Marine Antics in a Locker Room

[diego501]

This is such a great story. Very much enjoying reading it the second go around.

 

[ibz1492]

CH. 2


Two hours later, the gray metal door to the men's locker room creaked open and allowed an influx of about 20 wrestlers. The first practice of the season invariably caught them off guard; even the ones who worked on their fitness were never quite able to keep up with the demands of the coach, and knowing that this was just the beginning inspired one half of them and exhausted the other half.

Skye had never experienced anything like it. He was considered tough on the Rez, but the constant moving, twisting, and gripping of the sport left him with barely enough energy to walk. He got to his locker and, like so many of the other guys, flopped down on the bench. Kirk showed up a moment later and eased himself in beside him.

"Well, welcome to the team, dude," said the senior, smiling despite his fatigue."Bet you never had a practice like that, especially the first day." He stripped off his soaked gray practice shirt. For a moment, Skye looked at his guide with appraising eyes. He appreciated what it took to have a cut muscular body like Kirk's, and indeed his own body was one he was proud of.

Skye then turned and stared at his locker. Kirk looked at him and chuckled. "Yeah, " he said, "I can see this is new to you."

Skye turned a little. "I gotta admit, this is more than what we did for the Rez high school. But then, it oughtta be. I mean, this is college." The word college caught in his throat a little. Truth was, he never thought he'd even be in college, having no money and no prospects at all. It was only a chance meeting with the University of South Dakota coach at the high school wrestling championships the previous winter that had given him the confidence to apply, and the fact that the University had offered him a financial aid package was the sole reason he was now sitting, sweat-soaked, on a bench.

Kirk grinned at him, thinking about their first encounter two hours earlier. "So," he said, "how'd that jock work out for ya?"

Skye hesitated. He wasn't used to talking about intimate things, even with his friends. But he didn't want to lose face, so he looked Kirk square in the eyes and said, "I gotta admit I'm glad you told me about it. I felt like...well,you know, the 'boys' were safe, and that helped me focus on the moves."

Kirk was gratified to get such a candid answer. "Yeah, you looked pretty good out there, for a freshman. And now you can relax and work on other 'moves' in a little while." He grinned again and winked.

Skye felt some of his trepidation return. "Moves? You mean there are more moves I have to learn?"

Kirk laughed. "Naw, dude. I'm just messin' with you. You know... 'moves'?" He made a fist, put it between his thighs, and moved it back and forth. "Moves like this. Most guys do it after an intense workout."

Skye stared. He lowered his voice: "They do that here?"

Kirk smiled. "Nah, not usually. Sometimes, they joke around and yank on their dicks and stuff like that, but I've only ever seen one guy actually go at it in the showers. It was no big deal; in fact, a couple of guys cheered him on, and I think they'd have joined in with a little encouragement. Nah, I was just thinking of the dorms, that's all."

Skye responded,"You know, I haven't even been to my dorm room yet. I just got dropped off right before practice."

Kirk answered, "Oh, well you should be in Henderson Hall. that's where most of the wrestlers room."


Skye looked at him. "Sooo, the wrestlers live and practice together. Do they all eat together also?"

"Yep. It's a pretty tight bunch. You'll get to know 'em. Hey, I'm gonna hit the showers. I'll see you there."

He shucked off his short sand jock and left them in a pile on the bench as he grabbed his towel, draped it over his shoulders, and headed toward the large shower room. As before, Skye found himself staring at the relaxed gait, the muscular stride that his friend and mentor showed as he walked naked. It was almost a swagger. An old specter of modesty emerged in Skye's mind. Was he really ready to walk naked among a group of men he'd never met? He had never done that in his life, but he was beginning to see that his mindset from the Rez was rather narrow; Kirk had said that all the guys on the team showered like this, and Skye could hear the banter going on back and forth in the shower, along with a good deal of laughter. That noise, the steam, and the utter depletion of his energy in practice melded together and he felt it was time to adjust, so he pulled off his shirt, put his fingers in his shorts waistband and yanked down his shorts. He stood for a moment in just his strap; he was amazed at how natural it felt and also how it seemed to exude some kind of masculine power, like getting ready for battle. He looked down and actually gasped. Seeing his jock pouch mounded and full made him feel proud. He remembered that Kirk had whistled at the size of Skye's penis and his low hanging balls, but he also knew he himself had no experience with locker rooms and therefore no chance to compare. Skye stood in his jock staring into space, staring into space as his mind took him down paths of images, rather like the trances he'd heard that his ancestors experienced, as recounted by older men on the Rez.

A vicious sting on his left buttock brought him instantly to his senses.

"Hey dude! You just gonna stand there in your sweaty jock or you gonna take a shower?" Skye turned to see three wrestlers, naked, with towels in their hands, laughing as one of them twisted up his towel into a rat tail and seemed like he was about to flick it at Skye.

Skye felt a volcano of anger throbbing inside him, but then the guy with the wound up towel said, "Here, I got you a towel" and he tossed him a clean, folded white towel from the stack that sat by the showers. "I'm just messin' with you, buddy. No hard feelings." Skye hardly knew what to do with the fury that had emerged inside him, but the other fellow's gentle answer floated and landed like a balm, and Skye felt himself relax.

"You're Skye, right? I'm Brad, and these two dorks are Will and Kevin." Brad stuck out his hand, and after a moment, Skye shook it, as he then did with the other two. The scene of him wearing just his jock and shaking HANDS with three guys who were naked was startling, odd, and even slightly humorous.

"Hey," said Skye, like an awkward oaf meeting the cool kids at a party. A momentary silence settled on the group.

"So," said Will, " howdya like that first practice. Rough, huh?" Kevin chimed in, "Right? Fuckin coach always starts the year like that. Seems crazy to me, wearing everybody out when we have four more days of practice this week." The instant ease with which they spoke to him somehow smoothed over Skye's initial awkwardness , and he said, "Well, yeah. I mean, I didn't expect that the first day."

"Yeah, I'll bet," responded Will. "Different from high school, I'll bet. What school did you wrestle at anyway? Some place local?"

Skye was surprised. His skin tone and facial features usually made it clear he was Native American, and almost all the Natives were educated on the reservation.

Brad smacked Will on his heavily muscled arm. "Don't be a dumbshit. He's from the Rez, right?"

Skye said nothing.

"Oh, duh," exclaimed Will. "Sorry, man. I should have known."

"Well," said Skye, "it would have been a good guess, though not all of us stay on the Rez." A slightly uncomfortable pause. Then Brad: "Well, dude, we're gonna hit the showers and I'll see if I can get these two to keep their hands off each other's peckers." That broke the ice and Kevin threw his towel in Brad's face and barked, "Yeah, you'd like to see that, wouldnja, Mr Soap-up-my-cock-for-half-an hour!" The trio laughed and even Skye smiled. Though not accustomed to this banter, he could see how it cemented their friendship.

Brad was an old campaigner in the verbal taunt department: "At least I CAN work it for half an hour and not lose my load in the first 30 seconds... as all the ladies here on campus will tell you is the case with my studly friend Kevin, here."

"Well," chimed in Will, "at least all the ones he's slept with... and that makes how many, Kevin? Nearly ONE, was it?"

Kevin merely grabbed his own penis and ballsac in one hand, shook it at his buds, exclaimed, "I can't argue that. With all my conquests, it'd take all afternoon... kinda like your mom!" And with that, he turned and scampered off to the showers, his impressive sac swaying as the others gave chase.

Skye was quick to realize that this kind of dialogue was the conversational currency of the team, and he watched the three muscle-bound guys head to the shower: Brad, a model of 6 foot plus lean muscle, pale skin, brown hair and green eyes, with massive thighs, beefy arms, and a rock solid butt. Kevin, on the lower side of six feet, beautifully tapering biceps and granite quads, olive skinned bespeaking some southern European heritage, and Will, only about 5'8" but sculpted like a statue, with smooth black skin. Clearly, they were in their third year of wrestling, and the conversation of a few minutes before showed how comfortable they were with each other--so much at ease, in fact, that it was simple for them to joke around with Skye only moments after meeting him. All this was a quick study for Skye, who became increasingly aware of a kind of emptiness in his male psyche that could only be filled by guys his age just being guys. Although Skye could not have articulated before now the need to be part of the joking, touching, and even the unexpected warmth of this group, he now knew, with the awareness that dawns on a sleeper who has just awakened, that he had better embrace this group of men before it slipped away as so many things had in his life.

The noise of raucous laughter and hooting pulled him from his reverie. He paused, put his fingers inside the waistband of his jockstrap, and pushed it down. In a moment of almost childlike imitation, he placed it on the bench and then adjusted it by twisting the waistband and one of the leg straps so it mirrored the exact position of Kirk's. He did this without even thinking, and a moment later smiled at his silly behavior, but he left his jock as a unspoken tribute to his mentor.

He grabbed his towel and then paused again. He'd noticed some guys wrapped the towel around their waists as they headed to the showers, but some just looped it around their neck and shoulders or just draped it off one shoulder and walked to the showers, usually tugging away at their nuts, happy to have them freed from the confines of a jock pouch. Some instinct told Skye that if he didn't get his ass to the showers immediately, he'd get grief from the other guys--possibly teasing about shyness? In what was perhaps one of the bravest moments in a life full of courage, he shrugged and draped the towel over one shoulder and headed for the first group shower of his life.

Great story so far.... I pictured myself in there with those guys starting their first gang shower of the season with Skye.... My cock is ready for action now!

 

[Jake]

CH. 2


Two hours later, the gray metal door to the men's locker room creaked open and allowed an influx of about 20 wrestlers. The first practice of the season invariably caught them off guard; even the ones who worked on their fitness were never quite able to keep up with the demands of the coach, and knowing that this was just the beginning inspired one half of them and exhausted the other half.

Skye had never experienced anything like it. He was considered tough on the Rez, but the constant moving, twisting, and gripping of the sport left him with barely enough energy to walk. He got to his locker and, like so many of the other guys, flopped down on the bench. Kirk showed up a moment later and eased himself in beside him.

"Well, welcome to the team, dude," said the senior, smiling despite his fatigue."Bet you never had a practice like that, especially the first day." He stripped off his soaked gray practice shirt. For a moment, Skye looked at his guide with appraising eyes. He appreciated what it took to have a cut muscular body like Kirk's, and indeed his own body was one he was proud of.

Skye then turned and stared at his locker. Kirk looked at him and chuckled. "Yeah, " he said, "I can see this is new to you."

Skye turned a little. "I gotta admit, this is more than what we did for the Rez high school. But then, it oughtta be. I mean, this is college." The word college caught in his throat a little. Truth was, he never thought he'd even be in college, having no money and no prospects at all. It was only a chance meeting with the University of South Dakota coach at the high school wrestling championships the previous winter that had given him the confidence to apply, and the fact that the University had offered him a financial aid package was the sole reason he was now sitting, sweat-soaked, on a bench.

Kirk grinned at him, thinking about their first encounter two hours earlier. "So," he said, "how'd that jock work out for ya?"

Skye hesitated. He wasn't used to talking about intimate things, even with his friends. But he didn't want to lose face, so he looked Kirk square in the eyes and said, "I gotta admit I'm glad you told me about it. I felt like...well,you know, the 'boys' were safe, and that helped me focus on the moves."

Kirk was gratified to get such a candid answer. "Yeah, you looked pretty good out there, for a freshman. And now you can relax and work on other 'moves' in a little while." He grinned again and winked.

Skye felt some of his trepidation return. "Moves? You mean there are more moves I have to learn?"

Kirk laughed. "Naw, dude. I'm just messin' with you. You know... 'moves'?" He made a fist, put it between his thighs, and moved it back and forth. "Moves like this. Most guys do it after an intense workout."

Skye stared. He lowered his voice: "They do that here?"

Kirk smiled. "Nah, not usually. Sometimes, they joke around and yank on their dicks and stuff like that, but I've only ever seen one guy actually go at it in the showers. It was no big deal; in fact, a couple of guys cheered him on, and I think they'd have joined in with a little encouragement. Nah, I was just thinking of the dorms, that's all."

Skye responded,"You know, I haven't even been to my dorm room yet. I just got dropped off right before practice."

Kirk answered, "Oh, well you should be in Henderson Hall. that's where most of the wrestlers room."


Skye looked at him. "Sooo, the wrestlers live and practice together. Do they all eat together also?"

"Yep. It's a pretty tight bunch. You'll get to know 'em. Hey, I'm gonna hit the showers. I'll see you there."

He shucked off his short sand jock and left them in a pile on the bench as he grabbed his towel, draped it over his shoulders, and headed toward the large shower room. As before, Skye found himself staring at the relaxed gait, the muscular stride that his friend and mentor showed as he walked naked. It was almost a swagger. An old specter of modesty emerged in Skye's mind. Was he really ready to walk naked among a group of men he'd never met? He had never done that in his life, but he was beginning to see that his mindset from the Rez was rather narrow; Kirk had said that all the guys on the team showered like this, and Skye could hear the banter going on back and forth in the shower, along with a good deal of laughter. That noise, the steam, and the utter depletion of his energy in practice melded together and he felt it was time to adjust, so he pulled off his shirt, put his fingers in his shorts waistband and yanked down his shorts. He stood for a moment in just his strap; he was amazed at how natural it felt and also how it seemed to exude some kind of masculine power, like getting ready for battle. He looked down and actually gasped. Seeing his jock pouch mounded and full made him feel proud. He remembered that Kirk had whistled at the size of Skye's penis and his low hanging balls, but he also knew he himself had no experience with locker rooms and therefore no chance to compare. Skye stood in his jock staring into space, staring into space as his mind took him down paths of images, rather like the trances he'd heard that his ancestors experienced, as recounted by older men on the Rez.

