Native American's College Wrestling Experience

[Opinionman]

Ch. 31 The Mall

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

“Nice wheels,” he muttered.

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

“Sure.”

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you want me to do?”

“Just follow my lead.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Skye repeated the unfamiliar term: “Spank bank.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch. 32 Bob’s

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, what?”

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

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

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

“Yep.”

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


“Nope. Not for me.”

“Then why…?”

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


Skye sat in silence, contemplating the power of guys.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 33. A roomie in borrowed clothes?

Skye returned to his dorm room, hoping that Charlie would be there, which he was, in his customary state of undress.

“Hey, man. I went to get some clothes with Kirk. Wanna see?”

“Sure, dude.”

Skye tossed his purchases on the bed and pulled off his shorts to pull on the jeans. Charlie watched with mild interest, but Skye was so excited to have some new clothes that he didn’t notice. He pulled off his shirt and pulled up the jeans and fastened them.]

“There. It’s almost like being a regular student! You should try it.”

“I can see you’re happy. That’s cool.”

“Yeah, it’s nice to have something I bought with money I earned. Oh man, I gotta go take a piss.” He left the room and went down the hall.

When he returned, he was stunned to see Charlie wearing the other pair of his new jeans.

“What the fuck, man?”

“Hey! You said I should ‘try it’! So I did.”

“Yeah but… did you at least put on underwear?”

“Underwear? Me?”

“Aw fuck, man, you tried on my jeans commando?”

“Oh get over it. It’s not like you haven’t brushed up against a hundred dicks in the bathroom and showers over the last week. I’ve only had ‘em on for a second, anyway. Just wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”

Skye had to admit to himself that Charlie had a point; he’d bumped into plenty of cocks that past week, so his roomie having his cock and balls brushing against the material for a minute was hardly a big deal. Charlie unbuttoned the jeans and pulled them off. Skye noticed his roommate’s dick was chubbing out a little.

“Huh,” said Charlie, “well, will ya look at that? Maybe I should try on clothes more often.”

Skye just smirked and grabbed the jeans and put the rest of his clothes away in a drawer. He thought he might savor the feeling of having unworn clothes in his drawers and maybe not wear them that night but start out on a Sunday morning in his new duds.

He went to the dining hall and then to play more pool with a couple of the guys. Again, having the lacrosse player stand behind him and reach around to guide his cue was a situation that Skye had never encountered until the pool lesson the other day. He put aside his reaction for later.

That evening, he jumped into bed, naked as now had become his custom. He fell asleep happier than he had been in ages.

That happiness was altered somewhat in his dream. Very vividly, he was back in the Macy’s changing rooms with Kirk, but this time, the sales clerk was much closer to them, and he made no attempt at discretion but rather stared at the guys’ crotches with tiger-like intensity. Skye looked from the clerk to his mentor and back and forth. For a long moment the clerk gazed at Skye’s jeans zipper, making no movement. Skye could feel himself flushing with heat and experiencing a profound punch to the gut, but exciting rather than painful.

He struggled in the dream, unsure about what to do, and to his relief, he woke up, thrashing. He immediately noted his erection and thought, “Oh, fuck, Not again.” But his anxiety was groundless. He may have had a hard-on that was leaking like crazy, but at least he hadn’t had a wet dream again.

In the next moment, he knew he had no control over the situation and reached down, taking the shaft of his erection in his right hand and cupping his balls with his left. Within a couple of minutes of frantic stroking and some serious ball-tugging, made more difficult by his perhaps misplaced desire to keep quiet, he ejaculated copiously on his muscled chest and abs. He managed a grunt and a few exhalations, hoping all the while that Charlie was asleep. He wasn’t sure what to do with all the jizz on his stomach, but then he remembered that, like most college guys, he couldn’t be bothered to actually put his clothes away, so there was a sock on the floor by the bed. He grabbed it and wiped up the cum and then, not wanting to leave it on the ground as a giveaway, he tucked it under his pillow. Charlie stirred in his sleep and emitted a groan, but did not wake…seemingly.

