Native American's College Wrestling Experience

Ch 54. The Bookstore.

Skye had thought that Kirk’s remark about the Three Stooges meant there was something brewing in the showers right then, but things were normal, dull even. The Stooges had showered quickly and left, so Skye figured they’d be back with ideas or activities in the next couple of days.

Skye showered and dressed and said good-bye to Kirk, mentioning that he had to hurry. He grabbed a sandwich on the way and arrived at the store at 6:00. Mr. Williams greeted him with his usual courtesy and explained that he really just needed him to be on the floor, keeping an eye on things and helping customers.

Skye was happy to do this, despite his innate introversion. It seemed simple enough and indeed little happened in the first couple of hours.

Around 8:00 he noticed a young fellow walking slowly down the aisles. He wasn’t particularly tall and seemed like he might be Skye’s age, though his physical development was nothing compared to the wrestler’s. Skye watched him walk down an aisle, pick up some object and look at it, and then put it back and move on. After seeing him do this a few times, Skye began to think about what he was seeing. This boy seemed to pick up objects that a guy his age would have little interest in: hair ties, “peds” socks, pencils with Disney characters. Skye thought that he himself might back off a little and try to see the big picture. It was then that he noticed the guy was working slowly but steadily towards the men’s clothing department. Sure enough, in a few minutes he was in the pants aisle. He walked halfway down, pulled off a pair of slacks and looked at them perfunctorily, returned them to the rack and meandered to the end of the aisle. He took a right turn and found himself, though it was clearly no accident, in the men’s underwear aisle. Skye began to develop a picture of what was going on, based on the pace of the fellow’s movements: either he was moving deliberately slowly because he was thinking of stealing something, or he was too embarrassed about buying his own underwear but couldn’t stop himself from checking it out.

The boy paused in front of men’s underwear and scanned the display. Even from a bit of a distance, Skye could see his heart beating, causing his shirt to rise and fall just perceptibly. Suddenly, Skye felt empathy and concern for the fellow. Having just had a couple of days of huge emotional roller coastering, along with an uncontrollable libido, he felt he understood that this guy was looking for some underwear that he could use for sexual pleasure, and Skye assumed that, as this guy was physically unprepossessing, that meant masturbation.

Though not one to embarrass others, Skye nonetheless thought he might use a little friendliness to help the guy relax. He stealthily went one aisle over and then, as if from nowhere, appeared at the elbow of the shopper.

“Can I help you with anything, buddy?” He thought he might use that collegiate term to put the other fellow at ease.

“Me? Huh? Uh, no,” stammered the customer. “I just… Um…”

Skye was himself a little surprised at his own boldness. He had never done anything close to sales and was wholly ignorant of any “techniques,” but he was a sensitive guy and so just said, “Trying to decide what kind of underwear, huh? I had that same question just last week. Most guys in my dorm wear boxer briefs, but a couple wear tighty whities. It’s all cool with them, whatever.”

The boy stared at him, agog. Though Skye’s tone had been friendly, his complete candor about something so personal astonished him as much as Charlie’s upfront approach to intimate subjects had surprised Skye.

“Oh, yeah… well, I’m not in college yet.”

“Still in high school?”

“Yep.”

“You thinking about coming here?”

“Yup. I had to take an extra year so I’m older than my classmates, but….”

“But…?” asked Skye gently.

“But, well, you know… Some of those guys are built… like you.” The student’s blush could have rivaled Skye’s for intensity.

“Yeah, guys are all different at 19. I mean, I guess. I won’t turn 19 for another month.”

“Really? You look…” He left the sentence unfinished, suddenly aware of his frankness.

“Anyway,” said Skye, “in college most guys wear boxer briefs but, like I said, a few wear tighty whities and some have boxers for sleeping but also for wearing. It’s really what you want.”

“Hey, can I ask you a question?”

“Sure, buddy.”

“Do you think boxer briefs would look goofy on me? I’m kinda skinny and I always feel like they’re gonna look like, I dunno,boys pajamas.”

“All depends,” said Skye, assuming an expertise he didn’t really feel. “Well, if we’re gonna figure this out, can I ask what kind of underwear you usually wear?” This statement was so brazen and so personal, Skye couldn’t believe he’d asked it, but the kid seemed relatively at ease, considering the built-in social awkwardness. He looked down, a little self-conscious, but also a little thrilled to be talking like this so immediately with a college guy who clearly knew a thing or two about how underwear looked.

“I still wear Jockey shorts. A bunch of the guys do, but I kinda feel like I should move on.”

“Well,” said Skye, "sounds like you prefer briefs in spite of everything.”

“Yeah, actually… yeah…” The kid seemed to display a little more confidence. In his response, Skye read the story of a small guy being teased for “little boy underwear” but who had enough gumption to know what he liked.

“Ya know, we don’t have a huge selection, but you could try the mall, which has a bigger selection of briefs. Maybe something with a little color, and I can tell you from experience, the guys in my dorm and on my team think that fly front briefs are lame. It’s pouches for them.”

“Must be cool livin’ in a dorm,” said the student. “And what team? Wrestling?”

“Yup. You guessed it. Just like everybody else.” Skye grinned.

“Well, no offense, but it’s hard to miss.”

They remained quiet for a moment. The boy resumed, “All right, I’ll go to the mall, though I think they cost a lot more, don’t they?”

“A little…if you go to the upscale stores, but if you try Bob’s, you can get a good deal.”

“Ok, that sounds good. You sure it’s okay to recommend other stores since you work here?”

“It’s just about helping out a dude. Just yesterday, a guy I didn’t even know helped me out, so I’m just doing that. Good luck, and if you come back here, lemme know how it worked out, ok?”

“Thanks, man.” The boy turned and walked out of the store. Skye felt like he was in new territory, being a kind of mentor in a small way to a kid who, though not much younger than him, seemed that way.


The next two hours flew by, and Skye left at 10:00 knowing that his Saturday paycheck would include four hours’ wor

He entered his dorm hallway and realized that, though he thought he had found the rhythm of the space, he was mistaken. He figured there might be a couple of guys going to the bathroom, but just as he walked in, again with a kind of Broadway coordination, a half dozen guys emerged from their rooms in all kinds of disrobed states. Two of them were buck naked, though only one of those had an erection; two were in boxerbriefs clearly with semi’s and one had on a blue pouch brief and the other plain boxers. They all greeted Skye on the way to showers or teeth or whatever. Skye found himself feeling at home.

Ch 55. Commonalities

Skye walked into his room. Charlie, naked as always, was at his desk reading a book by Sigmund Freud. Charlie looked up and snapped the book shut and tossed it against the wall. “The guy’s fuckin nuts, man… plus impossible to understand. He probably just needed to get laid. What’s up?”

Skye answered, “I’m $40 richer, or will be on Saturday. Well, actually more on Saturday once that shift is over. I can’t believe what a difference having some money makes. No wonder everyone’s so greedy.”

“Spoken like a true capitalist philosopher,” said Charlie, smiling. “Hey, did you ever check back about your stolen clothes from the weight room locker room?”

Stunned, Charlie realized he hadn’t given that situation any mental space for two days. “Um… well, truth is, I haven’t even thought of it.”

“Not surprising, now that you’re a rich man. Plus, too busy jizzing everywhere.” Charlie gave his most provocative grin, the one that almost always got the other guy to respond in mock anger.

“Asshole,” said Skye and quick as lightning, grabbed his pillow and chucked it at his roommate. Charlie caught the pillow and mimed a throwing action when his eye lighted on the sock on Skye’s bed, now exposed by the removal of the pillow. He pointed at this with his chin and said, “Well, do I lie?”


Skye looked over and blushed again. In his pretend battle pose, Charlie said, “I can see your old shame-ometer going to work. Well, if it helps…” He held Skye’s pillow in his right hand and lifted up his own pillow with his left and made as if he was going to whomp Skye on either side of the head. Skye, of course, had enough wrestling training to see this coming and to avoid it, but instead of the cymbals blow he expected, he saw Charlie look at his own bed, and Skye followed his gaze only to see a white athletic sock exposed from where Charlie’s pillow had lain. The two of them paused in simulated conflict and then burst out laughing. Both fell back on their beds.

A full minute later, Skye had recovered and said, “Ok, man. You win first fuckin’ prize. I know nothing fazes you but I didn’t expect that! I guess that’s something we have in common.”
“It’s a classic, Skye. The jizz sock. Oldest trick in the book. You know how many of the moms of the guys on this hall probably discovered a sock like that in their sons’ bedrooms in high school? Ya know what I think? I think we should go on a scavenger hunt and check out every pillow in this hallway. Hell, in this dorm! Then you’d see that, alas, you’re not that original, pal!” Charlie grinned, tossed Skye’s pillow back to him and threw his own on the bed, not even bothering to cover up the sock.

Things calmed down shortly, and Charlie retrieved his now damaged Freud book while Skye grabbed his kit, went to the bathroom and returned shortly, passing Charlie on the way. Ready for bed he felt some concern, however, about passing another night with his own cock assaulting him and disrupting his sleep, though here again, he had to admit that there were certainly far less pleasurable occurrences than this. He debated about sleeping in the nude, wondering if wearing his new blue boxer briefs might actually calm things down. He had just decided to take that route and had pulled up his boxer briefs, placed the pillow back on the crusty sock, and pulled back the covers when Charlie entered. He too hopped into bed, naked, unlike his roommate. They turned out the lights and after a few minutes, Charlie, with his usual skill at reading situations, remarked, “Dude, I know you think wearing boxer briefs to bed might help you tame your dick, but I’m tellin’ ya…”

“Jesus, man. Does anything get past you?”

“I’m tellin’ ya, it won’t make any difference. Still, it’s your choice.”

“Asshole,” remarked Skye again, playfully. Charlie could almost hear him grin.

Next moment, Charlie felt a crinkly object land on his face. “Fuck, man! Is that your cum sock? Who’s the asshole now?” He laughed, and in a couple of smooth movements launched his own jizzed sock through the air so it landed on Skye. They both laughed like little boys and through some tacit agreement, kept each other’s sock, safely tucked under their pillows.

Ch 56: The night before Spanish class

Like any addict, Skye had hopes. He wasn’t really an addict, of course, but his cock was, at least recently. Skye hoped that the funny and rather juvenile behavior between him and his roommate just before bed might relax his body and he wouldn’t have another night like the previous one. Still, just to be on the safe side, he felt he should not sleep naked, so he removed his boxer briefs and pulled on his old white/gray briefs and tried to get some sleep.

Though he slept soundly for a few hours, around 2:00 in the morning, he woke with a start. Sure enough, his erection was throbbing painfully in his tighty whites, pulsing and twitching in its constant demands to be satisfied. As usual, Skye tried thinking of every dick-wilting scenario he could, but it was hopeless. His penis was a juggernaut behind which an army of millions of sperm stood ready to launch. Skye groaned quietly but then thought perhaps if he took care of it this one time, there would be no recurrence.
With practiced hand, he reached down and freed his cock from his underwear and pulled the waistband down under his sack so his balls rested on the elastic. Taking care to be extra quiet—though somewhere in his subconscious, he had begun to see that it didn’t matter; Charlie always seemed to know when Skye was beating off and he never cared—Skye took his throbbing and leaking penis in his hand and stroked it rapidly. Though he considered, in his rational moments, that the erection situation might be a problem, once he started stroking his meat, nothing else mattered. He worked his balls, tugging on them, and strengthened his grip and within a couple of minutes, his cock erupted with thick white cum, which coated his chest.

After resting for a few minutes, he reached under his pillow and then realized with a shock that he had Charlie’s cumsock there. Poised for a moment on the needle point of laughter and horror, he finally figured that once it had dried, who’d know the difference? And besides, he could always switch them when Charlie wasn’t around. For a brief moment, he made a connection between that situation and those humorous “contests” in old movies where the villain is always switching white cups with the hero; he envisioned switching the cum socks, and then not knowing that Charlie might have switched them back, and on and on. He smiled, but then realized he had better get some sleep for class.

Two hours later, just as on the previous night, this masturbation excursion happened again, and then two hours after that! Skye was exhausted, if elated, and felt that he’d better tell Kirk. Finally, he slept.

Ch 57 The girl in Spanish Class

Skye woke up surprisingly refreshed, given his night’s disruption. He figured that maybe meeting his sexual demands three times in one night was just as good as actually sleeping during that time. It seemed a matter of tension release…

He got up, discreetly checked his briefs by pulling the waistband out. He noticed a few cum stains on the front but nothing egregious. He also checked the bed and saw it was relatively free of telltale signs. When he picked up the sock, however, he felt that if this were a murder weapon in a story, he’d be swept off to the police station in no time! The sock was still damp from the three loads he had wiped up. He could only hope that it would dry quickly.

Charlie still slept, and Skye, to be on the safe side, shucked his briefs and wrapped a towel around his waist before heading to the bathroom.

Breakfast was uneven. Skye was discovering that since most guys merely grunted in the morning, it wasn’t exactly social. Plus, he found if he ate on his own, he could do a little work before class, which might make a difference. Although he had a little trepidation about the girl in Spanish class and the effect she had had on him, he hoped that he’d have shot his load enough times to keep himself under control. Now that I think of it,” he said to himself, I supposed I could jack off In the shower in the morning like Wells, just to give me a little extra buffer. Or, even back in the room. Charlie said he didn’t care. Nah, that’d be weird. Well, he’d just have to try his best. After all, the explosion in his pants had only happened that one time. So far…

He entered Spanish class and already the class was a little noisy with social conversations before the Professor arrived. Her techniques had worked wonders; within just one class, students felt ready to take risks with the language, do activities, write or whatever was requested. Skye took note of where the girl was seated and found a spot as far from her as possible… just to be safe.

The Professor arrived—all energy and pizzazz— and began talking rapidly in Spanish. However, she repeated her phrasing many times, and Skye found himself understanding a good deal. Maybe, he thought, I have some kind of ear for this.

As in the previous class, the Professor had arranged a lot of small group activities. Skye found himself in a group of about five students, both boys and girls. They followed directions and had a good time with the energy. Skye had seldom encountered teaching of this caliber—never, in fact—and he was captivated. Next moment, though, there was a change of groups, and students shifted desks. There, before him, was the girl.

His heart raced, but it was as a turtle compared to the speed of his cock getting hard. For a brief moment, Skye recalled seeing his friend take a poor mouse and hold it above a snake’s head in his terrarium. He had let go of the mouse and before it had dropped an inch, the snake had shot out and wrapped it in its coils. Faster than the speed of light, Skye remembered thinking, and apparently his penis felt the same way now. The girl had only just started to sit, when Skye felt his cock become instantly hard and, more astonishingly, he immediately felt a big glob of precum leak from the head of his cock. How was this possible?

The girl smiled at him—more throbbing behind his zipper. “Me llamo Maria,” she said to him. Then in English, she whispered, “Don’t drop your books” and winked at him.