A vicious sting on his left buttock brought him instantly to his senses.

"Hey dude! You just gonna stand there in your sweaty jock or you gonna take a shower?" Skye turned to see three wrestlers, naked, with towels in their hands, laughing as one of them twisted up his towel into a rat tail and seemed like he was about to flick it at Skye.

Skye felt a volcano of anger throbbing inside him, but then the guy with the wound up towel said, "Here, I got you a towel" and he tossed him a clean, folded white towel from the stack that sat by the showers. "I'm just messin' with you, buddy. No hard feelings." Skye hardly knew what to do with the fury that had emerged inside him, but the other fellow's gentle answer floated and landed like a balm, and Skye felt himself relax.

"You're Skye, right? I'm Brad, and these two dorks are Will and Kevin." Brad stuck out his hand, and after a moment, Skye shook it, as he then did with the other two. The scene of him wearing just his jock and shaking HANDS with three guys who were naked was startling, odd, and even slightly humorous.

"Hey," said Skye, like an awkward oaf meeting the cool kids at a party. A momentary silence settled on the group.

"So," said Will, " howdya like that first practice. Rough, huh?" Kevin chimed in, "Right? Fuckin coach always starts the year like that. Seems crazy to me, wearing everybody out when we have four more days of practice this week." The instant ease with which they spoke to him somehow smoothed over Skye's initial awkwardness , and he said, "Well, yeah. I mean, I didn't expect that the first day."

"Yeah, I'll bet," responded Will. "Different from high school, I'll bet. What school did you wrestle at anyway? Some place local?"

Skye was surprised. His skin tone and facial features usually made it clear he was Native American, and almost all the Natives were educated on the reservation.

Brad smacked Will on his heavily muscled arm. "Don't be a dumbshit. He's from the Rez, right?"

Skye said nothing.

"Oh, duh," exclaimed Will. "Sorry, man. I should have known."

"Well," said Skye, "it would have been a good guess, though not all of us stay on the Rez." A slightly uncomfortable pause. Then Brad: "Well, dude, we're gonna hit the showers and I'll see if I can get these two to keep their hands off each other's peckers." That broke the ice and Kevin threw his towel in Brad's face and barked, "Yeah, you'd like to see that, wouldnja, Mr Soap-up-my-cock-for-half-an hour!" The trio laughed and even Skye smiled. Though not accustomed to this banter, he could see how it cemented their friendship.

Brad was an old campaigner in the verbal taunt department: "At least I CAN work it for half an hour and not lose my load in the first 30 seconds... as all the ladies here on campus will tell you is the case with my studly friend Kevin, here."

"Well," chimed in Will, "at least all the ones he's slept with... and that makes how many, Kevin? Nearly ONE, was it?"

Kevin merely grabbed his own penis and ballsac in one hand, shook it at his buds, exclaimed, "I can't argue that. With all my conquests, it'd take all afternoon... kinda like your mom!" And with that, he turned and scampered off to the showers, his impressive sac swaying as the others gave chase.

Skye was quick to realize that this kind of dialogue was the conversational currency of the team, and he watched the three muscle-bound guys head to the shower: Brad, a model of 6 foot plus lean muscle, pale skin, brown hair and green eyes, with massive thighs, beefy arms, and a rock solid butt. Kevin, on the lower side of six feet, beautifully tapering biceps and granite quads, olive skinned bespeaking some southern European heritage, and Will, only about 5'8" but sculpted like a statue, with smooth black skin. Clearly, they were in their third year of wrestling, and the conversation of a few minutes before showed how comfortable they were with each other--so much at ease, in fact, that it was simple for them to joke around with Skye only moments after meeting him. All this was a quick study for Skye, who became increasingly aware of a kind of emptiness in his male psyche that could only be filled by guys his age just being guys. Although Skye could not have articulated before now the need to be part of the joking, touching, and even the unexpected warmth of this group, he now knew, with the awareness that dawns on a sleeper who has just awakened, that he had better embrace this group of men before it slipped away as so many things had in his life.

The noise of raucous laughter and hooting pulled him from his reverie. He paused, put his fingers inside the waistband of his jockstrap, and pushed it down. In a moment of almost childlike imitation, he placed it on the bench and then adjusted it by twisting the waistband and one of the leg straps so it mirrored the exact position of Kirk's. He did this without even thinking, and a moment later smiled at his silly behavior, but he left his jock as a unspoken tribute to his mentor.

He grabbed his towel and then paused again. He'd noticed some guys wrapped the towel around their waists as they headed to the showers, but some just looped it around their neck and shoulders or just draped it off one shoulder and walked to the showers, usually tugging away at their nuts, happy to have them freed from the confines of a jock pouch. Some instinct told Skye that if he didn't get his ass to the showers immediately, he'd get grief from the other guys--possibly teasing about shyness? In what was perhaps one of the bravest moments in a life full of courage, he shrugged and draped the towel over one shoulder and headed for the first group shower of his life.

.....a GREAT STORY!...I feel like "I" am one of those wrestlers, and like I am actually THERE!...I am really getting "into" this!...LOVE IT!

 

[Opinionman]

More?

 

[Opinionman]

.....a GREAT STORY!...I feel like "I" am one of those wrestlers, and like I am actually THERE!...I am really getting "into" this!...LOVE IT!

Would you like me to post the next chapter?

 

[Jake]

Would you like me to post the next chapter?

.......SURE, buddy!.....POST-AWAY!...gotta see where things are going with those hot-n-horny, built-n-hung- wrestlers that like going-around naked!.....I feel-like I am *right-there* and, I am one of the wrestlers...and, not real-sure just where things will-go...or with whom!...or-how!

 

[ibz1492]

Please give me another chapter... I need one today!!!

 

[Opinionman]

Ok. I had these chapters numbered but in my latest doc the numbers seem to have disappeared, so I'll do my best to post a couple:
"Ch. 3"
With so much to keep in mind, Skye had momentarily forgotten about Kirk's comment when they'd undressed before practice, but as he walked toward the shower, slightly shy but determined at this point to face his discomfort head on by walking naked, he heard the locus of the hooting shift from the shower room itself to his direction, like a radar pinpointing its target.

"Hey, Skye!" called out Kirk. "Finally made it, huh?”

"Whoa!" called out a guy from the steamy recesses of the room. Skye could not tell who it was, though he did not think it one of the three guys he'd just been chatting with. "Hoooooooly FUUUUUCK! I thought I was the biggest dude on the team, but now I don't think so." Half a score of wrestlers turned at this, but the only turning Skye did was turning a shade of reddish brown as they stared at his genitals. "Part bull, I have to say," continued the voice. "Congrats, man! I hope lots of girls get to enjoy that, if they haven't already." As time stopped yet again and as at that moment the billowing steam clouds seemed to rise up to give a clear view, Skye saw the showering athletes looking at his body in the most natural way possible: just athletes assessing another guy's body as all men do. Skye himself mirrored their actions and looked around at the cocks and balls of his teammates. As might be expected, there was a huge variety. Some little stubby penises poked out of nests of hair, with tight, high testicles. Others seemed very slender as they swayed with the motion of the shower scrubbing, some looked like thick slabs of meat atop low hanging fruit. Many, not unexpectedly were just average flaccid cocks over average-sized balls. A couple of guys did stand out, however. It was clear to Skye that the guy who'd called out to him was standing three shower heads away. His massively thick cock and overly generous balls easily pinpointed him as the biggest cock man on the team... but then Skye understood. Even though this fellow's equipment was impressive, it wasn't up to the standards that life had gifted to Skye between his own legs. Having told Kirk he'd never seen another guy naked, Skye was getting an instant education. His penis, even in its flaccid state, was as thick as a wrist, and the corona of the head offered a notable ridge, almost like a model version of some cliff with an overhang. His own balls--the testicles he'd had to house in his one pair of briefs for several years--hung almost a third of the way down his thighs and if he even turned his head, his balls swayed as if in a breeze.

The other thing he noticed simultaneously was the one guy whose penis was fully erect, curved up in an arc, reaching to his belly button. Skye was shocked for a moment but then remembered that Kirk had mentioned Brian, who got a hard on every day and finally gave up on trying to hide it. Only on the edge of consciousness did Skye notice a slight feeling of envy, not at the fact that his own cock wasn't as impressive as Brian's, but rather at the ease with which a college-age guy could sport an erection and not make a big deal of it.

Skye felt like this was the make-or-break moment. What should he do, now that he realized his equipment dwarfed most of his teammates'? For although he knew the stories of the Rez in terms of bragging rights for hunting victories centuries back, such boasts had no place on the modern Rez, and indeed, one struggle his friends and family had to endure was keeping their pride. He sensed that bragging would be outdated.. or at least serious bragging would be. And from somewhere in his ancestral memory, he recalled the stories of the Trickster Coyote, who used humor to gain advantage.

In a voice he himself hardly knew, he quipped, "Well, you're in luck! I brought all the girls who've enjoyed this meat into our locker room. They're just around the corner. Girls? GIRLS?!" He turned, peered around the wall, and turned back to the guys who didn't know what to make of this. "Huh. I guess they got scared and left. Maybe too much cock even for them!"

"Awwwwwwhhhhhhhh," a ground swell of male voice rose from baritone to alto and then the laughter started. "Fuckin A! Nice comeback! Yeah, next time make sure the girls are here before you start swaggering, asshole! I guess you're a big dick in more ways than one!" Skye felt a deluge of emotional warmth that literally caused him to take a step back. He had never, ever had this kind of response from a group of guys. Clearly, he had scored. He started toward the nearest shower head, but then, as smoothly as a cat, passed it and took the one next to the guy who'd started the whole marvelous affair. Skye looked at him, and the fellow said, "Nice one, man. I'm Peter." And again a handshake with a naked guy, but this time it seemed perfectly natural.

Skye let the hot water pummel his back and chest, and when he thought the other guys weren't watching, he moved to the pressure streamed bounced his cock head back and forth, a feeling he loved but almost never got to experience, given that the showers in his trailer on the Rez had the world's weakest flow.

"Hey Carter!" called a voice over the noise of the showers, "I think I saw your girlfriend changing her outfit in her room the other day. I got so turned on I couldn't... oh god.. HELP MYSELF!" The last words were boomed out and echoed in the room. Skye, intrigued, turned around to see a huge arc of some thick white liquid spurting nearly the length of the room and landing on a guy not far from Skye, clearly the identified Carter.

Arc after arc followed and Skye traced its origin. A smaller member of the team had a bottle of hair conditioner in his hand which he was squeezing and pumping vigorously, causing the goo to spurt across the room. "Aw fuck! I can't help it! Gotta shoot! Gotta shoot! Yeah, take it, Carter." Skye looked over and saw Carter dripping with the white liquid and gasping with laughter. Carter then turned to his nemesis: "That's right, asshole! Use a bottle of conditioner since you can't produce the real thing! You know who can make me come, tho? YOUR MOM!"

Again the baritone voices: "Ooooohhh!" Clearly, this sort of thing went on all the time, and it was developing into some kind of comic drama.

Carter grabbed his bottle of shampoo and yelled, "Here! I'll show ya! Oh Mrs Malone! I love how you work me over! ugh! ught UGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!" and he in turn squeezed his bottle as the perpetrator and covered him with goo.

"Huh, " smirked Greg, the instigator of all this. "That's not what she told me. She said you were pushing rope and couldn't satisfy her." An arc of conditioner.

"Well, at least mine's rope and not twine." An arc of shampoo.

"Your rope may choke," continued Greg, " but only on the outside. Your girlfriend chokes on my twine INSIDE her throat." Another arc.

The two combatants could hardly taunt each other, they were laughing so hard. In a flash, Carter crossed the room to the other man and sprayed him with shampoo while at that exact moment, Greg did the same with the conditioner. Both guys were drenched and they dropped their bottles. They grappled with each other but had a hard time finding a grip given the slipperiness that covered them both.

"Man, you're slicker than your mom when I'm inside her," ranted Carter. "Admit it, Greg, ya douchebag, you know I'm right." So Greg was the other half of this false altercation.

"I'll admit you're right on the first night your horny girlfriend refuses me... and that'll never happen!" riposted Greg. The two continued to grab at waists, arms, even balls but they went down in a heap while the other guys laughed up a storm. "C'mon, Greg! Pin him like on the mat! Dude, Carter! Show him who's boss."

As the two guys went at it, their well-practiced wrestling moves now virtually useless due to the slickness the whole affair turned into one huge comedy sketch, with two practiced physical clowns trying to top each other for the amusement of their audience

After a few minutes of this, the two guys separated for a moment, breathless with exertion and laughter, but before they could start up again, Kirk grabbed the shower head with the hose used for handicapped athletes, turned it on them and sprayed them full force.

"Okay, dick heads! Enough already. Fuck, I have to spray you down like horn dogs in heat." He sprayed them both in the face for a moment before Carter and Greg stood up, gave each other high fives, laughed and said some variation of, "You're an asshole, bro, but at least I won that one." Since they had both slapped high fives, laughed, and claimed victory, it seemed this would be an ongoing event throughout the season.

All this Skye took in instantly, gauging the dynamic with a social scanner he did not know he possessed. Feeling warm both inside and out, he finished soaping his body and rinsed it as most guys were finishing as well. This cause a bit of a bottle neck at the entrance to the showers, but after a few guys bumped into each other, nuts to butts as the Army calls it, which resulted in more laughter, they separated to their respective aisles. Guys were finishing drying, chatting, occasionally still rat-tailing a towel for a prank, and generally dressing with the carelessness that so many college guys show.

