Native American first exposure to college wrestling
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I've lost track of chapter numbers. I think this is Ch 6: The Dining Hall
[from previous chapter]
As the two of them left the locker room, Kirk managed to say, "So that stuff you said earlier about never seeing dudes naked before.... i guess that all changed today, huh?" He grinned and punched Skye in the arm. "Good thing, too, cuz there's plenty of nudity in our dorms. A couple of guys practically never wear clothes. it's a fuckin hoot. Here, I'll show you where the dorm is...."
Ch 6:
“Actually,” said Skye, “it makes no sense to show you the dorm before we eat. Let’s hit the dining hall.”
A wave of emotions concerning the affirming events of the locker room in the past hour had prevented Skye from realizing how hungry he was, but once those memories passed, he found he was ravenous.
“How does this work, anyway?” asked Skye. I mean, they told me I don’t need money to pay for meals.”
“That’s right, bro… you just use your ID card. Do you have that?”
“Yep, right here in my bag.”
“Okay then follow me."
They entered the large dining hall and were greeted by students calling to each other, dishes clanging, and laughter erupting everywhere.
“Grab a tray, Skye. Welcome to a feast of mediocre college cafeteria food! Ta-da!”
Skye took a tray from the stack and looked down the serving line. While he had enough food growing up, he had never escaped the sense of food insecurity that permeated so much of life on the Rez. Now, he was faced with overwhelming choice. He was stunned at the variety, even if Kirk claimed it was "mediocre."
Kirk walked through with him smiling and calling out to other guys. He and Skye parked themselves at a table with Brian-of-the-Eternal-Erection and "Rat Tail" Brad from the team. They were as open and friendly clothed in public as they had been naked in the locker room. They skillfully managed to ask Skye about his background and life without being too nosey or making him uncomfortable. If Skye hadn’t been hyper-focused on the food, he might have perceived that Kirk had done a little ground work with these guys, alerting them discreetly for a few moments in the locker room to Skye’s sensitivity about his background. But Skye did not notice; he finished his meat loaf, potatoes, green beans, salad, and fruit before rising and going back to get some cake. The other guys could see he was like the proverbial kid in the candy store. In his absence, Kirk quickly said, “Thanks, guys. I think you did a good job making him feel welcome.”
“Hell yeah!” responded Brian. “We’re the best…..even if he has got a bigger dick than me!” The other guys smirked at this friendly quip, but Skye didn’t even notice upon his return to the table that something had been said.
“This is really amazing,” he said. “On the Rez, we didn’t have this much food.”
Surprised that Skye had volunteered to speak, Brad quickly answered, “Well, take as much as you want, buddy. Although, if you’re like the rest of us, you’ll get hungry again about 10:00 tonight, and that’s what the Pump n Stuff gas station is for…. Late night snacks.” Skye smiled, but this comment raised the hackles of fear; he didn’t have any money for buying food.
"Yeah, we all know what kind of "pump and stuff' you're doing late at night in your room," quipped Brad. Knowing laughter erupted over this, and Skye grinned as well, though mostly at the contagious nature of the laughter and not Brad's comeback itself.
“Finish eating, Slowpoke, and let’s get to the dorm," said Brian. In the time-honored tradition of college guys showing poor table manners, Skye imitated other guys he saw who were stuffing their mouths with dessert as they stood up and went to the tray return, all in a big hurry to get to the next thing.
Kirk dropped off his tray, waited for Skye and then said, “Follow me.”
[from previous chapter]
As the two of them left the locker room, Kirk managed to say, "So that stuff you said earlier about never seeing dudes naked before.... i guess that all changed today, huh?" He grinned and punched Skye in the arm. "Good thing, too, cuz there's plenty of nudity in our dorms. A couple of guys practically never wear clothes. it's a fuckin hoot. Here, I'll show you where the dorm is...."
Ch 6:
“Actually,” said Skye, “it makes no sense to show you the dorm before we eat. Let’s hit the dining hall.”
A wave of emotions concerning the affirming events of the locker room in the past hour had prevented Skye from realizing how hungry he was, but once those memories passed, he found he was ravenous.
“How does this work, anyway?” asked Skye. I mean, they told me I don’t need money to pay for meals.”
“That’s right, bro… you just use your ID card. Do you have that?”
“Yep, right here in my bag.”
“Okay then follow me."
They entered the large dining hall and were greeted by students calling to each other, dishes clanging, and laughter erupting everywhere.
“Grab a tray, Skye. Welcome to a feast of mediocre college cafeteria food! Ta-da!”
Skye took a tray from the stack and looked down the serving line. While he had enough food growing up, he had never escaped the sense of food insecurity that permeated so much of life on the Rez. Now, he was faced with overwhelming choice. He was stunned at the variety, even if Kirk claimed it was "mediocre."
Kirk walked through with him smiling and calling out to other guys. He and Skye parked themselves at a table with Brian-of-the-Eternal-Erection and "Rat Tail" Brad from the team. They were as open and friendly clothed in public as they had been naked in the locker room. They skillfully managed to ask Skye about his background and life without being too nosey or making him uncomfortable. If Skye hadn’t been hyper-focused on the food, he might have perceived that Kirk had done a little ground work with these guys, alerting them discreetly for a few moments in the locker room to Skye’s sensitivity about his background. But Skye did not notice; he finished his meat loaf, potatoes, green beans, salad, and fruit before rising and going back to get some cake. The other guys could see he was like the proverbial kid in the candy store. In his absence, Kirk quickly said, “Thanks, guys. I think you did a good job making him feel welcome.”
“Hell yeah!” responded Brian. “We’re the best…..even if he has got a bigger dick than me!” The other guys smirked at this friendly quip, but Skye didn’t even notice upon his return to the table that something had been said.
“This is really amazing,” he said. “On the Rez, we didn’t have this much food.”
Surprised that Skye had volunteered to speak, Brad quickly answered, “Well, take as much as you want, buddy. Although, if you’re like the rest of us, you’ll get hungry again about 10:00 tonight, and that’s what the Pump n Stuff gas station is for…. Late night snacks.” Skye smiled, but this comment raised the hackles of fear; he didn’t have any money for buying food.
"Yeah, we all know what kind of "pump and stuff' you're doing late at night in your room," quipped Brad. Knowing laughter erupted over this, and Skye grinned as well, though mostly at the contagious nature of the laughter and not Brad's comeback itself.
“Finish eating, Slowpoke, and let’s get to the dorm," said Brian. In the time-honored tradition of college guys showing poor table manners, Skye imitated other guys he saw who were stuffing their mouths with dessert as they stood up and went to the tray return, all in a big hurry to get to the next thing.
Kirk dropped off his tray, waited for Skye and then said, “Follow me.”
Ch 7 The Dorm
During the ten-minute walk to the dorm, Kirk continued to play guide. "Yeah this is sort of a jock dorm." Skye, unfamiliar with the term, pictured a bunch of students running around the dorm in their straps, but then realized he had misunderstood. "Lots of wrestlers there but other athletes too: runners, soccer playes, even some lax guys. Hey, isn't lax a native game?" No sooner had the words escaped his lips than he regretted them. He knew enough not to continually draw attention to his mentoree's "difference" and he mentally smacked his forehead for his insensitivity.
"Your roommate's Charlie. Super chill dude. He's a soccer player but kinda tall and lanky compared to most of them. Also, I should warn you. Dude LOVES being naked. I think he spend most of his time in the dorm nude, altho he does have one pair of shorts he'll sometimes wear." Skye didn't know what to make of this. He had been proud of adjusting to the nudity of the other wrestlers in the showers, but if his roomie was nude 24/7, who knew what that'd be like?
They arrived at a non-descript brick building, marked "Beede Hall." It seemed fairly new and solid, especially compared to the rundown buildings on the Rez.
"Welcome to your dorm, buddy," said Kirk as he opened the door. "Real men take the stair. Keeps us in shape. You're on the fourth floor." Kirk walking-lunged up the stairs two at a time. Skye followed.
Kirk opened the stairwell door to reveal a hallway with rooms on either side and a batthroom at the far end. They passed the first three doors and knocked on the fourth one. "Hey asshole!" yelled Kirk with a grin. "You in? I got your new roomie....and for his sake would you put some fuckin clothes on?" The door was opened by a 19 year old guy, a little over 6 feet, pale skin and blond hair. He was shirtless and Skye, like every guy who had ever been in this situation, noticed his impressive abs rack with instant admiration. Despite Kirk's warning, this fellow was not naked but was sporting a pair of military green silkies--the kind you could see in photos of West Point or Annapolis: extremely short, made of parachute material and so thin it was impossible not to notice the outline of the wearer's penis head. Even Skye knew about these shorts and the unspoken understanding that this was the ONLY skimpy short a straight guy could wear and get away with it, thanks to his military situation. Obviously, Skye's roommate wasn't in the military, so Skye wondered what the story was. He couldn't help glancing down to see a pretty sizable cock head and also to note that this guy must have low hangers as each ball was partially visible. None of this bothered the new roommate, of course.
"Hey, bro! I'm Charlie. Nice to meetcha and welcome to our very own Buckingham palace." He gestured grandly around the small room. Skye did not get the reference, but he smiled, stuck out his hand and said, in a quiet voice, "Hey. I'm Skye."
"Skye just had his first practice with us," said Kirk, " and I'm his mentor, making sure he's got everything he needs." That last statement instantly brought back Kirk's generosity with his boxer briefs in the locker room, and Skey became aware of how they hugged his skin and cradled his balls.
"Cool," said Charlie. "Here's your bunk and your side of the closet. I left the beds on the ground, but if you're cool, we could also make bunk bed to have a little more space." Skye barely processed this as he found himself staring at the carefree cock and balls barely contained in the silkies. "Um. sure....whatever you want."
