Kade goes to college

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(Writer's note: This is a continuation of a minor character found towards the end of this story. I don't think it's absolutely vital for you to read it, but if you haven't it would be cool if you did. :p )


Kade schlepped his first load of bags down the hall, looking for his room. He was late in moving in, and most of the other boys he came across seemed to be settled. Some of them had already begun to forge friendships; cliques formed in the hallways and in the common area. Or perhaps, Kade figured, some of them already had known one another. Just because he was a freshman didn't mean they all were.

He tried to not to ogle too much, though there was already a veritable visual feast for him to behold. Mostly, he tried to give off a friendly, silent smile as he proceeded to look for his room. He couldn't help but notice some of these boys, though, clad in basketball shorts, joggers, and sweats. There was the ultra-blonde one, the one he first noticed. The guy was sizzling hot to Kade, with nearly white eyebrows and piercing blue eyes. He'd been wearing what was obviously a former high school football shirt, mostly white with a logo on the front and a team roster printed down the back. The T-shirt was cut to hell and back down the sides, showing off the blonde god's muscular rib cage and waist. The shirt barely connected on the sides, with only about an inch or so on either side holding the shirt together. The boy's muscular arms were on display, as were his reddish nipples for the most part. Kade didn't think the guy was wearing underwear, as he could see what seemed to be a perfect outline of his cock in his red basketball shorts. Kade's dick had tingled in his pants upon seeing that, but he kept his his head down, tried to be inconspicuous.

Another boy, a dark-haired one, had been completely shirtless. His torso was incredibly defined, and covered in a surprising amount of dark hair. He looked mischievous but fun. He was shorter, stockier, a wrestler. His bulge looked decent in the grey joggers he was wearing, but it was his ass that caught Kade's attention the most. His bottoms were stretched taut across a significant bubble butt, and even though Kade figured himself to be more of a bottom, he reckoned he would give all the money in his pocket for a peek at that ass.

Kade knew he wouldn't have to pay anyone to see them naked, because he had toured the dorm a few months prior and knew that the showers were both centrally-located and communal. He was at once excited to share the showers with dozens of other boys, but also nervous about getting hard in them. His high school had remodeled their locker rooms by the time he ever used them, and the showers were private stalls, with curtains. It's not to say he didn't see his fair share of naked or near-naked men, but it wasn't nearly as open as this was going to be. Nervous as it made him, he figured the potential to see a bunch of college boys naked far outweighed any threats that he might get a hardon.

The scene in the hallway was electric to Kade. It was masculine, and he could practically taste the testosterone in the air. College boys were scuttling about, talking, bumping fists, putting on "bro" airs with one another. It was almost like a competition to see who could be bro-ier, and Kade was already living for it. Kade found something to like in every boy he came across. Of course, he was also a horny gay boy who had only experienced one man.

As he maneuvered down the hallway, he did think about that man, if briefly. Ryan had shown him...everything. Kade couldn't help but feel a little bit used, even though that feeling had been subsiding over the past couple of months. Ryan had fucked him a small handful of times; an older man who knew what he was doing and who could teach him. And then...it was over. Ryan didn't want to see him anymore. To be fair, Kade knew that that's not what Ryan meant when he had that fateful discussion with him. But at the same time, Kade knew he was clearly on a different page than Ryan was, and he knew he couldn't bear to continue being with him if they weren't heading for the same goal.

A short series of blinks and a slight head shake snapped Kade out of his reminiscing, and he was soon at his assigned door. He hoisted the bag that was over his shoulder up, preventing it from slipping down his arm as it wanted to do. With that, he turned the handle to his new bedroom, and somewhat clumsily maneuvered his bags into the room. Looking up, he was more than a little surprised at what he saw.

Across the small dorm room stood his roommate, whom he'd yet to meet. Kade had clearly caught him mid-change, and the guy was utterly naked. Kade thought he was cute, in an odd way. He was scruffy, but skinny. He seemed slightly dirty even though he wasn't. His lean torso hosted a strangely-patterned smattering of chest hair, and a slight treasure trail below his belly button that led to a full, untrimmed bush of pubic hair. Dangling from that was a skinny but long, uncut cock that seemed to bounce or jiggle with even the slightest provocation. Behind that dick were two hairy balls, low-hanging and noticeably lopsided.

Everything about his roommate seemed long - his dick, his balls, his legs that seemed to stretch to his chest. But even then, his torso looked long and lean too. The guy smiled, and let out a slight chuckle.

"You must be Kade?" he asked, turning to head to his dresser. Kade observed the guy's ass, small and compact. The ass was cute, though there wasn't much of it, considering his legs were taking up some of that real estate. He dug out a pair of cloth shorts, beginning to step into them. This afforded Kade another view of the roommate's balls, only from behind, through his skinny thighs. The guy turned before he had his shorts up, and his long dick bounced over the waistband as he finally did pull them up. He took a few steps towards Kade, extending his hand for a shake. "Aron, with one A." he said, weirdly charming.

"Nice to meet you, Aron." Kade said, shaking his roommate's hand. The shorts that Aron had put on were light grey, and cotton. They covered no more of him than boxers would, and his long dick seemed to be eternally restless inside them. Kade tried not to stare. He placed his bags down on his as of yet unmade bed; his side of the room barren at this point.

"Almost thought I had the place to myself!" Aron chuckled as he sauntered back over to his bed.

"Yeah, I'm...running late." Kade said, offering a half-smile. The scent of patchouli filled the air, and Aron had a framed Hendrix poster on his wall already. Multiple books were stacked on Aron's dresser, beside the dresser, and a small shelving unit was filled with them as well.

Aron leafed through one of them, lying on his bed. Kade noticed his lean torso led to his "V"; nothing he'd worked for, but which came naturally with his frame. Those grey shorts were slightly saggy, the waistband trying to clamp itself around Aron's small waist. A hint of his new roommate's pubic hair showed itself and beyond that, there was the obvious lump of his dick.

Kade also now noticed that Aron's messy hair was light brown, though the patchy facial hair he sported was red. He wasn't altogether unattractive to Kade, in fact he was kind of cute in his own way. Kade had just hoped for a more athletic roomie, a frat-type. What he got was a studious, hipster/hippie kind of boy. Although, Kade couldn't help but notice that Aron had seemed utterly unflappable about being caught naked. He hadn't blushed, he hadn't rushed to cover himself, he hadn't apologized for it. Not that Kade wanted him to, but at the same time meeting his new college dorm mate while he was buck naked wasn't what Kade expected. He did hope it would set the tone for the room.
 

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The next morning, Kade's eyes creaked open. Lying on his side facing Aron's bed, the first thing his gaze rested on was Aron's cock. Well that's a great way to start the day, he thought.

Aron was seated on the edge of his bed, his skinny, long legs fairly open to Kade's view. His balls dangled down the side of the bed, and his cock did too, just above them. He was barely hard, but it was noticeable. It was enough to allow his reddish head to peek out of his foreskin ever so slightly. Aron cradled his own head in his hands, facing the floor between his opened legs. He rubbed his eyes, trying to come alive for the day. When Kade stirred, he craned his neck upwards to look over at him.

"Mornin'." he said weakly, his voice slightly raspy. He smiled nonetheless, and made no apologies for sitting there naked.

