Marine Antics in a Locker Room

[Opinionman]

Ch 18:Tell-tale signs in the morning.

Skye returned from the bathroom, tossed his kit on the dresser, and took off his shoes, socks, shirt, and shorts. He kept on his new boxer briefs and also noted that he had to return Kirk’s boxer briefs to him the next day. They were still hanging on the iron bed frame’s head. Charlie was paying him no mind at all, deep in his conversation with what sounded like a family member. In a moment that took a surprising amount of courage still, Skye, shucked off his new boxer briefs, tossed them on top of the dresser as well, and got into bed naked.

At that point, Charlie noticed him and said into the phone, “Yeah, I gotta go. We can figure this out later.” Unceremoniously, he hung up the phone and greeted Skye, even as he continued his habitual tugging on his nuts. “Hey, Skye. Watcha been doing?”

“I was out walking and ran into Kirk and he took me to the student union to see the Rams game. Cool tv. I’ve never seen one that big.”

“Yeah, it’s some pretty hot shit over there,” said Charlie. “Who was there?”

“About a dozen football players, I guess, and a few wrestlers… oh, and some dads. It was pretty funny, actually, one of the dads got all hyped up about the see-through pants that football players wear now.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed that too. I guess they don’t mind showing off the leg straps.”

“Guess not.”

“All right, dude, I’m going to the bathroom and when I get back, I expect you to be asleep, you hear me?” Charlie shook his finger at Skye in his best imitation of some old grandma, and Skye grinned and said, “Yes, Granny.”

Charlie left and, without even trying, Skye dozed off in a few seconds. Wrestling workouts were taking their toll.

Next morning, Skye woke up with an erection that was positively painful, although he had to admit THIS kind of pain was something he didn’t really mind. He lay there, wondering what to do. As had happened the previous morning, Charlie opened his eyes and popped out of bed instantly, his half-hard dick swaying as was its custom.

He grunted something unintelligible and grabbed his kit and left the room, walking down the hall naked, so no one’s surprise. Remembering the previous morning, Skye will himself up, grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist. He positions his erect penis so it stood flat against his belly and carefully covered the large head with the rolled edge of the towel. This diminished the bulge notably. Even at that moment, however, Skye noted a change in his attitude. He recalled that half the guys yesterday morning had had erections and no one batted an eye. He felt that soon he might be able to do that if necessary, but at the moment, he stuck with his towel plan.

The bathroom was crowded as usual and guys bumped into each other, naked, semi-erect, fully hard, standing at the urinal… a myriad of scenarios.

The small fellow who’d been analyzing the construction of the male anatomy with such intellectual language yesterday morning, was standing there naked, erect and commenting. Skye figured he was probably talking about how small his dick was compared to the other guys’ but in fact, he was being very precise in his topic.

“Whoa, Charlie,” he crowed. “I guess somebody already jacked off this morning!” He stared at Charlie’s still half-hard dick and all the guys followed his gaze to see a thick viscous fluid drip in a long strand from the head of Charlie’s penis. “Guess it was a good one, huh?”

For just a nanosecond, Skye was sure Charlie would respond with denial or anger or even physical violence, but, true to form, Charlie kept his cool and just shrugged. “Yeah, it was pretty good. I mean, it’s never BAD, is it? Besides, I’m not the only masturbator in this group, I can tell you that!”

The guys all laughed knowingly at this, even Ethan chuckled. “I mean,” continued Charlie, “Look at Wells there. I’d call that incriminating evidence, wouldn’t you?”

Wells, the 6’6” football player wasn’t paying attention, and when he heard his name, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and said, “Huh?… Oh, you’re talking about this?” He pointed to a slick, clear yet viscous fluid that, like Charlie’s, made a long string front the tip of his penis.

“Yup!” said Ethan. “I guess you and Charlie here should start the Sunrise Jackoff Club or something!” More laughter.

But Charlie, ever observant, piped up. “I think you need to go back to detective school, man. Look at the difference. Yeah, I’ll admit mine’s leftover jizz, but Wells’ isn’t. That’s clearly pre-come, my friend, which means Wells hasn’t flogged his log yet. It’s just the beginning of the process. True, friend?” He finished his speech and turned to Well.

“Well, hell yeah,” answered the giant. “I was just getting started… thought I’d finish in the shower.”

The guys let out a mock groan. “Again, dude? Fuck, you jack off in the shower all the fuckin time!”

Wells just looked at them with a “So?” attitude.

None of the guys had a response. They all knew he was the number one shower masturbator in the hall, and frankly, none of them had a real problem with it. Every single one of them, with the exception of Skye, had jerked off in the shower alone and most of them had done it while guys were milling about brushing teeth, taking a piss, horsing around. Besides, Wells, was enormously muscled. What were they going to do?

A guy Skye had not yet met was already showering and so in mock gentility, he said to Wells, “Sir, I have your shower set just how you and your dong like it. I’ll move over.” He was a beautifully proportioned over 6-feet weight trainer with exquisite musculature that Skye, no slouch in that department, had to admire.

The guys laughed and parted from each other like the Red Sea and Wells nonchalantly walked to the three-man shower room, his precum slinging from side to side till it caught on his massive thigh like Spiderman’s web. It was obvious both that Wells hardly paid attention to how his sexual life overlapped with his normal social interactions and also that the dynamic of the group was not to hide anything that was routine or natural for a group of male college athletes who were perpetually horny. Skye absorbed this lesson without even realizing it.

At this point, his erection had subsided and his penis had fallen back to its flaccid state, so he had a bugle in his towel. However, none of the guys made any comments. In a way, Skye was glad; it was nice to be admired for the size of his equipment, but he also sometimes felt a little self-conscious. The bathroom choreography continued for about half and hour and by then everyone was headed to the dining hall. Skye planned to eat, explore the campus a little more, and show up at his job at 10:00, work for a couple of hours and meet Kirk at the bank. He had never in his young life felt as hopeful as he did then. He kept thinking of his new boxer briefs and felt inordinately proud that he had them. In a moment of strange imagination, he even wondered if the people he passed could tell he was wearing them.

 

[Opinionman]

Fuck. I just saw as I hit send that I wrote "he had a BUGLE in his pants." Obviously, I meant "BULGE". (Altho' "bugle" might not be that far off base. I mean, it's something to blow...Too funny. (tho I hate it when I miss typos).

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 19: Work, the bank,

Skye readjusted his new orange boxer-briefs, amazed at how good they felt and how they seemed to exert some kind of comfort and power over his psyche. He had heard girls talk about how confident they felt when their bras and panties matched, and he had always rolled his eyes, but he had to admit that having a new pair of form-fitting boxer-briefs that pouched up his cock and balls and smoothly caressed his muscular thighs really did make him feel like he could conquer the world.

He was about to pull on his pants when an idea hit him concerning his responsibilities. He made a slight adjustment to his dressing routine, checked to see that his paycheck was in his wallet, finished dressing, and went to meet the other guys for breakfast. Schedules had worked in such a way that this was the first morning where he'd actually seen Charlie outside of their dorm, and he almost didn't recognize him with clothes on. Charlie perceived this and said with a twinkle in his eye, "I know, I know... you almost didn't know it was me. Just remember, though,” he whispered conspiratorially as he cut into a piece of French toast, "I'm still naked underneath my clothes!"

Skye grinned and attacked his breakfast. Conversation revolved around a variety of insignificant topics, and soon he felt he should leave. He rose, said good-bye's to the guys, returned his tray and stepped out for a walk before work. The campus seem alive with possibilities, and he couldn't help thinking about what a difference a few bucks in his pocket made, even if they weren't yet technically cash.

At 10:00 he arrived at the store and Mr. Williams greeted him heartily. He put Sky to work on some reorganizing in the back room and checking once again on inventory. Almost as an aside, Mr. Williams said, "Boy, something odd's going on in the underwear section." Skye froze; his heart instantly revved up like a sports car engine. He had been discovered! He had learned, though, at the Rez, to keep quiet and to maintain a blank face in crisis situations, so he said nothing, and Mr. Williams continued to talk, half to himself and half to Skye: "I've never seen underwear move so fast. More than half the boxer-briefs are sold already and even the Jockey briefs are selling. What's going on with you you guys?" he asked light-heartedly."Did you all forget your underwear when you came to college?" He gave a little chuckle, and Skye did his best to imitate his laugh without seeming too phony. "I think you told me most guys you know wear boxer briefs, right? But the tidy-why tease are flying off the shelves too. You know any guys in briefs?"

To Skye's utter astonishment, possibly because he was still feeling giddy at the prospect of having money in the bank, he simply said, "I do." Mr. Williams looked at him for just a moment and then grinned. "Me too," he said. Then he turned his back and moved on to his desk. Skye's relief was palpable; it seemed Mr Williams was just thinking out loud, not accusing.

As noon approached, Skye reminded Mr. Williams that he'd need an hour at the bank. "Of course, of course," said his boss with a wave of his hand."Yes, that'll be a good start for you. It's always good to have some savings for a rainy day." Skye wanted to role his eyes at the triteness of this cliché, but he maintained his inscrutable mien. "Thank you, sir," was all he said.

At noon, he left the store after having checked his wallet for his paycheck, and walked the few blocks to the Bank. Kirk was there, as promised and they went into the cool building. Skye had never been inside a bank before and was a little intimidated by the pillars, marble floor, and sounds of quiet, respectable officiousness.

A young woman in business clothes saw them and approached: “May I help you?”

Kirk smiled and said, “Yes, thank you. My friend here need to open a checking account.” My friend... Did a pair of words ever have the potency they carried for Skye at that moment?

The young lady was instantly taken by Kirk’s famous, winning smile. Skye imagined her disappointment that she wouldn’t be helping them, as she said, “Of course. Please follow me. I’ll take you to Mr. Cassara.” The name sounded imposing to Skye, so he was surprised when they arrived at a desk behind which sat a man only a few years older than Kirk. He had a muscular build that showed all too clearly through his work shirt, surely, thought Skye, purchased for that very reason. He looked up from his desk and Skye had to check himself and not stare. Mr. Cassara has a notably delineated jaw line, broad and strong. His skin was of an olive tone that seemed appropriately matched to his Italian name. He had thick dark hair that was just slightly longer than business-office regulations. His eyes were, surprisingly, blazing blue, and his eye lashes—those disproportionately influential elements of beauty—where impressively thick. Skye had never seen anyone like him.

Mr. Cassara stood up from his desk in the smooth gesture of a well-tuned athlete, extended his hand to Kirk and then Skye, and invited them to sit down.

