Chapter 4

Someone says, “It’s an absolute lead pole.”

Kevin winks at me and says, “Impressive. I’m sure Rex will get exact measurements later, but I bet you’ve got a few of the jocks in this room beat.”

He plants his mouth on the exact spot on my chest where he left off earlier. Down he goes. When he passes the ribcage, he slows more and lavishes my belly with more attention. Nothing tickles. It’s actually feels amazing. I know I’m supposed to fight against his goal. I know I’m supposed to want to win this battle. But I can’t help wanting to experience defeat. Defeat is so close. Defeat would feel so good.

Still focusing on my belly button, he takes a hand and grabs my shaft. My eyes pop open and I let out a small yelp. This is the first time in my life that anything besides my own hand has touched me there. Kevin’s hand is rough and strong. He grips and squeezes and rubs and I know in an instant that I am destined for defeat. I wouldn’t pass this test if I wanted to. It’s all only a matter of time. His hand slides up and down my glistening steel rod and mini explosions are happening inside my body. I’m practically whimpering, but they are whimpers of ecstasy.

His gripping hand suddenly releases me and I want to scream out to get it back. But then… I don’t miss the hand anymore. Something new is happening. Something shocking and unexpected. That warm, wet, wild mouth that did so much to my neck, chest and stomach has now taken the whole length of my apparently impressively sized shaft. My mouth gapes open and my fingers grip at the carpet beneath me. I think I’m screaming. That mouth has so much talent. How is it doing the things it’s doing? It slides up and down, on and off, side to side. There is suction. There are no teeth. He swirls his tongue in just the right spot below my mushroom cap and now my detonation fuse has been lit. It was already only a matter of time, but now, the final countdown has begun.

Kevin intuitively knows I’m close to blowing. He tells Ben, “Hand me the thing.”

I later learn that the “thing” is a flesh light. I’d never heard of it before, but it is snug and bumpy in the best possible way. Kevin slides that thing up and down my column in a relentless rhythm. My hands pound the floor. My back arches. My toes curl. I unload a seemingly never-ending lake of cum into that thing.

My face is crimson red. My heart is pounding. I’m panting for air.

He tousles my hair like a toddler and says, “I’ll give you a five-minute break before we finish the sensitivity test.”

Rex nods at Nadir who moves in and removes my underwear. I’m still in Rex’s lap, but now completely naked. There are giggles throughout the basement. I’m still rock-hard and I assume that that’s what people are laughing at. I flush an even brighter red when I realize that they’re not laughing because I have a boner; they’re laughing at the size of it. How would I know I’m small? I’m a virgin and I shyly conceal myself in locker rooms and public restrooms. I’ve never been seen by others before tonight. I’ve never received feedback before.

It seems totally unfair. It’s not like this from a choice I made. Like, if I did spend hours every day in the gym working out and I did have 18″ biceps like Rex, then that’s from something I did. So, I guess my 11″ biceps are my fault. But they’re not laughing at my scrawny arms. And even with 18″ biceps, I’d still only be 5′ 9 1/2″ tall and wear a 9 1/2 shoe and have a however many inches dick. The humiliation was supposed to be the fact that I’m a virgin and the whole Virgin Hunt event. I didn’t even know I had a small dick. I feel like I have the ragingest hardon of my life. I’ve never been bigger than I am right now. And the laughter and humiliation are actually making me even harder. It’s not fair.

Rex whispers to me, “Don’t listen to those assholes. You’re fine.”

John and Nadir take seats on either side of Rex. Rex tells me to straighten my legs so my feet are in Nadir’s lap. I do. Then he tells me to lie my head back onto John’s lap. I do that too. John begins to rub my temples and Nadir starts a gentle foot massage.

Rex opens a jar of Vaseline and dips in the middle finger of his right hand. He says to me, “Remember, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

His lubed finger finds its way to my anus and I start to flinch away.

Rex says, My boys here are being nice right now. If you force them to, they will restrain you. It’s your choice, Allan.”

I liked it better when they were calling me Big Dude. I lost that nickname around the time my jeans came off. I nod at Rex and his finger returns. He plays around for a bit right at my hole and it’s the oddest sensation I’ve ever felt. After a minute or so of teasing, he takes the plunge and I gasp. The crowd cheers and I bite down on my lip. His finger wiggles around inside me and I feel like I’m swimming. Then, he takes his thumb from the same hand and presses it to my perineum. My mouth drops open and I shriek in pleasure. His thumb is applying just the right amount of pressure while his finger continues its devilish invasion and body feels like it’s on fire.

My dick was already wet with precum, but now, the precum is rolling out of me in waves. Literal rivulets are flowing one after another. And every time Rex adds a little extra push on my taint, My tiny dick pulses skyward. Is it possible that my first real orgasm can come with no contact involving my penis? I wouldn’t have thought so, but I don’t know how I long I can hold out under these circumstances.

Rex takes his left hand and mercifully wraps it around my throbbing member. My head digs into John’s lap and I make a sound that to my ears is inhuman. Three new sensations are attacking me all at once. I have no idea how much time is left in my 30 minutes, but I have zero chance of passing this test.

John giggles and says, “Where’d it go? It completely disappears in your one hand.”

Rex shoots daggers with his eyes at John and says, “Just take the measurement.”

