long cocks; short cocks . . . fat cocks and skinny cocks. Some were straight as an arrow while others were bent or curved; one was so pronounced that you might have even called it “hooked”. They came in more than one color and many varying shades. There was a delectable assortment of clipped rods, each with its own distinct character as far as size and shape as far as knobs; and there was an equally varied array of penises that I choose to refer to as “au naturel” with foreskins galore to suit any taste. The one thing that all of these cocks had in common was that they were ALL mine!

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The Pledges were instructed to line up directly in front of me and wait their turn to have their dick sucked. I won’t tell you exactly how many young cocks were lined up waiting for me to give them my best blow job, an experience that for most of them I suspected was their first from a man and possibly the first sexual contact of any kind that they had ever had with another male, but I will tell you that there were more than a dozen. It was a large Fraternity. The first lad in line was one of the shortest of the group and could probably best be described as cute. Not only was he short and slender, but he looked to be younger than his age of 18. What really made him seem so cute was the shyness that I saw in his eyes. It must have been very difficult for him to have to go first, knowing that all of his buddies were looking on. He was a blond haired, blue eyed little guy with a nice, well toned but slender body. My guess was that he was probably not one of the athletes in the group and it wouldn’t surprise if that’s why the alpha male jocks had managed to arrange for him to break the ice for them. He was too short for me to comfortably remain seated in my assigned chair, so I dropped to my knees in front of him and immediately took his cock into my mouth, which brought hoots and hollers from his mates before they were quickly quieted by the Frat brothers.

That cute, little blond was responsible for my first surprise of the day. While Scott and I had been discussing his plans to have his pledges blown one by one as part of their rites of initiation, and negotiating about whether or not I would agree to be that cock sucker, I had warned him of many problems that I could foresee. First, I informed him, even if you can insure that your guys will cooperate and submit to placing their cocks in another man’s mouth as you seem confident that you can do, having them respond and perform successfully could be another problem altogether. We were both ready to assume and take for granted that most, if not all, of his young Pledges would be straight (100% straight or pretty close to that). I wasn’t at all sure that his straight boys could easily become aroused and maybe some would not be aroused at all over the thought of a guy swinging on the end of their dick. Also, I had learned during my time served in the Navy, when I attended “Live Sex Shows” at a club in King’s Cross, Sydney, Australia that most men suffer from “performance anxiety” and are unable to achieve or maintain a hard on in front of an audience. Much to my surprise at the time, I discovered that the widely advertised “Live Sex Shows” which so many strip clubs boast of depend upon audience participation. When it’s time for the aforementioned Live Sex Shows, one of the female strippers coax men to come up on stage and form the other half of the couple to perform the show. At that time, the audience was made up mostly of Sailors, like me, from many different countries who were in port to celebrate a major event in Sydney. Although I would hear many of my fellow Sailors bragging the morning after about what a great show they had put on at one club or another when they fucked some stripper senseless up on stage, I had never witnessed one member of the audience have any success and no one I talked to who had been in other strip clubs witnessed anything that I hadn’t seen with my own eyes. Many guys couldn’t even get a decent erection while the stripper was blowing them on stage and those who did quickly went limp when they attempted to mount her in front of the glaring crowd and failed miserably to complete the act. I’d advised Scott that if a bunch of Horny Sailors who had been at sea for a long time and hadn’t had any sexual outlet couldn’t overcome the pressure and maintain an erection long enough to penetrate a female, I had little confidence that his boys would do any better getting their dick sucked by a man while their friends looked on. Of course many of those Sailors were pretty shit faced at the time, but you don’t think the Frat initiation suffered from any lack of alcohol consumption do you? Well, “Blondie” made a liar out of me right off the bat! Seconds after I took his limp, little dick between my lips and started sucking him, I could feel him growing harder and harder in my mouth. That shy youngster threw a bone in no time! His dick was still only 6 inches, hard, maybe a little more, and it wasn’t very thick but it surely did get about as hard as a dick can get. That only made it much easier for me to actually suck his little dick. I was sure from the way he had reacted to everything that he’d never let another man suck his cock before; and I even suspected there was a very good chance that his peter had never been sucked at all, by male or female. I even entertained thoughts that he reacted in such a way that I might have been the first person other than himself (or maybe his doctor) to have ever touched his fucking little dick. Well, as quick as he grew a hard on, I went to work, fellating him like a pro. That was just about more than the little guy could stand. He was still very shy and passive in his approach to what was probably the first blow job of his young life. He stood there like a rock, not even shuffling his feet, his hands straight down at his sides. I took him into my mouth as far as his cock could reach and bobbed up and down on his shaft a couple times, but when I started to really polish his knob and let my tongue start to flicker all over the head of his dick and play with his most sensitive parts, he quickly clenched both fists and went straight as a board as every muscle in his body stiffened almost as hard as his little pecker. When I reached down and began fondling his balls it was all over. He raised up on his tip toes and I started sucking harder while running my tongue in circles all around his hard, fleshy cock head. At that moment I looked up and saw that boy’s blue eyes roll back in his head and he moaned softly as his cock started to ooze his salty load onto my tongue. There wasn’t much force behind his ejaculation, at least from my point of view, but even though he was an oozer his little cock and balls created a respectable amount of very tasty jizz and the intensity of the orgasm (which I still believe may have been the first he experienced other than at his own hand) left him spent and he practically needed help just to walk back to the end of the line.

The next in line was nearly the exact opposite of “Little Blondie”; more in the mental aspects and his personality than his physical characteristics, which were also quite different. He was a 6 foot 2 inch, stud with black hair and deep, dark, brown eyes. His muscles weren’t exactly huge, but he definitely had muscles and they were hard and very well defined. His body had a much darker complexion than Blondie’s and if he wasn’t of Italian ancestry, my next guess would probably be Greek. His cock was longer and thicker than the young man who had cum before him, and this one was also uncut. I’m guessing he had enjoyed the show because he was a little more than half hard as he walked up to take his place in front of me. His foreskin had retracted to reveal a cock head that was growing darker in color but there was still just enough foreskin showing to make it very clear that he was uncircumcised. It was obvious by the way that he swaggered up to me that he was pure Alpha Male from head to toe. My guess was that this one was a football player. Whether he was slated to be the team’s quarterback of the future or play some other position in college I couldn’t be sure, but I’d have bet my travel expenses that this one had been the star quarterback and captain of his high school team. He was hot and he knew it!

His first mistake was in disrespecting me. It’s one thing to be all cocky and arrogant just because that’s the way you are but it’s another thing entirely to go out of your way to try and belittle someone in order to make yourself look like some kind of a big man. The real shame is that I would have really liked to have been able to treat him much nicer than I did. I think I would have enjoyed my time with a sexy young stud like him with that superb physique a lot more and I’m sure he would have enjoyed his blow job a lot more than he did.