Marine Antics in a Locker Room

[Opinionman]

Ch 36: Stress management: the weight room

Skye skimmed through the other books in the pile, feeling the sinusoidal curve of emotions: one moment he felt like he could grasp whatever the book was about, the next he felt like everyone else must have had a better high school education than he had had, and something like despair overwhelmed him. Though not fully conscious of the attributes of that despair, he was vaguely aware that it wasn’t just based in his own sense of insecurity and lack of adequate preparation for college. It was only days later that he recognized and could name the other characteristic of despair: Anger. Anger at being cheated out of a good high school education; anger at the desperation of life on the Rez; even, oddly, anger that he himself now had a chance to escape that cycle merely because he knew how to wrestle another guy. These issues were to revisit him in the coming months.

He spent a good part of that Sunday looking through books, arranging some of the cheap notebooks he’d brought, and checking to see if his outdated laptop—a low-budget affair he’d managed to snag at a discount—even worked; it did, but it always felt to him like a car that was about to die.

Restless in mid-afternoon, he decided to hit the weight room. He stripped out of his jeans, shirt and boxer-briefs and stood for a moment, naked, in his room. Charlie had gone somewhere actually clothed, so Skye decided his clothes-hating roomie must be out for a while. Like any dude, he absent-mindedly tugged on his ballsac and, not surprisingly, he felt the pleasure and his cock started to respond.

“Oh fuck!” he said through gritted teeth as the hefty beast between his legs started to thicken. “Not now. Fuck.” His penis paid no attention to his protest but continued to grow. “I’m not doing this now! I need the energy for the weight room. Stop it!” He mockingly yelled at his penis and gave it a slap, which did nothing to inhibit its tumescence; in fact, it had the opposite effect.

In the throes of desire, he suddenly accessed what he had begun to understand as some kind of ancestral power and exerted all his self-discipline and grabbed his old fading white/gray brief and yanked it on. Of course, his erection jutted obscenely from the pouch, tenting the brief impressively. But Skye continued dressing and his penis eventually gave up the battle and started to soften. “Fuck” grumbled the college boy. “It’s just like what’s-his-name said last week: crazy design.” Still, like any guy, he had enjoyed the lust, felt proud of his testosterone levels, and admired his body briefly in the mirror.

“Come on, idiot,”he said to himself as he reached for his socks and shoes. “One step at a time, you horn-dog.” At that moment, he realized he’d relied on habit by reaching for his old brief; he’d always worn that to workout in. But he found himself wishing he had an extra jockstrap to wear to the weight room. It dawned on him he could stop off in the locker room and pick up his own, but he didn’t want to lose momentum, and so he grabbed an old towel he’d brought to college, left his room, and continued straight to the weight room.

He had seen the weight room on the tour he’d had as a senior in high school and was in awe. Compared to his homemade system of weights—the poles stuck in Qwik-Dry cement as a substitute weight bar—this was like working in some fairy tale palace: ergonomic machines, a huge variety of different-sized hand weights, mats, stretch bands, endless stairs, etc. He felt a little self-conscious; he wasn’t sure how to use some of the machines, so he thought he’d just do free weights. At least he knew how to use those, but he took the opportunity to look sidelong at the other guys on the machines to see how they worked.

Over the next hour, he lifted barbells and hand weights, did push-ups and sit-ups, figured out the endless stair, and concluded by having a long stretch on the mat. At that point, stress over academics was the furthest thing from his mind. Again, with that sense he attributed to his ancestors, he perceived that certain guys were glancing at him and letting their looks linger just a moment longer than seemed normal. In a flash, a huge Leviathan of anger welled up out of nowhere, and he recognized it as the same response he got when he himself or his friends from the Rez were treated as outsiders due to their race. The next moment, he realized he hadn’t experienced one iota of that all-too-familiar feeling in the past week; it had been assuaged by all the support and care he’d experienced from his teammates and dormmates. And the next moment after that, he realized he might have been overreacting. He tried his best to “step back”and see with non-prejudiced eyes what was really going on. It took only a second to see that the guys there were looking—clandestinely, it’s true—admiringly at him. As he observed them observing him, he realized they were appreciating his muscled body and, perhaps more startling, a few of them openly admired the bulge in his gym shorts. He was so used to his own cock and balls that he forgot that he had a far more impressive bulge than most guys. If he hadn’t had the locker room and dorm experiences to confirm that his equipment was far above average, he might have had a very different reaction to their looks. As it was, all the anger melted away—all this in the space of about five seconds.

He decided he’d done enough and was about to leave when another guy said, “Hey, buddy. You look like you know your way around a weight room. I haven’t seen you here before.”

Skye looked him squarely, the slightest defiance still lingering from his previous maelstrom of emotions. But he was beginning to recognize this defensiveness, and to master it, so he simply said quietly, “Yeah, I haven’t been here before.”

“You a freshman?” as the other student. “Wrestler?”

“Yup. Good eye,” and Sky smiled, unconsciously doing his best to imitate Kirk. He appraised the fellow talking to him: well over 6 feet, probably 220 lbs himself, muscled, with dark olive skin, hair almost as black as Skye’s and hazelish eyes of an indistinct color. He flashed a smile himself, easily the match of Kirk’s. “You?” continued Skye.

“I’m a junior. I wrestled here for one season, but then had to stop. So I just keep up by weight training.”

“Yeah, that’s obvious,” said Skye, immediately regretting his brazenness.

“Thanks, man,” smiled the other fellow. “I’m Philip.” He stuck out his thick fleshy hand.

“Skye,” answered the freshman. There was a pause.

“You finished working out?” asked Philip.

“Yep. Was just gonna leave.

“Yeah, I’m done too, but I was gonna go sit in the sauna for a bit to relax.” The implied invitation floated in the air, unstated, but obvious. Another pause.

“Oh, yeah?” responded Skye non-commitally.

“Yeah.” A third pause. A little discomfort.

“Um,” stumbled Skye, “they have a sauna here?”

“Yup. And a steam room. Feels great after a workout.”

“Oh, well,… where’s that, off the locker room?”

“It’s actually inside the locker room. Guys only, you know.”

“Huh,” said Skye again. “Well, I guess you’ll feel relaxed after that.”

“Uh huh,” said Philip. He looked Skye in the eye. The freshman felt unsure about what to do, and he let his fears get the better of him. “Sounds good. Have a good time. Nice to meet you.” He turned away, berating himself for what he thought might be rude behavior due to shyness.

He walked away and didn’t look back to see Philip following him with his eyes, shrugging his shoulders, and heading to the locker room.

As Skye got to the door of the weight room, he paused. First, he felt like a moron for not bringing a change of clothes; he’d been in such a hurry and was engaged with the struggle with his erection that he hadn’t even thought of it. Second, he felt he’d been a little abrupt with Philip, who was, after all, merely being friendly and informative. Third, he was surprised at the soreness creeping into some of his muscles; despite intense workouts on the team, they had not done any weight training, and so those muscles were clamoring for attention. Like so many other moments in the past week, he found himself on the move without necessarily willing himself to. He turned back, crossed the weight room, and entered the locker room.

 

[Opinionman]

Chapter 37: Weight room locker room.

Skye entered the locker room and was impressed at how nice it was. He recalled that on his first day, Kirk had said some rich alum had paid to upgrade the wrestlers’ locker room and showers, and Skye wondered if the same rich old bastard had done the same here. Though not really luxurious, nonetheless the lockers were shiny, the benches clean and new, and there were even towels available. He walked to the first aisle and there was Philip, standing in just his jock, putting away his shorts in a locker. He looked up.

“Hey, Skye,” he said softly. “Change your mind?”

“Um, yeah,” responded Skye. And then, with his newfound, though intermittent, social courage, he continued, “that sauna sounded kinda nice… and well, I thought maybe I was a little rude to you just now in the weight room.”

That smile again from Philip. “No problem, dude. I didn’t take offense, and besides it’ll all melt away in the sauna… I mean, if that’s why you came back and not just to apologize.”

“Yeah, sounds good. Do I just put my clothes in any of the… oh wait a sec. I didn’t bring any clean clothes. I guess I could just put my sweaty stuff back on after the sauna but…”

“Nah, you don’t wanna do that. What you want is the sauna, then a shower, then maybe the steamroom, then another shower.”

“Yeah, but then sweaty gear.

“Well,” continued Philip,”I was gonna say, if it’s not too weird, that I always have extra clothes in my locker and you could borrow mine. I mean, I know we don’t know each other, but I don’t mind. Plus, I know where I can find you and take you down on the wrestling mat if you don’t bring ‘em back to me! “ He laughed, teeth gleaming.

“Nah, I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“Do what? Lend you my clothes or whoop your ass on the mat?” He laughed again, infectiously.

Skye grinned despite feeling a little awkward. Here was a guy bigger than him, older, clad only in his jock, offering, as so many guys had already that first week, to help him out. He paused.

“Well,” he said, smiling a little ruefully at his forgetfulness in bringing extra clothes, “ok, I guess I’ll take you up on it, though they might look a little baggy on me.”

“Like anyone cares… except maybe the babes as you cross campus. They don’t mind if one size larger clothes are hanging off you; they’ll be able to detect the body beneath, believe me. Here put your clothes here.” He indicated the locker next to him and then stripped off his jock.

Though for most of his life Skye might have thought himself reluctant to strip in this situation, the previous week had done marvels for his confidence, and without a thought he pulled off his shoes and socks, his shirt, and shorts. He stood for a moment in his graying briefs and noticed that Philip gave them a glance but said nothing. Skye shucked off his briefs and then Philip gave a must longer glance at Skye’s genitalia and let out a low whistle. Skye might have once felt awkward or even insulted, but this same reaction had happened enough over the past seven days that he understood it for admiration.

“Sauna’s over here,” said Philip over his shoulder as he walked naked toward the pile of towels. “Grab a towel to sit on.”

Skye followed suit, rounded the corner with his new acquaintance and entered the sauna.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 38 The sauna.

Philip opened the door and entered the sauna, with Skye behind him. Both were naked holding towels in their hands. The sauna was a good 10 x 10 feet, with room for a number of guys. At the moment, only one man was sitting there, probably a college administrator, as he looked about 30. His skid was darkly tanned, indicating perhaps a Central American heritage. He looked to be maybe 5’9” with a nicely sculpted set of abs and muscular arm. His hair was very dark. He sat on a towel in the classic pose of saunas and steam rooms: One flap of the towel covered one thigh and only just his penis and sac; the other flaw lay flat on the bench. With the slightest of movements, the covering flap would certainly move and reveal what was underneath.

Skye had never been in a sauna, though he knew some stories about “sweat lodges.” He saw that Philip was assuming the same pose with his towel as the other occupant, and so Skye sat next to him in that same pose. All three men had their genitalia covered, but only barely.

The heat of the sauna felt great, and Skye remarked as much.

