Senior Team Initiation (MF)
Category: Male-Female
Author: Maloney
Age: 22
Comments: ~no comments
(The author of this story submitted it to Solo. It was not published there for one reason or another.)
There is a lot of coverage in newspapers and on TV these days about "hazing" and "frosh week". It seems that most adults want to shut all this type of behaviour down while kids just don't seem to care one way or the other. I went through an experience about eight years ago and, while I was pretty embarrassed, I survived the experience.
When I was 14 I belonged to a community center with a huge sports facility. In those days I lived to play basketball and was so proud that I was a starter on the junior team. Our club had six teams, three for boys and three for girls, one of each in the Pee Wee (mostly 11 and 12 year olds), junior (13 to 15 years old), and Senior (15 and 16 year olds) divisions. We played our games every Saturday starting with the Pee Wees and ending with the Seniors girls and then boys game.
I had started as a PeeWee but had graduated to the Junior team when I was just 13. This did not happen to many guys at that age but I had experienced a good growth spurt and, hey, I was a pretty good player. My ambition, like a lot of Juniors, was to be one of the first to get 'promoted' to the Senior's team. If you made the Senior team you would get to hang out with the older guys and girls, and well, sort of become a big shot. I was growing pretty good and was as tall as some of the seniors already. I was also a better ball player them some of them so I was burning to make the leap up.
There was a tradition in the club that if you went from the Junior to Senior team in the middle of the year you would have to get initiated. The stories of what would happen to you were pretty wild and, I will admit, kind of scared me, After all, who wants their pubes shaved by a bunch of guys with very little experience with a razor. Some of the stories of what had happened to guys in the past were so outrageous as to be unbelievable. My best friend Bob's older brother had been on the Senior Team a couple of years before and he said we shouldn't worry...that they just paraded you around in your shorts or jock strap so the girls teams could have a laugh. I was determined that I wasn't going to scared away from my goal. After all, I had a pretty good body from working out so, if it happened I wouldn't be too embarrassed.
Well, it finally happened. One Saturday in February I got the call. I seem to remember that a couple of the seniors were sick or something so I got my big chance. I was so excited that I almost peed my pants. I had been trying to date a couple of the girls who were on the Junior team and this would be my chance to win their hearts. I have to say that I played well. Twelve points, lots of offensive board work...I figured a pretty respectable showing for a rookie!
We won the game and, I must admit, I completely forgot all about the initiation tradition as we ran yelling and cheering back to our dressing room. I was soon to be reminded.
As soon as we got into the dressing room the team pounced on me. They stripped me down to my jock strap, blindfolded me, and tied my hands in front of me with a towel and a rope. I knew that it would be no use begging or pleading...this was going to happen. So, I was determined to endure with a smile on my face, not resist too much, and hopefully they would tire of the game soon enough. I also figured that having a few girls see my butt through my jock strap was a fate far better than having a bunch of pumped up guys learning how to use a Bic on my parts. Besides, it had taken me 14 years to grow that little patch...I didn't want to lose it.
Well, they stood me up on the janitor's cart and pushed me down the halls. I could hear the odd giggle as we passed some girls but I just kept smiling. I might not have been so carefree if I had known our destination. We finally slowed down and Mike, the captain, wished me good luck. Then, with a loud roar and lots of laughter they pushed me through the door and into the girls locker room. The first thing that hit me was the heat from the showers, and then the noise.I knew immediately where I was. Girls talking and shrieking....lots of girls...lots and lots of girls!! And guess what..they were waiting for me. I recognized the loudest voice as Linda who was the redheaded captain of the senior teams. She yelled to the others to give me a tour so I was lead around the dressing room by the rope. I could tell from the voices that all three girls teams were in the room. I was horrified. Christ...girls as young as 12 were looking at my ass and my almost exposed body. Some hands were feeling my butt as I was lead along and, judging from the laughing and giggling, I was the only one not enjoying this! Finally, I heard Linda telling everyone to grab their shampoo and head for the showers. As I was being lead in all I could think of was that my white jock might become a see through if it got wet! What an idiot I was. At that point in my young life I was not very experienced with girls and I was certainly not aware that they can be ten times worse than boys when they gang up. The rope was tossed over an overhead pipe and so my hands were raised up over my head. The water was running and it seemed like everyone was pouring shampoo or soap on me and rubbing their hands over my back and chest. Now, the thought of twenty young girls sharing a shower with me might be a huge turn on for me now, I can assure you that it was not back then! I was terrified and somewhat disoriented. I was in the middle of a feeding frenzy. Then, I heard the six words that froze my blood and stopped my heart.." I WANT TO SEE HIS COCK". Within two seconds my jock was ripped off and I was completely naked!, For the first time since I was seven I was naked in public...and for the first time ever there were hands all over my dick, balls, and ass. In a nanosecond I became as hard as a rock, and in about twenty seconds (or faster) I came like a race horse! I could hear lots of "oohhs and ahhhs" and the sounds of girls giggling. I could distinctly hear Pattie, one of the two girls I had been hitting on, make a comment on how hard it felt. My head was swimming. For the next five minutes everyone who wanted to had their turn to feel me and of course, I became hard again. So, with my probe sticking out in front, they wheeled me back down the corridors (so any girls not on the teams could have a look) and returned me to the boy's locker room.
The rest of the evening was a blur. We always had a dance on Saturdays after the games and that night every girl who passed in front of me would smile or laugh and make some comment about my dick. Needless to say, I got over it. I kind of wore the experience like a badge of honor and, after all, hey...I was on the senior team!
