Only Here — A Cody Club Member’s Choice Story

Everyone is 18.

Enjoy. It’s a weird one.

It started with the collar. It looked more like a cat’s than a dog’s.

It had been slipped under my door sometime after I went to bed, coiled neatly around a cobalt blue card that read only: Selection Confirmed. Midnight. North Greenhouse. Wear nothing you’d regret losing.

Signed in looping pen: c/o Congress of the Wild, Jungle House Society.

It was obvious my older brother, Zack had left the note and collar. His handwriting was too specific to miss. But when I asked him about it the next day, he just blinked at me and played dumb, like he’d never even heard of the Jungle House. That was confirmation enough.

I was in the final month of my junior year at the only public school in our quiet little town. On the surface, everything looked normal. Pep rallies, bad vending machines, awkward assemblies. But beneath it, there was a tradition. A secret. Every year, the graduating class chose a handful of rising seniors, barely eighteen, to undergo some sort of a midnight initiation. No one talked about what happened there. My brother was graduating this year. That meant he'd be on the other side of the initiation. He’d gone through it the year before, and when I asked about it back then, he just smiled and said nothing.

I had been waiting all year for this. I watched from the sidelines every time Zack and his friends exchanged those knowing looks, or when a senior came back from somewhere late at night looking different. They always seemed a little freer, a little raw. I didn’t know exactly what Jungle House was. No one did. That was part of the deal. But I knew Zack had gone through it, and whatever it was, it had marked him. I worried I wouldn’t measure up. Not in the physical sense—I was strong and confident enough. But in that deeper way, the kind that mattered when things got strange and rules faded. I didn’t know if I was adventurous enough for something like this. I didn’t want to be the one who flinched. I didn’t want to be the reason Zack looked disappointed.

I had always looked up to Zack, but was never sure what he thought about me to be honest. Was I a good brother? I thought so, but he was a mystery to me. I wondered if I was looking forward to the initiation more for me, or to feel closer to him.

Everyone knew that the guys who made it through the ritual came back different. Not just looser or more confident, but magnetic. They ruled the school in this quiet, effortless way. Teachers gave them a little more leeway, underclassmen watched them like they were gods. Even the other seniors deferred to them. I’d seen it happen to Zack and his crew the year before. They’d been just guys one week, and something else entirely the next. I was terrified of failing whatever this was. Terrified of being the one who flinched, who froze up, who couldn’t go through with it. The guys who backed out didn’t just fade into the background. They became a kind of joke. A pariah. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want to be the one Zack didn’t look at the same way after.

So yes, i snuck out of the house that night, and I wore the collar. And beneath a robe, I wore just a pair of comfortable athletic shorts. I had a feeling it was going to be wild. I figured we were going to have to do a mud crawl or maybe even a nude swim across the lake. So, I wanted to be ready. Luckily I wasn’t ashamed of my body. I played sports religiously, just like Zack. We both had that lean, athletic build that came from years of track, wrestling, and pickup games that ended with sweaty scrapes and bruises. I also had a certain reputation, thanks to a few too many truth-or-dare games where manhood comparisons had been made and remembered. It wasn’t bragging. It was just a fact that I had a hefty sausage. And tonight, I figured confidence might count for something. Still, I wondered if I was going to succeed in whatever this was. Something told me I wasn't going to be the same afterward, some whisper from the wind, tapping on the back of my head.

The greenhouse was glowing from within when I arrived. Not electric light, but Candles. I had crossed the threshold like Lucy into the wardrobe, but I found vines instead of snow. I clutched the collar, as it was one of the few pieces of clothing I had on. The vibe was heat and the smell of jasmine. Maybe fifty guys were arranged in a ring. Someone had piped jungle noises into the background, parrots screeching, water dripping. There were vines strewn everywhere, some real, some velvet. We were satyrs in sneakers.

I saw Zack, wearing a toga, and I could tell there was nothing on underneath. He looked like a statue of Dionysus... if Dionysus wrestled varsity. He was in a wild spirit, greeting me with a solemn nod that said, without words, you’re one of us now. It felt weird and kind of thrilling to see him in that role, older brother turned gatekeeper of the wildest tradition in town. We were in a temple, daring the gods to join us.

And the people. All guys, draped in sheets like togas, adorned with tribal paint, leather harnesses, and occasional absurd touches, like a guy in nothing but fox ears, a speedo, and a sash that read Daddy Whip.

