In the dimly lit frat house basement, Bobby and Darren, straight-laced jocks, are blindfolded and led to their hazing ritual. The seniors, smirking, command them to strip, their voices echoing in the cold, damp room. Bobby and Darren comply, their bodies tense with anticipation. The seniors guide their hands to each other's hardening cocks, a silent command. Bobby and Darren hesitate, then begin to stroke each other, their breaths hitching as they feel each other's thickness for the first time. The room fills with the sound of their ragged breaths and the soft, wet noises of their hesitant exploration.