High School Rowing Team - Part 1

It was a chilly fall morning, the leaves still hung green on the trees. Light fog was rising off the warm water of the river, yet it reflected the green of the trees and the blue gray sky like a mirror. I walked down the curving railroad tie stairs to the back of the boathouse. As I rounded the corner, the block wall gave way to a dozen-garage door, some open some still closed. A team was walking their very long boat down to the small wooden dock floating on the river. They carried it on their shoulders, all eight of them stepping in time. The boat gave a light bounce as the trudged their way down to the awaiting river. I kept walking down to find the rest of the boat bays recessed back farther directly under the boathouse. The house stood above the other few bays looking down upon them, keeping a watchful eye on the teams as the go through their morning stretch in front of the bays. The boathouse’s roof gleamed a freshly painted blue to match the clearing sky. Above the noise of the other teams talking, the banging of the oars against the dock as the team just minutes ago walking to the dock shoves off. “Stephen” pierces the air and breaks the splendor of the morning. My newly acquired friend Matt was standing in the door of the of our teams bay. You see it is my freshman year of high school. It was a very reputable high school, catholic of course. All of the public schools in the area were less than civil anymore. I had chose Western Catholic because it was an all boys’ school, the only one left in the area. We had only a few weeks of school when one of the guys I had a few classes with invited me to join the crew team. Like any other person I hadn’t the foggiest idea of what a crew team was. After the usual speech which I was sure he had repeated a thousand times before my recital. As I quickly picked up it was a rowing team. I was handed a small envelope of pictures, the pictures were of various meets the team had attended the year before. I must confess the prospect of rowing a boat down a river did not appeal to me as much as the uniforms caught my attention. I had just admitted to myself that I was gay, it hadn’t been easy. I quickly signed up for the team once I had taken a good look at the guys in the pictures. Once I finished filling out all the necessary information I was told to report the next morning before school started for an orientation and first practice of the year.

Matt stood there looking as cute as he ever did. He was wearing a pair of blue nylon shorts that stopped a third of the way down his thighs, his golden tanned muscular legs stretched down to a pair of white socks and dirty white shoes that had visibly been well broken in. His shirt was a plain white T-shirt that was just a little bit too small for him and showed off his very developed chest. His biceps stretched his sleeves as they exited the white of his shirt. He had obviously started puberty early, though you wouldn’t have known it to look at his face. Dark hair topped his head, a slight wave was noticeable from his forehead to the back of his head. His eyes gaze out of his golden skin, a piercing blue. All this framed by a very strong jaw line, just reminiscent of Brad Pitt. Such a man so young, yet it was obvious that he had never put a razor to his face yet. Very light fuzz was noticeable if the light hit him just right. Waving he motioned me to come up to the bay and meet the other team members. The coach approached me and introduced himself,

“Glenn Harrish, very nice to meet you, you must be Stephen Carson correct?” he said with a strong deep voice.

“Yes” I replied looking up at him, I had always considered myself tall, at a sizable six foot three inches, yet Mr. Harrish towered above me. He had to be around six foot seven or more, and had been very muscular in his time. Now it was covered here and there by the dreaded effects of aging, a little fat here, still none there. Yet he was still a younger man, most likely in his late twenties, yet had lost most of his hair. A dark ring of hair ringed his head, and reminded me of my grandfather. Before I was introduced to the rest of the team I was given a quick tour of the bay. The boats were stacked three high, the forty foot eight man boats were stacked on the left side and the smaller two and four man boats were stacked four high on the right side of the bay. A small workbench stood at the back, the legs still shiny topped with piles of parts. The bay itself was probably twenty feet high and only half as wide, yet extend like a giant cavern under the boathouse into the hillside. I walked out into the sunlight to meet the rest of the team. The names were rattled off so quickly I couldn’t keep up. The added distraction of the muscles combined with the very pleasing faces did nothing for the names rolling off the tongue of Mr. Harrish. I noticed that none of the other team members were wearing anything that resembled the tight uniforms that were in the pictures. I was a little distraught that we wouldn’t be practicing in the uniforms as well. A few of the new guys stood out like sore thumbs, as much as I did I’m sure, we were wearing spandex bicycling shorts. The rest of the team how ever was wearing some type of shorts and T-shirts.