“Yeah,” said Philip, “it’s the best after a workout. I just sit back and soak it in,” and he leaned back against the wooden wall. Skye did the same and within a minute or two all the stress he’d felt at his desk was gone. He began to fall into a slightly sleepy state: complete relaxation. This appeared to be the case with the other two as well, and a profound stillness descended on them. Only a few minutes later, when Skye “came to” did he realize that the incident in his dorm room had come back to haunt him with a vengeance; his penis was firmly erect, his balls hanging low in the heat, and the towel completely fallen to one side. It took him a moment of fogginess to realize this and he groped for the towel but as he did so, he saw that the other two guys were in the exact same state. He paused, remembering his conversation with Charlie and the attitude toward boners on the wrestling team. In that pause, Philip spoke: “Keep the stress away, man, and don’t worry. Happens all the time here.” Skye saw the Hispanic man merely nod in agreement and then look down at his own uncut erection. Skye realized he’d been holding his breath, and so he forced himself to exhale slowly and just leaned back again, marveling as he had since adolescence how a guy’s penis just runs the show and can act up at any moment. Still, he couldn’t deny the pleasure in the whole situation: warmth, erection, understanding.

Like any man in a sauna, Philip tugged occasionally at his cock and balls. These were not masturbation movements but rather the natural touching that was required when an erection was involved. Skye closed his eyes again and concentrated on his hard cock and the pleasure of his balls resting on the towel.

To his dismay, his penis released a pearl-sized drop of clear liquid and he panicked. Was he going to start pre-cuming here? Again, however, Philip, apparently able to detect what was happening even when his eyes were closed, muttered simply, “Yeah, me too. Feels good though.” He exhaled notably and relaxed even more.

Time stopped moving. Eventually, though, the heat became too strong and, as if on cue, all three men stood up, erections jutting out unapologetically, and exited the sauna.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 39 Shower then steam

Skye automatically held his damp towel in front of his genitals but one look from Philip assured him that that wasn’t necessary, and Skye realized that just as erections were normal among the college guys in the wrestler locker room, they were equally at home here where, it seemed, slightly older men congregated.

“Toss your towel in the bin and grab a new one for the shower.” Skye followed the direction and then actually took a moment to assess Philip: large, knotted muscles, beautiful proportions, a muscular ass, and some swinging equipment between his legs. His cock and balls were not as big as Skye’s— apparently no one’s were!—but his cocked was large and the shaft thick. It bounced up and down as he walked to the shower. Their friend from the sauna walked equally unselfconsciously with his erection swinging. It was notably smaller than than the other two guys’ but he seemed proud of it.

The entered the group shower, hung up their towels, and found spigots next to each other. Neither Skye’s or Philip’s erection showed the least signs of subsiding, but the Hispanic fellow’s had apparently had enough display time and started to become flaccid. All this was of not the least concern to him, it seemed.

Using the soap and shampoo dispensers, Skye and Philip washed up and both let the hot water stream over their muscles. Skye smiled a little to himself as he watched the water cascade down his cut abs and onto his erection, which jutted out like a bridge. He remembered how he felt as an adolescent watching shower water travel the length of his shaft and head before plummeting like a waterfall off the tip of his penis.

After perhaps ten minutes of this reverie, and still with erect penises, both students turned off the water and dried off a little.

“Not much sense drying off much, assuming you also want to go to the steam room?”

Skye, slightly light-headed due to the heat and the continued erection,” answered, “Sure. That’d be awesome.”

Philip wiped his face and tousled his thick hair and said, “Cool. This way.”

They rounded another corner and Skye saw a glass door where steam had created an completely opaque barrier. Without a pause, Philipe opened the door for him, and Skye entered a room of hot swirling steam. This room was bigger than the sauna by about half. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust and then he saw about half a dozen men, all sitting on towels and some with another towel around their shoulder. The silence was like a weight; the only noise came from the vents that issued hot steamy air.

Skye and Philip chose a spot on the bottom of three tiers. Skye leaned back and started to relax again. Within a few moments, he realized he could see clearly, and that fully half the men had made no attempt to cover any part of their bodies. They simply sat, naked and silent, on thick white towels. The others had observed the perhaps unwritten rule that you must at least attempt to cover up your genitals in such a situation, though that rule seemed flexible, to say the least.

Several minutes passed while Skye and Philip absorbed the hot steam. Imperceptibly, without knowing when the moment had arrived, Skye became aware of repetitive movement in several of the men. At first he thought there were readjusting their towels or their balls, but the regularity and repetitiveness of the movements didn’t seem to jibe with that idea.

He watched three men across the room on the second tier and saw their arms were moving rhythmically. Then, of course, like a lightning bolt from a steamy sky, he realized. This startled him profoundly. Although he had seen erections with guys in the showers, and indeed he and his new friend had exhibited a kind of “readiness” for that activity, (that is, if one wanted to indulge), and although he had had a conversation with Kirk about team circle jerks on his first day, and subsequence conversations with Charlie about that lunkhead Wells always beating off in the shower, he had never seen a group of men so blatant.

Unsure what to do, he looked over at Philip, who was watching the men and then turned to look at Skye and merely raised his eyebrows and shrugged, as it to say, “What did you expect? Athletes in a steam room after a workout… “

Philip made no move to touch his own erection; he merely watched the men stroke. After several minutes, one man let out a sigh and through the steam, Skye could detect a spurt of jizz arcing through the air. This was followed closely by the other men’s orgasms. The room remained silent; a tacit agreement that one did not comment on such activities in this setting.

The heat was getting to him—though not to his erection—and he stood up. Philip was right behind him, and they exited the steam room.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch. 40: Post-Steam Showers.

“Back to the showers,” said Philip cheerfully, as if nothing unusual had happened. And indeed, it seemed to Skye that maybe this wasn’t unusual for that setting. He did notice, though, that Philip’s cock—still erect, still proud—was leaking a strand of precum. And then he noticed his was too.

They showered and grabbed fresh towels, dried off, and returned to the locker room. Astonishingly, neither erection had subsided so their conversation just carried on with hard-ons swaying. A couple of other men glanced down the aisle to see this but only smiled. Philip opened his locker and pulled out a folder t-shirt, a pair of gym shorts, and a jock, and some socks—all clean.

“Here, buddy,” he said. “You can wear these and return ‘em whenever.”

“Ok, if you say so. I really appreciate it, man.”

“No problem, dude. So whadja think of the sauna and steam room?”

“Well,” said Skye, “I gotta admit it sure felt great.” In a moment of candor, he said, “I needed that, man. Classes start tomorrow, and well, my high school kinda sucked and I don’t feel all that confident, if you wanna know.”

“Sure, I get that,” answered Philip in the friendliest tone imaginable. “I kinda felt the same way. But hey, if you need help studying, lemme know. I’m no genius but I have some tricks I learned.”

Skye smiled. “Know what my roommate said?”

“What’s that?”

“That I should study naked because, well, a guy’s dick is always absorbing and so it’d absorb more information if it had naked access. Of course, my roomie’s a total nudist; never wears clothes in the dorm.” Skye was startled at how open he was being with what was, after all, a stranger. Perhaps the relaxation of the heated rooms had encouraged him to let down his guard.

“Ha!” laughed Philip. “Well, maybe that’s not so crazy. I should try it. I mean, it’s too bad classes haven’t started yet or we could study with these fucking hard-ons and maybe learn a lot. These fuckers just don’t obey commands, do they?” He whacked his hard dick and laughed. “Good luck getting that jock on with an erection like yours, dude. Jesus, how to you pack that thing?” He grinned.

Caught up in his good nature, Skye grinned as well and said, “Yeah, but I gotta take it. I can’t walk across campus commando and tented like this.” Something about his phrasing made Skye a little proud in a silly kind of way; he felt like he was continually mastering the lingo of a college guy.

He grabbed the white athletic supporter and pulled it on, placing his penis in an upright position, figuring he could hide it with the t-shirt. Unfortunately, when he pulled the shirt on, he realized it must have been a cut-off because if only just covered his navel. Philip saw this immediately and said, “My bad. You can’t wear that; it won’t cover up your hard-on at all, and if the last hour is any indication, that boner’s not going anywhere till you take care of it. Which….” He grinned again.

Skye understood him to be making an invitation, though perhaps not a serious one. “I can’t take care of that here,” he said.

“Yeah, I suppose not,” responded Philip, “although if you saw what was happening in the steam room…”

“Yeah, but that’s not me. I mean, does that happen all the time there?”

“Sure. Athletic dudes, working out, steaming up. What could make you hornier? I mean, look at us now.”

“Yeah, I know. I just didn’t expect that. When I shower with the wrestling team, nobody starts beating off, not even this one guy who always has a hard-on and who apparently has had it since he was a freshman!”

“Yeah, teams don’t always do that, although I know some stories. Here, though, it’s just anonymous guys, so a little circle jerk…” He left his sentence unfinished. “Here, try this shirt, man.” He tossed Skye a bigger t-shirt which covered his waistband and also his persistently erect penis.

“Hey, thanks a lot for being so friendly,” said Skye, still slightly embarrassed at being to up-front with his feelings. “This was cool. How do I get these clothes back to you?”

“Just drop ‘em in my locker room: easy to remember locker 123. I don’t lock it.”

“Okay, dude. Lemme grab my stuff.” He opened his locker and was astonished to see it empty. “What the fuck?!” He exclaimed. “Where’s my stuff??”

Philip leaned over, bothered by his new friend’s distress. “What the hell? This is the locker you put ‘em in, right? Right next to mine? Wait, are those your shoes?” Skye’s sneakers were on the bottom of the locker but otherwise it was empty.

Yeah, dude. Help me look!” They scoured the locker room , opening every unfastened locker, but Skye’s shirt, socks, shorts and brief were gone.

“Oh fuck, did some asshole steal my clothes??” Skye was furious; this theft resonated with other experiences he’d had in his early years on the Rez when occasionally someone had taken his possessions. He banged his fist on a locker. “What the FUCK?!” Unbidden, and certainly unwelcome, tears started up in his eyes, a reaction to the injustice of the moment and the memories of other thefts.

This continued for some time, with Philipe genuinely upset and Skye furious. They rechecked each locker and eventually, Skye calmed down enough think more clearly. “Is there at least a lost and found or someone I can report this to?”

“Yeah, there’s both of those. Let’s go talk to a guy.”

They headed to a desk just outside the men’s locker room and encountered a fellow of about 25 years, brown hair, brown eyes, and an athletic build, possibly a grad student on work-study. He looked Skye and Philip up and down and took down Skye’s statement of the event and what was lost.

“So,” he said, “you had socks, shorts, t-shirt and a white brief taken. Jockstrap?”

“No, no jock,” said Skye. The question seemed odd.

“Ok, I’ll enter it in the log and ask our custodial staff to keep an eye out. I’m sorry this happened, sir.” The word “sir” evoked an unexpected pleasure in Skye. He did not think he’d ever been called that. Having exhausted all possibilities, he and Philip thanked the guy and returned to the locker room. Skye finished dressing and the two of them headed out.

“Well,” said Philip, “that sure sucked, but I hope maybe you won’t let that ruin what was a nice experience anyway.”

