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I don't know how I will not be able to able to not jack off. I love this content.
Timothy
Jockstrap Fan
I can relate having lived a pretty, sheltered life as well…
BillyC
If not commando, then jocked.
Give us horny men a day with you Timothy! We’ll wipe that sheltered from your memory!!!
Yes Oh TimothyGive us horny men a day with you Timothy! We’ll wipe that sheltered from your memory!!!
So true
Oh you you'd be during.
Even if hard
BillyC
If not commando, then jocked.
Especially if.
empty out. Ohhhhh
Monty_Ross
Jockstrap Fan
So good! How do we get more chapters?!
Timothy
Jockstrap Fan
When big BillyC?? Please?Give us horny men a day with you Timothy! We’ll wipe that sheltered from your memory!!!
I’ve never been spanked, brutally forced, spit roasted or double penetrated. Can you help me out?
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Timothy
Jockstrap Fan
I think I would love to be sandwiched between the both of you!! Never done more than one either..Yes Oh Timothy
Timothy
Jockstrap Fan
Really, this is one of the most beautiful stories I have ever read! thank you for sharing a real life experience
BillyC
If not commando, then jocked.
Boy, you’ve got a lot of living to do.
Timothy
Jockstrap Fan
Mind being my mentor?
Also, I would like to role-play being totally ass-raped in the great outdoors… with NO fucking lube.
I could go for a long nature walk in my Jockstrap, running shorts, tank top and shoes.. and, at some point in time you can overtake me and do whatever you please by brute male force. I think I would even do that with you without a “safe word”…
I mean a play brutal full fledged butt-fuckin’ rape and assault on my boy pussy as though you dared me to bear your son afterwards - that is how hard I would need you to forceably go at it/me…
YOU would walk away with both my shorts and Jockstrap and, me, left overly full of your precious semen hopefully impregnating me with a baby boy..
It’s not just a fantasy it’s something I wanna really make a reality tho, lol, the very last part about being pregnant would be the fantasy.
you would literally threaten me with a knife at my scrote as to
Your cutting off my testicles, stuffing them down my throat if I didn’t open my ass wide for your big mancock at least four or five times… it could be over a period of 24 to 48 hours if not more…
BillyC
If not commando, then jocked.
MEN don’t need safe words!
Oh Timmy just bend over. Your man pussy needs to be spread wide open with your gaping hole squeezing like a vacuum.
Timothy
Jockstrap Fan
YOU’RE Absolutely right BillyC-man! See??? I need you as my mentor. Fuck a safe word!!
YES
Timothy
Jockstrap Fan
Lol, opinionman said?
Jockstrap wearer!! What do you think?? Hell yeah, I swear on BOTH of my man testicles. PLEASE Post away dear bro!!
I'm so horny
Opinionman
Jockstrap Fan
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Ch 32 A roomie in borrowed clothes?
Skye returned to his dorm room, hoping that Charlie would be there, which he was, in his customary state of undress.
“Hey, man. I went to get some clothes with Kirk. Wanna see?”
“Sure, dude.”
Skye tossed his purchases on the bed and pulled off his shorts to pull on the jeans. Charlie watched with mild interest, but Skye was too excited to have some new clothes that he didn’t notice. He pulled off his shirt and pulled up the jeans and fastened them.
“There. It’s almost like being a regular student! You should try it.”
“I can see you’re happy. That’s cool.”
“Yeah, it’s nice to have something I bought with money I earned. Oh man, I gotta go take a piss.” He left the room and went down the hall.
When he returned, he was stunned to see Charlie wearing the other pair of his new jeans.
“What the fuck, man?”
“Hey! You said I should ‘try it’! So I did.”
“Yeah but… did you at least put on underwear?”
“Underwear? Me?”
“Aw fuck, man, you tried on my jeans commando?”
“Oh get over it. It’s not like you haven’t brushed up against a hundred dicks in the bathroom and showers over the last week. I’ve only had ‘em on for a second, anyway. Just wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”
Skye had to admit to himself that Charlie had a point; he’d bumped into plenty of cocks that past week, so his roomie having his cock and ball brushing against the material for a minute was hardly a big deal. Charlie unbuttoned the jeans and pulled them off. Skye noticed his roommate’s dick was chubbing out a little.
“Huh,” said Charlie, “well, will ya look at that? Maybe I should try on clothes more often.”
