Secret Pumpin and Nude 'extortion'

This experience took place many years ago while I was still in college at The Ohio State University. It's all a true story, which in my mind makes it better than a fictional one, or a true one with a lot of wild sex added to embellish it.

I lived in a coed dorm, where the women lived on one wing and the guys lived on the opposite wing, and alternated between floors.

We had this thing called 'Secret Pumpkins' where you got the name of a girl on the other wing and someone on that wing got your name. The identity of the person with your name was secret, just as the person whose name you had did not know who had their name. The idea was to pull gags or give joke gifts to your secret pumpkin all week long, and at the end of the week each person would learn the identity of their secret pumpkin, who would give them a nice gift, to make up for all the gags during the previous week.

The week started off quick when four masked girls staged a raid on my room while I was out. They walked in on my roommate, and managed to make off with a very prized possession of mine while he was distracted by two of them.

They left an envelope with a note for me to read when I returned. As I read it, my jaw dropped in shock when I saw the words that said I wouldn't get my item back unless I ran naked down her hallway at 9:00 pm the next evening!

My head began to spin with the possibilities. As I struggled with the thought of performing a nude run for these mischievous college women, the phone rang. It was my secret pumpkin, calling to make sure I read the note and was going to comply with her 'demands'. She could tell I was hesitating as I spoke, and apparently decided to have a bit of mercy on me. She said that if I didn't think I was 'up' to it, I could do the run in my underwear--that is, if I "didn't have enough nerve to do it in the nude."

As I hung up, slack-jawed, I was relieved at the reprieve. I didn't think there was any way I could've brought myself to take off ALL my clothes and run down a hallway in front of them. I started thinking about what underwear I was going to wear tomorrow night.

At that time, I had a pretty wide and varied selection of underwear, as it was just becoming popular for guys to wear something other than the basic white jockey shorts. I had lots of different colors, in all sorts of styles and fabrics, since I liked the idea of underwear that both looked and felt sexy, even if you're a guy. I had cotton ones, nylon ones, even a pair made out of terry cloth. There were full briefs, bikini briefs, and even a pair or two that were see-through.

On the one hand, this presented an opportunity for the budding exhibitionist that resides in many of us deep down. It felt like it would be a turn-on to wear one of the more revealing pairs of underwear, and my nether regions tingled somewhat at the thought as I looked over a pair of semi-sheer black nylon briefs in my hand. On the other hand, it might backfire on me if I wasn't careful what I wore and I got caught by dorm admin. I finally settled on a pair of light grey nylon briefs that were very thin and skin hugging, but not truly see-through. They would look 'sexy' without being too revealing.

Next, I had to plan the logistics of how I was going do this without getting caught by the dorm administration.

I lived on the second floor and my secret pumpkin was on the fourth. A study lounge and elevators separated each wing from one another on each floor. Glass doors and walls enclosed the study lounge, and a large wooden door with a small 12" window led from the elevator area to each dorm wing.

Our building was connected to an identical, adjacent 4-story dorm building via a breezeway that contained nothing but steam pipes, ductwork and concrete block walls.

When the time came, I would go up the stairwell to the door leading to the elevator area wearing only a pair of gym shorts and my carefully selected underwear. If the coast was clear I would remove my gym shorts in the stairwell, hide them behind some piping, and proceed into the elevator area. Then I would open the door to the hallway of dorm rooms, make my run, and leave through the doors at the other end of the hallway that led to the breezeway. From there, I would retrieve another pair of gym shorts that I would pre-position there and walk through the hallway in the adjoining building to their elevator/lounge area and use the stairs to return to my own floor. It would be a piece of cake, or so I thought.

All throughout the following day, I could hardly pay attention in any of my classes. With each hour closer that my 'secret pumpkin run' came, I became all the more scared, excited, and more than a little aroused, at the prospect of running past my secret pumpkin and her roommates wearing only a very thin pair of nylon briefs. The anticipation was overwhelming.

