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Chapter 9 - The Tri-Alpha 10-K run
The following Sunday evening there was a general meeting in the
cafeteria for all Huntington Hall residents and staff. As the freshmen
crowded into the cafeteria, Cecilia and the dorm director stood
together, while Jason, Ken, Mike, and Lisa stood off to one side
nervously awaiting what was about to happen. They were to be introduced
as the representatives for Huntington Hall in the Tri-Alpha 10-K nude
run. Following some words about fire safety and the need to focus on
midterms, the dorm director handed the microphone to Cecilia. She stood
up and proudly gestured to the four blushing freshmen.
"I'm very pleased to announce that this year we got not one, but four
residents from Huntington Hall running for us in the Tri-Alpha race!
Let's give a big hand to Jason, Ken, Lisa, and Mike, our representatives
in the nude 10-K!"
There was thunderous applause, whistling, cheering, and sex whoops for
the four nervous freshmen. The hundreds of college students in the room
cheered for their four companions, elated at the thought of seeing them
running naked the following weekend.
"OK...here's the deal. The race starts right at noon, and there will be
the pre-race ceremony, which starts at 11:30. So here's what we're gonna
do. We'll be leaving here at 10:30, and I think it would be good for all
of us to go over to the Stadium together, to show support for our
runners!" Cecilia again gestured towards the four freshmen and there was
loud cheering from the room, which slowly died down. Cecilia continued.
"Let's make some banners and signs with Huntington Hall's name on them,
let's get ready to make some noise, and let's let those Tri-Alphas know
who we are!" Again there was loud applause and cheering.
The dorm director smiled at Cecilia. She was the only member of his
staff who had delivered, providing the runners for whom the dorm
residents could cheer and support. None of the other RA's could convince
anyone else to participate.
Jason and his friends forced themselves to smile, but in reality were
very nervous. It had just dawned on them that Cecilia had no intention
of letting them wait until they got to Stadium to get undressed. Her
plan was to have them come downstairs already stripped for the run, and
then have them walk across the campus completely naked with all of
Huntington Hall's other residents walking and cheering behind them.
Cecilia's plan also meant they would not be able to get dressed again
until they returned to Huntington Hall, which probably would not be
until the late afternoon. Anyhow, no matter what Cecilia's plans were,
the group now was fully committed to the race. The entire dorm was
expecting them to strip and run on Saturday, and they were beyond the
point of being able to back out of the ordeal without having to face the
teasing of their fellow residents.
Jason took the challenge seriously. Throughout the week he changed his
workout to build himself up for the run, stretching more than normal and
preparing his body for a race that was two miles more than his normal
routine of a four-mile jog every other day. He ate only healthy foods
and lots of fruit to hydrate himself.
During his outings jogging, Jason was joined by Lisa, who had played
soccer in high school and also was a good runner. Lisa surprised him by
saying she wanted to try to win first place in the women's division. She
figured she wouldn�t have too much competition from other female
runners. She sighed.
"If I gotta do this, I'm gonna do it right and at least try to see if I
can get that $ 1,000 for this shit."
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The week seemed to pass by both too quickly and too slowly. Jason and
Lisa would have liked to have had more time to prepare for the race, but
at the same time the anticipation seemed to make each day an eternity.
Finally, Saturday did come, and with it the big day for Huntington
Hall's four most famous residents. The other RA's spent the early
morning with their floor residents putting the finishing touches on
Huntington Hall signs, while Cecilia rounded up her four runners and
explained what was going on up to the race. As they had foreseen, she
had decided that they would leave their clothes behind in the dorm and
leave the building wearing nothing but their running shoes and socks.
Cecilia already had a backpack set up in which she had bottles of water,
towels, extra socks, band-aids, and ointment for blisters, should any of
the four get sore feet during the race. She also was well prepared to
take lots of pictures, with Jason's 35 mm camera, a borrowed telescopic
lens, Lisa's digital camera, extra rolls of film, and an extra memory
card. By the time the RA had everything ready, it was close to 10:30 and
time to head over to the stadium.
"OK, drop your drawers and let's head downstairs."