John produces the tape measure and Rex releases me. I feel the tape measure press to my base, run up my shaft and curve to the slit at my tip. John announces, “5.0”

Like my biceps earlier, I have no idea what normal is. It sounds decent to me.

Rex says to me, “See Big Guy? You’re perfectly average. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

John says, “I though average was closer to 5.5?”

Nadir says, “Shut up John,” and he gives my foot a consoling pat. “Rex is right. It’s average.”

The tape measure is pulled away and Rex’s calloused, manly hand makes a triumphant return. I gasp again. The finger up my ass makes contact with my prostate and I cry out. His thumb rubs pressured circles into my taint and his other hand strokes my cock up and down.

Rex says to John and Nadir, “Now.”

John squeezes both of my nipples at once and Nadir reaches over and fondles my balls. If you count the nipples individually, I am now under a six-point attack. It’s all too much for my poor virgin body. My head thrashes back and forth, my right hand grabs Rex’s shirt while my left squeezes his knee. My feet kick at Nadir so much that he has to hold my ankles with his free hand.

Rex slows his lefthanded strokes and uses his thumb to make circles on the sensitive underside below the tip. This only makes things worse. Or better. The grand finale of the 4th of July fireworks show is going off in my body.

Like a surgeon at the operating table, Rex asks for the flesh light. Nadir tries releasing my ankles and I don’t kick out. He produces the odd-looking instrument and Rex takes it in his left hand. He slips it over my soon to be exploding shaft and shockwaves roll over my body as he slides it up and down relentlessly.

My brain wants to say, “No. Don’t. Please. Stop.” But my mouth says, “No! Please don’t stop!”

Every physical sensation I never knew in my whole life is happening to me all at once. My balls, my nipples, my prostate, my perineum and my pulsing cock… Oh my god! Here it comes! I set my jaw, clench my teeth, throw back my head, grip Rex’s shirt again and howl out in ecstasy as my first ever orgasm explodes out of me.

John and Nadir let go first. then Rex extricates his finger and pulls of the flesh light. I am a sticky, horrible mess.

Rex says, “Sorry about that. I just didn’t want to have to clean your spooge out of my parent’s couch or carpet.

Nadir says, “Hey Big Dude, you finally smell like more than nothing!”

I couldn’t believe that after everything, they’d still complete the second half of the sensitivity test…but they do. After having been given the promised five-minute break, my assailants have returned. I’ve been laying here completely naked except for my left sock, that Ben had not removed. Yet.

Ben sits down at my feet and swipes said sock right off me. He picks up my foot and looks at it. His hand that holds my foot is as big as my foot. He brings my foot right up to his face and blows a big raspberry into my arch. I giggle like a kid and he grins at me.

I don’t know if this is normal or not, but I’ve no post-orgasm refractory period. My tentpole has been pointing skyward this whole time, but it remains untouched and ignored. Over the next 30 minutes, my left foot gets same program from Ben that he already executed on my right foot. Dave focuses on my knees, my inner thighs and my hips. And of course, Kevin goes back to navel. I thrash and cry and mostly, I laugh my ass off.

The 30 minutes come to a merciful end and my body continues to buzz. The guys pull me up to a standing position and almost carry to middle of the room where I come face-to-face with Allan. At first, I’m horrified to be this way in front of him, but then I realize that he’s naked too.

A random guy from back of the room says, “How come the taller guy with bigger hands and feet has the smaller dick? Isn’t that weird?”

I see Allan blush redder than the pink he already was.

Rex says, “I’ll make note of it in the official record.”

In eight years of friendship and sleepovers, Allan and I have never seen each other naked before. I glance down. He is rock-hard, like me. But he’s also smaller than me. That doesn’t bother me though. I actually think that his penis looks quite beautiful. Why am I thinking that?

Allan Asks, “Can we get dressed now?”

Kevin says, “Maybe after Gay Test part two.”

Rex says, “John, a quick final measurement please.”

John produces a cloth tape measure and spends a moment handling my penis. With everything that’s happened tonight, somehow I’m not shocked by what’s happening.

John lets out a low whistle, “6 and 3/4 inches! Nice showing Little Dude!”

Rex scrawls something on his clipboard.

Rex and Kevin, tonight’s leaders, have taken center stage. Rex says, “We know you both enjoyed tonight’s journey, but it’s not quite over yet. You are no longer virgins in the technical sense, but you have one more hurdle to cross. That is the hurdle of love.”

Allan and I look at each other, confused.

Kevin says, “You both know now that you were the chosen ones for this year’s Virgin Hunt. What you may not be aware of is that we changed some of the rules. Normally each year, the lured virgins are each locked in separate rooms with three horny girls each and not allowed out until the girls can confirm that deflowering has occurred. But this year, we were informed that the nominees were gay and in love with each other, but they just didn’t know it yet.”

I say, “Who said that?”

Rex says, “Everyone who knows you even a little bit. So, we set to prove two things. First — you’re both gay. That’s been proven. No doubts there.”

Allan says, “I have doubts. I like girls. I always have.”

Kevin says, “I don’t care. Call yourself bi or pan or whatever you want dude. Labels don’t mean shit, but what happened here tonight does. Same-sex love is part of who you are.”