When Skye got to his bench, Kirk was already there. Both jockstraps lay as they had been left, and a momentary glace from Kirk made Skye wonder if his mentor had noticed the imitation. But Kirk said nothing and hooked his sweaty gear and jock to the elastic laundry strap that he hung on the cart for daily washing. Skye did the same, still naked and indeed relishing the feeling--a feeling that, no doubt, the other guys had felt as they had grown up but which was new to Skye.

He turned and reached for his dingy white briefs but stopped when he felt Kirk's eye on him.

"What?" Skye said, answering some unspoken comment.

"Oh, ... nuthin... it's just that..."

"What?" repeated Skye.

"Look, dude, I don't want to offend you, but I AM your mentor and I'm supposed to make sure you're comfortable and settled in."

"Yeah?"

"And... well... when you told me you had only one brief for underwear, I couldn't help it. Look, I have this pair of boxer briefs I haven't worn yet. I was thinking maybe you could borrow them until you could get some more for yourself."

Rage, sorrow, resentment, and something like love--all struck at once, a lightning bolt of emotions on the landscape of Skye's psyche. He'd never been offered much and certainly nothing as personal and intimate as this... but he'd also had to deal with the shame of poverty his whole life, and even after living with it, he still hated it when someone else noticed.

Kirk resumed: "I know it's weird... but maybe not so weird. In my dorm, we borrow each other's underwear all the time, like if we have a date and nuthin clean, you know? Aw, fuck, I can see I'm bugging you, but listen, dude... it's my responsibility."

Again, the rage reared its monstrous head in Skye, but when he looked into Kirk's eyes and saw the sincerity, he recalled an old memory of a kindness done long ago, and somehow he melted and the rage passed over and through him and dissipated.

"Well," he said very softly, "I guess that'd be nice. Thanks, man. I'll get 'em back to you when I get another pair."

Cool. Here." Kirk tossed him a still factory-folded pair of plain blue inexpensive boxer briefs. Only at that point did Skye become aware that he was standing naked, only a couple of feet from his mentor, with his overly large penis and hefty testicles on full display. He realized that in the past half hour, he'd already become more comfortable with this situation, to the point where he could have a conversation in the nude. He put the boxer briefs on the bench, fought back a tear, finished drying himself and pulled on the underwear. After several years of the same graying, faded, stretched out pair, he felt like a monarch pulling on this new underwear. Kirk watched him and said, "Great. They look like the fit perfectly. Nice."

Skye looked at him, speechless, glistening eyes.

Kirk whispered hoarsely, "It's cool, bro" and turned his own face away toward his locker.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 5?
Ch 4?


As the two of them left the locker room, Kirk managed to say, "So that stuff you said earlier about never seeing dudes naked before.... i guess that all changed today, huh?" He grinned and punched Skye in the arm. "Good thing, too, cuz there's plenty of nudity in our dorms. A couple of guys practically never wear clothes. it's a fuckin hoot. Here, I'll show you where the dorm is...."

“Actually,” said Kirk, “it makes no sense to show you the dorm before we eat. Let’s hit the dining hall.”

A wave of emotions concerning the affirming events of the locker room in the past hour had prevented Skye from realizing how hungry he was, but once those memories passed, he found he was ravenous.

“How does this work, anyway?” asked Skye. I mean, they told me I don’t need money to pay for meals.”

“That’s right, bro… you just use your ID card. Do you have that?”

“Yep, right here in my bag.”

“Okay then follow me."

They entered the large dining hall and were greeted by students calling to each other, dishes clanging, and laughter erupting everywhere.

“Grab a tray, Skye. Welcome to a feast of mediocre college cafeteria food! Ta-da!”

Skye took a tray from the stack and looked down the serving line. While he had had enough food growing up, he had never escaped the sense of food insecurity that permeated so much of life on the Rez. Now, he was faced with overwhelming choice. He was stunned at the variety, even if Kirk claimed it was "mediocre."

Kirk walked through with him smiling and calling out to other guys. He and Skye parked themselves at a table with Brian-of-the-Eternal-Erection and "Rat Tail" Brad from the team. They were as friendly clothed in public as they had been naked in the locker room. They skillfully managed to ask Skye about his background and life without being too nosey or making him uncomfortable. If Skye hadn’t been hyper-focused on the food, he might have perceived that Kirk had done a little ground work with these guys, alerting them discreetly for a few moments in the locker room to Skye’s sensitivity about his background. But Skye did not notice; he finished his meat loaf, potatoes, green beans, salad, and fruit before rising and going back to get some cake. The other guys could see he was like the proverbial kid in the candy store. In his absence, Kirk quickly said, “Thanks, guys. I think you did a good job making him feel welcome.”

"Hell yeah!” responded Brian. “We’re the best…..even if he has got a bigger dick than me!” The other guys smirked at this friendly quip, but Skye didn’t even notice upon his return to the table that something had been said.

“This is really amazing,” he said. “On the Rez, we didn’t have this much food.”

Surprised that Skye had volunteered to speak, Brad quickly answered, “Well, take as much as you want, buddy. Although, if you’re like the rest of us, you’ll get hungry again about 10:00 tonight, and that’s what the Pump n Stuff gas station is for…. Late night snacks.” Skye smiled, but this comment raised the hackles of fear; he didn’t have any money for buying food.

"Yeah, we all know what kind of "pump and stuff' you're doing late at night in your room," quipped Brad. Knowing laughter erupted over this, and Skye grinned as well, though mostly at the contagious nature of the laughter and not Brad's comeback itself.

“Finish eating, Slowpoke, and let’s get to the dorm," said Brian. In the time-honored tradition of college guys showing poor table manners, Skye imitated other guys he saw who were stuffing their mouths with dessert as they stood up and went to the tray return, all in a big hurry to get to the next thing.

Kirk dropped off his tray, waited for Skye and then said, “Follow me.”


During the ten-minute walk to the dorm, Kirk continued to play guide. "Yeah this is sort of a jock dorm." Skye, unfamiliar with the term, pictured a bunch of students running around the dorm in their straps, but then realized he had misunderstood. "Lots of wrestlers there but other athletes too: runners, soccer players, even some lax guys. Hey, isn't lax a native game?" No sooner had the words escaped his lips than he regretted them. He knew enough not to continually draw attention to his mentoree's "difference" and he mentally smacked his forehead for his insensitivity.

"Your roommate's Charlie. Super chill dude. He's a soccer player but kinda tall and lanky compared to most of them. Also, I should warn you. Dude LOVES being naked. I think he spend most of his time in the dorm nude, altho he does have one pair of shorts he'll sometimes wear." Skye didn't know what to make of this. He had been proud of adjusting to the nudity of the other wrestlers in the showers, but if his roomie was nude 24/7, who knew what that'd be like?

They arrived at a non-descript brick building, marked "Beede Hall." It seemed fairly new and solid, especially compared to the rundown buildings on the Rez.

"Welcome to your dorm, buddy," said Kirk as he opened the door. "Real men take the stairs. Keeps us in shape. You're on the fourth floor." Kirk walking-lunged up the stairs two at a time. Skye followed.

Kirk opened the stairwell door to reveal a hallway with rooms on either side and a bathroom at the far end. They passed the first three doors and knocked on the fourth one. "Hey asshole!" yelled Kirk with a grin. "You in? I got your new roomie....and for his sake would you put some fuckin clothes on?" The door was opened by a 19 year old guy, a little over 6 feet, pale skin and blond hair. He was shirtless and Skye, like every guy who had ever been in this situation, noticed his impressive abs rack with instant admiration. Despite Kirk's warning, this fellow was not naked but was sporting a pair of military green silkies--the kind you could see in photos of West Point or Annapolis: extremely short, made of parachute material and so thin it was impossible not to notice the outline of the wearer's penis head. Even Skye knew about these shorts and the unspoken understanding that this was the ONLY skimpy short a straight guy could wear and get away with it, thanks to his military situation. Obviously, Skye's roommate wasn't in the military, so Skye wondered what the story was. He couldn't help glancing down to see a pretty sizable cock head and also to note that this guy must have low hangers as each ball was partially visible. None of this bothered the new roommate, of course.

"Hey, bro! I'm Charlie. Nice to meetcha and welcome to our very own Buckingham palace." He gestured grandly around the small room. Skye did not get the reference, but he smiled, stuck out his hand and said, in a quiet voice, "Hey. I'm Skye."

Skye just had his first practice with us," said Kirk, " and I'm his mentor, making sure he's got everything he needs." That last statement instantly brought back Kirk's generosity with his boxer briefs in the locker room, and Skye became aware of how they hugged his skin and cradled his balls.

"Cool," said Charlie. "Here's your bunk and your side of the closet. I left the beds on the ground, but if you're cool, we could also make bunk bed to have a little more space." Skye barely processed this as he found himself staring at the carefree cock and balls barely contained in the silkies. "Um. sure....whatever you want."

"Actually, dude," said Kirk, "I'm surprised to find you in a state of... well... Dress. I should tell you I've already warned Skye about how you fuckin love to be naked."

Charlie grinned. "Sure do. Hope that's all right with you, man."

Skye: "It's your room."

Charlie laughed. "OUR room, man... you and me. Now where's your stuff. I can help you unpack if you want."

Hot flames of embarrassment shot up through Skye as he thought of his one paper bag with a few articles of clothing and some toiletries. "Nah," he answered. "I'll do it in a minute."

Kirk picked up on the situation and for the second time within a few minutes he berated himself silently for not having foreseen this. Quickly, he said, "And this space on the wall is where you can put your wrestling posters and shit. Including, if I may advise, a huge one of ME, so you'll always be inspired." Kirk laughed his easy laugh and even Skye smiled. Charlie grabbed Kirk's face in both hands and squeezed his cheeks, rocked his head back and forth, like an adoring granny, and said in his best parent-of-a-toddler voice: "Ooooh yes. Who's got a massive ego? Huh? Does he have a massive ego? Does him need people admiring him in a poster? Yes, he does! YES he does." He gave Kirk's head a back-and-forth shake.

Before Charlie knew it, Kirk had seized his arms, twisted and and tossed him on the bed, the way a college guy might with his younger cousin. He laughed. "Hey, if you had a man's body and weren't a stick, you'd KNOW that it's only right that guys like me admired!"

Charlie laughed to and said, "Ok, Mr. Ego. I take your word for it. Nice wrestling move, by the way. But you better be careful next time" he tossed back in mock threat.

"Yup. Ya got me scared. And as for moves, gotta use 'em when I can. And just to drive the point home..." he leapt up on Skye's bed, pressed his back against the wall, and made a muscle pose as if he were himself a living poster. "Yeah, I think a full-size poster of your wrestling mentor--ME!--would look great here." He performed a little trick of flexing just the tips of his impressive biceps up and down, like raising eyebrows.

This cracked Charlie up. "Oooooh!! Mr Kirk?" he cried in a falsetto, "can I have one too?"

"Only to mentorees, sorry." There was the tiniest of pauses, all three guys grinning.

In that moment, Skye heard a creaky dorm slam open and voice calling out: “Fuuuuuuuck! Get outta my way! I gotta take a shower right now!!”

Both Skye and Charlie leapt to their feet and peered out in the hall, though Skye had a sense that Charlie already knew what he’d see. A student of medium build but clear athletic skill —a little over 6 feet, with tanned while skin and fine preppy features topped by adorable brown curly hair--had just burst through his room door and was kicking off his sneakers as he jetted toward the bathroom and shower. The shoes dropped and he jammed one finger in his socks and quickly pulled them off--hopping on one leg for a moment-- and merely left them on the hall floor. Off came the shirt with a practiced movement and he called out again: “If the shower’s full, soneone’s gotta get out now! Beth said I could take her out—FINALLY!— tonight, and I gotta get cleaned up! Man, I am gonna get SOOOOO laid!.” He shucked off his gym shorts just as he got to the bathroom door, and he pushed down his jockstrap and, like the other clothes, let it fall. “Move, fuckers! I gotta get cleaned up so I cant get dirty!” Fortunately for him, there was was only one guy in the shower, and even more fortunately, there was a spare towel.

“Who’s that?” asked Skye, stunned.

“Him? Oh, that’s Chris. He always does shit like that. He’s always running down the halt to get a shower so he can get laid. It’s like he’s such a horn dog that he can’t even be bothered to put his clothes in his room, and I’ll be goddammed if every time, one of us goes ahead and picks up his stuff and throws it on his bed.I don’t know why we do that. My mom’d call that reinforcing bad behavior, but I guess we all can empathize with him.”

“Empathize?”

“Yeah…. He does this periodically, but he never gets laid… and as that’s pretty much the case with all of us, we have some empathy! Poor dude. One day he’s gonna get laid… and, oh my god I just realized when that day comes we’re gonna have to hear about it for months!” Charlie smiled and even chuckled.

More yelling could be discerned from the hall bathroom:

“Dude! Move! I gotta shower quick and get to Beth’s dorm before she changes her mind.”

“Take it easy, bro! I’m almost done. There’s room, and 30 more seconds won’t make any difference. It’s not like you’re actually gonna get laid anyway. We’ve all seen this picture before.”

“You’ll be eating those words when I get back and all the come’s been drained outta my balls.”

“Whatever.”

There was some movement, a change in the shower pressure, and a minute later a large, red-haired fellow emerged wearing a towel around his waist. He looked at Chris’s clothes on the hall floor and rolled his eyes. “That fucker! He always does this, and it never works for him. Oh well, maybe this time’ll be different.”

