My "Freshman Streak" Experience

Everyone is 18+ and fully consenting.

Besides some typical teen guy stuff, the first gay thing I ever did was going streaking a few weeks ago. Apparently it’s a tradition at my school for freshman males to streak on midnight of the third week of the school year. When I first heard about it, I thought I was being pranked, but after I saw photos from all the previous years, I realized it was legit. I was nervous, but yolo. 

It was semi-organized, with everyone meeting, stripping down with a lot of giggling and displaying an “I don’t give a fuck” attitude, celebrating the first time in our lives that we are completely free. No parents, not even a concept of a curfew. Dicks and butts bounced around. Liberating, cool night air. I saw my friend from class, Alex, with the biggest dick I had ever seen. The weird thing is that he was kind of shy in general. I literally nudged my friend with my elbow, pointing out Alex’s giant cock. “I can’t believe he’s ever insecure about anything.” 

To be honest, I got a rush from seeing his unexpectedly giant piece of man meat dangling between his legs. Out of a hundred naked guys, he was easily the biggest, and he didn’t even seem to care. On that night, I realized how fun it was to be naked outside, and to be naked with friends. 

The run started, which was more of a chaotic jog, and I just gravitated toward Alex as we ran. His slightly blonde hair bounced gently on his head. He had no body fat, except for a slight jiggle to his ass. His arms looked toned when he held them up to his sides as he jogged, and his dick flopped around wildly. It was slapping back and forth between his thighs, and I could tell he wished he had some underwear on for the support. My own dick was doing its own flopping, mostly bouncing up and down with my balls.

“That thing giving you trouble?” I asked nonchalantly, but with a hint of irony. We hadn’t been running long enough to be out of breath, so he just looked at me with a smile, knowing what I was referring to. 

“Not used to nude cardio,” he said, “My dick keeps slapping around. Never realized how important underwear was.”

He looked down at mine. “I can see you have the same problem.”

“No, not like you,” I said, raising my eyebrows and gesturing to his meaty monster. “I’ve never even seen one that big.”

“Really?” he said, looking genuinely a bit confused. He looked down at himself. His big, pink tip was the size of a lime. “I’m not like, that, big…”

“Yeah you are,” I said, “Take a look around, dude.”

He was still looking at me confused, so when the group turned a corner and a bunch of girls were standing there to cheer us on, I yelled at them, pointing at Alex’s dick. “Isn’t this the biggest dick you’ve ever seen??” 

One girl covered her face. Another’s jaw dropped. A third girl yelled back, “That thing is too big!”

“See?” I said to him. I reached down to gently flick his dick with my finger. “Everyone notices your big weapon.” He giggled a bit nervously when I touched him, and I noticed a little flinch in his cock, just a bit of blood rushing in.

“Inconclusive,” he responded, smirking at me. 

My yelling had gotten the attention of a few other guys, who started commenting on his dick as well. 

“Damn, you’re making me self conscious!” One guy yelled, even though his own dick was big too, probably second biggest of the entire group, but still nowhere close to Alex’s.

Another guy seemed defeated. “It’s not fair, I’m a grower,” he muttered, trying to make it sound like a joke, “we’d have to compare hard.”

The guys around us laughed when he said that.

“Still, though,” I said. 

When we finally reached our destination, which was sort of an outdoor, streakers reception party on a brick patio, with music and drinks and stuff, we all stopped to catch our breath and cheer in celebration of having completed the “Freshman Streak”. I chatted with some friends, comparing our dicks a bit and wiggling them around, pouring soda and smacking each other’s butts a bit. Normal guy stuff.

When a big group of girls and older guys arrived, some of the freshmen went to grab their bags and put on underwear. But when Alex bent over to pull his up, I put a hand on his hip. He flinched, but relaxed when he saw it was me, giving me a little smirk. 

“What?” he said.

“You should just… show off that thing," I said. “If I had a dick that big I’d never put on pants.”

He turned kind of red, and I saw his eyes shift to the girls entering the party area, but he looked back at me. 

He smiled nervously. “I will if you will.”

“Done,” I said, and threw my bag away from me, a big smile spreading on my face. 

He kicked his underwear away, almost laughing. I looked again at his giant dong hanging down.

“Dude, that thing is so massive, it’s thicker than my wrist and you’re not even hard.”

“Stop, you’re making me blush, bro,” he said jokingly, but his entire body was turning a bit red.

I smacked him on the ass. “Let’s get some water, that was a tough run.”

He smacked my ass in return. “Yeah, you’re sweating all over.”