Jason stripped immediately, the others more reluctantly. The RA led them
out of her room and locked her door. They now were completely separated
from their clothes, and it was up to Cecilia to decide when they could
come back into her room to retrieve them.
With the men's penises swinging as they walked and Lisa's breasts
bouncing up and down slightly, Cecilia led the runners to the main
entrance of the dorm. They were greeted by a very loud cheer as they
stood on the steps. With Cecilia standing on one side and the dorm
director standing on the other side, Jason and his three naked friends
joined hands and held them over their heads in a victory gesture while
dozens of cameras flashed and captured the moment on film. The other
RA's then took up positions on the steps behind the runners and there
was an official photo taken of them with the Huntington Hall staff.
Cecilia then moved into the middle of the four freshmen, standing
between Jason and Mike. There were more pictures of the group alone with
their RA, as Cecilia's dark skin and blue clothing contrasted with the
bare white bodies of her four companions.
Once the picture taking was over, Cecilia led the four freshmen down the
steps towards the sidewalk leading to the Memorial Stadium. As they
moved away from the dorm, the other residents fell in behind them,
cheering and waving signs and banners. As they approached the Stadium,
they followed part of the official race route and passed dozens of
cheering spectators lining the sidewalk. Cameras and camcorders flashed
as the Huntington Hall delegation made their way to into the main part
of campus and crossed the stadium parking lot. The RA's began directing
the marching residents to sing the university hymn as the group passed
through one of the main gates. It was an impressive show for Huntington
Hall, one that left the director very pleased.
Once inside the stadium, Cecilia led the four runners to the football
field while the other dorm residents filed into a reserved area in the
bleachers. Cecilia was carrying a banner for Huntington Hall and her
backpack full of water and other supplies as she directed Jason and his
friends to follow her. Her destination was a group of about 150 other
naked students who were gathered and stretching near one of the goal
posts. There was a lot of cheering from the crowded bleachers, but the
field was empty except the runners, a few officially sanctioned
photographers, and people like Cecilia who had come to carry supplies or
assist the participants.
As he stretched, Jason looked around at his rivals. Most of the others
were in fairly good physical condition, but they did not look like
practiced track athletes. There were only a couple of guys who looked
capable of giving him any meaningful competition. As for the 23 women in
the group, there was only one who had a runner's physique. He glanced at
the woman's thin muscular body, then at Lisa. There was no reason why
Lisa could not come in at least second among the females, and hopefully
she would come in first, win the women's race, and get her $1,000.
A group of musicians from the university band came out onto the field
along with some Tri-Alpha upperclassmen wearing fraternity uniforms. The
band members took their positions on the track as the Tri-Alpha referees
organized the runners by who they were representing. Cecilia handed the
Huntington Hall banner to her freshmen and they took their place on the
track with the other runners. Mike had to separate himself from his
friends because he would carry a banner for the political science
department. On cue the musicians played the university hymn and began
marching. They marched a complete circle around the football field as
the runners followed holding up their banners. Once the initial march
was completed, a Tri-Alpha alumnus took a microphone and introduced the
runners to the audience by delegation. There was a very loud cheer when
the three Huntington Hall residents bowed to the audience, and a
somewhat more muted cheer when Mike bowed on behalf of the political
science department.
The runners stood quietly as the announcer briefly retold the history of
the nude 10-K run, a tradition that now went back more than four
decades. Upon finishing his history lesson, the speaker told the runners
to move to the starting line. From a distance they made a very strange
sight, a small flesh-colored spot among the otherwise garish colors of
the stadium and its audience.
As he waited for the starting pistol, Jason cleared his mind of
everything other than the race. All of the strange events that led him
here were of no importance right now. He forgot about the crowds, forgot
about being naked in the middle of the university football field, and
even forgot about Cecilia. He focused on one thing. He was participating
in a competition and he wanted to win.