"Mmph. Morning." Kade replied in an equally weak voice. He sat upright as well, though he wasn't naked. He'd slept in his underwear; Calvin Klein briefs in canary yellow. His cock was slightly hard as well, and perhaps noticeable to Aron. He wasn't sure. He wasn't sure if Aron was even looking. Still, he adjusted himself through the dyed-yellow cotton and blinked heavily.

"Well...first day of college!" Aron said, attempting to put a humorous, weighty spin on his words. As Kade chuckled, Aron reached down and unabashedly scratched his own full pubic bush. Of course the motion caused his dick to jiggle. And even though his grey shorts were on the floor at his feet, Aron stood fully upright first, stretching slightly, before bending over to pick them up. Kade could see that Aron's cock was indeed slightly engorged, and he wondered why Aron didn't just bend over for his shorts from his seated position, rather than going through the trouble of standing fully upright first.

Aron's cock flopped wildly as he pulled on his shorts, and even after they were on, it jiggled. It pushed slightly from the inside, still barely hard but still absolutely noticeable in the thin shorts. He smiled a bit as he headed for the door, leaving to hit the bathroom.

Kade sat there in his underwear, daring to rub his cock through them, but only briefly. He looked around for his own shorts, unsure of where he'd left them the night before. Once he spotted them, he stood on slightly wobbly legs and took the few steps over to pick them up. When he had them on, he too left the dorm room to make his way to the showers.

Even though he could hear a few random sounds, the hallways were fairly quiet yet. It was early, and Kade, like Aron had wanted to get a good start on the day. He assumed most of the boys were still sawing logs, and that they'd probably set their alarms for the last possible minute.

His bare feet padded on the low-nap, dingy, grey carpet in the hallway. It looked like it needed to be replaced about three years ago. The dorm Kade was in was old, to be sure, but Kade found a certain charm in it. It was weathered, lived-in, and had stories to tell. Random scuff marks dotted the walls occasionally, and the carpet was fraying in some spots. It was clear the campus cleaning crew had done all they could to make it nice and presentable, but it was also clear that that was probably a Sisyphean task.

Kade rounded the corner into the dingy but expansive locker room. He'd found a locker the night before, and stashed some things in it. And when he did so, he had taken in the sight of the place. It didn't look any better now than it had the night before. The large room was completely utilitarian - all concrete and metal. It was also, like the rest of the dorm, well-used. A certain funk had descended on it, and Kade imagined that no amount of cleaning would rid the room of the scent. It was musky, it was slightly stifling, it was manly...it was erotic. It smelled the way old locker rooms smelled; of sweaty jock straps and even sweatier boys. It smelled of testosterone, of damp concrete and musky balls. It was a scent that was ingrained in the room; a cocktail of intoxicating odors that would be there until the end of time. Kade knew the room had seen so many dicks, and twice as many balls. For a moment, he wished he could physically be the room, spying on so many naked college boys. He wished he could know what the room knew. He wanted the information of decades of nude men that the walls held.

The college was old, this dorm was old, this locker room was old. It knew what men looked like naked in the 1990's. The 80's, the 70's with their full bushes and plain briefs. Years before that, it was a military base and that locker room had seen 1940's cock; dicks of strapping young military men. Kade wondered how many loads had been shot off in this locker room, and how that number exponentially grew if you considered the entire dorm.

Kade shook off his thoughts as he saw Aron across the room. He was naked again, now standing under a running shower head. He leaned slightly back, eyes closed, as he wet his hair, enjoying the sensation of the warm water rushing over his skin. His cock was a bit harder than even before, but Aron seemed to pay it no attention.

As Kade wandered further into the room, a urinal flushed several feet to his right. Looking over, he saw a bleary-eyed boy, clearly half asleep, heading his way. The boy had just got done taking a piss, and was clearly heading back to bed even if for only a short time. Kade smiled politely and the boy gave a slight nod, his brown hair tousled from sleep. He was clad in just a pair of red plaid boxers, the Hanes you get in a multipack at WalMart. His chest was fairly broad, mostly hairless, but Kade's eyes wandered lower, to the slightly puckered open fly of the boy's cheap boxers. Kade couldn't see much except a bit of trimmed pubic hair and maybe a hint of the base of the guy's dick.

Kade dug his towel and shampoo out of the locker he'd picked. The sounds had alerted Aron, who only smiled as Kade approached the wooden bench that sat near the showers. Aron's grey shorts rested on the floor near said bench, as if Aron had simply stepped out of them as he walked for the showers. Or perhaps they slid off his narrow hips on their own.

Kade slipped off his shorts, exposing his bright yellow briefs to Aron once again. Soon enough, he slid those off as well, showing his dick to his roommate. Kade approached the showers, trying not to ogle Aron's cock, which had grown slightly stiffer still. He left a buffer shower head between them, even though he didn't really want to. He just knew protocol.
 

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"So what are you studying?" Aron asked as he soaped up his lean chest and stomach.

"Uh, video production, mostly." Kade said, wetting his hair.

"Nice. You wanna be a director?"

"Um, I don't know really. Maybe, yeah." Kade smiled. "What about you?"

"I don't really know. Gen Eds for now...I wanna do something...artistic." Aron said, his hands slipping down to his crotch. Kade watched as Aron openly and brazenly soaped himself; one hand under his balls, the other on his dick. He slid his foreskin back, exposing his full head to Kade, in order to clean it. That, coupled with the copious soaping, caused Aron's dick to rise even more. By then, he was nearly half hard, and his head was mostly exposed, even after he let go of his foreskin.

The two talked a little, getting to know each other better. Another boy came in to take a piss, more dressed than the last one. He had on grey sweats and a white T-shirt, and was utterly fratbro-ish. Kade couldn't see the guy's dick of course, but the guy had seen his, and Aron's. The urinals were lined along an opposite wall, so all Kade could see was the back of this pissing guy.

Even half hard, Aron's cock wouldn't stay still. Kade had never seen a cock move so much in his life. Of course, he hadn't seen that many cocks to begin with. But still, the length and the thinness of it combined to make an utterly jiggly, floppy, bouncy dick. Kade tried not to notice it, though he did wonder if Aron would even mind. Something about his artistic, hipster-ish roommate was intriguing to Kade. It was too early to make any sort of judgment calls, but Aron didn't seem straight. At the same time, Aron didn't seem gay either. He didn't seem to be flaunting his dick, yet he didn't take any effort to hide it either. He fell into some weird, middle-ground territory, Kade felt.

At any rate, Kade's initial fears proved themselves true as his dick shot up hard. He'd felt it becoming slightly chubbed earlier; the typical amount any dick would chub up while in the shower. However, it suddenly skyrocketed, and before Kade really even could react, he had a full erection. Despite his attempts to turn slightly and will it away, there was no way Aron didn't see it. In fact, he saw Aron's eyes dart down at in an extremely quick glance. To Aron's credit, he didn't say anything about it. Of course, he wasn't apologizing for his own brazen nudity and half-hard shower cock either.

