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Native American's College Wrestling Experience

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
Gents, this is a story I wrote over the past 18 months. I posted it on lpsg.com and have had a ton of positive responses. It's quite long but the readers appreciated it. It's mostly about "bromance" or at least bro relationships. There is some sexual-oriented content, but there are no graphic, explicit scenes (I have other stories that do that). Again, it's more about being on a college wrestling team and some of the relationships that evolve.
I'll post the first chapter here. Let me know if I should continue.
(Needless to say, it involves jockstraps quite a good deal.)
I may say that I have an advanced degree in English and am considered a very strong writer. Feedback appreciated.




Ch 1:

Skye stood outside the men's lockerroom at the University of South Dakota, a large paper grocery bag with a rolled top gripped in his hand. His 6 foot framed was dressed in a plain T-shirt and a pair of faded blue shorts, with dirty sneakers. He betrayed no sign of the nervousness he felt creeping up his spine and onto the back of his head. He knew he was about to take a big step, though one he had always hoped for. At eighteen, he was about to enter the world of college athletics, specifically wrestling, and he knew his life would be different.

Dark-haired and gray-eyed, with a firm jaw line and a cultivated serenity in his stoic face, he was, despite his stillness, someone that people noticed. His muscular build, earned from competing on his Reservation's high school wrestling team in increasing weight classes, caught people's eye, but there was some other, ineffable quality that made passersby stop their conversations momentarily to look over at him.

He was waiting for Kirk, the wrestling team member and senior who was to be his mentor this freshman year. As he stood like a statue, a 6'3" brown-haired student, easily 230 pounds and with an open, trusting face, approached him.

"Skye?" he asked.

Yes."

"I'm Kirk. I'm your mentor on the team this year. Good to see you."

"Thank you."

Kirk waited an almost imperceptible moment, expecting the standard reply of "You too" but he somehow knew that Skye's reticence did not work that way, so he continued: "Come on in, man. I'll show you your locker and get you settled. You doing okay here on campus?'

"Yes, thank you," said Skye. Again, silence.

Kirk led him to a row of lockers. The room was starting to fill up with college-aged guys, laughing and joking, a couple of them already stripping off their shirts to change for practice. It was easy to tell the class years of most of the guys. The freshmen still looked like high school students for the most part, and the senior were grown men, muscles proudly on display, even among the lighter weight classes. Indeed, one of the lessons Skye had learned on his Reservation team was that wrestling affirmed a guy's value, regardless of size; as long as he had muscle and worked hard, he could be a mere 110 lbs and still be respected.

Kirk stopped in front of a shiny locker. "We just had the locker room redone here. I heard some rich alum did it since the state wouldn't spring for it."

"Uh huh," replied Skye.

He gripped his paper bag and sat on the bench, looking at locker 217.

"Mine is right here," said Kirk. "Tell me about your wrestling background."

"I wrestled for the reservation not far from here for four years. I would have competed in the regular state high school championships, but they didn't allow us to participate."

"That sucks," said Kirk. "What was that about?"

"I don't know," answered Skye, looking Kirk in the eye.

"Yeah, well," stammered Kirk, "I hope you'll have a good experience here, man. It's a great group of guys. I think Coach told me you wrestle in the 190 lb class?

"That's right."

"Well, we'd better get changed for practice. Don't wanna be late the first day."

Skye glanced around the room, his stoic face showing nothing, but he did notice half the guys naked in the process of changing. He opened his bag and pulled out a ratty towel, which he wrapped around his waist. He reached under the towel and pulled off his gym shorts.

Kirk stopped in his tracks and looked at him. "Um... what's the deal with the towel?"

"What do you mean?" asked Skye. A slight tone of defensiveness crept into his voice.

"I mean... can't you just change by taking your clothes off? We all do that. No one's that shy here, and it's part of the team... plus, it's just normal."

Skye hesitated. In a low voice he said, "Sorry. Our school didn't have a locker room so we had to change in the hall. I just got used to it." He reached in the bag and pulled out a pair of dingy gray wrestling shorts and a worn t-shirt. He again reached under the towel to pull on his shorts, but his habit betrayed him and the towel fell, revealing plain Hanes white briefs, though clearly well worn and graying. The waistband was stretched as were the leg holes. Skye reached quickly to pull on the towel, but Kirk, seizing the opportunity, grabbed his hand. The next moment he felt Skye's iron grip on his own wrist, and he let go.

"Sorry, buddy. It was instinct. I just don't think you need to worry about that here."

"Let me worry about whatever I want to," said Skye.

Kirk looked at him, and his eyes melted Skye's frostiness a bit.

"Hey, I'm sorry, Kirk. At my school we kept our distance." The slight conflict had made him forget for a moment that he was standing there in his briefs, wrestling shorts in his hand. He reached again for the towel, but Kirk said, "Dude, just change. No one gives a shit what you look like or what you're wearing."

Skye hesitated and looked around, astonished to see the nudity comfort level of the other guys, tugging their cocks and loosening their balls like all guys did in a locker room.

Kirk could see he was out of his element, and he asked, "So how did you guys change at your school?"

"We just found a place in the hall and used the towels like I did. It's just habit. They didn't want the girls to see us."

"Oh, yeah, I suppose that's true.... Hey wait a sec... does that mean you never saw guys naked in school?"

"Nope. Never."

"Wow. Weird."

"Well, it is a different culture." Skye looked around again and his surprise registered on his normally placid face.

"Well," said, Kirk, "no need to worry about that here like I said. Just shuck off your stuff and get your practice gear.'

Reassured a little, Skye pulled on the wrestling shorts over his briefs.

"Hang on a second, bud," said Kirk." You're not gonna wrestled in gym shorts with tighty whities underneath, are ya?"