As we started to stretch out before we hit the water I was amazed at how muscular the juniors and seniors were. There was only a few sophomores and then us freshman. As were stretching Mr. Harrish told us that we would row in the fall race, the Head of the Allegheny. After that race he would be forced to drop a few of us due to the number that wanted to join the team. There were a few guys that from their appearance I knew weren’t going to make it, especially considering the top physical shape of the upper classmen present. We finished our stretching session and soon hit the water. It was much more complicated than I would have thought. We barely made our way up and down the river before we put in. The boat that I saw carried down so effortlessly, like a giant feather on the teams shoulder, was much heavier than I had imagined. We were barely able to carry it up the small grade from the dock to the boat house. As instructed we set the boat down upside-down on wooden horses and wiped the boat down before it was put away. I made my way upstairs to the showers with the rest of the team. As I walked in to the locker room I could smell that ever popular odor of the locker room. A few guys were getting undressed, but all the of the upper class men had kept their underwear on and with a swipe of deodorant under the arm the finished dressing for school. Donning the ever popular catholic school uniform. Shirts, ties, dress pants, dress shoes, and don’t forget the belt. I was thankful that we weren’t required to wear blazers with the school emblem on it like commonly thought of in all boys schools. Us freshmen undressed and hit the showers.

As I walked into the seam filled room I pulled the towel from my waist and hung it on one of the abundant hooks. The sound of the water splashing around and a few voices strengthened as I rounded the corner. I was taken aback by the beautiful sight of all the young men showering. I felt like I was watching a movie that this wasn’t really happening. My heart raced as I walked up to an empty showerhead and turned the knobs to the desired temperature. I couldn’t help but look and see Matt standing two heads down. There was no body in-between us so I grabbed a quick glance when ever I could. Trying not to give my secret away. Hanging there was a cock that must have been seven inches long, and it wasn’t even erect. His balls were tight up against his cock like two budding crab apples waiting to fall from the tree. The color of his genitals barley matched the color of his skin. The golden brown abruptly stopped to his natural white of his skin. Just above was a small patch of thin brown hair that had no doubt just grown over the last year. His tan line appeared to be painted on him, just above his pubic hair it ringed his waist all the way around to his boyish bubble butt. The tan line stopped just as abruptly at on his thighs what seemed no more than six or seven inches from his genitals. His deeply cut golden brown abdominal muscles cased his entire stomach, with one cut on either side extending from each hip down under his balls. Michelangleo could not have chiseled a body any better himself. I glanced at the other guys showering before I finished. There was quite a mix of penises and balls, I had seen so many different types in pictures before, but never in real life like this. A few guys were less than endowed, but most were average size. There was an abundance of low hanging balls, a few almost seemed to stretch to the ground. There was one guy who obviously hadn’t hit puberty yet, there was no sign of hair in his crotch, and his genitals were dwarfed in comparison to the rest of the group. I was satisfied at what I saw and headed off to the lockers to get dressed.

I got dressed and went to the sinks to comb my hair. I briefly glanced at myself agreeing with what I saw as I put some hair spray to hold it in position. I had fairly long straight dark brown hair, parted in the center. My blue eyes stared back at me as I finished tying my tie. I followed Matt out to the bus that waited to take us to school. Matt and I held several conversations about the morning’s events while on the way. I had learned a lot in that period of time. He had been on a private rowing team in seventh grade. His parents were quite wealthy from what I had gathered, as were most that sent their children to such a prestigious school. He was enthralled by lifting and working on his body. I couldn’t believe that one could have such a body as such a young age. I was terribly jealous I do admit. Rumbling and creaking could barely be heard above the talking on the bus. We wound our way through the city streets and traffic to arrive at school. The school stood on a busy downtown street. Surrounded by large modern buildings it seemed brutally out of place. The four-story structure reminds me more of a monastery than a school. Towers adorned the front entrance and reached high above the roofline. A large spire topped the center of the roof, and seemed to loom over the students as they walked to the front doors keeping an ever-watchful eye.