Skye just smirked and grabbed the jeans and put the rest of his clothes away in a drawer. He thought he might savor the feeling of having unworn clothes in his drawers and maybe not wear them that night but start out on a Sunday morning in his new duds.
He went to the dining hall and then to play more pool with a couple of the guys. Again, having the lacrosse player stand behind him and reach around to guide his cue was a situation that Skye had never encountered until the pool lesson the other day. He put aside his reaction for later.
That evening, he jumped into bed, naked as now had become his custom. He fell asleep happier than he had been in ages.
That happiness was altered somewhat in his dream. Very vividly, he was back in the Macy’s changing rooms with Kirk, but this time, the sales clerk was much closer to them, and he made no attempt at discretion but rather stared at the guys’ crotches with tiger-like intensity. Skye looked from the clerk to his mentor and back and forth. For a long moment the clerk gazed at Skye’s jeans zipper, making no movement. Skye could feel himself flushing with heat and experiencing a profound punch to the gut, but exciting rather than painful.
He struggled in the dream, unsure about that to do, and to his relief, he woke up, thrashing. He immediately noted his erection and thought, “Oh, fuck, Not again.” But his anxiety was groundless. He may have had a hard-on that was leaking like crazy, but at least he hadn’t had a wet dream again.
In the next moment, he knew he had no control over the situation and reached down, taking the shaft of his erection in his right hand and cupping his balls with his left. Within a couple of minutes of frantic stroking, made more difficult by his perhaps misplaced desire to keep quiet, and some serious ball-tugging, he ejaculated copiously on his muscled chest and abs. He managed a grunt and a few exhalations, hoping all the while that Charlie was asleep. He wasn’t sure what to do with all the jizz on his stomach, but then he remembered that, like most college guys, he couldn’t be bothered to actually put his clothes away, so there was a sock on the floor by the bed. He grabbed it and wiped up the cum and then, not wanting to leave it on the ground as a giveaway, he tucked it under his pillow. Charlie stirred in his sleep and emitted a groan, but did not wake…seemingly.
Startled at the dream, Skye tried to reproduce it and see if it led naturally to an interpretation, but as usual, once he’d shot his load he could barely keep his eyes open. He’d heard that this was true of other guys and it seemed to piss off their girlfriends: blow and go wasn’t maybe the most rewarding sex life for a woman, but hey, guys are guys.
Startled at the dream, Skye tried to reproduce it and see if it led naturally to an interpretation, but as usual, once he’d shot his load he could barely keep his eyes open. He’d heard that this was true of other guys and it seemed to piss off their girlfriends: blow and go wasn’t maybe the most rewarding sex life for a woman, but hey, guys are guys.
Ch 32 A roomie in borrowed clothes?
Skye returned to his dorm room, hoping that Charlie would be there, which he was, in his customary state of undress.
“Hey, man. I went to get some clothes with Kirk. Wanna see?”
“Sure, dude.”
Skye tossed his purchases on the bed and pulled off his shorts to pull on the jeans. Charlie watched with mild interest, but Skye was too excited to have some new clothes that he didn’t notice. He pulled off his shirt and pulled up the jeans and fastened them.
“There. It’s almost like being a regular student! You should try it.”
“I can see you’re happy. That’s cool.”
“Yeah, it’s nice to have something I bought with money I earned. Oh man, I gotta go take a piss.” He left the room and went down the hall.
When he returned, he was stunned to see Charlie wearing the other pair of his new jeans.
“What the fuck, man?”
“Hey! You said I should ‘try it’! So I did.”
“Yeah but… did you at least put on underwear?”
“Underwear? Me?”
“Aw fuck, man, you tried on my jeans commando?”
“Oh get over it. It’s not like you haven’t brushed up against a hundred dicks in the bathroom and showers over the last week. I’ve only had ‘em on for a second, anyway. Just wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”
Skye had to admit to himself that Charlie had a point; he’d bumped into plenty of cocks that past week, so his roomie having his cock and ball brushing against the material for a minute was hardly a big deal. Charlie unbuttoned the jeans and pulled them off. Skye noticed his roommate’s dick was chubbing out a little.
“Huh,” said Charlie, “well, will ya look at that? Maybe I should try on clothes more often.”