"Sure. That's what I always did." He paused, then dropped his voice feeling he could trust Kirk. "Though to be honest, it was a drag. This is the only pair of underwear I've got."

Kirk's eyebrows rose."The only pair? You mean... for any thing? Don't you have a pair in your dorm for going to class or whatever?"

Skye's silence told him all.

"Wow..." Kirk whistled. "So then, every night you had to wash it..."

"Yeah. My grandma washed ‘em every night, along with my other clothes for school. I used to get grief about wearing the same clothes every day, but I wasn't the only one. We were poor. Dirt poor."

"So then," resumed Kirk, "you were gonna wrestle in those old shorts and that ratty T-shirt."

"It's all I got," said Skye.

"No, it isn't," said Kirk. " I guess they didn't tell you. The school provides everything you need, from practice shirt and shorts, practice singlets, jockstrap, everything..."

"Jockstrap?"

"Yeah, jockstr... wait a sec... do you mean to tell me you don't know what a jockstrap is?"

"No."

Kirk sat stunned for a moment, but then remembered his courtesy.

"Oh, well, okay... um.. so here's mine." He pulled out a white athletic supporter from his locker. "I wear this for practice and matches. Keeps my balls in place, you know. Pretty important in wrestling." He leaned in conspiratorially. "Some guys go commando, which is obvious at matches, but not me, man. I want my balls protected as best they can be."

Skye said nothing. He looked at the jock.

With practiced, swift movements, Kirk pulled off his shirt, yanked down his jeans, revealing blue boxer-briefs, which he then also yanked down and before Skye knew it, his mentor was standing naked next to him.

"See?" said Kirk, "it's just no big deal. You're gonna have to get over it, man. Lemme show you how to put on a jockstrap." He opened the waistband wide and stepped into it, pulling it up fully, then bending his legs to adjust his balls in the pouch and running his fingers down the leg straps. Skye's eyes widened just a bit. He had seen some Native gear resembling this in ceremonies, but he had never in his life seen an athletic supporter on a muscled guy a foot away. He became aware that Kirk was talking to him:

"So, you gotta adjust your nuts and get ‘em settled, see? Then you can pull on tight shorts for practice"--he held up a pair of maroon stretchy shorts-- "or regular loose gym shorts. I like the wrestling shorts.” He pulled those up and they clung to his pouched cock and balls tightly. He readjusted and grinned. "See?"

"Yeah, I see," said Skye. "But I don't have one of those." He took a moment to look around and sure enough, a number of guys were adjusting their balls in their jockstraps and a few were pulling up wrestling shorts without anything underneath. The normal lockerroom banter continued, including a couple of guys who shot their supporters like rubber bands at their buds, just to harass them and have a laugh.

"Like I said, though," continued Kirk, "The school provides 'em. Look in your locker."

Skye opened his locker and saw a plastic box a few inches square. Kirk looked in and said, "Yeah, that's it. It's new, in a box. Grab it."

Skye took out the box from his locker and snapped it open. He removed the strap from the box and shook it out. The pure white straps almost gleamed.

"Ok, buddy, time to man up," grinned Kirk. "Lose the briefs."

Because he had plenty of Reservation toughness, Skye was surprised by his shyness in this circumstance. But he couldn't lose face, so he reached inside his briefs waist band and slowly pushed them to his ankles and stepped out of them. It was the first time in his life he had been naked in front of another guy.

"There... not so hard, was it? .... I mean..." At that point Kirk glanced at Skye's penis, as any guy would. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed.

"What?" said Skye, almost panicked.

"Oh, sorry, man.... it's just that... well, sure don't know what you were all shy about. That's the biggest fuckin dick I've ever seen…low hangers too…. and I've been in locker rooms for years. You must be super proud.'

Skye blushed. He had no idea about other guys' penis size, assuming his was the norm.

"Do you always talk about penis size to other guys?" he responded, trying to sound tough.

"Um.. well... actually yeah, now that you mention it. I mean, we joke about dicks all the time here in the locker room. Didn't you? Oh wait... sorry... you said you didn't have a locker room."

"That's right."

"Well, that just surprises me. I mean, as you can see, the guys here strip and do all kinds of stupid shit with their dicks: twirl 'em around, yank on 'em in some other guy's face, tuggin’ their balls... it's pretty normal lockerroom stuff."

"I see," said Sky passively.

" I mean..." Kirk laughed..."Brian over there gets a fuckin hard-on every time he hits the showers! He has for four years! He finally just gave up trying to hide it. When the guys razz him, which they still do, he just says, 'Yup. The fucker's got a mind of its own.'"

Skye allowed a smile to form on his lips. "I get it."

"Well," said Kirk "don't just stand there jock in hand, buddy. Pull it on and let's get to practice. That is, if you think you can fit your junk in the pouch!" He playfully punched Skye in the arm. The freshman had an impulse to punch Kirk in the face as a response, but he instantly realized Kirk’s gesture was just in fun. His experience did not include this kind of horsing around, but he was quickly picking up that it was the norm, given the behavior he observed in the locker room.

He pulled up the athletic supporter slightly awkwardly, adjusted the three-inch waistband and reshuffled his large ballsac as he had seen Kirk do. He reached down to put his briefs in the paper bag and Kirk said, "Hang on, buddy. Lemme help you" and he reached over and untwisted one of the leg straps that ran along the side of Skye's muscled buttock. The touch sent a spark flying through Skye, but again he kept himself under control.

"C'mon, guys!" yelled one of the wrestlers. You just gonna stand there in your jocks all day? Coach wants us out there now!" Laughing, the guys started to file out. Kirk quickly pulled on his socks and wrestling shoes, and noticed that Skye reached in his bag again. "I think they also put shoes your size in your locker. Get 'em and let's go."