"Actually, dude," said Kirk, "I'm surprised to find you in a state of... well... Dress. I should tell you I've already warned Skye about how you fuckin love to be naked."
Charlie grinned. "Sure do. Hope that's all right with you, man."
Skye: "It's your room."
Charlie laughed. "OUR room, man... you and me. Now where's your stuff. I can help you unpack if you want."
Hot flames of embarrassment shot up through Skye as he thought of his one paper bag with a few articles of clothing and some toiletries. "Nah," he answered. "I'll do it in a minute."
Kirk picked up on the situation and for the second time within a few minutes he berated himself silently for not having foreseen this. Quickly, he said, "And this space on the wall is where you can put your wrestling posters and shit. Including, if I may advise, a huge one of ME, so you'll always be inspired." Kirk laughed his easy laugh and even Skye smiled. Charlie grabbed Kirk's face in both hands and squeezed his cheeks, rocked his head back and forth, like an adoring granny, and said in his best little baby voice: "Ooooh yes. Who's got a massive ego? Huh? Does he have a massive ego? Does him need people admiring him in a poster? Yes, he does! YES he does." He gave Kirk's head and back-and-forth shake.
Before Charlie knew it, Kirk had seized his arms, twisted and and tossed him on the bed, the way a college guy might with his younger cousin. He laughed. "Hey, if you had a man's body and weren't a stick, you'd KNOW that it's only right that guys like me admired!"
Charlie laughed to and said, "Ok, Mr. Ego. I take your word for it. Nice wrestling move, by the way. But you better be careful next time" he tossed back in mock threat.
"Yup. Ya got me scared. And as for moves, gotta use 'em when I can. And just to drive the point home..." he leapt up on Skye's bed, pressed his back against the wall, and made a muscle pose as if he were himself a living poster. "Yeah, I think a full-size poster of your wrestling mentor--ME!--would look great here." He performed a little trick of flexing just the tips of his impressive biceps up and down, like raising eyebrows.
This cracked Charlie up. "Oooooh!! Mr Kirk?" he cried in a falsetto, "can I have one too?"
"Only to mentoree, sorry." There was the tiniest of pauses, all three guys grinning. In that moment, Skye heard a creaky dorm slam open and voice calling out: “Fuuuuuuuck!"
During the ten-minute walk to the dorm, Kirk continued to play guide. "Yeah this is sort of a jock dorm." Skye, unfamiliar with the term, pictured a bunch of students running around the dorm in their straps, but then realized he had misunderstood. "Lots of wrestlers there but other athletes too: runners, soccer playes, even some lax guys. Hey, isn't lax a native game?" No sooner had the words escaped his lips than he regretted them. He knew enough not to continually draw attention to his mentoree's "difference" and he mentally smacked his forehead for his insensitivity.
"Your roommate's Charlie. Super chill dude. He's a soccer player but kinda tall and lanky compared to most of them. Also, I should warn you. Dude LOVES being naked. I think he spend most of his time in the dorm nude, altho he does have one pair of shorts he'll sometimes wear." Skye didn't know what to make of this. He had been proud of adjusting to the nudity of the other wrestlers in the showers, but if his roomie was nude 24/7, who knew what that'd be like?
They arrived at a non-descript brick building, marked "Beede Hall." It seemed fairly new and solid, especially compared to the rundown buildings on the Rez.
"Welcome to your dorm, buddy," said Kirk as he opened the door. "Real men take the stair. Keeps us in shape. You're on the fourth floor." Kirk walking-lunged up the stairs two at a time. Skye followed.
Kirk opened the stairwell door to reveal a hallway with rooms on either side and a batthroom at the far end. They passed the first three doors and knocked on the fourth one. "Hey asshole!" yelled Kirk with a grin. "You in? I got your new roomie....and for his sake would you put some fuckin clothes on?" The door was opened by a 19 year old guy, a little over 6 feet, pale skin and blond hair. He was shirtless and Skye, like every guy who had ever been in this situation, noticed his impressive abs rack with instant admiration. Despite Kirk's warning, this fellow was not naked but was sporting a pair of military green silkies--the kind you could see in photos of West Point or Annapolis: extremely short, made of parachute material and so thin it was impossible not to notice the outline of the wearer's penis head. Even Skye knew about these shorts and the unspoken understanding that this was the ONLY skimpy short a straight guy could wear and get away with it, thanks to his military situation. Obviously, Skye's roommate wasn't in the military, so Skye wondered what the story was. He couldn't help glancing down to see a pretty sizable cock head and also to note that this guy must have low hangers as each ball was partially visible. None of this bothered the new roommate, of course.
"Hey, bro! I'm Charlie. Nice to meetcha and welcome to our very own Buckingham palace." He gestured grandly around the small room. Skye did not get the reference, but he smiled, stuck out his hand and said, in a quiet voice, "Hey. I'm Skye."
"Skye just had his first practice with us," said Kirk, " and I'm his mentor, making sure he's got everything he needs." That last statement instantly brought back Kirk's generosity with his boxer briefs in the locker room, and Skey became aware of how they hugged his skin and cradled his balls.
"Cool," said Charlie. "Here's your bunk and your side of the closet. I left the beds on the ground, but if you're cool, we could also make bunk bed to have a little more space." Skye barely processed this as he found himself staring at the carefree cock and balls barely contained in the silkies. "Um. sure....whatever you want."
"Actually, dude," said Kirk, "I'm surprised to find you in a state of... well... Dress. I should tell you I've already warned Skye about how you fuckin love to be naked."
Charlie grinned. "Sure do. Hope that's all right with you, man."
Skye: "It's your room."
Charlie laughed. "OUR room, man... you and me. Now where's your stuff. I can help you unpack if you want."
Hot flames of embarrassment shot up through Skye as he thought of his one paper bag with a few articles of clothing and some toiletries. "Nah," he answered. "I'll do it in a minute."
Kirk picked up on the situation and for the second time within a few minutes he berated himself silently for not having foreseen this. Quickly, he said, "And this space on the wall is where you can put your wrestling posters and shit. Including, if I may advise, a huge one of ME, so you'll always be inspired." Kirk laughed his easy laugh and even Skye smiled. Charlie grabbed Kirk's face in both hands and squeezed his cheeks, rocked his head back and forth, like an adoring granny, and said in his best little baby voice: "Ooooh yes. Who's got a massive ego? Huh? Does he have a massive ego? Does him need people admiring him in a poster? Yes, he does! YES he does." He gave Kirk's head and back-and-forth shake.
Before Charlie knew it, Kirk had seized his arms, twisted and and tossed him on the bed, the way a college guy might with his younger cousin. He laughed. "Hey, if you had a man's body and weren't a stick, you'd KNOW that it's only right that guys like me admired!"
Charlie laughed to and said, "Ok, Mr. Ego. I take your word for it. Nice wrestling move, by the way. But you better be careful next time" he tossed back in mock threat.
"Yup. Ya got me scared. And as for moves, gotta use 'em when I can. And just to drive the point home..." he leapt up on Skye's bed, pressed his back against the wall, and made a muscle pose as if he were himself a living poster. "Yeah, I think a full-size poster of your wrestling mentor--ME!--would look great here." He performed a little trick of flexing just the tips of his impressive biceps up and down, like raising eyebrows.
This cracked Charlie up. "Oooooh!! Mr Kirk?" he cried in a falsetto, "can I have one too?"
"Only to mentoree, sorry." There was the tiniest of pauses, all three guys grinning. In that moment, Skye heard a creaky dorm slam open and voice calling out: “Fuuuuuuuck!"
In that moment, Skye heard a creaky dorm slam open and voice calling out: “Fuuuuuuuck! Get outta my way! I gotta take a shower right now!!”
Both Skye and Charlie leapt to their feet and peered out in the hall, though Skye had a sense that Charlie already knew what he’d see. A student of medium build but clear athletic skill —a little over 6 feet, with tanned while skin and fine preppy features topped by adorable brown curly hair--had just burst through the door and was kicking off his sneakers as he jetted toward the bathroom and shower. The shoes dropped and he jammed one finger in his socks and quickly pulled them off--hopping on one leg for a moment-- and merely left them on the hall floor. Off came the shirt with a practiced movement and he called out again: “If anyone’s in the shower, they have to get out now! Beth said I could take her out—FINALLY!— tonight, and I gotta get cleaned up! Man, I am gonna get SOOOOO laid!.” He shucked off his gym shorts just as he got to the bathroom door, and he pushed down his jockstrap and, like the other clothes, let it fall. “Move, fuckers! I gotta get cleaned up so I cant get dirty!” Fortunately for him, there was was only one guy in the shower, and even more fortunately, there was a spare towel.
“Who’s that?” asked Skye, stunned.
“Him? Oh, that’s Chris. He always does shit like that. He’s always running down the halt get a shower so he can get laid. It’s like he’s such a horn dog that he can’t even be bothered to put his clothes in his room, and I’ll be goddammed if every time, one of us goes ahead and picks up his stuff and throws it on his bed.I don’t know why we do that. My mom’d callout reinforcing bad behavior, but I guess we all can empathize with him.”
“Empathize?”
“Yeah…. He does this periodically, but he never gets laid… and as that’s pretty much the case with all of us, we have some empathy! Poor dude. One day he’s gonna get laid… and, oh my god I just realized when that day comes we’re gonna have to hear about it for months!” Charlie smiled and even chuckled.
More yelling could be discerned from the hall bathroom:
“Dude! Move! I gotta shower quick and get to Beth’s dorm before she changes her mind.”
“Take it easy, bro! I’m almost done. 30 more seconds won’t make any difference. It’s not like you’re actually gonna get laid anyway. We’ve all seen this picture before.”