“So,” he said, “how can I help you?” He smiled politely, showing gorgeous white teeth.

“My friend here needs to open a checking account.”

“I see,” said the bank officer. “Just a standard student account? Forgive me, I’m making assumptions. Are you, in fact, students at the University?”

“Yeah,” said Kirk, employing the grin once more. “It’s probably pretty obvious.”

“Well,” said Mr. Cassara, “we do get a lot of students in here, as you can imagine, so it’s not that hard to guess. I’m going to go out on a limb here,” he continued, looking to establish a rapport, “and guess what you’re on sports teams. If I had to guess, I’d say… wrestling?”

Both students grinned at this Holmes-like deduction. Skye didn’t want Kirk to do all the talking, so he answered, “Yup. Good guess. How’d you know?”

“I wrestled on a team myself in college. Takes one to know one, I guess.” He smiled again, opened a drawer, and pulled out some paper work, which he passed to Skye with a “Just fill these out, please." He continued:

“Yeah, wrestling was great. I’ll always remember those times, know what I mean? Oh, excuse me.” He stood up and walked a few feet to another desk occupied by a balding middle-aged man who had signaled to him to ask a question. Skye looked up as Cassara passed and instantly detected the leg straps of a jock under Cassara’s business slacks, which were tight around his thighs. He gawked for just a moment, then heard Kirk whisper, “Dude! Stop looking. I saw it too: a jock man, just like us!” Again, the grin. Skye returned to his paperwork and Cassara came back to the desk.

Within a few minutes Skye proudly held his first check book in his hand and had even managed to get $20 cash for his first day. He was floating.

“Thank you, sir,” said Skye.

“You’re welcome, Skye. And no need to use the formalities. You can call me Alessandro, or Alex.”

“Thanks, Alex,” chimed in Kirk. “C’mon, Skye. Back to work. Hey,” he turned to the bank officer, “come see a wrestling team match this winter, huh? You can find the schedule on the website. Now, let’s go, Skye. We jocks gotta be on time.” He did this intentionally, and to his satisfaction, he noticed a slight movement in Cassara’s eyes at the word jock. Kirk casually readjusted his balls in his pants the way guys always do, and then he turned and left with his mentoree, feeling like he’d done a good job.

“Well!” said Kirk, “I guess that guy’s still attached to his college memories. I mean he’s only probably 25 or 26. No wonder he wears a jock to work. You can bet that other, older, pudgy officer doesn’t wear a jock to the bank. I actually thought it was kinda funny.”

Skye wasn’t listening. He couldn’t hear his friend over the sound of a $20 bill rustling in his pants pocket.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 20: Locker room

Skye spent the next couple of hours at the store happier than he’d ever been. After all, he’d been welcomed by both the team and the dorm and had, in a shorter time than he could have dreamed possible, felt at ease not only with who they were as people, but also with their attitudes about what it meant to be a sexual male. In the vernacular of college students, “These guys are cool about dicks and shit like that.”

He left the store in time to get to the locker room and change. As he entered, he thought for a moment that there was a bird trapped in the locker room. An instant reassessment made him realize that what’d seen was some guy’s white brief being sling shot through the air. The higher-than-usual volume of laughter told him without his even realizing it, that some of the guys were up to their usual horsing around. He scanned the room and saw guys snagging their friends underwear and using the elastic waistbands to fire them across the room. Clearly, things had gotten out of hand; no doubt, one guy had done it as a prank and before they knew it, the briefs, boxer briefs and plain boxers were in flight, like a flock of wild African birds. Skye smiled to himself and also made a mental note to follow up with

Mr. Williams on that conversation about underwear. He smiled at the idea of telling him about about underwear choices based on this experience.

He made his way to the bench, where Kirk had just pulled off his gray Boxer briefs. Kirk turned to him, laughing. “It’s like fuckin’ JFK airport around here today!”

“Yeah, I noticed the place had a different feel.” Skye looked at his naked mentor, appreciating both the favor he had done him at the bank and the beautiful sculpted body he so unselfconsciously put on display every time he stripped.

Thinking of the former, he said, “Hey, thanks again for the bank help today. I’ve just been walkin’ around feeling that $20 bill in my pocket.”

“Yeah, it feels good, doesn’t it?” answered Kirk, rummaging in his locker for his jockstrap.

“Hey,” continued Skye, “I got a surprise for you.” He pulled off his shirt and unbuckled his belt.

“Oh yeah,” said Kirk, pulling on his strap. “What’s that? You gonna lend me some of your cock girth, buddy? Ya got plenty to spare.”

Skye said nothing but merely pulled his pants off to display the blue boxer briefs Kirk had lent him.

“Oh great,” said Kirk simply. “Glad they were of help… can I assume they’re still clean after your laundry session with Mr. Naked? I mean… you didn’t jizz in ‘em AGAIN after that, did you?” He grinned and punched Skye in the arm.

“Naw, you’re safe,” said Skye. “Besides, if I wanna to that again, I can…” and he yanked down the blue boxer briefs to reveal his orange ones underneath. “… I can just do it in my own.”

Kirk started laughing. “Fuck, man! Last time you had on two pairs of underwear, it was because you were trying to sneak out undetected. I guess it worked both times! Thanks for my underwear back! Now get your gear on so Coach doesn’t yell at you.”

Skye quickly dropped his boxer briefs around his ankles and kicked them straight into his open locker. “Nice,” muttered Kirk. “Maybe you should play football.” Skye smiled, grabbed his jockstrap, shirt, and shorts, pulled them on hastily and ran with the other guys to practice.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 21. Shower games

Practice was its usual exhausting affair, though Skye felt already that he was building endurance. Like most guys on the team, he had to take a break and merely sit on the bench from exhaustion for a bit before undressing. Kirk joined him and complimented him on his technique on the mat.

“Thanks, man,” said Skye. “These practices are punishing but I think I’m getting used to ‘em.” He pulled off his sweaty shirt, stood and dropped his shorts, and perched one knee on the bench, wearing just his jock, thinking.. or rather daydreaming. He was brought out of his reverie by Kirk’s sharp but affectionate “Dude? You gonna shower?”

“Oh, sorry!” said Skye. “Just on a train of thought.” He stretched the sweaty jock waistband out away from his body and worked it down his legs without twisting the waistband itself. Like every other guy, he tugged on his nuts, happy to have them free after two hours of tight jock pouch. He grabbed his towel, and he and Kirk headed to the showers… where they were greeted by an unusual sight.

Brad, Kevin and Will—the Three Stooges of the locker room—were sitting in three plastic lawn chairs at the opening to the showers. In front of them in bins were plastic bottles of some kind. No one had gotten past them to shower, and some guys were getting antsy. Kirk and Skye seemed to be the last to arrive, so once Brad saw them, he motioned to his cronies and the three of them stood up. Brad announced the locker room: “Ok, guys. Today we have a contest. It’s simple. You have to use the special liquid soap we got on line when you shower. The soap is chemically designed to produce tons more lather than regular pump liquid soap. So today’s event is the Abominable Snowman Challenge. Whoever manages to soap himself up so thoroughly that the lather and the bubbles make you look like a fuckin’ monster is the winner! If you can get a thick layer of suds and lather up so that it covers your body completely and you look like the white fuzzy Abominable Snowdude monster, you win! Prizes to be announced!”

Several of the guys rolled their eyes, but they were used to shenanigans in the locker room and shower, so they just hooted and said, “Ok, man. Let us go.”

“Grab your soap bottle as you go in, one per pair.”

Twenty or so naked athletes, their cocks and balls of various sizes, but all of them swaying as they entered the showers—their highly developed arm and back muscles accentuating their steely abs—laughed and scuttered into the shower room, bottles in hand. The showers were turned on and the guys soaked themselves for a minute before applying the soap. With vigorous rubbing, including a fair amount of dick tugging and ball lathering that effected the predictable result of a number of “semi’s”, the guys found they could indeed create a kind of monster costume of thick white lather covering their bodies like a sheep’s coat. They worked on themselves quickly but soon realized that they would need the help of their “partner” to make their backs as bubbled as possible, so there was a lot of putting hands all over other guys’ bodies. The three gatekeepers laughed and cheered as they watched: “C’mon, Alex, I can still see your balls, so soap ‘em up more. The ONLY guy who might get a pass in that area is Skye, since I don’t know if we even HAVE enough soap to lather up his gigantic junk!” The group, including Skye, laughed at this.

Considering the competitive nature of the guys on the team, it wasn’t surprising that soon they were working feverishly to win. Some of them had a better feel for the soapy material and managed to produce huge, over-sized lather replicas of cocks and balls on their actual penises. They really were “monster cocks.”

The contest continued and picked up speed. Within a few minutes, Brad grabbed a whistle that he had procured from somewhere and blew into it, following his action with an official announcement that the contest was over and that he, Kevin, and Will would decide the winners. They looked around the room like inspectors at the NCAA championships. First, he declared, “We regret to announce that Brian is ineligible, as no matter how HARD he tried, he simply couldn’t get the lather to stay on his, as we all know, constantly erect cock.” The guys looked over at Brian, whose tightly muscled body was hidden by a layer of lather but whose penis jutted out from the foam as it always did, bare-skinned, and a symbol of both virility and ineligibility. “Not fair!” he yelled. “You guys know I can’t stop it! Now I’ll have to punish it,” and he slapped his cock back and forth 57s while admonishing it for bad behavior. The other guys cracked up.

After a couple of “Honorable Mentions” Brad and Company announced that, “for impressive attention to detail in the one area usually neglected in these contests—the ass crack— this year’s Abominable Snowman goes to Mike Z!” Skye, of course, had only met Mike Z the first day of practice, so he had to follow the others’ gaze to confirm who he was picturing. Of course, at the moment, the only “picture” he could conjure was the one in front of him: naked guys covered in lather.

Mike Z, about 6’2” and in the 197-pound weight class, grinned and shook himself all over like a dog, causing his noticeably lengthy flaccid penis and impressive sac to sway like crazy. “Damn! Feels good to get all this off!”

“Yeah, I’m sure you’d like to get off,” called Brad, “But you can’t do that here, bro!” The others laughed. Mike just shrugged and said, “Why not?” For a moment, the a few of the guys wondered if he might be seriously asking about regulations, but he merely turned to rinse off and said, “But not now. Maybe a different day.”

At that point, Will piped up with, “Ya know, it’s really not fair. Mike Z has a hairy ass, so the soap clings more. You just have to look at Tommy’s smooth-ass ass to see he’s at a disadvantage.” Only one guy, a quiet fellow named Randy, even noticed the absurdity of the expression “Smooth-ass ass.” He smiled.

