From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Bet
Date: Tue, 06 Oct 1998 03:20:54 GMT

Ok, we were all drunk, stoned or both. We we rowdy too. And the music was
basically bass so loud that the walls vibrated. I could feel my bones
vibrating as well.
And we danced. There were not girls there..just us guys up all night, drinking
and puking and dancing.
Nobody cared that many of us were in our underwear...or that we danced in a
group. We weren't exactly dancing WITH each other, but I remember mimmicking
the moves of other guys..smiling knowingly and gyrating to the same beat as
the other near naked, sweaty men I lived with.
It was another basement party...the place where guests were never invited..and
only the brothers went for the humiliating initiations, occasional
disciplinary activities and very late nights.
The lights were often out...and horny men would venture into the darkness at
two or three or four in the morning to give vent to their needs. Nobody talked
about it...nobody called or even thought of it as queer...it was just natural
outlet for the pent up energy we all had.
Long ago, I had stepped down those stairs the first time..only to return naked
and exhausted. I couldn't find the shorts I had worn down there. Nobody
blinked an eye as I quickly made my way back to my room while bareassed.
And I went to the basement often after that first time.
And then the basement parties would happen, often impulsively sometimes
announced.
Cocks would flop to the rhythm....and short would be soaked with sweat then
dissappear leaving only a group of naked, horny drunk fraternity brothers
intent on having an unquestioned private sharing of their primal needs.
The place had an odor of sweat and cum....initiates got used to it as they
cleaned the room...and found out what went on there besides their own hazing.
Few men left the basement together less it became something more then what it
was......
And although I later shared my bed with more then one of my brothers....the
basement gatherings were something different..almost sacred...tribal and much
needed.
I miss those times now.....and so do some of my brothers..even the straight
ones...who I miss too.