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The Freshman Show
The following is applicable to all chapters of “The Freshman Show:”
This is a work of fiction and is pure fantasy. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
For ages 18 and older only.
Chapter 1: Anticipation
Chapter 2: The Basketball Game
Chapter 3: Standing on a Chair
Chapter 4: The Competition
Chapter 5: The Grand Prize and Epilogue
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Chapter 1: Anticipation
They had been razzing us about it since training started. "Don't forget about the Freshman Show!" or "Hope you'll be ready for the Freshman Show!" But nobody would say exactly what the "Freshman Show" was.
All I knew for sure was that all of us freshman guys on the college baseball team would have to put on some sort of a show for the seniors at the end of the season. That was all I knew.
And no matter who I asked, nobody would say anything. The only people at the Freshman Show were the seniors and the freshman. And of course, last year's seniors were gone; and last year's freshman had sworn themselves to secrecy. So I had no idea what was going to happen. None of us freshman guys did. And that was maddening.
Of course, there were plenty of rumors, ranging from silly to wild. Like I heard one rumor that we'd have to learn a song and go sing and dance in the quad one afternoon and make fools of ourselves. Or I'd heard another that we'd have to paint ourselves in the school colors and streak across campus at midnight. Okay. Embarrassing, for sure, but I could live with that. You know. Silly college stuff. But still, the rumors among us freshman guys were out of control. And all the upperclassmen had to do to put us on edge was say, "Looking forward to the Freshman Show!"
So it was this mix of fear and dread and pending embarrassment all season, but we had no idea what the show would consist of, or who would be there. My only hope was that it would be at night, in the dark, and there would be no girls there. That was my hope.
Well, the end of the season was approaching, and one night I saw the note slipped under my dorm room door.
"Freshman Show. Friday night. Men's gym. 11:00. Wear your training clothes and shoes. Don't be late."
Holy shit. My heart stopped. It was real... and it was happening. My heart started racing. I immediately got on the group chat with the other freshman guys on the team.
"What the hell?"
"Guess it's a real thing."
"What is it?"
"No idea."
"Workout clothes? Are we working out? Is that the show???"
"Who's going to be there?"
"No clue."
There were a million texts and nobody knew anything, other than we had to be there.
* * * * *
I walked over with another teammate from my dorm. As we approached the door to the athletic center, he said, "Well, Brian, I have no clue what this is going to be, but I'm sure we'll survive it."
"Yeah, I'm sure we will."
We walked in and headed for the gym.
Pretty much all the seniors on our team were there, waiting for us. There was a big mesh bin full of basketballs. Maybe this was nothing big at all. Maybe it was like a seniors-vs-freshmen basketball game or something. So I was starting to relax a little. The seniors were even kind of lighthearted about it, cracking jokes and shooting hoops as they greeted us.
Finally, once all the freshmen had arrived, one of the seniors blew a whistle and gathered us together. Two of the seniors took us back to the locker room.
Once there, one of them said, "Welcome to the Freshman Show. I know the rumors have been circulating all season. I just want to let you know, you have nothing to worry about. We're going to divide you up into teams, and you're going to play a friendly game of basketball."
Then the other senior said, "A very friendly game."
"Right," the first one continued. "So about that, with every basket, the team that's scored on has to take something off."
We all looked at each other. Holy fuck. They were making us play strip basketball??? With each other??? That was a little awkward. I mean, maybe if it was boys against girls, okay. That would be interesting. But this? This seemed weird.
But that was it. The seniors had us count off into two teams, they gave us different colored practice jerseys to put on, and then they started leading us back to the gym. My stomach was dropping a little bit as we walked. Honestly, I wasn't interested in stripping like that in front of these other guys. It didn't seem cool, at least, not to me. There were a lot of nervous laughs and some grumbling as we headed back to the gym. But it was just something we'd have to do, and it would be over.
Then, one of the freshman guys actually had the guts to speak up and ask a question.
"Um, like how far will we have to go? Like, just to our underwear?"
"Just let us worry about that," the senior said. "We'll just see how things are going once we're out there. You know. Based on the reaction of the girls in the audience."
And we stopped dead in our tracks. "The girls in the audience???"
This is a work of fiction and is pure fantasy. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
For ages 18 and older only.
Chapter 1: Anticipation
Chapter 2: The Basketball Game
Chapter 3: Standing on a Chair
Chapter 4: The Competition
Chapter 5: The Grand Prize and Epilogue
* * * * *
Chapter 1: Anticipation
They had been razzing us about it since training started. "Don't forget about the Freshman Show!" or "Hope you'll be ready for the Freshman Show!" But nobody would say exactly what the "Freshman Show" was.
All I knew for sure was that all of us freshman guys on the college baseball team would have to put on some sort of a show for the seniors at the end of the season. That was all I knew.
And no matter who I asked, nobody would say anything. The only people at the Freshman Show were the seniors and the freshman. And of course, last year's seniors were gone; and last year's freshman had sworn themselves to secrecy. So I had no idea what was going to happen. None of us freshman guys did. And that was maddening.