Aron got done first, toweling off near the bench in front of the showers. He could plainly see Kade's erection, and Kade could plainly see Aron's waning cock. Oh how it flopped and bounced wildly as Aron dried himself off. Kade couldn't tell if Aron's next series of moves surprised him or not. His roommate, once dry, sauntered casually naked to his locker first, producing toothpaste and a toothbrush. At that point, he then crossed the room to a row of sinks that ran perpendicular to the showers. Utterly buck naked, Aron began brushing his teeth. He even turned to face Kade as he did so, in order to ask him about his first class of the day.

As Kade talked, he could hardly take his eyes off of Aron's dick. Now soft, the thing flopped and jiggled like a fish out of water with each firm tooth-brushing motion. Aron had indeed set a tone between them, and Kade wondered if Aron knew he was gay. Would telling him make a difference in how he behaved? Kade wasn't exactly the most macho of men, but at the same time he worried slightly that Aron would not act the same way around him if he knew for sure. Kade realized it was all still so early to tell; that he couldn't make any decisions just yet.

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Kade had pulled on his shorts and carried his briefs back to their room. Aron, however, had brazenly sauntered naked back to their room, holding his grey cotton shorts. To be fair, it was still early and there wasn't much commotion going on. Still, Kade thought that was incredibly bold of Aron.

The two spent roughly 30 seconds naked together in their room as they moved to get dressed. Kade pulled on his briefs, bright orange Calvin Kleins, and as he did so, he watched Aron pull on his underwear too. They were curious, Kade thought - cheap bikini briefs with horizontal stripes in white and two shades of blue. They went over Aron's petite ass easily, but the front was...so full. His low-hanging balls and long cock were bunched up in them, and it was the first time Kade saw that Aron's dick actually stayed in place. Even then, it was only more or less.
 

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At his first class, Kade fell immediately in lust with three people. Well, he fell into lust with several guys, but three in particular. One was the ultra blonde boy he'd seen while moving in the night before. He was seated across the aisle and a row behind Kade. His flip-flopped foot was resting up on the base of the table, and Kade could now see that the guy had a copious amount of leg hair, it was just so blonde that you could hardly see it from afar. He pivoted his leg side to side, more open, then more closed, then more open again. The leg of his light blue basketball shorts was sliding down, exposing more skin than they usually would. Kade could see up inside the shorts that way, at least a little. He could see so much of the blonde hottie's leg that Kade figured there was no way he wore boxers or boxerbriefs. Maybe trunks, possibly briefs...possibly commando. The guy nearly caught Kade looking, or maybe he did catch him; Kade couldn't be sure.

The second guy Kade immediately began crushing on was also seated across the aisle, but a row up and on the far side. Kade couldn't see much of the guy, except that when he turned his head, he bore a striking resemblance to Nicholas Hoult. He had the same dark hair and intoxicating blue eyes. And like the actor, this boy's looks rested somewhere between male model and nerdy. He seemed at once exotic and yet approachable. He seemed nice, given the amount he was smiling. Kade wanted to know more.

The third guy that caught Kade's eyes the most was the instructor, Mr. Zebert. The man looked casual for an instructor, with dark brown hair and an equally dark brown beard. He wore a quarter-zip, blue sweater and paired it with dark brown chinos. His ass looked fantastic in those pants, Kade thought. Mr. Zebert came off as casual, fun, and not like a stuffy teacher. He looked like the kind of guy who loved indie rock and camping. Not quite "granola" but definitely could blend in with that crowd if he needed to.

Kade lost himself in Mr. Zebert's perfectly ample, manly ass, and in the Nicholas Hoult look-alike's face, and in the blonde, exposed leg behind him. He felt his cock stiffening in his pants, under the table, as he daydreamed about each of them taking him from behind, one by one. He imagined blondie's cock was downright huge. He figured the pretty boy's cock was uncut, only because Kade assumed Nicholas Hoult was uncut due to being European. And he imagined Mr. Zebert's cock as short, but seriously fat; ample and thick. He was hard as hell in his pants by the time he snapped out of his daydream, and he feared the boy sitting next to him on the right could tell. Of course he couldn't; Kade's lap was too far under the table and the boy wasn't in the habit of looking down at other men's crotches anyway.

Kade's erection had gone down by the time class was over, and as he exited the building to head to his next class, he found himself directly behind the blonde boy. He couldn't take his eyes off the guy's ass as it undulated tantalizingly behind the shifting, light blue material of his basketball shorts. The guy's copious blonde leg hair was more evident in the sun, and Kade nearly crashed into the guy as he had stopped short.

"Oh, sorry." Kade offered meekly, narrowly avoiding running directly into the guy from behind.

"S'okay, man. Just ain't real sure where I'm headed next." the boy said, looking around.

"Where's your next class?" Kade asked, trying to be helpful. He couldn't help but see that the boy's backpack had pulled his T-shirt taut, accentuating his abs and his nipples. His basketball shorts were also accentuating something; an obviously cock-shaped lump. Kade could practically see the outline of it perfectly, especially the head. He tried not to stare, though.

"Uh, Altbridge Hall." the boy responded, the words sliding from full lips.

"It's...it's that way, I think." Kade said, pointing North.

"Thanks bro. Hey, you're in my dorm, ain't ya?" he asked.

"Um...yeah...I think so?" Kade said, trying not to sound like he was eager to the point of already knowing that.

"Cool. Thanks, man. See ya around." the boy said, heading off towards his next class.

Kade watched the guy's ass for a few moments, before realizing he was outside, staring. He adjusted his own backpack and headed off in his own direction.
 

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As quickly as he could, Hogan slid out of his grey Saxx trunks and into some black Nike Pro boxerjocks. He didn't want to stay naked for long. He let his eyes wander around the locker room, but quickly, like a hummingbird, not setting his gaze in one particular place for too long. He mostly saw the other football players in their underwear, but did set sight on one guy's bare ass. Hogan nearly recoiled out of habit, yet continued to look around. Primarily, the other boys were simply changing for practice. One guy, however, seemed very at ease with being naked.

Hogan knew this guy's name was Kent only by overhearing a conversation moments earlier. Kent had gotten naked before anyone else, and he seemed to relish lingering that way. He'd even strutted, fully nude, to a urinal to take a piss. He was just in no hurry to put his clothes on; the complete opposite of Hogan himself.

Kent was short and stocky; a cornfed farm boy from God-Knows-Where, Nebraska. His hair was a medium shade of brown, though his chest and pubic hair - both untrimmed - were slightly darker in color. His dick didn't necessarily look that big, perhaps somewhere close to average. His balls were on the larger side, but only slightly. Kent possessed an insanely thick bubble butt, however. It was the kind of ass only a guy of his short, stocky, wrestler-build stature could have. It was probably aided by working on the farm, and perhaps his days as a football player as well.

It wasn't that Hogan was aroused by seeing Kent naked. He was more amazed at how the guy could be so comfortable in his own skin, this early in the football season. They hadn't even played one game yet, and Kent seemed to rule the roost by parading his naked body around.