Charlie turned to Skye: “Wanna do your good deed for today? Let’s help the poor guy out and pick up his clothes.” Skye started ask why but then thought better of it. He walked to the end of the hall and picked up Chris’s jockstrap and shorts while Charlie grabbed the other gear. He opened the door to Chris’s room and tossed his clothes on his bed.

“Ya know,” said Charlie, “I think I get why he’s so outta control. He told me once that, as an observant Mormon, he’s not allowed to… ya know… take care of his needs.”

“What needs?” asked Skye

“You know…. ‘needs’.” He made a fist just like Kirk had in the locker room, put it between his legs and pumped it back and forth. “That’s why he’s so desperate. Hell, I think it even bothers him that I spend so much of my time here naked…. Although now that I think of it, he does strip and run down the hall naked a lot. I guess that’s just some other way of expressing himself, sincere’s so repressed otherwise. I wonder if I oughtta ask my psychology prof about it.” Charlie snorted at this idea and then asked aloud as if in meeting: “Um Professor, I got a hall mate who always strips and runs naked to the showers. I think it’s because he’s Mormon and hasn’t been laid yet. What do you think?” Charlie stared into space, mutely completing his scenario.

Skye looked at him and then said, “Well, I guess we’ve done our part. I’m going back to the room.” He returned and sat on his bed, thinking about how his day had been so far. He heard the patter of naked feet on the hall floor and knew that Chris was in his room getting dressed for his big evening, so he was surprised when he heard a knock on the open door.

“Guys! Ya gotta help me!” Chris stood there naked, his cock half hard and his balls rising; clearly, he’d had to deal with them in the shower. “I don’t have any fucking underwear that’s clean!”

“I guess you not only don’t have any fucking underwear, you also don’t have any fucking underwear!” quipped Charlie. “What do you expect me to do about it?”

“Dude! I’d help you out. I can’t go on this date without clean underwear. I’ve heard she’s super picky, and I can’t go wearing stretched out grimy briefs or whatever.”
“Chris, if you ever listened, you’d know I don’t own any underwear. I go commando when I go out and, as you should know, I spend almost all my time here nude, so I can’t help you.”

“Fuck! What am I gonna do? I’m gonna die if I don’t get laid!”

“Well,” returned Charlie, “I just remembered. I have this.” He got up and went to his top drawer and pull out… a G string whose pouch was designed to look like a tuxedo, complete with bowtie. Charlie grinned. I got this at a party last semester. You want this?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Cried Chris. “ I can’t go on a date wearing that. The minute she undoes my pants, she see it and laugh and then get angry.”

Skye almost said, “Then why are you so desperate about her? She sounds like a pain in the ass.”

Chris gritted his teeth. He then turned to Skye and seemed to register his presence for the first time. Charlie saw this and said, “Well, since you didn’t give me half a second to introduce you, this is Skye, my roomie. Skye, this is Chris.” And yet again, Skye had to stand to shake hands with a naked guy. He mused to himself, “I wonder if I’ll spend my entire first term shaking hands with nudists.”

“Hey, Skye… you don’t have any underwear I could borrow, do you?”

This could hardly have been asked at a worse time. Skye was too embarrassed to let Chris and Charlie know that he had only one pair of briefs. And he certainly couldn’t lend out Kirk’s boxer briefs.

“Dude!” said Charlie. “You just met the guy."

“I know,” said Chris, “ but I gotta do something.”

“Sorry, man,” said Skye. “I don’t have any underwear to lend.” He kept a flinty look on his face so there’d be no further questioning.

“But you just got here, didn’t you?” asked Chris. “Don’t you have any clean pairs?”

“Look I told you I don’t have any, okay?" Skye could feel the all too familiar flush of shame creeping back up his face.

Charlie intervened: “Bro, you’re just gonna have to go commando. Once she sees your dick, she won’t care about what kind of underwear you’re wearing… or not wearing. Now go pull a pair of jeans over that cock of yours and leave us alone.”

Chris stared for a moment but recognized his defeat and withdrew to his room.

“Man,” laughed Charlie, “that guy’s a pain in the ass…though it’s hard to dislike him.”

 

[Hornynow]

This is fucking inspiring. There is almost nothing as powerful in the world as guys who'll take other guys under their wings.
I have writen a lengthy fictional piece about this kind of atmosphere but on a college wrestling team. It's not porn; more like bromance. It creates a world where guys are cool with whatever natural guy stuff happens: erections in the showers, naked dudes horsing around, etc. Lemme know if you're interested.

Sounds hot.

 

[Redsucked02]

Would you like me to post the next chapter?

Yes please!

 

[Opinionman]

Next Chapter
Skye just smiled faintly. He sat on his bed, kind of staring into space, and then gradually became aware that Charlie had settled back in his desk chair, naked, and picked up his book again. Skye, still in his borrowed boxer briefs, got up, rummaged through his paper bag and extracted a toothbrush and toothpaste and without a word padded down the hall to the bathroom.

When he returned, he saw Charlie had not moved an inch. Skye was beginning to feel a little ill at ease; he had made considerable progress with being comfortable with other guys' nudity just that afternoon, but in a tight dorm room with just one other guy, he sensed his shyness returning.

"Guess I'll hit the hay," he remarked to his roommate, whose mind was miles away. Skye rolled his eyes at the hoedown, corny expression and pulled back the sheets. He had considered changing into his white briefs, but he didn't want the commentary.

Without even lifting his eyes from his book, Charlie remarked, "You gonna sleep in those?"

"Uh, sure... Why not?" responded Skye feeling the heat of embarrassment creeping up his neck.

"Oh, no reason. I just don't get why guys don't sleep naked. Unless you're like me, fuckin' nude all the time, that means you spend 90% of your time with elastic around your waist, and that seems like a pain. You should try sleeping naked, man."

"Oh. Well..." Skye was flummoxed. " Maybe I'll give that a try some time." He hastily rolled into bed and pulled up the sheet.

"Well, your timing's perfect. I'm finished reading." Charlie snapped his book shut, stood up, stretched in the lamp light so Skye could see every inch of his impressive cock and balls. Charlie couldn't have been more unselfconscious. He grabbed his shaving kit and, balls swinging, marched down the hall. Skye settled back.

Within a couple of hours of falling asleep, Skye began to be troubled. He thrashed about and moaned. His body seemed under the control of some outside force. He kicked a little, twisted, let a groan or two escape, continued vocalizing as his hips began to buck and with one formidable moan he woke himself up, just in time to feel his erect penis spurting all over his boxer briefs.

This last groan woke up Charlie. "Hey, dude," he asked, "you okay?"

Skye could barely answer through gritted teeth as his orgasm began slowly to subside.

"Uh, sure.... Was I making noise? Sorry, man."

“Welll…you were kinda groaning pretty loud. You're sure you're okay?"

"Yup. Fine. Just, ya know, an intense dream."

"Yeah, I know," said Charlie. "I've had 'intense dreams' of my own sometimes..."

A silence ensued.

"So..." Skye didn't know what to do. Should he change? That would be excruciatingly embarrassing, but if he didn't--and if he didn't clean up the underwear--the stains would be a dead giveaway. He cleared his throat, then said nothing.

Charlie broke the silence: "Dude, you don't have to worry."

"Worry?" asked Skye awkwardly. "Why would I worry about a dream?"

"Skye," continued Charlie. "This is no big deal. Every guy on this hallway’s had a wet dream before. Hell, a couple of them are probably having them now." He grinned

"Oh fuck," moaned Skye. "Was it that obvious?"

"Well yeah," said Charlie. "I've had 'em and I know what they're like. I mean, it's not such a problem, is it? So you jizzed in a pair of boxer-briefs. You can clean ‘em tomorrow, if you want. I actually know a good way to do that, if you wanna learn."

"Sure. Yeah. Thanks," answered Skye. "Thanks for being so cool about it."

"Dude, every guy on this hall, in this dorm, on this campus, is horny as fuck ALL THE TIME. It's no wonder we jizz in the night half the time. We're a brotherhood. We gotta stick together. Or at least stick to ourselves!” He chuckled at his joke.

Skye laughed at that one. The laugh reduced his tension and he made a courageous move. "It's just that... well, these boxer briefs aren't mine."

"Well, whose are they, some dude on the team whose underwear you swiped?" Again, Charlie chuckled.

“Nah, but they do belong to a guy on the team: Kirk."

"Why do you have Kirk's boxer briefs?" asked Charlie.

"It's embarrassing, man."

"Fuck that. Just tell me, dude."

"You know I came from the Rez, right? Well, we were fuckin’ dirt poor. The truth is, I only have one pair of underwear: old white briefs."

Another silence fell, broken after a moment by Charlie.

"So how did Kirk find that out?"

"He saw I only had this paper bag, and I was about to pull on my briefs to wrestle in when he asked about it. I didn't wanna tell him, but I did, and he showed me that the school supplied jockstraps. Then at the end of practice, he gave me this pair of unworn boxer briefs, and now they've got fuckin’ come all over the front."

"Man, I wish you'd told me," said Charlie. "I'd have lent you a pair."

"I thought you didn't have any like you told Chris."

"Well, I kinda lied to him. I know he'd never give 'em back if I lent them. Do you wanna borrow them? I may have lied about owning them, but I was telling the truth about going commando all the time."

"Naw. Thanks, but I think I'll just pull on my briefs."

"Your call, man, but for fuck's sake why not just sleep nude? I'm tellin' ya. It's the best option."

A third silence in the dark. Without a word, Skye stood up, pulled the damp and sticky boxer briefs off and tossed them on the floor. he turned to his grocery bag, paused, and with a shrug that his roommate couldn't see, climbed back into bed, willing to try sleeping in the nude for the first time.

 

[Opinionman]

Like a sea mammal slowing rising to the surface of the ocean, Skye's consciousness began to stir languidly. At a certain point he became aware of two things. First, he was awake without having realized when it happened. Second, his penis was as hard as he could ever remember it being. He was used to waking up with morning wood; it happened all the time. But this time the intensity and urgency of his penis was beyond anything he had every known. He lay there, not knowing quite what to do. He had to take a piss, of course, but he certainly wasn't going to get up with a dick that was a dead giveaway.

As he lay there, trying to deflate, he became aware that Charlie was stirring. A moment later, his roommate yawned, and with one swift motion tossed his covers aside. Of course, Skye already knew that Charlie wasn't shy or self-conscious, but it nonetheless surprised him to see his roommate, who apparently was possessed of instant energy, literally jump out of bed, his own erection on full display and bouncing up and down as he moved.

Charlie tugged on his ballsac and gave his cock a couple of good-morning strokes and grabbed his bathroom kit, marched to the room door, tugged it open, and having misjudged the distance momentarily, actually knocked the door into his jutting penis.

"Yipes! Cold!" he muttered and then walked into the hall and down to the bathroom.

Skye lay there trying to think of anything he possibly could to reduce his erection: violent war scenes, embarrassing moments from childhood, fights... and after a few minutes his dick had become more manageable. He really had to piss now but he had to make a choice. He knew that marching to the bathroom in tidy-why tease would draw comments he just didn't want to hear, but he also knew that wearing Kirk's boxer briefs with the come stains in them would invite even more pointed commentary.

He looked around and saw the boxer briefs and grabbed them for inspection. To his surprise, the come spurts seem to have landed on the inside waistband and kind of on one leg, so they weren't immediately obvious to a casual observer. He got up quickly before Charlie returned and pulled on the underwear. His cock at this point was mostly flaccid... but then he recalled the comments in the locker room from the day before--that he apparently had a penis that was much bigger than average. Well, there was nothing to be done about it now. He tried to pull the boxer briefs a little lower so his penis wouldn't be quite so noticeable. He padded to the door and entered the hallway.

Must have been some kind of cosmic rhythmic dance going on; the moment he entered the hall, half a dozen guys opened their room doors, almost like they'd rehearsed it. With a few grunts and even a barely distinguishable "good morning" from one of the better raised guys, all of them stumbled to the bathroom. What caught Skye by surprise is that without exception every guy there had morning wood, and none of them seemed to give it a second thought. A couple of them wore loose boxers whose front tented out thanks to their morning erections. One guy had on striped boxer briefs, another just plain black pouch briefs and two others were completely naked. Not a one of them made a comment about their erections that filled the hall.

Stunned, but desperate, Skye followed them to the bathroom which had three urinals, one stall and a small shower area with three heads that were already running hot water.

"Fuck, I gotta piss," muttered one redheaded fellow; pale skin and super defined abs. "Move over."

"Can't, dude. I'm in the middle of pissing myself... Well, not "pissing myself" if you know what I mean!" A couple of chuckles were emitted at this lame joke, but mostly the guys were waking up still. "Just come share the urinal if you're that desperate."

"Ok, thanks, man." The redhead scooted in between the dark-haired fellow and another crew cut guy, pulled his hard shaft over the waistband of his boxer briefs, and aimed it at the urinal.

There was a small guy there, maybe only 5'5" and wearing wire-rimmed glasses, even at this point of the morning. He had sandy brown hair and an intelligent look. He was the one wearing the briefs. "Who the hell designed this?" he asked.

"Designed what?" responded one of the others.

"Our dicks! I guess there's a reason she's called MOTHER Nature. No guy would design a system where you wake up hard every morning but can't piss BECAUSE you're hard. It's fucked up. And it's not like my dick's such a monster that it takes an hour to go down, but still. It's fuckin’ inconvenient." To prove his point, he yanked down the front of his briefs and out popped a small, erect penis. It seemed proportional to his overall size: maybe 5 inches max, but notably stiff. He pivoted his hips, causing the cock to sway back and forth hitting each thigh in turn. The other guys laughed, having all done this exact thing themselves in the journey of self-discovery that puberty had created.