Author: Maloney
Age: 22
Comments: ~no comments
(The author of this story submitted it to Solo. It was not published there for one reason or another.)
There is a lot of coverage in newspapers and on TV these days about "hazing" and "frosh week". It seems that most adults want to shut all this type of behaviour down while kids just don't seem to care one way or the other. I went through an experience about eight years ago and, while I was pretty embarrassed, I survived the experience.
When I was 14 I belonged to a community center with a huge sports facility. In those days I lived to play basketball and was so proud that I was a starter on the junior team. Our club had six teams, three for boys and three for girls, one of each in the Pee Wee (mostly 11 and 12 year olds), junior (13 to 15 years old), and Senior (15 and 16 year olds) divisions. We played our games every Saturday starting with the Pee Wees and ending with the Seniors girls and then boys game.
I had started as a PeeWee but had graduated to the Junior team when I was just 13. This did not happen to many guys at that age but I had experienced a good growth spurt and, hey, I was a pretty good player. My ambition, like a lot of Juniors, was to be one of the first to get 'promoted' to the Senior's team. If you made the Senior team you would get to hang out with the older guys and girls, and well, sort of become a big shot. I was growing pretty good and was as tall as some of the seniors already. I was also a better ball player them some of them so I was burning to make the leap up.
There was a tradition in the club that if you went from the Junior to Senior team in the middle of the year you would have to get initiated. The stories of what would happen to you were pretty wild and, I will admit, kind of scared me, After all, who wants their pubes shaved by a bunch of guys with very little experience with a razor. Some of the stories of what had happened to guys in the past were so outrageous as to be unbelievable. My best friend Bob's older brother had been on the Senior Team a couple of years before and he said we shouldn't worry...that they just paraded you around in your shorts or jock strap so the girls teams could have a laugh. I was determined that I wasn't going to scared away from my goal. After all, I had a pretty good body from working out so, if it happened I wouldn't be too embarrassed.
Well, it finally happened. One Saturday in February I got the call. I seem to remember that a couple of the seniors were sick or something so I got my big chance. I was so excited that I almost peed my pants. I had been trying to date a couple of the girls who were on the Junior team and this would be my chance to win their hearts. I have to say that I played well. Twelve points, lots of offensive board work...I figured a pretty respectable showing for a rookie!
We won the game and, I must admit, I completely forgot all about the initiation tradition as we ran yelling and cheering back to our dressing room. I was soon to be reminded.
As soon as we got into the dressing room the team pounced on me. They stripped me down to my jock strap, blindfolded me, and tied my hands in front of me with a towel and a rope. I knew that it would be no use begging or pleading...this was going to happen. So, I was determined to endure with a smile on my face, not resist too much, and hopefully they would tire of the game soon enough. I also figured that having a few girls see my butt through my jock strap was a fate far better than having a bunch of pumped up guys learning how to use a Bic on my parts. Besides, it had taken me 14 years to grow that little patch...I didn't want to lose it.
Well, they stood me up on the janitor's cart and pushed me down the halls. I could hear the odd giggle as we passed some girls but I just kept smiling. I might not have been so carefree if I had known our destination. We finally slowed down and Mike, the captain, wished me good luck. Then, with a loud roar and lots of laughter they pushed me through the door and into the girls locker room. The first thing that hit me was the heat from the showers, and then the noise.I knew immediately where I was. Girls talking and shrieking....lots of girls...lots and lots of girls!! And guess what..they were waiting for me. I recognized the loudest voice as Linda who was the redheaded captain of the senior teams. She yelled to the others to give me a tour so I was lead around the dressing room by the rope. I could tell from the voices that all three girls teams were in the room. I was horrified. Christ...girls as young as 12 were looking at my ass and my almost exposed body. Some hands were feeling my butt as I was lead along and, judging from the laughing and giggling, I was the only one not enjoying this! Finally, I heard Linda telling everyone to grab their shampoo and head for the showers. As I was being lead in all I could think of was that my white jock might become a see through if it got wet! What an idiot I was. At that point in my young life I was not very experienced with girls and I was certainly not aware that they can be ten times worse than boys when they gang up. The rope was tossed over an overhead pipe and so my hands were raised up over my head. The water was running and it seemed like everyone was pouring shampoo or soap on me and rubbing their hands over my back and chest. Now, the thought of twenty young girls sharing a shower with me might be a huge turn on for me now, I can assure you that it was not back then! I was terrified and somewhat disoriented. I was in the middle of a feeding frenzy. Then, I heard the six words that froze my blood and stopped my heart.." I WANT TO SEE HIS COCK". Within two seconds my jock was ripped off and I was completely naked!, For the first time since I was seven I was naked in public...and for the first time ever there were hands all over my dick, balls, and ass. In a nanosecond I became as hard as a rock, and in about twenty seconds (or faster) I came like a race horse! I could hear lots of "oohhs and ahhhs" and the sounds of girls giggling. I could distinctly hear Pattie, one of the two girls I had been hitting on, make a comment on how hard it felt. My head was swimming. For the next five minutes everyone who wanted to had their turn to feel me and of course, I became hard again. So, with my probe sticking out in front, they wheeled me back down the corridors (so any girls not on the teams could have a look) and returned me to the boy's locker room.
The rest of the evening was a blur. We always had a dance on Saturdays after the games and that night every girl who passed in front of me would smile or laugh and make some comment about my dick. Needless to say, I got over it. I kind of wore the experience like a badge of honor and, after all, hey...I was on the senior team!
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