That did it. Skye’s face flushed and his cock erupted with scalding cum. To his rescue came a wrestling lesson he had learned on the Rez: Relax 100% for a moment and then you can flip the other wrestler because he won’t expect it. It was a little like those martial arts masters who use their opponents’ force against them. He exhaled slowly and silently, letting his cock’s contribution to the situation pass by him, so to speak, and in his best imitation of Kirk, smiled and replied, “Me llamo Skye.”

Despite his impressive control tactics, he couldn’t stop his eyelids from lowering themselves half way— a typical reaction to his own orgasms. In later reflection, he wondered if Maria had noticed, and if she had, did she have enough experience to recognize orgasm eyes in such a setting?

However, at the moment, Skye won the day, and Maria smiled, dazzling him with her beautiful teeth and a twinkle in her eye.

The activities proceeded, and Skye seemed to have the favor of Heaven that day, for he himself never had to change seats. He had a thin hope that if he had been obliged, his thick denim jeans might have hidden his cum shot, but he had no guarantees. Just as the class ended, he cursed himself silently for not taking the obvious step of doubling up his underwear. Why hadn’t he pulled on two briefs? Or briefs and boxerbriefs over them, taking a lesson from double jocking in practice the day before?

The student rose to leave but Skye stayed seated and busied himself by checking something in the text book. Maria wondered over, and Skye was completely undone. He merely sat there, not able to look up. It seemed Maria had had this effect on guys before because she was wise and gracious enough not to force the situation. “Hasta mañana, Skye,” she said cheerfully.

“Hasta mañana, Baby,” said Skye, and then flushed a deep crimson. He’d heard that line—or maybe “hasta la vista?”— from some older person on the Rez. Maybe from a movie, and it escaped his lips without his realizing it. He wanted to sink into the floor as he looked up, but Maria simply laughed a silvery laugh and almost skipped out of the room.

Skye was nailed to his seat. He had to get back to the dorm room and change. He figured if he sat there for a few minutes, he could just manage to do that before history. His penis and testicles laughed at him from their hideout. “Just wait,” they seemed to say. “Just you wait.”

He finally managed to get up and walk back to the dorm, feeling the cum still wet inside his briefs. He hoped Charlie wouldn’t be there, but no luck. He was on his bed, naked, reading Freud.

“Hey, bro. Didn’t you have Spanish class first?”

“Yup,” gulped Skye, his voice nearly breaking like a 13-year-old’s.

“You have history now, don’t you?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“No reason…. So how come you came back here when the history classrooms are so close to the… ohmygodyoudiditagain! That girl? Did she do it again?!”

Skye moaned. “Fuck! How the fuck do you always know?” He sank onto his bed.

“I told you, dude! I’m working on psychology and anthropology, and we have to notice shit like that. So what’d you do, jizz during class?”

Skye looked down and said nothing.

Charlie laughed, not unkindly. “Oh man,” he mused. “You’ve got it bad…. still, though. It’s never a bad thing to cum, is it?”

“Charlie, I fuckin had a night like the night before last.”

“I know.”

“What?? HOW do you know?”

“Dude, you’re not as quiet as you think you are. Besides, I think it’s kinda cool.”

“It’s NOT cool. How am I supposed to function if my fuckin COCK won’t let me work in class. I’m finally at a point where I feel like I might be able to make it as a student, and now this.”

“Oh relax, Skye,” said his roommie. “There are worse things. Did anyone notice? Did she?”

“I don’t think so, but it’s not like the last time where she was walking away and I just shot my load. She sat down in fuckin’ FRONT OF ME, said her name, smiled and Ker-POW! Mr. Dickhead took that moment to call up the cum tanks. I think I managed to hide it but who knows? She didn’t say anything.”

“Of course not,” said Charlie. “What was she gonna say?” And in his best falsetto, he added: “Did you just cum in your jeans because of MOI?”

Skye couldn’t help but smile at this one. It dawned on him that thus far in college every crisis he encountered had involved at least one guy who could support him and help him take the long view: that most crises aren’t really the catastrophes they appear to be. The shadow of the thought This is what guys who have dads learn flitted through his mind but was gone in a flash.

“Well, anyway,” continued Skye, “I gotta change. I can’t believe I didn’t wear two pairs of underwear.”

“What? Why? Ohhhh… so that if you jizzed you’d have an extra layer?”

“Yeah, that’s why Kirk had me double jock at practice yesterday, in case my fuckpole had ideas.”

“Well, you have enough underwear now, right? Especially since you bought some and Chris forked his new briefs package over to you.”

“Yeah, but I don’t have class with her anymore today.”

“Um, Dr. Watson? Remember that you didn’t have class with her yesterday but you ran into her and bingo! Cum explosion! So maybe to be on the safe side…”

“Yeah, you’re right. I should. Who the fuck is Dr. Watson?”

“Moron,” said Charlie and returned to his book.

Ch. 58: Slippin' and Slidin' in the Shower

Skye pulled on the new briefs he’d won from Chris and then gray boxer briefs over them. Hopefully, that’d be enough if he ran into Maria. In the event, however, he didn’t. He studied a little in the library and then went to practice at the regular hour.

Kirk was there at their bench, pulling off his jeans to reveal tighty whites. Skye couldn’t help being pleased at that.

“Hey, bro,” said Kirk. “How was class?”

Skye just looked at him with a slight shake of his head. Kirk proved that Charlie wasn’t the only perspicacious student on campus.

“Holy fuck! You didn’t!”

“I did.”

“Where? In the library like yesterday?”

“Nope. In Spanish class. Small groups. She was like three feet away from me. She said her name and that was it, man.”

“Jeezus! You are an incredible stud.”

“It’s a pain in the ass, dude. How am I gonna function every day?”

“Don’t worry, Skye,” said his mentor. “When this happened to me, it stopped after only a couple of weeks.”

“Only a couple of weeks?! Are you fucking kidding me?! Wait, it happened to you?! What the fuck?!”

“Oh yeah. I didn’t tell you. Yeah, when I was a freshman, for like two weeks my cock and balls would simply NOT leave me the fuck alone. I must have jizzed 8 or 9 times a day for a couple of weeks. Just like you. I learned to double up on the underwear, just like you double jocked yesterday. Hey, were you able to sleep, though?”

“No, man! That’s the thing. Just like the night before, I had to jerk off THREE fuckin times!”

Kirk chuckled. “There are worse things, man.”

“I just thought if it happened a second time, it might prevent me from… you know…” Skye continued to undress. Pulling off his jeans, he said, “See? I’ve got briefs on under these boxer briefs. I was afraid I’d run into her in the library.”

“Smart. Yeah, you’re gonna have to do that for a little while maybe. But cheer up, man. I’m guessing she didn’t notice?”

“I think not, but I can’t be sure. I mean, like I said, I was like one desk over from her.”

“Well,” said Kirk as he closed his locker, “nuthin’ to do but see how it plays out. Don’t forget to double jock, buddy. I gotta ask David something. See you on the mat.”

Because the gods play with us, curiously, Skye wrestled that afternoon better than he had his whole life Perhaps it was because, again, he felt like he could be upfront with his friends Or maybe it was having been reminded in class of the 100% relaxation technique that helped him win some important matches in high school. Whatever the reason, he felt more smooth and in command than he ever had.

Kirk noticed it, and at the bench, he mentioned it. “Man, you really had it today. Keep this up and no one will touch you.”

Skye reddened a little. “Yeah, I felt it too. I think I know why. It’s because…”

But he was interrupted by the triumphant return of the Three Stooges. “Alright, douche bags, everyone in the showers! Now! It’s activity time.”

Mock groans could be heard, but the guys obeyed. In the shower were two bright yellow plastic strips, about a yard wide and maybe 20 feet long.

“You guys remember Slip-n-Slides from before you were old enough to spend all your time beating your meat? Well, today’s the competition!” declared Brad. “Freshman and seniors on this side, and sophomores and juniors on the other. We’ve coated these fuckers with conditioner and oil. You have to take a running start and slide on your stomach on this first one. Watch out for your nuts! And then you have to lie on your back and squiggle back up on the other one. We’ll total the winners and they get to wrap up the entire group of losers in one bunch—nuts to butts as they say in the Army— and spray ‘em down with cold water, to punish them for being losers. Okay, line up.”

The next 15 minutes or so were taken up with this absurd activity, which the guys enjoyed nevertheless. Kirk was super fast on the “Backstroke,” which involved bending his legs and using his heels to propel himself. Skye was one of the fastest stomach sliders, though lots of guys were worried for him, fearing that his overly generous junk might be damaged. They needn’t have worried; he’d learned long ago on the Rez how to protect his equipment, even if he didn’t know it was much more substantial than most guys’.

In the end, the senior/freshmen team won, so the others obediently stood in a huddled group in the middle of the showers, and the victors used the two spray hoses and deluged them with cold water. Vociferous protests erupted, of course, but they had, after all, known what they were in for, so they took it in good humor, despite retaliatory threats. Finally, the plastic was rolled up, and guys returned to their normal showers, and soaped off the slippery lubricants and went about their routines.

The evening passed without any fanfare. Charlie didn’t bring up the Maria situation, but Skye was a little concerned about sleeping. In the end, however, he slept the whole night through, without interruption. Who could understand the mysterious workings of an 18-year-old’s body?

Ch 59: Revisit to Bob’s Part I

The next couple of days were perfectly normal. Skye kept himself busy with school work, he managed to avoid night time orgasms, once by quickly beating off in the dorm shower before bed, worried that some guys might stumble in, but to his relief, no one did. He continued double jocking for practice where, as Kirk predicted, he did indeed get a few hard-ons and even leak a little but suffered no unwanted orgasms. For good measure, he wore two pairs of underwear the rest of the week. This made his inevitable “normal” erections a little tricky but he managed.

Saturday morning, Skye reported to the university store, greeted Mr. Williams—there as always—and did some stock reshuffling and other minor chores.

Mr. Williams spoke up: “Hey, Skye, I saw you helping out a high school student on Wednesday. I know you weren’t planning to be in sales, but from what I saw, you made him feel right at home. I mean, he didn’t buy anything right then, but if customers feel comfortable, they’ll return. Good job.”

This praise from the older man made Skye feel appreciated.

“Thanks, Mr. Williams,” returned Skye. “I did think I helped him out.“
“Well, hopefully we’ll see him again… oh! Talk about timing.” He nodded toward the front door and Skye saw the student from Wednesday evening standing at the entrance. Mr. Williams discreetly moved to a different part of the store, sensing that a client-sales relationship might be burgeoning between Skye and the other young man.

Skye casually meandered over towards the men’s clothing aisle and shortly thereafter the student appeared in the pants aisle. Skye feigned surprise. “Oh! Hey there, man. You’re back.”

“Yeah, I thought I might have another look at stuff.”

With a studied confidence he did not really feel, Skye boldly asked, “You still debating the underwear question.”

The kid smiled and blushed a little, but he seemed surprisingly at ease given his age and the situation. “Yeah. Actually…”

There was a pause in which, as the saying goes, a question hung in the air. “I was kind of wondering….”

“Yes?” said Skye encouragingly.

“Well, I was wondering… ya know since you said the other night that I might check out Bob’s for a better deal…and since you’ve got experience… is there any way?…” The student stopped, not sure how to ask.

“Hey, I’ll help you if I can, buddy.” Again, the use of the collegiate “buddy” was designed to make the kid feel comfortable.

“Would you be willing… to … uh… go with me to Bob’s?” The last phrase came out at high speed and he continued a rush: “I mean, I can’t pay you or anything but I just want somebody to help me out with choices so I don’t have to get grief in the locker room, and itstoughbeingkindaonthethinside…” He blushed furiously at this.

Skye was touched. If anyone knew what it was like to need some help from a more experienced person—even if this kid and he were roughly the same age—it was Skye. He smiled.

“Sure, man. I had a friend… well, my wrestling team mentor… go with me to the mall just last week and it was pretty helpful. My name’s Skye, by the way.”

“Matt.” They shook hands and Skye realized with an interior smile that this was the first new guy he’d met and shaken hands with in days who wasn’t naked! “Thanks, man. I appreciate it. I just think a college dude might help me out.”

“Okay. Uh, when did you want to go?”

Matt looked at him with a certain unintentional pleading in his eyes.

“Oh,” said Skye, “you mean, like, today?”

“Well… that would be nice. I mean, I don’t want to be a pain in the ass but…” His voice trailed away.

“No problem, man. What time is it? Oh, it’s almost noon. That’s when I get off. I suppose we could go now.” He was surprised to find himself so flexible about his time with a perfect stranger, but he remembered that the strangers he’d met so far at USD had been open, warm, and friendly, so he felt he should “pay it forward.”

“You got a car?” he asked.

“Me? No way. I couldn’t afford that. I took the bus here… but I know how to take it to the mall.”

“Well… all right then. Gimme a few minutes and I’ll meet you at the front door.”

“Cool. Thanks, man.” The guy practically skipped to the front of the store.

Skye finished rearranging a few items, gave one glance to the modest underwear section, and then checked out with Mr. Williams, who gave him his paycheck as arranged and told him he’d see him next Wednesday.”

The check in his pocket made Skye feel flush with cash: $80 continued to seem like a king’s fortune in his eyes. He walked out of the front and said to Matt, “I gotta go deposit my checks in the bank and get some cash. Come with me.”

The two walked together to the next block, talking as if they had known each other their whole lives. Skye deposited his check and got some cash from the ATM, feeling proud of the fact that he now had this skill, even if almost everyone else already had it and treated it as normal routine.

“Where do we catch the bus?” he asked Matt.

“Just follow me.”

They walked a couple of blocks and caught a large city bus just as it pulled up. Fifteen minutes later, they were at the mall.

Skye said, “Do you want to check out the department stores first? They have a bigger selection but they’re more expensive.”

“Nah… I’ve been to Bob’s before to get some shirts and I can’t afford expensive stuff. Let’s just go there.”

“Fine.”

They walked to the end of the mall and entered Bob’s. Skye took Matt directly to the men’s underwear department, which was more extensive than the university store offerings.

“See?”said Matt. “I’m not sure what to do. Lots of guys at school wear boxer briefs and some wear boxers until they jock up for sports. I think I told you I still like Jockey shorts but I get grief from this one dude and it sucks, so I’m thinking boxer briefs seem like the answer. It’s just that I’m so fucking skinny I think they’ll look like.. I dunno what… li’l kid pajamas or something?”

In an effort to assuage his new friend’s discomfort, Skye said, “I’m wearing boxer briefs right now. I just bought ‘em a week ago, and I like ‘em, tho I’ve heard a coupla guys talk about not liking their thighs all covered.”

“Yeah, I’m like that. That’s why I wear briefs.”