"Oh quit whining, ya pussy. Your dick's your dick. Gotta love it."

"Yeah, I know. And I do.... ya know, for the most part."

A tall lean fellow wearing boxers said, "Well, if it's any consolation, I think your dick looks awesome. Ya know, aesthetically, since you're Mr. Philosopher.

"Thank you, my man," replied the brief wearer. "I shall take it as a kindness." He put his hand to his bare chest and made a mock theatrical bow of courtesy.

Suddenly, Skye heard a voice whispering in his ear. "That's Alex. He's kind of our resident intellectual. He's not really on a team, but he works out and we lobbied for him to be admitted to the athletes' dorm. Kinda funny. Kinda nerdy. Kinda small."

Skye said nothing. At that point, a urinal opened up and he approached it and pulled out his penis. A minute later, relieved after his morning piss, he turned around and took in the scene. Naked dudes just talking, waiting to shower, other dudes with erections, brushing their teeth, a couple of guys returning to bed. Only one of them, a giant of a fellow with messy dark curled hair and notably thick eyelashes, let his eyes linger on Skye and then drop to look at Kirk's boxer briefs. For a moment, Skye panicked, thinking the evidence of his dream was obvious, but after what was a stare perhaps a little too long, the fellow turned and walked out into the hallway.

Skye returned to his room and changed into his brief. He waited till Charlie returned and then cleared his throat.

Charlie beat him to the punch. "Yeah, I told you about cleaning jizz out of underwear. Lemme show you.”

 

[Opinionman]

Ch. 9:
Charlie and Skye headed towards the dorm bathroom, Skye's borrowed boxer briefs in his hand, a little rumpled up so if any of the guys saw it, they wouldn't see the jizz on them. They entered the bathroom and Charlie turned on the water in one of the sinks. He had brought a small plastic squeeze bottle with him.

"Here's what my dad taught me to do," he said. Skye was taken aback at this but decided to hold his question. Charlie soaked the underwear in water, lifted them and wrung them out, and then squirted some of the bottle's content on the come spots he noticed. A sightly acrid odor instantly permeated the air. He did this without the slightest hint of repugnance; indeed, Skye was learning that his roommate was utterly cool about seemingly everything. No subject was taboo, apparently, and no helpful gesture too small. Oddly, and perhaps impressively, while Charlie did all this, his erection maintained it notable rigor.

"Squirt this here and let it soak in for a few minutes, then wring it out again, dunk it, squeeze the water out and let it dry. You should probably also run it through the wash with your other clothes."

Skye winced slightly. This remark just reminded hum of how few other clothes he had. He had, however, by dint of careful management, saved enough money in quarters to have it ready for a few washings. Beyond that, he had no plans.

The door creaked open and in shlumped a gargantuan denizen of the dorm: easily 6'6", with bulging biceps, massive quads, a chest like a breastplate. He was wearing classic loose boxers and didn't seem to realize his penis was hanging out of the fly, an impressive slab on display.

"Hey, dude," he managed to mutter, sleep still inhabiting his face. "What's that's sme...?... Oh, yeah. Did somebody jizz in their boxers last night?"

Flames of embarrassment shot up Skye's neck as seemed to have happened regularly in the past 24 hours. The other guy took no notice. "Man, we're just a bunch of horny fuckers here, aren't we! Was it you, dude? My names Wells, by the way. Did you just move in with Mr. Nudist Colony here?"

Skye automatically shook hands yet again, though this time the other guy was not completely naked, as had been the case before. "Skye," he said.

"You just moved in, right? Wasn't Kirk with you? You a wrestler?"

"Yes, Kirk helped me move in a bit. He's kinda my mentor."

"Lucky you, man. He's cool."

"I'm gonna guess," ventured Skye, "that you play football."

"Three years on varsity, buddy. Dunno what I'm gonna do after I graduate this year."

"Maybe," piped in Charlie as he finished twisting the boxer briefs, "you could try studying AFTER college, since you don't do it now."

"I got only one thing to study, dude," smirked the muscle mountain, "and it's this." He reached inside the waistband of his boxers, but then saw that his penis was already exposed. He grabbed it at the base, marched up behing Charlie's naked ass, and cock-thwacked his butt a few times. "There! Now you can study it too."

As usual, Charlie kept his cool. "Bet that's not the first time this morning you slung your schlong around, am I right?"

"Nope!" grinned Wells. "Speaking of," he directed at Skye, "are you the guy that shot your load in those boxer briefs? Was it a wet dream or just you gettin off in bed?"

Skye still was not used to the directness of questions from some of the guys, so again the thermometer of shame rose in his face. He stammered, "Well, it was..."

Wells didn't let him answer: "Whatever, man. it's all good. I had a wet dream last week. Abso-fucking-lutely soaked my boxers. Shouldda had the Maid Charlie here clean 'em up for me."

"Whatever you say," said the phlegmatic Charlie as he smoothly, almost carelessly, and without turning around, pointed the bottled behind him, squeezed, and shot vinegar right at Well's hanging dick.

"Yeow! That's cold, man!" yelled Wells with a big grin plastered on his face. "You'll never get it hard with frigid stuff like that!"

"Wasn't my intent," answer Charlie. "Cmon, Skye, let's go back. And Wells, if I catch you jacking off in the shower..."

Wells grinned again. "No one ever catches me... unless i want 'em to! Nice to meetcha, Skye." He turned his back, shucked off his boxers, tossed them on a hook, and turned on the shower. As the other two walked down the hall, they could hear him singing some fight song off key.

"He and I give a lot of shit to each other," said Charlie, "but he's a pretty cool dude."

In the room, Skye took his wet boxers and hung them over the frame of his bed to dry. "Hey," he said, "did you say your DAD taught you how to clean up this stuff?"

"Yeah, why? Didn't yours? I just figured all dads did that."

Skye reddened again and his eyes darkened. "I... I didn't have a dad."

A silence, all the heavier because it came on the heels of such humorous banter, descended like a black cloak over the room. A few moments passed. Then Charlie: "I'm sorry, man."

Skye stood in further silence, thinking about the times he ached to have a father to model being a man, to play games, to teach how to start a fire, or even play with Legos. Anything. He was accustomed to this sorrow, however, and retrieved himself a moment later. "It's okay, man. How could you know?" Another moment then: "So was your dad this up front about everything?"

"Everything," shrugged his roomate. "He talked to be about masturbation when I was a kid, didn't exactly show me how but did explain what is was like. I got my nudity vibe from him, for sure. I grew up with him naked a lot."

"Ya know," responded Skye,"to be honest, i can't believe how calm you are about shit. Nothing fazes you, does it? Not even a hard on in the hallway."

"Hard-on in the Hallway. I think I'll write a song with that title." He grinned. "But yeah, I think I got my chill factor from him, and I figure we're all guys here, we have boners all the time, we all beat off, we all have sex dreams, I hate clothes and... well fuck yeah.... that's who I was raised to be."

Skye pondered this as he pulled on his T-shirt and said, "Amazing. Well, I gotta go over the financial aid office. I'll see you later. Thanks for the cleaning up. That will make it easier when I have to return the boxer briefs to Kirk."

"No problem, buddy. I'm here for ya. And probably Kirk couldn't give a crap about your jizzing in his underwear. If he was willing to lend it, he probably figured you couldn't keep your hands off that huge cock---don't start! It's not like I didn't notice--and that you'd have come in them sooner or later. I'll bet he does it all the time. You need directions to the Financial Aid Office?"

"No, thanks," said Skye. "I saw it on the map. See ya later. And thanks again."

He pulled on his sneakers and walked out the door and down the stairs, thinking about the past hour.

 

[ibz1492]

Sounds hot.

This is exactly what we all wish for --- acceptance of a natural, bond that all males share. I feel it with so many of my friends, and we often stifle that desire to take the attraction even one tiny step farther. So sad.

 

[Hornynow]

This is exactly what we all wish for --- acceptance of a natural, bond that all males share. I feel it with so many of my friends, and we often stifle that desire to take the attraction even one tiny step farther. So sad.

Well people are afraid that the attraction is always gay. So called straight people that fear is real

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 10:


Skye had only gotten about 5 steps down when he realized he'd forgotten his room key, so he turned around, walked back down the hall, opened the door--his roommate, naked of course, didn't even look up but just gestured to the top of the dresser where Skye's key was, and kept reading. However, even the phlegmatic Charlie couldn't help responding to the door across the hall slamming open, and a leaping Chris e hall landing in his room, yelling "Fuck Yeah! FUUUUUUCK!! I Got SO laid last night, man! Fuckin fuckin fuckin A!!"

Charlie resumed his studious pose but was interested: "So she did it, huh? Congrats, man!"

Chris responded: " 'Did it'?" I'LL say she did! Ya know how I flipped out about my underwear being clean last night? Turns out you were right; she didn't give a crap. We started making out and I could feel her diamond hard nipples through her shirt and I could hear her breath, man, and before I knew it, I felt her hand on my cock through my jeans... started leaking like crazy. Long story, short, within about 3 minutes that babe was on her knees and licking and sucking my cock, man. It was awesome. She's actually kind of a slut, turns out, and not as picky as I thought."

Charlie continued his queries: "So she sucked you off. Nice. I mean, DID she suck you OFF? or just work it for a while?"

Chris answered, "Oh no, man. She sucked me OFF! I pulled out and shot all over her tits. Then slid my dick back between 'em. Round two we fucked for about an hour, then we went to sleep, and this morning she swallowed by cock again. I'm fucking drained."

Charlie smirked. "Uh huh. .. drained.... You don't look too drained to me." Indeed, Chris was standing there in tight boxers and an obvious erection. The other two guys kind of smiled; both of them were starting to rise.

"Anyway," said Charlie, "no thanks to you assholes who wouldn't even lend a bro some underwear." He winked.

Skye said, "Well, like I told you..."

"Shhhh," said Charlie. "I'll give you a pass this time, but next time...." He wagged his finger like a scolding schoolmaster.

"I'm off to the showers, dudes. Wish me luck!"

Charlie called, "You'll need it! Wells is in there, and you know how much space he takes up."

"Yeah, I know," said Charlie, "but he's usually so busy beating off he doesn't even notice other guys in the shower, so I should be safe." He grinned. "See ya, dudes."

Despite having encountered virtually nothing but surprises the past 24 hours, Skye nonetheless found himself agog. The guys he knew from the Rez would never have been so blunt about sex. Skye didn't know what to think, except to ponder what it must have been like. He had never had sex with anyone, but the reaction of his penis to mere words coming from Chris's lips told him his body was ready for it.

Ch 11: The Bookstore

Skye walked briskly to the dining hall. A natural introvert, he felt he had had about as much company as he could sustain for the moment, so he grabbed a breakfast sandwich and an iced tea and wandered off away from the hall. He found a bench not far from the back of the campus bookstore and had just unwrapped the sandwich and taken his first bite when he heard voices raised in irritation.

An older man's voice rang out: "MISTER Hanson, I have told you this twice before. If you're going to work in my bookstore, you will be on time and NOT be hung over."

"I know, sir, but I'm just... could you keep your voice down? I'm sorry I'm late but I ..."

"Don't you tell me to keep my voice down, young man. This is it. You are no longer employed here. Leave and don't come back."

"But..."

There was no response. Skye gulped his bite and, overcome with curiosity, he snuck around to the back area. There he saw a middle-aged man, tall, muscular, but with something of a gut--typical of men who were athletes in their youth who over time retained their eating but not their exercising habits. He was wearing a red polo shirt and khaki pants. He was clearly the manager, and the owner of the other voice was a scraggly looking 20-year-old who seemed rather unsteady.

Skye watched as the younger man looked around as if for legal aid and then simply walked away. A moment later, Skye heard the manager exclaim to the air, "Crap! Of course he had to blow it at inventory time. I'm already short-staffed. What the hell am I gonna do?"

Through some inexplicable process, Skye suddenly felt instinctually that his life was leading up to this seemingly insignificant moment. Introvert though he was, he stepped forward and boldly said, "Excuse me, sir. I'm sorry. I couldn't help overhearing. I guess that guy wasn't too dependable, huh?"

The manager stared at him and quietly said, "You could say that, young man."

"I also heard you're short-handed. I worked at the Rez store in high school Maybe I could help you." This was a complete fabrication.Skye was not usually a liar, but it seemed that all kind of changes for him had been in the works for the past 24 hours so he was surprisingly unsurprised at his brazenness.

"Oh?" The manager seemed interested. Here was a potential solution. "Well, all right, come into the store and we'll talk." He took another look at Skye and saw a dark-skinned sincere young man with a muscular body. As an ex-athlete, he appreciated the work that must have been involved.


After a few minutes of conversation, the manager, Mr. Williams, had taken a liking to Skye and had hired him then and there. Skye had mentioned he had an appointment with the Financial Aid office that morning and wrestling practice in the afternoon, but that he could give the store his efforts in his free time. They agreed to 15-20 hours a week, and Skye went to work immediately in the clothing department.

"Ok, so we just got a big shipment, so I need you to unpack all these items and put them on the rack, nicely displayed, mind you," said Mr. Williams.

"Yes, sir," responded Skye, and he turned and grabbed a cardboard box, set it on the floor, and opened it up. Mr. Williams saw that Skye was careful, so he left him to it to attend to other matters.