Skye just smirked and grabbed the jeans and put the rest of his clothes away in a drawer. He thought he might savor the feeling of having unworn clothes in his drawers and maybe not wear them that night but start out on a Sunday morning in his new duds.
He went to the dining hall and then to play more pool with a couple of the guys. Again, having the lacrosse player stand behind him and reach around to guide his cue was a situation that Skye had never encountered until the pool lesson the other day. He put aside his reaction for later.
That evening, he jumped into bed, naked as now had become his custom. He fell asleep happier than he had been in ages.
That happiness was altered somewhat in his dream. Very vividly, he was back in the Macy’s changing rooms with Kirk, but this time, the sales clerk was much closer to them, and he made no attempt at discretion but rather stared at the guys’ crotches with tiger-like intensity. Skye looked from the clerk to his mentor and back and forth. For a long moment the clerk gazed at Skye’s jeans zipper, making no movement. Skye could feel himself flushing with heat and experiencing a profound punch to the gut, but exciting rather than painful.
He struggled in the dream, unsure about that to do, and to his relief, he woke up, thrashing. He immediately noted his erection and thought, “Oh, fuck, Not again.” But his anxiety was groundless. He may have had a hard-on that was leaking like crazy, but at least he hadn’t had a wet dream again.
In the next moment, he knew he had no control over the situation and reached down, taking the shaft of his erection in his right hand and cupping his balls with his left. Within a couple of minutes of frantic stroking, made more difficult by his perhaps misplaced desire to keep quiet, and some serious ball-tugging, he ejaculated copiously on his muscled chest and abs. He managed a grunt and a few exhalations, hoping all the while that Charlie was asleep. He wasn’t sure what to do with all the jizz on his stomach, but then he remembered that, like most college guys, he couldn’t be bothered to actually put his clothes away, so there was a sock on the floor by the bed. He grabbed it and wiped up the cum and then, not wanting to leave it on the ground as a giveaway, he tucked it under his pillow. Charlie stirred in his sleep and emitted a groan, but did not wake…seemingly.
Startled at the dream, Skye tried to reproduce it and see if it led naturally to an interpretation, but as usual, once he’d shot his load he could barely keep his eyes open. He’d heard that this was true of other guys and it seemed to piss off their girlfriends: blow and go wasn’t maybe the most rewarding sex life for a woman, but hey, guys are guys.
Startled at the dream, Skye tried to reproduce it and see if it led naturally to an interpretation, but as usual, once he’d shot his load he could barely keep his eyes open. He’d heard that this was true of other guys and it seemed to piss off their girlfriends: blow and go wasn’t maybe the most rewarding sex life for a woman, but hey, guys are guys.
Opinionman
Jockstrap Fan
Ch. 34?: Startin' Studies
Next morning, Skye didn’t remember his dream, but he felt two emotions at once inside him: one was a feeling of contentment and belonging that was new to him and (had he known it)n was partly due to having jacked off the night before; the other was a feeling of nerves or even dread. Skye had, of course, had many moments of conflict and tension in his life; life on the Rez was never easy. But there, at least, he had known the culture, known the worldview. Here, he was confronted with an opponent that no mere muscles could master, no tricky wrestling maneuver clinch: books.
He sat this his dorm desk after breakfast and stared at the 5 or 6 books in a pile: Basic Writing Skills, Pre-Algebra for College Freshmen, A History of America,¡Avancemos! Four courses, four arenas where, unlike the wrestling mat, he would be entering a world with little confidence. He had been so entranced with the recruiting coach who had spoken to him at high school matches, and smitten with the vision of actually attending college on a wrestling “scholarship,” that he hadn’t ever actually taken the time to consider the realities of academics.
Still, he was no delicate flower. He knew determination could travel countless miles once experience had stopped at the side of the road. He pulled the first book towards him: writing. Gingerly, he opened it up and read a few pages at random. He had always figured that writing would be just like speaking, and the few writing assignments he had had in high school had received high grades… but it suddenly struck him that perhaps the teachers on the Rez were more interesting in making their students’ performances look good for the purposes of obtaining more money for the school than actually assessing their work accurately. Slightly sickened at the thought that he might be woefully unprepared—even more than he had occasionally imagined— he flipped through the book and looked at some of the samples.
A wave of relief swept through him like a gentle wind. These extracts didn’t look at that tough. He certainly understood them and, though only on the edge of his consciousness, he even detected that there might be strategies here just like the ones he used in wrestling. He continued reading.
