Dave's Frat Initiation

Wait. They were still NAKED! Dave and Brian knew they would be secure in the woods, but when the sun came up the entire area would come alive with activity and the two would be trapped. They had only one awful, choice. They decided to walk back to the police station. It was not far from the campus. They walked and walked. Heads hung low,privates covered. They walked and walked. Nude. It might have been a twenty minute walk, but it felt like days. Dave could feel his bubbly backside flex up and down with every step.

The two arrived at the stationhouse only to find a middle-aged woman there with her head down, doing clerical work. She did not see the boys slowly march in. Dave was an intelligent young man, good in academics as well as athletics. For an eighteen year old he knew how to express himself well, when not overly emotional, such as when angry. (Remember the cursing scene). He knew how to handle himself in almost any kind of situation. That is, almost any kind. Not this.

Dave swallowed hard, coughed loudly, and, still with hands covering his manhood, spoke up. The lady looked up from her desk and her mouth and eyes popped wide open. Then she smiled. WOW! "Ah... excuse me ma'am....ahhh...we ummm....ma'am..we..ahh..umm..we would like...we would like....we....ma'am...MA"AM WE WOULD LIKE TO SURRENDER OURSELVES TO YOU!!!" The lady let out a holler, and promptly passed out. Gee wiz. Golly gee!! Now what? Fuck!!
This just wasn't Dave and Brian's night.

THE NEXT DAY

"That wasn't funny!!!!" Dave said these words in anger to Mike as the latter asked how he felt about last nights pledging ceremony. "I understand, dude, but you guys, you and Brian, brought some of it on yourselves, I mean, how did we know you two were about to run all the way across campus to your dorm? I mean, we would have given your clothes back soon." "What the fuck were we supposed to do, I mean, with half the campus around, staring at us and taking pictures, and fucking videos!?"

"Look, I know, and I don't blame you for being angry. It wasn't my idea about the video cameras, besides didn't me and the guys get all your clothes back to you at the police station?" "Yeah, the next day; I had to spend the night locked up with some old fart who was arrested for public drunkenness-and the police had just ran out of paper suits!!" "You don't mean you had to.." "Don't go there. I'm trying not to think about it," "Well, you have to admit, the cops, I heard, were really cool, I mean, well, they didn't do anything like strip search you guys or anything." "Hardy har har har!!"

Eventually, however, Dave and Brian, along with all the new pledges, settled down, and joined Mike, the fraternity captain, that night for some drinking, fun, and partying. All the boys got along real well, and Dave reflected that joining this frat was, after all, not such a bad decision. He and Brian, both rather good-looking lads, even scored with some hot chicks, the real reason they had for joining the frat.

As I mentioned earlier, Dave was a member of the soccer team. He had already been through the pre-season camp, and his coach, a short burly middle aged kind of guy was very impressed with his performance. It seemed that young Dave Schuster, an eighteen year old freshman, was well on his way to becoming team captain. He just seemed to have unstoppable athletic prowess. At six foot five, he was the tallest member on the team. His legs, long and strong, were extremely well muscled without being bulky. And his buttocks, if I may be allowed to say, were well-shaped and protruding for a white guy. He looked more like a basketball player that a soccer player, and on many a game, disproved the myth that "white men can't jump". As for Dave's appearance, he was a blond god. His hair he wore long, just over his ears, and his long stern face had a dignity beyond his years without sacrificing any of the natural beauty of youth. From head to toe Dave was just the sort that many of us secretly wished to be. 

"Good job, Dave, as usual." "Thanks, coach",replied Dave. The team had just finished another hot sweaty practice on that humid September day, and were walking back to the field house to shower and change. "Before you go inside I have something to say to all of you guys." Dave wondered what that could be. The coach, though fair, usually reserved his special announcements for when the team screwed something up, or he felt weren't trying hard enough. "A man has come over from the hospital, I think his name is...Dr. Sims, and he has volunteered to do your physical exams this year. As you know lately the university has been on a tight budget, so this is a big break for us. These exams are getting very expensive." Dave and the others nodded. "He is a little pressed for time so I decided to do some things to speed things along. First, after your shower don't bother drying off, just line up outside the shower room, it is warm enough there. You will not need towels. Just wait for Dr. Sims to call you and go to the separate, side locker room, one by one, to get examined. Be sure to be respectful; the doctor is taking out the time for this, we owe him a great deal of respect." The team, even Dave, nodded in the affirmative,(though embarrassed at nudity, Dave was trying extra hard to please the coach and make team captain).

The young men lined up outside the shower room, one by one, and waited each their turn. It seemed strange, but it would be over soon. One by one the lads would go through the door to the side locker room, spend a few minutes, then emerge, with red face and body and strangely, a hard on. Dave and the others were a bit nervous, waiting their turn, but figured it was just the effect of the hernia exam. Little did they know. "Next, please", it took a few seconds for Dave to realize that it was his turn. He opened the door and proceeded into the side room. 

The men's basketball team used an auxiliary locker room that was only large enough for a few people to stand in. It opened into a short walkway, across was the shower room. The soccer team, along with the other athletic teams, used the main, larger locker room. Inside Dave saw the doctor, a short thin man in a white lab coat with a stragely beard and thick glasses. There was an examination table set up in the room. Between the doctor, Dave, the table, and a chair, just about all the space in the tiny room was used. The doctor's head barely came to Dave's bald, smooth young chest. Looking up and down the doc could get a clear view of all of Dave.