Startled at the dream, Skye tried to reproduce it and see if it led naturally to an interpretation, but as usual, once he’d shot his load he could barely keep his eyes open. He’d heard that this was true of other guys and it seemed to piss off their girlfriends: blow and go wasn’t maybe the most rewarding sex life for a woman, but hey, guys are guys.





[YOU HAVE NOW REACHED THE ONE-THIRD MARK IN THIS STORY]

 

[diego501]

Ch 33. A roomie in borrowed clothes?

Skye returned to his dorm room, hoping that Charlie would be there, which he was, in his customary state of undress.

“Hey, man. I went to get some clothes with Kirk. Wanna see?”

“Sure, dude.”

Skye tossed his purchases on the bed and pulled off his shorts to pull on the jeans. Charlie watched with mild interest, but Skye was so excited to have some new clothes that he didn’t notice. He pulled off his shirt and pulled up the jeans and fastened them.]

“There. It’s almost like being a regular student! You should try it.”

“I can see you’re happy. That’s cool.”

“Yeah, it’s nice to have something I bought with money I earned. Oh man, I gotta go take a piss.” He left the room and went down the hall.

When he returned, he was stunned to see Charlie wearing the other pair of his new jeans.

“What the fuck, man?”

“Hey! You said I should ‘try it’! So I did.”

“Yeah but… did you at least put on underwear?”

“Underwear? Me?”

“Aw fuck, man, you tried on my jeans commando?”

“Oh get over it. It’s not like you haven’t brushed up against a hundred dicks in the bathroom and showers over the last week. I’ve only had ‘em on for a second, anyway. Just wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”

Skye had to admit to himself that Charlie had a point; he’d bumped into plenty of cocks that past week, so his roomie having his cock and balls brushing against the material for a minute was hardly a big deal. Charlie unbuttoned the jeans and pulled them off. Skye noticed his roommate’s dick was chubbing out a little.

“Huh,” said Charlie, “well, will ya look at that? Maybe I should try on clothes more often.”

Skye just smirked and grabbed the jeans and put the rest of his clothes away in a drawer. He thought he might savor the feeling of having unworn clothes in his drawers and maybe not wear them that night but start out on a Sunday morning in his new duds.

He went to the dining hall and then to play more pool with a couple of the guys. Again, having the lacrosse player stand behind him and reach around to guide his cue was a situation that Skye had never encountered until the pool lesson the other day. He put aside his reaction for later.

That evening, he jumped into bed, naked as now had become his custom. He fell asleep happier than he had been in ages.

That happiness was altered somewhat in his dream. Very vividly, he was back in the Macy’s changing rooms with Kirk, but this time, the sales clerk was much closer to them, and he made no attempt at discretion but rather stared at the guys’ crotches with tiger-like intensity. Skye looked from the clerk to his mentor and back and forth. For a long moment the clerk gazed at Skye’s jeans zipper, making no movement. Skye could feel himself flushing with heat and experiencing a profound punch to the gut, but exciting rather than painful.

He struggled in the dream, unsure about what to do, and to his relief, he woke up, thrashing. He immediately noted his erection and thought, “Oh, fuck, Not again.” But his anxiety was groundless. He may have had a hard-on that was leaking like crazy, but at least he hadn’t had a wet dream again.

In the next moment, he knew he had no control over the situation and reached down, taking the shaft of his erection in his right hand and cupping his balls with his left. Within a couple of minutes of frantic stroking and some serious ball-tugging, made more difficult by his perhaps misplaced desire to keep quiet, he ejaculated copiously on his muscled chest and abs. He managed a grunt and a few exhalations, hoping all the while that Charlie was asleep. He wasn’t sure what to do with all the jizz on his stomach, but then he remembered that, like most college guys, he couldn’t be bothered to actually put his clothes away, so there was a sock on the floor by the bed. He grabbed it and wiped up the cum and then, not wanting to leave it on the ground as a giveaway, he tucked it under his pillow. Charlie stirred in his sleep and emitted a groan, but did not wake…seemingly.

Startled at the dream, Skye tried to reproduce it and see if it led naturally to an interpretation, but as usual, once he’d shot his load he could barely keep his eyes open. He’d heard that this was true of other guys and it seemed to piss off their girlfriends: blow and go wasn’t maybe the most rewarding sex life for a woman, but hey, guys are guys.





