Opinionman
Jockstrap Fan
Ch 75: Now what?
Sitting on the bench, Skye found himself returning to the incident in the bathroom. How could the exact same situation have happened to another boy? Yet the proof was incontrovertible. It just seemed like a set-up, and for a few moments, Skye followed the rabbit-hole idea of some nefarious gang that was spying on him and arranging for mind-blowing situations like this to occur, all in order to… do what, exactly?… disrupt his education? Ruin his chances on the wrestling team? Take him down for racist reasons?
That last idea shook him out of his musing. “What a fuckin’ idiot! You honestly think some group of criminals is targeting you? Yeah, right.” He let loose a snort of contempt and tried to retrieve himself for history class. He succeeded in regrouping and heading off to his course, and while in history he managed to concentrate as well as could be expected, still, at the end of the lecture, he sat, unmoving, in his seat, as he replayed for the hundredth time the image of the guy at the urinal next to him pulling off his own condom, tying it, and then reaching over as nonchalantly as you please to pull off Skye’s while the wrestler simply stood there. Skye did not like to think of himself as someone who froze in a crisis, but he felt he had at that point. Not that it was a real crisis; he’d been part of far worse situations. Nonetheless, he resolved to be more active and flexible in the future, given that, apparently, the unexpected was to be expected from now on.
For a moment, he couldn’t decide whether he should seek out his roommate and mentor at lunch, still feeling like it might be a pleasant experience of power for him to delay telling them and hence keep them on the edges of their respective seats. However, given how supportive they’d been, he finally decided it would be unfair not to inform them as soon as may be, so he headed to lunch.
In the dining hall, he grabbed a tray and loaded it with food and hurried into the main hall. Luck was with him; both guys were at a table, looking, to him, as if they were a committee awaiting a report. He hastened over.
“Hey, Skye! C’mon, sit down and tell us,” said Charlie. “How’d it go?”
“Well,” began Skye slowly, even before putting his tray on the table. “I didn’t need it after all. Nothing happened.”
Both guys looked surprised… then skeptical. “Wait a second,” said Kirk. “Are you telling me after all that, your dick behaved itself? I don’t believe you.”
Skye was not a good liar so he grinned. “Nah, you’re right. I’m just messin’ with you. Truth is, she wasn’t there for, like, most of the class. She was late for some reason she explained to the professor, and then, wouldn’t ya know, she came to my table.”
“Here it comes,” smirked Charlie.
“Literally,” said Kirk.
“Fuck you,” said Skye cheerily. “But yeah, turns out our strategy was necessary. She and I said, like, two things in Spanish and my dick just erupted. I had to throw a pencil on the floor to pick it up in order to hide my face while I shot my load.”
“But right into the condom, right?” asked Kirk anxiously.
“Yep,” responded Skye, who couldn’t contain his grin. “Just like we planned. It was still fuckin’ embarrassing, but at least I didn’t jizz all over my pants. I gotta hand it to you.”
“You’re not gonna hand it to me!” exclaimed Charlie. “I don’t want your jizz-filled condom, bro!”
“Ha ha, asshole,” answered Skye. “But even if you wanna make it literal, I couldn’t hand it to you… although now that you mention it, that would have been an awesome prank, you jerkoff!” He punched Charlie in the arm.
“So why couldn’t you hand it to me?” asked Charlie. Skye couldn’t tell if he was serious.
“Because, numb nuts,”interrupted Kirk, “he got rid of it, duh. Right, Skye? I mean, why would you hold on to it?”
“I wouldn’t,” said Skye, “but I didn’t exactly get rid of it.”
“What?”
“Well, I mean I didn’t get rid of it. Another guy did!”
“What the FUCK?!” gaped Kirk. “Another guy??”
“You guys aren’t gonna believe this.” He told them quickly about standing at the urinal and the other student who came in with the exact same situation and who, quick as a rabbit, helped Skye remove and discard his condom.
Both Charlie and Kirk were engrossed by this tale, sitting with elbows on the table, leaning forward. When Skye had finished, Charlie leaned back and said, “Well, I’m fucked. That’s the most unbelievable thing I ever heard. You sure you didn’t dream it?”