Skye, stunned, reached in and grabbed a pair of wrestling sneakers, the newest he'd ever had. Embarrassingly, he felt a slight tear starting to form in one eye at this generosity and abundance, but he mastered himself and just pulled them on.

"Ready?" he said. And they headed to the wrestling room.
 

diego501

Horny as fuck all the time
Gents, this is a story I wrote over the past 18 months. I posted it on lpsg.com and have had a ton of positive responses. It's quite long but the readers appreciated it. It's mostly about "bromance" or at least bro relationships. There is some sexual-oriented content, but there are no graphic, explicit scenes (I have other stories that do that). Again, it's more about being on a college wrestling team and some of the relationships that evolve.
I'll post the first chapter here. Let me know if I should continue.
(Needless to say, it involves jockstraps quite a good deal.)
I may say that I have an advanced degree in English and am considered a very strong writer. Feedback appreciated.




Ch 1:

Skye stood outside the men's lockerroom at the University of South Dakota, a large paper grocery bag with a rolled top gripped in his hand. His 6 foot framed was dressed in a plain T-shirt and a pair of faded blue shorts, with dirty sneakers. He betrayed no sign of the nervousness he felt creeping up his spine and onto the back of his head. He knew he was about to take a big step, though one he had always hoped for. At eighteen, he was about to enter the world of college athletics, specifically wrestling, and he knew his life would be different.

Dark-haired and gray-eyed, with a firm jaw line and a cultivated serenity in his stoic face, he was, despite his stillness, someone that people noticed. His muscular build, earned from competing on his Reservation's high school wrestling team in increasing weight classes, caught people's eye, but there was some other, ineffable quality that made passersby stop their conversations momentarily to look over at him.

He was waiting for Kirk, the wrestling team member and senior who was to be his mentor this freshman year. As he stood like a statue, a 6'3" brown-haired student, easily 230 pounds and with an open, trusting face, approached him.

"Skye?" he asked.

Yes."

"I'm Kirk. I'm your mentor on the team this year. Good to see you."

"Thank you."

Kirk waited an almost imperceptible moment, expecting the standard reply of "You too" but he somehow knew that Skye's reticence did not work that way, so he continued: "Come on in, man. I'll show you your locker and get you settled. You doing okay here on campus?'

"Yes, thank you," said Skye. Again, silence.

Kirk led him to a row of lockers. The room was starting to fill up with college-aged guys, laughing and joking, a couple of them already stripping off their shirts to change for practice. It was easy to tell the class years of most of the guys. The freshmen still looked like high school students for the most part, and the senior were grown men, muscles proudly on display, even among the lighter weight classes. Indeed, one of the lessons Skye had learned on his Reservation team was that wrestling affirmed a guy's value, regardless of size; as long as he had muscle and worked hard, he could be a mere 110 lbs and still be respected.

Kirk stopped in front of a shiny locker. "We just had the locker room redone here. I heard some rich alum did it since the state wouldn't spring for it."

"Uh huh," replied Skye.

He gripped his paper bag and sat on the bench, looking at locker 217.

"Mine is right here," said Kirk. "Tell me about your wrestling background."

"I wrestled for the reservation not far from here for four years. I would have competed in the regular state high school championships, but they didn't allow us to participate."

"That sucks," said Kirk. "What was that about?"

"I don't know," answered Skye, looking Kirk in the eye.

"Yeah, well," stammered Kirk, "I hope you'll have a good experience here, man. It's a great group of guys. I think Coach told me you wrestle in the 190 lb class?

"That's right."

"Well, we'd better get changed for practice. Don't wanna be late the first day."

Skye glanced around the room, his stoic face showing nothing, but he did notice half the guys naked in the process of changing. He opened his bag and pulled out a ratty towel, which he wrapped around his waist. He reached under the towel and pulled off his gym shorts.

Kirk stopped in his tracks and looked at him. "Um... what's the deal with the towel?"

"What do you mean?" asked Skye. A slight tone of defensiveness crept into his voice.

"I mean... can't you just change by taking your clothes off? We all do that. No one's that shy here, and it's part of the team... plus, it's just normal."

Skye hesitated. In a low voice he said, "Sorry. Our school didn't have a locker room so we had to change in the hall. I just got used to it." He reached in the bag and pulled out a pair of dingy gray wrestling shorts and a worn t-shirt. He again reached under the towel to pull on his shorts, but his habit betrayed him and the towel fell, revealing plain Hanes white briefs, though clearly well worn and graying. The waistband was stretched as were the leg holes. Skye reached quickly to pull on the towel, but Kirk, seizing the opportunity, grabbed his hand. The next moment he felt Skye's iron grip on his own wrist, and he let go.

"Sorry, buddy. It was instinct. I just don't think you need to worry about that here."

"Let me worry about whatever I want to," said Skye.

Kirk looked at him, and his eyes melted Skye's frostiness a bit.

"Hey, I'm sorry, Kirk. At my school we kept our distance." The slight conflict had made him forget for a moment that he was standing there in his briefs, wrestling shorts in his hand. He reached again for the towel, but Kirk said, "Dude, just change. No one gives a shit what you look like or what you're wearing."

Skye hesitated and looked around, astonished to see the nudity comfort level of the other guys, tugging their cocks and loosening their balls like all guys did in a locker room.

Kirk could see he was out of his element, and he asked, "So how did you guys change at your school?"

"We just found a place in the hall and used the towels like I did. It's just habit. They didn't want the girls to see us."

"Oh, yeah, I suppose that's true.... Hey wait a sec... does that mean you never saw guys naked in school?"

"Nope. Never."

"Wow. Weird."

"Well, it is a different culture." Skye looked around again and his surprise registered on his normally placid face.

"Well," said, Kirk, "no need to worry about that here like I said. Just shuck off your stuff and get your practice gear.'

Reassured a little, Skye pulled on the wrestling shorts over his briefs.