“Yeah, it was nice,” said Skye. “I’ll try to deal with it. It’s not the first time I’ve had stuff stolen. But maybe you should lock up your locker.”

“Yeah, probably,” admitted Philip. “I’ll do that once you’ve returned my clothes, ok?”

“Yup. I’ll drop them off tomorrow. Thanks again, man. I’m headed this way.

“See ya, Skye,” said Philip, with that smile.

Skye entered his dorm, walked up a couple of flights, and open the door to his room, where Charlie was on his chair, naked, studying.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 41: Night before Classes

Charlie barely glanced up, but with the unerring accuracy he seemed to possess, he clearly noted both Skye’s clothes and his mood.

“What’s with the duds? Did you go shopping again? Careful with that or you’ll turn into a girl.” He said the last sentence with a kind of ironic self-mockery.

“No. A guy I met at the gym lent me these. My stuff was stolen from the locker.”

This was enough for Charlie to put down his book. He looked intently at Skye and said, “What? Somebody took your clothes while you were showering?”

“Well, except for the shoes, yeah. And I was in the steam and sauna, too. Not that that matters. Really pissed me off, man. I don’t have much and I was robbed a few times on the Rez and it fucking makes me wanna kill the motherfucker that did it.”

In their time in the room, Charlie had never seen this side of Skye, though he understood the feeling of injustice… or at least understood it as best he could given his fairly privileged background.’

“That really sucks, man. I’m sorry. Anything you can do?”

“Nope. I mean, we reported it and the guy said he’d have custodial look for it and stuff, but it’s probably long gone.”

“It was your original stuff? That t-shirt, shorts and.. oh no, your trusty white brief too?”

“Well, white-ish, but yeah. I know it seems stupid to feel attached to your underwear, but that brief and I have been through a lot.”

“Actually,” responded Charlie, “it doesn’t seem stupid at all. I know lots of guys who are superstitious about, say, their jockstraps and would go bonkers if they lost them, like before a big match or something.”

“Yeah, I guess. And the other fucking thing is that I need to get a good night’s sleep for classes tomorrow so I don’t suck at ‘em, which I think I’m going to anyway.”

“Skye, you’re being way too hard on yourself.”

“You don’t know what it’s like, man. I don’t even know if I have what it takes to be a real student. The only thing I know is wrestling.”

His roommate stared at him intensely. “Look,” he said, “you’ve told me yourself that you think I have some kind of ability to see what’s really going on, right? You’ve noted it watching me with the other guys.”

“Yeah? So?”

“So, accept that for a moment, and believe me when I say I know you have the goods to be a decent student. I know.”

There was a pause in the room, and Skye felt some ineffable sense of being in the presence of someone who saw “beneath the stone,”as the saying goes. He paused a bit longer and then conceded. “Okay,” he said, “I’ll trust you on this one, though I don’t feel like it.”

“You’ll see, dude,” said Charlie and clapped Skye on the shoulder in genuine affection. “If you want, after dinner we can look together at whatever classes you have tomorrow and see if we can get a leg up on ‘em… Hey, isn’t that a wrestling term?”

“Yeah it is. Way to be educated, Brainiac.” This humorous remark told Charlie that Skye might be in the first stage of “recovery” from his unpleasant experience in the locker room and his fear of classes the next day. “Okay, that’d be helpful, actually.”

“Cool. Let’s go to the dining hall. You gonna wear those clothes?”

“Yeah, I don’t feel like changing. I mean, they’re big but not that big, right?”

“Yeah, not too much. They just make you look like an 90’s rap star.” Charlie smirked and turned off his reading light and headed toward the door.

“Um, dude?” said Skye. “You gonna go out like that?”

“Oh yeah,” said Charlie. “All this talk of dishonest thievery made me absent-minded. Maybe I’ll pull on a g-string.” He wiggled his hips like a seductive woman and laughed. His cock and balls flopped back and forth with the movement. “Well, maybe not. I guess some jeans and shirt and shoes might be in order.” He grabbed his jeans from a nail in the door frame of the closet and yanked it on commando. “I only have buttons on my pants, ya know, since I don’t wear underwear. I got my dick caught in a zipper once and that’s enough for any guy.” Skye rolled his eyes and headed for the door as his roommate slipped a shirt on and stuck his feet in some ratty sneakers. “I’m hungry.”

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 42: Class Prep

After dinner and some foosball in the student unions—a game Skye had never played—the two friends returned to their room.

“What do you have tomorrow?” asked Charlie, stripping quickly the moment he entered the room, as if having clothes on for a moment longer than needed was like a plague to him.

“Just math and English… well, “Writing” technically… The other two start Tuesday.”

“Ok, well, let’s look at the math first. I assume you know English well enough to speak it, so maybe that’s not so crucial.”

They sat side by side at Skye’s desk, Charlie naked of course, and Skye remembered his buddy’s theory that studying naked would help him retain information. He nonetheless stayed clothed. They worked through the preliminary pages in the pre-algebra text, and to his astonishment, he seemed to recall stuff he’d learned in high school, and there was even a dim memory of being praised for his work and, most importantly, actually understanding what he was doing. Skye didn’t give much credibility to the idea that ancestors can somehow reach down through the ages and be helpful, but he did find himself visualizing, without consciously dreaming it up, Natives on the plains figuring out distances and angles and how close one has to get to the goal. No doubt in the old days, they called that “instinct,” but here the instinct had a covering of actual hardcore math. It was like when Charlie actually put on clothes; the important stuff, namely his cock and balls, was always there but at times they were improved by being embedded in clothing, just at the instinct was embedded in the math.

Alex, the intellectual guy who had made jokes about “Mother” Nature’s design of men, popped his head in to wish them good luck and offered again to help Skye out if he needed anything. “Truth is,” he said candidly, “I’m the smartest guy on the hall, PLUS I’m getting a degree in education so I know how to teach stuff so it sticks. Bonus: I don’t teach naked like some people.” He strutted off.

The evening passed relatively quickly, and Skye found that his workout had had its desired effect and that he was tired by about 10:00. He thanked his roommate, went off to brush his teeth and stuff and returned to his room, still wearing Philip’s clothes.

“You gonna return those clothes tomorrow? Good thing you bought some yesterday.”

“What? Oh fuck. Yeah. I need to wash ‘em first tho, and I’m too fuckin zonked to do that now.”

“I’m sure he can wait a day or two, man. Any dude that would lend his clothes to a guy he’d know for only an hour seems pretty chill.”

“Good point,” said Skye. “I’ll wash ‘em tomorrow.” He experienced the small satisfaction of knowing he could now afford to spend money on unexpected laundry thanks to his job. “I’m going to bed.” He stood by the bed and stripped naked, giving his impressive equipment the usual tugging. Charlie did the same, except, of course, for the stripping part. They both got into bed and turned out their lights.

“Skye?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t worry about tomorrow, man. You’re gonna be fine.”

A metaphorical blanket of warmth descended on Skye. “Thanks, man.”

“Now go to sleep, ya perv.”

Skye slept through the night, despite waking up slightly a few times when his insistent erection called for attention, but this time he was able to doze back to sleep without taking care of it. If Charlie had observed this, he would have joked that Skye’s penis would get revenge by getting hard at some really inconvenient time in the coming days, but Charlie slept blissfully, the sleep of the helpful.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 43: The Turning Point.

To his surprise, Skye’s classes were not overwhelming at all. It became clear within the first quarter of an hour in each class that he could manage the work so far, and that relief expressed itself in a palpable relaxation in his back muscles.

At practice time, Skye showed up at his locker, and Kirk was already there.

“Hey, Skye. How were your classes? You doin’ ok?”

Skye smiled shyly. “Actually, yeah. Charlie helped me get familiar with the math, and the writing wasn’t too hard. Maybe I’m not the dummy I thought I was.”

Kirk looked at him reassuringly and said in a soft voice, “Of course you’re not. Some of this is just new, that’s all. And don’t forget: you’ve got an entire team to help you out with studying if you need it. Plus that fuckin' genius on your hall.”

“You don’t mean Charlie, do you?”

“Charlie? No. What kind of genius spends all day naked? Though I admit he’s kind of… what’s that word I learned the other day from Alex on your hall?.… ‘perspicacious.’”

“What’s that mean?”

“It’s like Charlie. Perceptive, you know. Picks up on things.”

“Oh yeah. I noticed that about Charlie too.”

“ Anyway, I was referring to Alex as the genius."

“Well,” said Skye, “that genius did offer to help me whenever last night, and mentioned he’s studying education so he knows how to teach.”

“Cool… so you got resources then.”

“ Yeah, I guess so.”

The two students had been undressing as they talked and now stood naked with their jockstraps in their hands. Skye looked down at the bench, but not before letting his eyes rest momentarily on his mentor’s penis. He was a guy who admired men’s bodies, of course, and it was only what any guy would do. This time he didn’t whistle in admiration the way he had the first day.

“These your clothes?”

“No. If you can fucking believe it, some asshole stole my stuff from the weight room locker yesterday and this guy Philip, who I had just met, offered to lend me his stuff for a day or two. It’s a good thing you and I went shopping Saturday, huh?”

“Philip? Big guy? Over six feet? Maybe 220?"

“Yeah! Do you know him?"

“He wrestled for a year.”

“Oh yeah, he said that,” recalled Skye. “Why’d he quit?”

“That’s his story to tell, not mine,” said Kirk. There seemed just a tincture of pain in his manner.

Skye stood for a moment jock in hand, looking at his mentor. Three guys from the next aisle starting singing off key and horsing around, and the mood was broken. Skye thought when he returned Philip’s clothes, he might ask him, if it didn’t seem too awkward.

They finished dressing, and headed to the mat.

Everything in Skye’s life changed in a flash.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 44: Demonstration.

After warm ups and stretches and some loosening up game-playing, the Coach had the wrestlers working on basic moves, as he did every practice. “Basics are EVERYTHING, men! You do them every day or you don’t win.”

“Yes, Coach!” called back the wrestlers in unison.

Coach O’Brien was about 45 years old, laden with muscles, relatively hairy, and graying a bit at the temples. He had begun wrestling as a boy and had progressed through high school and college and then at the Olympic trials where he had just missed the cut for the games. Unable to think of anything he’d rather do, he immediately pursued the university wrestling/coaching world and had carved out a niche for himself and his team at USD. No one, including himself, doubted he would coach their for life, one of the admirable and select group of coaches who had the endurance to keep a 40-year-long career going without losing any enthusiasm. One sign of his devotion was that he had just a few pairs of briefs in his drawer at home. The majority of the time, he was jockstrapped and in the gym, like his own coaches had been.

The wrestlers were devoted to him because he was devoted to them. He would stay late if needed and he seemed to know everything about the guys’ private lives. The joke was that he had an extensive spy network on campus and so knew who was failing class, who had girlfriend problems, and so forth. Such was the trust between him and his wrestlers that, though they were surprised when he might ask them a personal question, they never saw it an as intrusion; it was more like a father keeping an eye on his son.