Tommy heard this and said, “Yup! Smooth ass is the way to go, douchebag!” He slapped his own ass and and managed to send suds flying, producing widespread mirth among in his teammates.

Skye finished rinsing himself off, paying particular attention to how powerful he felt when he tugged on his nuts in the shower.

He glanced up from drying his legs to see a strange ritual he had never seen before.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 22: Locker room shower rituals.

Randy, the quiet fellow who had detected the built-in humor of “smooth-ass ass” was standing at the entrance to the showers. Skye just happened to look up as Randy went through a curious ritual. First, he tousled his own hair, flipping it back and forth so the water droplets flew. Then, he placed his open palms at his clavicle and ran them down his exquisitely muscled stomach, removing water like a squeegee. He crossed his arms, putting his hands on the rib cage opposite and “squeegeed “ again, flipping the water away with a flick of his hand. He ran a hand down each opposite arm and even reached back to wipe off his back as best he could. Next, he reached under his ballsac and flipped it up so his cock and balls smacked his abs and also sent water droplets flying. He did this to his balls three or four times. Finally, he ran both palms down each leg.

Skye was puzzled by this and stared, not realizing that Randy had spotted him. A couple of inches shorter than Skye but somewhat bulkier, he just smiled and his cocoa colored skin glistened.

“Hey, Skye,” he said in a friendly manner. Skye wasn’t even sure how Randy knew his name, but he seemed open enough. “How was practice?”

“Fine,” said Skye noncommittally. “Glad to have a shower though, even if I didn’t win Snowman Monster of the Year, or whatever.” Uncharacteristically, he held up his arms, fingers crooked in his best 8-year-old’s imitation of a T-rex.

“Wrong monster, dude,” said Randy. “I think the Abominable Snowman has full-length arms! Of course, that’s the reason that T-rexes were notorious for being so angry all the times. When your arms are that short, what are you supposed to do when there are no female T-rexes around?” He laughed as he, too, made T-rex arms but then tried to get his shortened arms as close to his penis as he could and started making fist-pumping motions. Skye burst out at that one.

Emboldened by Randy’s friendliness, Skye asked, “Hey, what was that little dance you were doing a minute ago?”

“You mean my post-shower routine?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, it’s just something I learned from my dad when I was a kid. He was in the military and always said their towels were more like wash cloths, so the trick was to get as much water off as you could before using the skimpy towel.He drilled that in to me and my brother’s head and we did it for years before we hit puberty and then decided maybe we didn’t need our dad seeing us run our hands all over our bodies! Anyway, now it’s just a habit, and makes some sense. Of course, you have to work on certain areas more thoroughly.”

Mike Z, who had been listening, piped up: “ Well, we can all see that, dude! You flip your nutsac up like 15 times.”

“Three times, Mike. At least, when I’m here in public! Who knows what happens when I shower in private?” He winked at Skye and gave another flip of his balls. “See you tomorrow, Skye,” he said and grabbed his towel and walked away.

Skye paused for a moment, thinking about how in such a short time, he’d completely rethought his views how open to be with other guys about personal matters. It seemed that no one on this team or in the dorm even considered being modest or hiding anything about their bodies or sexual urges. Implied references to beating off were commonplace, Skye realized, in a good portion of his conversations. He called after Randy.

“Hey Randy! Could you come back and show me that routine?”

Randy turned around. “Sure.” He walked back towel in hand, balls swaying, tossed his towel on a chair, and went through the procedure: hair, chest and stomach, opposite ribs and arms, scrotum, thighs. Two naked college wrestlers making these movement made it look as if they were rehearsing a dance for some skit night in the dorm.

“That actually feels pretty good,” Skye said. “Your dad taught you, huh?”

“Yup. Lucky. Have you got it down now? I’ll have to test you tomorrow, you know.”

“Yeah. Got it,” said Skye. “Thanks.”

“No problem, buddy. And tonight, when you say your prayers, don’t forget to thank God for having regular length arms, unlike our friend T-Rex. Otherwise, you’d be as pissed off all the time as he is!” With a flash of shiny white teeth, and a few more closed fist motions at crotch level, he turned and left.

Skye returned to his locker, where Kirk was already dressed. “See you at dinner?” the senior asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Okay,” smiled Kirk. “Just don’t space out and forget to wear your new boxer briefs!” With that, he turned and sauntered out of the locker room. Skye finished drying himself, pulled out his boxer briefs and pulled them on, rearranging his big dick and balls so they were comfortable. He had never felt so self-assured, so powerfully masculine as he did right then. Not even Randy’s mention of his father— a topic that sometimes bleached out Skye’s enthusiasm—had bothered him. He pulled on his pants, shirt, shoes, and socks and scrambled out the door.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 23: Briefs in the dorm

As usual, dinner consisted of jokes, some of them dick-centered as might be expected—and mere chit-chat. Afterwards, Skye felt he needed some solitude and declined Kirk’s off to go play pool. Skye walked around the campus, thinking about how classes started in a few days. He knew he was supposed to get texts from the university store but was a little shy about asking. He determined he would get some help from Mr. Williams, and if that failed, from Kirk or Charlie.

He wandered back to his dorm around 9:00 walked upstairs, and entered his room. Though he really should have felt more used to it by now, he found he was still a little surprised to see his roommate naked, as he always was. Charlie had apparently acquired a small reading chair—the kind of a flat groove that moved easily horizontally. There was a separate ottoman or footstool with it. Charlie sat there with a calculus book propped up at the base of his penis, his feet on the footstool. Skye could clearly see the comfortable flaccid cock draped over his balls. Staring for just a moment too long, for some reason, he found that the word that popped into his head at that moment was “Stylish.”

Charlie looked up and greeted him, obviously, unsurprisingly, completely at ease with his nudity. Skye smiled in return and turned to his desk to look at a letter Charlie had tossed there.

WHAM! The door across the hall slammed open and out leapt Chris.

“FUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKKK!” he yelled at the top of his lungs. Skye and Charlie both jerked up their heads to see their pal standing in the hallway, fisted arms on either hip in a classic superhero pose, and wearing only bright white Jockey briefs. Skye, of course having worked in that department the past couple of days, knew they were brand new. The only thing that wasn’t completely pristine was the way the pouch clung to Chris’s impressive cockhead. The underwear outlined the ridge of his penis quite clearly.

Chris pumped his hips up and back, and his cock and balls swayed a little. “Fuckin A, man! Look what I got!”

Charlie looked at him nonchalantly. “Briefs? Yeah?”

Chris grinned. “Yeah, buddy. Briefs. Do you know WHY that’s important? Of course ya don’t so I’m gonna tell ya. You know that girl Beth that I asked to borrow underwear for? Well, she told me she actually likes these classic tie tea whites. She said she thinks they’re hot. So I went out and got me a few pairs. This is the second one. Know what happened to the first? We were grinding hips in our underwear and I got so worked up that I worked my fingers in the fly from the outside and fuckin RIPPED them apart. Then I fucked her hard in my torn briefs and that turned her on so much that I think she had like three orgasms. Can you believe that? Awesome.” He grinned such a big grin that the guys couldn’t help look up at him. They both realized they had been staring at the briefs due to surprise. That’s when Skye noticed.

“Chris, what the hell happened to your eye?”

Charlie looked as well and saw that what was normally the “whites of his eye” could only be described as the “reds.” The blood vessels were prominent to such a degree that it looked as if his entire eye had been doused in red paint.

Chris remained his irrepressible self: “What, this? Oh yeah. Dude, when she and I were fucking I finally got to the point of no return, and I came so hard I burst the blood vessels in my eye! Sounds unbelievable, I know…”

“Not to me,” said Charlie, mysteriously.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t notice it in the moment, as you might expect, and later it only felt like my eye was burning, but then she showed me in the bathroom mirror. Believe it or not, when I told her it was because I shot so hard, she actually got turned on—I guess it was the intensity—and she got down on her knees right then and sucked me off. This is gonna be the best year eveh!”

Skye was a little startled by the graphic nature of Chris’s narrative. He had heard a few guys at the Rez talk about girls, but not with this detail and not with this insouciance. But something else occurred to him, and an idea formed.

“Hey Chris,” he said. “Wanna make a little bet?”

“Maybe.”

“I’ll bet you one pair of brand new Jockeys that I know exactly where you bought those.”

“Yeah right. What are you, a fortune teller?”

“Whaddya say?”

“All right,” returned Chris. “Tell me.”


"You bought ‘em at the university store in the last two days, in that section near the back, and you only left a couple of pairs there. Am I right?”

Chris stared at him. “How the hell did you know that? Yeah, they had about…”

“…eight pairs, right?” interrupted Skye.

Chris gawked. “Yeah, 8 pairs I counted and bought five. Of course, the way things are going, if I keep ripping ‘em apart so I can fuck, then they won’t last long. It’ll kill my bank account. How the hell did you know?”

Skye smiled.

“Ok, asshole,” laughed Chris. “Fine. DON’T tell me. I’ll figure it out…”

“Well, maybe you can think about it when you’re fucking Beth. It’ll give you something to think about.”

“Oh believe me, buddy,” answered Chris, “when we fuck I don’t think about anything. Man, does she love my dick.”

Skye looked over at Charlie and had the epiphany that this talk had gotten to him. His flaccid penis was soft no longer, but standing straight up in an impressive, appealing erection. In fact, he had his book’s spine propped against it.

Chris noticed it at the same moment and snorted, “Well, YOU won’t need one of those book stands, will ya? You can just lean it against your dick… I mean, IF someone tells you sex Stories, right?”

Charlie merely smiled and returned to reading. He found the erection both pleasurable and practical… and amusing to think of the other guys seeing it. After all, he had used this “method” since early adolescence.

Chris skipped back to his room, jumped on the bed like Tarzan in a loin cloth, and called out, “Whooooo-hooooo. Gonna get laid like crazy tonight too!”

He slammed his door shut, but Skye was quick. He put his foot and arm in the door to stop it. He looked at Chris, extended his arm palm up, and snapped his fingers. Puzzled for a moment, Chris started to ask, but then he laughed. “Okay, I get it.”

He went to his dresser’s top drawer and pulled out a new packaged of Jockey white briefs. “Here ya go, Mr. Magician,” he laughed.

“Thanks,” said Skye. He turned and left the room, and when he entered his own, he tossed the packaged briefs on his desk.

“Nice booty,” said Charlie. “Get it?”

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 24 Night time

“Nice booty,” said Charlie. “Get it?”