“Listen, dude, you shouldn’t let some jerk’s opinions about this make the decision for you! It’s your fuckin’ underwear. Why does he care?”

“Ya, I know… it’s just tiresome hearing about it. So what do you think?”

Skye looked at his new buddy and felt like some expert tailor he’d seen on tv. He grabbed a two-pack of boxer briefs like the ones he himself had bought, then he grabbed a single box with gray trunks in it, and finally picked up another two-pack, this time of slightly high-end pouch briefs, not mere tighty whities. “These might do all right.”

“Cool. Thanks. Lemme have ‘em and I’ll go try ‘em on.”

“Dude, you can’t try on underwear. They won’t let you. Plus, I think it’s illegal.”

“Aw c’mon, man. How am I gonna know if I like ‘em if I can’t try ‘em on?”

“Hey, if it were up to me, it’d be no problem. It’s the store policy, I’m sure.”

“Doesn’t say that anywhere,” said the high-schooler.

“No, but I think it’s common knowledge. Since I work in a store, I know how it’s tough to put back clothing once someone’s tried it on, and usually the store loses money on it. I mean, you can’t repackage stuff like boxerbriefs.”

“You sure about that? Look.” He held up the package and Skye saw that, unlike some other items, these were packed in resealable plastic bags, rather like a Zip-lock bag with a kind of zipper that slid open and closed easily. “See,” continued Matt in a conspiratorial whisper, “I could try ‘em on and if I don’t like ‘em, I can just fold ‘em up and put ‘em back. You’ve probably done that with clothes in your store, haven’t you?”

Skye paused. His friend had a point. Plus, as someone who was introverted and sometimes still shy, he admired Matt’s boldness at getting what he wanted.

“Ok, ok. Let’s go back to the changing room… but listen, grab a couple of shirts and a pair of pants so it’ll look less suspicious.”

Matt grinned. “Thanks.” The two walked back into the large common changing room for men.

The room was empty. Matt said excitedly, “I’m gonna try the boxer briefs first. I like these dark blue ones. Did you say that’s what you’re wearing now?”

Skye nodded and pulled down his jeans waistband an inch or two to show Matt.

“Cool.” Matt quickly kicked off his shoes, pulled his shirt over his head and unbuckled his jeans, dropping them to the floor and kicking them up on the bench. He stood in classic tighty whites. “See?” he said to Skye, “These aren’t bad, right? I dunno why that asshole Mason has to be such a prick.” He picked up the boxer briefs package, carefully slid the zipper back, and pulled out both pairs. He unfolded the dark blue pair and laid it on the bench. He put his thumbs in his briefs waistband and started to push down. Skye was amazed that this post-high school kid felt perfectly at ease getting completely naked in a changing room where anyone might enter at any time. And sure enough, someone did enter.

A voice: “Man, I see you’re still wearing little boy briefs, dude. Or is that why you’re here? You ready to join the man’s club?”

Ch 59 Revisit to Bob’s Part II

Skye was stunned. He looked up to see a guy about 5’10” with startlingly blond hair and light blue eyes. He was considerably stockier than Matt, with a square jaw and a slightly mocking mien. Skye realized he hadn’t asked Matt what sport he did, but now he saw that these guys were both wrestlers like him, only smaller and lighter, and that—uncannily—this had to be the Mason that Matt had just referred to. It seemed like some kind of cosmic joke that he would arrive at that precise moment.

“Fuck you, Mason. I’m here doing my own thing. This isn’t about you.”

“Yeah, it’s just that I can’t believe you’re still wearing those.”

“Well, you sure seem interested in my underwear, pal. Fuck off.”

Matt shucked down his briefs and stood naked and defiant with the boxer brief in his hand. Skye would never have been this bold in high school, but he did notice that Matt had reason not to be shy. His cock and balls were more than respectable, and Skye imagined for a moment that there had been mean-spirited joking in the locker room but that Matt, though on the slight side, at least had the equipment not to feel ashamed.

“Aw, take it easy, man. I’m just here trying on stuff.” He turned and seemed to notice Skye for the first time. “Sorry, man. You probably didn’t expect this.”

Skye didn’t answer. He fixed his gaze on Mason and took a step toward Matt, who had pulled on the boxer brief and was readjusting his nuts. Skye asked, “How do they feel?”

Mason was surprised. “You’re with him?”

Matt said, “Yeah. Got a problem?”

Mason looked at Skye’s build and backed down a little, saying nothing but looking from one to the other.

Matt looked at his teammate and said, “It ain’t like that, asshole. Skye works in a department store and I just wanted some advice. Frankly, if you really wanna know, I’m here because I’m sick of the crap you give me about how I dress, so I thought I’d make a change. Happy?”

Skye had imagined Matt being slightly bullied in the locker room, given his previous stories, so he was surprised at the vituperativeness of his comments. Mason just looked down, perhaps finally aware of how hurtful he’d been.

Matt turned to Skye: “These feel pretty good, and I don’t mind the thigh coverage.”

“You’ve got slender legs but they’re muscled so the thigh coverage should be ok. Pouch good?”

“Yup.” Matt grinned as he cupped his balls and then admired himself in the mirror.

Mason had opened up his package of boxers and when Matt glanced up, he saw to his astonishment, a package of tighty whites partially hidden among the boxer briefs that Mason had chosen.

“Well, well, well, Mr. Hypocrite. What do I see? Those wouldn’t be tighty whites, would they?

Mason’s pale skin blushed furiously. He stammered, “I must have picked those up by mistake…”

Matt just looked at him. “Look, dude, you give me all this crap and yet here you are with the same briefs you make fun of. What the fuck, man?”

Mason couldn’t reply.

“Okay, I see… well now that I’ve got some boxer briefs and you might be wearing tighty whites, maybe you could shut the fuck up about it in the locker room.”

Mason said nothing. Matt continued, “So-o-o.. does this mean you change into tighty whites at home in the evening?”

Mason gulped, “Usually.”

“So then why do you harass me in the locker room about my underwear?”

“I dunno. Sorry. I’ll stop, ok? Just don’t tell anyone.”

Matt regarded him. Saying nothing more, he slid off his boxer briefs and repackaged them, standing naked. At that point a middle aged man came in with a shirt and some underwear of his own, looked at the naked student, said nothing, and went into the private changing stall.

Skye felt like Matt had the upper hand, but he also knew the importance of saving face, so he stepped in with, “Listen, dude. I don’t know you but I can tell you that in college, guys wear all different kinds of underwear, and nobody makes fun of anyone else’s choice. That’s a stupid high school thing to do. Guys in my dorm and on the team wear boxer briefs but they also wear just plain briefs, and often boxers for hanging around the dorm, but some don’t even do that.”

“What do you mean?” asked Mason.

“Well, it’ll sound funny but my roommate is a total nudist. Guy never wears clothes in the dorm.”

“Really?!” exclaimed both students simultaneously. Their unintended timing made them laugh slightly.

“Yup,” said Skye. “Took me a while to get used to walking in and having my roommate with no clothes, but it’s no big deal now. So anyway, Mason, I think you’d better live and let live.” Without actually realizing it, Skye had moved a little closer to Matt, a movement that seemed to convey protection for the slimmer guy.

Mason looked chastised and seem to have the epiphany that mocking someone else didn’t actually make him look cool in the eyes of his friends.

“All right,” he said. “Matt, sorry, man. I shouldn’t have been such an asshole. To make it up, I’ll try these tighties on right now, ok?”

Matt kind of smirked. “Well, ok. Let’s see how you feel.”

Mason took off his sneakers and removed his shirt and shorts. He was wearing slightly stretched gray boxerbriefs which he removed unceremoniously. Like his teammate, he stood naked while he opened the briefs package. Skye noted that Mason, too, had a decent cock and balls, and he seemed very much at ease. He pulled on the white Jockey-style shorts and readjusted his sac. “There,” he said to Matt. “Happy now?”

“Yep!”exclaimed Matt. “See? I don’t make fun of you.”

“Ok ok. I said sorry.” Mason gave a little grin that made Skye think that within a year or so, he’d have that winning smile that Kirk had perfected.

Skye turned to Matt: “You wanna try on those trunks?”

“Sure,” responded Matt. He took the package, opened it, and slipped them out. He stepped into them and pulled them up, again readjusting his sac. “These feel a little like briefs but cover my legs. This pouch is amazing. Like a jock but smoother.”

“Yeah,” said Skye. “That’s what I’ve heard. I’ve never had a pair myself.”

He looked over at Mason who was transfixed, staring at Matt. It was clear he had never seen, much less tried on, a pair of trunks. “Wow,” he said, “are those as comfortable as they look?”

“Sure are, man. You should try on a pair. Or maybe, to save time, just try these.” In one swift movement, he pulled off the trunks and tossed them to Mason, who, again one movement, caught the trunks, waistbanded his briefs, and pulled on the trunks. “Thanks, man. Oh fuck. These feel awesome.” He cupped his balls to test the material and then said through gritted teeth: “Oh, fuck, not now.” Next moment the other two guys realized what Mason was going through, and in an effort not to embarrass him, they turned away. Matt grabbed his white briefs, pulled them on and donned the rest of his clothes.

“Uh, dude,” he said over his shoulder, “I’m gonna need those trunks.”

“Now?” asked the red-faced newly supposedly reformed bully.

“Yup. No big deal, man. We’ve all done that. Just give ‘em to me now. I gotta check out and Skye has better things to do, I’ll bet.”

Trying awkwardly to achieve the impossible task of removing the trunks without revealing his growing erection, Mason realized he had no choice, so he yanked them off and tossed them to Matt, who carefully put them back in their recloseable bag. Mason quickly grabbed his original boxer briefs and pulled them on along with the rest of his clothes. “Uh, thanks… and you won’t…?”

“Hey,” said Matt, “what happens at Bob’s, stays at Bob’s.” And, for the first time feeling power over Mason, he smirked and left the changing room, followed by Skye.

At the counter, Skye noticed the same slender cashier who had checked him out (“In both senses,” Skye thought to himself) the week before with Kirk, and an idea dawned on him.

“Gimme your stuff, including that shirt,” he muttered to Matt. “Quick.”

Matt was puzzled but he handed over the clothes.

“Watch this,” Skye murmured. “Hey buddy” he said to the cashier. Hearing this, Matt was surprised at the emotion it elicited in him: jealousy. What was happening?

The clerk didn’t look up at first, taking the clothes and muttering a perfunctory “Did you find everything okay?”

As he had the week before, Skye leaned in and said, “Yup. Especially this underwear.” For the first time, the clerk looked up and Skye was gratified to see him take a big gulp as his eyes rested on the strong jawline and steely eyes atop the muscular build of the Native American. “Oh…” he stumbled… “good…” He started to stack the underwear and then stopped for a moment, “And, er, is this the right size for you… sir?” Skye had, of course, almost never been called “Sir” by anyone, and he found it rather gratifying.

“Yup. I like ‘em tight.”

“Oh, well,… if you like that… and you made your choice carefully. Ok.”

Skye looked at him and the clerk stared back into his eyes, seeing there the entire interchange from last week, and he understood what Skye was conveying. The clerk muttered, “You know there’s a sale on these today. Buy one shirt, and get four free packages of men’s underwear.”

The clerk looked nervously around to see if any of his colleagues had heard this outrageous offer, but they were busy and it was fairly noisy.

“Perfect,” said Skye, and flashed his best approximation of Kirk’s smile. “So just the shirt, then.”

“Yessir,” said the clerk, dry-mouthed. “That’ll be $8.99.” Matt, having observed all this but still unsure as to what had happened, stepped forward and tossed a $10 bill on the counter. The clerk put his shirt and the underwear packages in a bag with the receipt and handed Matt the change. He looked at Skye: “Thank you, sir. Please come again.” They held each other’s gaze for just a moment too long, Skye because he was enjoying the dominance he so seldom experienced, and the clerk because he was transfixed by Skye’s looks.

“Thank you,” both students said simultaneously. They looked back to see Mason a couple of customers behind them in line, and Skye was gratified to know that once he explained what had occurred at the counter, Matt would also feel like he’d vanquished his tormentor. The two of them walked to the bus.

Ch 60 Lost and Found

On the bus back to campus, Matt explained to Skye about the situation in his high school, where a group of 18-year-old seniors took an extra year before graduating. During this year, they attended some classes, worked at various jobs, and helped maintain the school. The theory was that certain boys (always boys) needed another year to mature before going off to college. On the whole, the program was a success, and Matt felt like he’d be much readier for the university after this extra year. “Besides,” he finished, “it’ll give me a chance to grow some more and gain some muscle, and maybe height.” Skye felt a certain fondness for this guy, even a certain amount of envy. He wished he himself had attended a school that looked out for the students this way. Increasingly, he became grateful for the wrestling skills that had helped him move on from a poor educational system.

The subject changed when Matt asked, “How did you get all those clothes to cost only 9 bucks?”

Slightly, though only slightly self-conscious, Skye told him of the previous Saturday’s events, explaining how surprised he was when the clerk offered him free packages of underwear. “Took me a second to realize what he was doing. I think… well, to be honest, I think he just thought I was a hot dude and he was… well,… flirting, I guess. I was glad to save the money, so I didn’t really think about it till later. And then when I saw your stuff, I thought I’d play a little game. Kinda funny, huh? But I have to admit, I don’t think I’d do it again. I don’t want to get that guy in trouble.”

“Seems like he didn’t mind. I mean, after all, he started it.”

“Yeah, but I guess twice is enough. And speaking of enough, you have enough alternatives to tighty whities to last you through the year, right? And remember: you didn’t even try on the pouch briefs. You’re gonna have to do that and come back to the store and let me know!” Skye smiled, but, perspicacious though he was, he didn’t really register how good his remarks made Matt feel. With the victory over Mason and the recognition of a college guy, Matt felt like he had wings.

The two disembarked at the University store. Matt turned to Skye: “Thanks again, man. That was helpful, and I can’t believe Mason turned up right then! I guess he’ll keep quiet from now on. And thanks for all the free underwear! I guess you could use that trick a buncha times maybe at Bob’s.”

Skye smiled slightly and said quietly, “We’ll see, but like I said, probably not. Hey, come back and visit us here, huh?”

“You bet, man! See ya soon,” and Matt winged away, whistling.

The episode he had just experienced made Skye wonder about the nature of things: coincidence, chance, skill. He wondered if there even was a way to really understand those aspects of life.

He returned to the dorm room. Charlie was not around, nor was anyone else, so Skye decided he’d head to the weight room, work out, and check on his missing clothes.

He had decided that he hadn’t worn Philip’s clothes long enough to warrant a wash; it seemed more important to get them back to him as soon as possible. He put the athletic clothes that Philip had lent him in his large paper bag, realizing that he might actually be able to afford an inexpensive gym bag now that he had a little money. He changed into an old collared shirt, switched to his wager-won briefs, and pulled on his old shorts. He left the dorm and walked briskly to the weight room.

