I do so love bouncing cocks.
And when Emily declared she would get Brian completely naked and take his shoes and socks, I audibly cheered.
The Freshman Show
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Then I suppose the jump rope scene must have been quite enjoyable for you!
Love that you cheered! Thanks for reading and for the comment. New part should be out today, I hope.And when Emily declared she would get Brian completely naked and take his shoes and socks, I audibly cheered.
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The Freshman Show: Chapter 5 and Epilogue
Chapter 5: The Grand Prize
After a few more seconds, the electricity started building in the gym. I heard one girl intensely whispering, "Jerk it... jerk it..." Then another girl joined her, still in a whisper. "Jerk it... jerk it..." Then another, and another. It started to morph from a whisper to a full on chant. Oh my god. There was an entire sports team of girls in a semicircle around me, demanding that I jerk off in front of them.
Finally, Emily bent down, and said, "Geez, Brian. Do I have to do everything for you?" And she lifted my hand and put it on my cock. Then she stood back up and stared down at me.
"Now go, Brian. Do it. Now," she ordered. Then she added, "We haven't got all night."
With the room chanting, I had run out of options. So I did. I couldn't believe it, but I did. I started stroking. And as soon as I did, the energy in the room skyrocketed. I saw their faces looking at me.
Some of the girls looked disgusted, but that didn't keep them from staring. Some of the girls looked embarrassed, but that didn't keep them from staring. Some of the girls were into watching me humiliate myself. And they just looked and looked and looked. I looked up at Emily. She had one eyebrow raised, and she said, "Okay, Brian. Make us proud. Show us what you've got."
As I continued, I heard one girl say, "Hope you're better at this than you are at basketball!" And then came the reply from another girl, "Well, he's probably a lot more practice! Isn't that right, Brian?"
So much laughter.
As I got closer, I found myself looking at Emily. Something about her smirk was helping me finish. I heard some of the girls gleefully shouting, "He's getting closer! He's getting closer! Oh my god. He's going to shoot! He's going to do it!"
And I looked right into Emily's eyes as I shot it. It was so powerful, it went way past the tissue she had put out. Some of the girls even jumped back a little. The room was filled with cheers and applause. I can't be quite sure, but I think I got a standing ovation.
As soon as I finished, I fell back onto the mat, just lying there. I didn't even care about covering anymore. There would be no point. The girls started to make a circle, like a team huddle with me on the floor in the center. And then they started chanting, "Brian! Brian! Brian!" There was a lot of laughter and pointing. But I didn't care. It was over. I had survived.
Over the next few minutes, as I continued to just lay there on the floor, no longer even concerned about being naked, and just happy it was over, the girls started to quietly gather their things and leave. Some of them stopped by on their way out. Maybe they'd kind of take one more stare at me all naked, and then give me a smile or a "Good job." Or maybe they'd say something like, "Thanks for the best Freshman Show ever," or "Nice job. Really. You put it all out there." Jessica, no longer playing the part, actually said to me, "That took a lot of courage, what you did tonight. Seriously."
Finally, everyone had trickled out. It was just me and Emily, alone in the gym.
"Here," she said, gently tossing me my clothes—and a small pack of tissues to clean up my mess. Her mood seemed to have changed. She wasn't taunting anymore. She was just herself.
She looked at me with what seemed to be genuine admiration. "You're a legend now, Brian. You know that, right?"
I didn't know how to respond. I looked down at my body—naked, broken, and alone in the middle of the gym floor... emotionally and physically spent... my flaccid penis... dribbles of cum all over the mat.
I managed to say, "A legend? Seriously? I don't think so."
"Trust me, Brian," she said, still sounding quietly authentic and reassuring. "You're a legend." Then she glanced at my cock, and with a gentle smile she said, "And a pretty impressive legend at that. And don't think each of the girls here didn't notice that."
She paused, and then awkwardly said, "Well, good night." Then she quietly and slowly turned and started to walk away.
I watched her go. Then, just as she was about to reach the exit, I called, "Emily?"
She turned and looked at me from across the gym, waiting for me to say something. Her face looked kind, actually.
Mustering up a bit of courage, I said, "If you can wait just a couple minutes, can I walk you back to your dorm?"
She paused... and then she nodded a sincere nod. "Sure, Brian. Sure."
Epilogue: The Walk Back
After I cleaned up and got dressed, I jogged back to the gym exit, relieved to have the night behind me. Emily was sitting on a bench in the hallway, alone, her bag at her feet. She wasn't even looking at her phone or anything. She was just sitting there, completely still—her hands plainly in her lap, kind of looking down.
We didn’t say anything at first. I looked at her—but this time, she was the one who couldn’t make eye contact with me.
We started walking in silence, leaving the athletic center and heading toward the other end of the campus.
“Some night,” I finally said.
“Yeah.” Her voice was really soft. She was looking down at the ground as she walked. She almost seemed ashamed. Okay. Maybe she was human after all.