"Hang on a second, bud," said Kirk." You're not gonna wrestled in gym shorts with tighty whities underneath, are ya?"

"Sure. That's what I always did." He paused, then dropped his voice feeling he could trust Kirk. "Though to be honest, it was a drag. This is the only pair of underwear I've got."

Kirk's eyebrows rose."The only pair? You mean... for any thing? Don't you have a pair in your dorm for going to class or whatever?"

Skye's silence told him all.

"Wow..." Kirk whistled. "So then, every night you had to wash it..."

"Yeah. My grandma washed ‘em every night, along with my other clothes for school. I used to get grief about wearing the same clothes every day, but I wasn't the only one. We were poor. Dirt poor."

"So then," resumed Kirk, "you were gonna wrestle in those old shorts and that ratty T-shirt."

"It's all I got," said Skye.

"No, it isn't," said Kirk. " I guess they didn't tell you. The school provides everything you need, from practice shirt and shorts, practice singlets, jockstrap, everything..."

"Jockstrap?"

"Yeah, jockstr... wait a sec... do you mean to tell me you don't know what a jockstrap is?"

"No."

Kirk sat stunned for a moment, but then remembered his courtesy.

"Oh, well, okay... um.. so here's mine." He pulled out a white athletic supporter from his locker. "I wear this for practice and matches. Keeps my balls in place, you know. Pretty important in wrestling." He leaned in conspiratorially. "Some guys go commando, which is obvious at matches, but not me, man. I want my balls protected as best they can be."

Skye said nothing. He looked at the jock.

With practiced, swift movements, Kirk pulled off his shirt, yanked down his jeans, revealing blue boxer-briefs, which he then also yanked down and before Skye knew it, his mentor was standing naked next to him.

"See?" said Kirk, "it's just no big deal. You're gonna have to get over it, man. Lemme show you how to put on a jockstrap." He opened the waistband wide and stepped into it, pulling it up fully, then bending his legs to adjust his balls in the pouch and running his fingers down the leg straps. Skye's eyes widened just a bit. He had seen some Native gear resembling this in ceremonies, but he had never in his life seen an athletic supporter on a muscled guy a foot away. He became aware that Kirk was talking to him:

"So, you gotta adjust your nuts and get ‘em settled, see? Then you can pull on tight shorts for practice"--he held up a pair of maroon stretchy shorts-- "or regular loose gym shorts. I like the wrestling shorts.” He pulled those up and they clung to his pouched cock and balls tightly. He readjusted and grinned. "See?"

"Yeah, I see," said Skye. "But I don't have one of those." He took a moment to look around and sure enough, a number of guys were adjusting their balls in their jockstraps and a few were pulling up wrestling shorts without anything underneath. The normal lockerroom banter continued, including a couple of guys who shot their supporters like rubber bands at their buds, just to harass them and have a laugh.

"Like I said, though," continued Kirk, "The school provides 'em. Look in your locker."

Skye opened his locker and saw a plastic box a few inches square. Kirk looked in and said, "Yeah, that's it. It's new, in a box. Grab it."

Skye took out the box from his locker and snapped it open. He removed the strap from the box and shook it out. The pure white straps almost gleamed.

"Ok, buddy, time to man up," grinned Kirk. "Lose the briefs."

Because he had plenty of Reservation toughness, Skye was surprised by his shyness in this circumstance. But he couldn't lose face, so he reached inside his briefs waist band and slowly pushed them to his ankles and stepped out of them. It was the first time in his life he had been naked in front of another guy.

"There... not so hard, was it? .... I mean..." At that point Kirk glanced at Skye's penis, as any guy would. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed.

"What?" said Skye, almost panicked.

"Oh, sorry, man.... it's just that... well, sure don't know what you were all shy about. That's the biggest fuckin dick I've ever seen…low hangers too…. and I've been in locker rooms for years. You must be super proud.'

Skye blushed. He had no idea about other guys' penis size, assuming his was the norm.

"Do you always talk about penis size to other guys?" he responded, trying to sound tough.

"Um.. well... actually yeah, now that you mention it. I mean, we joke about dicks all the time here in the locker room. Didn't you? Oh wait... sorry... you said you didn't have a locker room."

"That's right."

"Well, that just surprises me. I mean, as you can see, the guys here strip and do all kinds of stupid shit with their dicks: twirl 'em around, yank on 'em in some other guy's face, tuggin’ their balls... it's pretty normal lockerroom stuff."

"I see," said Sky passively.

" I mean..." Kirk laughed..."Brian over there gets a fuckin hard-on every time he hits the showers! He has for four years! He finally just gave up trying to hide it. When the guys razz him, which they still do, he just says, 'Yup. The fucker's got a mind of its own.'"

Skye allowed a smile to form on his lips. "I get it."

"Well," said Kirk "don't just stand there jock in hand, buddy. Pull it on and let's get to practice. That is, if you think you can fit your junk in the pouch!" He playfully punched Skye in the arm. The freshman had an impulse to punch Kirk in the face as a response, but he instantly realized Kirk’s gesture was just in fun. His experience did not include this kind of horsing around, but he was quickly picking up that it was the norm, given the behavior he observed in the locker room.

He pulled up the athletic supporter slightly awkwardly, adjusted the three-inch waistband and reshuffled his large ballsac as he had seen Kirk do. He reached down to put his briefs in the paper bag and Kirk said, "Hang on, buddy. Lemme help you" and he reached over and untwisted one of the leg straps that ran along the side of Skye's muscled buttock. The touch sent a spark flying through Skye, but again he kept himself under control.

"C'mon, guys!" yelled one of the wrestlers. You just gonna stand there in your jocks all day? Coach wants us out there now!" Laughing, the guys started to file out. Kirk quickly pulled on his socks and wrestling shoes, and noticed that Skye reached in his bag again. "I think they also put shoes your size in your locker. Get 'em and let's go."