There was the shot that started the race and the runners began their
initial two laps around the field. At the beginning neither Jason nor
Lisa were anywhere close to the front of group. They were in this for
the full distance, not to be the first ones exiting the stadium. Ken
shot straight to the front, but Jason knew from experience that was a
stupid thing for him to do. His friend quickly would burn himself out
and be lucky to even finish the race if he did not pace himself. Mike
knew he had no chance of winning. From the beginning he ran at a
leisurely pace, simply hoping to finish the course without having to
stop and take any breaks.
As they rounded the field to complete their second lap, the runners
began to spread out. Photographers and camera crews lined the outside of
the track, rapidly taking pictures of the runners as a group and as
individuals. The second lap was the best time for photos, because the
runners were spread out, but still all in one place.
As he completed the second lap, Jason�s mind concentrated on the
physical sensations of his experience. He was enjoying the feel of the
warm sun on his bare, healthy body, a body that was in top condition at
the peak of his life as an adult. He was ready, more than ready, to run
the 10 kilometers and was looking forward to his trek across the
university. He paced himself, thinking about simply enjoying the run
instead of knocking himself out trying to stay in front. As he entered
the final mile of the race, Jason planned to pick up his speed. During
the final mile he would push himself hard to move ahead of the lead
Tri-Alpha runners and win the race.
After the second lap around the field, the 150 naked runners dashed out
through the main entrance of the stadium and down the main road of the
campus. The entire route was lined with cheering spectators, many with
cameras and many others holding banners or signs with the name of a
particular runner. Jason saw several students waving Huntington Hall
banners. The route passed the economics department, and Jason saw his
professor Ruth Burnside, the class TA, and several other professors
standing on the steps of the Economics building. He felt a pang of real
embarrassment knowing Burnside was watching him as he ran by, but there
was nothing he could do about it. He waved at his professor and TA, and
continued on his way.
By the time the runners left the academic area and circled around the
dorms, they were well spread out. By the fourth kilometer marker Jason
and Lisa had begun passing exhausted runners who had not paced
themselves early in the race. As they made it to the halfway point, they
passed Ken, who clearly was in trouble from having spent all his energy
during the first couple of miles. Lisa slapped him hard on the ass as
she passed him, while Jason shouted �Pace yourself! Pace yourself!�
The line of naked bodies and cheering spectators passed the dormitories
and returned to the university library via the back route Jason and Ken
had used for their streaking adventure a couple of weeks before. Upon
reaching the library, the runners ran across the courtyard and circled
around to the old part of campus.
There was only a mile left to go to get back to the stadium and another
quarter mile for the final lap around the track. Jason had reached the
part of the race where he had to stop enjoying the run and actually
focus his energies on passing all of the remaining runners. He pulled
away from Lisa and picked up his pace. Lisa also picked up her pace, as
she sought to pass the only two female runners ahead of her, but there
was no way she could run as fast as Jason.
Using the technique that had served him well in high school, he calmly
started passing the 12 runners who still were ahead of him during the
final portion of the run. He began breathing more heavily and sweating
hard as he pushed himself. Soon there were 11 runners in front of Jason,
then there were 10, then 9�
By the time the stadium was in sight Jason only had two more runners
ahead of him, the two he had known from the beginning would be his
toughest rivals. Both were Tri-Alpha pledges, who were confident this
would be yet another year Tri-Alpha would take the trophy and use the $
1,000 in prize money for a post-run party at the fraternity. Jason had
other ideas about that prize money and what it would be used for.
The three young men ran fiercely in a tight cluster as they re-entered
the stadium, well ahead of anyone else in the race. Jason heard the
announcer�s voice.
�Hey-hey, what�s this? We�ve got Huntington Hall giving the Tri-Alphas a
bit of a challenge here! So, it looks like we might have an upset this
year!�
The crowd roared its support for the runners, some of them rooting for
the Tri-Alpha runners and some of them for Jason. As they came around
the final quarter lap Jason put forth a final burst of energy. He put
everything he had into a desperate sprint to the finish line and pulled
ahead of his two final rivals. He barely felt the ribbon as he pushed
through it and it broke across his chest, with the campus newspaper and
Tri-Alpha photographers rapidly snapping pictures of the first
non-Tri-Alpha member to win the race in 11 years.