Once there, the first thing he did was check in with the desk. The student working there greeted him, apparently remembering him clearly.

“Hey, man,” said Skye, “did anyone turn in my clothes that disappeared last week?”

“Hi, Skye. I remember you. No. No one turned in anything, and I did a second sweep of the locker room and Lost and Found. I dunno, buddy, I guess they’re just gone. Some kind of asshole, huh? Takin’ a guy’s gear like that. I’ll let you know if I find it, ok?”

“Thanks. What’s your name?”

“Ben.”

“Ok, thanks, Ben. See ya around.”

Skye headed to the locker room with his paper bag, a little angry that he couldn’t trust guys here in the locker room. Though over the last few weeks he was experiencing locker room culture for the first time, he had quickly learned that for a lot of guys, the locker room was the sanctum sanctorum, where a higher standard of behavior was expected, at least in terms of honesty. Horsing around behavior was, obviously, unacceptable in normal social situations, but that only added to the mystique of the all-male environment. Social rules were suspended to a degree, but that did not extend to theft.

Skye entered and without really thinking about it, headed to the same aisle as he had the previous week. In a surprising coincidence, he saw Phillip, standing in his jockstrap at the same locker as the week prior. He looked up and smiled. “Hey, Skye! You’re back. I guess the weight room has its draws, especially on a weekend, huh?”

Skye smiled slightly and said, “Yeah, I had some time. Hey, I brought back the clothes you lent me. I figured I could have left them at the desk if I didn’t see you. I don’t have any other workout clothes, so I had to use this shirt”—he held up a collared inexpensive tennis-style shirt— “and these raggedy old shorts.”

Philip protested. “Dude! You don’t have to do that. Why not just use the stuff I lent you? You can return ‘em when you’re ready. I don’t really need them.”

Skye hesitated. He hadn’t expected to even see Philip, much less to have the offer renewed. “Well,” he said finally, “if that’s really ok. Actually, some of the stuff that was taken wasn’t exactly in the best shape, especially my trusty but worn-down tighty whities.” He grinned. “And you know what? I have a job at the university store so I can maybe go buy some new ones by next week. Could I return them to you then?”
“Sure thing, man.” Philip smiled slowly. “Happy to help.”
“OK, thanks,” said Skye, opening his locker.

There in the locker, neatly folded, were all his clothes, the briefs on top.

Skye stared. Philip didn’t notice at first but then he sensed something. “What’s up?” he asked.

“What the fuck?” answered Skye. “Look at this!”

Philip leaned over and exclaimed, “Holy shit. Is that your stuff?”

“Yeah!”

“So it was here the whole time maybe?”

“But Ben at the desk said he’d done a whole sweep. How could he have missed them? Besides, look at how neatly they’re stacked and folded. That’s totally fuckin’ weird.”

“Really is, man. And right next to my locker. Didn’t we look there last week?”

“I thought we did. So they were here the whole time, next to your locker…”

“Unbelievable,” said Philip, and returned nonchalantly to finish dressing.

Skye stood, staring at his clothes in the locker and looked once or twice at Philip’s open locker door. Philip had suddenly become reserved. He finished dressing and said, “So I guess you won’t need my loaner clothes after all. Unless you’ve changed your mind about wearing them, you can just toss ‘em in my locker.

Skye looked at him strangely and said in a soft voice. “Yeah, I think I’ll put on my own gear. Thanks.”

“Ok, man. Just put my stuff in my locker. See ya on the floor.”

Philip left the locker room quickly. Skye took longer to dress than usual. He sat on the bench for a few minutes staring at the adjacent lockers. He slowly took off Philip’s clothes and folded them a little sloppily, clothing care not being a priority, and put them in Philip’s locker on top of his regular, sharply folded clothes. Naked, he stood in front of his own locker, shaking his head and thinking. He finally pulled on his old briefs and the rest of his clothes and headed out.

Philip was friendly but distant on the floor and within 45 minutes he apparently decided he’d done enough and headed back to the locker room. Skye was about 15 minutes behind him due to the clothing delay, so when he returned to his locker, Philip was toweling off from the shower. Some ineffable feeling was in the air. Skye ventured: “No sauna today?”

“Nope,” said Philip.

“Yeah, me neither. Just a shower, I guess.”

Philip said nothing as he finished toweling off and pulled on his boxerbriefs but then offered: “Thanks for the clothes back.”

“You bet. Thanks again.”

“Sure.”Philip finished dressing and put his gear in a bag and turned. “See you next Saturday?”

“Yeah. Maybe. See ya.”


Without another word, Philip walked down the aisle and left.

Skye sat, pondering. He then stripped, took his towel and headed to the showers. He remembered the sauna last week, but felt like he was unlikely to see similar activities today, and in the showers apart from an older guy, perhaps an administrator, with a semi-erection that he was washing rather too vigorously, he didn’t see anything out of the ordinary in the showers.

He finished showering, toweled himself off, returned, pulled on his own “stolen” clothes, happy, in a way, to have them back. They appeared to be un washed from the previous week, and Skye still didn’t know what to make of the whole situation.

Back at the dorm, Charlie was in his usual spot and usual state of undress.

“Hey, dude…Hey! Are those the clothes that were taken?”

“Yeah,” said Skye quietly. “Yeah, they are.”

“So somebody turned ‘em in?”

“Not exactly. They were in the locker I used last week, right next to Philip’s.”

“That’s weird.”

“Yeah.”

Skye said nothing more but changed into a shirt and jeans, boxer briefs underneath. He put his returned clothes in a stack on the end of his bed.

Ch. 61 Another visit from Chris

That evening, a bunch of the guys from the dorm and other teams set up a kind of informal pool/foosball tournament, with actual teams and stupid prizes for the winners. Skye, of course, had almost no experience in either of these games, but he had played each of them at least once and occasionally he surprised and delighted his “teammates” by sinking a pool ball or smacking the foosball away from the goal. It was a fun-filled, energetic evening, and even Charlie was involved, though he was forced to wear jeans and a shirt, a situation he felt obliged to point out more than once with mock exasperation.

This seemed to be a no-girls evening, which was fine with Skye. Though he had had a number of intimate connections in a surprisingly short time, he felt like there was still plenty to be gained in the company of “the guys.” He and Charlie returned to their room about 11 that night, ready to get some sleep. Charlie, of course, stripped off his clothes the moment he was in the room with an exaggerated exhalation of relief: “Ahhhhh!”

“Jesus,” said Skye. “You make it sound like you’ve been on trial and only just got off.”

“Well, I might just get off in a little bit here, now that you mention it,” responded the nudist. “Sounds like a good idea.”

Skye rolled his eyes.

As if on cue, the door burst open, and Chris jumped into the room, once again clad only in his tighty whities. He chanted like a football crowd, “Early fuck! Early fuck! Early fuck!”

“Lemme guess,” said the sardonic Charlie, “you had an early fuck?”

Chris, in the best tradition of dumb jocks who’d gotten laid, merely repeated the chant: “Early fuck! Early fuck! Early fuck!”

“Shut up, dumbfuck!” yelped Charlie. “And calm down. I take it you came here to tell us about getting laid again?”

“Yup!” said the energetic neighbor. “See, she’s real religious and there’s some special service tomorrow at her church, so she told me we could fuck early and not wait till the end of a date…

Charlie smirked, “Now there’s a church I’d like to join!”

Chris continued: “What’s the point of fucking dating, anyway, if not fucking? Why can’t girls just skip the ‘gimme flowers and a movie date’ and just get to the blowjobs?”

“That, my friend,” said Charlie, instantly assuming a professorial demeanor, “is a question sociologists have been struggling to answer since time immemorial."

“Fuck sociology, dude,” answered Chris, like a drunken man. “I’m just glad to have gotten to fuck all afternoon.”

“Yeah, that’s great,” said Skye, who actually began to feel a little envious. “So then, whadja do for the evening?”

“Beat off. What else?” smirked Chris. At Skye’s reaction, he laughed and said, “Just kiddin’, dude. Don’t take everything I say so literally.”

“Oh,” said Skye, now in verbal taunt mode, “so then you didn’t get fucked this afternoon.”

“Oh baby, I sooooo got fucked.”

“Uh huh,” said Skye, turning to straighten out his sheets. He realized he had unintentionally started a humorously provocative situation and thought he might continue it. “Got any proof?”

“Don’t move,” said Chris. He ran across the hall, and the other guys heard a drawer opening. A moment later he was back with two white briefs, both torn in the front. “See? This one’s from the other week, but this one. That one’s from this afternoon, as you can see.” He pointed out a damp spot.

Skye, continuing the ruse, barely looked up. “Uh-huh,” he said. “But that could be fake. For all we know, you might have ripped ‘em jacking off.” Skye was startled by his atypical response to the situation, but he had to admit he was having a little fun.

“Why would I…?” began Chris. Then he stopped. “I see what you’re doing, you fucker. Fine! Don’t believe me. You’re just J-E-A-L-O-U-S,” he remarked, spelling out the word.

This was too much for Charlie. “Oh for fuck’s sake, what are you, twelve? So did you just come over here to tell us?”

“Hell yeah. A guy needs his bro’s to know, right?”

“Yeah, I guess,” said Charlie. “So now we know, and we’re happy for you, and sad for us. Tomorrow maybe you can tell us about her ‘special church service.' I’ll bet she spent the whole time wet between the legs thinking about her Casanova.” Skye did not understand that reference, but he figured out its meaning. By contrast, Chris laughed and said, “Casanova was a nerd and loser, compared to me, with my fuckin big dick and my ripped tighties.” He swung his underwear around in a circle over his head and bellowed, “Oh yeah! See ya later, nerds!” With that he jumped back in his room and slammed the door.

“Yep,” said Charlie, with his usual insight. “There goes a guy who’ll be beating his meat in about… 5-4-3-2-1…..” As if in a well rehearsed play, the two guys heard a moan from across the hall, slammed their door, and laughed.

Ch. 62: Solid deductions

Within half an hour both guys were in their beds, naked. Skye had explained his whole day at Bob’s, including the exchange between Matt and Mason. Charlie listened with his usual reflectiveness. As he ended the tale, Skye said, “I know guys bully other guys, but I sure as hell don’t get why it mattered so much to Mason about Matt wearing tighties.”

Charlie paused. “Didn’t you say that Matt asked Mason if he changed to tighty whites once he got home and Mason admitted it? Didn’t that seem odd to you?”

“I didn’t really notice, I think.”

“And why do you think a guy who mocks another guy’s slightly old-fashioned underwear would himself put them on once he’d returned?”

Skye considered this. “I don’t know.”

“If it were you, would you wait till you got home to change?”

“Oh. Probably not. I’d probably just change in the locker room after practice. But then, that’s just because after a few weeks in our locker room, I see a lot of guys doing that.”

“Right, so it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense that he changes at home. I can think of a scenario that might explain it.”

“What’s that?” asked Skye.

“Oh, no you don’t. You gotta work with me on this. One step at a time. Why not change after practice into tighties?”

“Well, he couldn’t do that after ragging on Matt, could he?”

“Correct, Dr. Watson.”

“Who?”

Charlie rolled his eyes and didn’t answer, continuing with:

“And he changes at home for one of two reasons, as far as I can see. First, he likes the way the underwear feels.”

“Yeah,” said Skye, “but if that’s so, why not just wear ‘em all the time?”

“Well, he can’t do that after all the teasing. He’d lose face. Besides, he seems to like boxerbriefs like most guys, anyway. The other reason is more interesting.”

“Someone in his house has some kind of obsession with them?” ventured Skye.

“Good man!” praised Charlie. “Though perhaps ‘obsession’ is a bit strong. It strikes me that… well, what do a lot of guys think of when they see other guys in tighty whites?”

“ I think a lot of guys think they’re inexpensive…”

“And?”

“To be honest, I think a lot of guys think they’re old-fashioned.”

“Exactly. And another word for old-fashioned is…?”

“I dunno… Not new-fashioned.”

“Oh, brilliant,” laughed Charlie. “Think about how you could replace ‘old-fashioned’ with another phrase. Think Coca Cola.”

This puzzled Skye, but he felt like he was putting on intellectual muscle in this conversation, so he thought carefully and then blurted out, “Classic!”

“Bravo, me old hearty!” responded Charlie in a corny pirate captain’s accent. “If I had a little bell I’d ring it so you could get a prize. Now… who in a household might have strong opinions about ‘classic’ things?”

“Um… the grandmother?”

“You say that because, as you’ve alluded once or twice, your own grandmother was in your space all the time. In a more typical family, who might have opinions about guys’ underwear?”

“Oh! The dad.”

“Could it be,” continued Charlie, “that Mason’s dad is an old curmudgeon at best or, at worst, some kind of abuser, and insists that his son will be “manly” and only wear the kind of underwear that the dad himself wears: men’s plain tighty white briefs?”

“Could be. It seems kind of extreme.”

“Not for certain types of dads, according to what I’ve read. And the really unpleasant part of this is that if Mason changes once he returns from school, that means his dad is checking, for fuck’s sake. I dunno…maybe asking Mason to strip or at least show the top of his underwear?”

“That’s messed up, man.”

“ It sure as hell is, but it’s not dissimilar to the kinds of case studies I’ve read about in sociology class. Creepy.”

“Poor Mason. The dude’s gotta feel pissed off about that all the.. ohhhh.”

“Is this a light bulb moment, Dr. Watson?” Skye ignored the reference since he didn’t understand it.

“You think maybe the reason Mason’s being such an asshole on this subject is that he has no power over his dad but he can have some over Matt by giving him grief?”

“Another epiphany! You’re my most brilliant student."

“I’m your only fucking student, man.”

“Well, to repeat a joke, you may be my only fucking student, but you’re not really a fucking student, now, are you… not like our friend from across the hall.”

“Shut the fuck up,” said Skye with a grin. “Are you telling me that the idea I just had might be right?”

“I can’t answer that,” said Charlie.

“Why not?"

“Cuz you told me to shut the fuck up, remember?” Charlie grinned. In one sleek movement, Skye made a lightning-fast arm sweep and catapulted his gym clothes from the end of his bed into Charlie’s face. “Tsk, tsk,” said his phlegmatic roommate, “so many contradictions. But if you must know, yeah, I think you hit the nail on the head, and I think my psychology test would confirm it. Mason is doing transference. It’s a classic. In his head, he makes his dad a target, since he’s powerless in real life against him, and since Matt wears tighties just like Mason’s dad, he’s a sitting duck.”

“Wow,” said Skye. “So fucked up.”

“But so human.”

Skye was silent for a few moments and then said softly, “Fuck, if I had had a father…”

Another silence. Even in the midst of a kind of intellectual triumph wherein Charlie had opened up Skye’s eyes to psychological theory, he was still sensitive enough to know that virtually any mention of fathers would affect his roommate deeply.