Hogan had seen that type of behavior before, in a guy named Chad from his high school. In their 18th year, Chad and Hogan couldn't have been more different. Chad did what Kent was now doing. He'd be both the first guy naked, and the last guy naked. Chad had an amazingly big cock, though. He possessed a slab of meat that made everyone else a little jealous, if they could admit it to themselves. It didn't help that Chad was a show-er as well. He never saw Chad hard, but Hogan reckoned the guy's soft dick hung at least 6 inches. It was thick, too. Chad fully established himself as an "alpha" by being so brazenly naked and showing off his hefty dick. His blunt nudity in the locker room proved to everyone else that he was unflappable; unbothered with it. It was a power move that only a few guys could ever pull off.

Despite his dick not being anywhere near that size, Kent was now doing the same thing. He was establishing himself as an "alpha"; as someone who practically dared you to look at his dick. Probably so he could then make fun of you for looking at his dick. It was a weird hierarchy Hogan knew, but it was present nonetheless. Chad had been somehow both homophobic and homoerotic at the same time. Hogan figured Kent was probably the same type of guy.

Finally, after most of the guys were nearly dressed, Kent pulled on a plain, white jockstrap. He settled his balls and cock into the pouch, and ran his fingers along the ass straps to correct them. They hugged the outsides of his ample ass, making it look even plumper than it already was. Hogan found it a little surprising that anyone was wearing a plain ol' jockstrap in this day and age, but at the same time knew that if anyone would, it would be the type of guy Kent was.

As the team later ran drills out on the practice field, Hogan let his mind wander. He'd been the all-star football player back in his small, Nebraska hometown. He was the hero, the stud, the quintessential All-American football boy. Here, he was just one of the other guys, and he actually enjoyed the relative anonymity. So many people back home - his parents, other parents, coaches - put expectations on him that he was tired of living up to. The only reason he was going to play football in college was due to his scholarship.

Hogan noticed Kent running his drills shirtless. Sweat poured down his chest and back, and the white waistband of his jock rose up past the black shorts he was wearing, particularly in the back. Momentarily, Hogan wondered how Kent kept anything covering his ass. Surely it would just bust its way out of any clothing he wore. Somehow, amongst all the other boys, Kent stood out. It was his personality, his penchant for showboating. If not in body type, Kent reminded Hogan of Chad personality-wise. Chad had been a good football player, but was too cocky, too selfish.

Hogan then became fixated on another guy on his team. He didn't yet know his name, but he was a mountainous black man. Tall and utterly ripped, he cut an imposing figure. He too was shirtless, and in fact was wearing just a pair of aqua blue Under Armour boxerjocks. The trend of practicing in just those had befuddled Hogan. For all intents and purposes, they were underwear. Yet the cockier boys got away with practicing in them. Running in them. Sweating in them. Hogan's confusion over it was only exemplified perfectly by this guy, who seemed to live up to the stereotype. As he ran, what appeared to be a Glade air freshener-sized cock bounced, shifted, and undulated behind the light blue spandex. The thing was still fucking flopping, even as it was pinned down by the boxerjocks. When the guy was at rest, his cock was clearly off to his left side, outlined as perfectly as his large balls were. It blew Hogan's mind that this was allowed, and yet, in truth, he was a bit envious as he wished he was as confident as that guy was.

Hogan's cock, fully aroused, stood at a mere 3.5 inches - a worthless dick by his own estimation. When soft, he found it to be negligible. He'd trimmed his pubic hair low to hopefully make up some size, at least visually. Hogan's balls were both a curse and a blessing, as far as he was concerned. They were rather large, bigger than most he'd seen. On one hand, they helped to make him look like he had something in his underwear. On the other hand, when naked, they only served to make his dick look that much smaller in comparison.

He had often scoped out Chad's cock in the locker room; not because he was aroused by it, but because he envied it. Hogan found himself checking out most any guy's cock. Even ones that were deemed "smaller" were still bigger than his was. Chad had caught Hogan looking a couple times, and Hogan knew it. Chad made sure he did. Hogan was used to being the subject of ridicule in the locker room, as the boys teased him mercilessly about his small dick. Occasionally, the teasing centered around his abnormally large balls, but of course that always led back to his small dick. Chad used his size to his advantage, knowing that Hogan was envious of him. They already had a football rivalry, and a cock rivalry soon developed, with Chad being the clear winner.

It didn't help that one day, Hogan got fully erect in the showers. Their showers were communal, so the entire team saw his small boner. It was one thing for them to make fun of his soft dick, but here he was, inadvertently showing everyone everything he had. His dick would never be bigger; he'd never have more of it. This was all he had to give. Not only did everyone tease him about the size of it, they of course had to tease him about why he'd gotten an erection in the first place. Suddenly, he didn't just have a tiny dick, he was gay too. According to them, at least.

Though he did check out dicks in the locker room, Hogan didn't consider himself gay. He was thoroughly attracted to women, and the thought of being with another guy hadn't even entered his radar. He just looked at dicks out of envy, out of wishful thinking, and perhaps a slight scientific curiosity. He didn't want to touch those dicks, he wanted to have one of those dicks.
 

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"Hey man, how was your first day?" Aron asked as Kade returned to their room.

"It was all right. Yours?" Kade asked, noting Aron's already shirtless torso.

"Not too shabby." Aron replied, opening his pants. "Already have homework."

"Ugh, same." Kade chuckled as he sat his bag down beside his bed, which he then sat on to remove his shoes before beginning his homework.

In the meantime, Aron dropped his pants, once again exposing his white and blue striped bikini briefs to Kade. A hint of Aron's ass crack showed in the back, and the front could barely contain his untrimmed pubes. As such, a tiny amount was visible over the top of the underwear. Just below that rested Aron's cock and balls, bulging like crazy in the thin cotton. Kade couldn't help but feel like bikini briefs were somehow odd and perhaps slightly anachronistic. At the same time, he did enjoy the view. Aron's cock jiggled a little bit more in them now, after the underwear had been worn all day.

Aron didn't rush to get dressed. Instead, he picked up his clothes and organized them a bit before unloading his backpack onto his bed, all while in his underwear. As Kade rooted through his own backpack, he couldn't help but feel a little aroused. Aron wasn't what he considered "his type", and he wasn't immediately gorgeous to Kade either. In fact, trait by trait, Aron was a little bit...offbeat-looking to Kade. His face certainly wasn't ugly to Kade, but it also didn't grab his attention right away. His roomie's brown hair was perpetually messy, and his redder facial hair was so splotchy and not filled in. His chest hair was the same, though brown. Kade noticed again that Aron's legs were so long, nearly awkwardly so. However, Kade admitted that those imperfections somehow intrigued him. The sum of his parts added up to something better than expected. Mostly, Kade was immediately intrigued by Aron's casual demeanor towards nudity; something that had started just over a day ago, when he met Aron while he was naked. Certainly shit happens, Kade figured. You put two 18 year old boys in a small room together for several months, someone's bound to have their dick be seen by the other. Still, Aron had acted so unflappable about it, so casual. And now he seemed to be chilling in his bikini briefs; another aspect that piqued Kade's curiosity.

Aron stayed in that underwear for a good 10 minutes as Kade began working on his homework. Kade was more than a little distracted by it. Bold as it was, Aron didn't seem to be flaunting himself so much as he just seemed to be casual in his underwear. Kade had never really met a boy like that before. He assumed you'd either be shy about it, or overtly sexual. Aron seemed to be falling somewhere in the middle of those two things, and again, that intrigued Kade.