At dinner in the Commons, I was visibly distracted. My roommate and friends did not know anything about what I was about to do. I hadn't revealed the contents of the note to anyone, even my roommate, saying it mandated that I tell no one. Truly, I hadn't wanted to draw a crowd of guys from my wing to turn this thing into some kind of circus (at least I thought I was avoiding that, as you'll soon see). I just told them I had a big mid-term coming up and couldn't get my mind off it.

After dinner everything was mostly a blur. I remember going through my underwear drawer half a dozen more times, second-guessing which pair I wanted to wear for this. The ones I had chosen were almost see-through, so did I really want to go with these? Finally, I decided to stick with the ones I'd originally chosen and put them on and pulled on my gym shorts as I looked at myself in the mirror thinking, "this is what those girls are going to be looking at in a few minutes, wonder how they're going to react?" It was just about time to go...

Fortunately, my roommate was out for the evening and my floor seemed fairly well deserted. I walked to our elevator lounge and headed into the stairwell, my heart pounding 100 miles an hour.

As I reached the top of the stairs I started to slide my shorts down my hips, but then noticed voices in the elevator lounge. Halting at mid-thigh and peeking through the little door window I saw three guys waiting for the elevator. I continued removing my shorts as I waited until they were gone.

While waiting, I began to see what I was about to do in a new light. The underwear I was wearing was so thin that you could easily make out the outline of my penis and the vein running along its length, as well as the slightly darker shape of my neatly trimmed pubic hair under the wispy nylon material. I was so close to naked, I thought, why not just 'go for it' and do the whole thing? With very little further thought, I gently slipped my thumbs into my waistband and slowly slipped the nylon waistband down my hips, and as I did my penis did a little 'spring' as it cleared the last restraint. I dropped my underpants to the floor and stood there naked and motionless on the 4th floor landing, peeking through the window.

Could I go through with this? It would be incredibly exciting--but also incredibly risky. What if someone from the dorm admin happened to come up here while I made my run?

My heart stopped as I heard more voices. I was ready to grab my stuff and bolt naked down the stairs, until I heard the 'ding' of the elevator and the doors opening. Whew! They were getting on the elevator. Thank goodness the car was right there waiting or they may have decided to take the stairs. I hadn't considered that possibility when I decided to slip off my underwear. It was time to decide, "Go, or no go?" If I didn't move very soon, this whole thing was liable to come apart. My mind was made up: I was going all the way--fully nude.

I tucked my underwear behind some pipes along with my gym shorts and tentatively eased the door open and peered out into the elevator lounge.

The cooler air conditioned air of the area washed over my nude body, which was already in full alert mode. My gosh, the sensuality of my exposed nudity hit me like a ton of bricks!

The coast was clear. Everything was silent except for my pounding heart. Fully naked, I inched along the short side hallway to the turn that led to the girls dorm hallway door. I slowly approached it and peeked ever so slightly through the corner of the door window. What I saw there practically made my heart stop in shock and horror.

For some insane reason, my mind had blocked out the possibility, no, likelihood, that this small team of commado girls might get their entire wing to turn out for my little spectacle. I had somehow envisioned making my run through an otherwise deserted hallway, with only the four of them to witness my public display of nudity.

Instead of this little group I'd imagined, what did I see? The entire hallway was lined, shoulder to shoulder on both sides, with college women! And they were waiting to see me naked!

At this point I was about to turn and run back to at least get my underwear, if not chicken out completely, but two things happened almost simultaneously. The girls had been watching intently for my arrival, especially since I was now five minutes late. At the first glimpse of my head peeking through the corner of the window, I heard a female voice shout, "THERE HE IS!"

I could've still turned tail and ran except for one thing. I now heard the voice of two people reaching the top of the stairwell behind me. In the milliseconds in which I saw the blurred outline of a head appear in the little window, I knew I was trapped and had no choice but to proceed, naked or not. Fight or flight instinct took over and I pulled open the large hallway door. Unfortunately, the building excitement as I had crept along toward the door had had an effect on me that I was just becoming intensely aware of. I was now also sporting a full fledged erection. When the girl in the hallway shouted, I could feel my penis twitch upward even more. "Damn! What timing!!", I thought.