A pause. Suddenly, both Charlie and Skye burst out into laughter.

“Fuck,” said Charlie, “that guy is the biggest horn dawg I know. At least he ain’t shy.”

“Wow. He came so hard be burst blood vessels?” Skye wondered aloud. Then, without thinking, he said, “I don’t think I’ve ever done that.”

Charlie look at him with one eye but said nothing. Skye blushed.

The rest of the evening consisted of Skye hanging out in his room, looking through some of Charlie’s text books just to get an idea of his academic life. Charlie noticed this and asked, “What are you going about text books again?”

Skye, a little self-conscious—he had never had to buy textbooks before— stammered, “I’m-m supposed to get them from the University store. I was thinking I do that tomorrow after my shift is over.”

Charlie answered, “Yeah, that sounds right. Hey, let me know if I can help you out, ok? Sometimes the book shelves aren’t exactly in apple-pie order, as my dad used to say.”

Skye was grateful… and, as always, a little pained at the mention of a dad.

The evening continued with more chat, some dudes from the hall stopping in in their boxers, which appeared to be the norm for loungewear, always excepting, of course, the first-thing-in-the-morning erection fest that had startled Skye so much earlier that week but which he found to his surprise had stopped being such a big deal within a couple of days.

At around 11:00, Charlie stood up, naked of course, and stretched, providing anyone who might be around with a clear look at his naked body, scratched his nutsac, gathered his kit and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Skye followed suit quickly, wearing his boxer briefs. He thought when he got his next paycheck, he’d better invest in plain boxers so he could fit in… although it did occur to him that he could go to the bathroom naked and no one would bat an eye.

Both guys returned to their room at about the same time and Charlie said, “Fuck, man. I’ve read so much today I’m just gonna zonk out here. You can leave your light on if you want to read or something.”

“Naw, that’s all right,” said Skye. “I’m pretty beat myself.”

“‘Beat myself’,” smirked Charlie. “Now there’s an idea!” And he laughed quietly.

The lights were turned out and Skye lay on his back thinking about work tomorrow, getting his books, finding out how to pay for them (the school had said they would, but he didn’t know the details), wondering if Friday practices were a little less rigorous than weekday ones, and so on. He spent a good deal of time imagining the money in his back account. It was only about $40, but to him it was a fortune.

Captivated by this new sensation of having a little something saved up, he only gradually became aware of a movement and a sound from Charlie’s bed. At times it was regular, but at other times it was sporadic. He could hear Charlie’s breathing and it didn’t sound like the rhythm of a sleeper. Plus, whether because he in some ways “channeled” his Native forbears or because he was simply attuned, he could sense some kind of energy in the room. He remained as silent and still as a buried Pharaoh and eventually, over the normal sounds of a dorm with halls, he began to detect slight gasps emanating from Charlie’s bed. Further, he thought he detected the sound of skin on sheet. What could be happening? He almost muttered through the dark, “You okay?” But as he was about to ask, the obvious dawned on him. The ragged breathing was Charlie’s rising excitement, and the sheets, of course, were the sound of his hand rising and falling.It became perfectly clear that Charlie was beating off.

The realization of this had a profound and instantaneous effect on Skye. Though he had within his first week absorbed the attitude that ALL guys there were interested in each other’s development, he himself had not felt a particular sexual attraction to any of them; he was too overcome with gratitude and relief. A virgin who hadn’t even gone on a date with a girl in high school, he found himself a little unsure about what to do about the realization that his roommie was masturbating three feet away. His penis, however, showed no such uncertainty.It had become stiff as a broom handle and was bouncing up and down on his stomach, throbbing. He had gone to bed naked, as was now his routine, and so his cock had nothing to impede it from stretching up and above his navel. His balls followed suit, raising themselves up to the base of his shaft.

He had, of course, learned to masturbate in high school, but he’d always kept it private. Now what was he to do? He wondered if he shouldn’t just beat off there taking the greatest care to be noiseless, but of course part of him couldn’t help wondering what the big deal was—a thought that surprised his usual reserved self. I mean, he thought, there’s all those jokes about Wells beating off in the shower, and all those guys with hard-ons… Would it really matter if Charlie knew? He’s doing it himself.

He decided he’d better keep to himself and he laid his hand on his pulsating erection, still debating whether to actually go through with it. The idea of exercising some discipline and refraining passed through his mind… but in the history of the world has any 18-year-old declined the opportunity to jack off? He began a slow stroke but the next moment he heard a tell-tale exhalation from Charlie and a barely audible grunt of satisfaction, and he knew that his buddy had just shot his load. That was enough for him, and he grasped his penis more firmly and slowly, slowly moved it back and forth.

This went on for a few minutes, again with Skye being very circumspect about any noise. As he approached his orgasm, he really had to call on all his self-control, and he thought he had succeeded. The final moment before bursting forth, he managed to choke down a cry, and then the torrent came gushing forth—hot cum spurting all over his muscled chest and abs. He held himself at this plateau for what seemed a half an hour, though it was only a minute or so, and then, mindful of Charlie’s giveaway sigh, kept himself utterly silent.

Gradually, he began to relax, and his cock, having been satisfied, began to soften. He could feel the cum on his chest, and the instinctive pride that accompanied it. At that moment, with all the good things that had been happening to him—work, acceptance, money, friendship—he felt as happy as a human being could feel. He began to drift off to sleep and the last thing he heard was the whispered word: “Nice.” He fell into a profound and heavy slumber that lasted till morning.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 25 Innuendo

The next morning, Charlie got up as usual, this particular morning with a 3/4 erection, which he treated, as usual, as if it were the norm. He sat on the edge of his bed, naked, naturally, and absent-mindedly scratched his balls and tugged on his cock before getting up and grabbing his kit and heading to the bathroom.

Skye remembered the activities from the night before, but he wasn’t sure what to do, and as he himself had to piss, he got up, watched his cock flop with a certain satisfaction, wrapped himself in his towel, and padded toward the bathroom.

Inside was the usual collection of guys, some in boxers, some in boxerbriefs, a couple in plain briefs, and a handful naked, with just a couple of morning erections. As had been the case since Skye arrived, no one thought anything of the concentration of young men in various states of arousal.

As Skye entered, he heard Wells say, “Huh! Looks like a little tell-tale sign there, Charlie. That’s not dried Elmer’s glue on your abs, now, is it?”

Skye saw Charlie look down at his stomach, unconcerned as always. “Well, whaddya know…. Something dried and white. Who knew?” And he turned back to brushes teeth.

“Seems like you were busy last night,” returned Wells, not exactly gifted in the verbal taunting department.

“Not as busy as you are most times in the shower,” responded Charlie, amiably enough.

“Yeah, well,” answered the football player, “I guess that’s no secret.” And he laughed a little… and then looked up to see Skye enter. His eyes glanced at the Native American’s cut, refined abs and he grinned. “Looks like twins.”

Skye had no idea what this was about, but he detected a sense of laughter about to float through the air.

“Twins?” he asked, trying to be as nonchalant as his roommate.

“Yeah,” said Cade, a soccer player from two doors down, one of the two guys with morning wood. “Wells is just being his dopey self and giving Charlie a hard time about what, I admit, seems irrefutable evidence of his, um, activities last night.”

Skye remained puzzled for a moment, until he looked at Charlie, who glanced down this own stomach, and Skye’s glance followed. He instantly saw the dried semen on his friends stomach and then realized, without looking, that he himself probably had the same giveaway evidence. He blushed, as he usually did.

Charlie to the rescue. He just smiled at Skye and winked, so Skye remained silent, and the conversation passed on to other matters. Skye tried to move to the urinal to take a piss, and as he did so, he tried surreptitiously to wipe some of the semen stains on his belly with his towel—to no avail. Charlie moved next to him and said in a low voice, “I’m gonna start today with a shower. You?” He stared into Skye’s eyes, and the latter received the message loud and clear, answering, “Sure. Why not?”

The two of them finished pissing and stepped into the shower room, letting hot water run all over them. They used the common bottle of liquid soap and cleaned themselves off. Skye was meticulous about cleaning off his abs, but Charlie just went about his normal showering routine, no particular emphasis on his stomach. For the thousandth time, Skye admired his roommate’s ability to brush off what might have been embarrassing to another guy.

After showering, they returned to the room to get dressed. Charlie pulled on a pair of gym shorts and a T shirt, commando as usual. Skye, more modest, opened his new bag of white briefs that he’d won from Chris and pulled on the new pair. He surprised himself by remarking aloud, “Hey, these feel pretty good. I’d kinda forgotten since I’ve been wearing boxer briefs all week.”

Charlie smiled. “Hey, reasons to go on living!” He uttered. There was a pause and then he remarked, “Hey, I hope that teasing in the bathroom didn’t bother you. Ol’ Bonehead Wells can’t keep from commenting when he sees anything dick-related, you know?”

Skye looked at him. “Thanks. I did sense something was up, but I wasn’t sure.”

Charlie said, “Aw, he’s just a dumb lunk, though a nice enough guy. He saw the dried jizz on my abs and just felt he had to comment. Then you came in and even he saw that you had the same situation. Hence, the ‘twins’ comment.”

Skye’s blushing mechanism went on overload. He was speechless.

Charlie looked at him, not unkindly. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you, Skye. I guess by now I figured anything like that is perfectly normal and no big deal. I mean, it’s not like the other guys didn’t beat off last night; it’s just that they were a little more careful about clean up. Doesn’t matter to me at all.Or to them. And it shouldn’t to you.”

Skye remained clumsily reticent. “Oh. Okay. Thanks.” He continued to dress in silence and Charlie seemed off in his own world. Once dressed, they headed to the dining hall for breakfast, Charlie acting as if nothing had happened—an indeed, in his mind, nothing had— and Skye looking to him for a role model, deciding that he, too, could refuse to take on some misguided burden of guilt or embarrassment or shame. To his surprise, he found this attitude rather liberating.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 26 University Store

Skye left the dining room and headed over to the university store for his shift. He was greeted by the always amiable Mr. Williams.

“Good morning, Skye.”

“Good morning, Mr. Williams.”

“We have some inventory to unload over here, so you should start there.”

“Yes, sir.” Skye headed over to the t-shirt section. Mr. Williams started to walk away but then abruptly turned back.

“Skye?” he said.

“Yes, sir?”

“I wanted to tell you something. I don’t mean to embarrass you but you did mention that money was tight for you, being a freshman and all, so I arranged with the store’s board to issue your paychecks weekly for one month, just enough time to help get you on your feet. After that, you’ll be paid twice a month, like everyone else.”