Soon enough, Aron slipped out of that underwear. Having a profile view of his roommate, Kade watched the guy's long, skinny cock as it practically bounded from its confinement. The thing fell downward, swinging, jiggling. It never seemed to stop. Aron found himself a pair of shorts, some white ones that were like the mesh sort of basketball shorts. They weren't like the big, slightly-oversized version that most boys wore. No, these were shorter, tighter. Aron's dick was somehow even more prominent in those than it was in his bikini briefs. It outlined itself even as it shifted side to side when Aron walked. The shorts themselves rested low on Aron's narrow hips, offering up just as much pubic hair as the underwear did. As Aron got settled in, he plopped on his bed and began to work.
 

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Down the hall, Hogan was in the shower. He faced the wall, lest anyone see his dick. After football practice, only a handful of boys showered in the locker room. Most everyone disbanded and retreated to their own showers in their own dorms. He didn't really know what he was going to do at away games. He certainly couldn't not shower and ride back home stinking to high heaven. He hoped that, perhaps, the away colleges would have more private showers.

As Hogan soaped his lean but muscular frame, he couldn't help but think back to the dicks he'd just seen. He thought of them wistfully, in a way. There wasn't another guy in the room that was as shy as he was about nudity. For the most part, nobody flaunted themselves, except maybe for Kent. Hogan also recalled the tall, muscular guy, the one who practiced in his light blue boxerjocks. He was one who did shower, and in his short time in the locker room gathering his things, Hogan had seen his dick. It was just as big as he'd imagined it, maybe more. The guy's pubic hair was trimmed incredibly low, and his big, black cock arced outward first before hanging downward. "Air freshener can" was a bit hyperbolic, Hogan knew, but only just a bit. The guy had a massive cock, which ended in a fat head, slightly paler than the rest of the dick. Hogan had been slightly amazed at how it flopped and bounced, and he'd wished his own cock was that big. Hell, he wished it was as big as Kent's, even.

Of course big dicks had always held intrigue for Hogan. However, as he showered, he couldn't stop thinking about Kent. Though bigger than his own, Kent's dick was nothing to write home about. It was hard to tell the size exactly, since Kent was soft and had completely untrimmed pubic hair, but it definitely wasn't big. It wasn't even average. Still, Kent strutted his naked body around before and after practice. Hogan longed to be that guy; confident and cocky. At the least, he wanted to not be so shy.

Hogan felt odd. He felt different than his peers. He reckoned he was the only straight guy around who actively checked out other guys' dicks in the locker room. Sure, he didn't do it from a lustful perspective, but at the same time he knew none of those guys would buy his reasoning. None of them surely looked at each other in the same way he did. Oh, he definitely knew guys sized each other up, but rarely would any admit to it. Even less rarely would any of them become fixated on another man's cock the way Hogan did.

Hogan was a virgin; something that very few people in his small hometown knew. They all assumed, being the all-star football stud that he was, that he was hooking up with any girl of his choosing. It was almost a perverse right of passage, but one he didn't partake in. He was too nervous. He knew he had a little dick, and once the boys had started to tease him about it, he just wrote off the possibility of having sex with a girl. At least, one in his hometown, where word would spread like wildfire. He couldn't bear the thought of getting frisky with a girl only to have her laugh at him and then tell the whole town just how tiny his dick was.

This was something that weighed on Hogan's mind constantly, and he hated it. He hated that his life revolved around not allowing people to know how small his dick was. Just not that long ago this past summer, he and some of his graduated classmates hopped the fence at the country club to swim in the pool. It was the middle of the night, and kind of a last hurrah before they all would go their own ways. Most everyone swam in their underwear, though some of the boys skinny dipped and a couple girls lost their tops eventually. Despite it being dark, Hogan swam in his shorts. He wanted to swim in his underwear. Hell, he wanted to skinny dip. But he didn't dare. He knew his boxerbriefs were white that particular night, and that would make it even worse. He'd watched as Chad jumped up and down on the diving board, completely naked. His large cock was visible in the moonlight, bouncing wildly as he did. He got catcalled by the girls, and even by the boys, jokingly. Hogan felt like he missed an opportunity that night, somehow.

That's how his life was; he felt like he missed out on things, missed out on having a truly good time, due to his dick size. He avoided showering with anyone when he could. He avoided girls, even when they made the moves on him. He didn't feel like a part of the straight boy club when they talked about fucking girls or made lewd comments about their own dicks. He longed to be more like Kent; he wished to not give a shit about being seen naked. He wanted it to be a non-issue, but for his 18 years it was his biggest issue.
 

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Ryan lowered Kade's orange, Calvin Klein briefs, just in the back. Just enough to gain access to the boy's smooth, perky ass. With little trouble, Ryan worked his lubed, hard cock into that ass, causing Kade to gasp with pleasure. The rhythmic thrusting began immediately. Ryan pushed himself against Kade, his manly, hairy torso undulating against the boy's smooth back. Kade could feel Ryan's hips pushing against him as he fucked; increasing his speed slightly. It felt so good to have Ryan's cock inside him again; felt so good to feel that manly body behind him.

As Ryan grunted and pumped away on Kade's ass, the friction of his hard bulge against the bed caused Kade to leak precum into his underwear. He felt like he could probably cum this way, simply from Ryan's thrusts. Kade reached down, forcing his own hand underneath his body to grope his bulge. His hard dick pulsed from inside the orange, dampened cotton. He was in a state of delirium; finally getting Ryan's cock again - the only one he'd ever had.

Kade couldn't see Aron, but knew that his roommate was somewhere in the room, watching this unfold. He couldn't believe Aron was so down to watch him get fucked, but he was. Surely his roommate was naked, stroking his long, uncut dick at the sight. He didn't worry too much about Aron's presence, focusing on Ryan's aggressive fucking.

With his hand firmly against his own bulge, Kade could feel his underwear dampening more. Ryan kept up the fucking, and Kade knew he was about to cum in his underwear. He thought of Aron, probably about to cum himself. Ryan? Ryan could go on for some time, Kade knew. The swelling in his briefs grew even more intense, Ryan's repetitive thrusts in turn pushing his bulge against the bed, rhythmically. He moaned a bit as his balls began to ache. He was close...damn close.

With a soft gasp, Kade came in his underwear. His mind was in a dreamlike state, somewhere between asleep and awake. As the second blast of cum shot into his briefs, Kade became aware of Aron's presence. He became aware of his own presence. As his mind cleared, he realized he was having a wet dream! He realized he was in his dorm room!

In complete automated fashion, Kade hopped up off his bed, trying to make sense of his situation. Was this reality? Was this a dream? His cock continued to squirt, filling up the pouch of his orange briefs. The white liquid began to seep through, not just creating a darker wet spot but now actually beading up on the outside of his briefs. He grabbed himself, confused, blinking hard and nearly shaking his head to wake up.

All at once, reality set in as Kade woke fully. He realized he was standing beside his bed, holding his spurting cock through his underwear. The briefs were extremely damp, with cum actually dripping off them onto his bare legs and the floor. His ass was partially exposed, and the underwear was not only turned slightly on his body, but lowered as well. His trimmed pubic hair was fully on display, the waistband turned down a little. His hard cock was caught in the orange material, off to the side, with the pouch being "smaller" due to the disheveled way his underwear was on.