Several weeks had passed and Matt and I had grown to be very good friends. We had also befriended Chris, another guy on the rowing team. Chris was much smaller in stature probably around five foot seven, very thin but still attractive. He had long curly blonde hair that sat just above his collar in accordance with school dress code. His brown eyes sat just under his boyish face. He had a soft jaw centered by a small mouth with deep red lips. His skin was pale in comparison to the two of us. It was obvious that he spent his time indoors over the summer unlike Matt and myself. The Head of the Allegheny was only a few days away. We were all extremely excited about the events that were to come. The coach had said to us that he expected we would make the cut, after we voiced our concern about making the team. The other students didn’t think much of the crew team, we were mostly called fags and the gay team. I was disappointed in that I had hoped the school would more open being that it was an all boy’s school, I was sorely disappointed. A few other acquaintances in morning homeroom were eager to ask us about any initiation rituals associated with joining the crew team. I dismissed it all, as the usual rumors that surround something that people don’t quite comprehend. This was reinforced by the fact that I didn’t even know what crew was until I had started here. The short of it was that there was some supposed hazing along with a lot of alcohol consumption. I had doubted this from looking at the older members of the team. There was defiantly no room for beer guts in this sport.

The day of the race had finally come. I had met Matt early at the boathouse to talk and work off some off the nervousness that preceded anything that carried as much weight as this did. The course was a lot longer than we had expected. Mr. Harrish had explained that there was a difference between headraces and sprints. Headraces were timed longer courses involving two to three boats at a time. Where the sprints where shorter courses and there were multiple heats, with the winning boat progressing to the final race. The sprints were more enjoyable and exciting, as you would know if you had won once you crossed the finish line. The other teams had started to arrive at the boathouse and soon a flurry of activity surrounded the area. The race not only included high school teams but college and adult teams as well in their respective category. Their seemed to be thousands of people on the island that the boathouse resided on. The boathouse and docks sat on the back channel of the main river, on the other side of the island is the main river where the entire racecourse is set up. I marveled at all the muscles that were present. Beautiful expanses of gorgeous men from one end of this mile long island to the other. They were either wearing spandex racing singlets, or tight spandex rowing shorts and racing Henley’s. In any case the abundance of spandex was incredible. There was not one person that did not due the cloth justice. Incredible packages perfectly outlined, ever hair and ripple of the skin was visible through the straining cloth.

As our race time neared the excitement grew. All the guys in our boat were new to this, all except Matt that is. Matt kept Chris and I calm before the race. I was amazed at how he managed to stay so calm. We walked our boat down to the dock, hurried by the dock master to shove off so the next boat could launch. Rowed up river above the starting line and waited to be called to the start line. The secret that I was soon to learn was that everybody must be as one person rowing. We all must move on the slide together, every blade must strike the water at the precise time. The horn blew from the launch to our right and we were off. It was terrible the only ones that were in sync was Matt, Chris and I. We had listened to Matt’s and the coaches suggestions, we faired well. The boat as whole did horrible. We crossed the line with a time that was three minutes slower than the rest of the boats in our category. To give you an example the difference between first and second place was one one-hundredth of a second. I quickly gave up the beautiful view of the teams coming and going from the dock. I made my way painfully to the other side of the island and found a nice shady spot under an oak tree. I sat with a bottle of water and an orange watching the boats fly down the course. I tried to ignore the pain I was in from the race. Every single muscle in my body felt as if a blowtorch had been set on each one. Matt quickly joined me. He said that the coach wanted to see us all in twenty minutes.

We gathered in the front lawn of the boathouse. Fashionably late Mr. Harrish arrived. We all took a seat to hear the speech and much-awaited cut. Mr. Harrish was also an English teacher at the school and had a flair for the dramatic.

“I just want to say that you guys did better than I expected” Mr. Harrish announced with an ear to ear grin. “As I explained to you all before” his voice growing a bit somber “I cannot take you all in. I only have enough room to take six of you. It has been a very hard decision which two of you to cut.” I was so nervous by this time I could barley take it. With the raise of an eyebrow the roster lowered and he started down the list “Matt, Chris, Brian, Seth, Stephen and Mark, congratulations you guys made it on the team” I was so excited I couldn’t contain it. We both looked at each other and screamed like two school girls. Mr. Harrish just gave us an odd look and shook his head. The two that had been cut quickly left and headed for their parents. Mr. Harrish quickly announced before the rest of us ran off “make sure you all get in touch with Jeff” the team captain. “I’m sure he will be holding a party tonight to induct you into the team, now get out of here, there won’t be practice for two weeks. I’ll get in touch with you all at school.”

“I can’t believe it” I exclaimed to Matt, “this is fantastic. I was so worried I would be cut.” Matt just looked at me and gave me a stern look of disbelief.

“Come on your tall, well built, and obviously have the rhythm to row.” He said with a look in his eye. I was taken aback by this look, could he actually be gay. I quickly dismissed it as wishful thinking. We made our way around the back to meet Jeff. Jeff was seated on the one-foot lip that led into the bay.

