Jonathan was your everyday un-extraordinary young man that just happened to have slightly above average looks. When he threw a football he did so with an awkward left handed throw that looked almost feminine. He had an above average intelligence but he made almost no attempt to use it. In private he confided in me that he hated being around our friends because he felt like he had to "dumb down" himself to carry on a conversation at their level, but at the same time he was failing out of college for not attending class frequently enough.
He was not particularly well known around school because he mostly kept to himself. At first he did try to join the TKE frat house, but me and some of his other friends were able to talk him out of it by saying frats were for nothing but college losers and former jocks that were still trying to hold on to their high school glory days. Looking back that might have been a mistake. Being part of a group like that might have helped him gain the much needed confidence gained from being one in a crowd much like one gets when joining a mob.
Every now and then Jonathan would go out to the typical college parties and flirt with the sorority sluts, but he would never seal the deal by bringing one home. It seemed strange to me because from my vantage point it always seemed liked the girl was more than willing, especially after 3 or 4 shots.
I had my fair share of one night stands and brief hook-ups and after one such event I finally asked Jonathan why he never brought one home. Let me back up a little here, for one year Jonathan was my roommate while we lived in the dorms and he would frequently try to sneak a peek at whatever girl I had over. I didn't really mind him seeing her ass in the air, a pair of flopping boobs, or my penis in a cute set of lips... but I did feel sorry for his dick which would obviously be gaining cobwebs if it wasn't for his Wal-Mart bag filled with "dirty" socks.
So like I said, I asked him why he wasn't bringing home women on a regular basis and he told me something I had never considered; he had a fear of being naked around other people. With a sort of arrogant tone and a smile on his face he made sure to add "not that I have anything to hide." After hearing that I started noticing how he only showered at around 2am or so when most of the hall had shut down for the night, only went to the bathroom down stairs that was a single person room, would never even change clothes in the room if I was in there.
There was one time that one of my classes was canceled and I went back to the room early and walked in just in time to see him shirtless. Now let me tell you, this boy is about the hairiest kid I've ever met. I jokingly told him that if his chest and back were any indication of the rest of his body he would never have to worry about anybody ever seeing him naked. It must have really bothered him because the next morning when I got up to get ready for classes I noticed the drain in the halls shower and sink was clogged with thick coarse hairs.
That night a freshly shaven Jonathan decided to make a trip to one of the sorority houses for a party. I had an essay due the next day so I stayed at the dorm to work. The next part of this story is just what he told me. I'm not sure if he left anything out or how accurate the details are, but here goes.
He was at the party flirting with one girl he considered a 7 out of 10 and drinking like normal. He noticed that she wasn't really drinking but was just happy that she was rubbing his shoulders and showing him some attention. She started whispering in his ear about how she wanted him to fuck her when Jonathan as usual freaked out and told her he had to go. She looked upset but agreed to let him go only if he had one more drink. Jonathan knew he wasn't even close to drunk and figured there couldn't be any harm in it.
The next thing he remembered was waking up his arms and legs tied to the bed with a rubber ball gag in his mouth and a blindfold over his eyes. A moment of fear struck him before he realized at least he still had his cloths on. The room was dark except for a pumpkin pie scented candle burning on the desk. From the corner of the room he heard a girl start to speak. She said that her and some of her friends were tired of him being such a tease and were going to make him put out. The wave of fear quickly came back.
She told him that she had no idea how much Viagra she was supposed to use so she just crushed four and mixed them in with some water and had been slowly pouring it down his throat while he was passed out. The other girls were in the process of getting rid of the other party goers while they waited for the drugs to take affect. He could feel his penis starting to struggle to come to life and eventually reach its full size.
The girl put her hand on his chest and whispered," why don't I take a quick feel before the others get back." He felt her hand slowly moving down his chest toward his belt buckle and a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach made him feel like he was going to throw up all over himself as he realized what she was about to do. He started breathing faster and faster through his nose and images of the next 30 seconds, 30 minutes, 30 days started flashing through his head.
Then it happened, her hand made its way into his pants and just as he had expected he heard a gasp followed by the humiliating sound of laughter. The mocking sound continued as the words "is that it" rang in his ears. She must have decided that touching wasn't enough and had to see if what her fingers were telling her was true. The sound of the belt unclasping, his pants unzipping, the soft tug of his pants being opened and the elastic band of his boxers being pulled down. He could feel and hear it all, as that cursed laughter continued. Women can be so cruel...
"I can't wait for the other girls to see this." Then the bedroom door opened and closed and he was alone. His member was still exposed for all to see. He laid there for what seemed like ages but was probably no more than 5 or 10 minutes. His mind racing, he at least had the good fortune to have an erection; at least they wouldn't see him flaccid.
He could hear the laughter even before he heard the door. Then they were there. He could almost feel them hovering around him like vultures ready to pick the flesh from a recent road-kill. There was an eerie silence, like the calm before a storm. At first there was a low almost muted giggle and slowly it rose to a chorus of laughter. Then came the jokes and insults... aww isn't it just the cutest little thing (in mock baby voice of course) Hey look it's a penis... only smaller.
Just when he thought he couldn't be any more humiliated he heard one of the girls say "so what do we do with it."
As time passed and the events started to unfold Jonathan was able to determine that there was at least three girls in the room. He knew one girl had a camera because through the blindfold he kept seeing short flashes of light. They were using his penis like a funny road sign, or a foreign countries monument as they took pictures posing with the penis in turn. One of the girls said something about nobody believing her and she had to get a ruler. There was the sound of ruffling in a desk, then the cold touch of a wooden ruler up against his cock and again a quick flash of white light filled the room. I think that picture ended up on the internet making rounds in forwarded emails and is again popping up in forwarded text.