A quarter of an hour later, having lost track of time, Skye looked up somewhat comforted by the fact that he felt he could manage the writing work. But other demons awaited him in the pile. He pulled the math text book to him just when Charlie walked in, naked as always.
“Oh, hey, man,” said Charlie. “Hittin’ the books before classes start tomorrow, huh?” Charlie tugged absently at his dick.
Skye turned and glanced at his roomie. Without realizing it, he had indulged the habit that appeared to be 100% universal among guys, especially athletes. When confronted with a naked guy, every guy he knew let his eyes drop to the other dude’s cock and balls; it just happened. Skye did it now for a moment, but of course Charlie either didn’t notice or he didn’t care. He tugged his cock again.
“What courses are you taking?” asked Charlie.
Slightly embarrassed, Skye stammered out, “Oh just some basic stuff. Nothing like that Econ textbook you had propped up the other day… ya know…”
“On my hard dick, you mean?” Charlie laughed. “So convenient, man. You should try it,” he continued with a grin. He was perceptive enough, however, to sense Skye’s discomfort and so said, “Well, don’t forget I’m a sophomore, so I’ve got a year on you. Maybe next year you’ll get into Econ or whatever.”
“Doubt it. That stuffs hard as fuck, isn’t it?”
“Can be. But it just takes work, and a good professor makes a big difference.”
“Yeah. It’s just that…” Again, as seemed to be happening a lot lately, tears started to produce a slightly shimmering surface on his eyes.
Slightly taken aback, Charlie nonetheless kept his cool, as always. “You’ll be okay, dude. Honestly. I’m guessing maybe you don’t feel all that ready. More than ordinary start-of-semester jitters, right? Is it because… well…”
“Because the high school I went to sucked, man. It SUUUUCKED. We had lame-ass teachers and a lot of kids who didn’t care that much. So I guess these books kind of…”
A loud, insistent series of raps at the door interrupted them. Without waiting, Chris from across the hall flung open the door and strode into the room in what were obviously new tidy white tease.
“Sup, suckahs?”he squawked. “You’ll never guess what happened last night!” He continued tugging at his pouch-enclosed nuts.
“You got laid?” said Skye and Charlie simultaneously. The timing made them laugh.
“Duh!” He smirked. “And I’m gonna go out on a limb”—here he grabbed his dick as it it were a limb—“and say that neither of you did!”
“Well, I didn’t,” admitted Charlie with no hint of insufficiency. “Skye here, tho….” He stopped suddenly—so suddenly that Skye knew instantly that Charlie had heard him beating off and wiping himself off with that sock. But he couldn’t do anything about that now.”
“Cool, man,” muttered Skye. “Gettin’ to be a regular thing with you and her now.”
“Fuck yeah!” crowed Chris. “But I mean, can ya blame her? I mean… look at me.” He posed comically, an exaggerated model at a muscle tournament. And indeed, there was a lot to admire in his sculpted abs, and striated arm and leg muscles. Both roomies noticed as well that the mere act of posing, which took all of a half-second, had had an effect on Chris’s penis, which started to stretch his pouch.
“Well, will ya look at that!?” said Chris, proud as a peacock.
“Chris,” asked Charlie, “is it possible you’re the horniest fucker on this hallway, or even in the whole dorm?”
“Could very well be, man. And I don’t mind telling you, and Mr. Underwear Expert here, that these tie tea whites are kinda gettin’ me goin’ too. Did I tell you that she…?”
Unbelievably, Skye and Charlie answered in unison again! “Gets off on white briefs?”
Again laughter. “Yeah, you told us. It’s pretty fuckin clear from your description.”
Skye ventured, “So did you get enough replacement pairs?”
“Well, I got this one and a couple of others but I swear to God if she insists that I rip the fly open when we fuck, I’m gonna start charging her. She’s so horny she’d probably pay.”
“You two sound like a good match,” said Charlie. “But if you got laid, why are those…?”
“Still in one piece?” finished Chris. “Good eye, Sherlock. It’s because I varied it a little in an effort to hang on to a pair intact, so I just did what we all do when we’re beating off in our underwear, I snapped the waistband under my balls and fucked that way. She didn’t even notice, I think.”
“Well whaddya know? We were just talking about economics and here you are being Mr. Economical. Way to be grown-up, man.”