“You’ll be eating those words when I get back and all the cum’s been drained outta my balls.”
“Whatever.”
There was some movement, a change in the shower pressure, and a minute later a large, red-haired fellow emerged wearing a towel around his waist. He looked at Chris’s clothes on the hall floor and rolled his eyes. “That fucker! He always does this, and it never works for him. Oh well, maybe this time’ll be different.”
Charlie turned to Skye: “Wanna do your good deed for today? Let’s help the poor guy out and pick up his clothes.” Skye started ask why but then thought better of it. He walked to the end of the hall and picked up Chris’s jockstrap and shorts while Charlie grabbed the other gear. He opened the door to Chris’s room and tossed his clothes on his bed.
“Ya know,” said Charlie, “I think I get why he’s so outta control. He told me once that, as an observant Mormon, he’s not allowed to… ya know… take care of his needs.”
“What needs?” asked Skye
“You know…. ‘needs’.” He made a fist just like Kirk had in the locker room, put it between his legs and pumped it back and forth. “That’s why he’s s desperate. Hell, I think it even bothers him that I spend so much my time here naked…. Although now that I think of it, he does strip and run down the hall naked a lot. I guess that’s just some other way of expressing himself, sincere’s so repressed otherwise. I wonder if I oughtta ask my psychology prof about it.” Charlie snorted at this idea and then asked aloud as if in meeting: “Um Professor, I got a hall mate who always strips and runs naked to the showers. I think it’s because he’s Mormon and hasn’t been laid yet. What do you think?” Charlie stared into space, mutely completing his fantasy.
Skye looked at him and then said, “Well, I guess we’ve done our part. I’m going back to the room.” He returned and sat on his bed, thinking about how his day had been so far. He heard the patter of naked feet on the hall floor and knew that Chris was in his room getting dressed for his big evening, so he was surprised when he heard a knock on the open door.
“Guys! Ya gotta help me!” Chris stood there naked, his cock half hard and his balls rising; clearly, he’d had to deal with them in the shower. “I don’t have any fucking underwear that’s clean!”
“I guess you not only don’t have any fucking underwear, you also don’t have any fucking undewear!” quipped Charlie. “What do you expect me to do about it?”
“Dude! I’d help you out. I can’t go on this date without clean underwear. I’ve heard she’s super picky, and I can’t go wearing stretched out grimy briefs or whatever.”
“Chris, if you ever listened, you’d know I don’t own any underwear. I go commando when I go out and, as you should know, I spend almost all my time here nude, so I can’t help you.”
“Fuck! What am I gonna do? I’m gonna die if I don’t get laid!”
“Well,” returned Charlie, “I just remembered. I have this.” He got up and went to his top drawer and pull out… a G string whose pouch was designed to look like a tuxedo, complete with bowtie. Charlie grinned. I got this at a party last semester. You want this?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Cried Chris. “ I can’t go on a date wearing that. The minute she undoes my pants, she see it and laugh and then get angry.”
Skye almost said, “Then why are you so desperate about her? She sounds like a pain in the ass.”
Chris gritted his teeth. He then turned to Skye and seemed to register his presence for the first time. Charlie saw this and said, “Well, since you didn’t give me half a second to introduce you, this is Skye, my roomie. Skye, this is Chris.” And yet again, Skye had to stand to shake hands with a naked guy. He mused to himself, “I wonder if I’ll spend my entire first term shaking hands with the nudists.”
“Hey, Skye… you don’t have any underwear I could borrow, do you?”
This could hardly have been asked at a worse time. Skye was too embarrassed to let Chris and Charlie know that he had only one pair of briefs. And he certainly couldn’t lend out Kirk’s boxer briefs.
“Dude!” said Charlie. “You just met the guy."
“I know,” said Chris, “ but I gotta do something.”
“Sorry, man,” said Skye. “I don’t have any underwear to lend.” He kept a flinty look on his face so there’d be no further questioning.
“But you just got here, didn’t you?” asked Chris. “Don’t you have any clean pairs?”
“Look I told you I don’t have any, okay?" Skye could feel the all too familiar flush of shame creeping back up his face.
Charlie intervened: “Bro, you’d just gonna have to go commando. Once she sees your dick, she won’t care about what kind of underwear you’re wearing… or not wearing. Now go pull a pair of jeans over that cock of yours and leave us along.”
Chris stared for a moment but recognized his defeat and withdrew to his room.
“Man,” laughed Charlie, “that guy’s a pain in the ass…though it’s hard to dislike him.”
Both Skye and Charlie leapt to their feet and peered out in the hall, though Skye had a sense that Charlie already knew what he’d see. A student of medium build but clear athletic skill —a little over 6 feet, with tanned while skin and fine preppy features topped by adorable brown curly hair--had just burst through the door and was kicking off his sneakers as he jetted toward the bathroom and shower. The shoes dropped and he jammed one finger in his socks and quickly pulled them off--hopping on one leg for a moment-- and merely left them on the hall floor. Off came the shirt with a practiced movement and he called out again: “If anyone’s in the shower, they have to get out now! Beth said I could take her out—FINALLY!— tonight, and I gotta get cleaned up! Man, I am gonna get SOOOOO laid!.” He shucked off his gym shorts just as he got to the bathroom door, and he pushed down his jockstrap and, like the other clothes, let it fall. “Move, fuckers! I gotta get cleaned up so I cant get dirty!” Fortunately for him, there was was only one guy in the shower, and even more fortunately, there was a spare towel.
“Who’s that?” asked Skye, stunned.
“Him? Oh, that’s Chris. He always does shit like that. He’s always running down the halt get a shower so he can get laid. It’s like he’s such a horn dog that he can’t even be bothered to put his clothes in his room, and I’ll be goddammed if every time, one of us goes ahead and picks up his stuff and throws it on his bed.I don’t know why we do that. My mom’d callout reinforcing bad behavior, but I guess we all can empathize with him.”
“Empathize?”
“Yeah…. He does this periodically, but he never gets laid… and as that’s pretty much the case with all of us, we have some empathy! Poor dude. One day he’s gonna get laid… and, oh my god I just realized when that day comes we’re gonna have to hear about it for months!” Charlie smiled and even chuckled.
More yelling could be discerned from the hall bathroom:
“Dude! Move! I gotta shower quick and get to Beth’s dorm before she changes her mind.”
“Take it easy, bro! I’m almost done. 30 more seconds won’t make any difference. It’s not like you’re actually gonna get laid anyway. We’ve all seen this picture before.”
“You’ll be eating those words when I get back and all the cum’s been drained outta my balls.”
“Whatever.”
There was some movement, a change in the shower pressure, and a minute later a large, red-haired fellow emerged wearing a towel around his waist. He looked at Chris’s clothes on the hall floor and rolled his eyes. “That fucker! He always does this, and it never works for him. Oh well, maybe this time’ll be different.”
Charlie turned to Skye: “Wanna do your good deed for today? Let’s help the poor guy out and pick up his clothes.” Skye started ask why but then thought better of it. He walked to the end of the hall and picked up Chris’s jockstrap and shorts while Charlie grabbed the other gear. He opened the door to Chris’s room and tossed his clothes on his bed.
“Ya know,” said Charlie, “I think I get why he’s so outta control. He told me once that, as an observant Mormon, he’s not allowed to… ya know… take care of his needs.”
“What needs?” asked Skye
“You know…. ‘needs’.” He made a fist just like Kirk had in the locker room, put it between his legs and pumped it back and forth. “That’s why he’s s desperate. Hell, I think it even bothers him that I spend so much my time here naked…. Although now that I think of it, he does strip and run down the hall naked a lot. I guess that’s just some other way of expressing himself, sincere’s so repressed otherwise. I wonder if I oughtta ask my psychology prof about it.” Charlie snorted at this idea and then asked aloud as if in meeting: “Um Professor, I got a hall mate who always strips and runs naked to the showers. I think it’s because he’s Mormon and hasn’t been laid yet. What do you think?” Charlie stared into space, mutely completing his fantasy.
Skye looked at him and then said, “Well, I guess we’ve done our part. I’m going back to the room.” He returned and sat on his bed, thinking about how his day had been so far. He heard the patter of naked feet on the hall floor and knew that Chris was in his room getting dressed for his big evening, so he was surprised when he heard a knock on the open door.
“Guys! Ya gotta help me!” Chris stood there naked, his cock half hard and his balls rising; clearly, he’d had to deal with them in the shower. “I don’t have any fucking underwear that’s clean!”
“I guess you not only don’t have any fucking underwear, you also don’t have any fucking undewear!” quipped Charlie. “What do you expect me to do about it?”
“Dude! I’d help you out. I can’t go on this date without clean underwear. I’ve heard she’s super picky, and I can’t go wearing stretched out grimy briefs or whatever.”
“Chris, if you ever listened, you’d know I don’t own any underwear. I go commando when I go out and, as you should know, I spend almost all my time here nude, so I can’t help you.”
“Fuck! What am I gonna do? I’m gonna die if I don’t get laid!”
“Well,” returned Charlie, “I just remembered. I have this.” He got up and went to his top drawer and pull out… a G string whose pouch was designed to look like a tuxedo, complete with bowtie. Charlie grinned. I got this at a party last semester. You want this?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Cried Chris. “ I can’t go on a date wearing that. The minute she undoes my pants, she see it and laugh and then get angry.”
Skye almost said, “Then why are you so desperate about her? She sounds like a pain in the ass.”
Chris gritted his teeth. He then turned to Skye and seemed to register his presence for the first time. Charlie saw this and said, “Well, since you didn’t give me half a second to introduce you, this is Skye, my roomie. Skye, this is Chris.” And yet again, Skye had to stand to shake hands with a naked guy. He mused to himself, “I wonder if I’ll spend my entire first term shaking hands with the nudists.”