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By about 3am, most of the guys had filtered out, a lot of them disappearing with girls they had successfully flirted with. I had made the rounds and socialized a bit, but I couldn’t get my mind off of Alex. The quality of his demeanor struck me as unique. He was naturally superior but had zero ego. It was like it couldn’t even occur to him to be cocky. He was a good dude, and it seemed simply worthwhile to kindle a friendship with him.

I glanced around, thinking about heading out, and saw Alex’s butt as he leaned casually on one leg, talking to some girls.

“Hey,” I said to him from behind when it was down to just a few people left hanging out. A couple girls he was talking to had just left.

“What’s up?” he said, turning to face me. His eyes were sleepy, but his dick had some blood flow, a slight extra plump compared to before, I was guessing from talking to those girls. It made me smile to see him enjoying himself.

“How’re you doing?” I asked.

“Good,” he said, “That girl wants to have a study date tomorrow.”

I smiled, but also had a slightly negative feeling inside. I didn’t realize yet that it was jealousy. I thought I’d be happy for him, but instead I kind of wanted him to myself? In a way?

“You gonna head out soon?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m beat.”

“Come to my dorm and play some Xbox if you want.”

“Damn you brought your Xbox? That’s such a good idea.”

“I know right…”

We grabbed our bags, and he started to put on his clothes yet again.

“What do you need those for?” I asked, smirking at him.

“Bro,” he said, glancing around.

“C’mon, clothes are unnecessary.”

“Haven’t you seen enough of my dick?”

“Never,” I said, then grabbed his bag along with mine and started running away.

I heard a shocked whimper from him, before he started chasing me, jogging behind and trying to keep up. When we got to my dorm, I threw our bags on the floor and plopped down on my bed. 

My roommate was still out, doing who knows what. Alex didn’t even go for his clothes, rather bending over to push the button on my Xbox. He sat his bare ass on my rug and grabbed a controller, eyes fixed on the screen as it booted up. My eyes were fixed on his cock, and my mind was mulling over my confusing feelings. I couldn’t even tell if it was “attraction” exactly, but all I knew was I wanted to be close to him.

We gamed for a bit, then the time flew by and it was almost sunrise. He said he was too tired to walk all the way across campus. 

“Just crash here,” I said, shrugging, but praying on the inside that he would do it.

“Fuck it,” he said, and laid down on my bed, face down. His perky little ass stuck up and made me chuckle. I saw his big dong and nut sack between his legs, still in awe of this guy. 

“Scooch,” I said, nudging his hip.

He jostled his body over to face the wall, curled up in the fetal position, and made room for me. I got in behind him, and tentatively put an arm around him. 

I felt him shift a bit when I did that. I wasn’t even sure what I was doing, just that it felt right to hold him close to me. He relaxed after a second and I felt his body melt beneath me. I scooted closer so our bodies were touching. The curve of his body felt strong and unfamiliar beneath me. I was cuddling naked with a guy, and it felt like heaven. I felt myself get hard, but just tried to ignore it, as did he.

I held him tighter, careful not to start humping him, and we snuggled. Just before I fell asleep, I subconsciously rubbed my hand up and down his abs, which he seemed to like. Then, without even thinking about it, I went lower and felt his bush, then reached for his cock. His hand flinched and he brushed me away, so I went back to holding him, and I felt him melt back into me until we fell asleep. 

—[]—

When we woke up, he finally put on his sweat pants. He faced away but I caught a glance of his morning semi, and it made my stomach flip to see it with even more girth than before. I was used to seeing him naked at this point, and seeing his butt cheeks covered by fabric gave me an empty feeling inside. Something was missing. 

“I gotta piss,” he said, gathering his things. “Then I’m out for the day. See you later man thanks for letting me crash.”

And just like that, he was gone. I looked down at my own aching morning wood, and felt more than a horniness, it was a sort of sense of longing. It reminded me of my first crush, except it was a guy. It wasn’t a girl I just had sexual feelings for, rather it was a dude whom I wanted to befriend better. I wanted to make him happy and fulfilled, and a day earlier I had barely registered who he was. Just some guy I recognized from class. 

I spent most of the day hopping around the different cafes and quads on campus doing classwork. I loved taking my work and doing it in random spots. I would do school work for about twenty minutes at a time, and then end up day dreaming about Alex and his body. I had to stop myself from texting him too much, but we still ended up texting throughout the day. We agreed that life was different after a night of nudism. I did my best to avoid referencing his huge dick directly.

Me: You wanna come by again tonight? Could use a chill gaming night.

Alex: Sure, depending on how my “study date” goes 😉

Me: Go get ‘em tiger

Around 7pm he knocked on my door without even texting me first. I opened the door and looked at him standing there in a tight tee shirt and loose sweat pants. His face showed a bit of disappointment. I fought off a grin when I saw him, and he noticed and started fighting a grin as well, until we started chuckling like we were laughing at the same inside joke. “It didn’t go great,” he said finally, “She was really annoying, never stopped talking.”