[YOU HAVE NOW REACHED THE ONE-THIRD MARK IN THIS STORY]

I look forward to the rest of this one and you said you did have others right?

 

[Opinionman]

I look forward to the rest of this one and you said you did have others right?

I do have other stories which are considerably more pornographic.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch. 34: Studies

Next morning, Skye didn’t remember his dream, but he felt two emotions vying inside him: one was a feeling of contentment and belonging that was new to him and (had he known it) was partly due to having jacked off the night before; the other was a feeling of nerves or even dread. Skye had, of course, had many moments of conflict and tension in his life; life on the Rez was never easy. But there, at least, he had known the culture, known the worldview. Here, he was confronted with an opponent that no mere muscles could master, no tricky wrestling maneuver clinch: books.

He sat at his dorm desk after breakfast and stared at the four books in a pile: Basic Writing Skills, Pre-Algebra for College Freshmen, A History of America,¡Avancemos! Four courses, four arenas where, unlike the wrestling mat, he would be entering a world with little confidence. He had been so entranced with the recruiting coach who had spoken to him at high school matches, and smitten with the vision of actually attending college on a wrestling “scholarship,” that he hadn’t ever actually taken the time to consider the realities of academics.

Still, he was no delicate flower. He knew determination could travel countless miles once experience had stopped at the side of the road. He pulled the first book towards him: writing. Gingerly, he opened it up and read a few pages at random. He had always figured that writing would be just like speaking, and the few writing assignments he had had in high school had received high grades… but it suddenly struck him that perhaps the teachers on the Rez were more interested in making their students’ performances look good for the purposes of obtaining more money for the school than actually assessing their work accurately. Slightly sickened at the thought that he might be woefully unprepared—even more than he had occasionally imagined— he flipped through the book and looked at some of the samples.

A wave of relief swept through him like a gentle wind. These extracts didn’t look that tough. He certainly understood them and, though only on the edge of his consciousness, he even detected that there might be strategies here just like the ones he used in wrestling. He continued reading.

A quarter of an hour later, having lost track of time, Skye looked up somewhat comforted by the fact that he felt he could manage the writing work. But other demons awaited him in the pile. He pulled the math text book to him just when Charlie walked in, naked as always.

“Oh, hey, man,” said Charlie. “Hittin’ the books before classes start tomorrow, huh?” Charlie tugged absently at his dick.

Skye turned and glanced at his roomie. Without realizing it, he indulged the habit that appeared to be universal among guys, especially athletes. When confronted with a naked guy, he now knew that every guy let his eyes drop to the other dude’s cock and balls; it just happened. Skye did it now for a moment, but of course Charlie either didn’t notice or he didn’t care. He tugged his cock again.

“What courses are you taking?” asked Charlie.

Slightly embarrassed, Skye stammered out, “Oh just some basic stuff. Nothing like that Econ textbook you had propped up the other day… ya know…”

“On my hard dick, you mean?” Charlie laughed. “So convenient, man. You should try it,” he continued with a grin. He was perceptive enough, however, to sense Skye’s discomfort and so said, “Well, don’t forget I’m a sophomore, so I’ve got a year on you. Maybe next year you’ll get into Econ or whatever.”

“Doubt it. That stuffs hard as fuck, isn’t it?”

“Can be. But it just takes work, and a good professor makes a big difference.”

“Yeah. It’s just that…” Again, as seemed to be happening a lot lately, tears started to produce a thin shimmering surface on his eyes.

Slightly taken aback, Charlie nonetheless kept his cool, as always. “You’ll be okay, dude. Honestly. I’m guessing maybe you don’t feel all that ready. More than ordinary start-of-semester jitters, right? Is it because… well…”

“Because the high school I went to sucked, man. It SUUUUCKED. We had lame-ass teachers and a lot of kids who didn’t care that much. So I guess these books kind of…”

A loud, insistent series of raps at the door interrupted them. Without waiting, Chris from across the hall flung open the door and strode into the room in what were obviously new tighty whities.

“Sup, suckahs?”he squawked. “You’ll never guess what happened last night!” He continued tugging at his pouch-enclosed nuts.

