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This story is fictional, though there are a few elements of truth in it. Some might have a hard time believing that Kevin could be as naive as he is, but that part I know is true--in that aspect, he is based on me. It's not typical of the stories here--it's not designed to keep you aroused.
Chapter One
On the Thursday morning of final exam week, Kevin Crosby felt confident as he placed his blue book exam on the professor's desk, and with that move, his first semester of college was finished. It felt good knowing that in the classroom that semester, he'd been a great success, and he was completely confident that he'd earned a 4.0 GPA.
Coming into college he'd worried about how he'd do, even though he had been the top student in his high school class of 36 students. He wasn't sure if being the top student in a small, farming community was any indication that he'd get good grades in college. But to his satisfaction, his grades had been great and his instructors had showered him with compliments on his writing and insight during class discussion. Going to a big school like State University had felt like a bit of a risk, but he knew he'd already succeeded in the small pond that was his high school. He didn't need to succeed in another small pond; it was time to succeed in a big one. And he was doing just that.
Kevin didn't spend too much time dwelling on his academic success, for what was most important to him right now was taking a shower and putting on clean clothes. In August when he moved into Miller Hall, the oldest all-male high rise dorm on campus, he almost immediately heard about its "Don't Shower Till It's Over" tradition during every Final Exam week, and the idea had scared him--not because he was worried about going from Sunday night until his last final without a shower and without changing clothes, but because of the other traditions associated with the week. To kick things off, on Sunday night before final exam week every participant was to walk completely naked to the showers at 8:00 p.m., all exiting their rooms simultaneously when a bell was rung for a parade to the showers. And while being naked with a bunch of guys made had made him pretty nervous, he'd figured he could handle it, especially if everyone was. What had completely freaked him out was that there there would be spectators at the parade--women form the comparable floor in the adjacent women's high rise. The fact that everyone was to preserve his anonymity by wearing wear a ski mask or something similar did little to relieve his fears.
But those worries were in August, and this was December. He'd learned a lot about his body since then--and his body had changed, too. Now, he was on his way to do the last part of the ritual--strut buck naked from his room to the shower, after which he could report to the floor coordinator that he'd fully participated. He wasn't worried a bit and, truth be told, he was actually hoping he'd be seen by someone.
As he walked back to the dorm, Kevin reflected more on the semester. He'd never told this to anyone, but he'd chosen to live in Miller because he'd read that it had private showers, not the gang ones that had made him feel so uncomfortable in high school and that had probably kept him from participating in sports. A late bloomer, he had hated showering after his gym class in 9th grade (thank God it was only one semester, and the only required gym class of high school) when it seemed everyone else had pubic hair and a penis much bigger than his. For the three and a half years that followed his last gym class shower, he'd not only never been naked in front of anyone, but he'd also always used the stalls to pee to make sure that no one could see his cock. So when he heard about his dorm's "Don't Shower Till It's Over" competition and the traditions associated with it, he gave thought to trying to move to a different dorm or even quitting school. Of course, participation was optional, but the idea of being perceived as a coward didn't appeal much to him either. Fortunately, he'd heard that it was permissible to try to cover up what he could with a hand, so that had calmed him down. Now, feeling completely satisfied with his life as a resident of Miller, he was glad he’d not let fear drive him into making any drastic moves during the first several days of the semester.
This past Sunday when the moment of the group parade to the shower finally arrived, he hadn't been too stressed. The females would be in the TV lounge and could only see the guys briefly as they walked past the open door, and he found out they weren't really "parading," more "herding" as they walked down the hallway and past the TV lounge door--maybe he'd get lost in the crowd. And he knew he'd be wearing a mask, so no one would be able to match his body to his face.
And while all those things had given him some security, the main reason he felt secure doing it was that he knew that his dick was probably bigger than anyone else's on the floor. Figuring out that he had a big dick had probably been the best discovery of his first semester--it certainly was his biggest surprise.
Chapter One
On the Thursday morning of final exam week, Kevin Crosby felt confident as he placed his blue book exam on the professor's desk, and with that move, his first semester of college was finished. It felt good knowing that in the classroom that semester, he'd been a great success, and he was completely confident that he'd earned a 4.0 GPA.
Coming into college he'd worried about how he'd do, even though he had been the top student in his high school class of 36 students. He wasn't sure if being the top student in a small, farming community was any indication that he'd get good grades in college. But to his satisfaction, his grades had been great and his instructors had showered him with compliments on his writing and insight during class discussion. Going to a big school like State University had felt like a bit of a risk, but he knew he'd already succeeded in the small pond that was his high school. He didn't need to succeed in another small pond; it was time to succeed in a big one. And he was doing just that.
Kevin didn't spend too much time dwelling on his academic success, for what was most important to him right now was taking a shower and putting on clean clothes. In August when he moved into Miller Hall, the oldest all-male high rise dorm on campus, he almost immediately heard about its "Don't Shower Till It's Over" tradition during every Final Exam week, and the idea had scared him--not because he was worried about going from Sunday night until his last final without a shower and without changing clothes, but because of the other traditions associated with the week. To kick things off, on Sunday night before final exam week every participant was to walk completely naked to the showers at 8:00 p.m., all exiting their rooms simultaneously when a bell was rung for a parade to the showers. And while being naked with a bunch of guys made had made him pretty nervous, he'd figured he could handle it, especially if everyone was. What had completely freaked him out was that there there would be spectators at the parade--women form the comparable floor in the adjacent women's high rise. The fact that everyone was to preserve his anonymity by wearing wear a ski mask or something similar did little to relieve his fears.
But those worries were in August, and this was December. He'd learned a lot about his body since then--and his body had changed, too. Now, he was on his way to do the last part of the ritual--strut buck naked from his room to the shower, after which he could report to the floor coordinator that he'd fully participated. He wasn't worried a bit and, truth be told, he was actually hoping he'd be seen by someone.
As he walked back to the dorm, Kevin reflected more on the semester. He'd never told this to anyone, but he'd chosen to live in Miller because he'd read that it had private showers, not the gang ones that had made him feel so uncomfortable in high school and that had probably kept him from participating in sports. A late bloomer, he had hated showering after his gym class in 9th grade (thank God it was only one semester, and the only required gym class of high school) when it seemed everyone else had pubic hair and a penis much bigger than his. For the three and a half years that followed his last gym class shower, he'd not only never been naked in front of anyone, but he'd also always used the stalls to pee to make sure that no one could see his cock. So when he heard about his dorm's "Don't Shower Till It's Over" competition and the traditions associated with it, he gave thought to trying to move to a different dorm or even quitting school. Of course, participation was optional, but the idea of being perceived as a coward didn't appeal much to him either. Fortunately, he'd heard that it was permissible to try to cover up what he could with a hand, so that had calmed him down. Now, feeling completely satisfied with his life as a resident of Miller, he was glad he’d not let fear drive him into making any drastic moves during the first several days of the semester.
This past Sunday when the moment of the group parade to the shower finally arrived, he hadn't been too stressed. The females would be in the TV lounge and could only see the guys briefly as they walked past the open door, and he found out they weren't really "parading," more "herding" as they walked down the hallway and past the TV lounge door--maybe he'd get lost in the crowd. And he knew he'd be wearing a mask, so no one would be able to match his body to his face.
And while all those things had given him some security, the main reason he felt secure doing it was that he knew that his dick was probably bigger than anyone else's on the floor. Figuring out that he had a big dick had probably been the best discovery of his first semester--it certainly was his biggest surprise.