“Yes,” said Charlie, filling the void in the conversation. “You wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize the situation, right?”

Skye just swallowed and looked at Charlie with his gray eyes.

“I’m sorry, man,” said Charlie.

“Yeah.”

Yet another pause. Then Skye: “I’ll bet that’s why he’s been such an asshole. I gotta tell Matt.”

“Yeah, you probably should. Also, if I may suggest, tell him that if he can get Mason alone and just say something like Dads sure are a pain in the ass sometimes—something non-confrontative—he might see Mason break down that wall and maybe tell him the truth. Boy, I wish I could be there if that happened. It’d be a great experiment.”

“Dude,” countered Skye, “it’s this guys family, not some lame-ass experiment.”

“I know that. I only meant I’d learn something from it, as they might.”

“Well, I guess that’s true enough.” The two looked at each other. Before they knew it, they were in their beds, as if by magic.
In the dark, Skye heard, “I actually have another thing to say about that whole Saturday adventure, but I’ll just leave you to dream about this:

If a man doesn’t have an older man whom he admires, and a younger man who admires him, holes appear in his psyche, and those holes fill themselves with demons.

The power of this unexpected sentence was like a hypnotist’s spell. Skye barely had time to even restate it before he was asleep, in some dream world he had never in his life inhabited.

Chapter 63 Dark Dream Corners

If Skye had had time to process his roommate’s strange statement, he might have understood why his dreams were instantly the very picture of chaos. He saw old men on the Rez, ruined by drinking. He saw young boys full of hopes and knew that these hopes would go unfulfilled. He saw every boy he’d ever wrestled, leading, like Generals, a group of guys that dissolved just as Skye assumed his most defiant wrestling stance. He saw, as if from a spy drone, all the guys from the team, in their own dorm rooms, doing everything from making beds to playing video games to circle jerking with their dorm mates. He saw naked guys in the shower— a mysterious agglomeration of the dorm athletes and the wrestlers. At one point, he saw all these men turn to him with erections and simply stare, and he knew this was meant to be an initiation into the world of virility and the capacity to plant his seed even to the far reaches of the Earth.

Then he saw something like the “Progress of Man” imagery as he’d seen it once or twice on evolutionist T-shirts and posters: from left to right, a bent over ape-like creature gradually evolving to walk on two legs, proud and tall. These figures dissolved into various male coteries: little boys full of energy, looking for guidance; early adolescents flexing their metaphorical muscles and dying to show off and be praised; later adolescents who sexualized their every encounter, establishing sexual prowess without even realizing it; men in their 20’s facing the world and seeking to establish their rightful place as figures of prominence; men in their 30’s with young sons toddling about, giving their offspring the admirable male energy that they could not get elsewhere; men in their 40’s—fathers of teenagers trying their best to teach values and yet aware of their own mistakes at that age and even proud of their sons’ youthful missteps; men in their 50’s establishing elder wisdom; men in their 60’s helping their own sons be fathers in their turn… the list went well into the ninth decade of these men.

To Skye’s dismay, the longer he looked at the father figures, the more they started to fade until they were just a shadow, then a dotted outline, then an amorphous shape, then nothing. He cried out, “Don’t!” And the whole scene vanished and he woke with a start. Charlie was at his side in an instant, holding him as Skye let loose with a heart-rending wail and collapsed into his arms.

Chapter 64 Consistency

Charlie held Skye tightly while the Native American’s soul tried to cope with the infinite abyss of grief over an absent father. In the midst of his paroxysms, Skye felt he would never get beyond this. In this forest of confusion and vehement memory, of need and sensation, Skye knew that a present father would have extinguished these emotional firepits, or at least guided him safely past them, but that an absent father was the very cause of these hellfires which threatened to engulf him as he attempted to negotiate the way forward, alone.

Charlie held him and merely said, “I know. It hurts.” Skye rocked a little and finally, after perhaps half an hour, he was spent. He practically fell asleep in Charlie’s arms, but the latter managed to get him back in bed and pull up the sheets, returning to his own bed, shaking his head, unsure about whether he’d done the right thing by introducing such a powerful idea just as Skye’s unconscious mind was about to take its position as nightly watchman.

And yet… in the midst of the most profound psychological experience he could imagine, his body was never far from the arena, like a high school jock who just assumed he was welcome on the playing field, no matter the game. Hence, a couple of hours into a deep slumber, his penis stirred like some kind of imp from a German fairy tale, and lengthened and thickened and demanded his attention, so of course, as the suddenly wakeful Skye had absolutely no power in this situation, he had to lift his covers and whisper to his cock, “Fuck off.” The lack of an answer was itself the answer, and Skye let out an exasperated sigh: “Fine. You win.” Hands on his cock and balls, he tried his best to put aside the psychological bruising and get beyond the interruption by stroking his penis like a madman. Within a few minutes, the penis was only too happy to concede, calling on its back-ups to provide copious squirts of sperm, which jetted all over the muscular riven terrain of Skye’s defined abs. Skye was too exhausted to even grab his cum sock (which he vaguely remembered was actually Charlie’s). He simply fell asleep like a dead man.

Unbelievably, apparently operating on the principle that good things happen in threes, his maniac cock and balls repeated this process twice more, as they had the previous two times they had felt entitled to be dominant in his life. After all, psychological demands are powerful, but since we all live in a body, a guy’s cock is actually in charge.

Skye slept well into the afternoon that Sunday.

Ch. 65

Charlie continued to do something he seldom did: second-guess his choices. He had been so interested in Skye’s adventures with the younger Matt and in the relationship between Skye and the older Kirk, not to mention his Coach and Mr. Williams, that the quotation about men admiring men had simply come out of his mouth, without his considering its effect. Of course, he had seen all too clearly the reaction it evoked in Skye, and he felt bad about it. Despite that, his inner burgeoning psychiatrist—and what other profession, after all, could he follow?— gave him to understand that such pain was a necessity for Skye’s growth and mental health. The Native couldn’t move on to any great degree until he had stared his most potent need square in the face.

Charlie left for lunch while Skye still slept, and when he had returned and stripped as usual, he became a little concerned about his roommate, so he made the choice to wake him up by gently shaking his bare shoulder. Skye’s eyes opened immediately: “What?” he uttered, confused for a moment.

Charlie looked at him, trying to see if there was any residual pain in his face. “Sorry, man… I just thought maybe you should wake up. I know if I overdo it, I can’t sleep that night and I’m screwed up the next day.”

“Oh,” said Skye, rubbing his eyes and sitting up, the covers falling off his muscled chest. “Right. Thanks. I had some fucked up dreams. I think they… oh fuck, did I lose it? That wasn’t a dream, was it, when you held me for what seemed like hours. Crap. Did I really do that? Sorry, dude.”

Charlie was deeply moved. “Skye, you don’t have to apologize. In fact, I should probably apologize to you. I’m the one that tossed that quotation to you about younger guys and older guys and admiration right as you fell asleep. I should know better, especially because you’ve made it clear how painful the whole father question is for you. I’m sorry.”

It was Skye’s turn to be moved. “That’s okay, dude. I know we were just talking. Man, that dream I had was fucked up. It must have really got to me. How long was I awake last night?”

“I’d say a good half hour.”

“Was I really awake?”

“I don’t see how you couldn’t have been. You were crying like crazy, man.”

“Crying?”

“Sobbing, more accurately. Your whole body was shaking the entire time.”

Skye just stared, trying to sort out his dream from his memory. He had a brief, somewhat fuzzy picture of his naked roommate sitting on the edge of Skye’s bed while he, also naked, leaned his head into Charlie’s surprisingly muscled chest. Waves of memory emerged but also currents of gratitude and even a kind of love. Seldom in his life had he had the unalloyed comfort of others when he needed it.

“Did I say anything?” asked Skye.

“Nope. Just cried. I held you.”

“That was fuckin nice, man. To be honest, I almost never get that.”

“Well, maybe it’s time that changed. What else could I do with a bro in pain?”

Silence.

Charlie: “You wanna tell me your dream?”

“Depends. You gonna overanalyze it? I hear that’s what shrinks do.”

“I’m not a shrink yet, buddy. Just tell me.”

Skye sighed. He reached back into his nocturnal memory and recalled the pictures of the boys he’d wrestled, the images of Warriors challenging him, the scenes of men of various decades trying their best to fulfill their roles, and in the middle of it, the disappearing outline of what he could only call his Father Figure. Once he had described all this, Charlie whistled softly. “Wow,” he said. “All that from one sentence. You have a lot of deep, deep feelings there. I don’t know how you’ve managed this far. I guess that shows some strength.”

“I suppose,” answered Skye, “but there were lots of times—still are—when I’m sick and fucking tired of being that ‘strong.’ Sometimes I want someone else to do the heavy lifting.”

After a pause, Charlie said, “Well, I think we’re lucky to have that here. It’s not that common in college to have a group of guys, let alone two groups, that aren’t assholes and who actually want every guy here to be who he is, including sharing what we have in common… ya know, like beating off all the time.”

This last comment was so juvenile in context that both guys broke out laughing.

“Oh fuck!” exclaimed Skye, suddenly serious. “That reminds me that last night…”

“You had to jack off three times?” interrupted Charlie.

“Fuck! Yeah!” He reddened. “I guess it was obvious?”

“Every time, man. Don’t worry about it. But maybe we can find some way to manage that so it doesn’t happen so often and still keeps your cock under control when Maribella winks at you in Spanish.”

“Maria,” corrected Skye… and both guys were astonished that the mere mention of a three-syllable name produced an instant erection on Skye, visible under the simple sheet that was now the only thing covering his penis.

“Oh. My. God,” said Charlie laughing. “you got it bad, bro. We may have to call in the Big Guns on this one… although your gun’s pretty big already,” he laughed. “I’m just thinking Kirk might need to give some advice.

“Yeah, I told you—didn’t I?— that he had similar problems when he was a freshman. He’s told me to double up on underwear on class days, but we didn’t really talk about his strategies to stop the nighttime… um, ‘sessions’?… I should probably talk to him.”

“Good idea, but I have to tell you, if I can speak frankly, that you might pre-empt the whole deal by jacking off just before you fall asleep. That might manage it here, and then in class… well, I’m just not sure. Of course most guys would hardly be able to pound their pud that much after three orgasms in the night, but if that last reaction to the name—“ here Charlie leaned in mischievously and leaned on the next word—“ Maria” and both guys laughed again to see Skye’s cock jump under the sheet and then to see the next minute a spot of clear liquid forming—“like I said, if that’s your reaction to simply hearing her name, you are outta luck!”

Skye groaned. “Aw, fuck. What am I gonna do?”

“Don’t give up hope, man. There’s always a way. In terms of sleep management, though, have you considered counting sheep?” Before Skye could answer this intentionally ridiculous piece of advice, Charlie piped up, “Probably not. Knowing you, you’d probably fuck ‘em instead of counting.”

Charlie’s grin was obliterated as Skye threw his pillow at him.

“I gotta do some homework,” said Skye. “Fuck off, bro…” but then his mode softened a little and he said quietly, “Seriously, though. Thanks for seeing me through that.”

“The least I could do.” Charlie returned to his bed, lay on top of it, his naked body unself-consciously on display, and started reading about the history of psychology.

Ch. 66

Skye was grateful that the following day, Monday, was uneventful in the extreme. Meals were low-key, classes were interesting enough, and he continued to feel that maybe he would be able to maintain a decent academic standing, despite that being a new experience for him

He proceeded to the locker room that afternoon in a relatively good mood. Kirk was at his locker, as usual, pulling off his shirt. “Hey, stud. How’s it hangin’?”

Skye smiled, a little shyly. “Today was ok, thanks, but…”

“Yeah? What’s up?”

“I had these serious dreams on Saturday night, and then I had another one of those three-times-in-one-night episodes.”

“ ‘Episodes’,” said Kirk, trying on the expression for size, so to speak.” Truth is, you’re just a horn dog. What are we gonna do about that?”

“Well, what did you do when you were a freshman?”

“I tried everything, man,” said Kirk ruefully. “I tried sleeping nude, then sleeping with pajamas. I even tried sleeping with jeans but it felt like my hard-on was gonna rip the fucking fabric!” He laughed.

Skye countered: “Charlie thinks if maybe I…” He paused a little embarrassed. “You know, if I…”

“Beat off just before falling asleep? I’ve heard that might work. I mean, it kind of makes sense, and you'd hardly be the only guy in the dorm doing it at that hour, but if your cock is demanding attention three fuckin’ times in a night, who knows? I had it bad, but not as bad as that!”

“I guess I could try it. It feels kinda funny to jack off with my roommate that close.”

“But haven’t you done that already? Ya know, when the lights are out?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think he knew. Turns out he did all along.”

“That guy always knows. I hope he works for the good ol’ USA’s espionage department one day.”

“You think it’d be a problem? But why am I even asking? He and I have talked about this already.”

“Lemme guess,” said Kirk. “He noted that it’s perfectly natural for all guys in the dorm to want to beat their meat 24/7 and it shouldn’t be a problem if you guys do, right?”

“Bingo.”

“I think he’s right, Skye. You could at least try it. We can talk more about this after practice if you want, provided the three Dork Stooges don’t come up with some lunatic plan for the showers.” He grinned and continued undressing. Skye removed his own shirt and sneakers and shucked down his jeans.

“No double underwear today?” asked Kirk.

“Don’t need it on Mondays. I don’t have Spanish.” Suddenly, out of the ancient past, his Trickster ancestor popped into his mind and a little mischief occurred to him. He turned to Kirk.

“Hey, dude. Wanna see something weird but also funny?”

“Sure. What?”

“Watch this.” Skye looked down at his boxer briefs, focused for a moment on the outline of his cock head, and whispered the word, “Maria.”

With snake-like speed, his dick sprang up and tented the front of his underwear, bobbing a little.

Kirk burst out laughing. “Holy fuck!” he exclaimed. “When I said you had it bad, I had no idea! I’ve never seen a dick respond that quickly in my life, even when the guys are fooling around with dick competitions and stuff in the locker room.” He paused. He had, of course, seen Skye’s flaccid penis many times at this point, but he had never seen it hard. He whistled. “Jesus, dude. You really have got a monster. Amazing.” He shook his head. “But,” he added, “what are you gonna do now? We got practice.”

“Fuck, I know,” said Skye, gritting his teeth. “How am I gonna manage…?”

Kirk leaned in. “Lemme tell you about this 89-year-old granny I fucked the other day. She had no teeth and stringy gray hair and all her old-folks home friend wanted to see us fuck…” He grinned. For just a moment, Skye thought his friend was serious and he was instantly grabbed by the story. Then…

“Hey, it worked, you fucker. Gross.” His dick started to deflate. “Wait… was that true?”