“There’s only one thing growing and up in this room,” responded Chris, and he pointed to his erection, which had crept up the side of his brief where it demanded the attention of all three of the guys in the room. There was a momentary pause as they contemplated the erection that had intruded itself in their conversation. A moment later, Charlie coughed and said, “Um, you wanna take care of that?”
“Thought you’d never ask!” cried out Charlie, and he tucked his thumbs into his waistband.
“Not here, asshole!” smirked Charlie in mock protest. “Go beat off in your own room. Skye and I are the only ones who get to beat off in our own room.” This made Skye certain that Charlie knew about the night before, but of course almost immediately he recalled the conversation with his roommate about being open, and he found himself not all that concerned.
“I was only jokin’! I may be a stud that can come like 8 times a day, but I gotta save this for my babe. She probably wants it right now. I should call her…” and suddenly absent-minded, he uncharacteristically wandered off to his room.
Next morning, Skye didn’t remember his dream, but he felt two emotions at once inside him: one was a feeling of contentment and belonging that was new to him and (had he known it)n was partly due to having jacked off the night before; the other was a feeling of nerves or even dread. Skye had, of course, had many moments of conflict and tension in his life; life on the Rez was never easy. But there, at least, he had known the culture, known the worldview. Here, he was confronted with an opponent that no mere muscles could master, no tricky wrestling maneuver clinch: books.
He sat this his dorm desk after breakfast and stared at the 5 or 6 books in a pile: Basic Writing Skills, Pre-Algebra for College Freshmen, A History of America,¡Avancemos! Four courses, four arenas where, unlike the wrestling mat, he would be entering a world with little confidence. He had been so entranced with the recruiting coach who had spoken to him at high school matches, and smitten with the vision of actually attending college on a wrestling “scholarship,” that he hadn’t ever actually taken the time to consider the realities of academics.
Still, he was no delicate flower. He knew determination could travel countless miles once experience had stopped at the side of the road. He pulled the first book towards him: writing. Gingerly, he opened it up and read a few pages at random. He had always figured that writing would be just like speaking, and the few writing assignments he had had in high school had received high grades… but it suddenly struck him that perhaps the teachers on the Rez were more interesting in making their students’ performances look good for the purposes of obtaining more money for the school than actually assessing their work accurately. Slightly sickened at the thought that he might be woefully unprepared—even more than he had occasionally imagined— he flipped through the book and looked at some of the samples.
A wave of relief swept through him like a gentle wind. These extracts didn’t look at that tough. He certainly understood them and, though only on the edge of his consciousness, he even detected that there might be strategies here just like the ones he used in wrestling. He continued reading.
A quarter of an hour later, having lost track of time, Skye looked up somewhat comforted by the fact that he felt he could manage the writing work. But other demons awaited him in the pile. He pulled the math text book to him just when Charlie walked in, naked as always.
“Oh, hey, man,” said Charlie. “Hittin’ the books before classes start tomorrow, huh?” Charlie tugged absently at his dick.
Skye turned and glanced at his roomie. Without realizing it, he had indulged the habit that appeared to be 100% universal among guys, especially athletes. When confronted with a naked guy, every guy he knew let his eyes drop to the other dude’s cock and balls; it just happened. Skye did it now for a moment, but of course Charlie either didn’t notice or he didn’t care. He tugged his cock again.
“What courses are you taking?” asked Charlie.
Slightly embarrassed, Skye stammered out, “Oh just some basic stuff. Nothing like that Econ textbook you had propped up the other day… ya know…”
“On my hard dick, you mean?” Charlie laughed. “So convenient, man. You should try it,” he continued with a grin. He was perceptive enough, however, to sense Skye’s discomfort and so said, “Well, don’t forget I’m a sophomore, so I’ve got a year on you. Maybe next year you’ll get into Econ or whatever.”
“Doubt it. That stuffs hard as fuck, isn’t it?”
“Can be. But it just takes work, and a good professor makes a big difference.”
“Yeah. It’s just that…” Again, as seemed to be happening a lot lately, tears started to produce a slightly shimmering surface on his eyes.