The box contained men's underwear, and Skye was astonished to see a fairly large number of white Jockey briefs, the kind he himself wore but which no other guys there did. "Why do they have these?" he wondered. "Don't they know most guys don't wear them." With the instructions he had had a few minutes earlier, Skye grabbed the clipboard with the inventory list and checked off the number of packages as he placed them on the shelves. Once all the items on the list were accounted for, he found that there was one pair of orange medium boxer briefs still in the box. He rechecked the figures, recounted the packages, and was convinced there was an error on the shipping end. There was one extra pair of underwear. Then it hit him. If the official stats said there were 32 pairs in the box, but there were actually 33, who would know about the extra pair? A kind of ethical battle ensued in his heart. If no one knew and he took the extra pair, where was the harm? True, it wasn't honest, but he knew the phrase "victimless crime," and as a Native American he was well aware of the damage victimhood could do, and taking an extra pair of boxer brief wasn't that!

Fearing that Mr. Williams might return, Skye cast his die, ripped open the plastic on the extra pair, rolled the boxer briefs up and stuffed them in his pocket. He crammed the plastic wrap in his other pocket just as Mr. Williams returned.

"Great, Skye. They look good. Hopefully some of the guys here on campus will buy a few pairs. I know when I was in college guys were always losing their underwear, or they'd go home and forget to bring 'em back, or whatever. Frankly, Im' surprised they sent us tidy whites. Do guys still wear those?"

Taken aback at the candor, but then remembering how many times he'd been stunned at how up front people were about personal matters, he stammered, "W-w-well, I've only been here a day."

"Yeah, but if you're wrestling I know you've already started practice, so you must have seen. Tidy whites?"

"To be honest, Mr. Williams, I do wear white briefs...." the embarrassment started to reddenhis face, "but I did notice most guys go for boxer briefs."

"Yeah, that's what I thought. I mean, I wore them back in college myself...I think we're supposed to have 32 of these. Can I see the inventory?"

Skye showed him the paperwork on the clipboard, hoping against hope that he hadn't miscounted. If he had, and they were one short, there'd be all kinds of hell to pay, he felt sure. After all, he couldn't exactly whip out the boxer-briefs he had in his pocket and triumphantly exclaim, "Here's the missing pair!"

With practiced eye and hand, Mr. Williams reviewed the list and counted the packages at lightning speed. "All here," he exclaimed. Inwardly, Skye breathed a sigh of relief. "Say, don't you have to get to your appointment? Can you return afterwards and do some more work? Man, you were a real find, I gotta tell ya." As a former college ball player, Mr. Williams knew the power of a compliment from an older man to a younger, so he was happy to offer his remark to Skye.

"Yessir. Thank you. I'll see you in about an hour."

"That'll be fine, Skye. Oh, I guess the stars were in your favor. Today's the last day of the pay period, and since we STILL haven't converted fully to computers, I still write the checks, so I just wanted you to know you'll get your first check at the end of the day. Not bad, eh?" He grinned.

Skye kept his emotions under control. "That'd be great, sir. Thank you." He turned with panting heart and left the store. A paycheck! He could scarcely believe it. With a new pair of underwear in his pocket, a drying pair back in his room that he could give to Kirk, and the prospect of money at the end of the day, he was elated as he walked to the financial aid office.

Skye had had plenty of misfortunes in his young life, the result of circomestance: the Rez, his asbent father, shameful poverty. So he was unaccustomed to good things happening in sequence, but the paycheck and the boxerbriefs had apparently set up some momentum, for his meeting with the Financial Aid Officer consisted of a short conversation in which the Officer informed him that, at the wrestling coach's behest, the University was increasing the size of Skye's grant, greatly reducing any debt he might accrue. The truth was, Skye's mind was on the boxer briefs rolled up and jammed in his pockets, and so he barely processed the good news... except for the key line, "So this will mean your education is will be less expensive. Good news, Skye!"

He shook hands with the Officer, thanked him, and left, floating on air. A few minutes later his practical side returned and he set out for the bookstore. Upon arrival before he went to see Mr. Williams, he found the men's room, went into a stall, unfurled the orange boxer briefs, pulled off his shorts and white brief, and pulled on the boxer brief, which clung to him like a second skin. He could see the outline of his cock and balls clearly, and though used to their size ever since puberty, he began to reflect on what others guys saw in comparison. So many guys had already made comments that he began to see with new eyes that he was blessed with something all guys wish for: a massively impressive penis and large, low-hanging testicles.

Looking at the outline, his dick began to stiffen, and he knew that he'd be horny the rest of the day. Though tempted, I gritted his teeth and muttered, "I can't beat off now! Not here!'

Then he realized he would need to do something about his trusty graying brief. Though it seemed ridiculous, he pulled it on over the boxer brief, figuring that was less conspicuous than making a bulge, rolled up in a pocket.

He reported to Mr. Williams, who gave him a variety of tasks and who, it was evident, was very pleased to have found an employee like this. After a few hours, Skye reminded him, "Sir, I have to go to wrestling practice shortly."

"Of course, Skye. I hadn't forgotten. You can stop and I'll give you your check, ok?" He walked into his office, pulled out the check book and scribbled the pay in the box on the check. To Skye, this document looked like Holy Scripture. It meant everything had changed.

Mr. Williams handed him the check and said, "Have a good practice, Skye. Come here tomorrow morning at 9:30 and we'll work out a schedule."

"Thank you, sir," said Skye, who took the check, folded it without looking, and put it in his pocket. He realized he didn't have time to return to the dorm before practice so he headed to the locker room, bursting with pride and happiness. In this state of euphoria, he had forgotten one thing.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch. 12: The Bookstore and the Locker room.

Skye had had plenty of misfortunes in his young life, the result of circumstance: the Rez, his absent father, shameful poverty. So he was unaccustomed to good things happening in sequence, but the paycheck and the boxerbriefs had apparently set up some momentum, for his meeting with the Financial Aid Officer consisted of a short conversation in which the Officer informed him that, at the wrestling coach's behest, the University was increasing the size of Skye's grant, greatly reducing any debt he might accrue. The truth was, Skye's mind was on the boxer briefs rolled up and jammed in his pockets, and so he barely processed the good news... except for the key line, "So this will mean your education will be less expensive. Good news, Skye!"

He shook hands with the Officer, thanked him, and left, floating on air. A few minutes later his practical side returned and he set out for the bookstore. Upon arrival, before he went to see Mr. Williams, he found the men's room, went into a stall, unfurled the orange boxer briefs, pulled off his shorts and white brief, and pulled on the boxer brief, which clung to him like a second skin. He could see the outline of his cock and balls clearly, and though used to their size ever since puberty, he began to reflect on what others guys saw in comparison. So many guys had already made comments that he began to see with new eyes that he was blessed with something all guys wish for: a massively impressive penis and large, low-hanging testicles.

Looking at the outline, his dick began to stiffen, and he knew that he'd be horny the rest of the day. Though tempted, he gritted his teeth and muttered, "I can't beat off now! Not here!'

Then he realized he would need to do something about his trusty graying brief. Though it seemed ridiculous, he pulled it on over the boxer brief, figuring that was less conspicuous than making a bulge, rolled up in a pocket.

He reported to Mr. Williams, who gave him a variety of tasks and who, it was evident, was very pleased to have found an employee like this. After a few hours, Skye reminded him, "Sir, I have to go to wrestling practice shortly."

"Of course, Skye. I hadn't forgotten. You can stop and I'll give you your check, ok?" He walked into his office, pulled out the check book and scribbled the pay in the box on the check. To Skye, this document looked like Holy Scripture. It meant that everything had changed.

Mr. Williams handed him the check and said, "Have a good practice, Skye. Come here tomorrow morning at 9:30 and we'll work out a schedule."

"Thank you, sir," said Skye, who took the check, folded it without looking, and put it in his pocket. He realized he didn't have time to return to the dorm before practice so he headed to the locker room, bursting with pride and happiness. In this state of euphoria, however, he had forgotten one thing.

He swung open the locker room door and scuttled down the steps, in a hurry to be punctual. There must have been a spring in his movement as he stepped up to his locker, for Kirk instantly remarked, "Whoa-hoa! Somebody seems a lot more upbeat than yesterday. What's going on?" His grin--which he himself knew was his best resource in the never-ending flirtation that made up a good deal of his day--instantly set Skye at ease. No one, it seems, is immune to beauty and how it invites our secrets.

"Got a job, dude!"

"Great!" exclaimed Kirk. "Where?"

"Bookstore. I heard this dude getting fired this morning and before I knew it, I was talking with the manager, Mr. Williams, and he hired me on the spot." Skye paused. "I mean, I did kind of imply I'd worked on the Rez store, which isn't true, but he seemed to like my work and..." He paused.

"And what?" asked Kirk. Something about Skye's manner seemed just slightly askew.

"And..... uh... I got... yeah, a paycheck. The first day!"

"Always good to get a paycheck, that's for sure."

"Dude, you have no idea what this is like. I never had ANY money. And now I've got--" He pulled the folded paycheck out of his pocket--sixty bucks! I guess that's six hours at ten bucks per. Fuck, man. This is a fortune."

"That's awesome, man. But you're not working full time, are you? What about...?"

"No, no," interrupted Skye. "Nuthin to worry about there. He knows I have to go to practice. We'll sort all that out tomorrow."

"Cool, " said Kirk. "I was afraid you were gonna quit."

'Quit?" exclaimed Skye. "Man, I'd never quit wrestling. Only thing that keeps me sane."

"That's really great, man. And... hey, was there something else you were gonna say?'

"Uh, no. Oh, except this: The financial aid guy told me I was getting more money. Can you fuckin believe that?"

Kirk looked at him for a moment too long, as if he had some knowledge, but he quickly resumed his public locker room face and smiled. "Cool."

"Oh yeah," said Skye, still a little giddy. "I can give you back your boxer briefs tomorrow, once I run 'em thru the wash, cuz as you might understand, now I can actually buy myself something besides my trusty why tease."

"Yeah, don't worry about that. They were new and probably don't need to be washed. I mean, unless you jizzed in 'em or something!" Kirk grinned his bad-boy grin and chuckled.

His comment felt like a wasp sting on Skye's cheek. He realised he had paused in his response just a fraction of a second too long and might have raised Kirk's suspicions. In the nanoseconds that followed, his brain informed him, almost without his knowing it, that he had two choices and he had to make the right one instantly: get upset and give away the truth, or cover it with locker room humor. Despite not really being the smart-ass that some guys on the team were, he had learned a lot about social currency in the past 24 hours and almost without thinking, he said drily, "Yep. Ya caught me. Jizzed in 'em about a dozen times last night, if I remember...."

Kirk burst out laughing. "Yeah, I figured. With equipment like yours how could ya not? I hope at least you cleaned em."

"Nope," said Skye, adapting to the social game as easily as he did to an opponents unexpected move. "I'm just lettin 'em sit there, all dried up and...."

"Douche bag," laughed Kirk. "I wouldn't doubt it. But hey, we'd better get changed so the Old Man don't yell at us."

In his pride at skillfully having avoided an awkward situation, Skye was blind to the one that was imminent. He unbuckled the belt and let his shorts fall to the ground and only at that moment, with Kirk just a couple of feet away, did he remember he was wearing his tidy whites over his new boxer briefs. It was too late.

"New style, I guess," remarked his mentor wryly. "What the fuck? Did you already spend your pay on new underwear and if you did, then why...?"

"Nothin, man. Just drop it." All Skye's joy vanished. Kirk looked at him a moment longer then turned to get dressed. He and Sky moved about the same pace, to clothes came off, jocks were pulled on, followed by wrestling gear . They tossed their street clothes in their lockers and Kirk said, "Ready?"

Just slightly relieved that Kirk was being so inviting, Skye nodded, slammed his door shut and headed for the wrestling room.

Practice was a demanding affair: constantly repeating basic moves with some more sophisticated techniques thrown in. The guys' gray shirts and shorts were soaked and half the time the groping pulled the shorts down a little and any observer could see jockstrap waistbands, also soaked with sweat. Of course, Skye was too busy working to hold his own with some of the older guys on the team to notice jock waistbands.

"Ok, guys, we're done," the coach finally called out. The team members applauded casually as they always did and breathed a sigh of relief. They appreciated the demands of the Coach but were certainly not unhappy to have such a rigorous workout finally over.

As Skye was leaving the mat, the Coach muttered, "Nice work, Skye. You're looking good" and, in the time-honored practice of wrestling coaches, he patted Skye lightly on his ass.

A little startled, Skye nonetheless had the wherewithal to respond, "Thanks, Coach. See you tomorrow."

The Coach merely looked at him and then turned to talk with one of the other guys.

Skye and Kirk walked out side by side, and Skye, who felt like he was rapidly learning about some social skills he had never had to use, felt an overwhelming urge to say something, so he boldly put his hand on Kirk's arm, held him back so a couple of guys could pass, and said, "Hey, Kirk. Sorry I snapped at you. I was just..."

Kirk smiled that winning smile: "... a little embarrassed? Ya mean cuz you had on two pairs of underwear?"

Skye looked down. "Well, yeah... but there was a reason. I just didn't want...."

"..... to tell me. Look, Skye, I'm your mentor, and you seem like a very cool guy with a history that I just don't think I get yet. But dude, I am here to help you out, and that includes everything from how to open a bank account to listening to girl problems. You don't know this, but we mentors actually get some training in how to listen and help."

A bank account? Oh fuck, thought Skye. I don't even know how to do that.

"Well, okay," said Skye, feeling better. "Thanks. The truth is... well, those boxer briefs I had I kinda... well, stole."