Kirk grabbed his jock from the locker and mock-whipped Skye’s chest as if he were an insolent servant. “No, dummy. It’s just a trick to get rid of erections. Duh.” He laughed and pulled on his strap. “Don’t forget to double jock for practice, man. You’ll need to do that until this whole episode gets under control.

“Right,” said Skye. He pulled on Kirk’s loaner jock and then his own, settling his large cock and balls in the pouches. “I hope I don’t fucking leak precum or anything.”

"Well, since that's the point, could you at least wear your jock next to your cock and mine over it?"

"Oh yeah. Sure. Sorry.

Kirk smiled a crooked smile. “Yeah, let’s hope that’ll keep that precum under control for the next two hours. Although…” he added with an afterthought of sorts, “ I mean… we are a of buncha hotties…” That smile again and then the two of them finished dressing and went off to the practice room.

Ch. 67: Jock Jump

At the end of practice, in familiar routine, the guys from the team entered the locker room, yet again exhausted, though also exhilarated from their grueling workout. Most of them sank onto the benches in front of their lockers, trying to get a little energy to go shower. After five or so minutes, they started to undress. Skye had only just become aware that there were almost as many ways to undress as there were individual wrestlers: shirt first, then shoes; shoes and socks, then shorts; even one shoe, a shirt, one sock, etc. in a curiously desultory manner. Each guy seemed to have his routine. Skye found himself idling wondering about what they were like before college. He found himself picturing well-appointed rooms like the families on tv: a desk with matching dresser, a neatly made bed, clothes organized and hanging in closets… not at all like his tiny room in the trailer on the Rez, which was usually a mess. One thing he felt sure of, though, was that as disparate as his life experience thus far had been from the other guys’, he found it perfectly easy to imagine them constantly playing with their cocks and balls, the way guys do at that—or really any—age. Neat surroundings or not, once the cock was in hand, none of that stuff seemed to matter, or at least Skye assumed. The constant cock and balls tugging that went on in the locker room seemed to affirm this theory; if they groped their equipment here, he knew they were more intentional about it in their rooms growing up.

Just as he could start to feel the energy shift and rise a little, as guys stripped, he heard the infamous Three Stooges calling out with yet another activity. I swear… those guys… I wonder if Coach puts ‘em up to it just to improve our endurance, he thought.

Brad jumped on a bench near the door and, using a bullhorn he’d procured somewhere, he spoke in his “Announcement” voice, stentorian in volume, eloquent in style.

“Now hear this! Today, we have a new competition for all you jocks. And it involves…. Your JOCKS! Everyone meet us at the practice mat here in the locker room either wearing your jock or carrying it. You have two minutes. Keven will time you!”

As usual, the team groaned but also as usual, they all obeyed. Just as a workout might be hard but made them feel good once it was over, so these games seemed ridiculous, given the enervated state they were in, but they knew that they’d be glad once they’d participated.

Those who hadn’t stripped yet, took off all their clothes except their jocks. Those who were naked, anticipating a shower, either grabbed their jocks and proceeded to the mat, or pulled them back on, not knowing, of course, that they’d have to strip anyway in a few minutes.

All 25 or so guys stood at the mat, naked or jocked, and looked inquisitively at Brad.

“Ok, fuckers, here's the deal. You’ll see we have four benches around the—“ here he paused in order to show off his intellect—“around the periphery of the mat. If you don't know what ‘periphery’ is, you’re a dork. Will and Kevin will demonstrate with me.”

The other two-thirds of The Three Stooges approached Brad from either side. All three were jocked, but then Brad reached into his waistband and yanked down his well worn jock and stepped out of it. He handed the jock to Will, whose dark skin was gleaming with sweat, providing a startling contrast with the white jock he was wearing. Kevin’s olive skin also set off his supporter, though in a somewhat less dramatic manner. Both pouches were well rounded, but this was no secret; all the guys on the team knew what everybody’s cock and balls looked like in a jock, or in the shower, or on the mat.

Brad turned around, his ass to his audience, and stepped up on the padded weight bench. He then turned back around, facing the others and letting his cock hang and his balls sway gently.

“This,” he proclaimed, “is the Jockstrap Jump. It’s a test of your accuracy and sense of distance. The two helpers”—here he indicated Will and Kevin with a mock flourish—“will hold open my jock. The goal is to jump up in the air and land in the jock, with the leg straps in the right place. Once there, you have to readjust so it fits right, and then race around the entire periphery of the locker room and return here while we time you. We will act as judges and deduct points if your jock isn’t on properly; it must fit just as it would for practice. Points off for twisted straps or waistbands that are too low, etc. This is at the sole discretion of your most devoted judges: us.”

The other guys laughed at this whole absurd operation, but they saw it as a lark and a good way to re-energize.

Brad then spoke up: “I will demonstrate for you, if my beautiful ASSistants”—here he slapped his own ass to emphasize the pun—“will prepare the jock.”

Will and Kevin nodded at him. After handing his phone to Randy, both boys grabbed the front of the waistband on either side of the label. They then held the waistband between their thumb and the first knuckle of one hand and pinched the pouch fabric with the free fingers of that same hand and pulled it forward, making sure there was enough curvature of the pouch so the jumper’s cock and balls could land properly. With their other hand, each took hold of one leg strap and pulled it back, thus creating a kind of targeted aperture that the jumper’s leg could slide into. After he had jumped, they would adjust the pouch with the jumper’s help, make last-minute corrections, and slap the jumper on the jocked ass to send him on his circuit.

“Observe, gentlemen,” announced Brad. “Ready?”

“Ready!” said the other two.

“Here goes!” Brad jumped in the air and quickly straightened his legs, keeping his feet about 12 inches apart. He guided his pointed toes expertly through the prepared leg straps openings, “sticking” the landing like a gymnast. With practiced hands, all three guys tugged here and there making the necessary changes, and then Kevin and Will both slapped his butt and off he sped around the locker room. Kevin, who had started his watch on “Here goes,” stared at it until Brad returned to the starting point.

“15.4 seconds!” cried Kevin. “Not bad for a trial.”

Brad bent over a little, hands on his knees, balls still swaying, catching his breath. “Ok, dudes,” he continued authoritatively, “figure out who the jock holders will be in your group and we’ll start in a minute.”

With surprising eagerness, the guys quickly organized their teams. Perhaps their long practices together or maybe just their social nudity made it easy to understand each other and literally within a minute, they were all set.

“We’ll run two out of the four teams at a time through four rounds, so Will and Kevin can time them.” He looked to see how the teams had set themselves up and noticed how smoothly they’d done it. Skye and Kirk were with Mike Z—winner of the Abominable Monster “Sudsman” contest— and Randy—the fellow who’d showed Skye how his dad had taught him to squeegee himself after a shower. Skye and Kirk held the jock, and Mike Z. stood on the bench. He was a large guy but seemed graceful enough.

“And now”—here Brad assumed his best old-fashioned sports announcer voice—“Take your marks! Get set! GO!”

Four naked guys jumped in the air at once. A slow motion film of the moment would have seen cocks flipping up to stomachs and balls flying up to follow. Mike Z nailed his leg strap entrance and even got his penis and testicles to land directly into the pouch, saving precious readjustment time. Kirk untwisted one leg strap and slapped his butt, sending him racing around the room. He finished a full second before any of the others.

“Round one! The winner is Mike Z’s team!” announced Brad.

The guys were laughing and breathing hard. A couple didn’t even seem to be able to catch their breath as they saw poor Andrew running in last place with only one leg through the strap, which meant the pouch didn’t contain his equipment properly, so it flopped like a fish as he bellowed and ran his heart out.

“Points deducted for improper strappage!” cried Kevin authoritatively.

After that, the contest was no contest. Randy landed in his jock with the grace of a danseur, Kirk was less elegant but astonishingly fast for a guy his size, and Skye took the record of the entire event by finishing his jocked lap in under 11 seconds. He arrived at the end of the locker room run and was welcomed with high-fives and more slaps on the ass. Randy said, “I gotta admit. I was worried. I figured junk your size would slow you down, but maybe that’s only hung swimmers whose cock and balls get in the way of speed!”

Peals of laughter filled the locker room. Cries of “What’s the prize?!” echoed off the walls.

“For the next four days,” answered Brad, “everyone has to wait until the four guys on the winning team have finished showering. Only then can the rest of you plebes get your shot. And the winners are allowed to take as long as they fucking want in the shower.”

“Fuck!” said voices in the assembled group. “Knowing Mike Z, we’ll never get a shower. I swear that guy takes an hour. And next week, he’ll probably spend a lot of time jacking his meat in the shower, just to delay us.” Mock groans filled the air. “He’s just like his cousin, Wells. Can’t stop himself!”

Skye was surprised to hear that Wells and Mike Z were cousins and commented on that. Kirk replied, “Yeah, they are. You can tell if you look carefully. I mean, not at their features but at their behavior. Haven’t you noticed that Mike Z is always last out of the showers?”

Skye reflected a moment and realized that he had vaguely formed some idea of the order of guys in the shower: who was first-in, first-out, who lingered, etc., and he began to recall that Mike Z did indeed have a penchant for being the last.

“Wait a sec,” said Skye. “You know Wells is in my dorm, right? And Charlie’s always razzing him about beating off in the dorm showers, but I was never sure if he was kidding.”

“Nope. Certainly not kidding about Wells. That guy has beat off in every shower on this campus, I think. At least Mike Z is more discreet; if he does beat off here—and I’m not saying he does—at least he waits till the shower room’s empty.”

Even after the time he’d spent with the team and in the dorm, Skye still felt a little odd discussing masturbation so openly with Kirk, but he was getting used to it.

“Maybe it’s an inherited trait from their grandpa,” he offered.

“Maybe,” answered Kirk, “but who cares? As long as he doesn’t shoot on me!” He grinned. “C’mon, let’s hit the showers.”

Ch. 68. Prize Showers

Kirk, Randy, Skye, and Mike Z proudly went back to their lockers, tossed their jocks inside, grabbed their towels, and headed back to the showers. The other guys stood like a Paris mob, kinda growling in fun at having to be kept waiting while the winners took their sweet time. And in fact, the four guys did saunter rather than walk as they slowly made their way past the guys on either side and ambled into the shower area. Kirk, however, stopped and whispered something in Brad’s ear, and the latter nodded to show he understood.

The four winners took adjacent shower heads and Kirk said something to them as well, which the crowd could not hear. They did take an extraordinarily long time to do a preliminary soak, all the while keeping up banter with the excluded crowd, just to rile them up: “Oooohh…. I just Lo-o-ove a LONG hot soak before I actually soap up, don’t you?” and “Gosh, I think I’ll have to work this soap for twice as long as normal since it doesn’t seem to lather.” They spent a good deal of time clowning around by focusing on dime-sized spots on their bodies that they scrubbed with the diligence of a painter with turpentine. They even washed each other’s backs at a very deliberate speed.

The crowd, meanwhile, was starting to get antsy. “Hurry the fuck UP, man!” and “What the hell?! He’s going to wash his junk again?? He just did that for like 10 minutes!” The humor in the room was notable, but there was no denying an undercurrent of impatience or even incipient anger.

As if on cue, all four winners turned off their showers simultaneously, and took tiny steps toward their towels on the hooks near the entrance to the showers. “Finally!” said someone in the crowd. “Move it, assholes!”

Skye was about half a step ahead of Kirk and a little to his left as he headed for the opening to the room. His mentor, however, piped up: ”Hang on, Skye. I don’t think you got that last bit of shampoo out of the hair at the nape of your neck. I think we’d better take care of that.”

Playing along, Skye responded, “Oh thanks, man. I mean, I don’t wanna go out there with shampoo in my hair.”

Mike Z joined in: “And you know, we are a team, so we’d better do this together.” They all four rotated on their heels and returned to the showers heads and started the whole process again.

The crowd went apeshit. “Fuuuuuuck! Are you fucking kidding me? I gotta shower, douchebags. Get the fuck out!"

Brad assumed his scolding voice and admonished the protester: “Now, now… let’s be patient. I mean, if your team had won, just imagine how long they would take!”

“Fuck off!” was the response.

Unperturbed, Brad announced, “I will say this: through their generous spirit, the guys have agreed to limit their winning slo-mo showers to just this afternoon, instead of the announced 4 days, so y’all will be done soon, right, Kirk?”

Kirk turned and yelled, “Yeah, we’re done. C’mon guys.” The others turned off their showers and started to the entrance. A couple of guys tried to enter the shower area before it had been fully vacated but were stopped by the Three Stooges. Just as the four winners were within a couple of feet of the opening, Randy piped up, “Wait a second! I can see a tiny piece of dirt on the lower part of Kirk’s back. We’d better all go back and shower, just to be safe!” This elicited howls of good-natured protest that rang off the walls, but the quartet was not to be intimidated, and back they walked, all four turning on their showers and making a big display of thoroughly cleaning every inch of their bodies.

After another five minutes, they turned off the showers and turned to see a silent, grim group of athletes, ready, it seemed, to attack at the slightest provocation. Brad turned to Kirk and Company and said, “I’m not sure I can hold ‘em.” This statement coincided with the feeling among the crowd that it was time to stop the “game” and so the four teammates continued, albeit at an agonizingly slow pace, toward their towels. Brad and his crew moved aside, and the team swept in like the Red Sea, one guy saying, “I’ll bet there’s no hot water left” and another threatening, “Oh man. You’ve done it now. It’ll be shaving cream in your locker or Icy-Hot in your jock pouch.”

Like struts on a bridge, the four winners supported each other by their mere presence and were not daunted. They simply turned away with a feeling of wellbeing; they had, after all, earned the right. They laughed as they returned to their lockers, dressed, and headed out. They were to find in the coming days that none of the “threats” materialized; as they had suspected, such language was mere bantering.


[YOU ARE NOW MORE THAN 2/3 THRU THIS STORY; 31 CHAPTERS REMAIN.]

Opinionman said:

I do have other stories which are considerably more pornographic.

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billTO said:

Hey OM, you and I may be the last two people on this continent who still know how and when to use "LAIN"!

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Right?! You hit it exactly.

Ch 69 Groundwork

At the dining hall. Kirk stuck close to Skye, though the latter didn’t really notice it, being engaged in joking and conversation with the other wrestlers. They grabbed their trays and Kirk subtly guided Skye to a table where Charlie was sitting alone. Though he was used to their company by now, of course, once in a while Skye stopped to consider how lucky he was to have these two guys with him.

After some minutes of random chat, Skye noticed Charlie and Kirk exchanging furtive glances, and he asked, “What’s up? You guys got something on your minds?”

Charlie looked at him, slightly embarrassed for the first time since Skye had known him.

“Well,” began Charlie, “I hope you don’t mind, but… I kinda shared your dream from the other night with Kirk. I figured you wouldn’t mind since he’s your mentor. And to be honest, I’m a little worried about you, Skye. I don’t want things to get out of control and ruin your experience here.”