Skye was stunned. A new boss did not, it seemed to him, typically take such trouble over a young employee. He stammered out a “Thank you, Mr. Williams.”

The store manager smiled and then offered, “Oh, yes. And I meant to tell you that you can actually set up a kind of savings program here with the store. They’ll deduct whatever percentage you want from your pay and squirrel it away with the credit union. I don’t know if your dad ever told you this, but that’s the best way to save because you don’t even see the money in your pay; it’s already saved. So let me know what you think.”

Unable to help himself, Skey simply stared at this man who had gone to this effort. And, of course, as happened every time, the mention of “Dad” was a bolt to his heart. He made an effort to master himself.

“That’s really nice, Mr. Williams. My dad never told me this because… well…” Despite his best efforts, his eyes began to well up. Mr. Williams caught himself and berated himself silently for making assumptions. He put his hands on Skye’s shoulders and faced him squarely. “We’ll do whatever we can for you while you’re here, Skye…. Now, today’s Friday so I can write your check at the end of your shift but you’d have to decide if you want to put aside a percentage before I write it.”

“Yes, sir,” said Skye. He turned back to the shelves and starting loading them from the inventory boxes. Mr. Williams observed him and felt his own intense pain in his heart.

Moved by an unknown force of gratitude, Skye made the only offer he could to return the favor. “Oh, Mr. Williams, you know how you were saying how you couldn’t figure out how the white briefs were disappearing so fast?”

“Oh yes. I remember we only shipped in about 8 or 10 and most of them are gone. Puzzling, since I know most college guys go for boxers or boxer briefs.”

“Well, I think I know. Um… this is a little embarrassing….”

“Well, you don’t have to tell me. I mean, it’s not life-changing or anything.” He smiled.

“Yes, I know, but it’s just that… well, there’s this guy who lives across the hall from me, and he came barging into our room the other days wearing white Jockeys.”

“He just barged in in his underwear?”

“Sure, happens all the time in the dorm. You must know that.”

Mr. Williams was silent, recalling memories from his college years.

“Most of the guys hang out in their boxers or boxer briefs, as you said, but this guy came bouncing in to show off. He told us…” Skye found himself blushing again, and Mr. Williams picked up on it, continuing the conversation, “And he was bragging about something? You mean, like a girl?”

Skye smiled. “Yeah. A girl. He told us his new girlfriend liked him in white briefs. She thinks they’re kinda hot. And then he showed us… But you know, Mr. Williams, I probably shouldn’t say any more. Except that I made a bet with him that I knew how many briefs he had, and I was right, so for payment he gave me an unopened package from here in the store.” Jesus, Christ, thought Skye. Why am I telling him all this?

Mr. Williams let out a hearty laugh. “College guys and their dumb bets. I think I saw a few of those in my day. Well, you don’t need to say any more, but unless I miss my guess, I’m thinking we’d better order some more white briefs, huh?”

“Yessir, I think so. This guy said his girlfriend was gonna break his bank, but I think he’d do anything for her, including buying new underwear all the time.”

“Seems only appropriate for the age. Or really any age. Men will go to the ends of the earth to please the women, right?” He smiled, turned away, but then turned back to say, “Thanks for telling me, Skye. That’ll help with inventory.”

Skye returned to the shelves, thinking about how he’d take what money he had tomorrow, Saturday, and go into town and get a shirt or two and maybe a pair of pants.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch. 27. Kirk at the store

As if on cue, Kirk appeared at Skye’s elbow. “Hey, bro. I just wanted to see how your jobs working out for you. You seem like you’re already management material!” He flashed his irresistible smile. Flattered, Skye said, “Well, I don’t think I’ll be here for the rest of my life”—and he lowered his voice—“like Mr. Williams, but it’s been great to earn a little something.”

“Speaking of that,” said Kirk, “I was gonna offer to take you into town tomorrow. I know you said you need some clothes, and I doubt you want to buy them here… unless you want that expensive college logo stuff.”

“No, I don’t need that,” said Skye, “and I was just thinking about getting something tomorrow. Seems like you always know what I’m thinking.” He stared for a moment at Kirk, who replied, “That’s what mentors do, buddy.” Again, the smile. “Thing is, I know you don’t have a ton of money, so you’ll have to get what you can manage out of the bank today for tomorrow. I don’t think you have an ATM card yet, do you?”

Skye hadn’t even thought of that. “No, I don’t. I guess I should run over to the bank at lunch. Is there a minimum I have to keep in the account? Oh, and by the way, Mr. Williams say I can be paid weekly for the next month to help get me on my feet. That guy’s awesome.”

“Cool bro,” said Kirk. “Usually for students you only have to keep like five dollars minimum, so that means you can take out like $35 tomorrow and blended with the twenty from the other day.”

“Wow. You actually kept track of that?”

“Mentor.”

Skye turned away, once again feeling the agonizing embarrassment of tears beginning to start. He busied himself with the underwear packages.

Kirk went over next to him and, without warning, grabbed six pairs of underwear and tossed them on the wrong shelf. “Oops!” He grinned. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me!”

Skye look for just a moment and saw the twinkle and muttered jokingly, “Asshole. Making extra work for me. Just wait till practice. I might swipe your jock.”

Kirk grinned again. “Good luck with that. See you then.” He turned on his heel and left the story. Skye paused in a moment of reflection, remembering how the night before he had lain in bed thinking about that number of good things that had happened… until he had realized what Charlie was up to. If he were honest with himself, he found Charlies nocturnal activities kind of bothersome, and he realized that he felt that Charlie might at least have asked before started working on his own cock. Instantly, however, doubt set it. After all, Skye had never roomed with another guy and was used to at least a little privacy. Maybe he was being too sensitive about it. He then recalled the bathroom that morning and how the evidence was clear that both he and Charlie had shot their loads on their stomachs. Could he really be critical of Charlie if he himself had done the same thing. He respected his roommate and hoped he might find the courage to bring up the issue that night.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 28: More Shower-nanigans…

Skye arrived at his locker and noted that Kirk wasn’t there. He had a kind of mild “Surprise” he wanted to show his mentor, so he delayed getting undressed, instead, investigating his locker, stretching, slowly untying his shoes… He was getting a little impatient when, like a ghost, Kirk appeared next to him and started the combo on his lock.

“Hey, Skye. Did you finish your job okay or did they find out you’re a big-decked perv and fire you?” This was almost, but not quite, a slap in the face, even though Skye knew he was just messing with him. He ignored it and took off his shirt and undid his pants zipper and pulled them off. As he had hoped, Mr. Observant Kirk noticed that Skye was wearing blindingly white briefs, like the ones he had had the first day only straight out of the package. Skye did his best imitation of Kirk’s smile, though it was nowhere as effective as the original.

“Whoa, dude! Where’d you get those? Did you have to buy ‘em or… wait, you didn’t swipe them from the store, did you?”

“No way, man. I’m never doing that again. I won these in a bet.”

“A bet? What the fuck?”

“Yep. You know Chris across the hall?”

“Sure, the one who’s always complaining about not getting laid.”

“Well, turns out that he had to buy some underwear for himself and his new girlfriend, and he grabbed the tie tea whites at the store. And get this: she loves them! She thinks they make him look hot.”

“Well, whatever works,” replied Kirk.

“Yeah, but he told us that he and she were making out in their underwear and he got so fuckin horny he actually ripped out the fly of the briefs so his cock stood out. He said that freakin' turned her on big time, so he keeps doing it. The bet was that I knew how many packages he had because I knew he’d gotten them from the store, and I knew how many we had to start with. The payoff was that I got a pair, and here they are. It’s funny, you know. I’ve worn briefs my whole life except for this past week with the boxerbriefs, but when I put these back on, I felt like an old friend had come home.”

Kirk laughed. “Yeah, I kinda get that. You know, you’re not the only one with tighties around here. I’ve got a couple of pairs. Maybe you’ll inspire me to wear ‘em tomorrow in town. But I guess you’ll have to decide what kind you want to buy.”

Skye nodded and worked his brief down, releasing his notable cock and low-hanging balls. He rummaged around in his locker for his jockstrap, as did Kirk. They put them on simultaneously and finished dressing. As they headed for the mat, Skye repeated his question from the previous day: Did the coach let up on Fridays a little?

Foolish question. The practice was devastating. Every guy on the team was utterly spent when they returned. Half of them couldn’t even muster the energy to strip and get to the showers. However, it became clear in the first few moments after plunking down on the bench that the Three Stooges, Will, Kevin, and Brad, had appointed themselves as some kind of “Spirit Squad,” with the self-proclaimed task of keeping the guys’ energy up. They lined themselves up in chairs at the entrance to the showers, and Kevin and Will went through the aisle urging guys to hurry up, as they had something to do for them. To a man, the wrestlers sighed, but they knew only all too well that these guys were themselves irresistible and that, in fact, their crazy schemes actually did make everyone feel better.

Singly, or in groups of 2 or 3, the guys arrived in the showers. “Take your places,” said Brad. “There a bottle of shower gel for every two shower heads.”

Skye found himself next to Mike Z, the “winner” of the last ridiculous competition— the Abominable Soapman Bubble Contest— devised by the fun-loving trio. A couple of guys queried the Stooges.

“Now listen, guys,” called Brad. “We’ve worked a lot on this brilliant song, so just do as you’re told. Everybody turn to your left and look at the back of the guy next to you.”

As instructed, the guys turned, and Skye admired for a moment the curving musculature and striations of Mike Z.

“Grab your body wash and…

Shampoo his hair
Soap his back
Wash from his head
Down to his crack!”

Several whoops and protests greeted this, but like a Revels Master in some Renaissance pageant, Brad did not respond and, surprisingly, the guys followed orders. Skye dumped some gel on Mike Z and scrubbed it in, then he washed Mike Z’s shoulders and back all the way down to the top of his ass crack. He felt grateful that he didn’t have to do more, and in fact, as clownish as the guys could be, no one really wanted to wash another guy’s ass.

Brad and his buddies watched for a minute and then called out, “Now turn and face each other. Get your body wash and….

Chest and abs
Don’t be a punk
Don’t forget to
Wash his junk!”

More protests, but Brad summarily ignored them, and such was his power that again the guys obeyed. Skye squirted body wash on his palms and rubbed Mike Z’s powerful pecs and rock-hard abs. Then, though this was something he had never done, he put more wash on his hands and soaped up Mike Z’s genitalia, which were reasonably impressive. Mike Z laughed through it and said, “This is fucked up…. But it’s kind funny.” He called out to Brian, “Dude, what am I supposed to do with Skye’s junk? There’s not enough body wash in this container to get it all!”