“Hey, Skye… you don’t have any underwear I could borrow, do you?”
This could hardly have been asked at a worse time. Skye was too embarrassed to let Chris and Charlie know that he had only one pair of briefs. And he certainly couldn’t lend out Kirk’s boxer briefs.
“Dude!” said Charlie. “You just met the guy."
“I know,” said Chris, “ but I gotta do something.”
“Sorry, man,” said Skye. “I don’t have any underwear to lend.” He kept a flinty look on his face so there’d be no further questioning.
“But you just got here, didn’t you?” asked Chris. “Don’t you have any clean pairs?”
“Look I told you I don’t have any, okay?" Skye could feel the all too familiar flush of shame creeping back up his face.
Charlie intervened: “Bro, you’d just gonna have to go commando. Once she sees your dick, she won’t care about what kind of underwear you’re wearing… or not wearing. Now go pull a pair of jeans over that cock of yours and leave us along.”
Chris stared for a moment but recognized his defeat and withdrew to his room.
“Man,” laughed Charlie, “that guy’s a pain in the ass…though it’s hard to dislike him.”
You're very kind to inquire. I have the next scene in mind but haven't written it yet. I appreciate your checking.
Thanks, bro. Working on next scene.
Finally got around to this. Apologies to anyone still interested. remember, this isn't porn. It's not eve erotica; it's more about bro-manship.
Charlie intervened: “Bro, you’d just gonna have to go commando. Once she sees your dick, she won’t care about what kind of underwear you’re wearing… or not wearing. Now go pull a pair of jeans over that cock of yours and leave us along.”
Chris stared for a moment but recognized his defeat and withdrew to his room.
“Man,” laughed Charlie, “that guy’s a pain in the ass…though it’s hard to dislike him.”
Skye just smiled faintly. He sat on his bed, kind of staring into space, and then gradually became aware that Charlie had settled back in his desk chair, naked, and picked up his book again. Skye, still in his borrowed boxer briefs, got up, rummaged through his paper bag and extracted a toothbrush and toothpaste and without a word padded down the hall to the bathroom.
When I returned, he saw Charlie had not moved an inch. Skye was beginning to feel a little ill at ease; he had made considerable progress with being comfortable with other guys' nudity just that afternoon, but in a tight dorm room with just one other guy, he sensed his shyness returning.
"Guess I'll hit the hay," he remarked to his rommate, whose mind was miles away. Skye rolled his eyes at the hoedown, corny expression and pulled back the sheets. He had considered changing into his white briefs, but he didn't want the commentary.
Without even lifting his eyes from his book, Charlie remarked, "You gonna sleep in those?"
"Uh, sure... Why not?" responded Skye feeling the heat of embarrassment creeping up his neck.
"Oh, no reason. I just don't get why guys don't sleep naked. Unless you're like me, fuckin' nude all the time, that means you spend 90% of your time with elastic around your waist, and that seems like a pain. You should try sleeping naked, man."
"Oh. Well..." Skye was flummoxed. " Maybe I'll give that a try some time." He hastily rolled into bed and pulled up the sheet.
"Well, your timing's perfect. I'm finished reading." Charlie snapped his book shut, stood up, stretched in the lamp light so Skye could see every inch of his impressive cock and balls. Charlie couldn't have been more unselfconscious. He grabbed his shaving kit and, balls swinging, marched down the hall. Skye settled back.
Within a couple of hours of falling asleep, Skye began to be troubled. He thrashed about and moaned. His body seemed under the control of some outside force. He kicked a little, twisted, let a groan or two escape, continued vocalizing as his hips began to buck and with one formidible moan he woke himself up, just in time to feel his erect penis spurting all over his boxer briefs.
This last groan woke up Charlie. "Hey, dude," he asked, "you okay?"
Skye could barely answer through gritted teeth as his orgasm began slowly to subside.
"Uh, sure.... Was I making noise? Sorry, man."
"Welll, you were kinda groaning pretty loud. You're sure you're okay?"
"Yup. Fine. Just, ya know, an intense dream."
"Yeah, I know," said Charlie. "I've had 'intense dreams' of my own sometimes..."
A silence ensued.
"So..." Skye didn't know what to do. Should he change? That would be excruciatingly embarrassing, but if he didn't--and if he didn't clean up the underwear--the stains would be a dead giveaway. He cleared his throat, then said nothing.
Charlie broke the silence: "Dude, you don't have to worry."
"Worry?" asked Skye awkwardly. "Why would I worry about a dream?"
"Skye," continued Charlie. "This is no big deal. Every guy on this hallways' had a wet dream before. Hell, a couple of them are probably having them now." He grinned
"Oh fuck," moaned Skye. "Was it that obvious?"
"Well yeah," said Charlie. "I've had 'em and I know what they're like. I mean, it's not such a problem, is it? So you jizzed in a pair of boxer-briefs. You can clean em tomorrow, if you want. I actually know a good way to do that, if you wanna learn."
"Sure. Yeah. Thanks," answered Skye. "Thanks for being so cool about it."
"Dude, every guy on this hall, in this dorm, on this campus, is horny as fuck ALL THE TIME. It's no wonder we jizz in the night half the time. we're a brotherhood. We gotta stick together. Or at least stick to ourselves!"" Realizing a moment later that he'd made a kind of joke, he chuckled.
Skye laughed at that one. The laugh reduced his tension and he made a courageous move. "It's just that... well, these boxer briefs aren't mine."
"Well, whose are they, some dude on the team whose underwear you swiped?" Again, Charlie chuckled.
"Nah,but they do belong to a guy on the team: Kirk."
"Why do you have Kirk's boxer briefs?" asked Charlie.
"It's embarrassing, man."
"Fuck that. Just tell me, dude."
"You know I came from the Rez, right? Well, we were fuckin dirt poor. The truth is, I only have one pair of underwear: old white briefs."
Another silence fell, broken after a moment by Charlie.
"So how did Kirk find that out?"
"He saw I only had this paper bag, and I was about to pull on my briefs to wrestle in when he asked about it. I didn't wanna tell him, but I did, and he showed me that the school supplied jockstraps. Then at the end of practice, he gave me this pair of unworn boxer briefs, and now they've got fuckin cum all over the front."
"Man, I wish you'd told me," said Charlie. "I'd have lent you a pair."
"I thought you didn't have any like you told Chris."
"Well, I kinda lied to him. I know he'd never give 'em back if I lent them. Do you wanna borrow them? I may have lied about owning them, but I was telling the truth about going commando all the time."
"Naw. Thanks, but I think I'll just pull on my briefs."
"Your call, man, but for fuck's sake why not just sleep nude? I'm tellin' ya. It's the best option."
A third silence in the dark. Without a word, Skye stood up, pulled the damp and sticky boxer briefs off and tossed them on the floor. he turned to his grocery bag, paused, and with a shrug that his roommate couldn't see, climbed back into bed, willing to try sleeping in the nude for the first time.
Charlie intervened: “Bro, you’d just gonna have to go commando. Once she sees your dick, she won’t care about what kind of underwear you’re wearing… or not wearing. Now go pull a pair of jeans over that cock of yours and leave us along.”
Chris stared for a moment but recognized his defeat and withdrew to his room.
“Man,” laughed Charlie, “that guy’s a pain in the ass…though it’s hard to dislike him.”
Skye just smiled faintly. He sat on his bed, kind of staring into space, and then gradually became aware that Charlie had settled back in his desk chair, naked, and picked up his book again. Skye, still in his borrowed boxer briefs, got up, rummaged through his paper bag and extracted a toothbrush and toothpaste and without a word padded down the hall to the bathroom.
When I returned, he saw Charlie had not moved an inch. Skye was beginning to feel a little ill at ease; he had made considerable progress with being comfortable with other guys' nudity just that afternoon, but in a tight dorm room with just one other guy, he sensed his shyness returning.
"Guess I'll hit the hay," he remarked to his rommate, whose mind was miles away. Skye rolled his eyes at the hoedown, corny expression and pulled back the sheets. He had considered changing into his white briefs, but he didn't want the commentary.
Without even lifting his eyes from his book, Charlie remarked, "You gonna sleep in those?"
"Uh, sure... Why not?" responded Skye feeling the heat of embarrassment creeping up his neck.
"Oh, no reason. I just don't get why guys don't sleep naked. Unless you're like me, fuckin' nude all the time, that means you spend 90% of your time with elastic around your waist, and that seems like a pain. You should try sleeping naked, man."
"Oh. Well..." Skye was flummoxed. " Maybe I'll give that a try some time." He hastily rolled into bed and pulled up the sheet.
"Well, your timing's perfect. I'm finished reading." Charlie snapped his book shut, stood up, stretched in the lamp light so Skye could see every inch of his impressive cock and balls. Charlie couldn't have been more unselfconscious. He grabbed his shaving kit and, balls swinging, marched down the hall. Skye settled back.
Within a couple of hours of falling asleep, Skye began to be troubled. He thrashed about and moaned. His body seemed under the control of some outside force. He kicked a little, twisted, let a groan or two escape, continued vocalizing as his hips began to buck and with one formidible moan he woke himself up, just in time to feel his erect penis spurting all over his boxer briefs.
This last groan woke up Charlie. "Hey, dude," he asked, "you okay?"
Skye could barely answer through gritted teeth as his orgasm began slowly to subside.
"Uh, sure.... Was I making noise? Sorry, man."
"Welll, you were kinda groaning pretty loud. You're sure you're okay?"
"Yup. Fine. Just, ya know, an intense dream."
"Yeah, I know," said Charlie. "I've had 'intense dreams' of my own sometimes..."
A silence ensued.