The crowd exploded into cheering as Jason pulled to a stop and struggled
to regain his breath. He looked back at the two Tri-Alpha pledges, who
were taken aback they had not kept the tradition of yearly wins for the
fraternity. There would be hell to pay for the loss later that night.
Instead of a post-race party, the pledges would have to return to their
dorm naked, get cleaned up, and then spend the evening getting paddled
by the fraternity�s upperclassmen. To make matters worse, the
fraternity�s sister sorority pledges would be invited to watch the
punishments. Losing the race was a serious matter for the Tri-Alphas.
Still gasping for breath, Jason saw Cecilia running towards him. She
gave him a big hug and a kiss, embracing him as several Huntington Hall
RA�s took pictures of the happy couple. Sweat from Jason�s bare body
saturated Cecilia�s blouse as she hugged him, but she could care less
about that. He had won, he had won for her, and she loved him for it.
Naked men continued to trickle into the stadium, circling around the
field and passing the finish line. Then came the second batch of
excitement, the first female runners in the race re-entered the stadium.
They were Lisa and the female track runner. It turned out they were
evenly matched, because Lisa was tall and had a long stride, but her
competitor was the more seasoned athlete. The two women ran viciously
against each other as they desperately circled the football field. They
crossed the finish line together and for a minute it was not clear which
of them had won. Finally a race referee produced a digital photo showing
Lisa ahead by about a foot as the two women crossed the finish line. The
photo was put on the stadium�s display board for the audience to see how
the winner had been determined. A foot wasn�t much, but under the race
rules Lisa was clearly the winner.
The Huntington Hall students went wild with cheering. This year the dorm
had produced not one, but two winning runners in the race, thanks to the
2nd floor RA. The residents cheered as Cecilia posed arm-in-arm with the
winners of the male and female division of the race for numerous
pictures. The announcer reminded everyone the race still had not
finished, and for all runners to remain on the field until the final
contestants still on the course had re-entered the stadium and completed
the final lap.
Cecilia, Jason, and Lisa applauded as Mike crossed the finish line. He
gave Lisa a big hug, hugely relieved simply to have finished the race at
all. He actually had done relatively well for not being an experienced
long-distance runner, coming in 67th out of 152 participating.
The remaining runners entering the stadium began to thin out after the
100th runner crossed the finish line. Ken staggered in, crossing the
finish line as the 109th runner. He was completely burnt out, exhausted,
and had pulled a muscle in one of his thighs, but at least he completed
the race. Jason later planned to have a talk with him about his
performance, because there was no way he should have finished so far
behind Mike. He was in good shape, but had used horrible technique.
The naked runners stretched and drank water on the football field as
stragglers trickled into the stadium. The final contestants struggled to
keep running, because the rule of the race was that a runner had to
complete the entire distance non-stop to receive a certificate of
participation. Finally, the last two runners to complete the race, two
gasping and limping young women, struggled around the track, finishing
as runners 126 and 127. The referees radioed out to the course to see if
any other participants still were on their way to the stadium, but the
other 25 runners had dropped out of the race.
Following a break to let the stragglers stretch and drink water, the
remaining 127 runners lined up on the field as the musicians played the
Tri-Alpha fraternity song. The three top male finalists and the top
female finalists were called to step forward to be recognized and
receive medals. For the 1st place winners there would be trophies and
checks.
The three winning women went first, stepping onto a platform to receive
their medals and pose for pictures. Lisa, her bare body still saturated
with sweat, proudly took her place in the winner�s spot. The modesty she
had felt prior to the race was completely deleted from her mind. She
held the trophy over her head, hugged the woman with whom she had almost
tied the race, and posed for dozens of pictures.
The three winning males were next, with Jason taking his spot on the
platform between the 2nd and 3rd place finishers. As the winner of the
entire race and the first non-Tri-Alpha to win in more than a decade,
the presentation of Jason Schmidt to the university was a very big deal.
He stood quietly holding his trophy, smiling for 15 minutes as reporters
and campus photographers took his picture over and over.
Finally the two winners stood together with their trophies for the
official winners� photo of the race, taken by a professional
photographer. Later in the semester the photo would be re-printed for
sale at a charity event and the two winners would have to spend an
evening autographing copies as part of a campus fund-raising drive.