This elicited guffaws from the crowd, and Skye, by now used to the comments, just twisted his hips back and forth a bit to make this cock and balls swing. “C’mon, Mike Z. Do your job!” Skye was amazed at his own brazenness, but it fit the prevailing mood.

“Okay, buddy,” said Mike Z. “But don’t go getting hard or I really won’t have enough!” He lathered up the gel in his hand and worked Skye’s penis and scrotum with a few swiped and twists. “There!” he said. “That should do it.”

The other guys were finishing up and laughing. Skye saw a couple of them with their heads together and for just one fleeting moment he thought maybe they were plotting something against him, but the next moment his anxiety dissipated. Each of the two grabbed a couple of the body wash bottles and as they exited the shower, they aimed them at the Stooges and covered them with soap. The Stooges laughed, figuring they had it coming to them, and then hopped in the shower themselves and did what the rest of the guys had done.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 29. Back in the dorm room.

Dinner was a relatively quiet affair. Half the guys had decided to go out to eat, but Skye felt he should stick to his paid-for meal plan our of responsibility. Afterwards, a couple of guys invited him to play pool in the student union. He had never played so they had to teach him how. He experienced slightly unusual feelings as one of the guys—a broad, muscled lacrosse player—stood behind him and held his hands in the right place to hold the pool cue.

He returned to his dorm and to his surprise, Charlie was not naked; he was wearing gym shorts.

Skye looked at him and said, “What’s the occasion?”

Charlie just looked up with a serious expression. “I just wanted to ask you something, Skye.”

The use of his name snapped Skye’s attention into place. “Oh? What’s that?”

“Well,”continued Charlie with his usual calm, confident demeanor, “It occurred to me that the first day you moved in, I probably should have asked you about the naked thing. I mean, this is my second year here, and I got so used to it, I didn’t even think to ask. And then you seemed cool with it, and then the whole wet dream thing told me that you were open to people, so I just assumed it was ok. But last night I was thinking that maybe I should ask. I mean, to be honest, I hope you still think it’s ok, but if it really bugs you, I can put on shorts or whatever.”

Skye was moved. Most guys he knew would not have had the maturity to simply and calmly state the situation and their opinion. And the truth was that he’d gotten used to it very quickly. There was one thing, though.

Skye looked at his roommate. “Man, you are a cool customer, I gotta say. I would never have been able to say that like you did. But then, I wouldn’t have been hanging around cock-floppin’ in the room like you do!” The rather ridiculous phrase “cock-flopping’,” which appeared out of nowhere, made both boys chuckle.

Taking a cue from Charlie’s book, Skye decided he was up to the task. “No, I don’t mind the naked situation. As you said, I got used to it. And I really appreciated the help with the jizzed boxer briefs. Man, that was embarrassing.”

“But…?” offered Charlie.

“Well, it’s just that last night when… you know… I could hear you…”

“Oh, you mean when I was beating off in bed?”

As usual, the simple candor of Charlie’s remarks got Skye a little off guard.

“Well, yeah…. I just felt like… well, on the Rez I never did anything like that with anyone else around.”

“Oh,” said Charlie. “So no circle jerks or anything?”

“What? Oh,… oh no. I could only do it when I get into my tiny room and my grandma wasn’t constantly knocking at my door.”

“I see,” responded Charlie. “So you felt uncomfortable about it. That’s my bad, dude. I should have asked.”

“Um…. Did you ‘ask’ your roommate last year?”

“Sure. I told you my dad was real open about that kind of thing. I just said to my roomie, ‘Look, we’re both guys and we’re gonna need to jack off a lot, so is it ok if I do it in bed?’ He was cool with it and did it himself. Wasn’t even an issue. Speaking of, if I recall correctly, you jacked off too last night, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” blushed Skye. “I couldn’t help it.” His mind was on the word Dad.

“I thought maybe you weren’t too comfortable with the remarks in the bathroom this morning about us being “twins,” but as I’ve said before, this stuff is perfectly natural and ok. We’re horny athletes, and as Ethan said the other day in the bathroom, since Mother Nature designed us this way, we should be able to take care of ourselves. And believe me, we weren’t the only two guys pumping out a load last night.”

Skye said nothing, and Charlie resumed, “So look, Skye, I wanna be frank about this. I myself think jacking off, hanging around naked, bumping into guys’ hard-ons in the bathroom first thing in the morning is just the way things are, but if it’s really bugging you, all you have to do is tell me. Can we leave it at that?”

An inexplicable flood of relief swept over Skye. This topic had apparently been bothering him subconsciously the entire day. Now he felt better about it.

“Yeah, man…. I just think I needed to clear the air.”

“Cool,” said Charlie. “And just so you know, sometimes I jack off in my bed at night, sometimes in the morning, sometime midday so if you walk in on me beating my meat after lunch, don’t be surprised! I mean, what’a guy supposed to do?” He smiled a winning smile that was second only to Kirk’s.

“One more thing,” said Skye boldly. “You keep mentioning Wells beating off in the shower. Does he do that every day? What does he do when there are guys around?”

“Pretty much every day, but you never know what time of day. If there are guys he makes a minimal effort to turn his back, but you know as well as I that there’s no motion like the back of a guy who’s masturbating. It’s clear as day. Wells just doesn’t care, and to be honest, one thing I like about this dorm is that the other guys don’t care either. I think that’s a good thing. So, we’re good?”

“Good,” echoed Skye. Charlie turned around and at that moment, some ancient Trickster avatar emerged into Skye’s consciousness and before he knew it, he had reached out with both hands and yanked down Charlie’s boxers. Charlie gave a mock whoop of indignation, saying, “How dare you? I'm a dignified young man!” And then pulled the boxers off the rest of the way, swung them above his head in a circle, threw them across the room, planted himself, naked, at his desk and buried his face in his economic textbook.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch. 30 Books at the bookstore

Saturday morning, Skye showed up at the university store at 8:30. Mr. Williams was there, as always. Indeed, Skye admired the fact that Mr. Williams seemed to treat the place like his own mom-and-pop store, taking care of all details and spending extra time there. Skye hoped the higher-ups noticed.

“Good morning, Skye. I meant to ask to see if you got your check yesterday.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you. I ran it over just before practice to it’ll be in the bank. I’m going to…” Skye stopped. He didn’t think he should tell Mr. Williams that he was buying clothes elsewhere; he thought it might lead to awkward questions.

“… I’m going to decide about the credit union after these first few weeks of weekly paychecks. Thank you again for setting that up.”

“My pleasure. So listen, there’s more inventory to shelve, but also I’ve allotted 30 min at the end of your shift so we can go through your text book selections. Do you have the voucher from the college?”

“Yessir, right here in my pocket.”

“And the required book lists?”

“Yessir.”

“Okay, then. Let’s get to work.”

The morning passed quickly and at 11:30 Mr. Williams said, “Ok, grab your book list and your vouchers… oh, and one of those baskets. The textbooks are downstairs.” They headed down to the lower level where Skye just stared at the endless rows of textbooks of all kinds. They had had a small library on the Rez, but nothing like this.
“Um… I don’t even know where to start, Mr. Williams.”

“I do. Lemme help you.” He looked at the list and explained how the systemizing method worked. Skye took in very little, being somewhat overwhelmed between the kindness of Mr. Williams and the picture of what he would have done wrong without some guidance.

Mr. Williams chatted away and helped him choose the appropriate texts, and soon the basket was heavy. “That seems to take care of it, Skye,” said the older man. “Good to know you’ve got all your basics. Now bring them to check-out and show them your voucher.”

Skye brought out the paper form and the books were charged to a scholarship fund. He couldn’t help feeling like a charity case, and indeed Mr. Williams’ perfectly innocuous remark about “basics” stung a little; all of Skye’s courses were either beginning or remedial, something he had discussed with the school’s representative back in the summer at his small house. He knew it wasn’t his fault; the educational system at most Rez communities wasn’t particularly strong, a legacy of the mistreatment of Native Americans over the past centuries.

He tried to get beyond this feeling of inferiority, relying heavily on his wrestling skills as the one thing that he was advanced in.

“Okay, Skye. That’s it,” said Mr. Williams into Skye’s fog. “Your shift is over, so I’ll see you Wednesday evening: one weekday evening and Saturday mornings is what we decided, right?”

“Yessir… unless I find I have more time, but I won’t want to fall behind in academics and of course wrestling takes a lot of time and energy.” He hesitated but was so moved by his boss’s interest in him that he screwed up his courage and said in a low voice, “It’s really crucial that I keep up academically. I think I have a long way to go cuz…”

“I understand. The Rez.” He looked at Skye with eyes that were sympathetic but without condescension.

“Thanks for your help, Mr. Williams. I don’t think I could figured all that out on my own.”

Mr. Williams chuckled. “See you Wednesday.”

Skye took his bag of books and was about to leave when Kirk showed up.

“Ready to go?”

“I got these books.”

“Cool. A real scholar. Are we going downtown?”

“Yeah but what…?”

“You can put ‘em in my car, dude. Let’s go.”

“Gotta go to the bank first, remember?”

“Oh yeah,” said Kirk. “No problem.” They stopped at the bank and Kirk showed Skye how to make a withdrawal. His check from Friday had already cleared, so he left the bank with about $80 in cash, more than he had ever held in his life.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch. 31 The Mall

The two wrestlers walked a few minutes to the student parking lot and Kirk unlocked his none-too-shabby Honda—a Camry that was more than a few years old but in good shape. One glance told Skye that his mentor, while perhaps not rich, came from a comfortable background.

“Nice wheels,” he muttered.

“Yep, ol’ Bessie here has been reliable. Family car, you know?”

“Sure.”

They got into the car and Skye tossed his book bag in the back seat. “This is a nice car, man.”

Kirk, perhaps a little aware of the impression his car made, just smiled. “Let’s go.”

They drove for about 10 minutes to a downtown mall and Kirk pulled up in the garage. He could see from Skye’s wide eyes that this was a new experience for him. Kirk found that incomprehensible but he reminded himself that, shamefully, he knew almost nothing about life on the Rez, despite not living that far from it. He had a plan. He grabbed Skye and pulled him from the parking garage into the mall and headed to Macy’s.

Skye was stunned at the cornucopia of clothing that surrounded him in the store. In fact, it was intimidating as few things had been in a life that had been, after all, full of toughness.