“Ok, men,” he said as he called them together. “I’m going to re-demonstrate the Inside or Step-Thru Turk. I need a volunteerokaythanksSkye.” He said this last phrase so rapidly that Skye was startled. He looked at Kirk who smiled and simply gestured with his head toward the Coach. It was clear that this was Coach’s way of assigning a demo partner rather than actually asking for a volunteer.

The group encouraged him, which assuaged Skye’s nerves slightly, and he rose and walked to Coach. His frat wrestling shirt and shirts were already damp with sweat, and his jock was soaked.

“Okay, Skye. Lie down on your stomach. I’m gonna get on top and we’ll see what happens when I hook my legs through yours to make this easier. You guys watch. Some of you are trying to turn the upper body to get the pin, but watch this.” Coach lay chest-to-back on Skye and hooked his legs through Skye’s and with one deft movement twisted, and before he knew it, Skye was on his back with Coach on his chest to chest. “See? I did this by twisting my lower legs and I didn’t even need to touch his upper back and…”

Skye’s perception of the entire situation dimmed. He felt Coach’s powerful torso resting on his, and he knew that the arm wrapped around his neck meant that if Coach wanted to, he could have pinned Skye in an inescapable position with the slightest movement. Coach’s face was an inch or so from his, but it was turned to address the team.The whole scene seemed like a silent movie viewed from a mile away. He felt Coach’s heart beat and felt his powerful leg muscled intertwined with his; even their pelvises were in contact. All that was to be expected, Skye thought, although “thought” was perhaps not the right word. It just seemed familiar enough.

The next moment, though, his entire world was undone. From depths of his psyche more profound than the deepest abyss, a dark shape shot up and engulfed his mind. He now saw that he was in the arms of an older man, so to speak, and what else could that trigger than the agony of never having had a father?—no father to hold him when he was little, no father to teach him games or sports, no father to talk to him about girls, no father to horse around with on winter evenings, no father to help him choose clothes that meant he was a man, no father to help him pick out the right jock, shorts and shirt, and, perhaps most importantly, no father to participate in the one thing that meant more than anything to Skye: no father to watch him wrestle. All this, of course, passed in a twinkling of an eye, but the emotional effect was overwhelming. Tears poured from his eyes without a moment’s notice. This was not the tearing up that sometimes happened when he thought about not having a father; this was a Niagara of grief, tears streaming from his eyes. His heart raced and with no warning but with a good deal of irony, he twisted out of Coach’s hold, taking the older man by surprise. Skye rose and stood, shaking and silent, and without a word, walked slowly at an even pace to the door of the wrestling room and out into the hallway. The team froze. Tears continued to pour forth from their teammate, a cascade of sorrow that seemed to have no end. Partially blind, he somehow made it to the locker room but not even to his own locker. He tucked himself into the end of the first bay he saw and curled up in a fetus position and let loose a cry of despair that echoed off the concrete block walls. Eighteen years of unfulfilled need violently erupted within him. He tried to stop it, as indeed he had tried his entire life, but he might as well have tried to stop a tsunami with a screen door. A second wail rose from his throat, and he slumped over and wept.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 45 Revival

Those in anguish have an inaccurate perception of time. Skye might have sat there, knees to chest, for hours… or it might have been only a few minutes. Regardless, he felt his tears finally subside. And a sort of uncanny peace settled on him for a few moments. At least he had let out the serpent of grief that he had kept caged for his whole life, though the image of that animal dwelt only on the borders of his consciousness, and it was quickly replaced by a story he had heard from his grandmother, who had herself heard it from a west coast tribe member. In the tale, Raven was pulverized and lying at the bottom of a well, punishment for some mischief he had committed. His enemies were convinced that was the end of him, but through some kind of magic, or will power, or both, Raven gathered his feathers and broken bones and knitted them together and rose again to life.
Skye had not thought of this story since he was a little boy, but it presented itself to him now, when he needed it. The image of reconstructing a life fluttered through him like Raven himself, and with it, Skye found some kind of inner power. He sighed, breathed, exhaled, and stood. He was alone in the locker room, a mere 18-year-old in sweaty wrestling clothes, but he felt like a warrior who had confronted and triumphed over a ghost from his past, a victory won by public acknowledgement of its presence, thereby reducing it to impotence

He breathed deeply again, and with the same measured pace with which he had left the mat, he exited the locker room, walked down the hall, paused for a moment at the door of the wrestling room, and pulled it open.

He saw that Coach was still on the mat in teaching mode, another team member in Sky’s former position, just about to be pinned by coach.

The other wrestler and Coach looked up at the same instant, directly into the young Native’s face. Without a word, Coach released his grip, the other wrestler rose and walked back to join the team, and Skye, still deliberate, walked to the Coach and resumed his position. No one said a word. Coach looked at Skye and with no explanation, took back his former position on top of him and resumed the lesson as if nothing had happened. He quickly forced Skye’s left arm across his own neck, and quick as a snake, he reached under Skye’s left knee and pulled it up toward his chest. Skye was absolutely without recourse, and Coach said, “You do this, you’re gonna get the pin. Okay, in pairs practice the leg Turk till you’ve got it. Kirk, keep an eye on the team.”

The guys were accustomed to this routine and quickly paired off. One look at Coach, and Skye knew he was to follow the older man into his office. The two of them disappeared, and naturally the other guys felt the urge to talk about it, but one look from Kirk and they shut their mouths and focused on the drill.

Twenty minutes later, Skye emerged with a completely inscrutable facial expression. The practice was just ending, but Kirk said, “Skye, let’s you and me practice this, ok?” Skye shrugged and acquiesced. The other team members filed out, and a keen observer might have noticed the glances they gave to Kirk and to each other. They all proceeded to the locker room.

Kirk looked at his mentoree. He felt the need to speak up and say something kind and supportive, as indeed he had consistently done since he and Skye had first met, but some instinct told him to say nothing. Unlike women in this situation, he knew when a guy didn’t want to talk.

They practiced the moves a few times, each taking one of the roles, and Kirk remarked, “Ok, great. That’s enough for today.” The two of them got off their knees and wiped their foreheads with their towels. “Ready for a shower?” asked Kirk nonchalantly. Skye only nodded. Kirk went to the door, pushed through it and held it open for his teammate. Skye walked through without a word.

At the entrance to the locker room, Kirk opened the door again and Skye passed through and down the short flight of steps. It would be too much to say he hoped to he left alone. Rather, he was vaguely aware that a little solitude might be soothing, but at the moment he felt a million miles away.

On the last step he looked up. There, the entire team, in various states of undress, stood shoulder to shoulder in a kind of arc. He looked at them, puzzled. One wrestler clapped his hands once… then a few seconds later, again… and again a few seconds after that until the rhythm of his clapping could be discerned. Within a few moments, a second wrestler joined in, and shortly thereafter, a third. The sound grew exponentially as athlete after athlete joined in the rhythmic applause. Skye stood frozen like a statue, trying to understand. Traumatized though he was, he finally saw that the team was applauding him for what he had done. There was no blame, no recrimination, and certainly no ridicule. It dawned slowly on him that they had seen his willingness to let down his guard as an act of courage, but even more importantly, they recognized his courage in returning to the scene of his trauma and carrying on with his commitment. Of course, they had no idea what Coach had said, but they knew it couldn’t have been easy, and they also knew that most guys would never have managed what Skye had. He himself began to understand their mindset as the clapping continued for three or four minutes, during which Skye never moved. Only his eyes moved from face to face

With the precision of a military drill squad, the clapping stopped as if on cue and the guys walked silently to their lockers and continued to undress for showers. There were no jokes from the Three Stooges—Brad, Kevin, and Will—and in fact, there was none of the usual loud, noisy, brash yelling and teasing that was the norm after practice. Skye felt this, and he almost felt like he owed them an apology, but half his soul knew he need say nothing, so he didn’t.

He undressed, Kirk next to him, and walked naked to the showers. He and Kirk showered next to each other, taking their time to soap themselves even more thoroughly than usual. Finally, they rinsed off, and, out of a recently established habit, Skye wiped himself off with his hands before using his towel.

They returned to their aisle and dressed, both in boxer-briefs, jeans and a t-shirt. Kirk looked at Skye, but the latter merely shook his head. Kirk nodded, the last of the other guys slammed the door, and Kirk turned and left the locker room, leaving Skye alone.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 46. Moving on

Skye waited a full ten minutes before he got up to leave. Distracted, he’d forgotten to button the top button of his jeans and to buckle his belt, so he adjusted accordingly. In the process, he reached into his jeans pocket, following some instinct, and found a crumpled $20 bill.

He certainly didn’t feel like going to the dining hall, and since, for the first time in his life, he had a little extra money, he went instead to the Student Union, bought himself a cheeseburger, fries, and a Coke and settled in a remote corner.

He had a memory of several years of boyhood when, looking back, he saw that he had been a reflective, even philosophical, boy, but that somewhere in early adolescence, that aspect of his make-up had become bottled up. His theory for this was that life was too painful to really contemplate, so he had simply ignored muchƒ of the emotional scarring.

Now, however, as an 18-year-old with a bit of time on his hands and a life-changing event a mere 90 minutes in the past, he looked at his life and, most concentratedly, on his actions in the wrestling room that afternoon. He asked himself Was it my fault? Am I a wimp? Will I ever get over not having a father? Did I do this to myself? He tried to look inside and see who was a blame. He perceived that he could not conjure up any strong negative feelings for the event. His feelings seemed non-existent. A brief memory of a few classes on poetry and imagery when he was about 11 presented themselves and he gazed at his interior psyche and found…. Nothing. Or rather, the image that he saw was the classic vast empty prairies of his native land—the South Dakota that everyone used as a stereotype: endless, empty plains, just like his emotional landscape.

But of course, plains weren’t empty; they were teeming with life. He knew this from experience; when he played in these fields as a boy, he found grasshoppersƒrevis, bugs, foxes, snakes. They were there, just hidden.

Maybe it looks empty to me because I didn’t put anything wrong in this picture. All I did was stop resisting, and fuck, I walked out like a man, not a wimp. Even the guys on the team saw that; that’s why they applauded.

Just as the emotional break had pushed him on to a new awareness, so this moment of rejecting self-blame catapulted him to a different height. He suddenly felt able to resume life as it was, stronger than before.

He finished his Coke, tossed his trash into the can, and walked back to the dorm.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 47:

Skye opened the door to his room and saw Charlie, naked, at his desk, studying. Charlie looked up and gave a perfunctory, “Hey. How was practice?”

“Fine,” said Skye, not wishing to revisit the scene.

“Cool.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty zonked. I’m gonna go to bed.”

“Wow. Early. Still, early to bed…”

Skye just nodded, grabbed his kit, and sauntered to the bathroom . While brushing his teeth, he saw the door open and Wells came in in a ratty white brief. For just a moment, Skye was amused, having thought he was the only one who had a pair like that… though of course he didn’t have it any more, thanks to the locker room thief.