"So..." Skye didn't know what to do. Should he change? That would be excruciatingly embarrassing, but if he didn't--and if he didn't clean up the underwear--the stains would be a dead giveaway. He cleared his throat, then said nothing.
Charlie broke the silence: "Dude, you don't have to worry."
"Worry?" asked Skye awkwardly. "Why would I worry about a dream?"
"Skye," continued Charlie. "This is no big deal. Every guy on this hallways' had a wet dream before. Hell, a couple of them are probably having them now." He grinned
"Oh fuck," moaned Skye. "Was it that obvious?"
"Well yeah," said Charlie. "I've had 'em and I know what they're like. I mean, it's not such a problem, is it? So you jizzed in a pair of boxer-briefs. You can clean em tomorrow, if you want. I actually know a good way to do that, if you wanna learn."
"Sure. Yeah. Thanks," answered Skye. "Thanks for being so cool about it."
"Dude, every guy on this hall, in this dorm, on this campus, is horny as fuck ALL THE TIME. It's no wonder we jizz in the night half the time. we're a brotherhood. We gotta stick together. Or at least stick to ourselves!"" Realizing a moment later that he'd made a kind of joke, he chuckled.
Skye laughed at that one. The laugh reduced his tension and he made a courageous move. "It's just that... well, these boxer briefs aren't mine."
"Well, whose are they, some dude on the team whose underwear you swiped?" Again, Charlie chuckled.
"Nah,but they do belong to a guy on the team: Kirk."
"Why do you have Kirk's boxer briefs?" asked Charlie.
"It's embarrassing, man."
"Fuck that. Just tell me, dude."
"You know I came from the Rez, right? Well, we were fuckin dirt poor. The truth is, I only have one pair of underwear: old white briefs."
Another silence fell, broken after a moment by Charlie.
"So how did Kirk find that out?"
"He saw I only had this paper bag, and I was about to pull on my briefs to wrestle in when he asked about it. I didn't wanna tell him, but I did, and he showed me that the school supplied jockstraps. Then at the end of practice, he gave me this pair of unworn boxer briefs, and now they've got fuckin cum all over the front."
"Man, I wish you'd told me," said Charlie. "I'd have lent you a pair."
"I thought you didn't have any like you told Chris."
"Well, I kinda lied to him. I know he'd never give 'em back if I lent them. Do you wanna borrow them? I may have lied about owning them, but I was telling the truth about going commando all the time."
"Naw. Thanks, but I think I'll just pull on my briefs."
"Your call, man, but for fuck's sake why not just sleep nude? I'm tellin' ya. It's the best option."
A third silence in the dark. Without a word, Skye stood up, pulled the damp and sticky boxer briefs off and tossed them on the floor. he turned to his grocery bag, paused, and with a shrug that his roommate couldn't see, climbed back into bed, willing to try sleeping in the nude for the first time.
Like a sea mammal slowing rising to the surface of the ocean, Skye's consciousness began to stir languidly. At a certain point he became aware of two things. First, he was awake without having realized when it happened. Second, his penis was as hard as he could ever remember it being. He was used to waking up with morning wood; it happened all the time. But this time the intensity and urgency of his penis was beyond anything he had every known. He lay there, not knowing quite what to do. He had to take a piss, of course, but he certainly wasn't going to get up with a dick that was a dead giveaway.
As he lay there, trying to deflate, he became aware that Charlie was stirring. A moment later, his roommate yawned, and with one swift motion tossed his covers aside. Of course, Skye already knew that Charlie wasn't shy or self-conscious, but it nonetheless surprised him to see his roommate, who apparently was possessed of instant energy, literally jump out of bed, his own erection on full display and bouncing up and down as he moved.
Charlie tugged on his ballsac and gave his cock a couple of good-morning strokes and grabbed his bathroom kit, marched to the room door, tugged in open, and having misjudged the distance momentarily, actually knocked the door into his jutting penis.
"Yipes! Cold!" he muttered and then walked into the hall and down to the bathroom.
Skye lay there trying to think of anything he possibly could to reduce his erection: violent war scenes, embarrassing moments from childhood, fights... and after a few minutes his dick had become more manageable. He really had to piss now but he had to make a choice. He knew that marching to the bathroom in tighty-whities would draw comments he just didn't want to hear, but he also knew that wearing Kirk's boxer briefs with the cum stains in them would invite even more pointed commentary.
He looked around and saw the boxer briefs and grabbed them for inspection. To his surprise, the cum spurts seem to have landed on the inside waistband and kind of on one leg, so they weren't immediately obvious to a casual observer. He got up quickly before Charlie returned and pulled on the underwear. His cock at this point was mostly flaccid... but then he recalled the comments in the locker room from the day before--that he apparently had a penis that was much bigger than average. Well, there was nothing to be done about it now. He tried to pull the boxer briefs a little lower so his penis wouldn't be quite so noticeable. He padded to the door and entered the hallway.
Must have been some kind of cosmic rhythmic dance going on; the moment he entered the hall, half a dozen guys opened their room doors, almost like they'd rehearsed it. With a few grunts and even a barely distinguishable "good morning" from one of the better raised guys, all of them stumbled to the bathroom. What caught Skye by surprise is that without exception every guy there had morning wood, and none of them seemed to give it a second thought. A couple of them wore loose boxers whose front tented out thanks to their morning erection. One guy had on striped boxer briefs, another just plain black pouch briefs and two others were completely naked. Not a one of them made a comment about ther erections that filled the hall.
Stunned, but desperate, Skye followed them to the bathroom which had three urinals, one stall and a small shower area with three heads that were already running hot water.
"Fuck, I gotta piss," muttered one redheaded fellow; pale skin and super defined abs. "Move over."
"Can't, dude. I'm in the middle of pissing myself... Well, not "pissing myself" if you know what I mean!" A couple of chuckles were emitted at this lame joke but mostly the guys were waking up still. "Just come share the urinal if you're that desperate."
"Ok, thanks, man." The redhead scooted in between the dark-haired fellow and another crew cut guy, pulled his hard shaft over the waistband of his hoxer briefs, and aimed it at the urinal.
There was a small guy there, maybe only 5'5" and wearing wire-rimmed glasses, even at this point of the morning. He had sandy brown hair and an intelligent look. He was the one wearing the briefs. "Who the hell designed this?" he asked.
"Designed what?" responded one of the others.
"Our dicks! I guess there's a reason she's called MOTHER Nature. No guy would design a system where you wake up hard every morning but can't piss BECAUSE you're hard. It's fucked up. And it's not like my dick's such a monster that it takes an hour to go down, but still. It's fuckin inconvenient." To prove his point, he yanked down the front of his briefs and out popped a small, erect penis. It seemed proportional to his overall size: maybe 5 inches max, but notably stiff. He pivoted his hips, causing the cock to sway back and forth hitting each thigh in turn. The other guys laughed, having all done this themselves in the journey of self-discovery that puberty had created.
"Oh quite whinining, ya pussy. Your dick's your dick. Gotta love it."
"Yeah, I know. And I do.... ya know, for the most part."
A tall lean fellow wearing boxers said, "Well, if it's any consolation, I think your dick looks awesome. Ya know, aesthetically, since you're Mr. Philosopher.
"Thank you, my man," replied the brief wearer. "I shall take it as a kindness." He put his hand to his bare chest and made a mock theatrical bow of courtesy.
Suddenly, Skye heard a voice whispering in his ear. "That's Alex. He's kind of our resident intellectual. He's not really on a team, but he works out and we lobbied for him to be admitted to the athletes' dorm. Kinda funny. Kinda nerdy. Kinda small."
Skye said nothing. At that point, a urinal opened up and he approached it and pulled out his penis. A minute later, relieved after his morning piss, he turned around and took in the scene. Naked dudes just talking, waiting to shower, other dudes with erections, brushing their teeth, a couple of guys returning to bed. Only one of them, a giant of a fellow with messy dark curled hair and notably thick eye lashes, let his eyes linger on Skye and then drop to look at Kirk's boxer briefs. For a moment, Skye panicked, thinking the evidence of his dream was obvious, but after what was a stare perhaps a little too long, the fellow turned and walked out into the hallway.
Skye returned to his room and changed into his brief. He waited till Charlie returned and then cleared his throat.
Charlie beat him to the punch. "Yeah, I told you about cleaning jizz out of underwear. Lemme show you."
As he lay there, trying to deflate, he became aware that Charlie was stirring. A moment later, his roommate yawned, and with one swift motion tossed his covers aside. Of course, Skye already knew that Charlie wasn't shy or self-conscious, but it nonetheless surprised him to see his roommate, who apparently was possessed of instant energy, literally jump out of bed, his own erection on full display and bouncing up and down as he moved.
Charlie tugged on his ballsac and gave his cock a couple of good-morning strokes and grabbed his bathroom kit, marched to the room door, tugged in open, and having misjudged the distance momentarily, actually knocked the door into his jutting penis.
"Yipes! Cold!" he muttered and then walked into the hall and down to the bathroom.
Skye lay there trying to think of anything he possibly could to reduce his erection: violent war scenes, embarrassing moments from childhood, fights... and after a few minutes his dick had become more manageable. He really had to piss now but he had to make a choice. He knew that marching to the bathroom in tighty-whities would draw comments he just didn't want to hear, but he also knew that wearing Kirk's boxer briefs with the cum stains in them would invite even more pointed commentary.
He looked around and saw the boxer briefs and grabbed them for inspection. To his surprise, the cum spurts seem to have landed on the inside waistband and kind of on one leg, so they weren't immediately obvious to a casual observer. He got up quickly before Charlie returned and pulled on the underwear. His cock at this point was mostly flaccid... but then he recalled the comments in the locker room from the day before--that he apparently had a penis that was much bigger than average. Well, there was nothing to be done about it now. He tried to pull the boxer briefs a little lower so his penis wouldn't be quite so noticeable. He padded to the door and entered the hallway.