Across the room, but only a few feet away, Aron laid in his bed looking at Kade. His face was that of someone who had caught someone in the act, as if he'd walked in on Kade jerking off.

"Oh fuck." Kade whispered, letting go of his bulge. "Oh fuck." he repeated, twisting, turning, and hiking his briefs back up to where they needed to be. The wet material was already cold on his bare skin. "I'm...so embarrassed."

"Eh. Don't be." Aron shrugged. "Happens to the best of us."

"Still...Jesus, it's the second night." Kade replied. He knew he couldn't fall asleep with the seriously cum-filled briefs on, so he dashed around to the other side of his bed, more in the dark, away from Aron's lamp. He began to peel them off, his still-hard cock springing out of the cummed-in briefs. He remained hunched, just trying to hurry his way through changing.

"It's really ok, dude. I'm not offended. You were obviously having a great dream!" Aron said, chuckling.

"What was I...did I say anything? What was I doing?" Kade asked, eager to know if he had inadvertently come out to Aron in his sleep.

"Didn't really say much, just kinda...grunted." Aron laughed. "Just sorta...humped your bed."

"Jesus." Kade muttered, shaking his head with embarrassment. After he used the back of his orange briefs to dry his pubic area and balls a little, Kade pulled on some basketball shorts and climbed quickly into bed. It was less that he exposed himself to Aron and more that he didn't know he was exposing himself to Aron. And having a dream about Ryan while doing so.

It was the dream that annoyed Kade the most. It had been weeks since he had a wet dream about Ryan, and of course it would have to happen two nights into college. He barely knew Aron, and already had accidentally dry humped his bed in front of the guy. And then weirdly stood up to finish cumming in his underwear.

No matter how much Aron acted like he didn't care, and no matter how much he tried to assure Kade it was fine, Kade still felt mortified. He laid in bed, his mind dancing, and tried to go to sleep.

 

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The next morning, Kade hit the showers early. He wanted some alone time to think, but primarily he just couldn't sleep so he figured he'd get a start on the day. The silence of the dorm was nearly eerie, with everyone else still asleep. He closed his eyes as he stood under the shower head, facing the wall, and letting the hot water rush over his naked body.

He felt more than a slight embarrassment over what had happened the night before. It was less that Aron had seen him in such a state, and more about how it happened. He was concerned that he couldn't control himself; didn't know what was going on until it was too late. Also not lost on Kade was how he had mentally dragged Aron into the sex dream, as if his brain was trying to remind him that Aron was in the room. It wasn't a strong enough reminder for him to snap out of it, though.

The bigger thing weighing on Kade's mind was the fact that he'd had such a vivid wet dream about Ryan in the first place. Over the past couple of months, Kade had gone through several stages of acceptance. He couldn't say he was ever angry with Ryan; he was hurt. For a time, Kade felt good enough to fuck, but not good enough to date. Over time, Kade realized that expecting a relationship was perhaps a bit much, and that he was putting too much weight behind the fact that Ryan was his first. For a brief period, Kade regretted giving it up to Ryan. That period passed, though, and Kade grew to be thankful for the experience. A certain realization had set in that, with him going to college, maybe a long-distance relationship between himself and a guy in his 30's wasn't the best plan. Sure, he still thought of Ryan occasionally, but he hadn't had a dream like that in a long time. In fact, he hadn't ever had a wet dream about Ryan that was so vivid; that ended up in him actually cumming in his underwear.

Kade figured it was just his luck. Of course Aron had to be there to witness it. The guy was a virtual stranger to Kade yet, and Kade had to start off their friendship by humping the bed and cumming all over the place. Aron was being incredibly generous, he thought, in acting like it wasn't a big deal. Yes, Aron seemed to be pretty casual, but Kade felt there was a huge difference between a bit of casual nudity and a full blown, orgasmic sex dream.

Kade turned to rinse his hair, surprised to see that someone was in the locker room with him. He hadn't heard anyone come in, but of course his head was under the shower and it's not as if a guy would announce his presence. The thing that struck Kade the most was that this guy was absolutely naked! He was already at a urinal taking a piss, his back towards Kade. Kade observed, silently, from across the room. The guy was short, but had an incredible bubble butt. He wasn't so shocked to see nudity in a locker room, but the guy had to come in like that.

The experience was short, as this guy wrapped up his piss and flushed the urinal. As he turned, he afforded Kade a slight profile view of his naked body. Kade didn't see much, as he tried not to ogle. Plus the guy looked over at Kade, and with one slight, upward nod, acknowledged his presence. Kade did the same as the guy just simply sauntered out of the bathroom naked, his delightfully fat ass cheeks undulating a bit with each step.

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Matt awoke, bleary-eyed, with a slight stiffy in his black basketball shorts. Reaching down, he adjusted himself and looked over to his roommate's bed, which was empty. Shirtless, Matt pulled himself up out of bed and made his way to the window. He cranked it open and lit a cigarette. Of course you weren't allowed to smoke in the dorms, but of course Matt wasn't one to really care. He barely got his cig lit when his roommate Kent sauntered back into the room, completely naked.

"Jesus. Where did you go?" Matt asked, his voice dry and crackly still.

"Took a piss." Kent shrugged as he made his way to the window as well, lighting his own smoke.

"Like that?" Matt asked.

Kent shrugged as he exhaled. "Why not?"

"I mean, you're naked, so..."

"Dude. We're directly across the hall from the bathroom. Why would I bother getting dressed?" Kent reasoned.

"I don't know why that should surprise me, I guess." Matt said, shaking his head a bit.

"Exactly."

"I just thought, maybe this is the year Kent doesn't run around naked all the time." Matt chuckled.

"Well you're fuckin' stupid if you think that." Kent laughed.

"Obviously." Matt said, continuing to chuckle. "Of all the best bros I could have had, I pick the one that can't keep his fuckin' clothes on."

"You like it." Kent teased.

"You wish." Matt retorted.
 

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Kade slipped back into his room with his towel wrapped around his waist. He noticed Aron straightaway, sitting on the edge of his bed naked. His long cock was obviously somewhat engorged; his pinkish head peeking out from his foreskin some.

"Oh, morning." Kade said meekly.

"Morning. You're up and at 'em early." Aron pointed out, casually scratching at his chest a bit.

"Yeah, I...couldn't sleep." Kade replied, not totally wanting to delve into the reasons why. He walked around the edge of his bed to approach his dresser, seeing his orange briefs on the floor, twisted and now crusty; a visual reminder of his accident.

"You ok, man?" Aron asked, sensing Kade's discomfort.

"Me? Yeah. I'm fine...why wouldn't I be?" Kade replied, not convincingly.

"I feel like you...might be embarrassed still." Aron shrugged.

"I mean, I barely know you...and...yeah, I'm embarrassed." Kade pulled new briefs on under the towel, remaining as discreet as possible. Once he had them up far enough, he dropped the towel, affording Aron a quick, slight view of his smooth butt before yanking his underwear up completely. As always, they were Calvin Klein; white with a blue waistband and blue piping.

"You really don't need to be embarrassed, man." Aron offered as he stood up to stretch. He then scratched his pubes, which made his slightly aroused cock flop.