“You got laid?” said Skye and Charlie simultaneously. The timing made them laugh.

“Duh!” He smirked. “And I’m gonna go out on a limb”—here he grabbed his dick as it it were a limb—“and say that neither of you did!”

“Well, I didn’t,” admitted Charlie with no hint of insufficiency. “Skye here, tho….” He stopped suddenly—so suddenly that Skye knew instantly that Charlie had heard him beating off and wiping himself off with that sock. But he couldn’t do anything about that now.

“Cool, man,” muttered Skye. “Gettin’ to be a regular thing with you and her now.”

“Fuck yeah!” crowed Chris. “But I mean, can ya blame her? I mean… look at me.” He posed comically, an exaggerated model at a muscle tournament. And indeed, there was a lot to admire in his sculpted abs, and striated arm and leg muscles. Both roomies noticed as well that the mere act of posing, which took all of a half-second, had had an effect on Chris’s penis, which started to stretch his pouch.

“Well, will ya look at that!?” said Chris, proud as a peacock.

“Chris,” asked Charlie, “is it possible you’re the horniest fucker on this hallway, or even in the whole dorm?”

“Could very well be, man. And I don’t mind telling you, and Mr. Underwear Expert here, that these tighty whites are kinda gettin’ me goin’ too. Did I tell you that she…?”

Unbelievably, Skye and Charlie answered in unison again! “Gets off on white briefs?”

Again laughter. “Yeah, you told us,” said Charlie. It’s pretty fuckin’ clear from your description.”

Skye ventured, “So did you get enough replacement pairs?”

“Well, I got this one and a couple of others, but I swear to God if she insists that I rip the fly open when we fuck, I’m gonna start charging her. She’s so horny she’d probably pay.”

“You two sound like a good match,” said Charlie. “But if you got laid, why are those…?”

“Still in one piece?” finished Chris. “Good eye, Sherlock. It’s because I varied it a little in an effort to hang on to a pair intact, so I just did what we all do when we’re beating off in our underwear, I snapped the waistband under my balls and fucked that way. She didn’t even notice, I think.”

“Well whaddya know? We were just talking about economics and here you are being Mr. Economical. Way to be grown-up, man.”

“There’s only one thing growing and up in this room,” responded Chris, and he pointed to his erection, which had crept up the side of his briefs where it demanded the attention of all three of the guys in the room. There was a momentary pause as they contemplated the erection that had intruded itself in their conversation. A moment later, Charlie coughed and said, “Um, you wanna take care of that?”

“Thought you’d never ask!” cried out Chris, and he tucked his thumbs into his waistband.

“Not here, asshole!” smirked Charlie in mock protest. “Go beat off in your own room. Skye and I are the only ones allowed to beat off here.” This made Skye certain that Charlie knew about the night before, but of course almost immediately he recalled the conversation with his roommate about being open, and he found himself not all that concerned.

“I was only jokin’! I may be a stud that can come like 8 times a day, but I gotta save this for my babe. She probably wants it right now. I should call her…” and suddenly absent-minded, he uncharacteristically wandered off to his room.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 35: Study methods and Offers

Charlie and Skye laughed as they shut the door. “Told you he was a fuckwad,” said Charlie, “but remember too that I said he’s hard to dislike.”

“Yeah, he’s all right,” returned Skye. “Weren’t you about to say something when Tighty Whities Man came barging in?”

“I wasn’t,” answered Charlie. “You were. You were talking about how ‘these books…’ but I think I knew where you were headed. You were gonna say that the books all stacked like that were kind of intimidating, yeah?”

“Nailed it,” murmured Skye.

“Listen, dude. You’re a top wrestler, right?”

“Well, in my weight class, I guess.”

“No ‘guess.’ Kirk told me how good you are.”

“He did?” A blanket of warmth wrapped up Skye instantly.

“Yeah, and I’m sure someone has said to you that learning anything, including academics, is like an athletics contest. You train, you believe, and you work, and you win.”

“Actually, no one has said that to me, ever,” said Skye, “but I was thinking that way before you came in.”

An observer might have been struck with the scene presented to him: one naked college guy with a caring look in his eye, and his roommate clothed but entranced by his friend’s efforts to support him. Their eyes locked for a moment.