"You STOLE them?! Why??"

"I was so surprised that within minutes of talking to Mr. Williams that I just noticed that, well, the inventory sheet said there was a certain number of boxer briefs, but there was one extra in the box. I triple checked it, man, and I just couldn't help myself."

"Sounds to me like you DID help yourself... to an extra pair of underwear."

"Kirk, do you have any idea what it's like to have NO money at all? To wear the same old briefs day after day?"

"I hear you on that one, buddy. No, I have no idea. That's why I'm listening to you, to understand."

"I just figured, someone in the factory threw an extra pair in the box, there was no indication on the sheet, and I thought 'victimless crime.' I kinda needed it because... well...

"Why didn't you just wear the boxer briefs I .... oh.... oh my god, you actually DID fuckin jizz in them, didn't you?"

For the briefest of moments, Skye thought Kirk was angry but almost instantly he burst out laughing! "You fuckin horn dawg! Just couldn't keep your paws off your cock and balls, could ya! I wonder what your roommie thought."

Skye looked down, ashamed, but he could tell that maybe this wasn't the disaster he thought it was."Charlie? He's the one that woke me up to tell me."

"Woke you up? Ohhh... You mean you had a fuckin wet dream. Well, that's at LEAST a little more polite than just jacking off in borrowed underwear." Kirk laughed out loud. "Dude, I did that so many times as a freshman, it kind of became a dorm joke:I gotta lot of crap from the guys about 'sleepwalking down the hall, into the bathroom, jizzing on the towels'... all that shit. It was kinda funny after a while. Listen, you don't have to worry about this, Skye. You can't help it if you get horny in your sleep. Just clean 'em and give 'em back when you're ready, and now that you have a paycheck you can add to your collection. And jeez, don't worry about the one you 'stole.' No harm, no foul. It's hardly the biggest crime there is."

"Thanks, Kirk. Felt good to get that off my chest."

"Along with all that come from the other night?... Ok, that was lame, I admit." Kirk grinned again and they entered the locker room. Both were quiet in the midst of the din that always occurred as muscled, horny young men, finally released from the discipline of strenuous training, let loose with a barrage of wisecracks, dick jokes, horsing around, half-erections, and singing.

"And I'm glad," offered Kirk, "that you got a break financially with the university." Again, he looked just a moment longer at Skye, and only then did the Native American's memory push through his consciousness and he dimly recalled the Financial Aid Officer saying something about the wrestling coach.I realization dawned on him.

Kirk's friendliness was a huge relief to Skye. The wet dream was apparently no big deal--in fact, it seemed at this college almost nothing between the guys was a big deal, and that alone made Skye grateful. He and Kirk went to their lockers, kicked off their shoes and socks stripped off their sweaty shirts and dropped their sweat-soaked shorts on the bench. Both took a quick stretch in their jocks, which were also soaking wet with sweat.

"Damn!" said Kirk. "Coach can be a real bastard. I'm fucking drenched, especially my jock."

"Mine too," said Skye. "I guess it's normal for the outline of your, you know, equipment to show through the pouch when you've been sweating?"

"Of course," replied his mentor. "Don't you know that all jocks... oh yeah, I forgot you'd never even seen a jock till yesterday. Yeah, they're pretty revealing I guess, but since we're about to drop 'em anyway, I suppose it doesn't matter.... unless some girls come in here pretending to be shocked!"

Skye was silent. He had no experience at all with girls. They remained a mystery to him.

"That shower's gonna feel good," exclaimed Kirk and he pulled his jock waistband off and yanked down the strap, stepped out of it, bent over and tossed it on the bench. Skye was just a second behind them. They grabbed their towels and headed to the shower when they heard a commotion like some kind of battle scene.

"Whoooo-hooooo!!" Brad, Will, and Kevin, whom he'd just barely met yesterday, were busy running around in their jocks and scooping up every athletic supporter they could find.

What's this about?" asked Skye.

"Huh?" said Kirk, distracted about something. "Oh that. Oh yeah, I forgot it was the second day of practice. School tradition: somebody grabs every one of the jockstraps and throws em all in a pile, and you have to fish out your own! It's pretty funny, actually. I mean, the guys on this team are kinda superstitious about their jocks, so they like to have the same one ever day, or even season to season. It's kind of impressive, really. I mean they rummage through a pile of jockstraps and always seem to find their own."

"I suppose it's like having a favorite T-shirt?" asked Skye.

"Yeah, I guess," answered Kirk. "I think the theory is that we're all jocked in this together, so even if we end up with some other guy's jock, it's all a bonding experience. I mean, I kinda get that. It's such a guy thing that it just make sense to me."

"Does that mean," asked Skye, "that our jocks are gone?"

"If I were a bettin' man...." Kirk left his sentence unfinished, its only punctuation that winning flirtatious smile he had.

Something must have happened to the collective male psyche in the locker room and showers because the noise level was deafening, and there were more shenanigans than Skye would have thought possible. Brad had grabbed Kevin's cock and yanked it a few times while both laughed. "Huh! It looks smaller than it did in practice when you were grappling with Andy."

"Look who's talking, shit for brains! You're the one that groped Ted about half a dozen times. I saw it. Don't deny it."

Brad kept laughing. "Yeah, well, he deserved it. I mean, did you hear all that bullshit about his girlfriend yesterday in the locker room": Oh yeah... we fucked all night long and even in the morning..." Ted,a medium weight junior with palefreckeld skin, a mop of copper hair, and pubes that matched, piped up from under his shower : "Well, if you don't believe me, ask her! She'll tell ya. She's kinda slutty that way, just how I like 'em.... Besides," and he grabbed his own cock and balls from the base and waved them at his teammates, "you can easily see why she'd prefer a real man like me, not some little-dicked boy like Bozo here."

Brad still had Kevin's cock in his hand, and eveyone could see it was starting to thicken. Kevin laughed and slapped Brads hand away: "Dude! No more! If I get too turned on, I won't be able to shower up for MY girlfriend!"

Most of the guys in the shower laughed at this, including Ted, who followed up with, "Well, you can get hard as you want. That's not the problem. Now if Skye here starts to bone up, there won't be room in the shower for the rest of us!" More laughted followed and the guys unapologetically looked at Skye as he entered the shower. They remember his penis swinging from side to side on his first day and the impressive ballsac that hung lower than any other guys'. He perceived their glances but was suprisingly unembarrassed. There had been so much interaction based on cocks and balls and jizz in the past 24 hours that he was adapting quickly.

 

[Timothy]

Great story so far.... I pictured myself in there with those guys starting their first gang shower of the season with Skye.... My cock is ready for action now!

I picture Skye’s manhood to look something like this - including his big juicy man balls..

 

[Opinionman]

I picture Skye’s manhood to look something like this - including his big juicy man balls..

Hot photo, man. Shaved low hangers are the best
Shall I continue to post? Is the bro relationship "vibe" satisfactory? As you can see this isn't really porn.

 

[Timothy]

Hot photo, man. Shaved low hangers are the best
Shall I continue to post? Is the bro relationship "vibe" satisfactory? As you can see this isn't really porn.

Hell yes, please continue to post. Qualifying anything as ‘PORN’ when true beauty lies in the eye of the beholder is simply condemnation in my book - and that’s not any judgment on my part but a statement reiterating a pure truth.
Take it or leave it.

 

[Opinionman]

I appreciate your response, man (not to mention the photo in your profile.).
I'm on about Ch 11 but this story has, yes, 99 chapters. Should I continue to post or should I send them in private chats?
I know this'll sound off-putting perhaps, but I have never in my life been as proud of anything I wrote as I am of this story, which, mysteriously, kind of wrote itself. It got a lot of positive reactions on lpsg.com and I just wanna share it, but I wanted to let you know that, like a porn star's penis, it's long.

 

[Timothy]

I appreciate your response, man (not to mention the photo in your profile.).
I'm on about Ch 11 but this story has, yes, 99 chapters. Should I continue to post or should I send them in private chats?
I know this'll sound off-putting perhaps, but I have never in my life been as proud of anything I wrote as I am of this story, which, mysteriously, kind of wrote itself. It got a lot of positive reactions on lpsg.com and I just wanna share it, but I wanted to let you know that, like a porn star's penis, it's long.

Love love LOVE IT!
And, yes, please continue to post it online here. If that doesn’t work out long-term, please send to me personally. I enjoy them very very much. You have a great way with words, a real literary master(bater) of description!

 

[Mick]

I appreciate your response, man (not to mention the photo in your profile.).
I'm on about Ch 11 but this story has, yes, 99 chapters. Should I continue to post or should I send them in private chats?
I know this'll sound off-putting perhaps, but I have never in my life been as proud of anything I wrote as I am of this story, which, mysteriously, kind of wrote itself. It got a lot of positive reactions on lpsg.com and I just wanna share it, but I wanted to let you know that, like a porn star's penis, it's long.

Yes please continue posting here!

 

[Opinionman]

Three chapters.
Ch 15: Second Shower

Skye walked over to a shower head next to Andy and turned on the water. Like every other wrestler, he relished the feeling of hot pumping water on his sore muscies. The guys were yammering about this and that, lots of jokes and laughter, but suddenly above the din of male voices and noise showers, he heard, "All right, Gentlemen! It's time for our annual jock search!"

Skye turned around and saw Brad, Kevin, and Will, the champion goof-arounders of the locker room, standing in the doorway of the shower room in just their jockstraps. They stood shoulder to shoulder in a pose that clearly indicated it wasn't natural or spontaneous. Rather, they stood slightly tensed as though waiting for an entrance on the stage... and in fact, that's precisely what they were doing.

Brad turned his head and called out, "Hit it!" and from somewhere in the locker room a boom box blared out some techno hit from the 90's. The three wrestlers, with mock serious faces, started to step here and there, and swivel their hips in a not-very-good dance "routine" that looked as if they'd put it together in their dorm room for five minutes the night before.

The other guys started to laugh and whoop it up and the jock-clad wrestlers gyrated and did the old bump-and-grind, though not really in sync with each other. Their audience, of course, couldn't have cared less about the style; they just thought it hilarious that their buds were jockin' it up as a prelude for the search.

After about a minute, all three guys turned and faced the same direction, standing in single file, their shoulders to the showers room like passengers queueing up for a bus, : Brad, Will, Kevin. Brad grabbed Will's jock waistband, and Will grabbed Kevin's. Brad quickly turned to Ted and said, "Help me out, bro" and Ted scampered over and stood behind Brad, hands on his waistband. "Do it!" called out Will, who could barely contain his laughter. On command, the other guys yanked hard, and next moment, the jockstraps were around their ankles. They immediately stepped out of them, whirled them around like a lasso, whooped it up, and did a little spontaneous extra dance,heicoptering their dicks to the amusement of the team.

The music faded and Brad called out, "Ok, dude. We've grabbed all your jocks and are gonna add ours to the pile. Ya gotta finish showering in five minutes and then it's the tradition jock pile search. See ya in five!'

The three "dancers" laughed again, bucked their hips at their teammate, who could see that they were getting semi's from the activity, and took off to the locker room.

This was the oddest thing Skye had ever seen, but he couldn't help feeling the electiricy and good humor on the shower room, and he, along with the others, soaped up, eschewed the normal lengthy shower, rinsed, grabbed his towel, dried off at the door, and waited to see what happened next. The more experienced wrestlers, who had been through this the year before, finished and dried as well and congregated at the shower room opening.

Adam addressed the group: "Ok, dudes. Time for a jock search. Remember: you gotta find your sweaty jock from all the ones in the pile. Last one to find it has to make sure everyone's wrestling gear is collected and pinned together with those elastic loops provided by the school. Ready?"

The group took off, searching around the locker room for a pile of sweaty jocks. About 25 guys peered here and there: on top of lockers, under benches, in abandoned lockers with open doors, the coach's office. Finally, Ted let out a whoop: "Found 'em!" They had been stuffed between two right-angle rows of lockers, difficult to perceive unless you were right on top of it. Ted reached into the aperture and pulled out a handful of jocks and tossed them on the bench. He did this three or four times before he got them all, and by then, his teammates--his hunky, muscle bound, dick swinging, masculine teammates--looked for all the world like a bunch of women at Filene's Bargain Basement: each one was grabbing a jock and inspecting it to see if it was his, and if it wasn't, tossing it back into the pile.

Will exclaimed, "Found mine! There ya are, buddy." He grinned but on some level he knew he wasn't the only one who talked to his jock.

Gradually the straps were located by their owners, and it turned out Russell--a huge 6'6" 280 pound senior was last. He'd held onto the wrong strap for a good amount of time before its real owner took Russell's, tossed it down to the end of the row like throwing a distracting bone to a dog, and said, "Yo, Russ. That's yours. You got mine. Fork it over." Russell, none too bright in the strategy department, tossed the jock he had and then went to retrieve his own from the end of the bench, and it was only when he held his sweaty jock in his hand and sniffed it and recognized the aroma of his balls in the pouch that he realized he'd been tricked, for the other guy already had his, and Russell had lost.

He groaned in mock misery, but the other guys just laughed and soon he was grinning. Brad called, "Ok, dudes. Put your jocks back with your gear and our friend Russell here--who, frankly, looks like kind of a wimp"--and at this Russell just flexed his massive biceps--"will organized our gear, looped 'em and put them on the cart, and tomorrow you'll have your stuff ready to go. I myself will inscribe Russell's name in our Jock Search Book for future generations to admire."

