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Archive-name: Samesex/butt.txt
Archive-author: Tripp Venderford
Archive-title: In Search of Buried Butt-Holes
I confess: I am a closet voyeur.
So what? you may ask.
In an age when cocktail conversations among casual acquaintances often
unveil a not-so-secret predilection toward fist-fucking, and
piss-drinking, a yearning to view naked men man seems terribly tame,
perhaps old fashioned. Granted, my confession may hardly warrant a single
brow to raise. I am not, however, your run-of-the-mill Peeping Tom. I am a
minority within, captive of an obsession within an obsession. For it is
not simple the sight of a hefty love tool or a firm set of buns that sets
my cock a throb. The source of my most heated passion is far more
specific. It is the sight of an exposed butt-hole that solicits my
ultimate thrill.
Now, bung-hole gazing is not a pastime that is presented with frequent
opportunities. The typical gay voyeur may easily quench his lustful
desires by sauntering into the shower room or the local gym or by
purchasing any number of erotic magazines. My task is far more difficult.
I must patiently wait for the proverbial drop of the soap that may cause
the subject of my attention to stoop, and in doing so, spread his cheeks
to reveal a blossoming bud. And rare is the centerfold photographer who
positions his beefcake model is such a pose as to expose that alluring
third eye.
Nestled betwixt the buttocks, the asshole bears the distinction of being
the unique structure of the male anatomy that does not readily display
itself for the world to behold. Indeed, the eighteenth century French
novelist, Marquis de Sade, wrote that the butt-hole is the body's most
private part. Herein, perhaps, lies my intrigue with this
exceptional gem. The history of my unusual fixation is readily traced to
my college days spent at a conservative southern university. Like all good
southern gentlemen, I pledged a fraternity during my
freshman year. Quite naively, I endured an initiation that seethed of
sexual overtones. The eroticism or these sanctioned rites remained
unrecognized until the following Spring Q that semester that I realized my
carnal interest if
members of my own sex.
At the beginning of the term, a half-dozen new pledges were invited to
join our house. Hell Weeks began the following Friday evening, and I
joined my brothers in the social room to witness the preliminary ceremony.
One at a time, the new
recruits were summoned to the room and were told to stand before the
brotherhood. The constitution and bylaws of the fraternity were read aloud
by the chapter president. Emphasis was placed on the house's stride toward
unity, an ideal which precluded the harboring of any secrets from the
brotherhood. As a demonstration of our intentions to uphold these
mandates, the pledge was then ordered to strip butt-bare naked.
Ted Graves was the first to undergo this ritual. The tall began by pulling
the tight knit polo shirt over his head. Globe-like pectoral muscles and
straining biceps bore witness the the junior-varsity crew member's
athletic prowess. Topsiders kicked aside, the initiate dropped his khakis.
And with a good-natured laugh, this Adonis-like delight shucked down his
white
jockey shorts. A rather spectacular appendage dangled between the boy's
beefy thighs. His cock was incredibly long, thick at the base and tapering
to a pointed snout of overhanging foreskin. The pledge trainer stepped
toward the
bare-assed youth and surveyed the displayed equipment.
"You're hiding something from the brotherhood!" he barked. "Let's see that
cock head you've got stashed behind those curtains!"
Ted chuckled and obediently peeled back his foreskin. A glistening, plumb
colored knob poked from the dong's fleshy sheath.
"That's better!" the pledge trainer smirked. "Now turn around!"
A minute of awkward silence followed as the initiate stood with his back
to the audience.
"You're slow to catch on, aren't you, Pledge?" the pledge trainer's harsh
voice shattered the quiet. "We mean to inspect every damned inch of your
worthless body! Bend over and spread your cheeks! We wanna see where the
sun don't
shine."
Ted hesitated, then dutifully bent over. His large tanned hands grasped
the lily-white crescents which parted to reveal a pink, puckering chute.
"Give us a wink!" one of the brothers yelled from the audience. At that,
the assembly broke into a cacophony of jeering laughter and taunting
catcalls.
"That's enough!" the pledge trainer finally hushed the uproar. "Now cover
your sorry ass and take a seat 'til you're called for," he instructed the
pledge.