“Like I said,” continued Charlie, “you can get support from tutors or professors or even your naked roomie… that is if you think you can stand being so close to his dick!” He laughed and grabbed his junk and waggled it absurdly.

The ridiculousness of this gesture broke the serious mood, and Skye grinned. “Ok, man, I’ll keep that in mind.”

“‘Keep it in mind?’ That’s what college admin folks say when they mean they don’t care. You gotta promise me you’ll reach out for help if you need it. And I can tell you, anyone on this fuckin hallway would do the same to help you, if it’s some subject you can’t figure out. And they’ll probably wear clothes if they tutor you… buncha pussies.”

Again, Skye laughed. He raised his hand in a mock-Boys Scouts salute and proclaimed, “I promise to seek help, naked or clothed!”

Charlie laughed but also said, “Seriously, though. I know this’ll sound crazy, but I guaran-fuckin-tee you that if you study naked, you’ll learn better. Promise.”

“Aw, you’re just a pervert trying to get me naked.”

“You wish. Anyway, you try it and see. My own theory about learning naked is that since guys are ALWAYS focused on our dicks, and the dicks have an infinite ability to absorb all that attention, then being naked just gives the information a new access route. Plus, do you know any guys who don’t think with their little head instead of their big?”

“Well, to be honest,” laughed Skye, “I haven’t had conversations like that until last week, where every fucker in this hall or on the team talks about their cocks all the time.”

“My point exactly.”

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 36: Stress management: the weight room

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You finished working out?” asked Philip.

“Yep. Was just gonna leave.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Chapter 37: Weight room locker room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, but then sweaty gear.”

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

“Nah, I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 38 The sauna.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 39 Shower then steam

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch. 40: Post-Steam Showers.

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

They showered and grabbed fresh towels, dried off, and returned to the locker room. Astonishingly, neither erection had subsided so their conversation just carried on with hard cocks swaying. A couple of other men glanced down the aisle to see this but only smiled. Skye, not wanting the inconvenience of a damp towel on the bench, took a few moments to walk back to the large canvas basket on rollers and tossed his towel in with the others. He paused for a further moment to check himself out in the mirror. It was nice to have a mirror where he could see his muscles clearly, and he took no little pride in the notable penis that reached toward the mirror, like some kind of narcissist. He walked back to the locker aisle. Philip’s back was to him as he opened his locker and pulled out a folded t-shirt, a pair of gym shorts, and a jock, and some socks—all clean.

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

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

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

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

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

Skye smiled. “Know what my roommate said?”

“What’s that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 41: Night before Classes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah? So?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, not too much. They just make you look like an 80’s rap star.” Charlie smirked and turned off his reading light and headed toward the door.

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 42: Class Prep

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Skye?”

“Yeah?”

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

A blanket of warmth, like angels' wings, descended on Skye. “Thanks, man.”

“Now go to sleep, ya perv.”

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 43: The Turning Point.

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

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

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

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

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

“You don’t mean Charlie, do you?”

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

“What’s that mean?”

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

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

“ Anyway, I was referring to Ethan as the genius.”

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

“Cool… so you got resources then.”

“ Yeah, I guess so.”

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

“These your clothes?”

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

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

“Yeah! Do you know him?”

“He wrestled for a year.”

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

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

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

They finished dressing, and headed to the mat.

Everything in Skye’s life would change in a flash.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 44: Demonstration.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The next moment, though, his entire world was undone. From depths of his psyche more profound than the deepest abyss, a dark shape shot up. He now saw that he was in the arms of an older man, so to speak, and what else could that trigger but the agony of never having had a father?—no father to hold him when he was little, no father to teach him games or sports, no father to talk to him about girls, no father to horse around with on winter evenings, no father to help him choose clothes that meant he was a man, no father to help him pick out the right jock, shorts and shirt, and, perhaps most importantly, no father to participate in the one thing that meant more than anything to Skye: no father to watch him wrestle.