Kirk took him to the jeans aisle and picked out a couple of pairs for each of them along with some collared shirts. Skye didn’t even bother to look at the price tag. He knew he wasn’t going to buy shirts here. He knew about discount stores like TJ Maxx, but he thought he’d humor Kirk, who, he thought, was oblivious to the money situation. But he was wrong. Kirk leaned over and spoke softly, “Dude, do me a favor. There’s this salesman here, about our age, and, to be honest, I can tell he’s got the eye for yours truly. Every time I come in here, I make a point of changing with the door open, coming out shirtless sometimes, and all that kinda shit. You should see his reaction. SOOO obvious. But it’s harmless fun. You up for it?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Just follow my lead.”

The two students went back into the men’s dressing room. Each individual stall had louvered doors on it, but Kirk made a point of taking off his shirt before going it, and Skye did likewise. Kirk, and therefore Skye, left the door wide open.

“Just wait about…. One more second… Now!” And on cue, the sale clerk appeared. He was a svelte young man of about twenty, pale-skinned with a shock of short cut red hair and fine features. It was obvious he cared about clothing and appearance. His own shirt and pants hung beautifully on his muscular slender body. Skye could detect a set of pecs that looked on the verge of expanding dramatically once the guy had finished growing.

Skye stood there shirtless, while his confederate in this little event did the same. Kirk pretended to ponder, “Huh. This one looks like maybe it’s your size, but this bigger one will probably fit me better, huh?” He looked at the sales clerk and Skye thought, “Jesus, could this guy BE more obvious?” The salesman gulped like a starving man and let his eyes rove over Kirk and Skye’s muscular wrestlers’ torso before he could stop himself and busy himself with rearranging some shirts on the return table. Kirk stood there for a moment longer, then stretched and yawned as if it were first thing in the morning, knowing his movement and vocalization would force the clerk to look up. Sure enough.

“Here ya go, dude” and he tossed the shirt to Skye. Each retired to the changing closet but, as instructed, Skye left the door open. In a too-loud voice, Kirk called out, “Maybe we should try on the jeans and then the shirts after. Give the girls a chance to check us out on campus, you know?” Although Skye didn’t see it, he could practically hear Kirk flashing a smile. But he also heard the sales clerk gasp. That guy had no self-control, it appeared. Skye wasn’t too sure about whatever this trick was; he didn’t like humiliating people. But he realized that humiliation wasn’t on the table. The clerk was clearly enjoying this whole situation.

Kirk ostentatiously unzipped his cargo shorts and let them drop. Like he’d promised, he was wearing one of his white briefs and he made a big show in the closet of reaching down to pick up his cargo shorts, poking his ass out of the door frame just enough for his “audience” to glimpse a peek. Another gasp. Skye began to get into the game and dropped his shorts and leaned toward the door so his orange boxer-briefs showed. The two of them pulled on their jeans, but Kirk left his unbuttoned at the top and walked out, still shirtless. Skye did the same except he had buttoned his fly completely, so in a brazen moment, he undid the top button in full view of the clerk, who made no noise but only stared.

Kirk, in full engagement mode now, reached over and tugged a little on Skye’s waistband and resettled his jeans. “Yeah, that’s better. These are nice, huh?”

Skye stared at him, astonished at his boldness. “Yep. Nice.” There was a moment of tension in the dressing area—that tension they always talk about being thick enough to cut with a knife. It was broken by a middle-aged man who grumbled as he entered the area. “Fuck, I hate shopping” he muttered and quickly disappeared into his own closet.

“Let’s try on a couple more and move on,” said Kirk. “But first, let’s see how the shirts are hung.” He leaned on that last term, knowing it would evoke the response from the clerk and sure enough, the fellow’s eyes became riveted on Kirk’s zipper. Kirk just smiled and returned to his closet. They enacted variations on this scenes a couple of more times, and finally the clerk spoke up: “Can I help you with anything else?”

“No thanks, man,” said Kirk winningly. “We’re just here to try on some stuff and then compare. Thanks.”

The clerk looked disappointed and finally left the changing area. “I always say that, “whispered Kirk. “Bums the poor guy out but it’s fuckin hilarious how obvious he is. Hey, I can’t blame him. I’m a hottie, for sure! My Aunt Evelyn told me so!” This cracked Kirk up and Skye smiled as well, asking, “Why do you do this again?”

“Well, I figure a guy like that needs all the fantasy material for his spank bank he can get, so I see it as doing him a favor.”

Skye repeated the unfamiliar term: “Spank bank.”

Kirk looked at him. “You won’t know what a…? Well, never mind. More on that later.”

"This game doesn’t hurt your self-esteem any, does it?”

“Everyone needs a shot of confidence, buddy; even Mr. Sales over there.”

“Yeah, I know. They kept sending experts in self-esteem to the Rez high school to tell us we should be proud of ourselves. As we sat there in broken desks.”

“You gotta tell more about that, dude. Meanwhile, let’s hit the road. I only brought you here to show you the fancy stuff you can get cheaper at other stores.”

Skye was relieved. “Well, I’m glad you said that, man. I was gonna say I couldn’t afford this stuff. Isn’t there like a TJ Maxx or whatever around here?”

“There is. Also this odd chain of stores called Bob’s. Super basic and cheap. It’s at the end of the mall.”

The two walked the length of the mall and Skye noticed how many mall-aged girls were looking at them and giggling. He even noticed a few teenage guys looking enviously, either because they themselves had nothing like the bodies of these wrestlers, or because they were getting there and they didn’t want their girlfriends to see the college boys further along the path than they were.

At Bob’s, Skye saw piles of carelessly stacked shirts or racks with sloppily hanging shirts, but he was happy with the prices, figuring he could buy a couple of pairs of jeans, a few shirts and some underwear and socks. Unused to having money, he fell under its spell and didn’t give a thought to saving some of it. This was the first time he had ever been able to spend without even a modicum of self-restraint.

He went back to the changing area with Kirk alongside, holding just one shirt he thought he might buy. Skye was surprised that the enclosed area had one make-shift individual closet made of cheap plywood but that the rest of the area was just an open space walled in. He realized that in order to keep costs down, Bob’s relied on the cultural acceptance than men can change clothes in the presence of complete strangers because, after all, they were “just guys.” A week earlier this would have troubled Skye, but after so much nudity on the team and in the dorm, he figured he could try on jeans in front of guys he didn’t know, and indeed, all the men, from teenagers to middle-agers, were busy trying on stuff and paying him no attention at all. That changed slightly when Kirk took off his shirt and pants and stood for a moment in his tie tea-whites. A couple of the dad types looked, probably surprised that guy his age wore that kind of underwear, but also gazing admiringly, though clandestinely, at this college stud, no doubt remembering the days when they looked something like that. Skye stripped down to his boxer-briefs and got something of the same attention.

In the end, Skye bought two pairs of jeans, a pair of khaki shorts, two tennis style shirts and one collared shirt, a couple of pairs of socks and a pair of boxer briefs, blue and gray. He felt like the kings he’d heard about in books.

At the register, another skinny twenty-something looked at him, noting Skye’s nearly black straight hair, grey eyes, and a certain skin tone and stopped mid-key stroke. Like his colleague in the back, he gulped, and then quickly returned to the register, muttering, “Did you find everything all right?”

Normally, Skye would have answered a perfunctory “Yes,” but he had caught the spirit of Kirk’s little game and said clearly though softly, “Sure did. Tried ‘em on in the changing rooms… except of course for these boxer-briefs.” He leaned on the term just as Kirk had, and he had the pleasure of watching the clerk’s pale skin flush from the neck up, like a thermometer.

The cashier busied himself with the order and putting Skye’s clothing in a bag. He leaned over and said sotto voce, “I didn’t charge you for the men’s underwear. Special today…” Skye was stunned. The clerk took his payment and returned his change, and Skye walked out of the store with more than $20, more clothes than he had ever dreamed of having, and more understanding of how human nature worked. The pre-college years of his working out with homemade weights (an abandoned body shop pole stuck into a coffee can of cement on either end had been his primary weight lifting tool) plus his wrestling training made him grateful yet again to be a fit, impressive specimen.

Kirk smiled at his friend’s new clothing, his extra cash, and his willingness to play along. “See?” he said at the car. “Shopping ain’t so bad now, is it?”

“Nope! That was awesome. Did you hear what that cashier said?”

“No, what?”

“He said they had a special on underwear and didn’t charge me!”

“Dude, I’ll bet you can get that reaction in a lot of places. Although I am kinda jealous. That guy at Macy’s has never offered me a discount or free merch. Of course, I never actually buy anything there, but still….” He grinned. “Let’s go back to campus.”

Suddenly, Skye burst out: “Oh! ‘Spank bank!’ I get it now. I’d never heard that?You mean what he thinks about when he…” His sentence remained unfinished, but his fist pump made it clear.

“Yep.”

“But I mean, you aren’t, ya know, interested in him….?”

“Nope. Not for me.”

“Then why…?”

“Look, dude, it’s like we’ve said before. Guys are horny period. PERIOD….. and no menstrual joke intended. So I figure if I can help a guy like that out by showing him his fantasy in real life, it’s just all part of the brotherhood, ya know?”

Skye sat in silence, contemplating the power of guys.

 

[Hornynow]

Fuck. I just saw as I hit send that I wrote "he had a BUGLE in his pants." Obviously, I meant "BULGE". (Altho' "bugle" might not be that far off base. I mean, it's something to blow...Too funny. (tho I hate it when I miss typos).

Omg must had been an exciting time.

 

[Hornynow]

So excellent all that happening to you! Totally agree that boys need to learn to be comfortable with themselves and around other males in various states of undress etc! It's definitely up to us to teach them that...

Was shy.

 

[Hornynow]

Ch. 31 The Mall

The two wrestlers walked a few minutes to the student parking lot and Kirk unlocked his none-too-shabby Honda—a Camry that was more than a few years old but in good shape. One glance told Skye that his mentor, while perhaps not rich, came from a comfortable background.

“Nice wheels,” he muttered.

“Yep, ol’ Bessie here has been reliable. Family car, you know?”

“Sure.”

They got into the car and Skye tossed his book bag in the back seat. “This is a nice car, man.”

Kirk, perhaps a little aware of the impression his car made, just smiled. “Let’s go.”

They drove for about 10 minutes to a downtown mall and Kirk pulled up in the garage. He could see from Skye’s wide eyes that this was a new experience for him. Kirk found that incomprehensible but he reminded himself that, shamefully, he knew almost nothing about life on the Rez, despite not living that far from it. He had a plan. He grabbed Skye and pulled him from the parking garage into the mall and headed to Macy’s.