As we approached he said, “Matt and Stephen right?”

“Yes” we both exclaimed.

“Well here is the deal,” he said with conviction. “Every year we have a party to induct the new members, kind of a ritual that was started years ago. You will get drunk” he said with an evil smile “so make sure that you will be able to stay over, we don’t need you getting in trouble with your parents.” He handed us each a sheet of paper with scribbling of directions on it. “Now make sure your at my place by eight o’clock, My parents aren’t home, so don’t worry about that. Ok?”

“We will be their, no doubt in that” I said with a huge simile on my face.

“Alright I will see you boys there, make sure your rested up, and may I remind you that everything that goes on at this party stays between us, no one can know.” He gave us each a stern look before he got up and started to walk towards the back of the bay.

We both walked away with what I am sure were the largest smiles in history. “I’ll see you there at the party” Matt said as he walked towards his parents.

“Hell yeah” I screamed in return as I headed the other direction. When I reached my parents I couldn’t wait to tell them what had just transpired. I told them about the party and how we had to be at Jeff’s house at eight. Of course I left out the part about the alcohol and the secrecy surrounding the party.

I went home, took a well-deserved shower and fell sound asleep on the couch. It was around five when my mom woke me up. I ate dinner, not knowing if there was going to be food there or not. I figured that it would be better to be full and eat a little than hungry and no food. After dinner I sprinted up the stairs to my room. I must to have gone through every piece of Abercombie clothes that I owned trying to find the perfect outfit for the night. Nothing was said about dress so I figured the dress would be informal. I picked out a nice T-shirt that hugged just the right parts. It had these dark green sleeves and the rest was a dark yellow. With a pair of blue oversized shorts I thought I looked pretty damn good. I checked myself out in the mirror before heading to the bathroom to finish off with the hair. I loved the muscle shirts from Abercrombie they made my arms look so much bigger, accentuated my chest, and you could just see the top of my six pack. I rushed to the bathroom and combed my hair, a little hair spray and I was off to the party.

Of course I couldn’t get away without the routine warnings from my mother, the no drinking, no drugs policy definitely applied. We arrived at the front of this huge house on the outskirts of town, one of the better neighborhoods. The mansion stood four stories high, all older brick with some vines crawling up the sides. The house looked like it belonged in the English countryside than on the outskirts of a north eastern city. I was left with the ever popular “Be careful” as I exited the car. As my usual response to that came by a waive of the hand as I approached the gigantic wooden doors. I gave the knocker a few good bangs and then turned around to watch my mom pull down the circular drive, zigzagging around the BMW’s and VW’s as she headed for the street. The door opened to Jeff with a very large smile on his face.

“Come on in” he said “the party is in the living room on the right.” I walked in to see the rest of the team sitting around the large room. It was lit by small recessed spotlights that were encased in a deep red cherry. The entire room was very elegant yet looked very practical at the same time. Two couches sat facing each other with several chairs on either end of the room. Two large bay windows with leaded glass framed either end of the room. A large stone fireplace was positioned in the middle of the far wall in between the two bay windows. The guys were seated on the couches and chairs, the rest were seated in front of the fireplace. I was obviously the last one to arrive as all twenty-four of us were there. I was handed a drink, a Jack Daniel’s and Pepsi in a very ornately cut crystal tumbler. The ice cubes cracked as I held it up to my lips and took the first drink. It was all to be down hill from there. I sat with the other guys on the floor, Matt was seated to right and Chris to my left. They both had obviously arrived early and had defiantly had a few at that point.

Matt looked at me and with a huge smile clinked his glass on mine. “We made it man!” he said as he gulped down the rest of his glass. He stumbled to his feet and staggered his way to the kitchen which could be seen from my perspective in front of the fireplace. The door was propped open just to the right of the door I had come in.

I leaned over and whispered in Chris’s ear “how long have you two been here?” I asked.

“About four drinks worth” Chris replied with a slight slur. “I lost track of the time, so I figured it was easier keeping track of the drinks.” He chuckled as righted himself for the third time and ended with a smile. I just laughed.