That's the guy that approached me with the kind of confidence that got guys elected class president and kicked out of Amherst in the same semester.

"You’re late," he said, running a finger down my collar. "But you brought a gift."

He didn’t mean a physical one. I was already getting the idea that at Jungle House, you offered vulnerability. Or spectacle. There was a nudist vibe with the group here, not just normal male shirtlessness. I noticed butts and dicks swinging around as soon as I got there.

That night’s “session” was already in full swing. One jockish guy with big shoulders sat bound. Gently, Performatively, tied up with satin scarves to an antique garden chair, giving a dramatic reading of The Articles of Musk while someone else fanned him with a fern. In another corner, a circle of males passed around a pudding cup while chanting something about “the annual bukkake of wisdom.” I thought it was symbolic, but I didn’t ask.

Someone handed me a goblet of iced jungle juice and whispered, “We honor the broken condom tonight.” I looked up to see it was Jordan, a graduating senior I'd seen around, but was never close with. He played baseball, and had a reputation for having a thick ass, eliciting the most gay jokes of anyone else in school.

“What?” I asked.

He pointed across the bonfire to a naked guy standing on a barrel. He was facing away, showing only his muscular back and athletic ass. In the dim light, I couldn't tell who it was, but I had a sense I knew him.

"See, and understand," Jordan said cryptically.

Then the nude jock on the barrel turned around, and it was none other than Zack. My mind wavered from an internal eye-roll and fascination seeing him in this light, until I looked down and saw the star of the show. He was hard, and it was the largest cock I had ever seen, even after scouring so much of the internet in my time. The guys cheered as Zack gestured to his sturdy manhood. It was pointing straight ahead, the size of a pringles can. It was inhuman, and I was sure I was looking at an optical illusion, but I looked away before I got lost in the thought. What's in this jungle juice?

I started to panic, the jungle in my chest started to beat with its own heavy drum, and I headed for the path that led out of the woods and back to real life. But before I left the threshold of the spirit jungle, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see it was Zack, not a single piece of clothing on him, his giant hog hanging down between his legs. I didn't say anything, but he could see the concern on my face. He looked me in the eyes, a half smile and peaceful assuredness on his face. "You don’t leave the jungle the same way you entered.”

Something about the look in his eye made me pause, and I let the vines pull me back in. I followed Zack back into the debauchery, and he disappeared into the crowd. 

Jordan found me again, and guided me to the “Rimming Subcommittee,” which turned out to be a pile of beanbags and giggling males debating whether sexual acts could be legislated. The phrase “manpussy tax credit” was mentioned more than once.

At one point, someone pulled out a rubber chicken and solemnly called it the Foreskin of Liberty. It was passed around reverently and everyone kissed it. I kissed it when it came to me. It was weird that no one was laughing.

Later, I found myself alone for a moment with one of the organizers, Theo. Bare chest painted in vines, the same shade of cobalt blue as the invitation, a blindfold tied around his head, fangs painted onto his jawline. His voice was soft. "How do you like it so far?"

"I didn’t expect Congress to be this… stripped down. It's not a gay thing, is it?"

He smirked, but avoided answering directly. "Just lean into it, absorb the experience. It's beyond words... limits, other Earthly concepts. I think there's about to be a filibuster." 

I didn’t flinch as he reached over and tightened my collar. I wondered about the atmosphere. I had never had a gay thought in my life, I think, as long as the occasional twitter femboy doesn't count. Theo’s words hung in the air as I rubbed the tightened collar on my neck.

A voice boomed from across the room. “FILIBUSTER!” It was Jordan, standing stark naked by the bonfire, his arms raised in mock defiance. The room erupted into cheers, and in a matter of seconds, everyone, even Zack, dropped the last of their clothes. The air was electric with anticipation, and the graduating seniors moved with a predatory grace, their bodies lithe and muscular, each one a testament to years of athletic discipline. Their chests were broad, their abs taut, and their confidence was almost palpable, radiating an intimidating masculinity that made my heart race.

We, the rising seniors, were commanded to kneel, and though my instinct was to resist, there was something thrilling about surrendering to the moment. I was in a different world. We weren’t boys anymore. This was Peter Pan's Mystery World for lost jocks.

