This is an actual event that happened to me in my first year of university. That was some time ago...
Like a lot of my stories, it starts a little slowly, setting the mood but, or so people tell me, my stories are well worth the time it takes to read them.
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It was the fall of '74 and I had arrived at university for the start of an arts program. I was the first in my family to go to university, having achieved outstanding scores and won a scholarship in arts. Most of my family were into carpentry, masonry etc.
Not that there was anything wrong with my working class family. We did all right and made enough money to easily send me to university. However, I had no idea of what to expect, as there was no one in the immediate family that had had the experience of university and my immediate friends couldn't help much either.
My friends had suggested that I should pledge a fraternity, so when the various fraternities came recruiting, I allowed my self to be picked up by three of them. The first was interested in jocks, and while I was pretty good at varsity sports, I was not at the level they were looking for. The other two were more academically inclined and I felt more suited to their styles. One of them had a sister sorority and that's where this story actually begins.
I met Jane from our sister sorority during the recruiting drive. She was a stunning brunette, 5'6", about 125lbs, bright and in her second year of pre-med. She was also pretty good at sports. There were a lot of men plying for her attention, but for some reason, she decided she liked me. I was definitely OK with that...
We hit it off pretty good, but like lots of other university kids, we met more often than not in the library (this being before the time of the computer revolution). That first year I was an absolute sponge and soaked up information by the book load, often on subjects that weren't really related to my field of study. I was pretty good at math, and Jane was having some problems with the math related to her chemistry classes. I helped her make sense of it and allowed her to keep her grades up so I kind of became her knight in shining armour, this all before pledge week.
Being bona fide sports fans we also met in the local pub to watch and cheer our various teams. Jane and I were fans of competing professional football teams so ended up betting more than once against each other. We teased each other about the kind of bets we would use...always with a slight sexual undertone. Well one time I put my foot in it and bet that the loser would serve the winner naked for a night. Of course I lost that bet.
Pledge week came and I decided to pledge the fraternity with Jane's sorority as a sister group. When Jane discovered this, she asked that she be allowed to do my frosh hazing, as I still owed her on a bet.
She told my fraternity I had to complete her bet and the frosh hazing, at the same time, by serving the sister Sorority in the nude. All this was arranged, of course, without my knowledge.
So there I was, a few days later, in the basement of her sorority. It was actually kind of nice as it was used for formal functions. It had a sitting area for about 40 people and a small kitchen and cleaning area. Jane had me strip and informed me that I could not back out for two reasons...one, that this was part of the bet, and two, that it was also my hazing rite! Of course Jane said I could wear an apron, just to keep myself clean. The apron was a lacy half-moon affair that barely covered my equipment and left rest of me completely exposed. I was starting to regret having made that bet! What, I thought, if some of the other sorority members came down and discovered us?
It began with me fixing up a drink for Jane and bringing it to her. She informed me that I would have to make up about 20 more. I was shocked! I told her that including her friends was not part of the deal...whereupon she advised me that frosh week was part of the deal and this was a sanctioned activity!
So there I was, naked accept for a small apron with some 20 odd very nice looking women all descending into the basement lounge and ogling me in my apron as I served out the drinks.
Of course they reached out and touched me some, which brought about instant laughter as I reacted as most men would who were fondled by beautiful and sexy woman...the laughter died off though as the evening wore on and I simply didn't lose my hard on...I'm not overly endowed, being only slightly longer than average at 61/2" and a little thicker than most (or so the ladies tell me). But I have (or had) incredible staying power being able to keep my hard on for long periods of time, which delighted many of my paramours.
So there I was, a reasonably good looking, virtually naked man, surrounded by beautiful and sexily dressed women, all of whom would occasionally reach out to touch me keeping me hot and bothered all evening. The front of my apron was getting soaked, a fact that the women would comment on at length, talking about me as if I wasn't there except when they asked me for a refill or to bring another scone. Of course the reason for asking for the scones was so that I would have to return to the kitchen and reveal my naked ass to the ladies. There were plenty of ooo's and ahhh's whenever I turned about and walked off to the kitchen!
Finally, after about two hours, Jane asked if I had passed my initiation. The ladies all agreed that I had been a good sport, had not welched on my bet and had served them all properly so far. But (isn't there always a but?) they thought I could be a rather better servant. Jane agreed.
She ordered me to kneel down and kiss her feet. I was shocked by the order, but strangely turned on as well. The room had gone silent now as all the ladies watched to see what I would do.
"Remember it is a sanctioned activity for frosh week," Jane reminded me, "and if you balk you will not become a brother in the fraternity!"
I really was over a barrel, so to speak, so I knelt down slowly, drawing out the moment. I snuck a peek up at her face as I brought my lips down to her foot and gently kissed first one then the other. All of the women cheered, and of course, wanted me to do them next. So I moved around the room on my hands and knees and kissed most of the women's feet. A few of them would run their hands over my back and ass as I passed, or gently run their hands through my hair as I kissed their feet. Of course, since I had to bend over on hands and knees to kiss there dainty feet, my ass was there to be viewed and fondled!
When I arrived at one of the last women, she asked if she could have me do more than just kiss her feet.
"By all means, Gwen," agreed Jane.
"Young man," she said sternly, "take off my shoes and stockings and lick my toes for me!"