Wells merely grunted a greeting, shucked off his brief with his thumbs, yanked his dick a couple of times, and stepped into the shower. Once the hot water flowed, Wells grunted again in satisfaction, but Skye left without a word.

He opened the dorm room door and went to his bed. He undressed down to his boxer briefs and then reached in the waistband to lower them. He had just stepped out of them when there was a single knock at the door, and Kirk turned the knob and let himself in.

“Hey, Skye,” he said softly. Charlie looked up, and with the sensitivity that was now well established among his friends, he instantly knew he should vacate the room, so he rose, still naked, grabbed his book and went into the hallway.

Though you couldn’t find a guy more sensitive to the needs of other guys, Charlie violated his own rule on respecting others’ privacy by putting his ear next to the closed door. He was genuinely curious, even concerned, about the situation; clearly, something irregular had happened. He leaned in, placing his ear on the door, trying to catch a word.

Down the hall, Wells appeared, walking naked from his shower to his room. He glanced up and saw a naked Charlie leaning against his room door and was thinking about how to tease him, but Charlie caught his eye, put his hands to his lips, and glared, so Wells, retreated to his room silently. He did have a slight smile on his face from seeing his hall mate leaning naked against his own door.

Charlie could barely hear anything, but a few moments after he leaned in, he thought he heard one to the two guys headed for the door to leave. With the smooth movements he had cultivated for years, he turned and did exactly what Kirk had done: he knocked once on Chris’s door and let himself in, closing it quietly behind him. Chris did not see or hear him. He lay on his bed, his erection in his hand, his balls draped over the waistband of the white briefs that had now become his standard gear, aggressively stroking his penis. With closed eyes, he didn’t quite catch the fact that Charlie had entered, but a few moments later he opened his eyes and yelped: “Dude! What the fuck? Can’t you knock?”

With his usual sang froid, Charlie merely answered, “I did. You were just in beat-off town so deeply you didn’t hear.

“Fuck, man!”And Chris grabbed his covers and yanked them over his lap. “How about a little privacy?”

“That, my friend,” responded Charlie, “is exactly what I’m trying to give Skye. Something’s up.”

“I’ll say,” muttered the disappointed Chris. “Or at least it was until I was interrupted.”

“Oh dry up, man. It’s not like I haven’t seen every guy on his hallway pounding his pud at some point. You can continue if you like. I won’t watch… unless you want me to.” Charlie knew this last remarks would elicit a snappy response and he ducked just in time for Chris’s pillow to fly over his head. Charlie chuckled and went and sat down on Chris’s desk chair.

“Get your naked ass off my chair, dude.”

“Well… okay…” and Charlie rose, pivoted, and then sat his bare butt on the desk itself with his feet on the chair and his balls dangling. “That better? Now just relax. I can’t really hear what they’re saying, obviously, but believe me, something big is going on.”

Chris, having decided to stop his jerking for the moment, was curious now. “What happened?”

“Kirk came in and I bolted out, so I really don’t know what they’ll talk about, but it’s gotta be about the team.”

“Oh fuck,” said Chris. “You don’t think they’d cut Skye from the team, do ya? That’d kill him.”

“No, that doesn’t seem likely. But I’ll sure to probe him once Kirk leaves.”

Chris smirked. “Yeah, I’ll bet you’ll do a little probing…”

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 48: A talk.

“Wow! Charlie sure exited fast,” remarked Kirk. “Why would he do that?”

Skye stood, naked, his boxer-brief still in his hand. “You know how he was… what was the term?"

"Perspicacious?”

“Yeah… well, I guess he saw something was up. Is something up?”

“I just wanted to check on you, man. I didn’t want to overdo it in the locker room. I thought I’d let you be for a bit, but I can’t go to bed without checking on you.”

Skye was moved, though, curiously, his emotional landscape still felt rather arid, and he experienced his appreciation only at a distance.

“Skye… that breakdown you had in practice…”

“Not a breakdown, man. I just couldn’t take it.”

“Okay, then…. Whatever it was. It was pretty fucking strong, like a giant that had knocked you down.”

“Yeah.”

“I’ve been thinking about it all evening. I don’t suppose it has something to do with…”

“Don’t!” exclaimed Skye sharply.

Kirk stared at him.

“Just don’t say any more, okay?”

Kirk looked in Skye’s eyes, saw the pain, and remained silent for a moment. Then he said, “Ok. Sorry, man. You know I only do it cuz I care. Plus, the guys on the team wanted to know.”

“Yeah. That’s cool.” Skye was afraid to commit any more emotion the situation, and indeed felt like he had none to give.

“It’s just,” resumed Kirk, “well, I hope you’ll maybe tell me one day about your conversation with Coach.”

Skye fixed his gray eyes on his mentor. “Wasn’t much of a conversation, if you want to know. I just think Coach understands now.”

Another silence ensued, broken by Kirk’s “Well, all right. We’ll leave it at that. See you tomorrow at practice, buddy?”

“Yeah.” And moved by some force he did not understand, Skye took a step forward and hugged Kirk with a strength any wrestler would be proud of. His naked body pressed for a moment against Kirk’s clothed one, and his head ended on the older wrestler’s shoulder. “Thanks, man” he muttered. Curiously, Kirk’s clavicle acted as a kind of small echo chamber, like the one produced in marble memorials whose shape amplifies sound. Skye’s words of thanks resonated in his own ears

They stepped apart next moment, and Kirk just nodded, turned, and left the room. Skye stood for a moment, naked still but holding his boxer briefs in his hand, tried to process how he felt, failed to do so, and simply got into bed. Next moment his exhaustion overwhelmed him and he slept.

Charlie spent a few more minutes in Chris’s room and then returned, saw his roommate sleeping peacefully, felt a little moved, knowing that Skye had undergone some ordeal, and then got into bed himself and dozed off.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch. 49: Renewing

If Skye had been awake and feeling emotionally open, he might have said that all the pent-up energy, grief, and pain of the first 18 years of his life had simply drained out of him, like pulling a plug in the bathtub. He might then have recalled the Raven myth and been content to wait until his shattered psyche could reconstruct itself.

However, he was asleep, and whatever his subconscious was doing, his body paid little attention. It put forth its own energy and three hours after falling asleep, Skye woke with a start. Mentally, he was perhaps groggy, but physically he was, as one might say, ready. His penis, not interested in the state of his heart, was as rigid as he’d ever felt it in his life. It felt even a little bigger than at its most aroused moment, and it stretched from his groin up his ribbed stomach. There it twitched and throbbed and leaked a clear liquid onto his abs. Skye was no stranger to night erections, of course, but this one was like having a kidnapper’s note in front of him: “Do as I say and nothing bad will happen.” Of course, it wasn’t as negative as all that. He was, after all, an 18-year-old athlete with a big cock and balls, so this “demand” wasn’t exactly unpleasant. With the faint gleam of light from the window, he looked down at his dick. Without his even willing it, it bobbed up and down. In a moment of silliness that seemed at odds with the situation, he was reminded of dolphins nodding their heads up and down in films he’d seen, and he smiled.

His smile seemed to enrage his penis, which must have felt, as he imagined, angry that he wasn’t treating it seriously, and his cock decided to play hardball. It sent a current of desire and lust shooting up his stomach, and without even consciously deciding to, he started thrusting his hips up and down, fucking the air, as it were. After a dozen thrusts, he found his hand on the shaft of his penis, barely encircling its girth, and moving it up and down with regular strokes. His other hand cups his generously sized testicles and with each upstroke, he pulled his balls down. This opposite-oriented tension knotted his gut severely, and he could almost hear his cock smirking at him, as if to say, “Ignore me, will ya? We’ll see who’s more important: your cock or your soul.” Any college freshman would know the answer to this question. What choice was there? Skye pulled on his cock and yanked his balls for perhaps three minutes and then he felt a different “plug had been pulled”: his balls tightened, despite his iron grip, and his penis jerked and swelled and Skye lost himself in the wave of orgasm that accompanied his most intense masturbation sessions, and as he looked down, a cum shot out of the slit in his penis head and landed full fury on his chin. um shot out of the slit in his penis head and landed full fury on his chin. Only with the most supreme effort did he keep himself from crying out as his balls unloaded their volleys from the cannon of his cock. Multiple salvos fired and drenched his chin, neck and abs until finally, the deluge subsided and his cock, apparently satisfied, eased up and lay still on his stomach. After the intense sorrow of the previous hours, Skye was overcome with gratitude: some joy was warranted in his situation and he accepted it. After perhaps another 10 minutes of contemplation, he reached his hand under his pillow, pulled out the cum-encrusted sock from his last session and wiped himself down. He even considered taking a shower just because there was so much jizz on him, but he thought that if he ran into anyone he’d have to explain why he was showering in the middle of the night. Then it occurred to him that just the opposite was true: he wouldn’t have to explain to any of the guys here; they’d know it was because he’d shot sperm all over himself. They’d certainly understand, he thought, but it still would be embarrassing.

He drifted off to sleep with these thoughts… two hours later he awoke to precisely the same situation: an iron cock throbbing, balls aching, abs contracting, and he was forced to repeat the entire masturbation session, which ended in another shattering orgasm that seemed to produce as much cum as the first. Again, the arcs of cum, again the tension, again the sock, again sleep.

He drifted off to sleep with these thoughts… two hours later he awoke to precisely the same situation: an iron cock throbbing, balls aching, abs contracting, and he was forced to repeat the entire masturbation session, which ended in another shattering orgasm that seemed to produce as much cum as the first. Again, the arcs of cum, again the tension, again the sock, again sleep.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 50: Class encounter.

Having shot his load three times during the night, Skye had a little trouble getting up, but he had to admit when he did arise, he felt sensational. Something about the basic animalistic nature of simply fucking, even if it wasn’t really fucking, entered his soul and hoisted up buttresses of confidence that gave him a sense of power—surprising, considering how powerless he’d felt the evening before.

This sense was welcome, to be sure, but it was so distracting that he did something he hadn’t done before: he grabbed his kit and walked naked to the bathroom, not even noticing. Several guys were there and greeted him, and it wasn’t until he saw their glances that he realized he was naked. He blushed, but no one seemed to notice. Indeed, given his experience that first week, he should have realized that going into the bathroom naked, and even erect, was a non-event. More than a couple of the guys had semi’s anyway, so he accepted the situation. He waited for the shower, just leaning against the wall while the guys chatted. To his relief, they didn’t really talk directly to him this morning. He even considered not showering but then he remembered that he probably smelled like jizz and he couldn’t go to class like that. So he took his turn, quickly soaped himself, rinsed, dried off, and returned naked to his room, where he took the boxer briefs that he’d held in his hand last night when Kirk was there, and pulled them on. Charlie was nowhere to be seen.

He finished dressing and walked to the dining hall and found a remote corner where he ate by himself, hoping the other guys wouldn’t ask him to join them just yet, and glanced through his books: Spanish and History.