Skye was stunned at the cornucopia of clothing that surrounded him in the store. In fact, it was intimidating as few things had been in a life that had been, after all, full of toughness.

Kirk took him to the jeans aisle and picked out a couple of pairs for each of them along with some collared shirts. Skye didn’t even bother to look at the price tag. He knew he wasn’t going to buy shirts here. He knew about discount stores like TJ Maxx, but he thought he’d humor Kirk, who, he thought, was oblivious to the money situation. But he was wrong. Kirk leaned over and spoke softly, “Dude, do me a favor. There’s this salesman here, about our age, and, to be honest, I can tell he’s got the eye for yours truly. Every time I come in here, I make a point of changing with the door open, coming out shirtless sometimes, and all that kinda shit. You should see his reaction. SOOO obvious. But it’s harmless fun. You up for it?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Just follow my lead.”

The two students went back into the men’s dressing room. Each individual stall had louvered doors on it, but Kirk made a point of taking off his shirt before going it, and Skye did likewise. Kirk, and therefore Skye, left the door wide open.

“Just wait about…. One more second… Now!” And on cue, the sale clerk appeared. He was a svelte young man of about twenty, pale-skinned with a shock of short cut red hair and fine features. It was obvious he cared about clothing and appearance. His own shirt and pants hung beautifully on his muscular slender body. Skye could detect a set of pecs that looked on the verge of expanding dramatically once the guy had finished growing.

Skye stood there shirtless, while his confederate in this little event did the same. Kirk pretended to ponder, “Huh. This one looks like maybe it’s your size, but this bigger one will probably fit me better, huh?” He looked at the sales clerk and Skye thought, “Jesus, could this guy BE more obvious?” The salesman gulped like a starving man and let his eyes rove over Kirk and Skye’s muscular wrestlers’ torso before he could stop himself and busy himself with rearranging some shirts on the return table. Kirk stood there for a moment longer, then stretched and yawned as if it were first thing in the morning, knowing his movement and vocalization would force the clerk to look up. Sure enough.

“Here ya go, dude” and he tossed the shirt to Skye. Each retired to the changing closet but, as instructed, Skye left the door open. In a too-loud voice, Kirk called out, “Maybe we should try on the jeans and then the shirts after. Give the girls a chance to check us out on campus, you know?” Although Skye didn’t see it, he could practically hear Kirk flashing a smile. But he also heard the sales clerk gasp. That guy had no self-control, it appeared. Skye wasn’t too sure about whatever this trick was; he didn’t like humiliating people. But he realized that humiliation wasn’t on the table. The clerk was clearly enjoying this whole situation.

Kirk ostentatiously unzipped his cargo shorts and let them drop. Like he’d promised, he was wearing one of his white briefs and he made a big show in the closet of reaching down to pick up his cargo shorts, poking his ass out of the door frame just enough for his “audience” to glimpse a peek. Another gasp. Skye began to get into the game and dropped his shorts and leaned toward the door so his orange boxer-briefs showed. The two of them pulled on their jeans, but Kirk left his unbuttoned at the top and walked out, still shirtless. Skye did the same except he had buttoned his fly completely, so in a brazen moment, he undid the top button in full view of the clerk, who made no noise but only stared.

Kirk, in full engagement mode now, reached over and tugged a little on Skye’s waistband and resettled his jeans. “Yeah, that’s better. These are nice, huh?”

Skye stared at him, astonished at his boldness. “Yep. Nice.” There was a moment of tension in the dressing area—that tension they always talk about being thick enough to cut with a knife. It was broken by a middle-aged man who grumbled as he entered the area. “Fuck, I hate shopping” he muttered and quickly disappeared into his own closet.

“Let’s try on a couple more and move on,” said Kirk. “But first, let’s see how the shirts are hung.” He leaned on that last term, knowing it would evoke the response from the clerk and sure enough, the fellow’s eyes became riveted on Kirk’s zipper. Kirk just smiled and returned to his closet. They enacted variations on this scenes a couple of more times, and finally the clerk spoke up: “Can I help you with anything else?”

“No thanks, man,” said Kirk winningly. “We’re just here to try on some stuff and then compare. Thanks.”

The clerk looked disappointed and finally left the changing area. “I always say that, “whispered Kirk. “Bums the poor guy out but it’s fuckin hilarious how obvious he is. Hey, I can’t blame him. I’m a hottie, for sure! My Aunt Evelyn told me so!” This cracked Kirk up and Skye smiled as well, asking, “Why do you do this again?”

“Well, I figure a guy like that needs all the fantasy material for his spank bank he can get, so I see it as doing him a favor.”

Skye repeated the unfamiliar term: “Spank bank.”

Kirk looked at him. “You won’t know what a…? Well, never mind. More on that later.”

"This game doesn’t hurt your self-esteem any, does it?”

“Everyone needs a shot of confidence, buddy; even Mr. Sales over there.”

“Yeah, I know. They kept sending experts in self-esteem to the Rez high school to tell us we should be proud of ourselves. As we sat there in broken desks.”

“You gotta tell more about that, dude. Meanwhile, let’s hit the road. I only brought you here to show you the fancy stuff you can get cheaper at other stores.”

Skye was relieved. “Well, I’m glad you said that, man. I was gonna say I couldn’t afford this stuff. Isn’t there like a TJ Maxx or whatever around here?”

“There is. Also this odd chain of stores called Bob’s. Super basic and cheap. It’s at the end of the mall.”

The two walked the length of the mall and Skye noticed how many mall-aged girls were looking at them and giggling. He even noticed a few teenage guys looking enviously, either because they themselves had nothing like the bodies of these wrestlers, or because they were getting there and they didn’t want their girlfriends to see the college boys further along the path than they were.

At Bob’s, Skye saw piles of carelessly stacked shirts or racks with sloppily hanging shirts, but he was happy with the prices, figuring he could buy a couple of pairs of jeans, a few shirts and some underwear and socks. Unused to having money, he fell under its spell and didn’t give a thought to saving some of it. This was the first time he had ever been able to spend without even a modicum of self-restraint.

He went back to the changing area with Kirk alongside, holding just one shirt he thought he might buy. Skye was surprised that the enclosed area had one make-shift individual closet made of cheap plywood but that the rest of the area was just an open space walled in. He realized that in order to keep costs down, Bob’s relied on the cultural acceptance than men can change clothes in the presence of complete strangers because, after all, they were “just guys.” A week earlier this would have troubled Skye, but after so much nudity on the team and in the dorm, he figured he could try on jeans in front of guys he didn’t know, and indeed, all the men, from teenagers to middle-agers, were busy trying on stuff and paying him no attention at all. That changed slightly when Kirk took off his shirt and pants and stood for a moment in his tie tea-whites. A couple of the dad types looked, probably surprised that guy his age wore that kind of underwear, but also gazing admiringly, though clandestinely, at this college stud, no doubt remembering the days when they looked something like that. Skye stripped down to his boxer-briefs and got something of the same attention.

In the end, Skye bought two pairs of jeans, a pair of khaki shorts, two tennis style shirts and one collared shirt, a couple of pairs of socks and a pair of boxer briefs, blue and gray. He felt like the kings he’d heard about in books.

At the register, another skinny twenty-something looked at him, noting Skye’s nearly black straight hair, grey eyes, and a certain skin tone and stopped mid-key stroke. Like his colleague in the back, he gulped, and then quickly returned to the register, muttering, “Did you find everything all right?”

Normally, Skye would have answered a perfunctory “Yes,” but he had caught the spirit of Kirk’s little game and said clearly though softly, “Sure did. Tried ‘em on in the changing rooms… except of course for these boxer-briefs.” He leaned on the term just as Kirk had, and he had the pleasure of watching the clerk’s pale skin flush from the neck up, like a thermometer.

The cashier busied himself with the order and putting Skye’s clothing in a bag. He leaned over and said sotto voce, “I didn’t charge you for the men’s underwear. Special today…” Skye was stunned. The clerk took his payment and returned his change, and Skye walked out of the store with more than $20, more clothes than he had ever dreamed of having, and more understanding of how human nature worked. The pre-college years of his working out with homemade weights (an abandoned body shop pole stuck into a coffee can of cement on either end had been his primary weight lifting tool) plus his wrestling training made him grateful yet again to be a fit, impressive specimen.

Kirk smiled at his friend’s new clothing, his extra cash, and his willingness to play along. “See?” he said at the car. “Shopping ain’t so bad now, is it?”

“Nope! That was awesome. Did you hear what that cashier said?”

“No, what?”

“He said they had a special on underwear and didn’t charge me!”

“Dude, I’ll bet you can get that reaction in a lot of places. Although I am kinda jealous. That guy at Macy’s has never offered me a discount or free merch. Of course, I never actually buy anything there, but still….” He grinned. “Let’s go back to campus.”

Suddenly, Skye burst out: “Oh! ‘Spank bank!’ I get it now. I’d never heard that?You mean what he thinks about when he…” His sentence remained unfinished, but his fist pump made it clear.

“Yep.”

“But I mean, you aren’t, ya know, interested in him….?”

“Nope. Not for me.”

“Then why…?”

“Look, dude, it’s like we’ve said before. Guys are horny period. PERIOD….. and no menstrual joke intended. So I figure if I can help a guy like that out by showing him his fantasy in real life, it’s just all part of the brotherhood, ya know?”

Skye sat in silence, contemplating the power of guys.

Wow

 

[Hornynow]

Hell yes! Love to read it!

I get really horny with this type of material. It is hot hot to hear dudes have had these experiences. I lived a very sheltered life.

 

[Hornynow]

Let’s see it!

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.

So

 

[Hornynow]

.....oh, HELL-YEAH. MAN!.....I am definitely *quite-eager* to read it!...and, I will keep-checking-back, hoping you post it real-soon!.....JAKE

I love this hot story. I would had loved to be a fly on the wall watching/seeing this shit.

 

[Hornynow]

.....WOW!...THIS IS GREAT!...kinda like actually being right-there!...it`s so real!.....I can definitely relate to SKYE!...and, KIRK seems *really-cool!*...what a great- guy!.....this is really good!...is there more?.....*loving* this!...I just kinda put myself in SKYE`S place in this!...such-a *really-GREAT-story!*

Best story ever heard here. Sure others. My ball sack really filled up. So horny.

 

[Hornynow]

Is that all you’d like to do to his “piece”? Enquiring minds want to know.

Oh please show.

 

[Hornynow]

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

Any more. Chapter 1 and 2 hot. How many more?

 

[Opinionman]

Any more. Chapter 1 and 2 hot. How many more?

I've posted up to Ch. 31. Did you not see them?