Skye, stunned, reached in and grabbed a pair of wrestling sneakers, the newest he'd ever had. Embarrassingly, he felt a slight tear starting to form in one eye at this generosity and abundance, but he mastered himself and just pulled them on.

"Ready?" he said. And they headed to the wrestling room.
And then..? Lol
 

ibz1492

Jockstrap Fan
Gents, this is a story I wrote over the past 18 months. I posted it on lpsg.com and have had a ton of positive responses. It's quite long but the readers appreciated it. It's mostly about "bromance" or at least bro relationships. There is some sexual-oriented content, but there are no graphic, explicit scenes (I have other stories that do that). Again, it's more about being on a college wrestling team and some of the relationships that evolve.
I'll post the first chapter here. Let me know if I should continue.
(Needless to say, it involves jockstraps quite a good deal.)
I may say that I have an advanced degree in English and am considered a very strong writer. Feedback appreciated.




Ch 1:

Skye stood outside the men's lockerroom at the University of South Dakota, a large paper grocery bag with a rolled top gripped in his hand. His 6 foot framed was dressed in a plain T-shirt and a pair of faded blue shorts, with dirty sneakers. He betrayed no sign of the nervousness he felt creeping up his spine and onto the back of his head. He knew he was about to take a big step, though one he had always hoped for. At eighteen, he was about to enter the world of college athletics, specifically wrestling, and he knew his life would be different.

Dark-haired and gray-eyed, with a firm jaw line and a cultivated serenity in his stoic face, he was, despite his stillness, someone that people noticed. His muscular build, earned from competing on his Reservation's high school wrestling team in increasing weight classes, caught people's eye, but there was some other, ineffable quality that made passersby stop their conversations momentarily to look over at him.

He was waiting for Kirk, the wrestling team member and senior who was to be his mentor this freshman year. As he stood like a statue, a 6'3" brown-haired student, easily 230 pounds and with an open, trusting face, approached him.

"Skye?" he asked.

Yes."

"I'm Kirk. I'm your mentor on the team this year. Good to see you."

"Thank you."

Kirk waited an almost imperceptible moment, expecting the standard reply of "You too" but he somehow knew that Skye's reticence did not work that way, so he continued: "Come on in, man. I'll show you your locker and get you settled. You doing okay here on campus?'

"Yes, thank you," said Skye. Again, silence.

Kirk led him to a row of lockers. The room was starting to fill up with college-aged guys, laughing and joking, a couple of them already stripping off their shirts to change for practice. It was easy to tell the class years of most of the guys. The freshmen still looked like high school students for the most part, and the senior were grown men, muscles proudly on display, even among the lighter weight classes. Indeed, one of the lessons Skye had learned on his Reservation team was that wrestling affirmed a guy's value, regardless of size; as long as he had muscle and worked hard, he could be a mere 110 lbs and still be respected.

Kirk stopped in front of a shiny locker. "We just had the locker room redone here. I heard some rich alum did it since the state wouldn't spring for it."

"Uh huh," replied Skye.

He gripped his paper bag and sat on the bench, looking at locker 217.

"Mine is right here," said Kirk. "Tell me about your wrestling background."

"I wrestled for the reservation not far from here for four years. I would have competed in the regular state high school championships, but they didn't allow us to participate."

"That sucks," said Kirk. "What was that about?"

"I don't know," answered Skye, looking Kirk in the eye.

"Yeah, well," stammered Kirk, "I hope you'll have a good experience here, man. It's a great group of guys. I think Coach told me you wrestle in the 190 lb class?

"That's right."

"Well, we'd better get changed for practice. Don't wanna be late the first day."

Skye glanced around the room, his stoic face showing nothing, but he did notice half the guys naked in the process of changing. He opened his bag and pulled out a ratty towel, which he wrapped around his waist. He reached under the towel and pulled off his gym shorts.

Kirk stopped in his tracks and looked at him. "Um... what's the deal with the towel?"

"What do you mean?" asked Skye. A slight tone of defensiveness crept into his voice.

"I mean... can't you just change by taking your clothes off? We all do that. No one's that shy here, and it's part of the team... plus, it's just normal."

Skye hesitated. In a low voice he said, "Sorry. Our school didn't have a locker room so we had to change in the hall. I just got used to it." He reached in the bag and pulled out a pair of dingy gray wrestling shorts and a worn t-shirt. He again reached under the towel to pull on his shorts, but his habit betrayed him and the towel fell, revealing plain Hanes white briefs, though clearly well worn and graying. The waistband was stretched as were the leg holes. Skye reached quickly to pull on the towel, but Kirk, seizing the opportunity, grabbed his hand. The next moment he felt Skye's iron grip on his own wrist, and he let go.

"Sorry, buddy. It was instinct. I just don't think you need to worry about that here."

"Let me worry about whatever I want to," said Skye.

Kirk looked at him, and his eyes melted Skye's frostiness a bit.

"Hey, I'm sorry, Kirk. At my school we kept our distance." The slight conflict had made him forget for a moment that he was standing there in his briefs, wrestling shorts in his hand. He reached again for the towel, but Kirk said, "Dude, just change. No one gives a shit what you look like or what you're wearing."

Skye hesitated and looked around, astonished to see the nudity comfort level of the other guys, tugging their cocks and loosening their balls like all guys did in a locker room.

Kirk could see he was out of his element, and he asked, "So how did you guys change at your school?"

"We just found a place in the hall and used the towels like I did. It's just habit. They didn't want the girls to see us."

"Oh, yeah, I suppose that's true.... Hey wait a sec... does that mean you never saw guys naked in school?"

"Nope. Never."

"Wow. Weird."

"Well, it is a different culture." Skye looked around again and his surprise registered on his normally placid face.