The other guys laughed and headed back to their locker to drop their jocks, shorts, shirts and socks in front of their lockers. Skye felt an urge to go up to Russell, whom he hadn't really met yet, and offer to help him, but Kirk engaged him in conversation about opening a bank account the next day, and shortly the window had closed. Skye then figured he might have violated some tradition if he'd volunteered to help the "loser;" and besides, it wasn't that onerous a task, and Russell hadn't complained at all.

"Let's get to the dining hall," said Kirk. "After supper, I have to ask your roomie a question or two."

"Okay," answered Skye. "We can go back to the dorm after we eat. Think he'll be wearing clothes when we get there?"

“Nope."

Ch 16: Back at the dorm

Supper that evening was nothing particularly interesting: banter about various teams, discussions of hot babes, and one guy who mysteriously reverted back to middle school mindset and mixed a lot of his foods together on his plate and couldn't stop laughing about it. Several guys rolled their eyes.

When Skye and Kirk had finished, they got up and Skye said, "You wanted to come ask my roommate something, you said?"

"Yeah," said Kirk. "Just a quick conversation."

"If I were a bettin' man," started Skye...

"You'd wager he'll be nude when we get to your room. Yeah, I know. Remember, I'm the one who told you that he was a nudist the first day."

"Oh yeah," said Skye. "I can't believe it's only been a couple of days."

They walked to the dorm, into the hall, and up three flights of stairs. Without knocking, Kirk pushed open the door.

Charlie lay on his bed, naked, of course, his economics book over his face, breathing quietly, completely asleep. Kirk grunted a little chuckle.

"Typical," he said. "But of course, he's hardly the first guy to lie naked on his dorm bed. Think we should wake him?"

Skye shrugged. " I dunno. Depends on how badly you need to ask him." He looked his roommate over, admiring his tanned skin, his abs, and his nicely shaped cock, which seemed slightly chubbed as it draped gracefully over his sac. After the comments he had heard in the past two days, Skye was more intentional about comparing his friends' equipment with his own, and thus far, he was ahead of all of them.

Skye turned back, stubbed the front of his shoe on the iron bed frame, and yelped. Charlie's eyes opened and he sleepily looked at them. As usual, he revealed no surprise at anything--truly the guy you wanted in a situation where keeping one's cool was paramount.

"Hey, you guys. What's up? Hey, Kirk. Whatcha doin here?" Charlie lazily reached down and scratched his balls, completely unselfconsciously.

"Naked, as usual, ya bastard," Kirk scolded. " I guess you'll never learn."

"You can't be surprised at this point, buddy. Maybe we should have a rule that this is the nude room on the floor. Whaddya think, Skye?"

Skye just smirked and massaged his toes.

"Anyway," continued Kirk, "I wanted to ask you about having sports day in a few weeks. I was thinking every floor in this dorm could field a team and the other dorms could too, and we'd do all kinds of competitions: real stuff like dashes but also stupid stuff like, I dunno, three-legged races. We could even have a wrestling mat put outside and do some exhibitions for the college. Wouldn't hurt to have a lot of support among the students."

"You mean they'd be athletic supporters?" quipped Charlie, and laughed confidently.

"Old joke, buddy, but yeah," continued Kirk.

Charlie lay back and again absentmindedly scratched his sac. "Sounds like a good idea to me. What do you think, Skye?"

"I think you're not a wrestler in the first place, so you couldn't do that part. Besides, you couldn't do nude wrestling in public like that, and since I've never seen you with clothes on, this seems like it might not be your best situation."

"Hey!" responded Charlie in mock defense, "I wear clothes plenty of times... like to class and shit."

"Classes don't start for another five days," said Skye.

"Yeah, well for meals, then." Charlie grinned as he pretended to be devastated by his roommate's criticism. "Of course," he continued, "sometimes I order pizza and the guy brings it up and... well, you know.... at least he has a story to tell back at the pizza joint."

"Ah, you're just a perv... or at least an exhibitionist," offered Kirk.

"Can't argue with that!" said Charlie, who then VERY consciously, grabbed his cock and balls at the base and swung them around a few times for a laugh. "I wouldn't want to deprive the world."

"Yeah, nice equipment... but have you seen Skye's?"

"Yup! Sure have. I can't match it but who cares? I saw it the other night when...." He stopped suddenly, thinking that maybe Skye hadn't revealed the whole boxer brief wet dream situation.

"Don't worry, man," said Kirk, having seen the hesitation. "Skye told me all about his nocturnal jizz fest. He said you'd helped him clean it."

"Yep. Guaranteed results courtesy of my old man. In fact,..." He gestured to the iron frame at the head of Skye's bed, over which were draped the boxer briefs. Skye reached for them and handed them to Kirk with a shy smile."Thanks again, man. Sorry about the..."

"Dude," said Kirk, "I said don't worry about it. Remember what I said? You're not the only guy who jizzes in his sleep around here."

"Ain't that the truth," said Charlie, sitting up on his bed and letting his balls hang off the edge.

"Anyway, we're all good," continued Kirk. "Hey, Charlie, did Skye tell you he got a job at the college store? Very cool. And Skye we have to go to the bank tomorrow to open your account. That's my job as your"--here his voiced assumed mock stentorian tones and a slight British accent--" mentor and guide." He resumed his normal voice. "I mean, I'm not wrong, that you wanted some help with that, right, since this is your first paycheck?"

Skye blushed a little, even though he knew it wasn't his fault that it had taken him this long to have this important life lesson; it wasn't as if the Rez had paychecks flying through the air. "Yeah, dude, that'd be awesome. I still have to check with Mr. Williams at the store tomorrow morning about the schedule, but maybe at noon we could go?"

"Sure thing, buddy. Just don't, ya know, let on that you developed an 'interest' in the merchandise there." He winked at Skye, who blushed again. Charlie detected some story he was left out of, but he figured he could find out later.

"Okay, dudes. I'll see you later. Charlie, get some fucking clothes on. Skye, don't let him paw his dong all night like he always does, no matter how much he denies it." Charlie gave no response other than a grin. Kirk backed into the hallway and shut the door.

" 'Merchandise'?" asked Charlie a moment later. "What was that about?"

Embarrassed, Skye just snapped, "Nothing." A moment later I regained control. "Sorry man. I'm... well... on a kind of lark, I got hired yesterday when this other dude got fired, and...well, you know that whole thing about my one pair of white briefs?"

Charlie was a regular Sherlock Holmes. Immediately, he said, "Whatja do, steal some underwear?"

Again, the telltale blush crept up Skye's neck and face. Although he wanted to sink into the floor, he decided to at least respond, since it was obvious Charlie had guessed it. Skye simply hiked up one side of his t-shirt and tugged down his shorts slightly to reveal the black and orange waistband of the orange boxer briefs he had taken.

"Huh," said Charlie non-commitally. "Why?"

" I don't have any money... well, I didn't till yesterday, and I'm so sick of having just one fuckin white brief and..." To his surprise and utter shame, he started to tear up.

"Hey, dude," said Charlie quietly. "You don't have to worry about it. I don't know you that well, but if i had to guess, I'd say you only took it cuz there was an extra pair."

Astonished at his insight, Skye just nodded.

"Besides," Charlie said, "everybody's got some kind of secret, and those look kinda cool. Can I see them?"

Skye looked at him, puzzled, but with a shrug, he pulled off his shirt and undid his shorts and removed them. He did this with an ease that surprised him; two days ago--two days of seeing naked guys, erect cocks, yanked balls, jokes of every kind, jockstraps, wrestling shorts and so forth--had worked miracles on his comfort level. He stood there in his orange boxer briefs while Charlie stood up, naked in front of him.

"Yeah," said Charlie appreciatively, "they look pretty good." With the same lack of self-awareness he exhibited in everything he did, he reached out and undid a slight twist in the waistband. "Dude, you can't worry about this. You had your reasons. Besides, if it was extra, no harm done, and if you still feel bad about it in a few days, you can use your paycheck to buy a pair and secretly replace them, right?"

"I suppose I could," said Skye. "Man, you're a smart fucker."

"Famous for it," said Charlie and then, without another word, flopped back on the bed-- and "flopped" was precisely the word, as his balls were flung up as he kind of jumped and then they fell with a plop one he was face-up on the bed. He grabbed his text book and started reading, acting as if Skye didn't exist.

Skye had never known anyone like Charlie, but he was grateful and had the sense there was a lot hidden about him, which seemed kind of ironic given how exposed Charlie was, literally. In a flash of human wisdom, it occurred to Skye, who was, after all, only 18, that Charlie's nudity might itself be some kind of façade, distracting people from some other aspect of his personality. Skye pulled his shorts back on.

It was too early to think about going to bed, and although he had a box of books for his courses sitting unopened on his dorm room desk, he felt disinclined to open it. He didn’t seem to have the discipline of Charlie, who was already reading in some of his books; probably, Skye thought, he went to some school where they actually enforced that stuff. The Rez school wasn’t that firm on study habits.

Skye walked down the hall, noticing how many of the room doors were ajar. He idly wondered why they even bothered with doors. In just that short walk to the stairs, he saw one guy’s bare ass as he toweled off, one guy in maroon briefs, and one guy rearranging his balls in his boxer briefs. I guess guys never stop messing with their junk, he thought. I wonder if girls do…

He went down the stairs and out onto campus. Lots of people were milling about. There were several couples hand in hand, and without warning, Skye found himself a little lonesome and a little envious. He had never had a girlfriend, and he could see how guys felt, especially the ones in athletic shorts with no underwear. Their semi-erections were perfectly obvious, and they themselves seemed proud that people should see. Skye thought that some of the girls were probably displayed pride that they had induced this response in the guys, though to be honest, Skye mused, the guys would get hard if a mere breeze blew. It wasn’t just the presence of the girls.

As he aimlessly walked about, he ran unexpectedly into Kirk.

“Hey, Skye,” said his mentor. “I just wanted to confirm that we'll go to the bank tomorrow to open your account with that paycheck.”

“Actually, yeah, that’d be helpful,” responded Skye. “I don’t really know how to do it.”

“It’s not hard, as you can imagine. It’s pretty standard. What time?”

“I’ll ask Mr. Williams if I can be gone from noon till 1:00. Which bank?”

“The Sioux Savings and Loan on Foster St is easiest. See you then… oh, actually, some of us are going to the student union common room to watch football. You wanna come?”

Skye hesitated. Sometimes his shyness got the better of him, but already he’d made progress in taking charge, so he answered, “That’d be awesome. Lead the way.”

Kirk flashed him one of his winning smiles and they took off toward the Union.

In the TV room at the student union, a large flat screen was broadcasting a game between the Cowboys and the Rams. About a dozen students mostly juniors and seniors and all of them athletes, were watching and commenting. In addition, four older men were there. Skye figured they were probably the fathers of some of the jocks watching tv who had dropped them off for the start of classes next week. Though he had learned to suppress the pain as best he could, Skye couldn’t help feeling what he always did in situations where dads and sons were together: a bitter wound that started in his lower gut and pierced like a needle through his heart. He wished, not for the last time, that he had had a dad-son experience like this.

He was startled out of his musing by the comments of the older men:

“Now what Hollywood costume designer guy decided that giving the players see-through pants was a good idea? What the hell, man? You can see that guy’s jockstrap right through his pants!”

One of the athletes responded with, “I think it’s for practice mostly; when it gets really hot, you know, and you need all the air-conditioning you can get.”

A second father, bearded, athletic, and somewhat burly answered, “Well, I guess I can see that, but know what else I can see? The guy’s straps. Does he want the entire country to see his jock?”

A third dad, also big and muscled said, “ Frankly, I doubt he cares. I mean, did you care when they started doing interviews in the guys’ locker room? No one seemed to give a shit if some reporter, even a woman, had shoved a mic in some players face while his teammates stripped down to shower behind the woman. It’s a different era, man.”

To Skye’s surprise, Kirk spoke up. “Well, sir, I have to agree with that. I’m on the wrestling team and in a lot of the wrestling world, it’s been pretty standard to just wear your singlet and let everyone see. Although, our coach insists we jock up. He’s not a big one for having your junk clearly outlined for everyone to see.”

The older men laughed at this. “Yeah,” said one, “I do remember the wrestlers would just pretty much show the world their dicks and balls. We football players always wore jocks; it was stupid not to, and it was just the way it was. From what I understand now and have seen on the internet, these pants have some kind of design so you don’t need a jock.”

His son spoke up: “I told you, dad. They have this built-in brief that takes the place of a jock.”

The dad answers, “Yeah, I know, but have you looked at them? Doesn’t seem like it’d hold your balls in place. If you remember, the strap I gave you was like mine and did the job, right?’

“Yessir,” grinned his son, a tall quarterback-looking player with gleaming teeth and a square jaw. “Can’t argue with that.”

“So,” continued his father, “maybe you could persuade the guys on the football team to jock up anyway. I’d like to have grandchildren some day!”

The men laughed and nodded at this. His son only said, “I’ve tried, and to be honest, about half the guys still jock up.”

“Keep it up… er, I mean….” The father caught his double entendre and all the guys laughed even more.

After a while, Skye leaned over to Kirk and said, “I’m gonna go back to the dorm and get some sleep. Thanks for the invite.”

“Ok, bro. I’ll see you at the bank at noon, right?”

“Great. Thanks, man.” Skye headed out of the union into the still warm night and padded, tired, to the dorm and up the stairs. He entered his room to find Charlie leaning back in his desk chair, naked as always, talking on the phone to someone. Every few moments, like any guy in this position, Charlie reached down absently and tugged on his ballsac. Skye watched for a moment then realized how odd he must look. He grabbed his kit and went to the bathroom.