"Let’s see, Dave Schuster, can you please sit on the table here." "Sure", the nude young athlete complied. The doctor then examined Dave's tonsils, looked in his eyes, and ran his fingers through the soccer player's long blond hair. "Just checking for head lice." Dave's pulse rate was checked. It seemed a little high. "I guess you are just a little nervous, aren't you?" "A little",Dave replied. "Well, you needn't be; you are a beautiful looking young man. You have nothing to be embarrassed about." This last remark made Dave embarrassed. His cheeks started to turn red (the ones on his FACE, more about the others later), his pulse was now really shooting sky high. "Now, let me see your feet." Dave lifted one foot, then the other. "Fine, now let me check your knees. Please stand up." Dave did so, and performed a few jumps for the doc, things were moving on Dave's body that normally were still when Dave had clothes on, if you get my drift. "Good,” said the doctor. "Now let me just examine you for body lice." The doctor picked up a small flashlight from his bag, and zeroed in on Dave's light brown pubic hair (several shades darker than the hair on Dave's head). Dave was now getting very uncomfortable.

"You have to look closely, crabs really can hide themselves from view very well", (at this point Dave wished he could be more like those crabs). "Oh, I see, there's one. You will need some powder." The doctor took what Dave assumed to be delousing powder out of his bag and proceeded to RUB IT into Dave's privates. (Ahh,...moan...was Dave's uncontrollable reaction. He was now mortified.) "Now, that wasn't so bad; I see you even have an erection coming on." (Please... did that fucking doc need to say that? thought Dave).

"Now, would you, Dave, please kneel on the table. I must do a rectal examination." (Pleeeeze, thought Dave!!!) "Don't worry; I have some lubricant in my bag. Just relax." Dave, hard on and all, turned around, and climbed on top of the table. On his knees and elbows, his long legs positioned his backside almost above the short doctor's head. "Good, that's good, perfect view. Just relax while I lubricate you." Dave's buttocks, partially open from his knee to elbow position, quivered slightly as the doc's fingers slowly caressed deep between these two magnificent, fleshy mounds of pure molten man-lust. Dave's ball sac rose tightly into a tight pouch as his penis became uncontrollably rock hard. Slowly the doc's fingers caressed toward the young student athlete's red and cherry like anus. Dave tightened his sphincter muscles, but the doctor continued his caress and gradually Dave's anus loosened. "Good, good, just relax. Good."

The doctor then inserted his middle finger into Dave's anus. He applied a gentle pressure that finally brought his entire finger all of the way inside into Dave's rectum. Hemorrhoids could be felt and even Dave's prostate. Without meaning it, Dave let out an uncontrollable moan. The doctor then began probing with his index finger as well. Two fingers into the now loosened anus of the young, gorgeous, homophobic athlete. Dave felt his bowels start to release. "Ahh....Doc...I...I...I think that I Have To....you know...take a...take a crap." "Don't worry; that won't happen." The doc's reassurance did nothing for Dave, who definitely by now felt a large turd coming on. And the doc was now feeling Dave's scrotum and penis along with his anus!! The penis was rock hard, the foreskin receded, but the doctor had to examine there anyway. "There are a lot of germs there; I want to be sure to conduct a thorough examination." Dave just nodded; he was too mortified to say anything.

Outside the coach stood. About half the team had had their physicals and were getting dressed to leave. A few had left already. He then received a call on his cell phone. "Hello, coach Brine, this is Sergeant Jones from security, it seems that there is some pervert hanging around college campuses in the area. Yeah, he tries to gain access to student athletes. Sometimes he poses as a doctor, I think a doctor Sims. If you see him give us a call. But don't let him anywhere near your athletes. He's a real pervert." The coach's jaw just dropped. He ran inside to see where the "doctor" was.

"Guys, listen up, look that team doctor is a phony, just got off the phone from security. Where is he???" The several naked soccer players just stood there, dumbfounded, "Uhh..coach, he's in the side locker room with Dave. Been there ten minutes already!" The coach promptly kicked open the locker room door, only to find the "doctor" with three fingers in Dave's ass, licking Dave's butt, and fondling his balls. "YOU FUCKING PERVERT!!!" The coach lurched foreword, but Dave's body blocked him. Dave looked up...WHAT THE FUCK!!!! Out came the phony's hand, along with lots of shit from Dave's lubed asshole. Dave, enraged, swung widely in the cramped room, but hit the coach instead, knocking him out, cold. Seeing an opportunity (after all, that was this guys specialty), the phony doc ran out past four or five nude young college soccer players standing outside. They hesitated, and in the few seconds they took to act, gave the little pervert time to run past them outside in the hallway. "Fucking pervert someone shouted....I knew it I knew it.....lets get that fucking faggot sonofabitch!!" Dave shouted, and took the lead in giving chase. The other guys took Dave's lead.

Outside the skinny little middle-aged man ran fast as he could. He knew that he had several enraged strong young men after him. Keep running he thought, faster, faster. The chase continued. The young men were closing fast on the little pervert when someone shouted, maybe one of the girls,"hey, it’s the soccer team....hey that’s Dave Schuster.....WOW!!....soccer team players...NUDE!!!..YEEESSSS!!!!" 

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!,we forgot we are NAKED!!" No choice, about face, run for cover. 

By the way, Dave Schuster never did make team captain. The coach was too pissed off at having his nose busted by him. Too bad. He had such good form, bad joke.