"Well," said, Kirk, "no need to worry about that here like I said. Just shuck off your stuff and get your practice gear.'

Reassured a little, Skye pulled on the wrestling shorts over his briefs.

"Hang on a second, bud," said Kirk." You're not gonna wrestled in gym shorts with tighty whities underneath, are ya?"

"Sure. That's what I always did." He paused, then dropped his voice feeling he could trust Kirk. "Though to be honest, it was a drag. This is the only pair of underwear I've got."

Kirk's eyebrows rose."The only pair? You mean... for any thing? Don't you have a pair in your dorm for going to class or whatever?"

Skye's silence told him all.

"Wow..." Kirk whistled. "So then, every night you had to wash it..."

"Yeah. My grandma washed ‘em every night, along with my other clothes for school. I used to get grief about wearing the same clothes every day, but I wasn't the only one. We were poor. Dirt poor."

"So then," resumed Kirk, "you were gonna wrestle in those old shorts and that ratty T-shirt."

"It's all I got," said Skye.

"No, it isn't," said Kirk. " I guess they didn't tell you. The school provides everything you need, from practice shirt and shorts, practice singlets, jockstrap, everything..."

"Jockstrap?"

"Yeah, jockstr... wait a sec... do you mean to tell me you don't know what a jockstrap is?"

"No."

Kirk sat stunned for a moment, but then remembered his courtesy.

"Oh, well, okay... um.. so here's mine." He pulled out a white athletic supporter from his locker. "I wear this for practice and matches. Keeps my balls in place, you know. Pretty important in wrestling." He leaned in conspiratorially. "Some guys go commando, which is obvious at matches, but not me, man. I want my balls protected as best they can be."

Skye said nothing. He looked at the jock.

With practiced, swift movements, Kirk pulled off his shirt, yanked down his jeans, revealing blue boxer-briefs, which he then also yanked down and before Skye knew it, his mentor was standing naked next to him.

"See?" said Kirk, "it's just no big deal. You're gonna have to get over it, man. Lemme show you how to put on a jockstrap." He opened the waistband wide and stepped into it, pulling it up fully, then bending his legs to adjust his balls in the pouch and running his fingers down the leg straps. Skye's eyes widened just a bit. He had seen some Native gear resembling this in ceremonies, but he had never in his life seen an athletic supporter on a muscled guy a foot away. He became aware that Kirk was talking to him:

"So, you gotta adjust your nuts and get ‘em settled, see? Then you can pull on tight shorts for practice"--he held up a pair of maroon stretchy shorts-- "or regular loose gym shorts. I like the wrestling shorts.” He pulled those up and they clung to his pouched cock and balls tightly. He readjusted and grinned. "See?"

"Yeah, I see," said Skye. "But I don't have one of those." He took a moment to look around and sure enough, a number of guys were adjusting their balls in their jockstraps and a few were pulling up wrestling shorts without anything underneath. The normal lockerroom banter continued, including a couple of guys who shot their supporters like rubber bands at their buds, just to harass them and have a laugh.

"Like I said, though," continued Kirk, "The school provides 'em. Look in your locker."

Skye opened his locker and saw a plastic box a few inches square. Kirk looked in and said, "Yeah, that's it. It's new, in a box. Grab it."

Skye took out the box from his locker and snapped it open. He removed the strap from the box and shook it out. The pure white straps almost gleamed.

"Ok, buddy, time to man up," grinned Kirk. "Lose the briefs."

Because he had plenty of Reservation toughness, Skye was surprised by his shyness in this circumstance. But he couldn't lose face, so he reached inside his briefs waist band and slowly pushed them to his ankles and stepped out of them. It was the first time in his life he had been naked in front of another guy.

"There... not so hard, was it? .... I mean..." At that point Kirk glanced at Skye's penis, as any guy would. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed.

"What?" said Skye, almost panicked.

"Oh, sorry, man.... it's just that... well, sure don't know what you were all shy about. That's the biggest fuckin dick I've ever seen…low hangers too…. and I've been in locker rooms for years. You must be super proud.'

Skye blushed. He had no idea about other guys' penis size, assuming his was the norm.

"Do you always talk about penis size to other guys?" he responded, trying to sound tough.

"Um.. well... actually yeah, now that you mention it. I mean, we joke about dicks all the time here in the locker room. Didn't you? Oh wait... sorry... you said you didn't have a locker room."

"That's right."

"Well, that just surprises me. I mean, as you can see, the guys here strip and do all kinds of stupid shit with their dicks: twirl 'em around, yank on 'em in some other guy's face, tuggin’ their balls... it's pretty normal lockerroom stuff."

"I see," said Sky passively.

" I mean..." Kirk laughed..."Brian over there gets a fuckin hard-on every time he hits the showers! He has for four years! He finally just gave up trying to hide it. When the guys razz him, which they still do, he just says, 'Yup. The fucker's got a mind of its own.'"

Skye allowed a smile to form on his lips. "I get it."

"Well," said Kirk "don't just stand there jock in hand, buddy. Pull it on and let's get to practice. That is, if you think you can fit your junk in the pouch!" He playfully punched Skye in the arm. The freshman had an impulse to punch Kirk in the face as a response, but he instantly realized Kirk’s gesture was just in fun. His experience did not include this kind of horsing around, but he was quickly picking up that it was the norm, given the behavior he observed in the locker room.

He pulled up the athletic supporter slightly awkwardly, adjusted the three-inch waistband and reshuffled his large ballsac as he had seen Kirk do. He reached down to put his briefs in the paper bag and Kirk said, "Hang on, buddy. Lemme help you" and he reached over and untwisted one of the leg straps that ran along the side of Skye's muscled buttock. The touch sent a spark flying through Skye, but again he kept himself under control.