Slightly taken aback, Charlie nonetheless kept his cool, as always. “You’ll be okay, dude. Honestly. I’m guessing maybe you don’t feel all that ready. More than ordinary start-of-semester jitters, right? Is it because… well…”
“Because the high school I went to sucked, man. It SUUUUCKED. We had lame-ass teachers and a lot of kids who didn’t care that much. So I guess these books kind of…”
A loud, insistent series of raps at the door interrupted them. Without waiting, Chris from across the hall flung open the door and strode into the room in what were obviously new tidy white tease.
“Sup, suckahs?”he squawked. “You’ll never guess what happened last night!” He continued tugging at his pouch-enclosed nuts.
“You got laid?” said Skye and Charlie simultaneously. The timing made them laugh.
“Duh!” He smirked. “And I’m gonna go out on a limb”—here he grabbed his dick as it it were a limb—“and say that neither of you did!”
“Well, I didn’t,” admitted Charlie with no hint of insufficiency. “Skye here, tho….” He stopped suddenly—so suddenly that Skye knew instantly that Charlie had heard him beating off and wiping himself off with that sock. But he couldn’t do anything about that now.”
“Cool, man,” muttered Skye. “Gettin’ to be a regular thing with you and her now.”
“Fuck yeah!” crowed Chris. “But I mean, can ya blame her? I mean… look at me.” He posed comically, an exaggerated model at a muscle tournament. And indeed, there was a lot to admire in his sculpted abs, and striated arm and leg muscles. Both roomies noticed as well that the mere act of posing, which took all of a half-second, had had an effect on Chris’s penis, which started to stretch his pouch.
“Well, will ya look at that!?” said Chris, proud as a peacock.
“Chris,” asked Charlie, “is it possible you’re the horniest fucker on this hallway, or even in the whole dorm?”
“Could very well be, man. And I don’t mind telling you, and Mr. Underwear Expert here, that these tie tea whites are kinda gettin’ me goin’ too. Did I tell you that she…?”
Unbelievably, Skye and Charlie answered in unison again! “Gets off on white briefs?”
Again laughter. “Yeah, you told us. It’s pretty fuckin clear from your description.”
Skye ventured, “So did you get enough replacement pairs?”
“Well, I got this one and a couple of others but I swear to God if she insists that I rip the fly open when we fuck, I’m gonna start charging her. She’s so horny she’d probably pay.”
“You two sound like a good match,” said Charlie. “But if you got laid, why are those…?”
“Still in one piece?” finished Chris. “Good eye, Sherlock. It’s because I varied it a little in an effort to hang on to a pair intact, so I just did what we all do when we’re beating off in our underwear, I snapped the waistband under my balls and fucked that way. She didn’t even notice, I think.”
“Well whaddya know? We were just talking about economics and here you are being Mr. Economical. Way to be grown-up, man.”
“There’s only one thing growing and up in this room,” responded Chris, and he pointed to his erection, which had crept up the side of his brief where it demanded the attention of all three of the guys in the room. There was a momentary pause as they contemplated the erection that had intruded itself in their conversation. A moment later, Charlie coughed and said, “Um, you wanna take care of that?”
“Thought you’d never ask!” cried out Charlie, and he tucked his thumbs into his waistband.
“Not here, asshole!” smirked Charlie in mock protest. “Go beat off in your own room. Skye and I are the only ones who get to beat off in our own room.” This made Skye certain that Charlie knew about the night before, but of course almost immediately he recalled the conversation with his roommate about being open, and he found himself not all that concerned.
“I was only jokin’! I may be a stud that can come like 8 times a day, but I gotta save this for my babe. She probably wants it right now. I should call her…” and suddenly absent-minded, he uncharacteristically wandered off to his room.
Opinionman
Jockstrap Fan
Ch 35: Study methods and Offers
Charlie and Skye laughed as they shut the door. “Told you he was a fuckwad,” said Charlie, “but remember too that I said he’s hard to dislike.”
“Yeah, he’s all right,” returned Skye. “Weren’t you about to say something when Tidy white tease Man came barging in?”
“I wasn’t,” answered Charlie. “You were. You were talking about how ‘these books…’ but I think I knew where you were headed. You were gonna say that the books all stacked like that were kind of intimidating, yeah?”
“Nailed it,” murmured Skye.
“Listen, dude. You’re a top wrestler, right?”
“Well, in my weight class, I guess.”
“No ‘guess.’ Kirk told me how good you are.”
“He did?” A blanket of warmth wrapped up Skye instantly.