Must have been some kind of cosmic rhythmic dance going on; the moment he entered the hall, half a dozen guys opened their room doors, almost like they'd rehearsed it. With a few grunts and even a barely distinguishable "good morning" from one of the better raised guys, all of them stumbled to the bathroom. What caught Skye by surprise is that without exception every guy there had morning wood, and none of them seemed to give it a second thought. A couple of them wore loose boxers whose front tented out thanks to their morning erection. One guy had on striped boxer briefs, another just plain black pouch briefs and two others were completely naked. Not a one of them made a comment about ther erections that filled the hall.
Stunned, but desperate, Skye followed them to the bathroom which had three urinals, one stall and a small shower area with three heads that were already running hot water.
"Fuck, I gotta piss," muttered one redheaded fellow; pale skin and super defined abs. "Move over."
"Can't, dude. I'm in the middle of pissing myself... Well, not "pissing myself" if you know what I mean!" A couple of chuckles were emitted at this lame joke but mostly the guys were waking up still. "Just come share the urinal if you're that desperate."
"Ok, thanks, man." The redhead scooted in between the dark-haired fellow and another crew cut guy, pulled his hard shaft over the waistband of his hoxer briefs, and aimed it at the urinal.
There was a small guy there, maybe only 5'5" and wearing wire-rimmed glasses, even at this point of the morning. He had sandy brown hair and an intelligent look. He was the one wearing the briefs. "Who the hell designed this?" he asked.
"Designed what?" responded one of the others.
"Our dicks! I guess there's a reason she's called MOTHER Nature. No guy would design a system where you wake up hard every morning but can't piss BECAUSE you're hard. It's fucked up. And it's not like my dick's such a monster that it takes an hour to go down, but still. It's fuckin inconvenient." To prove his point, he yanked down the front of his briefs and out popped a small, erect penis. It seemed proportional to his overall size: maybe 5 inches max, but notably stiff. He pivoted his hips, causing the cock to sway back and forth hitting each thigh in turn. The other guys laughed, having all done this themselves in the journey of self-discovery that puberty had created.
"Oh quite whinining, ya pussy. Your dick's your dick. Gotta love it."
"Yeah, I know. And I do.... ya know, for the most part."
A tall lean fellow wearing boxers said, "Well, if it's any consolation, I think your dick looks awesome. Ya know, aesthetically, since you're Mr. Philosopher.
"Thank you, my man," replied the brief wearer. "I shall take it as a kindness." He put his hand to his bare chest and made a mock theatrical bow of courtesy.
Suddenly, Skye heard a voice whispering in his ear. "That's Alex. He's kind of our resident intellectual. He's not really on a team, but he works out and we lobbied for him to be admitted to the athletes' dorm. Kinda funny. Kinda nerdy. Kinda small."
Skye said nothing. At that point, a urinal opened up and he approached it and pulled out his penis. A minute later, relieved after his morning piss, he turned around and took in the scene. Naked dudes just talking, waiting to shower, other dudes with erections, brushing their teeth, a couple of guys returning to bed. Only one of them, a giant of a fellow with messy dark curled hair and notably thick eye lashes, let his eyes linger on Skye and then drop to look at Kirk's boxer briefs. For a moment, Skye panicked, thinking the evidence of his dream was obvious, but after what was a stare perhaps a little too long, the fellow turned and walked out into the hallway.
Skye returned to his room and changed into his brief. He waited till Charlie returned and then cleared his throat.
Charlie beat him to the punch. "Yeah, I told you about cleaning jizz out of underwear. Lemme show you."
Next Chapter: Native American Wrestler; Cleaning the boxer briefs
Charlie and Skye headed towards the dorm bathroom, Skye's borrowed boxer briefs in his hand, a little rumpled up so if any of the guys saw it, they wouldn't see the jizz on them. They entered the bathroom and Charlie turned on the water in one of the sinks. He had brought a small plastic squeeze bottle with him.
"Here's what my dad taught me to do," he said. Skye was taken aback at this but decided to hold his question. Charlie soaked the underwear in water, lifted them and wrung them out, and then squirted some of the bottle's content on the cum spots he noticed. A sightly acrid odor instantly permeated the air. He did this without the slightest hint of repugnance; indeed, Skye was learning that his roommate was utterly cool about seemingly everything. No subject was taboo, apparently, and no helpful gesture too small. Oddly, and perhaps impressively, while Charlie did all this, his erection maintained it notable rigor.
"Squirt this here and let it soak in for a few minutes, then wring it out again, dunk it, squeeze the water out and let it dry. You should probably also run it through the wash with your other clothes."
Skye winced slightly. This remark just reminded hum of how few other clothes he had. He had, however, by dint of careful management, saved enough money in quarters to have it ready for a few washings. Beyond that, he had no plans.
The door creaked open and in shlumped a gargantuan denizen of the dorm: easily 6'6", with bulging biceps, massive quads, a chest like a breastplate. He was wearing classic loose boxers and didn't seem to realize his penis was hanging out of the fly, an impressive slab on display.
"Hey, dude," he managed to mutter, sleep still inhabiting his face. "What's that's sme...?... Oh, yeah. Did somebody jizz in their boxers last night?"
Flames of embarrassment shot up Skye's neck as seemed to have happened regularly in the past 24 hours. The other guy took no notice. "Man, we're just a bunch of horny fuckers here, aren't we! Was it you, dude? My names Wells, by the way. Did you just move in with Mr. Nudist Colony here?"
Skye automatically shook hands yet again, though this time the other guy was not completely naked, as had been the case before. "Skye," he said.
"You just moved in, right? Wasn't Kirk with you? You a wrestler?"
"Yes, Kirk helped me move in a bit. He's kinda my mentor."
"Lucky you, man. He's cool."
"I'm gonna guess," ventured Skye, "that you play football."
"Three years on varsity, buddy. Dunno what I'm gonna do after I graduate this year."
"Maybe," piped in Charlie as he finished twisting the boxer briefs, "you could try studying AFTER college, since you don't do it now."
"I got only one thing to study, dude," smirked the muscle mountain, "and it's this." He reached inside the waistband of his boxers, but then saw that his penis was already exposed. He grabbed it at the base, marched up behing Charlie's naked ass, and cock-thwacked his butt a few times. "There! Now you can study it too."
As usual, Charlie kept his cool. "Bet that's not the first time this morning you slung your schlong around, am I right?"
"Nope!" grinned Wells. "Speaking of," he directed at Skye, "are you the guy that shot your load in those boxer briefs? Was it a wet dream or just you gettin off in bed?"
Skye still was not used to the directness of questions from some of the guys, so again the thermometer of shame rose in his face. He stammered, "Well, it was..."
Wells didn't let him answer: "Whatever, man. it's all good. I had a wet dream last week. Abso-fucking-lutely soaked my boxers. Shouldda had the Maid Charlie here clean 'em up for me."
"Whatever you say," said the phlegmatic Charlie as he smoothly, almost carelessly, and without turning around, pointed the bottled behind him, squeezed, and shot vinegar right at Well's hanging dick.
"Yeow! That's cold, man!" yelled Wells with a big grin plastered on his face. "You'll never get it hard with frigid stuff like that!"
"Wasn't my intent," answer Charlie. "Cmon, Skye, let's go back. And Wells, if I catch you jacking off on the shower..."
Wells grinned again. "No one ever catches me... unless i want 'em to! Nice to meetcha, Skye." He turned his back, shucked off his boxers, tossed them on a hook, and turned on the shower. As the other two walked down the hall, they could hear him singing some fight song off key.
"He and I give a lot of shit to each other," said Charlie, "but he's a pretty cool dude."
In the room, Skye took his wet boxers and hung them over the frame of his bed to dry. "Hey," he said, "did you say your DAD taught you how to clean up this stuff?"
"Yeah, why? Didn't yours? I just figured all dads did that."
Skye reddened again and his eyes darkened. "I... I didn't have a dad."
A silence, all the heavier because it came on the heels of such humorous banter, descended like a black cloak over the room. A few moments passed. Then Charlie: "I'm sorry, man."
Skye stood in further silence, thinking about the times he ached to have a father to model being a man, to play games, to teach how to start a fire, or even play with Legos. Anything. He was accustomed to this sorrow, however, and retrieved himself a moment later. "It's okay, man. How could you know?" Another moment then: "So was your dad this up front about everything?"
"Everything," shrugged his roomate. "He talked to be about masturbation when I was a kid, didn't exactly show me how but did explain what is was like. I got my nudity vibe from him, for sure. I grew up with him naked a lot."
"Ya know," responded Skye,"to be honest, i can't believe how calm you are about shit. Nothing fazes you, does it? Not even a hard on in the hallway."
"Hard-on in the Hallway. I think I'll write a song with that title." He grinned. "But yeah, I think I got my chill factor from him, and I figure we're all guys here, we have boners all the time, we all beat off, we all have sex dreams, I hate clothes and... well fuck yeah.... that's who I was raised to be."
Skye pondered this as he pulled on his T-shirt and said, "Amazing. Well, I gotta go over the financial aid office. I'll see you later. Thanks for the cleaning up. That will make it easier when I have to return the boxer briefs to Kirk."
"No problem, buddy. I'm here for ya. And probably Kirk couldn't give a crap about your jizzing in his underwear. If he was willing to lend it, he probably figured you couldn't keep your hands off that huge cock---don't start! It's not like I didn't notice--and that you'd have cum in them sooner or later. I'll bet he does it all the time. You need directions to the Financial Aid Office?"
"No, thanks," said Skye. "I saw it on the map. See ya later. And thanks again."
He pulled on his sneakers and walked out the door and down the stairs, thinking about the past hour.