“Don’t believe me? Wanna make a bet? Wanna go back to the language building and see if you can find both condoms in the trash? If you do that and you don’t find them, I’ll follow your example and stay naked in the dorm for a month.” Skye was pleased with his smart-alec tone.
“Oh sure. That sounds like a great idea!” smirked Charlie. “No thanks. Still, though… Kirk, have you ever had a coincidence like that?”
Kirk was looking thoughtfully into space, not nearly as reactive as Charlie. The latter’s question knocked him out of his reverie. “Well, it’s maybe not as much a coincidence as you think. I may know why it happened."
“What??” asked both of the other boys simultaneously.
“Yup… well, you remember my telling you, Skye, that I had similar problems when I was a freshman?”
“Yeah, though you said I had it worse.”
“You do… but whatever the level of ‘worseness,’ I wasn’t the only one who had uncontrollable jizz-ruptions as a freshman. Know who else did? David, from the team. He and I had pretty similar experiences. So when I mentioned to him that I knew of a kid on the team who was Mr. Cum Volcano all the time for this one girl, turns out he had already seen you double jocked and figured it out. So he and I… what’s the word, Charlie?.. ya know…. Talked together about the same experiences…”
“You commiserated, dork.”
“Right. We commiserated and that’s when he told me he had a similar problem with his mentoree! It’s just that that kid isn’t on the team, so you don’t know him. Now, I realize that Charlie here is Mr. Sherlock Holmes, but if I could play that for a second, I’d say that the odds are that David told this other guy about our strategy, since his situation was almost the same as yours, and that it really was just chance that you guys were in the same bathroom at the same time.”
“Wow,” said Charlie. “Truth is, if there’s a real rational reason for two dudes to be condomed up as a prevention, the actual meeting of them in a bathroom isn’t all that odd, is it? So maybe this is just a quirky coincidence—shall we call it a “quirkincidence”?— The other guys tossed a couple of pieces of bread at him to keep him from becoming excessively pedantic, and he continued. “Maybe this isn’t really so bizarre after all.”
Skye was motionless… then he sat back, flabbergasted, in his seat. “So actually, that guy and I do have a kind of connection through Kirk and David. Weird. Fuck, man… it was just so bizarre. You think I’ll ever see that guy again?”
“Why, you wanna compare notes or something?” laughed Kirk.
“No, but… well, actually, it might not be so bad to…. What was it?… commiserate with another dude whose dick runs his life.”
“Um, that’d mean you’d have to commiserate with every fuckin’ guy here, man. You can’t swing a cat in this dining hall without hitting a guy who’s a slave to his dick. I thought we’d established that all of us are run by our horniness. Just the way things are…”
Silence descended for a time, and Skye found himself a little relieved and even managed a laugh out of contemplating the situation. “Man, this makes a good story… but then who the hell do you tell?”
“I dunno, Skye, but I’ll tell you something,” said Kirk. “I’ll make… oh what the fuck do they call that on tv cop shows?… ‘discreet inquiries’?…”
“Bravo,” muttered Charlie under his breath.
“I’ll ask David how things went for his mentoree and see what he tells me. We’ll see if his dude said anything, then I’ll let you know.”
“Yeah, that’d be nice. Thanks, man.”
“No problem, buddy.”
“And anyway,” said Charlie, “like I said to Skye the other day: this really isn’t a big problem. Your strategy worked, you saved yourself from embarrassment in front of Maricela…”
“Maria, asshole!” Skye felt his dick start to twitch.
“Whatever. You found out you’re not alone in this affliction, you’re still a cum stud, which is nice, and you didn’t even have to take care of your very first cum-filled condom. You had a guy do it for you, like some kind of British Lord. Finally, you have everyone’s imprimatur… that’s “approval” for those of you who don’t speak English…for beating off at bedtime and in the morning…”
“Like any of us need approval for that,” murmured Kirk.
“… or at least on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I don’t see the problem here.”
Looked at from that viewpoint, the situation was considerably less dire and indeed, contained some comic elements that Skye was just now realizing.
“Ok, dudes. I’m gonna stuff this food down and do some more studying before practice. I’ll see you then, Kirk.” He rose from the table.
“Ok, man. Way to be a super nerd.”
Another piece of bread flew out of Skye’s hand and somehow landed inside Kirk’s t-shirt. Skye laughed.