We must have sat there for a few hours, just talking amongst each other. Matt was defiantly getting to be quite friendly at that point. Most of the guys were dressed more casually than I was. Most of the upper class men were dressed merely in undershirts and track pants. All of the freshmen, myself included were quite drunk. As guys were getting up to go to the bathroom and to the kitchen I noticed that the most of the sophomores were in the same condition. Jeff got up and disappeared into the kitchen, some of the guys that had migrated back there soon resurfaced to take a seat. A few minutes later Jeff arrived back with two other guys. All except Jeff took a seat.

Everyone quieted down as Jeff stood in front of us. “Before we start let me remind the new freshmen that what goes on here stays here. This ceremony and everything revolving around must be kept in the strictest of confidence.” Jeff said with a very stern face. “We have many traditions that have been passed down to us over the years, tonight is one of them.” With that Jeff motioned to on of the other guys who promptly got up and picked up a large wooden case that was sitting on a table nearby. He walked over to the coffee table that sat between Jeff and us and to it down. Jeff walked over and opened up the case. I couldn’t see what was inside, but soon Jeff laid out the contents in rows on the table. Twenty-four shot glasses each with crossed oars etched in them. Two sophomores appeared each holding a bottle of liquor. They each started filling the glasses. Once Filled they were passed out among us first then the rest of the guys picked up their glasses. I had to stop Matt from attempting to down his first with a very quick explanation that this was going to be a toast of some sort.

As Jeff raised his glass, everyone else followed mimicking him. “To another winning season, may our new freshmen follow in the footsteps of the great rowers who have come before.”

With that the thunderous response “Here, Here” echoed thought the house. We all downed our glasses and set them back on the table. The liquor burned its way down my throat as I resumed my seat.

Jeff looked at us with an evil grin on his face. “How do you guys feel?” he asked with an expectant tone.

“Ok” we replied.

No sooner had we done that than I noticed that the room starting to spin. I remember looking up at the rest of guys as they were laughing terribly hard. Quickly everything faded, the last thing I remember seeing was the white fringe on the oriental carpet as my face met the floor.

I awoke to the sight of an exposed beam ceiling. As I slowly lifted my head in an attempt to figure out where I was. I could see in the dim light the team standing around talking. At first I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming or if this was really happening, but everybody was naked. I could see Jeff’s tight ass from the side as he conversed with some of the other seniors. The room was walled with very old stone blocks and in the center lay six cots in row. Each of them contains a freshman, totally naked. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Matt was lying down to the right of me, still out. From my first observations I was the first one awake. As I tried to bring my self to I had looked down at the rest of my body. My short treasure trail ran down from my bellybutton, to a totally shaved crotch. As I strained to see the rest of it, I started to make out the outline of a very small stump, no penis. Nothing more than a lump with several stitches in it. I reached my hand down to examine the evidence, nope it wasn’t there. I grabbed my scrotum in an attempt to feel my balls, they were gone as well replaced by two small, what felt like metal balls. I looked up in shock and announced to the team. “What the hell Is going on here, where is my dick and what the fuck happened to my balls.”

Jeff the closet to me turned around to face me, and that’s when I noticed it, his penis was gone as well, just a very small stump, probably smaller than mine, with two very large balls hanging beneath.

“Jus relax,” he said with a compassionate face.

“How can I relax, what the hell is going on here. What happened to me, and you for that matter?” I shouted with the greatest voice I could muster.

“If you will shut up, I will explain everything to you.” I nodded in agreement. “We are the best high school rowing team in the east. You have to understand that to be the best requires a great deal of sacrifice. What we did you to you will give you the ability to take steroids and nobody will be the. We removed most of your cock so that you won’t miss practice for some girl, or boy.” He paused for a quick chuckle at that then quickly continued “You see that all you have now is the crew team. Your anger from what happened tonight, and the fact that even if you do cum from sex you will still be horny. This all makes us want that win much more than anybody else. If you just relax and accept this you will be much better off. There is nothing that can be done to change this, you are what you are now.”

I laid my head back on the cot, with a deep breath I closed my eyes and tried to process what all had just happened. I raised my head to look around, and realized that the rest of us had awakened to find the same thing as I did. A senior was either at the foot of the cot or kneeling beside it explaining the same thing that Jeff had just described to me. A few of the guys including Matt were crying. I reached my hand over and grabbed his.

With a smile I said in a calm voice reassuring voice, “Hey it’ll be alright, its not that bad.” Matt just looked at me with a horrified face.