Charlie and Skye headed towards the dorm bathroom, Skye's borrowed boxer briefs in his hand, a little rumpled up so if any of the guys saw it, they wouldn't see the jizz on them. They entered the bathroom and Charlie turned on the water in one of the sinks. He had brought a small plastic squeeze bottle with him.
"Here's what my dad taught me to do," he said. Skye was taken aback at this but decided to hold his question. Charlie soaked the underwear in water, lifted them and wrung them out, and then squirted some of the bottle's content on the cum spots he noticed. A sightly acrid odor instantly permeated the air. He did this without the slightest hint of repugnance; indeed, Skye was learning that his roommate was utterly cool about seemingly everything. No subject was taboo, apparently, and no helpful gesture too small. Oddly, and perhaps impressively, while Charlie did all this, his erection maintained it notable rigor.
"Squirt this here and let it soak in for a few minutes, then wring it out again, dunk it, squeeze the water out and let it dry. You should probably also run it through the wash with your other clothes."
Skye winced slightly. This remark just reminded hum of how few other clothes he had. He had, however, by dint of careful management, saved enough money in quarters to have it ready for a few washings. Beyond that, he had no plans.
The door creaked open and in shlumped a gargantuan denizen of the dorm: easily 6'6", with bulging biceps, massive quads, a chest like a breastplate. He was wearing classic loose boxers and didn't seem to realize his penis was hanging out of the fly, an impressive slab on display.
"Hey, dude," he managed to mutter, sleep still inhabiting his face. "What's that's sme...?... Oh, yeah. Did somebody jizz in their boxers last night?"
Flames of embarrassment shot up Skye's neck as seemed to have happened regularly in the past 24 hours. The other guy took no notice. "Man, we're just a bunch of horny fuckers here, aren't we! Was it you, dude? My names Wells, by the way. Did you just move in with Mr. Nudist Colony here?"
Skye automatically shook hands yet again, though this time the other guy was not completely naked, as had been the case before. "Skye," he said.
"You just moved in, right? Wasn't Kirk with you? You a wrestler?"
"Yes, Kirk helped me move in a bit. He's kinda my mentor."
"Lucky you, man. He's cool."
"I'm gonna guess," ventured Skye, "that you play football."
"Three years on varsity, buddy. Dunno what I'm gonna do after I graduate this year."
"Maybe," piped in Charlie as he finished twisting the boxer briefs, "you could try studying AFTER college, since you don't do it now."
"I got only one thing to study, dude," smirked the muscle mountain, "and it's this." He reached inside the waistband of his boxers, but then saw that his penis was already exposed. He grabbed it at the base, marched up behing Charlie's naked ass, and cock-thwacked his butt a few times. "There! Now you can study it too."
As usual, Charlie kept his cool. "Bet that's not the first time this morning you slung your schlong around, am I right?"
"Nope!" grinned Wells. "Speaking of," he directed at Skye, "are you the guy that shot your load in those boxer briefs? Was it a wet dream or just you gettin off in bed?"
Skye still was not used to the directness of questions from some of the guys, so again the thermometer of shame rose in his face. He stammered, "Well, it was..."
Wells didn't let him answer: "Whatever, man. it's all good. I had a wet dream last week. Abso-fucking-lutely soaked my boxers. Shouldda had the Maid Charlie here clean 'em up for me."
"Whatever you say," said the phlegmatic Charlie as he smoothly, almost carelessly, and without turning around, pointed the bottled behind him, squeezed, and shot vinegar right at Well's hanging dick.
"Yeow! That's cold, man!" yelled Wells with a big grin plastered on his face. "You'll never get it hard with frigid stuff like that!"
"Wasn't my intent," answer Charlie. "Cmon, Skye, let's go back. And Wells, if I catch you jacking off on the shower..."
Wells grinned again. "No one ever catches me... unless i want 'em to! Nice to meetcha, Skye." He turned his back, shucked off his boxers, tossed them on a hook, and turned on the shower. As the other two walked down the hall, they could hear him singing some fight song off key.
"He and I give a lot of shit to each other," said Charlie, "but he's a pretty cool dude."
In the room, Skye took his wet boxers and hung them over the frame of his bed to dry. "Hey," he said, "did you say your DAD taught you how to clean up this stuff?"
"Yeah, why? Didn't yours? I just figured all dads did that."
Skye reddened again and his eyes darkened. "I... I didn't have a dad."
A silence, all the heavier because it came on the heels of such humorous banter, descended like a black cloak over the room. A few moments passed. Then Charlie: "I'm sorry, man."
Skye stood in further silence, thinking about the times he ached to have a father to model being a man, to play games, to teach how to start a fire, or even play with Legos. Anything. He was accustomed to this sorrow, however, and retrieved himself a moment later. "It's okay, man. How could you know?" Another moment then: "So was your dad this up front about everything?"
"Everything," shrugged his roomate. "He talked to be about masturbation when I was a kid, didn't exactly show me how but did explain what is was like. I got my nudity vibe from him, for sure. I grew up with him naked a lot."
"Ya know," responded Skye,"to be honest, i can't believe how calm you are about shit. Nothing fazes you, does it? Not even a hard on in the hallway."
"Hard-on in the Hallway. I think I'll write a song with that title." He grinned. "But yeah, I think I got my chill factor from him, and I figure we're all guys here, we have boners all the time, we all beat off, we all have sex dreams, I hate clothes and... well fuck yeah.... that's who I was raised to be."
Skye pondered this as he pulled on his T-shirt and said, "Amazing. Well, I gotta go over the financial aid office. I'll see you later. Thanks for the cleaning up. That will make it easier when I have to return the boxer briefs to Kirk."
"No problem, buddy. I'm here for ya. And probably Kirk couldn't give a crap about your jizzing in his underwear. If he was willing to lend it, he probably figured you couldn't keep your hands off that huge cock---don't start! It's not like I didn't notice--and that you'd have cum in them sooner or later. I'll bet he does it all the time. You need directions to the Financial Aid Office?"
"No, thanks," said Skye. "I saw it on the map. See ya later. And thanks again."
He pulled on his sneakers and walked out the door and down the stairs, thinking about the past hour.
Fuckin drives me crazy that my indentations disappear when I post. I think I'll just start new paragraph to make it easier to read.
Thanks, Bro. Still working on subsequent chapters, but I was out of town and couldn't work on it. Thanks for the comment.
Native American's First Exposure to College Wrestling: Ch 10: Guy across the hall
Ch 10:
Skye had only gotten about 5 steps down when he realized he'd forgotten his room key, so he turned around, walked back down the hall, opened the door--his roommate, naked of course, didn't even look up but just gestured to the top of the dresser where Skye's key was, and kept reading. However, even the phlegmatic Charlie couldn't help responding to the door across the hall slamming open, and a leaping Chris from across the hall landing in his room, yelling "Fuck Yeah! FUUUUUUCK!! I Got SO laid last night, man! Fuckin fuckin fuckin A!!"
Charlie resumed his studious pose but was interested: "So she did it, huh? Congrats, man!"
Chris responded: " 'Did it'?" I'LL say she did! Ya know how I flipped out about my underwear being clean last night? Turns out you were right; she didn't give a crap. We started making out and i could feel her diamond hard nipples through her shirt and I could hear her breath, man, and before I knew it, I felt her hand on my cock through my jeans... started leaking like crazy. Long story, short, within about 3 minutes that babe was on her knees and licking and sucking my cock, man. It was awesome. She's actually kind of a slut, turns out, and not as picky as I thought."
Charlie continued his queries: "So she sucked you off. Nice. I mean, DID she suck you OFF? or just work it for a while?"
Chris answered, "Oh no, man. She sucked me OFF! I pulled out and shot all overher tits. Then slid my dick back between 'em. Round two we fucked for about an hour, then we went to sleep, and this morning she swallowed by cock again. I'm fucking drained."
Charlie smirked. "Uh huh. .. drained.... You don't look too drained to me." Indeed, Chris was standing there in tight boxers and an obvious erection. The other two guys kind of smiled; both of them were starting to rise.
"Anyway," said Charlie, "no thanks to you assholes who wouldn't even lend a bro some underwear." He winked.
Skye said, "Well, like I told you..."
"Shhhh," said Charlie. "I'll give you a pass this time, but next time...." He wagged his finger like a scolding schoolmaster.
"I'm off to the showers, dudes. Wish me luck!"
Charlie called, "You'll need it! Wells is in there, and you know how much space he takes up."
"Yeah, I know," said Charlie, "but he's usually so busy beating off he doesn't even notice other guys in the shower, so I should be safe." He grinned. "See ya, dudes."
Despite having encountered virtually nothing but surprises the past 24 hours, he nonetheless found himself agog. The guys he knew from the Rez would never have been so blunt about sex. Skye didn't know what to think, except to ponder what it must have been like. He had never had sex with anyone, but the reaction of his penis to mere words coming from Chris's lips told him his body was ready for it.
Ch 10:
Skye had only gotten about 5 steps down when he realized he'd forgotten his room key, so he turned around, walked back down the hall, opened the door--his roommate, naked of course, didn't even look up but just gestured to the top of the dresser where Skye's key was, and kept reading. However, even the phlegmatic Charlie couldn't help responding to the door across the hall slamming open, and a leaping Chris from across the hall landing in his room, yelling "Fuck Yeah! FUUUUUUCK!! I Got SO laid last night, man! Fuckin fuckin fuckin A!!"
Charlie resumed his studious pose but was interested: "So she did it, huh? Congrats, man!"