I dropped to my knees, feeling the cool grass against my skin, and watched as the graduating class approached. One by one, they paired with us, their cocks hard and ready. I glanced over at Zack, who was standing beside me, his hand on the back of my friend Danny’s blindfolded head as he thrust into his mouth. He was tensing his body tightly, and I could see his defined cum gutters gathering his sweat like a river from this angle. I had always tried to avoid looking at Zack when he was naked at home, but now I couldn’t tear my eyes away. His cock was more than impressive. It was thick and veiny, like mine but bigger. I never thought I would appreciate seeing a dick, but something was different now, and it was just another addition to the weirdest night of my life. And he moved with a confidence that was both shocking and mesmerizing. I felt like I had never seen that side of him before. His balls were slapping poor Danny's chin as his shaft stretched his mouth wide, but he was taking it like a champ, without a feather of hesitation. Danny's own dick was sticking straight up, and I saw his ass tense in waves as his throat was invaded repeatedly.

Before I could even process what I was seeing, I felt a hand grip the back of my head. It was Colin, a friend of my brother's, a guy I’d known forever, his body on full display as he positioned himself in front of me. Without hesitation, he pushed his thick cock into my mouth, and I felt a jolt of surprise as he began to thrust. He was rougher than I expected, his movements commanding and unapologetic. I tried to focus on the rhythm, but I couldn’t help glancing over at Zack again, who was now deep-throating my friend with an intensity that made my stomach clench. It was a strange mix of awe and discomfort, but as Colin’s cock filled my mouth, I realized there was no turning back. The night had taken a turn I never could have anticipated, and I was completely at its mercy.

The guys got ravenous. Wildness trumped reason. Someone turned the jungle sounds louder, and I could feel the vibrations deep in my chest as Colin hammered into my mouth. Suddenly, strong hands grabbed me, lifting me off my knees. My shorts were yanked off in one swift motion, and I was laid on my back on the cool grass. Colin wasted no time, jumping back over my face, his balls brushing against my lips. I stuck out my tongue instinctively, coating him in saliva, when I felt someone grab my legs and spread them wide.

Someone was going for my ass.

I tried to look, but Colin gripped my head with both hands, shoving his cock back into my throat, feeding it deep as he loomed above me. It was only then that I noticed how hard I was myself, my cock leaking pre-cum onto my stomach. Below me, the mystery guy spread my cheeks apart, and I felt the cool night air brush against my hole.

And then, a tongue.

It was warm and slick, exploring me with a deliberate rhythm that made my hips buck. I moaned around Colin’s cock, my body trembling as the sensation built. When the tongue gave way to something thicker, I knew what was coming. I braced myself, but the push was slow, deliberate, and oddly comforting. He pressed into me extremely slowly, pulling out a centimeter then going back in two centimeters, until he was fully sheathed. And then he began to move. The pain was sharp, but the slow entry made the burning and sharp pangs give way to tingling, numbness, and eventually a pleasant internal massage feeling.

At some point, his hand found my cock, jerking me off in sync with his thrusts. The combination was overwhelming. I came once, quickly and hard, my body arching as I spilled onto my stomach and Colin's ass, and the mystery guy's hand. He didn’t stop, though, and soon I was hard again.

Colin finally pulled out of my throat, patting my cheek as he stood. I coughed, caught my breath, wiped the tears from my face, and squinted down to see the one who had just fucked me.

It was Zack.

He just stared back at me, his face unreadable but his eyes dark. He didn’t say a word, just leaned down and continued to jerk me off while he ripped a broken condom off his dick and pushed back into me. Guess that's where he got that nickname, I thought. Colin stayed close by, watching us and stroking his own thick and low hanging flesh pole until he was hard again.

I lay there, dazed, the night’s events swirling in my mind. The collar around my neck felt heavier now, a symbol of something irreversible, as Zack spit onto my crotch for some lube, and stroked me rapidly as he started fucking me even harder than before. I looked at his face, ritualistically mindful in a sex-drunken haze. I saw Zack clearly for the first time, not just with my eyes. We were both athletes, but only one of us knew how to lose control.

In this scene of weirdness for weirdness' sake, I leaned into how good it felt, and I looked him in the eye while my body rocked with his thrusts. He started to hump me more sporadically, and his eyes glazed over. He released a low grunt while he furiously pumped my own pole as I climaxed a second time, feeling my hole throb over his own pulsing shaft. When I dropped my body into the warm grass, he slipped out of me and stood, his masculine form silhouetted by the bonfire, and walked over to stand above my face.