“Sorry to hear that, dude,” I said, but inside I was stoked to see him again and hang out. 

We played video games again, and I suggested we get naked, “let our balls breathe”. It took a little coaxing, but he went for it. As soon as the next round ended, he grabbed his waistband and lifted his ass off the rug, pulling them down until they got tangled at his ankles. His big dick flopped out, just as meaty as I remembered. I laughed and reached over to help him with his pants, getting them off his feet, before reaching for my own and dropping them down. I caught him looking at my ass out of the corner of my eye. The thought flashed across my mind that maybe he would fuck me with that big tool. Would I even want that? Would he?

I sat next to him, thigh to thigh, and he didn’t move. He looked innocent, which made his giant cock even more meaningful somehow. I started to get hard, but knew there was no way to hide it, so I just sort of held it between my legs as best I could. The whole time, I couldn’t stop thinking about his body, and while we played video games I kept inadvertently bringing the conversation back to his big cock, not even on purpose. 

“The girls must love that,” I said without thinking.

“I haven’t done shit with girls,” he said with a sigh, “no game.”

“Shame,” I said, “That thing deserves some action.”

“Ok…” he said, obviously unsure how to answer that.

“Sorry, it’s just like, surreal. I wanna hold it,” I said, cursing myself instantly for saying that. 

He looked at me abruptly with wide eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I, uh, wanna see how heavy it is,” I said. I gulped.

“Ok…” he said, looking down at his cock. 

I was surprised he was ok with it, since he was so shy in general, but I guess the streaking had opened him up, and he hadn’t said anything about my own raging boner that I was failing to hide for the past hour or so.

My heart started racing, and I leaned over and reached for it, cupping the thick piece of meat in my hand. Up this close, I could smell his masculinity. It was the end of a long day, and his pure essence was emanating off of him. I could tell he showered after he left my dorm that morning, and the rest of the day was just his essence. His man meat was hot to the touch, and I gave it a light squeeze. It flinched in my hand. It was other-worldly. It was hard to believe it was the same organ I had on my body. The same shape, but probably five times the volume, even though I’m not small. I squeezed the base of it and pulled my hand up slowly toward the tip, feeling it just barely start to fill with blood. He exhaled and leaned back a bit. I pressed back down to his short, off-blonde pubes as he leaned back on his hands, watching me. My other hand explored his balls, which were more than a handful.

“Are you trying to jerk me off?” he asked, almost whispering.

“I guess,” I said. A beat of silence.

“Use both hands,” he said, “I’ll never cum from that.”

I got a rush through my entire body. I put both my hands on his shaft as he leaned his head back with his eyes closed. He lost all inhibitions and even grunted lightly as I worked him up and down.

In the heat of the moment, I took the plunge and bent down to put my mouth on it, but as soon as he felt my breath on his shaft, he put a hand on my head to stop me. So I started jerking him hard, aimed right at my face. His hips were thrusting involuntarily and he started leaking out onto my hand. The pre-cum rubbed in as I stroked his shaft and the sounds started to get sloshy. He moaned a bit, then did something surprising.

He grabbed the back of my head and pressed me down into his balls. For such a young looking guy, with a baby face and soft features and barely any pubes, his man scent hit me like I just got punched in the face. It was surreal to be sniffing a guy’s musky nuts, and I felt like I could literally sense the testosterone concentrated in his massive cock and balls. The smell was so familiar but still different. He barely had any hair down there, and I kept stroking him above my face as I stuck out my tongue and started licking. He mashed my face in firmly and made my nose push hard into the base of his big, throbbing cock. I sniffed and licked until I couldn’t take it anymore and lifted up to put his cock in my mouth. His whole body spasmed when I did that. This dude was triggering things in me I never expected. Suddenly I was a cock worshiping little faggot in the presence of a superior man with a huge cock.

I guess he was fine with me blowing him now, because he got dominant out of nowhere, pushing my head down and making me gag, even giving little notes like, “that’s feels good, dude,” and “fuck yeah.” I got up on all fours to have better access to his dick with my mouth, feeling the air hit my ass when my cheeks spread apart.

My hands were working overtime rubbing his balls and his taint, and my saliva was soaking his entire crotch. When he spread his legs and started fucking directly into my mouth, it felt like the most intense sexual experience of my life. Pure manly energy from the biggest dick I’d ever seen was slamming into my throat and making my eyes water and throat juices come out of my nose. With his legs spread apart I couldn’t help but play with his ass a bit too. My fingers, lubed by all my saliva that was dripping down, rubbed around his hole, which surprisingly had no hair on it at all. It was smooth and soft and made me think of pussy, even with a giant cock in my mouth. The circuits in my brain were crossed, and I was having thoughts I’d never experienced before. 