"C'mon, guys!" yelled one of the wrestlers. You just gonna stand there in your jocks all day? Coach wants us out there now!" Laughing, the guys started to file out. Kirk quickly pulled on his socks and wrestling shoes, and noticed that Skye reached in his bag again. "I think they also put shoes your size in your locker. Get 'em and let's go."

Skye, stunned, reached in and grabbed a pair of wrestling sneakers, the newest he'd ever had. Embarrassingly, he felt a slight tear starting to form in one eye at this generosity and abundance, but he mastered himself and just pulled them on.

"Ready?" he said. And they headed to the wrestling room.
This is a nice start to what I hope will keep my cock as hard as it is right now. The pouch of my strap is pushed to the side and my junk is on display as I lie on the sofa, hard as steel. And I probably am going to shoot a load as soon as I finish typing this brief message... I can't wait for the next chapter....
 

billTO

Jockstrap Fan
Hey, Opinionman, this view of two clashing cultures meeting each other is fascinating."Stoic" reminds me of a great book I read recently about the American settlers and their tortured conflicts with the Comanches (Empire of the Summer Moon,k S. C. Gwynne). I look forward to your future instalments.
 

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
This is a nice start to what I hope will keep my cock as hard as it is right now. The pouch of my strap is pushed to the side and my junk is on display as I lie on the sofa, hard as steel. And I probably am going to shoot a load as soon as I finish typing this brief message... I can't wait for the next chapter....
I'm glad this is your response. In fairness, I should tell you that this story isn't really pornographic, and it's only barely erotic. It's more about a college freshman learning how to begin the world with a bunch of SUPPORTIVE college dudes. There's also an element of an absent father that the other guys help the main character with. Nuff said.
 

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
Hey, Opinionman, this view of two clashing cultures meeting each other is fascinating."Stoic" reminds me of a great book I read recently about the American settlers and their tortured conflicts with the Comanches (Empire of the Summer Moon,k S. C. Gwynne). I look forward to your future instalments.
I know of this book but have not read it.
 

ibz1492

Jockstrap Fan
I'm glad this is your response. In fairness, I should tell you that this story isn't really pornographic, and it's only barely erotic. It's more about a college freshman learning how to begin the world with a bunch of SUPPORTIVE college dudes. There's also an element of an absent father that the other guys help the main character with. Nuff said.
Perception is Reality. One can call a story by any adjective, and the reader of the story perceives it as his reality. I look forward to Chapter Two, whatever title you wish to give it.
 

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
[from Ch. 1):

“C’mon, guys!" yelled one of the wrestlers. You just gonna stand there in your jocks all day? Coach wants us out there now!" Laughing, the guys started to file out. Kirk quickly pulled on his socks and wrestling shoes, and noticed that Skye reached in his bag again. "I think they also put shoes your size in your locker. Get 'em and let's go."

Skye, stunned, reached in and grabbed a pair of wrestling sneakers, the newest he'd ever had. Embarrassingly, he felt a slight tear starting to form in one eye at this generosity and abundance, but he mastered himself and just pulled them on.

“Ready?" said Kirk. And they headed to the wrestling room.

Ch 2: Post-practice

Two hours later, the gray metal door to the men's locker room creaked open and allowed an influx of about 25 wrestlers. The first practice of the season invariably caught them off guard; even the ones who worked on their fitness were never quite able to keep up with the demands of Coach, and knowing that this was just the beginning inspired one half of them and exhausted the other half.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
Ch 3

He stood there in his white jockstrap, gazing into space as his mind took him down paths of images, rather like the trances he'd heard that his ancestors experienced, as recounted by older men on the Rez.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Skye said nothing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
Ch 4: First shower

With so much to keep in mind, Skye had momentarily forgotten about Kirk's comment when they'd undressed before practice, but as he walked toward the shower, slightly shy but determined at this point to face his discomfort head on by walking naked, he heard the locus of the hooting shift from the shower room itself to his direction, like a radar pinpointing its target.

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

"Whoa!" called out a guy from the steamy recesses of the room. Skye could not tell who it was, though he did not think it one of the three guys he'd just been chatting with. "Hoooooooly FUUUUUCK! I thought I was the biggest dude on the team, but now I don't think so." Half a score of wresters turned at this, but the only turning Skye did was turning a shade of reddish brown as they stared at his genitals. "Part bull, I have to say," continued the voice. "Congrats, man! I hope lots of girls get to enjoy that, if they haven't already."

As time stopped yet again and at that moment the billowing steam clouds seemed to rise up to give a clear view, Skye saw the showering athletes looking at his body in the most natural way possible: just athletes assessing another guy's body as all men do. Skye himself mirrored their actions and looked around at the cocks and balls of his teammates. As might be expected, there was a huge variety. Some little stubby penises poked out of nests of hair, with tight, high testicles. Others seemed very slender as they swayed with the motion of the shower scrubbing. Some looked like thick slabs of meat atop low hanging fruit. Many, not unexpectedly, were just average flaccid cocks draped over average-sized balls. A couple of guys did stand out, however. It was clear to Skye that the guy who'd called out to him was standing three shower heads away. His massively thick cock and overly generous balls easily pinpointed him as the biggest cock man on the team... but then Skye understood. Even though this fellow's equipment was impressive, it wasn't up to the standards that life had gifted Skye between his own legs. Having told Kirk he'd never seen another guy naked, Skye was getting an instant education. His penis, even in its flaccid state, was as thick as a wrist, and the corona of the head offered a notable ridge, almost like a model version of some cliff with an overhang. His own balls--the testicles he'd had to house in his one pair of briefs for several years--hung at least a quarter of the way down his thighs and if he even turned his head, his balls swayed as if in a breeze.