He looked down, and put his foot gently on my face. I wasn't sure what to do, but in the spirit of things, I licked it. Suddenly, Colin was standing on the other side of me, and I grabbed his foot as well, pulling it against my other cheek. It was the first time I had actively pushed for something since the night began, rather than being pulled into each stage of debauchery. Activated by my newly found agency, I grabbed their feet and licked them roughly, getting between their toes back and forth. Colin started jerking off again, and Zack joined in. From below, I watched their veiny shafts get stroked, and within a minute I was catching drops of pre-cum and sweat as it dripped off of them, down onto my face. This was never a part of my fantasy before, but Theo was right, this wasn't explainable in words.

I was wandering through the jungle, vines tugging at my mind, and I was lost in it. It was like I was searching for a ray of sunlight under the dense canopy, but the clearing never came.

I continued to be a foot licker for these guys-turned-animals until suddenly Colin squatted down over my face, released a heavy breath and squirted jizz onto my red face. I squinted my eyes shut but opened my mouth, and a few seconds later Zack squatted down over me, and I had two balls full of male musk bouncing over my face as I got another dose of jizz. I was baptized into something new. Instead of holy water, we had jungle juice and cum.

Zack leaned into my ear. “You finally showed up.”

When they got up and walked wordlessly over to the bonfire, I looked around, wiping the gooey mess off my face. Danny was on his back, catching his breath, slowly stroking himself. He was the only one I had seen tonight who had a foreskin, and I watched it curiously as it moved over the head of his cock. I wondered how it felt, and I reached over to help him jerk off. He didn't look at me, just laid back and gently thrust up into my hand until he quickly came onto his stomach with a small squeak. He opened his eyes, and looked at me with a satisfied grin. I didn't have to ask how he was doing. It was the same as me. Weird, but good.

The others from my class were in similar situations, taking dick in one or both holes, while the graduating class battered them senseless with their thick meats. It was a sea of pale skin and pink dicks, heads being bounced onto crotches like basketballs, gagging, groans, gasps and fast breathing. Everything I saw, I felt.

When the candlelight burned low and dawn started peeking through the mist, everyone was mostly spent, and we climbed to the roof of the greenhouse as a naked group, and watched the sunrise. I pulled off my collar, and dropped it off the roof into the bonfire below, and my body was weightless. I basked in the quiet joy of having gotten away with it, whatever it was. I didn't know what this meant for me. Was it empowering? Was I becoming like Zack...or leaving him behind? I didn't even know.

A voice broke in my ear. "You alright?"

It was Zack, I didn't look at him, just smiled gently, watching the sun rise, and nodded.

He stood next to me, both of us naked and soaking in the warmth in front of us. 

“I see you’ve outgrown your collar,” he said quietly.

The sky was streaked with orange and soft purple, the kind of quiet light that made everything feel more honest. I sat cross-legged on the rooftop, the damp air clinging to my skin, watching the horizon while the others laughed softly behind me. The ritual was over, but something in me still buzzed. I had expected to feel proud, maybe even triumphant, but instead I felt cracked open in a way I hadn’t planned for, but it wasn’t bad. This wasn’t about being bold or brave or proving anything to anyone, even Zack. It was about seeing myself differently, maybe for the first time. 

Someone passed me a tin mug of whatever jungle juice was left, and someone else jokingly declared, “This meeting of the Rimming Subcommittee is now adjourned.” A few of the guys laughed, tired but warm. The ritual might have been absurd, but it had worked. It had stripped something away and left us lighter. We weren’t playing characters anymore, just resting in the afterglow of having crossed a line together. I stared out at the horizon and thought about how strange it was that a night full of fake titles, naked speeches and rampant group sex had left me feeling more real than anything else had done all year.

Danny, a rising senior like me, curled up beside me, still wearing his collar. He looked dazed, blissed-out, the way you do after surviving something thrilling and strange.

He turned to me and asked, “Is it always gonna be like this from now on?”

“No,” I said. “Only here.”

And in that moment, with the scent of musk, candle smoke, and rule-breaking still clinging to us, I knew I’d never be the same. I may have been a rising senior, but I was just a freshman in this new world. I didn’t just walk into a jungle. I let it grow inside me.