Everybody seemed to have gone to a private school with a fancy rowing team. They had clearly chosen it as a hazing activity because the idea of man-on-man contact would make us as uncomfortable as possible. Not a free member yet? One of the older guys, always surrounded by groups of women, kept referring to something called "The Raft," which turned out to be a large bed he used for group sex. College is a strange time. Even if it did mean being surrounded by guys I was starting to feel iffy about. An afternoon of embarrassing hazing activities, followed by a homoerotic climax that seemed to have come straight out of my year-old gay subconscious.
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