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Graduation Day Surprise
🕑 Added 2023-05-10 23:23:11 +0000 UTCAnother story from the archives with the reference images that started it all (I added my own ENM twist). I don't write SPH content often, so this was a fun departure from me...
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It was time for one more graduation ceremony. I had been a professor at Carlyle University for 34 years now, and for the past few years, I had started toying with the idea of retiring. My husband had already retired, but I didn’t know if the life of crossword puzzles and everyday naps was for me. But this year, I had one group of students push me over the edge. I didn’t really care what I’d be doing next fall, but I knew that I wouldn’t be here.
I taught a general chemistry course and then a senior lab, so I had groups of fraternity pledges every fall. And normally, they weren’t ever a problem. They showed up hungover more than the average student, and sometimes I’d have an older brother pop in to class and embarrass one, but never anything harmful. That is until the Zeta Phi Tau’s pledge class of 2019. I had seven of them, and one was the worst student I ever had: Chet. He brought liquor to class and took shots out of beakers in lab, blatantly tried to copy old lab reports, and cheated every exam. But whenever I brought it up with the dean, they shrugged- his parents were wealthy donors, and they couldn’t pass that up.
So, I dealt with him. But when he slept through my final exam and never showed up at my office, I had no choice but to fail him. But two days later, my gradebook had a B listed beside his name. That little fucker was going to cruise through college, and the administration would help up just to get that money. Apparently, if he graduated, his parents had promised a donation big enough to pay for a new library in his honor. And there was nothing I could do about that. Or this year when he somehow showed up on my lab’s roster. But, I had one idea.
Professors gossip just as much as students do, and we are always trading stories. No social media is ever fully private, so we know more than students think we do. But there was one thing that Chet had kept private his whole college career: his privates. His pledge class had to streak through campus one night during fraternity hell week, but he mysteriously was out of town. As much as every other brother slept their way through campus, he never had that reputation- he claimed that he had a long-distance girlfriend. And I knew how to make it hurt for him, a punishment that would actually hit him where it would hurt.
In my lab, I had one undergrab lab assistant, Marcus, who I knew that I could confide in. He hated Chet as much as I did, since he had messed up one of his experiments by puking on it earlier this semester. So, I filled him in on the plan. For graduation, there were always pranksters who walked across stage in nothing but their robes and graduation caps. And this year, I was going to make sure that Chet was one of them.
Marcus was president of Kappa Eta Sigma, which was known as the honor fraternity on campus. They never got into any trouble. So when he sent out an email to the fraternity council suggesting that all fraternity presidents walk across stage naked, they all accepted the offer. If the nerd president was brave enough, then everyone else was too.
Two weeks later, graduation was finally here. All of the graduates were supposed to meet in the building next to the football stadium where graduation would be held. Marcus had sent everyone a last-minute text to meet in Room 104C, and on the dot, everyone was there. Including Chet.
They were all dressed up in their finest clothes from pre-ceremony pictures, but without a word, they all started stripping out of them. Ties were pulled off, and shirts were excitedly unbuttoned. No one wanted to drop their pants first, but Marcus led the way, and they all followed suit. Most of the boys were wearing boxer briefs, and a few were in briefs, but Chet had on loose boxers. They all put on their robes, zipped them up, and dropped their underwear on the count of 3. The v-neck robes showed off everyone’s hairy chests and below, their socks pulled high over their calves.
Most of the boys filed out now, laughing and pushing each other around, leaving their clothes behind. But there wasn’t a pair of boxers at all on top of Chet’s clothes. Marcus and Chet were the last ones in there, and the latter tried to quickly follow the crowd out.
Hey man, we all agreed to do this, fair is fair. And with that, Marcus quickly reached up under Chet’s robe and yanked his boxers to the ground. Marcus looked up to see Chet trying to play it off, but he was clearly terrified. Before anything else happened, Chet ran out of the room to catch up with the group for strength in numbers.
Once the sound of footsteps had faded away, Marcus quickly pulled all of his clothes back on, grabbed Chet’s pile, threw it out the window, and rushed out a different door.
Marcus sneaked down into the large auditorium and joined his fellow science majors, who had no idea what had happened upstairs. If any of the other guys had seen him fully clothed again, they wouldn’t have time to grab their clothes anyway. They walked outside, and the true show was about to start.
In the bright sunlight outside, I sat up on the stage with the fellow department heads. I sat between three other retiring professors, and we had the honor of shaking the graduates’ hands as they filed across stage. I made sure that I picked the last section of graduation, which was when Chet’s major would be called.
I tuned out the college president’s speech, which I’d basically heard almost sixty times now and ignored most all of the other graduates, except for my chemistry students. As Marcus was handed his diploma, he discretely gave me a thumbs up, and my heart started pounding. A few more dozen students walked by, and it was my turn to step up to the plate.
I took my position behind the president and stuck out my right hand to give a handshake to each graduate. Those that had had my class their freshmen year gave polite smiles, and I returned them all. I really would miss this job, but as I saw Chet swagger up the ramp, I knew I was making the right decision.
He walked up to the president, who at this point in his career could not care less about who streaked at graduation. But then he came to me, and he was too dumb to even realize how much I disliked him. He had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face and gladly grabbed my right hand. I leaned in close, whispered good luck in his ear, and grabbed his robe with my left hand. As he walked past, the cheap material began to rip, all the way up to the collar and down to the bottom hem. As if in slow motion, the robe was pulled over his right arm and then off his left. He was now framed for the audience, completely naked except for his shoes and the hat on his head.
The laughter began immediately from the students and spread into the family seating. I had a view of just his back, but I conveniently could look up onto the jumbotron behind me and see him standing thirty feet tall for all to see. He actually had a pretty muscular chest with broad shoulders, but that only made him look even smaller as you kept looking down. His hairless dick was barely two inches long, and his white thighs basically shone on this sunny day. He stood there frozen in shock, not even thinking to cover himself with his diploma. With how small his dick was, it would easily cover himself up.
Finally, I had to do something. I tapped him on the shoulder, and he looked back at me, almost in tears. But they really began to fall when I just pointed up to remind him about the jumbotron. He looked up to see his pasty white ass in HD for everyone to see.
“What do I do?” he screeched at me.
“Maybe your parents could donate some more money to get you out of this.”
And I could see then that he knew that I was behind all of this. He had no proof, and he never would- he had finally been put in his place. He turned around again in a huff to stomp off stage, but he was greeted with a barrage of camera flashes as over half of his peers documented his embarrassment. He ran off stage, with his small dick flapping in front of him, and the sadistic cameraman followed him with the camera. Up on the screen, we all watched him run all one hundred yards back to the other end of the stadium where they’d entered from.
The ceremony somehow continued, but it all happened in a blur for me. I rode that high all the way home. My office had been packed up days ago, and I was completely free. My husband greeted me at the door with a smile and the smell of dinner being cooked in the kitchen, and I pounced on him.
Between kisses, he looked up at me with a smile and asked, “What’s gotten into you tonight?”
“I just had a really, really good day, that’s all.”