As the final part of the event, the finishing contestants lined up to
get their race certificates. Once the certificates were passed out, the
127 runners lined up one last time behind the race winners, holding
their certificates for a final group photograph.
As the other runners began to disperse, there were several interviews
for the two winners, who stood naked in front of several television
cameras. Jason did most of the talking, simply reciting that he won the
race using the techniques he had learned while competing on his high
school track team.
�I guess the person I really gotta thank is Coach Thompson from Eastwood
High School. He was the one who taught me how to run for the distance.
And also, my RA, Cecilia Sanchez, who encouraged me to run.� He and Lisa
smiled sarcastically to each other at that final comment, given the
manner in which the RA had �encouraged� the four freshmen to participate
in the race.
The majority of the race participants returned to the stadium locker
rooms to shower and get dressed. Within a few minutes the football field
was largely cleared of naked bodies. The four Huntington Hall runners
were the exception. For them there would be no getting dressed until
they had made their way back to Cecilia�s room, where their clothing and
room keys were being kept. They left the stadium in the company of
Cecilia and the dorm director, with hundreds of cheering classmates
trailing behind them for a very public naked walk across campus back to
the dorm.
Even once they were back at the dorm, still there was no getting dressed
for the four naked residents. Many of their classmates wanted to take
pictures with the four runners, especially with the two winners and
their trophies. Jason and Lisa shrugged their shoulders. What the hell?
They had been in the nude and posing for pictures over the last seven
hours for just about anyone and everyone, so what difference could a few
more pictures make? For the next 40 minutes Jason and Lisa posed with
their trophies, medals, and bare sweaty bodies for dozens of pictures
with their classmates: with single classmates, with couples, and with
small groups.
Cecilia stood with the dorm director as they watched the final
photography session of the day on the steps of Huntington Hall. She
reminded him of something, a promise he really had not expected to
fulfill, but one that now would make him dig deep into his pockets.
�I�m gonna really appreciate the gift certificates. I�m looking forward
to a nice shopping spree at the mall, �cause to be honest, my clothing
collection sucks.�
�Oh, uh�yeah�I did promise, didn�t I? OK, I�ll get that $ 500 gift
certificate to you first thing Monday, along with the $ 50 ones for
Jason, Lisa, and Ken.�
�Sir, will that be one or two $ 500 gift certificates? We did have two
winners, after all.�
�It�ll be two. I�m a man who keeps his word. You gave me two winners,
you get two certificates. That�s what I promised.�
Cecilia was elated. As the result of a single Poker game, she had a $
1,150 shopping spree coming her way.
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It wasn�t until after 5:00 p.m. when Cecilia and the four freshmen
finally returned to her room and they were able to retrieve their
clothing and room keys. The three men couldn�t go into the women�s wing
undressed, which to them made no sense, because they had come out that
way in the morning before the race. They had to wait in the second floor
commons area for Cecilia to bring them their room keys. Lisa went to the
shower right away while Jason, Ken, and Mike waited for their RA to come
back with their belongings. Finally, more than seven hours after leaving
Cecilia�s room in the morning, the three freshmen went back to their
rooms to shower and get dressed.
The dorm director called Cecilia and asked her to invite the four
runners out for dinner to celebrate the run. Shortly after they were
cleaned up, the RA and her four residents joined the dorm director and
the other RA�s at a nearby restaurant, for a free dinner, compliments of
the director. He planned to hold a dorm party the following Saturday for
all the residents, but the post-run dinner at a nice restaurant was his
way to offer his personal thanks to Cecilia and the four runners. He
mainly wanted to thank Jason and Lisa, but because Mike and Ken also
were residents of the dorm, the director did not feel he could justify
excluding them. Cecilia, as always, went to dinner in her formal
Danubian dress, while Jason wore one of his new suits. The others in the
group were amazed at how good Jason and Cecilia looked together when
dressed up.
Following the dinner Cecilia invited Jason to her room. He expected the
usual routine of servicing her with a massage and oral sex, but she had
a surprise for him. Cecilia was very happy with her boyfriend and was
determined to reward him for having performed so well in the run.