For a while, all we heard were our footsteps. Then she quietly said, “I was serious back there, you know. You showed them who you were tonight.”
“Right,” I said. “Big joke.”
She shook her head, still not able to look at me. “No. Not a joke.”
“Yeah. Well.”
Another stretch of silence as we walked. Then she bumped her shoulder into mine, kind of light and playful.
“But you know, Brian,” she said after a moment, “there’s actually this... this unspoken rule about the Freshman Show.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mm hm.” She smiled faintly. She seemed nervous. “The rule is that the guy who makes it all the way to the end gets to pick any girl who was there... and... and he gets to take off all her clothes.”
Ha. Fascinating twist.
I raised an eyebrow. “That so? Interesting rule. I hadn't heard about that.”
“Yep. It's... it's not widely known. You know. More of a... a tradition... I guess.” Her voice was perking up a bit. She glanced over at me. She saw I was smiling a little. So she smiled a little, too.
"And, according to tradition," I asked, "which girl does he pick?"
She gently kicked a pebble on the sidewalk as we went along. "Oh, well, according to tradition? Um, well, he usually picks the girl who gave him the toughest time. You know. During the event."
“I see.”
I looked at her. She was smiling now—a real smile, not the teasing one from before.
“And once he's taken off all her clothes, what happens next?” I asked, playing along. “You know… according to the rules, of course.”
She tilted her head just a bit. “Oh. Well, that's... you know, according to the rules... that's really up to the grand prize winner. It's whatever he wants.”
"Whatever he wants?"
"Yeah, Brian. Whatever he wants."
For a second, neither of us moved. Then she brushed my arm lightly and started walking again.
We walked the rest of the way to her dorm without saying a word. When we arrived, I held back for a minute. I didn't know if she was serious, and I didn't want to assume. So I let her walk ahead.
And then, just as she was about to go in, she stopped at the door and looked back at me.
“Well, Brian,” she said, glancing back with just a hint of that teasing smile from earlier, “you gonna claim your prize or what?”
Well how about that.
I caught up to her. “Yeah,” I smiled. “I think I will.”
The End
After a few more seconds, the electricity started building in the gym. I heard one girl intensely whispering, "Jerk it... jerk it..." Then another girl joined her, still in a whisper. "Jerk it... jerk it..." Then another, and another. It started to morph from a whisper to a full on chant. Oh my god. There was an entire sports team of girls in a semicircle around me, demanding that I jerk off in front of them.
Finally, Emily bent down, and said, "Geez, Brian. Do I have to do everything for you?" And she lifted my hand and put it on my cock. Then she stood back up and stared down at me.
"Now go, Brian. Do it. Now," she ordered. Then she added, "We haven't got all night."
With the room chanting, I had run out of options. So I did. I couldn't believe it, but I did. I started stroking. And as soon as I did, the energy in the room skyrocketed. I saw their faces looking at me.
Some of the girls looked disgusted, but that didn't keep them from staring. Some of the girls looked embarrassed, but that didn't keep them from staring. Some of the girls were into watching me humiliate myself. And they just looked and looked and looked. I looked up at Emily. She had one eyebrow raised, and she said, "Okay, Brian. Make us proud. Show us what you've got."
As I continued, I heard one girl say, "Hope you're better at this than you are at basketball!" And then came the reply from another girl, "Well, he's probably a lot more practice! Isn't that right, Brian?"
So much laughter.
As I got closer, I found myself looking at Emily. Something about her smirk was helping me finish. I heard some of the girls gleefully shouting, "He's getting closer! He's getting closer! Oh my god. He's going to shoot! He's going to do it!"
And I looked right into Emily's eyes as I shot it. It was so powerful, it went way past the tissue she had put out. Some of the girls even jumped back a little. The room was filled with cheers and applause. I can't be quite sure, but I think I got a standing ovation.
As soon as I finished, I fell back onto the mat, just lying there. I didn't even care about covering anymore. There would be no point. The girls started to make a circle, like a team huddle with me on the floor in the center. And then they started chanting, "Brian! Brian! Brian!" There was a lot of laughter and pointing. But I didn't care. It was over. I had survived.
Over the next few minutes, as I continued to just lay there on the floor, no longer even concerned about being naked, and just happy it was over, the girls started to quietly gather their things and leave. Some of them stopped by on their way out. Maybe they'd kind of take one more stare at me all naked, and then give me a smile or a "Good job." Or maybe they'd say something like, "Thanks for the best Freshman Show ever," or "Nice job. Really. You put it all out there." Jessica, no longer playing the part, actually said to me, "That took a lot of courage, what you did tonight. Seriously."
Finally, everyone had trickled out. It was just me and Emily, alone in the gym.
"Here," she said, gently tossing me my clothes—and a small pack of tissues to clean up my mess. Her mood seemed to have changed. She wasn't taunting anymore. She was just herself.
She looked at me with what seemed to be genuine admiration. "You're a legend now, Brian. You know that, right?"
