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would be easy to remove if needed. I slipped the leather mask on my face and flipped the hood down over my head. I doubted anyone would know who I was if they saw me walking across a vacant campus in the dark. I took the invitation with me as if I needed it as a ticket for admission.
The walk across campus was creepy, shadows danced around the lights that lit the walkways, the gentle night wind rustled the robe, and my almost naked state made me vulnerable.
The door was unlocked as I pulled on the handle , and I walked up the marble steps to the second floor. My footfalls echoed in the dim hallways. No one was around. As I neared Room 213, panic threatened to take over, but my cock was still hard, excited to see what was happening.
A red ribbon was tied to the door handle, and I pulled it open. The door opened silently as I entered. I walked down the aisle and saw a single spotlight shining down from the ceiling to the center of the stage. I saw a red ribbon tied to the railing of the staircase on the side of the stage.
As I walked to the stage, I didn’t see anyone in the audience. All the seats were empty. I stood at the edge of the stage and saw a chair was just outside the circle of light. I looked around and still didn’t see anyone. Another red ribbon dangled from the chair. I took that to mean come up on the stage. I headed up the stairs and stepped into the darkness at the side of the stage.
Still no one appeared. I slipped out of my sandals, stepped into the center light, and felt the warmth of the beam. I stood there facing the audience and waited.
Nothing.
Maybe I was supposed to sit down. I stepped back to the chair and set the invitation on it. Was I supposed to play something? Clarinet? Flute? I walked around the chair, looking for an instrument, for any clue of what I was supposed to do.
Nothing.
I stepped back into the circle of light and waited.
Suddenly, a cool breeze swirled around me, and my robe puffed up. I turned to see where the draft was coming from and noticed a shadow and then another and another. Silhouettes surrounded me and moved closer.
As they neared, I saw they all wore hooded robes like mine. I waited and felt someone touch my shoulder. The hand grabbed the hood and pulled it off my head. The sudden flash of light blinded me , and I didn’t see the surge. When I opened my eyes, I was the center of a tight circle. Two hands reached forward and unzipped my robe, as the front opened, hands from behind pulled it off my shoulders.
My erection had softened once the uncertainty rose, but the stirring started again, now that I was on display. The hair on my body glistened in the spotlight ; the heat of the light and the staring eyes started a sheen across my body.
Hands emerged from the long sleeves and started to caress my body. My arms, my back and my chest were the first places touched, but my ass was the next target. Fingers explored and touched, traced and pinched.
I didn’t see the thick blanket until it was rolled across the floor. As my bare feet stepped onto it, hands picked me up and lay me across the center. I couldn’t fight the invasion; I was to embrace whatever happened.
Fingers pulled along my G-string and sweet music started to flow from my body. I rose to full erection and felt exploration into my satin pouch. One snap, and the fabric was gone , and I was naked, except for the mask.
For some reason, I didn’t feel naked. The mask covered me, my identity, and my dignity. It gave me power to accept joy and have fun. The crowd stood up and unzipped their robes. There was a mass shedding of robes, and naked male bodies surrounded me.
I thought I recognized a few of the bodies, but one stood out. I knew this one very well. I’ve dreamed about that hairy chest many times, and just recently saw it fresh out of the shower. The man stepped back from the group, and a few seconds later, the spot light went out, plunging the auditorium into darkness. Then the action
The walk across campus was creepy, shadows danced around the lights that lit the walkways, the gentle night wind rustled the robe, and my almost naked state made me vulnerable.
The door was unlocked as I pulled on the handle , and I walked up the marble steps to the second floor. My footfalls echoed in the dim hallways. No one was around. As I neared Room 213, panic threatened to take over, but my cock was still hard, excited to see what was happening.
A red ribbon was tied to the door handle, and I pulled it open. The door opened silently as I entered. I walked down the aisle and saw a single spotlight shining down from the ceiling to the center of the stage. I saw a red ribbon tied to the railing of the staircase on the side of the stage.
As I walked to the stage, I didn’t see anyone in the audience. All the seats were empty. I stood at the edge of the stage and saw a chair was just outside the circle of light. I looked around and still didn’t see anyone. Another red ribbon dangled from the chair. I took that to mean come up on the stage. I headed up the stairs and stepped into the darkness at the side of the stage.
Still no one appeared. I slipped out of my sandals, stepped into the center light, and felt the warmth of the beam. I stood there facing the audience and waited.
Nothing.
Maybe I was supposed to sit down. I stepped back to the chair and set the invitation on it. Was I supposed to play something? Clarinet? Flute? I walked around the chair, looking for an instrument, for any clue of what I was supposed to do.
Nothing.
I stepped back into the circle of light and waited.
Suddenly, a cool breeze swirled around me, and my robe puffed up. I turned to see where the draft was coming from and noticed a shadow and then another and another. Silhouettes surrounded me and moved closer.
As they neared, I saw they all wore hooded robes like mine. I waited and felt someone touch my shoulder. The hand grabbed the hood and pulled it off my head. The sudden flash of light blinded me , and I didn’t see the surge. When I opened my eyes, I was the center of a tight circle. Two hands reached forward and unzipped my robe, as the front opened, hands from behind pulled it off my shoulders.
My erection had softened once the uncertainty rose, but the stirring started again, now that I was on display. The hair on my body glistened in the spotlight ; the heat of the light and the staring eyes started a sheen across my body.
Hands emerged from the long sleeves and started to caress my body. My arms, my back and my chest were the first places touched, but my ass was the next target. Fingers explored and touched, traced and pinched.
I didn’t see the thick blanket until it was rolled across the floor. As my bare feet stepped onto it, hands picked me up and lay me across the center. I couldn’t fight the invasion; I was to embrace whatever happened.
Fingers pulled along my G-string and sweet music started to flow from my body. I rose to full erection and felt exploration into my satin pouch. One snap, and the fabric was gone , and I was naked, except for the mask.
For some reason, I didn’t feel naked. The mask covered me, my identity, and my dignity. It gave me power to accept joy and have fun. The crowd stood up and unzipped their robes. There was a mass shedding of robes, and naked male bodies surrounded me.
I thought I recognized a few of the bodies, but one stood out. I knew this one very well. I’ve dreamed about that hairy chest many times, and just recently saw it fresh out of the shower. The man stepped back from the group, and a few seconds later, the spot light went out, plunging the auditorium into darkness. Then the action
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