Tonight she would concentrate on pleasing him, not on having him please
her. The first thing she did upon returning to the room, was to slowly
and seductively strip him. She pulled off his jacket, his tie, and his
pants, kissing him the entire time. Then she pulled off his shirt and
pulled his underwear to the floor.
She turned around and asked him to lift her dress above her head. She
stopped to hang it up in her closet, given that the dress was worth $
700, was her only item of decent clothing, and was a gift from her
favorite singer. As she reached into her closet, Jason admired her dark
skin and the thin strip of white thong around her waist that accentuated
the nudity of the rest of her body. She returned to kissing him and
encouraged him to explore her with his hands.
Over the month he had known her, Jason was becoming skilled at
understanding what Cecilia wanted from him without having to ask.
Tonight her desire was clear. She was offering herself to him. She
wanted him to take her, enjoy her body, and take charge of their time
together in bed. He also understood why she was surrendering herself to
him. He was being rewarded for winning the race and making her look good
to the dorm director.
Jason pushed her skimpy underwear to her ankles and grabbed her bottom
hard as he pulled her body against his. She could feel his stiff penis
poking into her, until he separated to kiss her breasts and explore her
nipples with his tongue. He sucked hard on her breasts, causing her
slight pain, which accentuated her arousal. He then moved behind her,
grabbing her breasts hard as he kissed the sides of her neck. She pushed
her bottom backwards, allowing him to relish the feel of the warm tender
area between her bottom cheeks pressed up against his very stiff
hard-on.
He guided her onto her bed, on her elbows and knees. Under ordinary
circumstances she never would have consented to sex in this submissive
posture, but that night was a rare occasion she wanted to submit and be
taken. He explored and squeezed her widely spread bottom and fondled the
secret region of soft dark skin in between. For a few seconds he
massaged the skin around her exposed bottom hole, then moved to fondling
her labia and vagina. She was very wet, very aroused, and her body
reacted at the slightest touch of his fingers.
He knew better than to try to enter her without a condom. He grabbed one
out of her top dresser drawer, slipped it on, and took a good hard look
at the beautiful dark bottom spread in front of him, fantasizing about
turning the tables on Cecilia and spanking her. Maybe a spanking was
what she needed�
The sight of her exposed bottom, and the secret thought of putting her
over his lap and soundly spanking her, drove him wild with sexual
desire. He grabbed her hips, entered her very wet vagina, and thrust
into her vigorously, to the point she felt some discomfort. Still,
she pressed backwards, wanting him to get as far inside her as possible.
It hurt and yet felt good, to surrender her body to Jason�s hard
thrusts.
Jason climaxed and pumped semen into his condom. He stayed hard and
continued pushing into Cecilia. The fantasy of having her over his lap
and soundly slapping her bottom took hold of him as he thrust�and
thrust�and finally had a second orgasm. By the time he finished both
their bodies were covered in sweat and their energy completely spent.
The lovers felt an exhausted bliss as they finally separated and
collapsed.
They lay on her bed sticky, sweaty, and reeking from love-making.
However, both of them were too tired to get up or make any effort to get
cleaned off. They fell asleep, not even having the strength to pull a
sheet over their exposed bodies or turn off the light.
A few hours later Cecilia woke up, turned off the light, pulled the
covers over Jason, and got back in bed with him. He remained soundly
asleep, enjoying one of his deepest sleeps ever. That was no surprise to
Cecilia, given the hour of hard running in the middle of the day and the
vigorous session of love-making in the evening. After such exertion, of
course his body would be completely tired out.
Cecilia lay in the dark, looking at his sleeping face and gently running
her fingers through his hair. In spite of the tenderness she felt for
him that moment, her thoughts focused on the lesson she had managed to
teach him that day. He had learned; if he really put forth a serious
effort to accomplish meaningful goals for her, she would reward him. The
reward would be a night of being permitted to enjoy her body as he
pleased.
However, a session of sex on his terms instead of hers was a privilege
he needed to earn. She wasn�t going to just give it to him.
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