“Yeah, and I’m sure someone has said to you that learning anything, including academics, is like an athletics contest. You train, to believe, and you work, and you win.”
“Actually, no one has said that to me, ever,” said Skye, “but I was thinking that way before you came in.”
An observer might have been struck with the scene presented to him: one naked college guy with a caring look in his eye, and his roommate clothed but entranced by his friend’s efforts to support him. Their eyes locked for a moment.
“Like I said,” continued Charlie, “you can get support from tutors or professors or even your naked roomie… that is if you think you can stand being so close to his dick!” He laughed and grabbed his junk and waggled it absurdly.
The ridiculousness of this gesture broke the serious mood, and Skye grinned. “Ok, man, I’ll keep that in mind.”
“‘Keep it in mind?’ That’s what college admissions folks say when they mean they don’t care. You gotta promise me you’ll reach out for help if you need it. And I can tell you, anyone on this fuckin hallway would do the same to help you, if it’s some subject you can’t figure out. And they’ll probably wear clothes if they tutor you… buncha pussies.”
Again, Skye laughed. He raised his hand in a mock-Boys Scouts salute and proclaimed, “I promise to seek help, naked or clothed!”
Charlie laughed but also said, “Seriously, though. I know this’ll sound crazy, but I guaran-fuckin-tee you that if you study naked, you’ll learn better. Promise.”
“Aw, you’re just a pervert trying to get me naked.”
“You wish. Anyway, you try it and see. My own theory about learning naked is that since guys are ALWAYS focused on our dicks, and the dicks have an infinite ability to absorb all that attention, then being naked just gives the information a new access route. Plus, do you know any guys who don’t think with their little head instead of their big?”
“Well, to be honest,” laughed Skye, “I haven’t had conversations like that until last week, where every fucker in this hall or on the team talks about their cocks all the time.”
Charlie and Skye laughed as they shut the door. “Told you he was a fuckwad,” said Charlie, “but remember too that I said he’s hard to dislike.”
“Yeah, he’s all right,” returned Skye. “Weren’t you about to say something when Tidy white tease Man came barging in?”
“I wasn’t,” answered Charlie. “You were. You were talking about how ‘these books…’ but I think I knew where you were headed. You were gonna say that the books all stacked like that were kind of intimidating, yeah?”
“Nailed it,” murmured Skye.
“Listen, dude. You’re a top wrestler, right?”
“Well, in my weight class, I guess.”
“No ‘guess.’ Kirk told me how good you are.”
“He did?” A blanket of warmth wrapped up Skye instantly.
“Yeah, and I’m sure someone has said to you that learning anything, including academics, is like an athletics contest. You train, to believe, and you work, and you win.”
“Actually, no one has said that to me, ever,” said Skye, “but I was thinking that way before you came in.”
An observer might have been struck with the scene presented to him: one naked college guy with a caring look in his eye, and his roommate clothed but entranced by his friend’s efforts to support him. Their eyes locked for a moment.
“Like I said,” continued Charlie, “you can get support from tutors or professors or even your naked roomie… that is if you think you can stand being so close to his dick!” He laughed and grabbed his junk and waggled it absurdly.
The ridiculousness of this gesture broke the serious mood, and Skye grinned. “Ok, man, I’ll keep that in mind.”
“‘Keep it in mind?’ That’s what college admissions folks say when they mean they don’t care. You gotta promise me you’ll reach out for help if you need it. And I can tell you, anyone on this fuckin hallway would do the same to help you, if it’s some subject you can’t figure out. And they’ll probably wear clothes if they tutor you… buncha pussies.”
Again, Skye laughed. He raised his hand in a mock-Boys Scouts salute and proclaimed, “I promise to seek help, naked or clothed!”
Charlie laughed but also said, “Seriously, though. I know this’ll sound crazy, but I guaran-fuckin-tee you that if you study naked, you’ll learn better. Promise.”
“Aw, you’re just a pervert trying to get me naked.”
“You wish. Anyway, you try it and see. My own theory about learning naked is that since guys are ALWAYS focused on our dicks, and the dicks have an infinite ability to absorb all that attention, then being naked just gives the information a new access route. Plus, do you know any guys who don’t think with their little head instead of their big?”
“Well, to be honest,” laughed Skye, “I haven’t had conversations like that until last week, where every fucker in this hall or on the team talks about their cocks all the time.”