Before the people in the stairwell could open the door, I ducked through the open hallway door and started into the crowded hallway. No turning back now!

The next 30 seconds or so were probably the most surreal of my entire life and are indelibly imprinted upon my memory. There were about 15 dorm rooms on each side of the hallway. With 30 rooms and two girls per room, that adds up to a gauntlet of about 60 college women staring at this naked guy sporting a boner at the end of their hallway. And, I'm guessing many probably told friends from other floors, or chemistry class, sorority friends, or whatever... These girls were literally jammed shoulder to shoulder, sometimes two deep, for the entire 100-foot length of the hallway. There were probably 100 leering females waiting for me and there was barely room for me to make my way through them. The full force of the sight I was faced with as I entered the hallway and took it in made me come to a complete stop and stand there slack-jawed and paralyzed for a brief instant.

The eerily silent instant seemed to last for an eternity. Me standing there totally naked, now with a full erection, and all these college coeds staring wide-eyed and smiling back at me. The instant was broken as a female voice from halfway down the hall shrieked, "Woo hoo! Let's see ya run. Come on, babycakes!" Then all at once the whole hallway broke into yelling, laughing, raucous pandemonium. As my senses returned, I broke into a slow run--but couldn't really race too fast because of the sheer number of women crowding that hallway.

As I made my way through them, I could feel hands and fingers stroking my shoulders, back, butt, thighs and even a couple that briefly touched my penis, cupped my balls, or smacked my bare ass as I made my way through the crowd. I could make out the occasional comment, too. Like, "here's my room, baby" or, "... like the way you're bouncing". I was equal parts embarrassed and blushing, as well as having a deep seated thrill at being the center of their eroticized attention and sensations of their touching.

After what seemed like forever, I finally made my way to the turn at the end of the hallway and the doors that led to the breezeway. I breathed a huge sigh of relief as I bolted through those double doors.

As my eyes darted to the hiding place for my second set of shorts, I was hit like a sledgehammer with a sudden horrible realization: in all the excitement of the past day, I had completely forgotten to go hide the second set of shorts! This realization took my breath away more so than the sudden shock at the other end of the hallway. Now, I was stranded... totally naked, with no access to even a stitch of clothing, and no way to get back to my room without exposing my nudity to anyone left in the building who hadn't already seen me. To make matters worse, the erection was not going away, either. For 20-year-old me, arousal usually got the better of fear and embarrassment.

There were only two ways out of the breezeway. Back through the doors from whence I'd just come--and the probably still buzzing crowd of girls, or ahead to the east wing of the other dorm and flashing whomever might be out and about. In hindsight, I probably should've chosen back since I at least knew where some clothes could be found on this floor--and I'd already been seen up close and personal by everyone there. However, I chose to go forward.

I cracked the double doors leading to the new hallway. No one seemed to be out so I sneaked into the quiet hallway. A couple of doors on one side stood open, but maybe I could get past them without being noticed. Luck was not to be with me, though. I was only about a quarter of the way along when I heard the elevator up ahead 'ding' and two girls and a guy got off and headed through the door ahead of me. Since they were talking, it took a second for them to look up and see me heading toward them (there was no point in trying to hide anywhere at this point). The guy let out a loud laugh, while the girls shrieked and laughed hysterically and one yelled, "Naked guy on the floor!"

That was all it took for the residents with the open doors to stick their heads out to see what all the commotion was about. Now it was time for me to run again. Off I went, sidling past the trio and bolting for the doorway to the sounds of, "Hey, put some clothes on, man." I made the turn towards the stairwell just as the other elevator opened with a crowd of students pouring out right beside me. More hoots and hollers, girls calling out, "hey naked guy, come back" and so on.

Down the stairs I went, hopefully to safe haven on the second floor. Fortunately, nobody was in the stairwell--my first stroke of good luck so far. However, my biggest problem now was that I was on the opposite end of a hallway in the wrong dorm building. So now, I had to make yet another nude run down a dorm hallway. Stopping briefly to reflect, I had to admit, running nude through the dorm halls like this, and being seen naked by a large, eager female audience had a definite element of excitement to it. It was highly embarrassing, yet also stimulating at the same time, as evidenced by my continuing erection, which would not go down.