All this, of course, passed in a twinkling of an eye, but the emotional effect was overwhelming. Tears poured from his eyes without a moment’s notice. This was not the tearing up that sometimes happened when he thought about not having a father; this was a Niagara of grief, tears streaming from his eyes. His heart raced and with no warning but with a good deal of irony, he twisted out of Coach’s hold, taking the older man by surprise. Skye rose and stood, shaking and silent, and without a word, walked slowly at an even pace to the door of the wrestling room and out into the hallway. The team froze. Tears continued to pour forth from their teammate, a cascade of sorrow that seemed to have no end. Partially blind, he somehow made it to the locker room but not even to his own locker. He tucked himself into the end of the first bay he saw and curled up in a fetus position and let loose a cry of despair that echoed off the concrete block walls. Eighteen years of unfulfilled need violently erupted within him. He tried to stop it, as indeed he had tried his entire life, but he might as well have tried to stop a tsunami with a wire screen. A second wail rose from his throat, and he slumped over and wept.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 45 Revival

Those in anguish have an inaccurate perception of time. Skye might have sat there, knees to chest, for hours… or it might have been only a few minutes. Regardless, he felt his tears finally subside. And a sort of uncanny peace settled on him for a few moments. At last he had let out the serpent of grief that he had kept caged for his whole life, though the image of that animal dwelt only on the borders of his consciousness, and it was quickly replaced by a story he had heard from his grandmother, who had herself heard it from a west coast tribe member. In the tale, Raven was pulverized and lying at the bottom of a well, punished for some mischief he had committed. His enemies were convinced that was the end of him, but through some kind of magic, or will power, or both, Raven gathered his feathers and broken bones and knitted them together and rose again to life.

Skye had not thought of this story since he was a little boy, but it presented itself to him now, when he needed it. The image of reconstructing a life fluttered through him like Raven himself, and with it, Skye found some kind of inner power. He sighed, breathed, exhaled, and stood. He was alone in the locker room, a mere 18-year-old in sweaty wrestling clothes, but he felt like a warrior who had confronted and triumphed over a ghost from his past, a victory won by public acknowledgement of its presence, thereby reducing it to impotence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 46. Moving on

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 47: Something's up

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

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

“Cool.”

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

“Wow. Early. Still, early to bed…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Charlie just looked at him.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 48: a talk.

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

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

“Perspicacious?”

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

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

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

“Skye… that breakdown you had in practice…”

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

“Don’t!” exclaimed Skye sharply.

Kirk stared at him.

“Just don’t say any more, okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch. 49: Renewing

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

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

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

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

Again, two hours later, the same scene.

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 50: Class encounter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 51: the Library

Skye had never darkened the door of a library, and certainly had never penetrated into the recesses of a building as awe-inspiring as the campus library. He felt a little intimidated when entering and wasn’t sure where to go, but he glanced around at other students and followed their lead. He ended up in a nice, comfortable reading room, with broad wooden tables and desk chairs as well as stuffed recliners designed, it seemed, for pleasure reading. Skye had not been a big reader in high school, but seeing all these other students engrossed in their books made him think he might change his ways.

He pulled up a chair to the table and took out his beginning Spanish book and a notebook. He looked through the pages near the beginning and recalled the exercises from class. In a moment of satisfaction, he saw the connection between the class’s activities and the grammatical points in the opening chapters, and for a moment, he thought of himself as a real student.

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

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

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

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

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

Skye was startled, “Uh, sure… why?”

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

“Nope. Nothing.”


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

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

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

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

“About what?”

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

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

“Zach. You?”

“Skye.”

“You a wrestler?”

“Yeah. How does everyone know that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh,” was all he could muster.

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

“Uh,” repeated Skye.

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 52: Telegraphing

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

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

“Who??”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Meh. It happens.”

A pause. “Has it happened to you?”

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

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

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

“Yeah!”

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

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

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

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

“No, I meant surprising considering last night.”

“?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And when Kirk came by here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Opinionman]

Ch 53: Practice

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

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

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

“You got a second?”

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

“Well, it’s a little embarrassing.”

“It’s just me, bro.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, in the middle of the night…”

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

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

“You had an erection.”


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

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

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

“Of course.”

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

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

“Yeah. So?”

“So I cleaned up…”

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

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

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

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

“Wow! Seems like a short recharge.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dude, where is this going?”

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

“Oh! Not what I expected.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh?”

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

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

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

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