“Come on” he replied with anger in between the sniffles “You saw it, I know you have, in the showers, I’ve seen you look, it was my pride and joy. It was the largest I had ever seen.” With that he squeezed my hand so hard I thought he was going to crush it, but he stopped crying. With the rest of us now semi calmed down, we were instructed to make our way up to the living room again. I started to walk away from the cot and realized that there was a catheter in me just under my new balls. The catheter led down to a tube then hooked on it was a large circular bag filled with urine. I walked back and picked it up and headed up stairs.

I took my same seat by the fireplace, kind of comforting I guess. We were all told that we had freshman balls in. Small stainless steel balls had been implanted in place of our real balls. As we went through the ranks of school we would be issued a new set of balls for each year. The sophomores had larger steel balls probably two inches in diameter. The junior’s had oval steel balls that were just a little bigger than an average set of human balls. As I found out the junior’s balls had lead weights in them to stretch out the sac to accommodate the senior size balls. The seniors were huge, they were actually meant for bulls, and were made out of solid silicon. I couldn’t wait to have those instead of these tiny things. All the other teammates had arranged over the summer to have their balls swapped out by the team surgeon, a graduate himself who had gone on to become a doctor and now performs all necessary surgeries in house on the team.

As Jeff and the other seniors were on the other side of the room discussing things Matt slid close to me so that our legs were touching, and with the gentlest hand reached over and grabbed mine off my leg. I looked over at him and received nothing but a quick smile as he laid his head down on my shoulder. Jeff quickly returned and took his position in front of us. Making a point to notice the two of us in this position. I became uneasy as he had noticed us but was quickly relived to see him smile as he went on.

“Each of us knowing our situations it is much easier for you to date and or have sex strictly in the team. I know some of you might not have ever thought about being with another man before. I was straight till I joined the team, now I realize that to keep our team we must be cautious as to who we fool around with. The information that each of us know wears can be damning to us all if it is known.” Jeff paused to correct an itch under his huge silicon balls. “It is a standing rule that if you do get involved in a true relationship with any member of the team, you must be adults about it and not bicker or argue. If someone ends up screwing someone that your dating, please understand that any sex will be had willingly and a monogamous relationships usually don’t exist here.” A change from the monotony of the instructions was noticed buy the softening of his face. “Now comes the good part. Twice a school year we come together for a party, the initiation party, which is of course tonight, and a farewell party at the end of the year for all the seniors. At the end of each party we hold, for no better term an orgy, everyone is invited to join in. The only exception being the freshmen on their initiation. After your surgeries, sex would be a little too much for you guys right now. So sit back and relax. You all know where the alcohol is, just remember to take it easy.”

I sat in disbelief to what was just said, and what was playing out before my eyes. On the table was another beautifully finished wooden case, in the case contained every current team members preserved penis. They had been filled with silicon and a protective coating had been applied to them. One of the team members passed out everybody’s penis. I was wondering how this was going to play out, then it all became quite clear as another senior appeared in the door with what appeared to be jock straps made out of leather. As he approached I realized that there was a small black nub on the end about the same size as the holes in the preserved penis. I was intently watching Jeff as he sat down next to James. James was about the same size as Jeff with blonde hair, blue eyes. A body right out of Muscle magazine. Every strip of sinewy muscle could be seen under his pale hairless skin. They both were kept neatly shaven crotches. Jeff’s stump was barley noticeable soft, but was almost an entire inch and a half hard. James on the other hand was flat with his stomach hard and there was a slight indentation where it was soft. To see the two of them together with Jeff’s tiny stump twitching above his full tight sac was quite a sight to see. They passionately kissed for awhile until they were each handed their cocks. I was surprised to see Jeff’s, a tiny little thing probably no more than three inches long with foreskin pulled just over the head. James on the other hand looked to be about nine inches and very thick. There was just a hint of a scar on his shaft from the circumcision. His head was enormously large, and dark purple, painted I’m sure. They each traded cocks and strapping on the jock straps Jeff proceeded to plug James enormous cock on his strap. With some lube on he proceeded to slowly push this monstrous cock into James. James let out a gasp as he slowly pulled James towards him. Jeff let him catch his breath before he began the motions that define the act itself. I guess it was about 20 minutes later and several positions James let out several pants as he rode up and down on his own cock. Jeff now lying on his back smiled at James who bent over to kiss him ever so slightly on the lips. I was mesmerized watching these two go at it.