His 9:00 Spanish class had a number of good-looking people in it of both sexes. He was not especially attuned to beauty, but he couldn’t help noticing the strong-jawed fellow who looked to be a little older then he was, and a gorgeous blond woman with China blue eyes and a slim, athletic figure. He gazed at her, smitten. He wasn’t inclined to ogle women, but again, he was 18, and he couldn’t help himself. She was laughing with her friend before the professor arrived, but she turned slightly to see him staring at her. A quick flash of something appeared in her gaze: not anger, certainly, and not exactly defiance. Rather, it indicated a certain interest in anyone who took an interest in her, and she herself couldn’t help noticing Skye’s dark looks and his well-proportioned body.

His heart raced at this—a completely novel feeling for him. He’d heard of guys losing their minds over women, but he had always guarded himself pretty closely in this area, never even having asked a girl on a date at the Rez.

The Professor arrived—a vibrant, petite fireball of a Costa Rican woman whose energy was infectious and who had devised a number of activities so simple but so enjoyable that the whole class passed in a flash, and Skye felt like he was halfway home to being fluent. Though the activities had been brief, he had at least had a chance to be in a small group with the blond girl and he had been captivated by her surprisingly deep voice, her brilliant smile, and, above all, her laugh when she made a mistake. This was a whole new world to Skye, and he felt a little overwhelmed and, suddenly shy after class, he skedaddled out of the building, his heart still racing. He had to walk a little to calm down and wondered what would happen next class.

History was a completely different experience. The class was large, and the professor was only a mediocre lecturer. He obviously knew a lot about his subject but had little innate skill or training in how to present information compellingly. Skye didn’t mind; he seemed to think he could read and do the work without investing too heavily. Of course, he only thought this in the gaps that occurred when he momentarily stopped thinking about the girl in Spanish class.

He headed to lunch and only then became aware of the fact that he was leaking precum into the pouch of his boxer briefs. For a moment, he was embarrassed and was sure someone would perceive his situation, but of course no one did. He realized that if any of the wrestlers or guys on his floor had been in this situation, they would have bragged about it and probably groped themselves in public and laughed it off. I guess it’s because I was such a horn dawg last night, thought Skye. What was up with that, anyway? Jesus, three fuckin loads?Plus, that chick in Spanish may have got me going. That last observation reminded him that though he had heard guys talk about hot babes in high school and often mention their dicks’ reactions, he himself had not really experienced that phenomenon. Maybe I’m just slow.

He ate lunch at a cafeteria table with some of the guys from his hall and they swapped stories about classes, etc. He would have a few hours before wrestling practice and he thought he might do what he had been told was a good habit: try to get a jump on the material. Despite his doubts from earlier, he now had experience with all four classes and sensed he might actually be okay as a student. He headed toward the library.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 51: the Library

Skye had never darkened the door of a library, and certainly had never penetrated into the recesses of a building as awe-inspiring as the campus library. He felt a little intimidated when entering and wasn’t sure where to go, but he glanced around at other students and followed their lead. He ended up in a nice, comfortable reading room, with broad wooden tables and desk chairs as well as stuffed recliners designed, it seemed, for pleasure reading. Skye had not been a big reader in high school, but seeing all these other students engrossed in their books made him think he might change his ways.
He pulled up a chair to the table and took out his beginning Spanish book and a notebook. He looked through the pages near the beginning and recalled the exercises from class. In a moment of satisfaction, he saw the connection between the class’s activities and the grammatical points in the opening chapters, and for a moment, he thought of himself as a real student.

That feeling might have continued but… apparently having recovered from its nightly adventure, his dick decided to put in an appearance. Skye was perfectly content to study his Spanish work but within a few moments he felt a firm, large erection tenting the pouch of his boxer briefs. What the fuck? he thought. Really? After last night?

His dick remained silent yet demanding. It merely throbbed while its two playmates rose and fell in their sac. Skye tried every trick in the book to tame the maniac in his boxer briefs but who can argue with an erection? Even as he rededicated himself to the first few pages, he found himself unintentionally raising and lowering his hips, thrusting his contained cock in the air. He only did this a few times before he exerted all his will power and finally was able to tame his unnamed lust and sit still, even though his groin was on fire.

Aw, fuck! What am I gonna do?he wondered. He sat as still as a statue, wondering how it would look if he stood up. The boxer briefs sort of contained his penis, but it was noticeably large, as he now knew, and he wasn’t sure it wouldn’t call attention to itself. He tried thinking of all the disasters and sorrows he knew of, but apparently his sorrow bank was empty, and nothing he could conjure up had the slightest effect on his erection.

Two students several places further down had just finished their work and packed up and left. There was only one student remaining—a good-looking kid about 20, with slightly longish, slightly curly brown hair, and the lithe and athletic body of perhaps a high-level volleyball player or runner. He had glanced up at Skye when he had first sat down with a look of indifference. Now he looked at him again and let his gaze linger just a little longer than was warranted. Skye looked back, wondering.

To his surprise, this fellow whispered, “Man, you okay?”

Skye was startled, “Uh, sure… why?”

“Oh nothing. Not my business but you seemed like something was bothering you.”

“Nope. Nothing.”

“Okay, it’s just that for a second I thought maybe you were having an attack or something. Sorry, but my brother has epilepsy, so I’m really attuned to it… maybe over-attuned, I guess.”

“Oh. Sorry to hear about your brother. No, I’m fine thanks.”

At that moment, his dick gave a particularly vehement throb, and Skye lifted up his butt just an inch involuntarily. The other guy’s eyes saw this and instantly, Skye saw that he knew what was going on. And sure enough…

“Oh, I get it now. Sorry, man. I didn’t mean to bother you about that.”

“About what?”

“Cmon, man. You know. We’ve all had that happen here a zillion times.”

Skye considered the situation. “What’s your name?”

“Zach. You?”

“Skye.”

“You a wrestler?”

“Yeah. How does everyone know that?”

“It’s your build, bro. Hell, if I were built like that I’d want everyone to know.”

“Thanks.” Another spasm announced itself in his underwear and again the telltale mini-thrust occurred.

Zach merely looked at him one eyebrow just slightly arched. Skye flushed, but here again, as in the dorm and the locker room, it seemed that normal male reactions were treated as no big deal. He wasn’t sure what to do. He couldn’t really concentrate, but he didn’t want it to seem obvious that he had to find a place to jack off.

There was no need. Zach gave him a meaningful glance and stood up. It was plain he had an erection as well, and he merely left the table and headed down the aisle. Skye found himself following, feeling led by his dick, as was so often the case. Zach turned left and then right, entering a linoleum-covered hallway and then opened the door to the men’s room and went in. Skye realized why Zach was going in there, or at least he assumed he knew. He thought it might be just the spot to relieve the pressure and be able to concentrate, but he felt super uncomfortable following a guy into the men’s room for that reason. He hesitated, readjusted his hard-on, struggled internally, and then, with the self-discipline that had helped him gain admission to the university in the first place, he turned back and walked to the table. He wished he had thought to carry his textbooks with him; it would have been useful to cover up his now leaking hard on. What was he to do?

As he got to the table, he decided he could simply go back to his room, but as he gathered his books, he happened to notice a pair of shoes and then a pair of hairless, shapely legs standing a few feet away. He looked up, and there she was—the girl from Spanish. Mr. Stoic, Mr. Unemotional, Mr. Unflappable let his eyes travel from her skirt to her blouse to her face and he found himself staring directly into her eyes. Embers of embarrassment, already primed, burst into flames of awkwardness and he accidentally knocked his textbook off the table. She just offered a little smile and said, “Oops.” He stood, rooted to the ground, unable to move. In a lithe, swift movement, she knelt down with the grace of a ballerina and picked up the book. “Here you go… oh, hey, that’s the same book I’m using. Oh wait… you’re in my Spanish class, aren’t you?”

Don’t blow this! said a voice in Skye’s head, but it wasn’t his analytical subconscious. It was his hard, dripping penis talking to him. Maybe you two can fuck.

Skye practically yelled at his cock, but at least he called up enough self-control not to do that.

“Uh,” was all he could muster.

“Yes, I remember,” she said, with a gleaming smile, replacing the book on the table. “I thought that class was great; she really had some cool stuff to do on the first day, didn’t she?”

“Uh,” repeated Skye.

“Too bad we weren’t in the same small groups for any of the activities.”

Without a good-bye, she turned and walked away. Skye watched, transfixed, as her hips swayed and her hair swung. With no warning whatsoever, his cock quivered and then cum geysered out in his boxer briefs. His knees buckled, but he managed to stay upright by putting his hands on the table, but for a few moments he was complete incapacitated. Thank God no one came by right then! He finally managed to get hold of a chair and sank down into it, puffing rapid breaths out of his mouth like a weight lifter in an effort to retrieve himself.

His predicament was palpable. How the hell could he get back to his room with the front of his pants soaked in hot cum? He thought maybe he could walk across campus with his books over his crotch, but he thought that might look rather odd. He stared into space, desperately thinking.

Into his line of vision came Zach, and this proved his salvation. Zach had taken his light overshirt off, exposing only a green polo shirt, and he had wrapped it around his waist in such a way that the arms were knotted but hung down in front of his zipper. Skye had seen this look, but considered it way too snooty or even preppy to ever do it himself. However, that day Providence had suggested that he put a sweatshirt in his backpack and so he thought he’d imitate Zach.

His acquaintance gave him a friendly, “Hey, Skye” and looked down as far as he could see, though the table obscured Skye’s soaking pants from view. Zach looked Skye in the eye and then readjusted his own overshirt. With a knowledgeable glance at Skye, who then realized, to his utter embarrassment, that Zach knew exactly what had happened. Had he been spying? Or was this something that was common? Whatever the case, Skye reached awkwardly across the table for his backpack, which remained out of reach. Zach, however, helped him out and pushed it to him. Skye extracted the sweatshirt and stood up, turning his back to Zach and tying the sweatshirt around his waist, adjusting it to cover his crotch. He looked down and seemed satisfied. He looked up and saw Zach, gazing at him noncommittally. “Looks good, man,” said Zach, who then turned and left the study area.

Skye made one more readjustment, thrust his book in his pack, which he then slung to his shoulders and, walking awkwardly since the cum was now a little cold and sticky, made his way across the campus and safely into his dorm hallway.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 52: Telegraphing

Skye opened the door to the sight of Charlie, naked, looking over some note papers, idly playing with his cock, which was about half hard. He looked up.

“Hey, dude…um, nice look. You going to model for Abercrombie or somethin’?”

“Who??”

“Abercrombie and Fitch. They have all these preppy types.”

“Is wearing a sweatshirt like this preppy? I just, um didn’t want it in my backpack and it was actually warmer than I thought… and…” Skye’s voice trailed off as he became increasingly conscious of the drying jizz in his boxer briefs.

Charlie just looked at him, first in his eyes, then at his knotted sweatshirt. “Yeah it’s kinda warmer today than IOhmyGOD! You jizzed in class, didn’t you?! You hound! Jesus, I thought Chris was horny.”

Skye was struck dumb. How on earth could Charlie know this? “Perspicacious” didn’t even begin to cover it. Or was it that obvious?

