Native American's College Wrestling Experience

[Opinionman]

Ch 14 Locker room apology

Kirk's friendliness was a huge relief to Skye. The wet dream was apparently no big deal--in fact, it seemed at this college almost nothing between the guys was a big deal, and that alone made Skye grateful.

He and Kirk went to their lockers, kicked off their shoes and socks stripped off their sweaty shirts and dropped their sweat-soaked shorts on the bench. Both took a quick stretch in their jocks, which were also soaking wet with sweat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

What's this about?" asked Skye.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 15: Second Shower

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nope.”

 

[diego501]

Loving the story so far. Thanks for all of the updates today!

 

[ibz1492]

I'm gonna re-post Ch's 2-4 and maybe a few more if y'all are interested.

the most realistic storyline of any that I have read.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 16: Back at the dorm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Charlie lay on his bed, naked, of course, his economics book over his face, breathing quietly, completely asleep. Kirk grunted a little chuckle. "Typical," he said. "But of course, he's hardly the first guy to lie naked on his dorm bed. Think we should wake him?"

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

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

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

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

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

Skye just smirked and massaged his toes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yep. Guaranteed results courtesy of my old man. In fact,..." He gestured to the iron frame at the head of Skye's bed, over which were draped the boxer briefs. Skye reached for them but Kirk said with a shy smile. “Whyntcha hang on to ‘em till they’re totally dry.”

“Oh yeah… of course…” answered Skye, “and again I’m sorry about the…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Astonished at his insight, Skye just nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 17: A walk and a football game

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

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

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

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

“Hey, Skye,” said his mentor. “I forgot to ask if you wanted me to go with you to the bank tomorrow to open your account with that paycheck.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

A second father, bearded, athletic, and somewhat burly answered, “Well, I guess I can see that, but know what else I can see? The guy’s straps. Does he want the entire country to see his jock?”
A third dad, also big and muscled said, “ Frankly, I doubt he cares. I mean, did you care when they started doing interviews in the guys’ locker room? No one seemed to give a shit if some reporter, even a woman, had shoved a mic in some players face while his teammates stripped down to shower behind the woman. It’s a different era, man.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 18:Tell-tale signs in the morning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Guess not.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 19: Work, the bank.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, sir,” said Skye.

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 20: Locker room

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 21. Shower games

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 22: Locker room shower rituals.

Randy, the quiet fellow who had detected the built-in humor of “smooth-ass ass” was standing at the entrance to the showers. Skye just happened to look up as Randy went through a curious ritual. First, he tousled his own hair, flipping it 2 so the water droplets flew. Then, he placed his open palms at his clavicle and ran them down his exquisitely muscled stomach, removing water like a squeegee. He crossed his arms, putting his hands on the rib cage opposite and “squeegeed “ again, flipping the water away with a flick of his hand. He ran a hand down each opposite arm and even reached back to wipe off his back as best he could. Next, he reached under his ballsac and flipped it up so his cock and balls smacked his abs and also sent water droplets flying. He did this to his balls three or four times. Finally, he ran both palms down each leg.

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

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

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

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

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

“You mean my post-shower routine?”

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah. Got it,” said Skye. “Thanks.”

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 23: Briefs in the dorm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not to me,” said Charlie, mysteriously.

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

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

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

“Maybe.”

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


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

“Whaddya say?”

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

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

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

“…eight pairs, right?” interrupted Skye.

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

Skye smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nice booty,” said Charlie. “Get it?”

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 24 Overnight

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 25 Innuendo

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


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


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


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





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After showering, they returned to the room to get dressed. Skye pulled on a pair of the white briefs that he’d won from Chris and pulled on the new pair. He surprised himself by remarking aloud, “Hey, these feel pretty good. I’d kinda forgotten since I’ve been wearing boxer briefs all week.”

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

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

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

Skye’s blushing mechanism went into overdrive. He was speechless.

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

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

 

[diego501]

And then? Lol can’t wait until the next night lol. Will they jack off in the open with their new found bond and not have to worry about holding back so the other won’t hear?

 

[diego501]

Will there be a circle jerk in the shower room? In college I ran the “clothing optional dorm room.” I always had to disclose if someone new came over that there may or may not be naked people on the other side of the door, they may or may not be fucking and I may or may not know who they were. They may be watching tv, getting dressed after getting out of a shower, jacking off on the furniture or simply doing their homework in the nude. Lol memories

 

[Opinionman]

And then? Lol can’t wait until the next night lol. Will they jack off in the open with their new found bond and not have to worry about holding back so the other won’t hear?

Who knows?

 

[diego501]

Who knows?

Wait. Is that the last of the installments?

 

[Opinionman]

Wait. Is that the last of the installments?

Not by a long shot, bro. There are 99 chapters!
I got a lot of goof feedback when I posted them at lpsg.com, so I thought I'd share them here. There is an arc to the story that hopefully makes it compelling.

 

[diego501]

Not by a long shot, bro. There are 99 chapters!
I got a lot of goof feedback when I posted them at lpsg.com, so I thought I'd share them here. There is an arc to the story that hopefully makes it compelling.

Wooo. I feel so much better! Lol Sorry for interrupting. I just felt like the kid in the never ending story lol

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 26 University Store

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

“Good morning, Skye.”

“Good morning, Mr. Williams.”

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

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

“Skye?” he said.

“Yes, sir?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He just barged in in his underwear?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch. 27. Kirk at the store

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

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

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

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

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

“Wow. You actually kept track of that?”

“Mentor.”

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 28: More Shower-nanigans…

Skye arrived at his locker and noted that Kirk wasn’t there. He had a kind of mild “Surprise” he wanted to show his mentor, so he delayed getting undressed, instead, investigating his locker, stretching, slowly untying his shoes… He was getting a little impatient when, like a ghost, Kirk appeared next to him and started the combo on his lock.
“Hey, Skye. Did you finish your job okay or did they find out you’re a big-dicked perv and fire you?” This was almost, but not quite, a slap in the face, even though Skye knew he was just messing with him. He ignored it and took off his shirt and undid his pants zipper and pulled them off. As he had hoped, Mr. Observant Kirk noticed that Skye was wearing blindingly white briefs, like the ones he had had the first day only straight out of the package. Skye did his best imitation of Kirk’s smile, though it was nowhere as effective as the original.

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

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

“A bet? What the fuck?”

“Yep. You know Chris across the hall?”

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

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

“Well, whatever works,” replied Kirk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Grab your body wash and…

Shampoo his hair
Soap his back
Wash from his headDown to his crack!”


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

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


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

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 29. Back in the dorm room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But…?” offered Charlie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch. 30 Books at the bookstorE

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

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

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

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

“Yessir, right here in my pocket.”

“And the required book lists?”

“Yessir.”

“Okay, then. Let’s get to work.”

The morning passed quickly and at 11:30 Mr. Williams said, “Ok, grab your book list and your vouchers… oh, and one of those baskets. The textbooks are downstairs.” They headed down to the lower level where Skye just stared at the endless rows of textbooks of all kinds. They had had a small library on the Rez, but nothing like this.

“Um… I don’t even know where to start, Mr. Williams.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mr. Williams chuckled. “See you Wednesday.”

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

“Ready to go?”

“I got these books.”

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

“Yeah but what…?”

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

“Gotta go to the bank first, remember?”

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