"Well, it was an embarrassing situation, so..."

"Eh. Every guy does that shit at some point. Every dude in this dorm has had a wet dream at some point. Besides, do I come off like a guy that would be offended?" Aron asked, laughing a bit.

Ever so quickly, Kade glanced down at Aron's cock and then looked away just as quickly. He chuckled slightly and said, "Yeah, I...I guess you have a point."

"You smoke weed?" Aron asked.

"No."

"Oh." Aron replied.

"I mean...I haven't, but...like...I'm not opposed to it." Kade said, amending his statement.

"Ah, I see."

"Why?"

"Well I thought maybe this weekend you and I could get stoned and get to know each other better."

"What do you mean?" Kade asked.

"Well...just that. Get stoned and talk. Ask each other questions, or whatever."

"Ok...no offense, but...what does getting stoned have to do with it?"

"Oh, you get much better answers that way. More truthful. Honest." Aron explained. "I think it would help loosen you up."

"Yeah...ok. Sounds good." Kade smiled.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Sweet! I'll go easy on ya. You don't have to get fucking blitzed or anything." Aron laughed.

Kade chuckled as well, and watched as Aron pulled on his white shorts, getting barely presentable before heading down the hall. Just after Aron left, Kade picked up his orange briefs and tossed them in his hamper. He then finished getting dressed so that he could hit the campus snack bar for a big, fat coffee.

As he started down the hall, he was surprised and delighted to see that same naked guy again - Kent. Some guy, obviously his roommate, preceded him, shirtless in black basketball shorts. Kade thought that roommate was hot, but he couldn't take his eyes off Kent. He was incredibly shocked that Kent was just strutting his naked ass through the hallway. Sure, their door was directly across from the locker room, but still. Kade was already in awe of Aron's behavior inside their room, let alone by Kent's behavior outside his.

Kent cast a casual glance at Kade, not giving one shit that Kade could see his dick. Kent recognized him as the boy who had been in the shower earlier as well, so they'd already seen each other naked anyway.

As Kade passed Matt and Kent, he dared to turn around again, casting a quick glance behind him. He looked just in time to see Kent's full ass as he entered the locker room. Kade was in the process of craning his neck back around to face forward when he physically ran into something...someone.

"Oh, shit. Sorry." Kade apologized before even seeing who it might be.

"No worries, man." Hogan said, casting a slight smile at Kade.

Kade walked on after flashing his own apologetic smile, and Hogan stood there briefly. He'd seen what Kade was looking at; what had made him so distracted. He knew Kade was checking out Kent's ass.
 

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Once again, Kade had become utterly distracted through his first class of the day. The blonde boy in the row behind him sat the same way he had the day before - one foot up on the table rung, fanning his leg open and shut, open and shut. The silver basketball shorts rode high on that one particular leg, and Kade could see right up them as the deceptively hairy thigh kept showing itself repeatedly. Kade was sure it was only a matter of inches before the boy's balls would be peeking back at him.

Kade tried to be discreet, sitting sideways in his chair to better facilitate his thigh gazing. Still, it didn't make much sense for him to be turned that way, and even less sense for his face to be turned even further back. He wished he could just sit cross-legged on the floor, smack dab in the middle of the aisle, and ogle that boy's leg all day long. Instead, he turned his attention to the Nicholas Hoult look-alike.

Admiring him from afar, Kade noted just how strikingly beautiful the boy was. His dark, nearly black hair was slightly tousled, styled messily. His piercing blue eyes seemed to be a beacon from across the room; something that drew Kade's attention. His smile was crooked, yet hot; a coy smirk that often crept over the guy's model-worthy face. Kade wanted to kiss him, to look deeply into those endless blue eyes. He wanted to know how hairy his body was or wasn't, how big his dick was. Kade ran through variations in his mind, like a body part slot machine. Hairy but trimmed with an average dick? Hairy and untrimmed with a big dick? Smooth and defined with an uncut dick? Based on the guy's face alone, Kade needed to know more.

A small series of clacking noises drew Kade from his daydream; Mr. Zebert had dropped his dry erase marker. Kade took the opportunity to gaze at his instructor's ass as he bent over for the runaway marker. The boy was sure he could see his teacher's briefs line through his khakis.

To put it bluntly, Kade was 2 days into college and horny as hell. The veritable buffet of visual stimulation had his senses on overload. It wasn't just the hot blonde leg behind him, or the beautiful boy across the room, or Mr. Zebert's manly presence; it was...well, it was everything. It was the lingering scent of the plain Zest soap the boy next to him had used in the shower that morning. It was Kent's cocky, naked strutting. It was the bulge in the grey joggers of an otherwise unremarkable boy. It was the exposed fratboy legs, the basketball shorts with varying degrees of bulging, the sound of a classmate's voice as he asked Mr. Zebert a question. Three of Kade's five senses were overly stimulated; touch and taste being the only hold-outs, but the most important ones.

He hadn't had sex since his last time with Ryan, and the only experience he had with men had been such a whirlwind. It was a short time, a moment of pure bliss that Kade longed for again. Now, in class, his cock was rock hard in his blue briefs behind his blue jeans. It took almost nothing to set him off - the simple smell of the bar soap on the boy beside him sent Kade immediately into a fantasy about watching that boy shower. Did he have a hairy body? What was his dick like? Did it get kind of hard in the shower? How big are his balls? What kind of underwear did he put on after that shower? Kade wondered the same handful of questions about nearly every college boy that crossed his path, and a good deal of instructors and staff as well.

As class came to an end, Kade stalled. He wanted to see the blonde boy stand, but moreover, his own dick was still fairly hard in his pants. Kade got what he was hoping for as the blonde stood; a fairly unfettered view of a nearly perfectly outlined cock behind silver basketball shorts. There's no way he wears underwear, Kade thought as he tried not to seem obvious. As the boy threw on his backpack, Kade got a little bit more of a show. A prominent, blonde treasure trail showed itself as the boy's t-shirt rose a bit when he swung his arms back. He fixed his shirt, pulling it down, but for a few glorious seconds, Kade lost himself in that treasure trail. He longed to have his lips there. He longed to taste the boy's skin; explore his muscular body with his mouth.

Kade was so utterly lost in his own lustful thoughts that he barely realized Mr. Zebert had approached his table. As Kade turned his head to finish collecting his things, he at first cast his gaze on his instructor's crotch. He quickly looked away, looked upward, so that he wouldn't seem conspicuous. At any rate, it's not like he knew Mr. Zebert's bulge would be right there in his line of sight.

"Kade, right?" the instructor asked with a friendly smile. Kade swore he felt his dick swell in his pants just from hearing the manly voice speak his name.

"Um...yeah." Kade said, gulping hard.

"Can you hang back a couple minutes?" the instructor asked. Kade felt his stomach drop out, as if he was going to be scolded for looking at dick prints on hot boys. Maybe he was too distracted the entire class and Mr. Zebert knew it?

"Um...yeah." Kade repeated, both nervous about what Mr. Zebert wanted to talk about and excited at the prospect of spending a little more time with him, one on one.
 