Finally James grabbed Jeff’s thighs so tight that you could see his finger tips turn white. James let out a loud groan as a ton of cum shot out from under his legs. It wasn’t white at all thought, it was just clear fluid that flowed out. You would have thought three men had just orgasamed with the amount of cum that was flowing out of his crotch and puddeling on his lovers crotch and running down to his stomach. James collapsed beside him on the couch. I turned my attention to the other two that were sharing the couch. They both were kind of on the skinnier side they were obviously sophomores. They both had a sizeable stump left the largest out of the group that I could see. They had to of been around two inches hard, but the were extremely thin. It looked as if you breathed on them the wrong way they would break off. They were both seated side by side, each had each others penises in their asses, just like dildos. Working them around, left and right, in and out. Their other hands were occupied by each other’s crotches, they rubbed their stumps, played with each other’s metal balls, rolled them around in each others huge sacs. Finally they both let out these almost painful quiet grunts and in unison a few shots of clear fluid shot out on to the floor. They both rolled towards each other and just kissed and caressed each others body’s for awhile.

I was starting to get tired by this point. My crotch was aching like nothing I had felt before. I looked over at Matt who was sound asleep beside me on the floor. He had to be been freezing. A quick glance at Jeff proved that they were almost done with their play. James had Jeff’s cock in his ass, quickly sliding it in and out. Jeff definitely seemed to be enjoying his tiny cock. Soon Jeff let out a scream and two small squirts shot out from under his balls and landed right on the table. I let them rest for a few minutes before gingerly walking over to Jeff and asking him where we could crash.

“I’m so sorry,” quickly scanning the room he realized that most of them were either asleep or in disbelief at the sights they were seeing. “There is a bedroom upstairs to the right has a queen size bed in it, I think you will need that one.” He said with a simultaneous wink. I walked over to Matt, carting my now almost full urine bag. “Don’t wake him up” Jeff responded quickly.

“How are we going to get him upstairs” I said, puzzled as to how he was going to do this.

“Watch” he said with a grin.

He walked over to Matt and scooped him up in his arms. Matt never stirred once. I followed carrying both our bags up to the second floor behind Jeff. I was just far back enough that I could see the remnants of his orgasm dripping on the stairs as he walked up.

“Jeff” I whispered “your dripping on the steps.” Once we reached the top Jeff looked down at the trail of clear fluid leading up.

“The maid will take care of it in the morning, its one of the downsides to having a reroute as you will soon learn.” He continued as we walked into the lavish bedroom. “you see with the gaping hole you have down there now, it takes some time for anything to finish coming out.” I nodded in agreement with him. He laid Matt in bed. I took a seat on the other side of the bed. Jeff walked over to me and sat down beside me. I was surprised to find his arm suddenly over my shoulders.

He looked me in the eyes and asked me if I was ok with everything. “Yeah, its just going to take some time to get used to.” I said. Jeff just nodded. I couldn’t help but look at his crotch. His cock was soft now and barely visible except for the small scar at the top of it.

“Go ahead” he said in a soft voice “You can touch them.”

I wasn’t sure if I was being that obvious or if read my mind. I reached over like I was reaching into a lions den. Slowly I slid my hand under his huge sac. The balls felt heavy yet soft. I squeezed it slightly, as if I might hurt him. Rolled it around a little and was just amazed by them. I couldn’t wait to get my own set that large.

“Do they get in the way” I asked very sheepishly.

“No not really, like everything else they take quite awhile to get used to. It takes awhile to get the hang of walking, takes some effort at first, but you have a long way to go kid. I’m glad to see you have made a good friend already”

“Thanks, I just hope he is in better spirits than he was last night”

“Give him some time” Jeff responded, “he’ll get used to it, James was the same way. Now get some sleep, you have had a rough day. I will be in sometime in the afternoon to wake you guys up.”

As Jeff started to walk away I quickly called him back

“Is there a bathroom around here? I need to empty myself and Matt’s bag.”

“Just down the hall to the left, you’ll see it, there is a small jug in there that you can empty Matt’s bag into, now if you excuse me I have to be getting back to the party.”

With that Jeff ran down the stairs, I could hear a few guys panting and moaning, I just couldn’t wait to join them. After some fiddling I figured out how to get the bags open. I emptied myself and then Matt, and crawled underneath the sheets beside him. I still couldn’t believe the day that I had just had. It still seemed like a dream, but one I could defiantly live with. I rolled over and wrapped my arms around Matt and fell sound asleep.