Of course, there were plenty of rumors, ranging from silly to wild. Like I heard one rumor that we'd have to learn a song and go sing and dance in the quad one afternoon and make fools of ourselves. Or I'd heard another that we'd have to paint ourselves in the school colors and streak across campus at midnight. Okay. Embarrassing, for sure, but I could live with that. You know. Silly college stuff. But still, the rumors among us freshman guys were out of control. And all the upperclassmen had to do to put us on edge was say, "Looking forward to the Freshman Show!"
So it was this mix of fear and dread and pending embarrassment all season, but we had no idea what the show would consist of, or who would be there. My only hope was that it would be at night, in the dark, and there would be no girls there. That was my hope.
Well, the end of the season was approaching, and one night I saw the note slipped under my dorm room door.
"Freshman Show. Friday night. Men's gym. 11:00. Wear your training clothes and shoes. Don't be late."
Holy shit. My heart stopped. It was real... and it was happening. My heart started racing. I immediately got on the group chat with the other freshman guys on the team.
"What the hell?"
"Guess it's a real thing."
"What is it?"
"No idea."
"Workout clothes? Are we working out? Is that the show???"
"Who's going to be there?"
"No clue."
There were a million texts and nobody knew anything, other than we had to be there.
* * * * *
I walked over with another teammate from my dorm. As we approached the door to the athletic center, he said, "Well, Brian, I have no clue what this is going to be, but I'm sure we'll survive it."
"Yeah, I'm sure we will."
We walked in and headed for the gym.
Pretty much all the seniors on our team were there, waiting for us. There was a big mesh bin full of basketballs. Maybe this was nothing big at all. Maybe it was like a seniors-vs-freshmen basketball game or something. So I was starting to relax a little. The seniors were even kind of lighthearted about it, cracking jokes and shooting hoops as they greeted us.
Finally, once all the freshmen had arrived, one of the seniors blew a whistle and gathered us together. Two of the seniors took us back to the locker room.
Once there, one of them said, "Welcome to the Freshman Show. I know the rumors have been circulating all season. I just want to let you know, you have nothing to worry about. We're going to divide you up into teams, and you're going to play a friendly game of basketball."
Then the other senior said, "A very friendly game."
"Right," the first one continued. "So about that, with every basket, the team that's scored on has to take something off."
We all looked at each other. Holy fuck. They were making us play strip basketball??? With each other??? That was a little awkward. I mean, maybe if it was boys against girls, okay. That would be interesting. But this? This seemed weird.
But that was it. The seniors had us count off into two teams, they gave us different colored practice jerseys to put on, and then they started leading us back to the gym. My stomach was dropping a little bit as we walked. Honestly, I wasn't interested in stripping like that in front of these other guys. It didn't seem cool, at least, not to me. There were a lot of nervous laughs and some grumbling as we headed back to the gym. But it was just something we'd have to do, and it would be over.
Then, one of the freshman guys actually had the guts to speak up and ask a question.
"Um, like how far will we have to go? Like, just to our underwear?"
"Just let us worry about that," the senior said. "We'll just see how things are going once we're out there. You know. Based on the reaction of the girls in the audience."
And we stopped dead in our tracks. "The girls in the audience???"
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Thanks for commenting and I'm glad you're enjoying the story. It a sharp contrast to the other stories I've started, so it's a nice change for me. Chapter 2 is already written and I hope to post it next week. Brian's going to have quite a night.
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Strip basketball - interesting, lots of potential for ENM!
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Glad you like it! It's been a really fun one to write.Skylar21 wrote: Fri Oct 10, 2025 10:12 pmI have a good feeling about this story - where it may be going. Ready to see how it works out for the guys, and the girls in the audience.
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And i don't think I'm spoiling anything by saying it may work out better for the girls than for the guys.
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A naked boy playing basketball provides ample opportunity for his penis to swing around and smack against other boys.
I tremble in anticipation of the arousal to come.
I tremble in anticipation of the arousal to come.
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These are Freshman guys playing, yeah?
I hope that means the audience will be the Freshman GIRLS!
Now that would be fun!
Knowing that for the next 4 years, your classmates will know what you look like!
I love the possibilities
I hope that means the audience will be the Freshman GIRLS!
Now that would be fun!
Knowing that for the next 4 years, your classmates will know what you look like!
I love the possibilities
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Yeah. They are freshman guys playing. And yeah. That would be pretty humiliating.NudeBaG wrote: Sun Oct 12, 2025 4:41 pm These are Freshman guys playing, yeah?
I hope that means the audience will be the Freshman GIRLS!
Now that would be fun!
Knowing that for the next 4 years, your classmates will know what you look like!
I love the possibilities![]()
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I promise I am Looking Respectfully™EverythingOff wrote: Mon Oct 13, 2025 2:27 amYeah. They are freshman guys playing. And yeah. That would be pretty humiliating.NudeBaG wrote: Sun Oct 12, 2025 4:41 pm These are Freshman guys playing, yeah?
I hope that means the audience will be the Freshman GIRLS!
Now that would be fun!
Knowing that for the next 4 years, your classmates will know what you look like!
I love the possibilities![]()
But I'm sure the girls in the audience will be perfect angels. They'll probably avert their eyes so they don't see anything. Don't you think?
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