Sitting on the bench, Skye found himself returning to the incident in the bathroom. How could the exact same situation have happened to another boy? Yet the proof was incontrovertible. It just seemed like a set-up, and for a few moments, Skye followed the rabbit-hole idea of some nefarious gang that was spying on him and arranging for mind-blowing situations like this to occur, all in order to… do what, exactly?… disrupt his education? Ruin his chances on the wrestling team? Take him down for racist reasons?
That last idea shook him out of his musing. “What a fuckin’ idiot! You honestly think some group of criminals is targeting you? Yeah, right.” He let loose a snort of contempt and tried to retrieve himself for history class. He succeeded in regrouping and heading off to his course, and while in history he managed to concentrate as well as could be expected, still, at the end of the lecture, he sat, unmoving, in his seat, as he replayed for the hundredth time the image of the guy at the urinal next to him pulling off his own condom, tying it, and then reaching over as nonchalantly as you please to pull off Skye’s while the wrestler simply stood there. Skye did not like to think of himself as someone who froze in a crisis, but he felt he had at that point. Not that it was a real crisis; he’d been part of far worse situations. Nonetheless, he resolved to be more active and flexible in the future, given that, apparently, the unexpected was to be expected from now on.
For a moment, he couldn’t decide whether he should seek out his roommate and mentor at lunch, still feeling like it might be a pleasant experience of power for him to delay telling them and hence keep them on the edges of their respective seats. However, given how supportive they’d been, he finally decided it would be unfair not to inform them as soon as may be, so he headed to lunch.
In the dining hall, he grabbed a tray and loaded it with food and hurried into the main hall. Luck was with him; both guys were at a table, looking, to him, as if they were a committee awaiting a report. He hastened over.
“Hey, Skye! C’mon, sit down and tell us,” said Charlie. “How’d it go?”
“Well,” began Skye slowly, even before putting his tray on the table. “I didn’t need it after all. Nothing happened.”
Both guys looked surprised… then skeptical. “Wait a second,” said Kirk. “Are you telling me after all that, your dick behaved itself? I don’t believe you.”
Skye was not a good liar so he grinned. “Nah, you’re right. I’m just messin’ with you. Truth is, she wasn’t there for, like, most of the class. She was late for some reason she explained to the professor, and then, wouldn’t ya know, she came to my table.”
“Here it comes,” smirked Charlie.
“Literally,” said Kirk.
“Fuck you,” said Skye cheerily. “But yeah, turns out our strategy was necessary. She and I said, like, two things in Spanish and my dick just erupted. I had to throw a pencil on the floor to pick it up in order to hide my face while I shot my load.”
“But right into the condom, right?” asked Kirk anxiously.
“Yep,” responded Skye, who couldn’t contain his grin. “Just like we planned. It was still fuckin’ embarrassing, but at least I didn’t jizz all over my pants. I gotta hand it to you.”
“You’re not gonna hand it to me!” exclaimed Charlie. “I don’t want your jizz-filled condom, bro!”
“Ha ha, asshole,” answered Skye. “But even if you wanna make it literal, I couldn’t hand it to you… although now that you mention it, that would have been an awesome prank, you jerkoff!” He punched Charlie in the arm.
“So why couldn’t you hand it to me?” asked Charlie. Skye couldn’t tell if he was serious.
“Because, numb nuts,”interrupted Kirk, “he got rid of it, duh. Right, Skye? I mean, why would you hold on to it?”
“I wouldn’t,” said Skye, “but I didn’t exactly get rid of it.”
“What?”
“Well, I mean I didn’t get rid of it. Another guy did!”
“What the FUCK?!” gaped Kirk. “Another guy??”
“You guys aren’t gonna believe this.” He told them quickly about standing at the urinal and the other student who came in with the exact same situation and who, quick as a rabbit, helped Skye remove and discard his condom.
Both Charlie and Kirk were engrossed by this tale, sitting with elbows on the table, leaning forward. When Skye had finished, Charlie leaned back and said, “Well, I’m fucked. That’s the most unbelievable thing I ever heard. You sure you didn’t dream it?”