Eventually I got a finger inside, and he flinched and his hole tightened like a vice on my finger, but soon relaxed as I kept servicing his cock.

My dick throbbed so hard it hurt, and I occasionally had to grab it just to give it a squeeze and stop the aching. I was leaking a puddle onto the floor that wouldn’t stop.

Eventually I had a couple more fingers inside him, feeling around like I was trying to find a girl’s g-spot. I had always heard about the prostate, but had no idea where it might be. Still, he seemed to be loving it, totally leaning into my hand as I fingered him and stuffed his meat into my mouth. My head bounced rapidly and he pushed to make it go deeper. I was in a completely different mindset than I had ever felt.

Suddenly, I hit a breaking point. I lifted him up off the floor and carried him. He wrapped his arms around my neck, surprised, and I dropped him on my bed.

“I have to fuck you, dude,” I said.

He didn’t miss a beat.  “After what you did for me, fucking go for it dude. Do whatever you want to me. I just wanna cum.”

I heard a crash of thunder just as he said that. I guess it’s raining.

I lifted his knees to his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. I rubbed my pre-cum covered dick up and down between his cheeks over his saliva-soaked hole and pressed forward. His eyes went wide. Neither of us expected to be doing this, even an hour ago. I don’t know what I wanted, but I wasn’t picturing him taking my cock. He grabbed my hand and pulled it to his dick, and I started stroking it. His mouth dropped open as I pushed in another inch and rubbed the head of his dick firmly, making loud sloshing sounds. I was having a moment of emotional clarity, that something about this moment was meaningful. Something about this was the sexual ideal I had sought for years. He was in some state of euphoria, and I was having the time of my life, and we were doing it together, just us. It was better than any fantasy I had ever had about a girl.

I started thrusting into him, and couldn’t wait to see him cum. I wondered if he came a lot, like the guys in porn do sometimes, or if it would ooze out onto my hand. He held his legs up by the knees, and I had one hand on his cock and one on his thigh, balancing as I found a rhythm and increased the pace, feeling his body squeeze against me and push back.

“This feels so good,” I said, looking down at his giant cock in my hands. My fingers didn’t even wrap all the way around it. I paused intermittently to rub the head of his dick with my thumb.

“This is a trip,” he said, “You can actually go harder?”

“Really?” I said.

“Yes,” he said, and started rocking his body a bit, humping into my hand and getting my dick into him even deeper. I pushed balls deep, feeling his insides stretch around me, and suddenly I felt his hole pulse on my dick.

“Oh shit, I’m—” he started.

“Yeah,” I interrupted, rubbing him even faster and humping into him. His meat got as hard as steel and throbbed in my hand as he started to squirt. The first shots were small precursors to a big squirt that went over his head and landed on my pillow. It shocked me and I tried to pull his dick back so it would shoot up in the air. The next shots hit his neck and chest, and suddenly I was over the edge too. I didn’t even announce it at first, just froze inside him and started pulsing. It felt like the biggest load of my life, and our pulses almost matched right near the end while he oozed out his last few drops onto my hand.

We started laughing gently as we looked at the mess we made. 

“Dude, I can’t believe you fucked me,” he said, sounding a little unsure. 

I stayed inside him, not wanting to leave yet. “Do you need me to pull out?”

“Eventually,” he said, and tried to reach out for a shirt of mine laying near the edge of my bed. I grabbed it for him and cleaned the cum off his body. 

“We need a shower,” I said, finally letting my dick slip out, even though I was still hard.

“It’s raining right now,” he said back with a smirk.

I smiled. I grabbed his hand and let him out into the hallway, completely naked with our dicks bouncing around. We passed by a hallmate of mine, whose jaw dropped. “Is there another streak tonight?”

“Join us if you want!” I said, running down the hall with Alex.

He muttered, “I’m good,” as we passed him and shoved open the doors into the grassy quad. The rain washed down on us. It was even more freeing than the night before as we got soaked, naked in public, this time just the two of us. We basically danced in the rain, jogging circles around the quad and grabbing each other by the arms. We left the quad and started going down the street, and we even howled like wolves a few times. We passed some rowdy frat guys who howled back at us like they were cheering us on.

I got extra bold when we passed a pharmacy on the corner near my dorm. 

“I need to get something,” I said, and turned toward the door.

“Dude, no!” he said with a big smile on his face. To my surprise though, he followed me in, trying and failing to fully cover his dick with his hands. “What are we doing in here??”

“We need lube,” I said, “I’m gonna need help taking that thing.”