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After kicking off his sneakers, Kent undid his jeans. Once opened, those jeans came down quickly, along with his underwear at the same time. Kent shirtcocked for all of a second before he ditched his shirt too. He then drew each foot upward, one at a time, to remove his socks. In no time at all, the cocky football player was buck naked, while most of the other boys were still unlacing their shoes or just starting to peel their shirts off. Kent flopped his cock a bit with his open palm, as one might do after taking off restrictive clothing. Casually as all get out, he sauntered over to a urinal.

Hogan watched as Kent took a piss, his teammate utterly unconcerned with being naked. Kent stood with his hands on his hips, meaning he wasn't holding his dick as he took a leak. The guy's ample ass was on full display for anyone who cared to look. He chatted over his shoulder casually, as if he wasn't naked and taking a hands-free piss at the time. Hogan studied him, his confidence, his swagger. He couldn't believe someone would be so bold. Soon enough, Kent reached down to shake his dick off. Hogan thought that, perhaps, Kent did so for slightly too long. Kent flushed and turned to face the room again, sauntering casually up to his roommate.

Kent planted his feet fairly firmly on the concrete floor, and stood with his hands on his hips. Hogan could see that Kent's dick was ever so slightly swollen, no doubt from the excessive shaking off he'd just done. He shot the shit with Matt mostly, but also with a couple other guys. During that time, Hogan saw Kent scratch his pubes, scratch his ass, and adjust his balls a bit. The guy was totally unflappable, completely confident, despite not really having that big of a dick. Hogan could see if it was the air freshener guy doing it. He had something huge and amazing to show off. But there was Kent, at peace with his body, comfortable in his own skin.

Now down to his boxerbriefs and t-shirt, Hogan laid out his black boxerjocks in order to make a quick exchange. He'd gotten good at this over the years. Quickly, he yanked his underwear down as he grabbed his boxerjocks. Once his feet were free from the cotton, he stuffed them into the spandex. He was fairly certain nobody saw him; nobody witnessed his dick. He pulled some shorts on and then changed his shirt. Sitting on the bench, he began to put his sneakers on.

Matt had changed fully, as most of the boys had, and was also settling onto the bench to put his sneakers on. It was only then that Kent made his way to his open locker for his jockstrap. He slid his legs into it almost begrudgingly, slowly sliding it upward until finally his cock and balls were nestled in the pouch. Kent ran his fingers along the elastic straps, righting them, and when he let them go, they snapped a bit against his full ass. His approach to getting undressed was quick and decisive. His approach to getting dressed was lackadaisical.

Hogan desperately wanted to be Kent; to possess that level of confidence. It was something that ran through his mind constantly. Although, as long as he was wishing, Hogan figured he might as well wish for the air freshener dick. That dick with Kent's confidence? He'd be unstoppable, he imagined. Hogan looked over at the man he'd dubbed "air freshener can" to see that he was about to practice in his boxerjocks again...white ones. His enormous cock was already bulging; Hogan could only imagine seeing it as the guy ran and jumped. Almost as if the universe was telling Hogan it was spying on his thoughts, another boy addressed "air freshener can" and called him Alex. Well, at least he knew his name now.

At practice, Hogan was distracted, primarily by two things. The first thing that distracted him was Kent's ass. Hogan had already figured that Kent probably had a hard time keeping that thing covered, and he was learning that his thought was correct. As Kent ran, ducked, jumped, and lunged his way through practice routines, his shorts seemed to be giving up on him. Part of the thick, white waistband of his jockstrap was always on display, but as practice wore on, more and more of his ass became visible. At first it was just a hint of skin. Then an inch, then two inches, then more. The front of Kent's shorts seemed to be fine, but the back wasn't. At its showiest, about half of Kent's bare ass was on show. It literally glistened in the sun as sweat rolled down it. To be fair, Kent kept hiking his shorts up, and he didn't let half his ass hang out for too long. At the same time, he didn't really act that bothered by it, and seemed to be pulling his shorts up only because he knew a coach would make him.

The other thing that held Hogan's attention was Alex's bulge. That cock was never not outlined. It shifted to and fro as Alex ran; it bounced as he jumped. Ever self-deprecating, Hogan joked to himself that his whole cock was probably smaller than Alex's head. It only became more prominent as the black man sweat into his white Under Armour. It was nearly obscene, and Hogan wondered how nobody seemed to care whatsoever. There were a couple other guys practicing in their boxerjocks, but none stood out as much as Alex did.

Hogan imagined that Alex had probably thoroughly pleased just so, so many women. Surely they gasped and cooed at the sight of it. He probably fucked them senseless, giving them orgasm after orgasm. They'd scream his name by the end of it, Hogan figured.

For being straight, Hogan knew he spent way too much time looking at other guy's bulges. He just couldn't help himself. He'd tell himself he'd stop. He'd figure that if he did quit, he might be able to stop comparing himself to them. Maybe, slowly, he could get past his hang-ups. But no matter what Hogan told himself, he always ended up sneaking peeks. At the same time, Hogan realized Alex really had something to look at, and surely he wasn't the only guy on the team with a little size envy.
 

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Ok, so...I hate to put this smack dab in the middle of the story, but what I need to ask revolves around this story. I've pretty well created myself a conundrum.

As most of you probably know, I've always longed to make a living being a writer. I have been thinking about self-publishing on Amazon, and looking over other methods to earn an income doing this. I checked into getting a wordpress and putting a paywall on it. I checked to see if OF was conducive to writing, which it isn't. I shopped around, basically.

I recently looked into patreon, and at first I didn't think it was quite the right fit. I heard about it through youtubers and podcasts, and I wasn't sure if it really supported writing either. I found that it does. In a way, it's pretty similar to this, where I could write episodic content as I have time. Then I checked into their "Adult Content" rules, and even contacted them to see if my writing was acceptable there. It is. I fucked around with a page and created some tiers, and kind of still didn't have huge hopes for the whole thing because I figured something would come along that would turn me off the site. Something wouldn't feel right, wouldn't fit right. But that feeling didn't come. I didn't find any drawbacks. Tonight, my page was accepted and I launched it. I now have a bona fide patreon account!

While I am thoroughly excited for this prospect, it also brings with it a conundrum. I love, love, love writing here, but the truth is, it takes up a lot of my free time. I often come home from work, take my pants off, and get to writing. I spend days off hunched over the laptop, furiously typing and edging. While that DOES come with its own rewards, it does still mean I'm getting no closer to my dream of supporting myself with writing.

That's where the conundrum comes in. The way I see it, I have a few options. Well, 2 options really. The first one is that I could start my patreon with a different story, one I've been vaguely crafting and have waiting in the wings - completely separate from anything I've written here. The second option is that I could move this story over to my patreon.

The drawback of that second option is obvious: I'd be asking people to pay for something that I've been giving out for free. But the first option has its own drawback as well: I would be focusing on my patreon and the story I'd be crafting there, and I don't know what kind of time that would leave me for this tale. If I chose the first option, I could theoretically continue writing both. Theoretically.

I haven't made any sort of decision on this yet, aside from the fact that I will be doing SOMETHING on patreon. I wanted your input, because I value you all and your thoughts on the matter. Most, if not all of you came from the Ryan and Krieg yarn, and so I feel like I've created a sort of bond with y'all. I really appreciate any thoughts and ideas on this!