I didn't know how to respond. I looked down at my body—naked, broken, and alone in the middle of the gym floor... emotionally and physically spent... my flaccid penis... dribbles of cum all over the mat.
I managed to say, "A legend? Seriously? I don't think so."
"Trust me, Brian," she said, still sounding quietly authentic and reassuring. "You're a legend." Then she glanced at my cock, and with a gentle smile she said, "And a pretty impressive legend at that. And don't think each of the girls here didn't notice that."
She paused, and then awkwardly said, "Well, good night." Then she quietly and slowly turned and started to walk away.
I watched her go. Then, just as she was about to reach the exit, I called, "Emily?"
She turned and looked at me from across the gym, waiting for me to say something. Her face looked kind, actually.
Mustering up a bit of courage, I said, "If you can wait just a couple minutes, can I walk you back to your dorm?"
She paused... and then she nodded a sincere nod. "Sure, Brian. Sure."
Epilogue: The Walk Back
After I cleaned up and got dressed, I jogged back to the gym exit, relieved to have the night behind me. Emily was sitting on a bench in the hallway, alone, her bag at her feet. She wasn't even looking at her phone or anything. She was just sitting there, completely still—her hands plainly in her lap, kind of looking down.
We didn’t say anything at first. I looked at her—but this time, she was the one who couldn’t make eye contact with me.
We started walking in silence, leaving the athletic center and heading toward the other end of the campus.
“Some night,” I finally said.
“Yeah.” Her voice was really soft. She was looking down at the ground as she walked. She almost seemed ashamed. Okay. Maybe she was human after all.
For a while, all we heard were our footsteps. Then she quietly said, “I was serious back there, you know. You showed them who you were tonight.”
“Right,” I said. “Big joke.”
She shook her head, still not able to look at me. “No. Not a joke.”
“Yeah. Well.”
Another stretch of silence as we walked. Then she bumped her shoulder into mine, kind of light and playful.
“But you know, Brian,” she said after a moment, “there’s actually this... this unspoken rule about the Freshman Show.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mm hm.” She smiled faintly. She seemed nervous. “The rule is that the guy who makes it all the way to the end gets to pick any girl who was there... and... and he gets to take off all her clothes.”
Ha. Fascinating twist.
I raised an eyebrow. “That so? Interesting rule. I hadn't heard about that.”
“Yep. It's... it's not widely known. You know. More of a... a tradition... I guess.” Her voice was perking up a bit. She glanced over at me. She saw I was smiling a little. So she smiled a little, too.
"And, according to tradition," I asked, "which girl does he pick?"
She gently kicked a pebble on the sidewalk as we went along. "Oh, well, according to tradition? Um, well, he usually picks the girl who gave him the toughest time. You know. During the event."
“I see.”
I looked at her. She was smiling now—a real smile, not the teasing one from before.
“And once he's taken off all her clothes, what happens next?” I asked, playing along. “You know… according to the rules, of course.”
She tilted her head just a bit. “Oh. Well, that's... you know, according to the rules... that's really up to the grand prize winner. It's whatever he wants.”
"Whatever he wants?"
"Yeah, Brian. Whatever he wants."
For a second, neither of us moved. Then she brushed my arm lightly and started walking again.
We walked the rest of the way to her dorm without saying a word. When we arrived, I held back for a minute. I didn't know if she was serious, and I didn't want to assume. So I let her walk ahead.
And then, just as she was about to go in, she stopped at the door and looked back at me.
“Well, Brian,” she said, glancing back with just a hint of that teasing smile from earlier, “you gonna claim your prize or what?”
Well how about that.
I caught up to her. “Yeah,” I smiled. “I think I will.”
The End
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Re: The Freshman Show_Complete 10/27
The big loser is the janitor who finds the icky, sticky mat lying in the middle of the floor.
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Re: The Freshman Show_Complete 10/27
Brian is conscientious. I think he'll do a nice job cleaning up.TeenFan wrote: Mon Oct 27, 2025 6:33 pm The big loser is the janitor who finds the icky, sticky mat lying in the middle of the floor.
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An explosive climax and a wonderfully thematic conclusion in the epilogue. Bravo.
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Thanks. I went with the happy ending. I wanted some resolution that was uplifting and not cruel. Although I did have a cruel version in mind as well. Happy to share that alternate ending with you (or anyone else) if you'd like. It's not actually written up, but I can share the concept.Spathic Swordmaiden wrote: Mon Nov 03, 2025 12:00 pm An explosive climax and a wonderfully thematic conclusion in the epilogue. Bravo.
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I hope you will forgive me if I decline. I am not one for cruelty and after a rather rough week I am in dire need of some lighthearted feel-good fiction. It is nothing tragic, I assure you. Global politics have simply had quite the effect on my job lately.EverythingOff wrote: Mon Nov 03, 2025 3:22 pm Thanks. I went with the happy ending. I wanted some resolution that was uplifting and not cruel. Although I did have a cruel version in mind as well. Happy to share that alternate ending with you (or anyone else) if you'd like. It's not actually written up, but I can share the concept.
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