My heart rate had slowed a bit as I made my way down the stairs and checked for people in the second floor study lounge. However, even after being totally naked in a public place, and seen my many, many people who were fully clothed, facing the prospect of doing it all over again still seemed daunting. How would someone seeing me, outside the context of being simply a victim of a college prank register with whomever else I might come across? The women on the 4th floor were definitely loving my nudity, but what about some random girls I might encounter in these quiet hallways? What about guys whom I might run into? Guys tend to react negatively to other guys being nude around them. What if I ran into my roommate, or some of my buddies in the building? That would certainly be quite embarrassing, wouldn't it? Too late to think long on that though. I needed to get back to My room before anything else happens.

The 2nd floor wing I was about to run through in the nude was also a girls wing. I could've stopped on the third floor and made my way across on the guys' wing, and then down the stairs, to return to my floor, but that wouldn't be as much fun, would it? If I was going to have to make another naked trip down a dorm hallway, it may as well be a girls floor, right?

So, here I went, back toward the dorm hallway door, but now shivering a bit--more from nerves about being nude in public for so long than from the temperature. Again I peered through the door window. This time, nobody was waiting for my appearance, but there were several small groups of girls standing out in the hallway talking to one another. I didn't think it wise to wait and see if they departed, and my erection had finally ebbed to a little less than half mast. So, starting to get my nude 'sea legs' under me, I didn't hesitate for long this time before opening the door and just walking through.

At first, no one looked up as I padded along toward one of the groups of females. Suddenly, the fact I was wearing no clothes dawned on the one facing me. In a very even tone she said, "Hey. That guy's naked. What do you think you're doing?"

At that, all the heads of the other group of girls snapped around abruptly. I heard a voice say, "Hey, that's HIM! He's the one that ran naked down Pam's hallway! How come you're still running around with no clothes on?" And, "Looks like he LIKES being seen naked."

(Why, whatever have you that idea, dear?)

Having been seen naked by so many people in the past 15 minutes or so, I didn't bother running this time. I just walked past them in a normal pace, like it was nothing at all, waving and nodding as I passed. I quickened my pace a bit as I continued down the hallway, and called back to them, "I guess when everybody in the building's seen me naked, it doesn't matter that much anymore. Maybe I'll make this my new hobby." Inside, I was blushing, and I sensed more than a little upward lurch in my penis, too. "Please help me get safely back to my room", I thought to myself.

As luck would have it, I didn't encounter anyone else as I crossed the breezeway one more time to return to my own hallway and my room. My roommate was still out, so neither he, nor anyone else yet knew about my expedition. Oh, they would surely hear about it later, as the buzz spread throughout the building, "Did you hear that _______ ran naked down the west wing on four?!!" I was a minor celebrity for a while after that.

My buddies actually thought it was SO cool to have been forced to run naked down the girl's hallway, while also acknowledging that I was WAY braver than them because they could've never have done it.

At the end of Secret Pumpkin week, I got to actually meet Pam and her friends. I have to admit, there was definitely a little awkward embarrassment in the room when we had our party in the 2nd Floor Study Lounge that Friday. Both on my part, knowing that every one of those women in that room had had a true eyeful of my nude run and knew exactly what I liked like naked--but also maybe a little awkwardness in their demeanor toward me, for the same basic reason. I mean, how do you behave toward a stranger whom you and everyone else has seen fully naked in public only two short evenings ago?

Pam actually apologized for the embarrassment, saying she hadn't really expected me to make the run naked like I did, and was why she offered me an out by saying underwear would be OK, too. She hoped I wasn't angry at her for pulling that in me.

I told her it was OK and I was fine with it now. While it made for a few terrifying moments (I related to her the rest of my experiences outside of the hallway run), it was actually something I would later probably look back on fondly as a pretty cool experience (true that).