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

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

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

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

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
Ch 5: Shower goof-offs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Man, you're slicker than your mom when I'm inside her," ranted Carter. "Admit it, Greg, ya douchebag, you know I'm right."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" repeated Skye.

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

"Yeah?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Skye looked at him, speechless, glistening eyes.

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


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

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
Ch 6: The Dining Hall

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

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

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

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

“Yep, right here in my bag.”

“Okay then follow me.”

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

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

Skye took a tray from the stack and looked down the serving line. While he had enough food growing up, he had never escaped the sense of food insecurity that permeated so much of life on the Rez. Now, he was faced with a cornucopia of dishes. Mediocre not, he was stunned at the variety.

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

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

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

“Well, take as much as you want, buddy,” said Brad. “Although, if you’re like the rest of us, you’ll get hungry again about 10:00 tonight, and that’s what the Quick Check is for…. Late night snacks.” Skye smiled, but this comment raised the hackles of fear; he didn’t have any money for buying food.

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

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

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
Ch 7a The Dorm

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey, bro! I'm Charlie. Nice to meetcha and welcome to our very own Buckingham palace." He gestured grandly around the small room. Skye did not get the reference, but he smiled, stuck out his hand and said, in a quiet voice, "Hey. I'm Skye."
"Skye just had his first practice with us," said Kirk, " and I'm his mentor, making sure he's got everything he needs." That last statement instantly brought back Kirk's generosity with his boxer briefs in the locker room, and Skye became aware of how they hugged his skin and cradled his balls.

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

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

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

Skye: "It's your room."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
Ch 7b

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

“Who’s that?” asked Skye, stunned.

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

“Empathize?”

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

More yelling could be discerned from the hall bathroom:

“Dude! Is there an open head?” called Chris. “I gotta shower quick and get to Beth’s dorm before she changes her mind.”

“Well, my dick head is open, if that’s of any help,” came the response.

“Ha ha, asshole. I’m comin’ in.”

Take it easy, bro! Have you forgotten that there are three fuckin’ shower heads here? Come on in. There’s space. Besides, if you’re dainty, I’m almost done. 30 more seconds won’t make any difference. It’s not like you’re actually gonna get laid anyway. We’ve all seen this picture before.”

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

“No problem. I’ll be happy to eat my words if she’ll eat your cum!”

“Fucker.”

“Whatever.”

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

Charlie turned to Skye: “Wanna do your good deed for today? Let’s help the poor guy out and pick up his clothes.” Charlie unceremoniously yanked down his silkies, and Skye saw a nice looking big-headed penis and a respectable set of balls. Charlie gave his own actions no attention whatsoever, merely remarking, “Let’s get it done.”

Skye walked to the end of the hall and picked up Chris’s jockstrap and shorts while Charlie grabbed the other gear. He opened the door to Chris’s room and tossed his clothes on his bed.

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

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

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

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

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


“Dude! I’d help you out. I can’t go on this date without clean underwear. I’ve heard she’s super picky, and I can’t go wearing stretched out grimy briefs or whatever.”

“Chris, if you ever listened, you’d know I don’t own any underwear. I go commando when I go out and, as you should know, I spend almost all my time here nude, so I can’t help you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Man,” laughed Charlie, “that guy’s a pain in the ass…though it’s hard to not like him. Can’t wait till he comes back tonight with his tales of woe cuz he didn’t score.” And with that, he turned himself off like a light switch and buried his face in his book. Skye learned over the coming days that Charlie did this regularly and didn’t mean it to be personal.
 

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
Ch 8: Adjusting to a roommate

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well, you were kinda groaning pretty loud. You're sure you're okay?"

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

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

A silence ensued.

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

"Dude, every guy on this hall, in this dorm, on this campus, is horny as fuck ALL THE TIME. It's no wonder we jizz in the night half the time. We're a brotherhood. We gotta stick together. Or at least stick to ourselves!" Realizing a moment later that he'd made a kind of joke, he chuckled.

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

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

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

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

"It's embarrassing, man."

"Fuck that. Just tell me, dude."

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

Another silence fell, broken after a moment by Charlie.

"So how did Kirk find that out?"

"He saw I only had this paper bag, and then he saw me wrap a towel around my waist as I pulled off my regular shorts…”
“Ah, yes. The infamous ‘towel dance’. Go one.”

“He saw me about to pull on the team’s wrestling shorts over my briefs, and I didn't wanna tell him, but I did, and he showed me that the school supplied jockstraps and I would wear that instead. Then at the end of practice, he gave me this pair of unworn boxer briefs, and now they've got fuckin’ cum all over the front."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
Ch 9a Nocturnal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Designed what?" responded one of the others.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
CH 9b: Cleaning the boxer briefs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Startin’ my fourth year on varsity, buddy. Dunno what I'm gonna do after I graduate this year."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
Ch 10:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
Ch 11: The Bookstore

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

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

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

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

"But..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
Ch. 12: The Bookstore and the Locker room.

Skye had had plenty of misfortunes in his young life, the result of circumstance: the Rez, his absent father, shameful poverty. So he was unaccustomed to good things happening in sequence, but the paycheck and the boxerbriefs had apparently set up some momentum, for his meeting with the Financial Aid Officer consisted of a short conversation in which the Officer informed him that the University was increasing the size of Skye's grant, reducing any debt he might accrue to almost nothing. The truth was, Skye's mind was on the boxer briefs rolled up and jammed in his pockets, and so he barely processed the good news... except for the key line, "So this will mean your education will be less expensive. Good news, Skye!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Got a job, dude!"

"Great!" exclaimed Kirk. "Where?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
CH 13

Skye felt embarrassed that he had forgotten he was wearing two pairs of underwear and ashamed he had snapped at his mentor. He could only hope Kirk didn't hold a grudge. It certainly didn't seem like him, but then, they hardly knew each other.

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You STOLE them?! Why??"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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