Embarrassment overflowed from Skye’s head to his toes. If he was a volcano, shame was the lava covering his slopes. Charlie saw him flush and with his usual nonchalance said, “Whatever, man. Actually, I think it’s kinda cool. I think all the guys here would agree that when you just cum like that without any control, it’s the best.

Skye couldn’t believe his ears. Even this was accepted by his cool-as-a-cucumber roomie? The next question that came out to Skye’s mouth was, “How the fuck could you tell?” followed by “Is it that obvious? Oh man….” He sat on his bed, shaken.

“How could I tell? Dude, there are only two reasons a guy walks around with a sweater around his waist, especially if he’s strategically arranged it to cover his zipper. Either he’s a total fashion jizzrag douche who has to have his preppy clothes just so, or he’s shot his load without meaning to in some public place and has to get back to change. Given that you’re not a preppy and that you have little sense of clothes—sorry, man. I know it’s just because you didn’t have much growing up—I figure you couldn’t control yourself. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before. That’s how I know.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Is this common around here?”

“Meh. It happens.”

A pause. “Has it happened to you?”

“Oh yeah. A buncha times. What can you do? Your dick rules your life. Best to just accept it.”

“Holy fuck. I can’t believe this happened.” Embarrassed as he was, he began to see the wisdom and even the humor in his roomie’s approach. He managed a rueful smile. “Well, I guess no one knew… Well, actually, that’s maybe not true. There was this guy there who kinda looked at me. I mean we had a short conversation and then he went to the bathroom.”

“Lemme guess,” interrupted Charlie, “he came back with this sweater around his waist.”

“Yeah!”

“Dude, he was just reaching out to a bro in trouble. He must have seen you had shot your load and figured he’d save you the embarrassment by showing you what to do, without really bringing attention to it.”

“Well, since we’re being all cards-on-the-table, to be honest, I think he knew I had an uncontrollable hard-on.”

“Oh yeah… you mean one of those out of nowhere that takes over your brain until you deal with it? I guess yours was more impatient than most and just went out on its own. Kinda surprising.”

“Surprising? Didn’t you say it had happened to you?”

“No, I meant surprising considering last night.”

“?”

“Oh come on, man. You can’t possibly think I didn’t notice your sleeping activities. Well, not exactly sleeping. THREE times, was it? Damn, boy. You’re a stud.” Charlie then returned to his book with the slightest of smiles on his face, obscured from Skye’s view.

A long silence ensued. Finally, Skye: “Man, nothing gets by you, does it?”

“Well, it’s a small room. And besides, I think guys are attuned to that the way they say women that hang out together get on each other’s cycles… not to mention each other’s nerves!” Charlie smirked at his own joke. “And anyway, I thought I’d taught you that all that stuff just doesn’t warrant being embarrassed. Sometimes I wish they’d just remove the doors of all these rooms. Then you could walk down the hall and see how much cock-tugging goes on here constantly. I sometimes fantasize that I have a powerful flashlight and like a cop just go down the hall, yank open the doors and shine the light on every guy in his bed. I guaran—fucking-tee you you’d find ninety per cent of ‘em dick in hand. And why not? What are we supposed to do, be like monks? I mean, last night when Kirk showed up and I left quickly, remember? I went into Chris’s room with barely a knock and guess what he was up to. I’m afraid I interrupted him.

Anyway, just accept that there are two areas that are jackoff central in a dude’s life: his dorm room and his underwear. Speaking of, the vinegar bottles on the window shelf if you wanna de-jizz your boxer briefs.”

Stunned, Skye walked as if in a trance to collect the vinegar, which he decided he’d use later to clean up.

In a moment of utter vulnerability, he coughed and managed to say with some difficulty, “Charlie, I don’t know why my dick went so crazy last night. Has that happened to you?”

“Sure, man. Not like every night, but once in a while. I think it’s usually triggered by some other event: sometimes something as simple as blue balls, but sometimes some other psychological event. That’s why I’m so interested in psychology and always have this damn book on my desk.”

“And your damn dick in your hand,” quipped Skye, his nascent wit putting in an appearance.

Charlie chuckled and then turned serious. “Hey, dude…. If there’s something bothering you, you can tell me. I mean, obviously something’s up since Kirk showed up last night. It’s none of my business unless you want to make it so.”

Skye, who had never in his life been at ease sharing his feelings, had nonetheless learned a good deal in the short time he’d been in college about the way men interact and the empathy between them. He had certainly become sensible to the extraordinary level of caring among the guys he had met, very different from the classic put-down modes of his teenage years on the Rez. He took the gamble.

“Well, at practice yesterday, the Coach was using me as a student model to show a move, and everything inside me exploded and I got up and left practice and went into the locker room alone and just fuckin cried my goddamn heart out.”

“Well,” said Charlie thoughtfully, “that’d do it. Why did you leave practice?”

Skye choked up a little. “It’s just that.. well, that lying there, with his arms holding me in a difficult wrestling position… I couldn’t help think of how I never had a dad.” He paused, expecting tears, but none were forthcoming. “I couldn’t stay there, so I left and found a corner of the locker room… and man, was I miserable.”

“If I had to venture a guess,” said Charlie, “I’d imagine you felt like every emotion you’d ever experienced drained away once your tears had stopped. Am I close?”

Skye was once more blown away by the wisdom of his roommate, who was, after all, only a year older than he was.

“Yeah, man! It was like a plug and by the end, I had nothing.”

“And when Kirk came by here?”

“He just wanted to check on me and hear about my conversation with Coach afterwards, but I didn’t tell him that. Fuck, Kirk’s about the nicest guy I can imagine.”

“Yeah, he’s a quality guy, for sure. You know, Skye, this makes sense to me. You had nothing left to give at all. The emotional bank account was empty, so the rest of the night and today’s little misadventure seem only logical.”

“Logical? How the fuck do you see it that way?”

“Your psyche was empty, but your body still exists. Where else could your energy—that kind of “soul” or a similar term that you find in every culture—had to have an outlet. You’re eighteen, an athlete, and hung. Where else would your energy go but into your dick and balls? That’s why you shot your load three times last night and couldn’t control it in the library today. Makes perfect sense.”

This was way too heady for Skye to process then. He had the dim idea that some part of his mind or soul, as Charlie called it, was completely out of his control, but beyond that, he didn’t have the ability to consider it calmly.

“I suggest,” continued Charlie, “that you cut yourself a break and not worry. No one saw you except that one guy who you might never see again, you seem to have patched up things with your Coach, your roommate doesn’t give a fuck if you jizz twenty times in your bed every night or anywhere else on this hall, you are still on the wrestling team, and you’ve even said your classes are manageable. Everything’s breakin’ your way, buddy.” With that, Charlie turned back to his book, while Skye merely stood, stained crotch and all, trying to process it all. Eventually, he took off his clothes, gingerly pulled his boxer briefs away from his dick, hoping the cum hadn’t stuck to it, grabbed his towel and kit, and headed to the bathroom for a shower.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 53: Practice

Later that afternoon, Skye headed to practice. He’d had four erections between his shower in the dorm and his entrance into the locker room, but they’d been of a more typical nature, not the domineering ones of the previous 24 hours. However, he felt concern about what might happen in practice and, knowing that Kirk was trustworthy, he made an unusual decision to open up to him.

Kirk was already at the locker room bench taking off his shirt when Skye sidled up to him.

“Hey, buddy,” said Kirk, flashing that killer smile. “What’s up?”

“You got a second?”

“Sure,” answered the senior. “What’s on your mind?”

“Well, it’s a little embarrassing.”

“It’s just me, bro.”

“Have you ever… I mean, were you ever in circumstances where… I mean, did you ever lose control…. Aw fuckit.”

Kirk cut to the chase: “This is about your dick, isn’t it? ‘smatter? Not big enough for ya?” He punched Skye playfully in the arm.

“Asshole,” replied the younger man, smirking. “No, it’s just that…”

Skye leaned in and lowered his voice. Thankfully, there weren’t too many guys there making noise as it was a little early for practice.

“Last night,” he began, “I was so fuckin exhausted that my brain just went blank, like on those tv shows when the brain monitor goes bzzzzzzzz…..”

“Yeah?” responded Kirk, wondering where this was going.

“Well, in the middle of the night…”

“Not another jizz fest, I hope,” smiled Kirk.

“Not exactly. I woke up, maybe around 2:00 and… well…”

“You had an erection.”

“Right. But like… it was bigger and harder than I’d ever felt. It was like the damn thing took over. Has that ever happened to you?”

“You’re not telling me the whole tale, buddy. Of course I get erections that try to run the show, but this isn’t about that, is it? I mean, that’s pretty normal.”

“No, you’re right. Well, my fuckin dick was so insistent, I couldn’t help beating off.”

“Of course.”

“And within about… fuck, this is embarrassing…. Within a few strokes, I shot this huge load all over my stomach.”

Skye was deep in his story, but not so deep he didn’t notice his friend’s bulge start to grow a little.

“Yeah. So?”

“So I cleaned up…”

“With what? You got a jizz rag there?”

Skye blushed. “ I have this sock under my pillow.”

Kirk let out a broad and hearty laugh. “You’re not the first guy to do that,” he said warmly.

“I guess not… but then… about 2 hours later, it happened again!”

“Wow! Seems like a short recharge.”

“Annnd…. It was almost exactly the same: Same intensity, same size, same cum load.”

“Sounds good to me. What’s the problem?”

“Well, it happened a third fucking time about 2 hours after that!”

“Three times in one night? You are a stud, man.”

“Yeah, yeah… I knew you’d say that. But then, yesterday afternoon I was at the library—first time I’d really gone there to study, ya know. I was at a big table and a little bit after I got there, some people left so it was just this guy and me. He looked like maybe a volleyball player or runner. Anyway, out of the blue, I got this fuckin hard on again… and the same kind of intensity, not just a regular boner. Fuck, I found myself kinda humping the air under the table, bucking my hips like I had no control over them. I tried to do it on the sly, but it was like some thing possessed my body. This other guy asked if I was okay—turns out his brother has epilepsy so he was concerned— and then, I swear, I think he figured out I had a hard-on cuz he said something like “Oh, that.”

Kirk didn’t reply, waiting, bare-chested for his friend to finish. He put one foot on the bench.

“So this guy got up and went to the bathroom and I followed him thinking he wanted to tell me something, then I realized he was probably just going there to beat off, so I went back to the table.

“Dude, where is this going?”

“Just listen. So I go back to the table and then, this girl from Spanish class appears out of nowhere. Hot as fuck, man.”

“Oh! Not what I expected.”

“Yeah, well, good ol’ me, Mr. Smooth, knocks my books off the table by accident, and she helps me pick ‘em up, and all I can say is, ‘uh’ and she’s super friendly and fuckin hot and she says a few things about class and then just turns and leaves without another word. I didn’t know what to do.”

“Not the first time a girl makes a guy tongue-tied.”