Ted forced an embarrassed grin as he stepped back into his trousers. I
consequently, shot an uncontrollable wad into my shorts. This blatant display
of the Adonis' most secret parts had excited me beyond belief. To be
certain, I did delight in seeing this handsome stud's nude body in its
entirety. Gazing at the naked male-flesh, however, was nothing novel to
me. I had certainly viewed plenty of naked cocks and asses parading
through locker rooms and dormitory gang showers. But a fully agape asshole
flaunted within
inches of my face! That was truly a marvel to behold. I waited with bated
breath as the remaining pledges were forced to strip and, ultimately,
expose the voluptuous morsel that hid between their flanks. The pledges'
re-action to this ritual was almost (but not quite) as interesting as the
spectacle itself.
While most of all of the initiates took great pride in showing off their
family jewels, each of them showed some shock or humiliation upon
uncovering his buried treasure.
It was not until the Fall semester of my senior year that I encountered a
brother who delighted in displaying his shit-chute. Mark had pledged the
fraternity the previous year and had proven to be quite and exhibitionist.
The raven-haired youth frequently strutted about the house in the raw,
boasting a
smooth, lithe frame carved by swim-team practice, and brandishing an
awesome dagger that jutted from his groin. Like many swimmers, Mark kept
his body (including his crotch) cleanly shaven supposedly to better his
time scores.
Stripped of both clothes and body hair, the swimmer was truly as naked as
naked can be. I was busy working on a term paper late one evening when
Mark stopped by my room. He was wearing only a tight pair of jeans, which
was a lot for him. He spotted the beer on my desk and asked if I had
another.
"Sure," I replied as I pulled one out of my small room refrigerator and
popped the tab.
We sat and talked mostly idle chit-chat. After about three beers, Mark was
feeling his oats. He began to giggle, then broke out in uncontrollable
laughter.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"Nothing," the boy continued to bellow.
"Come on," I prodded. "There must be something hysterically funny for you
to laugh so hard."
Mark clutched his sides as he heaved from laughter. "Ever see a bald
clam?" he managed to eke out.
"Can't say that I have," I chuckled.
"Now you have!" and with that the handsome youth dropped his jeans and
hiked his leg. A cleanly shaven, perfect blossom unfolded before my eyes.
"Kind of wild, huh?" he laughed.
My tallywhacker rose to attention as I nodded in agreement.
"It's so soft and smooth down there. It's almost like never wearing any
underwear," Mark fingered the rosy spot. "Feel it!" he offered.
I couldn't resist. Nervously, I guided my finger to the forbidden fruit.
Its pouting lips quivered at my touch. I watched the puckering slit unfurl
and nibble at my finger as I continued my steady strokes.
"Rosy has a life of her own, just like Peter," Mark laughed as he took his
rock-hard cock in hand.
"I bet I can make Rosy dance," I challenged.
"How's that?" he asked.
"Spread your legs a little wider, and I'll show you," I retorted.
Mark straddled my desk and propped his tiny butt into the air.
Gluttonously, I skirted my tongue across the tasty delicacy and began
lapping the swimmer's crevice. Mark's man pussy tasted moist and sweet.
Its musky aroma perfumed my breath. Tender folds of flesh trembled beneath
my tongue-lashing.
The satin-like doorway stood agape, beckoning my entrance. I hit the
bull's eye. Unfastening my pants, I pulled out my own dick and began
beating my meat as I tongue-
fucked Mark's hungry tunnel. My fraternity brother, was moaning with
pleasure. Each thrust of my tongue sent him squirming tortuously. He
reached back and pulled his buns even wider apart.
"Now! Now, stick your cock in me!" he squealed hoarsely.
I needed no second invitation. I pressed the head of my dick to his spit
slicked anus. With very slight pressure, it opened and I sled all the way
in.
"Fuck me! I want your man-seed deep in me!" he screamed.
I also was now wild with passion. I humped him with all abandon. I nestled
my face between his shoulders and reached around and grasped his hot
pecker. It was slimy with pre-cum. I could feel the tension building in my
balls. It was
rising up like a wave, up into my dick. Then it happened. I almost felt
faint as my cum spewed forth into him. His butt seemed to come alive. His
velvety rectum clamped down on my now super sensitive penis and convulsed
as he blasted
his own load into my hand.
We collapsed onto the floor breathing heavily. We just lay in each other's
arms for a long while.
Thus began a new era in my life.
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