At the words I kinda shared Skye felt anger rising in him again, based on his early life experiences of the futility of keeping anything secret on the gossip-infested Rez, but a moment later he realized he himself had told Kirk about the triple-orgasm. The intimacy of the emotional, father-centered part of his dream, he had kept to himself, but he became aware he was probably going to tell Kirk anyway. By the end of Charlie’s little introduction, he had calmed down.

“Dude,” he said to Charlie, “it’s ok. I already told Kirk about the 3-jizz situation.”

“Yeah, I figured,” answered Charlie, “but I also told him about your dream and how you woke up so unhappy that night.”

“Well, I suppose that was kind of private in a way, but I probably would have told him myself."

Kirk broke in: “Look, Skye, Charlie brought me in on this cuz he doesn’t want past experiences to get in the way. You and I haven’t actually talked much about the whole “father” situation, but I keep meaning to, and I know it’s killin’ ya sometimes, right?”

The word “father,” as it always did, galvanized Skye’s psyche, but he also knew that talking about it was crucial and that he couldn’t ask for two more open-minded friends.

“It just sucks, man,” said the Native. “I never had a dad to do anything with me, and even the other guys on the Rez with deadbeat dads at least saw theirs once in a while. I never did. Charlie thinks that dream I had is my… I dunno… inner self trying to fix the problem. I don’t see how, though.”

Charlie’s pre-psychiatrist mode injected itself. “Well, I know from class and reading that your unconscious is trying to find some kind of father figure. That’s why I mentioned that quotation, the one about guys needing a younger guy admiring them and an older guy they themselves can admire. That dream means you’re seeking a critical part of yourself. It’s kind of like a bike that’s missing a crucial bolt and the whole thing can fall apart any minute.”

Skye thought about this image and slowly became aware that virtually all the other guys had left the dining room. “Can we go back and talk about this in the room?” he asked.

“Sure thing,” said Kirk. As they collected their dishes and bussed their trays, Skye found himself unsure about how to proceed. At least, he thought, these guys can help me figure this out.

As they exited the dining hall and walked back to the dorm, Kirk said, “Seems to me there are two things here. One, you’re gonna have to address the whole father thing by discussing it with Charlie.”

Charlie piped up, “True, but I have to say, you might need someone who’s more experienced than me, like a counselor here on campus.”

“A counselor?” asked Skye? “No thanks. I wouldn’t even know what to say.”

“Lemme finish,” said Charlie, “or if that’s too much, you and I can talk more about it. It also occurred to me that you could find some other dudes whose dads weren’t in the picture. It always helps to hear some other guy’s story.”

That made sense to Skye, and he noted fleetingly that he was surprisingly comfortable in the imagined scenario of talking with other guys about absent dads.

“That’s the first part,” continued Kirk. “The second part is what to do about this babe, Maria.” As if on cue, both Charlie and Kirk instantly swiveled their heads and stared at Skye’s crotch momentarily. However, their expectation was thwarted, possibly by the walk; Skye’s penis did not react as it had before.

“There!” said Kirk. “Problem solved.”

“We’ll see,” answered Charlie. “Let’s see how it goes when we’re in the dorm.”

Ch 70a. Strategies

The trio of students entered the dormitory and walked up to Skye and Charlie’s room. They heard noise from across the hall and both Skye and Charlie anticipated that Chris would be bursting into their room any minute with details of his “sexploits.” Both hoped he would stay away for a while.

Once inside Charlie stripped naked without even thinking about it, and Skye, also preoccupied with the topic and hence unself-aware, also took off his shirt, shoes and pants in order to change into some sweatpants he’d taken from the Lost-and-Found. He paused in his recently purchased blue boxer briefs. He prompted Kirk: “You said we’d talked about the first part. I guess we gotta talk about the second one?”

“Um… seems kinda important, doesn’t it? We gotta figure out how to keep you from overdoing it with this Mar…” he stopped before completing the name. “With that chick from Spanish.. Lemme get this straight. The first two times all you did was look at her—once as she was walking away in the library and once when she was in your small group in Spanish—and you fuckin’ shot your load? Is that right?”

Skye looked down, embarrassed and at a loss.

Kirk looked at Charlie. They had clearly discussed this before.

“Ok, man,” said Kirk, “I know this will sound weird, but I’ve heard it has worked on other guys.”

Skye had no idea where Kirk was headed. The older guy’s comment almost sounded like he was going to punch him in the balls to get them under control!

“I knew a guy who had it bad like you… worse than me… and this is what he did.” Kirk reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a three-pack of condoms.

“What the fuck?” asked Skye. Although he had no sexual experience of any kind, he at least knew what condoms were. “What the hell am I supposed to do with those?”

“Just listen, will ya? Like I said, this’ll sound weird, but if you don’t wanna splooge all over your clothes every time you lay eyes on… on that girl, here’s what you can do.”

Skye was simultaneously confused, irritated, and fascinated. He had not expected this.

“You just put a condom on your soft dick and wear it for class. That way, if you get a boner and you start to spurt, the condom is there to contain it.”

“Which is, after all,” said Charlie, “what they’re designed to do.”

Skye stared at the two of them. He could see that they actually meant well, but the whole situation was just too weird.

A long pause followed. The scene was almost comical: Skye sitting in his underwear on the edge of his bed, looking at his buddies; Kirk with a pack of condoms hanging from his hand and an inquisitive look in his eye; Charlie naked and staring expectantly at his roommate.

“But… I mean… aren’t condoms for when you have a hard-on? I mean, how would it even stay on, for Chrissake?”

“I knew you’d ask that, even though I know you’ve never worn one.”

How did he know that? Skye wondered momentarily.

“But dude, unless you’re incredibly… um… unaware?… shit, what’s that word, Charlie?”

“Obtuse is what you want, man.”

“Yeah, obtuse. Unless you’re obtuse, you finally know that you have way oversized equipment, and I guaran-fucking-tee you that this condom will stay on your dick even when it’s soft.”

At this, Skye’s head reeled. He had learned in a relatively short time to be candid about cocks and balls, but there was something about wearing a device specifically designed for sexual intercourse when he was in a flaccid state that just blew his mind.

“You can’t be serious, dude,” he protested. “How do you know it’ll even fit?”

“Told you already; we’ve all seen your cock, man. It’s big enough flaccid to keep this little wrapper on, and that way, if you do shoot your load, no one—especially Maria—will know… oh, oops!”

Kirk had forgotten to censor himself and sure enough, once the name was out, Skye’s dick responded quickly and savagely in his underwear, and the reaction was obvious to the other two, who couldn’t help grinning.

“Jesus, man” said Kirk, “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Yeah, you say that like it’s a good thing,” countered Skye, “but it’s awful in class.”

“So…” interrupted Charlie, “all the more reason to try our scheme. It can’t hurt you, and it just might work.”

Skye paused, doubtful. He looked at the condom packages and then up at Kirk, who raised one eyebrow inquisitively and asked, “Well?”

“Fuck, man. This is just fucking weird. Spending all morning with a condom on my soft cock?”

“Well,” said Charlie in his best therapist’s voice, “it might not be soft the whole morning. That’s the point.” Skye looked at him and then back at Kirk. Then he said softly, “I don’t even know how to put one on.”

Kirk felt a slight surge of confidence. His plan might end up being accepted. “No problem, buddy,” he said. “We can show you how to do it.”

“Seriously? You’re gonna put a condom on right here?”

“Well, we could put it on ourselves, or we could help you put it on.”

“Whaaat?”

“Hey, you asked. It’s no problem. Just guy stuff.”

At that moment, as anticipated, the door swung open and in jumped Chris in his partially ripped tighty whities.

“Hey Fuckers!” he called. “Oh, hi, Kirk. Guess what happened!”

“You shot off so hard you made your girlfriend’s dorm collapse?” queried Charlie, exasperated.

“Just about, my friend. Fucked her three times last night, wearing all kinds of stuff: my briefs, some boxers I found, nothing at all!” The grin on his face bespoke a sexually satisfied 19-year-old who anticipated more sex in the near future. “Wanna hear about it? Oh wait… what’s going on here? What’s with the condoms?”

“Nuthin,” said Kirk. “We’re all glad to hear you got laid, but to be blunt, can you piss off? We’re talking about some serious shit here.”

“Oh? What’s that?” asked Chris.

Skye looked pleadingly at Kirk, who already knew enough not to give the game away.

He assumed a false air of friendship with Chris. “I’ll tell you all about it another time, man. Now, do ya mind?”

Chris took the cue and turned to leave. “Well, okay,” he called, “but I’m gonna tell you about it next time. Bye!”

Ch.70b

He shut the door and all three guys let out a sigh of relief. “What an asshole,” said Kirk. Skye said nothing but looked down to see that his cock had become flaccid once more, thanks to Chris’s interruption.

“He’s not really,” countered Charlie. “He’s just excited cuz he’s no longer a virgin, although until a few weeks ago, I don’t think you could call someone who flogged his log 8 or 10 times a day a “virgin.” Maybe we need a new term!” He turned back to Skye, who said, “Ok… maybe you’re right. What do I have to do?”

Kirk offered a kindly smile. “Well, do you want me to show you how to use it by putting it on myself or on you?”
Yipes thought Skye. This is so fuckin weird… or maybe it’s not so weird. I always heard that college guys were nuts.

“I’m gonna go with…” here, in an attempt to lighten the load, he assumed the air of a game show contestant trying to decide between two fabulous prizes. “I guess I’ll go with….. you do it on yourself. But for fuck’s sake, lock the door so Bozo the Sex God doesn’t return.”

Charlie got up and locked the door. Unceremoniously, Kirk stripped off his shirt and jeans and threw them on the bed while standing in his boxer briefs. “Ok,” he said, “watch this.” He pulled off his boxer briefs and let his cock and balls hang just a couple of feet from Skye. Of course, Skye had seen his mentor’s cock and balls a score of times at least since starting college, so that part was more or less natural. Still, it felt different in the intimacy of a dorm room and with a sexual “aid ”mere inches from him.

“Now,” said Kirk matter-of-factly, “you know these are usually for hard-ons, but I’m gonna put it on soft to show you.” He put one of the wrappers in his teeth and ripped it up. He pulled out the condom and unrolled it a little. He then pulled the loose opening unto his not inconsiderable cock and let the rest dangle off the head of his penis.

“I gotta admit,” said Charlie, “This is like a fuckin’ sit com. Look at how silly that looks.”

“Yeah, I know,” grinned Kirk, “but I wanted Skye to see it on a flaccid dick. If you do this, Skye, and you find yourself jizzing without any control, this’ll keep you from showing a huge cum shot on your pants. You can get used to it. Here’s another one. Try it on. Unless you wanna just use the one I already opened to save the others for later.”

Reluctantly, Sky reached out and took an unopened package. Though he was close to his friend and mentor, he didn’t think he could bring himself to put on his own condom, even though it was virtually unused.

He took the package and tossed it on his bed. Then, like his mentor, he put his fingers in the waistband of his boxer briefs and pushed them down, allowing his cock and balls freedom from their confines. Again, both of the other boys stared in admiration at the size and beauty of Skye’s cock and ballsac.

He picked up the wrapped condom and ripped it open. He unrolled part of the condom as he’d seen Kirk so and then, in a moment that felt like some invasive doctor’s procedure, he pulled in a couple of inches up his dangling cock, where it hung just like Kirk’s. Again, Charlie was struck by the comic qualities of two dudes in a dorm with dangling condoms, but he also knew this was a serious moment for Skye—not only for the practical reason that he could contain his jizzing class but also because this was the very situation his quotation had mentioned with the added reciprocal dimension: Skye had an older guy whom he admired, and in return, that older man was taking an interest in Skye.

The two condom-clad students stood for a few moments, the ridiculous wrinkled condoms providing a tug-of-war between the seriousness of controlling his orgasms and the ridiculousness of the silly rubbery additions to their glans.

“So,… er,” said Charlie. “I guess that’s settled. Skye will wear the condom tomorrow and then, I guess, let us know how it worked out. That okay with you, buddy?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” said Skye quietly. The maelstrom of emotions he was experiencing included appreciation, fear, anxiety, relief, excitement, and dread. “I guess that’s that.”

Kirk pulled off his condom with a comic snap! He grinned. “You want me to just toss this in the trash can here?” he asked. Charlie said, “Nah, can you drop it in the bathroom trash? Knowing Mr. Intruder-Alert from across the hall, next time he comes in here to boast about his sex life, which will probably be the minute you leave, I’m sure his radar will detect it in the trash and then we’ll have to explain. Better if you take it and chuck it somewhere else.”

“No problem,” said Kirk. He pulled on his clothes and turned to go. “Okay, then, you’ll let me know Listen, buddy, you can do this. Of course, you’ll still need to wear two pairs of underwear and jeans just in case something goes wrong, but at least now we have a strategy. Cheer up, man. It could be worse. I mean, at least you’re gettin’ to jizz regularly!” He grinned and opened the door.

“Hang on,” said Charlie. “There was one other thing.”

Kirk paused, and Skye was just puzzled. Kirk looked at Charlie, who made a fist and shook his wrist back and forth.

“Oh, duh!” Said Kirk. “I’m a dummy. The other strategy we gotta us, Skye, is that you have to jack off tonight just before you go to sleep. Maybe that’ll help keep your cock in its proper place. Can do?”

Can do? thought Skye. Can any guy my age NOT beat off on command? Aloud he answered, “Yeah, I guess. It just seems weird, though, for Charlie here to know about it.”

Charlie piped up. “Skye, think for a second. You know perfectly well that I’m always aware when you’re beating off. And unless I’m wrong, you know when I’m doing it too. There’s nothing weird about this. You know how many guys in this dorm and the campus beat off in the dark, while their roommates do the same? It’s as common as cereal for breakfast, man. We’ll just turn off the lights and you can go at it.. and if I do too, where’s the harm? Remember, we’re going this for you.”

Skye was a little embarrassed at his timidity, especially because he had indeed known that Charlie was masturbating at certain times. And, of course, the prevailing culture of the dorm and team was that anything—ANYTHING—having to do with cocks and balls and sexual release was considered an open topic, to be examined “without prejudice,” as the pre-law student in the hall had once said during the morning bathroom ritual.

“All right, dudes,” said Kirk, “I’m outta here. Skye, you know what to do. And come find me at lunch and we’ll see how it went. Just remember: we’re looking out for ya, buddy.” He smiled the magic smile, opened the door, and left.

Charlie turned to Skye and said, “You okay, buddy? I know that was a lot.”

Skye felt suddenly tired. “Yeah, I’m ok, thanks. It is just too fuckin weird that this is happening.”

“Remember, though,” countered Charlie, “Kirk said his problems disappeared after a couple of weeks. If you can stick it out… well, not literally…” He laughed at that point—“I mean, if you can be patient, this will be behind you before too long. You can do it, man.”