“That’s not what made this so embarrassing. It wasn’t that I couldn’t think of what to say. It’s that as she walked away, my fuckin balls decide THAT’s the time to unload, and with no fucking warning, I swear, I fuckin…”

Kirk laughed quietly but supportively at his friend’s narrative. “No, let me finish this: your balls decided right then to unload, am I right?”

The now almost famous Skye crimson flamed yet again. He hung his head.

“Holy fuck, bro. You jizzed right there just from watching her walk away?!.. Fuckin horn dawg,” and he lightly smacked Skye in the head. “Actually, I think that’s awesome but I guess you had to figure out what to do afterwards.”

“It was super awkward, but that guy from before came by wearing a sweater he’d tied around his waist, and I realized he was showing me how to do that so I could cover up till I got back to my room. Dunno why I had a sweatshirt in my backpack, but I did, so I wrapped it around my soaked pants and managed to get back. Charlie, of course, knew within about three sentences what had happened. He has a theory about why this is happening, but I’ll tell you that later. I’m just unloading… oh sorry” and Skye laughed in spite of himself, “I’m just getting this off… oh fuck!” He laughed again. “I’m telling you this cuz…”

“Cuz you’re worried, “interrupted Kirk, “that you’re gonna get another one of those super hard-ons in practice and maybe jizz all over yourself?”

Skye gave no response but looked at Kirk with pleading eyes.”

“First, dude, I think you should fuckin’ celebrate how studly you are, especially after all the crap you put yourself through at practice yesterday. Second, you’d hardly be the first guy on this team to get a boner in practice. Third, if you’re really worried, why don’t you double jock?”

“Huh?”

“Wear two jocks. That should keep the monster in line, and if it can’t get free to cum then presumably you’ll be okay. Whaddya think?”

“I hadn’t thought of that. I guess that’d be good, but I only have one jock.”

“Yeah, I know. Rookie. I have an extra one.” Kirk reached in his locker and pulled out a well-worn jock, one he had clearly used for years. It was clean but had several threads hanging off in various places.

“This should do the trick, man. Wear this under your regular jock and then your usual shorts. Lemme help you.” With an impressively smooth movement, he grabbed Skye’s T-shirt and pulled it over his head in one motion, like an expert pick pocket. Before he knew it, Skye was down to his boxer briefs. He stripped those off, but before he could get Kirk’s old jockstrap on, he noticed the older guy give a quick glance to his crotch just in time to notice a very thin thread of cum, clearly left over from his explosion of a few hours before. Skye was embarrassed, but Kirk merely looked away. Skye had the impression his friend, far from being annoyed that he was leaking cum into his jock, was actually impressed that Skye had enough cum in his “tanks” to still be producing after three hours. Kirk pulled on his regular jock and Skye became aware that the rest of the guys had arrived and were making the usual racket. He pulled on his second jock, adjusted his cock and balls in the pouch, gave them a stern tacit talking to about behavior, said a quick prayer to a God he didn’t believe in, and pulled on his shirt and shorts and headed to the mats.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 53/4: Doubled Practice ran its usual route: movement, stretching, practicing the always important basic moves, instruction by Coach or one of the seniors about specialized technique. The guys moved through these routines naturally, being accustomed to them. Only occasionally was Skye aware of the feeling of wearing two jockstraps. He actually liked it; the snugness just felt good irrespective of the goal of the arrangement: to keep him from getting a superhero erection and jizzing on his gear. He did detect from time to time a tingling in his cock and balls, but then his wrestling partner would come at him, and he found that when you’re fighting tooth and nail, you’re too busy to have a hard-on. Nonetheless, at the borders of conscious thinking, he reflected for just a moment that even if he was too preoccupied defending himself, his traitorous cock might just get hard anyway, just to show him.

It was, of course, not at all unusual for guys to have their loose gray shorts ride up their thighs and expose the leg straps of their supporters. Happened all the time and no one thought anything of it. Nonetheless, wearing two straps for practice usually signaled something out of the ordinary. Kirk was resting after a bout with his longtime friend David, and the latter was casually watching the younger guys when he saw Skye’s shorts leg ride up, showing two leg straps. Kirk must have seen it at that exact moment as well, for when David turned to him with an eyebrow raised, about to speak, Kirk said, “Yeah, I know. He’s got his reasons.”

“Anything like your reasons our freshman year?”

Kirk smiled. “Yep. Exactly. Poor guy had a three-prong attack last night. All three spread out by a couple of hours each.” Kirk did not tell his teammate about the library cum explosion that had taken Skye by such surprise.

“Well, good on him, I say. I suppose you’re the one that suggested he double strap?”

“Yeah. The voice of experience.”

David just smiled to himself, showing a face absorbed in memory. He could still see an 18-year-old Kirk suffering the battle of extreme horniness and looking for ways to manage his sex drive. It was hard to believe it was three years ago. Both wrestlers then rose to help keep practice going.

Coach was circulating among the guys, as were the team leaders, offering advice and encouragement. A subtle observer who knew the situation might have noticed that he gave a little extra attention to Skye, but the team didn’t seem to perceive it, and if they had, they would not have resented it. They had, after all, seen first-hand how Skye had handled his own dignity at yesterday’s practice.

Skye pinned his opponent and as he did so, the other guy’s hand inadvertently pulled up Skye’s shorts leg, and Coach, who never missed the details of anything, saw the two straps and instantly turned to look at Kirk, who was also moving about. Kirk knew at once that Coach was asking for a situation report, as it were, and in response raised one eyebrow quickly and gave a small nod. Coach returned the nod and it was evident to each of them that the other understood. Clearly, this sort of thing had happened before, and Coach, wise with years and experience, knew perfectly well what the story was. If Skye could have read their minds, he might have been less self-conscious about the whole situation that had caused the double strapping in the first place.

Practice came to an end, and the guys returned to the locker room. Routine ruled the day, of course, and the guys either started stripping off their sweaty clothes or sat on the bench to rest up before showering.

Skye, feeling pretty good about practice and thinking about the evening work hours he had that night and how they’d add to his bank account, sort of forgot he had on two jocks until he’d removed his shirt, shoes, socks, and shorts and then kind of caught himself looking at the two jocks. He quickly shucked them off, and Kirk was quick to perceive his discomfort.

“Dude,” he said quietly, “you don’t have to worry. No one saw you, and even if they did, who cares? I know of more than one guy here who’s double strapped it for a couple of practices…including…”

“Including who?” asked Skye.

“Well, why do you think I have an extra jock?”

Skye paused. “Ohh! You mean you…?”

“Yeah,” said Kirk with a little smile. “It was my freshman year, but yeah, I had a couple of weeks there where my cock absolutely would not leave me alone. I double jocked for practice because I never knew. So, just know that other guys have gone through this. I think I’m right in saying that between me, the team, your dorm, and Charlie the Nudist you’re starting to see that guy things are commonly shared, right? And so things that seem like a big deal usually aren’t.”

Skye looked at his mentor gratefully. “Cool,” he said. “I admit that makes me feel a little better. Thanks.”

“You got it, buddy,”smiled Kirk and removed his own shorts and jock.

Skye said, “Do you want your jock back?”

“Not till you’re done with it. Better keep it a few days. Hey, don’t you work at the university store tonight?”

“Yeah. I was just thinking about that…well, about how much money I’ll make tonight. It’s only four hours but still, it’ll feel good.”

“Yup. Nothing like earning a little something. You gonna keep a special eye out for underwear thieves?” Kirk offered in a mock-serious tone: “I have a feeling that Chris might try to swipe some briefs!”

Skye remembered the night before and previous visits by Chris and said, “I think maybe Chris might have solved that problem.” He lowered his voice. “Apparently, she likes it just as well when he pulls his balls out over the waistband. I guess she doesn’t need his to rip the front out of his briefs every time.”

Kirk just shook his head and said, “Let’s hit the showers.”

“Hey,” said Skye, where are the Three Stooges? They haven’t had any dumbass ideas for showers lately.”

“Just wait,” said Kirk.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 54. The Bookstore.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Still in high school?”

“Yep.”

“You thinking about coming here?”

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

“But…?” asked Skye gently.

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

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

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

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

“Hey, can I ask you a question?”

“Sure, buddy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 55. Commonalities

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A full minute later, Skye had recovered and said, “Ok, man. You win first fuckin’ prize. I know nothing fazes you but I didn’t expect that! I guess that’s something we have in common.”

“It’s a classic, Skye. The jizz sock. Oldest trick in the book. You know how many of the moms of the guys on this hall probably discovered a sock like that in their sons’ bedrooms in high school? Ya know what I think? I think we should go on a scavenger hunt and check out every pillow in this hallway. Hell, in this dorm! Then you’d see that, alas, you’re not that original, pal!” Charlie grinned, tossed Skye’s pillow back to him and threw his own on the bed, not even bothering to cover up the sock.

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 56: The night before Spanish class

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

Though he slept soundly for a few hours, around 2:00 in the morning, he woke with a start. Sure enough, his erection was throbbing painfully in his tie tea whites, pulsing and twitching in its constant demands to be satisfied. As usual, Skye tried thinking of every dick-wilting scenario he could, but it was hopeless. His penis was a juggernaut behind which an army of millions of sperm stood ready to launch Skye groaned quietly but then thought perhaps if he took care of it this one time, there would be no recurrence.

With practiced hand, he reached down and freed his cock from his underwear and pulled the waistband down under his sack so his balls rested on the elastic. Taking care to be extra quiet—though somewhere in his subconscious, he had begun to see that it didn’t matter; Charlie always seemed to know when Skye was beating off and he never cared—Skye took his throbbing and leaking penis in his hand and stroked it rapidly. Though he considered, in his rational moments, that the erection situation might be a problem, once he started stroking his meat, nothing else mattered. He worked his balls, tugging on them, and strengthened his grip and within a couple of minutes, his cock erupted with white, thick cum, which coated his chest.

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 57 The girl in Spanish Class

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You have history now, don’t you?”

“Yeah. Why?”

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

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

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

Skye looked down and said nothing.

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

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

“I know.”

“What?? HOW do you know?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

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

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

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

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

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

“Holy fuck! You didn’t!”

“I did.”

“Where? In the library like yesterday?”

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

“Jeezus! You are an incredible stud.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 59: Revisit to Bob’s Part I

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

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

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

This praise from the older man made Skye feel appreciated.

“Thanks, Mr. Williams,” returned Skye. “I did think I helped him out.“

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes?” said Skye encouragingly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay. Uh, when did you want to go?”

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

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

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

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

“You got a car?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just follow me.”

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

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

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

“Fine."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, but I think it’s common knowledge. Since I work in a store, I know how it’s tough to put back clothing once someone’s tried it on, and usually the store loses money on it. I mean, you can’t repackage stuff like boxerbriefs.”“You sure about that? Look.” He held up the package and Skye saw that, unlike some other items, these were packed in resealable plastic bags, rather like a Zip-lock bag with a kind of zipper that slid open and closed easily. “See,” continued Matt in a conspiratorial whisper, “I could try ‘em on and if I don’t like ‘em, I can just fold ‘em up and put ‘em back. You’ve probably done that with clothes in your store, haven’t you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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