“Don’t believe me? Wanna make a bet? Wanna go back to the language building and see if you can find both condoms in the trash? If you do that and you don’t find them, I’ll follow your example and stay naked in the dorm for a month.” Skye was pleased with his smart-alec tone.
“Oh sure. That sounds like a great idea!” smirked Charlie. “No thanks. Still, though… Kirk, have you ever had a coincidence like that?”
Kirk was looking thoughtfully into space, not nearly as reactive as Charlie. The latter’s question knocked him out of his reverie. “Well, it’s maybe not as much a coincidence as you think. I may know why it happened."
“What??” asked both of the other boys simultaneously.
“Yup… well, you remember my telling you, Skye, that I had similar problems when I was a freshman?”
“Yeah, though you said I had it worse.”
“You do… but whatever the level of ‘worseness,’ I wasn’t the only one who had uncontrollable jizz-ruptions as a freshman. Know who else did? David, from the team. He and I had pretty similar experiences. So when I mentioned to him that I knew of a kid on the team who was Mr. Cum Volcano all the time for this one girl, turns out he had already seen you double jocked and figured it out. So he and I… what’s the word, Charlie?.. ya know…. Talked together about the same experiences…”
“You commiserated, dork.”
“Right. We commiserated and that’s when he told me he had a similar problem with his mentoree! It’s just that that kid isn’t on the team, so you don’t know him. Now, I realize that Charlie here is Mr. Sherlock Holmes, but if I could play that for a second, I’d say that the odds are that David told this other guy about our strategy, since his situation was almost the same as yours, and that it really was just chance that you guys were in the same bathroom at the same time.”
“Wow,” said Charlie. “Truth is, if there’s a real rational reason for two dudes to be condomed up as a prevention, the actual meeting of them in a bathroom isn’t all that odd, is it? So maybe this is just a quirky coincidence—shall we call it a “quirkincidence”?— The other guys tossed a couple of pieces of bread at him to keep him from becoming excessively pedantic, and he continued. “Maybe this isn’t really so bizarre after all.”
Skye was motionless… then he sat back, flabbergasted, in his seat. “So actually, that guy and I do have a kind of connection through Kirk and David. Weird. Fuck, man… it was just so bizarre. You think I’ll ever see that guy again?”
“Why, you wanna compare notes or something?” laughed Kirk.
“No, but… well, actually, it might not be so bad to…. What was it?… commiserate with another dude whose dick runs his life.”
“Um, that’d mean you’d have to commiserate with every fuckin’ guy here, man. You can’t swing a cat in this dining hall without hitting a guy who’s a slave to his dick. I thought we’d established that all of us are run by our horniness. Just the way things are…”
Silence descended for a time, and Skye found himself a little relieved and even managed a laugh out of contemplating the situation. “Man, this makes a good story… but then who the hell do you tell?”
“I dunno, Skye, but I’ll tell you something,” said Kirk. “I’ll make… oh what the fuck do they call that on tv cop shows?… ‘discreet inquiries’?…”
“Bravo,” muttered Charlie under his breath.
“I’ll ask David how things went for his mentoree and see what he tells me. We’ll see if his dude said anything, then I’ll let you know.”
“Yeah, that’d be nice. Thanks, man.”
“No problem, buddy.”
“And anyway,” said Charlie, “like I said to Skye the other day: this really isn’t a big problem. Your strategy worked, you saved yourself from embarrassment in front of Maricela…”
“Maria, asshole!” Skye felt his dick start to twitch.
“Whatever. You found out you’re not alone in this affliction, you’re still a cum stud, which is nice, and you didn’t even have to take care of your very first cum-filled condom. You had a guy do it for you, like some kind of British Lord. Finally, you have everyone’s imprimatur… that’s “approval” for those of you who don’t speak English…for beating off at bedtime and in the morning…”
“Like any of us need approval for that,” murmured Kirk.
“… or at least on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I don’t see the problem here.”
Looked at from that viewpoint, the situation was considerably less dire and indeed, contained some comic elements that Skye was just now realizing.
“Ok, dudes. I’m gonna stuff this food down and do some more studying before practice. I’ll see you then, Kirk.” He rose from the table.
“Ok, man. Way to be a super nerd.”
Another piece of bread flew out of Skye’s hand and somehow landed inside Kirk’s t-shirt. Skye laughed.