Skye just smiled, went over to his desk, and pulled out a couple of books to do his homework. He felt drained but also buoyed up by the concern of the other guys. He pulled his Spanish book towards him.

Chapter 71 Before bed.

At about 11:00 that night Charlie was lying naked on his bed, finishing up his psychology reading. Skye, in his boxer briefs for the evening, had reviewed the Spanish vocabulary and sentence structures, with only occasional visions of class the next day and what Maria might do. When he followed these imagined scenarios, his cock would start to stiffen. Somehow—in that mysterious way he had—Charlie knew about this even when his eyes were on his book and he called out, “Take it easy there, Stallion. Save it for bed time.”

Skye gave an easy smile and resumed his work. Twenty minutes later, both he and Charlie headed to the bathroom. Upon their return, Charlie turned off the lights and both boys got into bed. There was a silence in the room which Charlie was determined not to break. He could sense Skye thinking about how to start, but again, the older boy said nothing.

Skye for his part, found it odd that there were any issues at all about beating off before sleep. He’d been doing that since before his first orgasm. His old fantasies didn’t seem to work, and in fact, most of the times he masturbated, he didn’t really have any particularly specific scenarios in mind, concentrating instead on the mere physical sensations.

After about ten minutes, he decided to take the risk of allowing Maria some space in his brain. Though a little concerned that if he thought about her too much at the vulnerable stage of near sleep, she might appear in his dreams and arouse his cock, he nonetheless felt that this was the most efficient way to cum, so he started thinking about her body, her breasts, her laugh, her ass. His penis responded as expected, and Skye settled in for a stroking session—not too long, he thought, but there was no need to rush. He wrapped his right hand around his thick cock, cupped his low-hangers with his left, and stroked and pulled and focused on the sensations. Of course, within a few moments, he had completely forgotten that his roommate might be doing the same thing; the utter dominance of his cock and balls excluded all other thoughts.

About fifteen minutes later, he reached the point of no return and he aimed his cock at his pecs, and it fired out salvos of cum. Skye clenched his ab muscles and intensified the whole orgasm. After coming down from the heights, he realized he still had Charlie’s jizz sock under his pillow, so he just shrugged, grabbed it, and wiped himself off. The familiar feeling of post-orgasm drowsiness overcame him and he drifted off to sleep mere moments after hearing a telltale grunt from his roommate.

Skye slept through the night in a dreamless void. Of course, he wasn’t aware it was dreamless, for when he was in it, he was oblivious . His next conscious thought was that he was awake and it was early. He was grateful when, the next moment, he realized he hadn’t had to contend with a spurting cock all night, but the moment after that, he realized he had a dilemma, for his penis was rigid and quivering, the head well past his navel, and it demanded attention, as usual.

Oh, fuck, he thought. We didn’t discuss this. C’mon, Skye. Figure it out.

Of course, there wasn’t really an option, as he realized almost immediately. He had time, and another emptying of his cum tanks could only help the situation. He glanced over at Charlie’s bed, but the arrangement of the room meant it was hard to see over the desk. He listened to his roommate’s breathing and then reached under his covers to greet his eager, throbbing penis. His ballsac had tightened a little and he felt the consistent pleasure he always felt when he cupped it. He worked on his cock and balls, eyes shut, for about ten minutes and then felt the wave approaching. He bucked his hips a little as he had that day in the library, and that forced him into unloading several shots of sperm on his stomach again. After letting himself down gently, he reached for the cum sock, and realized it was still kind of moist from the previous load, but he couldn’t do anything about that, and cleaned up as best he could. He figured he wasn’t tired, and so he got up, pulled a towel around his naked body, checked his abs for revealing cum stains and wiped away a couple of spurts with his hand, and headed for the showers, feeling like he had a good strategy for the inevitable moment of seeing Maria.

Ch. 72: Preparation

Oddly, the bathroom was rather sparsely populated that morning, for reasons he couldn’t fathom. Still, 5 or 6 guys were there with the usual array of erections, semi’s, and flaccid cocks, all present in the atmosphere of natural, naked college athletes.

Skye showered quickly, used Randy’s “squeegee” method as was now his custom, dried himself off, and wrapped his towel around his waist. He had considered just remaining naked while he brushed his teeth, but he found himself in the shower thinking about putting on the condom, and despite the awkwardness of that upcoming procedure, he found his cock responding to the scenario by beginning to thicken. Unbelievable, thought Skye. I mean, I just beat off like ten minutes ago. I hope this isn’t a sign of things to come. He was unaware of the word play.

He brushed his teeth and returned to his room. In a way, despite the continued openness of all the guys he knew, he was a little relieved that Charlie had remained behind in the bathroom. It gave him time to put on the condom. He re-dried himself and stood for a moment naked, his generous cock and balls swaying. “Now or never,” he said aloud through gritted teeth. He reached over to his desk and grabbed the unopened condom package, which was located next to the dried-out “practice” condom he had used last night. “Weird,” he said and then applied his teeth to the package, which he opened easily. He took out the condom, leaving it in its unrolled state, unlike the night before. “OK, dude,” he said to his penis, “this is it.” Barely consciously, he could imagine Charlie making some joke about the situation, like putting a hat on his dick because it was chilly.

With expert timing, Charlie entered the room at that moment and startled Skye. Of course, Charlie was the picture of grace under pressure, looked at Skye’s penis, and merely remarked, “Always good to be prepared. I think this’ll work, dude.” He then busied himself with his affairs, including the disliked but unavoidable routine of actually putting on clothes (commando, of course) for his classes that morning.

Skye let out a tacit sigh; he had hoped to do this alone. Still, he realized that Charlie was the model of discretion and it was almost like having no one in the room. Skye placed the rolled condom on the tip of his penis and then unrolled it a couple of inches. Only then did he realize he’d have to adjust the tip enough to allow space in it for his cum load, if his preventive methods failed. He unrolled it a little further then tugged it down so part of the condom hung shriveled, providing space for potential sperm loads. He then understood that he should just unroll the whole thing; that would be easiest if he had to shoot later. He had a look of puzzlement and slight dismay on his face; the visual aspect of the scene was quite ridiculous, but he knew he had to stick with the plan, so he reached down and unrolled the rest of the condom, feeling increasingly silly. How, he wondered for a moment, could something like this ever be considered erotic? He then reached over and pulled on the white briefs he had won from Chris, carefully settling his covered penis in the stretchy pouch. He followed that by pulling on his blue boxer briefs. After a little readjusting, he was surprised to realize how invincible he felt: a condom and two pairs of underwear provided him with what felt like a suit of armor. He grabbed his shirt, socks, and shoes and finished dressing. He tossed his Spanish and history books along with a couple of notebooks and a sweatshirt into his backpack and then checked to see if he’d forgotten anything.

At this point, Charlie, who had finished pulling on his clothes, looked at him and said, “You ready for your big adventure, studly?” He gave an encouraging grin.

Skye matched it with a modest smile. “Yep. I guess so. As Kirk said, at least we have a strategy.”

“Ok, then. You wanna have breakfast together?”

“ Yeah, man. That’d be nice.”

“Lead the way, Condom Man,” laughed Charlie as he held the door open. Skye smacked him on the arm in response and the two headed for the dining hall.

Ch. 73: Strategy in Action.

Breakfast was a simple and brief affair, and a few minutes before 9:00, Skye rose and said, “Wish me luck.” In a surprisingly indiscreet moment, Charlie leaned over to Skye’s zipper and, in a mock-serious tone, addressed it with a laconic: “Good luck.” He straightened up and saw a couple of guys looking quizically at him, but he gave them nothing to work with, and after a moment it became clear to them that this was some kind of inside dick-centered joke between the two roommates.

“Thanks,” said Skye. He shouldered his back pack and headed off to Spanish.

He was one of the earlier students to arrive, and settled himself into his customary seat and awaited the “test run”—hoping that this would all work, or, even better, that none of the preparations would be necessary. He found himself thinking of wrestlers he had heard at meets talking about packing for contingencies: extra head gear or singlets, in case the unforeseen occurred. They all said, not surprisingly, that it’s better to have the extra gear and not need it than need it and not have it. He hoped against hope that his sexual equipment would simply behave and not start giving him trouble.

However, trouble of a different kind was on the way. At 8:55, the professor arrived, her usually cheery, energetic self. She greeted the class, which returned her greeting, and she set out various activities. She was so captivating that for the first few minutes, Skye didn’t notice anything but her. However, when the small groups formed, he suddenly realized that the key element in his plan had gone awry: Maria wasn’t there. Where can she be? he thought. She doesn’t seem like the kind to be late. He began to imagine scenarios of a serious nature—ones that might keep her from class. This was his primary focus, though on the edges of consciousness, he realized that her absence meant he couldn’t test the strategy, and he felt both disappointed and relieved.

However, he didn’t concentrate very well for the next while. He fumbled on his part of the practice dialogue and made careless errors when practicing verb conjugations. His whole anticipated plan had gone off track.

` With only 10 minutes left in the period, another change: Maria showed up, not exactly disheveled, but certainly less meticulously dressed and coiffed than usual. With an air of confidence that Skye admired, she walked up quietly to the teacher and had a quick conversation with her, too low for Skye to hear. Obviously, something had gone wrong and she was explaining herself to the professor with the dignified air of someone who understands that circumstances can interfere and that it wasn’t her fault. The professor seemed to grasp this, and she guided Maria to the one open chair: in Skye’s group.

He tried to look away but was incapable, and he decided in a flash that it would be rude not to acknowledge her, so, he pushed against his self-imposed shyness and forced himself to look at her and flash his best Kirk-like smile, offering a “Buenos dias, Maria.” She looked at him with her piercing eyes, offered a luminous smile in return and answered, “Buenos dias, Skye.”

Strategy engaged! The smile, the voice, the use of his name… his penis engorged in record time and started to spurt. With his usual struggle, he had to look down and tried to cover the situation by pretending to look for something in the dialogue worksheet while his balls merrily unloaded through the shaft of his penis and… into the condom! Even as he attempted to cover up his physical response, he also felt a sense of triumph; he had outfoxed his dick! He held his breath unknowingly, and then slowly exhaled. Fortunately for him, another girl in the group had engaged Maria by telling her where they were in the script.

Skye felt that he could now handle the situation and he surprised himself with how suave he had become in the exercise… or at least he thought he seemed suave. Later in the day, he found himself wondering about it.

Class ended shortly, and Skye was at a loss as to how to proceed. He needed to get to the bathroom to ditch the condom, but he didn’t want to seem to rush off and offend Maria. Again, the other girl came to his rescue and guided Maria away by her elbow, chattering as she went.

Skye let out another sigh and focused on seeing if by contracting his sphincter muscles, he could squeeze the last drops of cum out of his cock and into the condom. Only then did it occur to him that he might have to walk funny, what with a half-filled condom on his now flaccid penis, but he thought he could get away with it, and so he rose up and strategically swung his backpack so it covered most of his crotch. By the time he had to move it away lest it become obvious, he was out the door and headed to the bathroom.

Ch. 74: Aftermath

He walked into the bathroom with the idea of going into a stall, removing the condom, wiping his no doubt still dripping penis head, and then using the double layer of underwear to disguise the situation. He even felt he wouldn’t need to go back to his dorm room to change; a little jizz on his briefs would be manageable. He even had the slightly impish thought of purposely trying to avoid Kirk and Charlie just to keep them in a state of suspense as a kind of mild prank.

However, both stalls were taken; Skye could see the run-down sneakers most college guys wore. Not wanting to have the condom on any longer than necessary, he decided he could just get it off at the urinal. He stood in front of the porcelain, undid his button-fly and, with a quick preliminary look around, pulled out his rubber-covered cock. His lack of experience showed in that moment: having never used a condom, he didn’t know how to take it off very easily. He started to yank on it but then realized it would probably drip, if not spray, cum everywhere. He paused, considering his next move, when the door slammed open and a guy about 20 rushed in and headed to the stalls.

“Crap,” the guy said, then he noticed Skye, who was frantically trying to cover up his condom removal process. Without a word, the guy stood at the urinal next to Skye and, in an unbelievable moment of intimacy between two complete strangers—intimacy that was apparently established in the mind of this fellow simply by the fact that he and Skye were two male college students—he unbuttoned his waistband and unzipped his fly, pulled down the waistband of whatever underwear he had on, and pulled out a largish but flaccid penis… with a condom on it! And this was not an empty condom. Skye was so taken aback by the decisive rapidity with which the guy opened up his jeans that he couldn’t help looking. His astonishment knew no bounds. What kind of universe did he live in where two guys both had jizz-filled condoms and were standing at adjacent urinals?

He quickly looked up, though he probably should have looked away, and the other student just said, “Fuck. I gotta get rid of this thing. At least it worked.” He then mirrored Skye’s action of a moment before and saw the condom half off of Skye’s penis. “Holy shit!” he whispered. “You too?”

Skye was speechless. In a moment of horrible comedy, he simply nodded up and down like a bad actor in a sitcom. He locked eyes with the other guy, who whispered, “A girl in your class?”

Skye nodded.

“Wow. Sucks, doesn’t it?” He leaned in a little conspiratorially and whispered even more quietly, lest the stall occupants hear. “Did you jizz just by being around her? I did. Never happened before. I had to sneak across campus last time and then I figured out this genius idea.”

Curiously, Skye felt a completely unnecessary need to defend the “originality” of Kirk’s strategy: “Well,” he whispered in return, “we’re not the first, man. A guy I know who went through this was the one that told me about the whole… you know… ‘method.’”

The other guy grinned. “Cool,” he said, “so we’re in this together with guys from the past. I suppose there’s always some dude or other who’s got it bad. Anyway, I gotta get this thing off.” It was clear he had used condoms before for intercourse, for he expertly placed his fingers at the opening, pinched off the material at his cock head, pulled it off, and, with the dexterity of a magician, knotted the opening so rapidly that Skye couldn’t see how he did it.

He noticed Skye staring and then he noticed the half-removed condom and whispered, “You new at this? I can help.” Before Skye could even react, the guy reached over and performed the same prestidigitation and in the twinkling of an eye, he had both condoms sealed tight. He gave a silent laugh, readjusted his penis in his underwear, rezipped and fastened his jeans, turned around, tossed the condoms in the large built-in trash bin, and washed his hands. Skye realized that, like an idiot, he was still standing there with his “dong in his hands,” as some of his Rez friends used to say. He immediately followed the same routine, but the guy was gone by the time Skye had finished washing his hands. For one nanosecond, Skye wondered if the guy were even real; he seemed like a character in a Native tale who appeared at a crucial moment. Skye left the bathroom and sat on a bench in the hall for a few minutes before shaking his head in disbelief and rising to go to the library for an hour before history.

Wait till I tell the guys. he thought. They’ll think I’m making it up. Fuck. Who was that dude?”