Chris responded: " 'Did it'?" I'LL say she did! Ya know how I flipped out about my underwear being clean last night? Turns out you were right; she didn't give a crap. We started making out and i could feel her diamond hard nipples through her shirt and I could hear her breath, man, and before I knew it, I felt her hand on my cock through my jeans... started leaking like crazy. Long story, short, within about 3 minutes that babe was on her knees and licking and sucking my cock, man. It was awesome. She's actually kind of a slut, turns out, and not as picky as I thought."
Charlie continued his queries: "So she sucked you off. Nice. I mean, DID she suck you OFF? or just work it for a while?"
Chris answered, "Oh no, man. She sucked me OFF! I pulled out and shot all overher tits. Then slid my dick back between 'em. Round two we fucked for about an hour, then we went to sleep, and this morning she swallowed by cock again. I'm fucking drained."
Charlie smirked. "Uh huh. .. drained.... You don't look too drained to me." Indeed, Chris was standing there in tight boxers and an obvious erection. The other two guys kind of smiled; both of them were starting to rise.
"Anyway," said Charlie, "no thanks to you assholes who wouldn't even lend a bro some underwear." He winked.
Skye said, "Well, like I told you..."
"Shhhh," said Charlie. "I'll give you a pass this time, but next time...." He wagged his finger like a scolding schoolmaster.
"I'm off to the showers, dudes. Wish me luck!"
Charlie called, "You'll need it! Wells is in there, and you know how much space he takes up."
"Yeah, I know," said Charlie, "but he's usually so busy beating off he doesn't even notice other guys in the shower, so I should be safe." He grinned. "See ya, dudes."
Despite having encountered virtually nothing but surprises the past 24 hours, he nonetheless found himself agog. The guys he knew from the Rez would never have been so blunt about sex. Skye didn't know what to think, except to ponder what it must have been like. He had never had sex with anyone, but the reaction of his penis to mere words coming from Chris's lips told him his body was ready for it.
Ch 11: The Campus Bookstore
Ch 11: The Bookstore
Skye walked briskly to the dining hall. As natural introvert, he felt he had had about as much company as he could sustain for the moment, so he grabbed a breakfast sandwich and an iced tea and wandered off away from the hall. He found a bench not far from the back of the campus bookstore and had just unwrapped the sandwich and taken his first bite when he heard voices raised in irritation.
An older man's voice rang out: "MISTER O'Brien, I have told you this twice before. If you're going to work in my bookstore, you will be on time and NOT be hung over."
"I know, sir, but I'm just... could you keep your voice down? I'm sorry I'm late but I ..."
"Don't you tell me to keep my voice down, young man. This is it. You are no longer employed here. Leave and don't come back."
"But..."
There was no response. Skye gulped his bite and, overcome with curiosity, he snuck around to the back area. There he saw a middle-aged man, tall, muscular, but with something of a gut--typical of men who were athletes in their youth who over time retained their eating but not their exercising habits. He was wearing a red polo shirt and khaki pants. He was clearly the manager, and the owner of the other voice was a scraggly looking 20-year-old who seemed rather unsteady.
Skye watched as the younger man looked around as if for legal aid and then simply walked away. A moment later, Skye heard the manager exclaim to the air, "Crap! Of course he had to blow it at inventory time. I'm already short-staffed. What the hell am I gonna do?"
Through some inexplicable process, Skye suddenly felt instinctually that his life was leading up to this seemingly insignificant moment. Introvert though he was, he stepped forward and boldly said, "Excuse me, sir. I'm sorry. I couldn't help overhearing. I guess that guy wasn't too dependable, huh?"
The manager stared at him and quietly said, "You could say that, young man."
"I also heard you're short-handed. I worked at the Rez store in high school Maybe I could help you." This was a complete fabrication.Skye was not usually a liar, but it seemed that all kind of changes for him had been in the works for the past 24 hours so he was surprisingly unsurprised at his brazenness.
"Oh?" The manager seemed interested. Here was a potential solution. "Well, all right, come into the store and we'll talk." He took another look at Skye and saw a dark-skinned sincere young man with a muscular body. As an ex-athlete, he appreciated the work that must have been involved.
After a few minutes of conversation, the manager, Mr. Williams, had taken a liking to Skye and had hired him then and there. Skye had mentioned he had an appointment with the Financial Aid office that morning and wrestling practice in the afternoon, but that he could give the store his efforts in his free time. They agreed to 15-20 hours a week, and Skye went to work immediately in the clothing department.
"Ok, so we just got a big shipment, so I need you to unpack all these items and put them on the rack, nicely displayed, mind you," said Mr. Williams.
"Yes, sir," responded Skye, and he turned and grabbed a cardboard box, set it on the floor, and opened it up. Mr. Williams saw that Skye was careful, so he left him to it to attend to other matters.
The box contained men's underwear, and Skye was astonished to see a fairly large number of white Jockey briefs, the kind he himself wore but which no other guys there did. "Why do they have these?" he wondered. "Don't they know most guys don't wear them." With the instructions he had had a few minutes earlier, Skye grabbed the clipboard with the inventory list and checked off the number of packages as he placed them on the shelves. Once all the items on the list were accounted for, he found that there was one pair of orange medium boxer briefs still in the box. He rechecked the figures, recounted the packages, and was convinced there was an error on the shipping end. There was one extra pair of underwear. Then it hit him. If the official stats said there were 32 pairs in the box, but there were actually 33, who would know about the extra pair? A kind of ethical battle ensued in his heart. If no one knew and he took the extra pair, where was the harm? True, it wasn't honest, but he knew the phrase "victimless crime," and as a Native American he was well aware of the damage victimhood could do, and taking an extra pair of boxer brief wasn't that!
Fearing that Mr. Williams might return, Skye cast his die, ripped open the plastic on the extra pair, rolled the boxer briefs up and stuffed them in his pocket. He crammed the plastic wrap in his other pocket just as Mr. Williams returned.
"Great, Skye. They look good. Hopefully some of the guys here on campus will buy a few pairs. I know when I was in college guys were always losing their underwear, or they'd go home and forget to bring 'em back, or whatever. Frankly, Im' surprised they sent us tighty whites. Do guys still wear those?"
Taken aback at the candor, but then remembering how many times he'd been stunned at how up front people were about personal matters, he stammered, "W-w-well, I've only been here a day."
"Yeah, but if you're wrestling I know you've already started practice, so you must have seen. Tighty whites?"
"To be honest, Mr. Williams, I do wear white briefs...." the embarrassment started to reddenhis face, "but I did notice most guys go for boxer briefs."
"Yeah, that's what I thought. I mean, I wore them back in college myself...I think we're supposed to have 32 of these. Can I see the inventory?"
Skye showed him the paperwork on the clipboard, hoping against hope that he hadn't miscounted. If he had, and they were one short, there'd be all kinds of hell to pay, he felt sure. After all, he couldn't exactly whip out the boxer-briefs he had in his pocket and triumphantly exclaim, "Here's the missing pair!"
With practiced eye and hand, Mr. Williams reviewed the list and counted the packages at lightning speed. "All here," he exclaimed. Inwardly, Skye breathed a sigh of relief. "Say, don't you have to get to your appointment? Can you return afterwards and do some more work? Man, you were a real find, I gotta tell ya." As a former college ball player, Mr. Williams knew the power of a compliment from an older man to a younger, so he was happy to offer his remark to Skye.
"Yessir. Thank you. I'll see you in about an hour."
"That'll be fine, Skye. Oh, I guess the stars were in your favor. Today's the last day of the pay period, and since we STILL haven't converted fully to computers, I still write the checks, so I just wanted you to know you'll get your first check at the end of the day. Not bad, eh?" He grinned.
Skye kept his emotions under control. "That'd be great, sir. Thank you." He turned with panting heart and left the store. A paycheck! He could scarcely believe it. With a new pair of underwear in his pocket, a drying pair back in his room that he could give to Kirk, and the prospect of money at the end of the day, he was elated as he walked to the financial aid office.
Ch 11: The Bookstore
Skye walked briskly to the dining hall. As natural introvert, he felt he had had about as much company as he could sustain for the moment, so he grabbed a breakfast sandwich and an iced tea and wandered off away from the hall. He found a bench not far from the back of the campus bookstore and had just unwrapped the sandwich and taken his first bite when he heard voices raised in irritation.
An older man's voice rang out: "MISTER O'Brien, I have told you this twice before. If you're going to work in my bookstore, you will be on time and NOT be hung over."
"I know, sir, but I'm just... could you keep your voice down? I'm sorry I'm late but I ..."
"Don't you tell me to keep my voice down, young man. This is it. You are no longer employed here. Leave and don't come back."
"But..."
There was no response. Skye gulped his bite and, overcome with curiosity, he snuck around to the back area. There he saw a middle-aged man, tall, muscular, but with something of a gut--typical of men who were athletes in their youth who over time retained their eating but not their exercising habits. He was wearing a red polo shirt and khaki pants. He was clearly the manager, and the owner of the other voice was a scraggly looking 20-year-old who seemed rather unsteady.
Skye watched as the younger man looked around as if for legal aid and then simply walked away. A moment later, Skye heard the manager exclaim to the air, "Crap! Of course he had to blow it at inventory time. I'm already short-staffed. What the hell am I gonna do?"
Through some inexplicable process, Skye suddenly felt instinctually that his life was leading up to this seemingly insignificant moment. Introvert though he was, he stepped forward and boldly said, "Excuse me, sir. I'm sorry. I couldn't help overhearing. I guess that guy wasn't too dependable, huh?"
The manager stared at him and quietly said, "You could say that, young man."
"I also heard you're short-handed. I worked at the Rez store in high school Maybe I could help you." This was a complete fabrication.Skye was not usually a liar, but it seemed that all kind of changes for him had been in the works for the past 24 hours so he was surprisingly unsurprised at his brazenness.
"Oh?" The manager seemed interested. Here was a potential solution. "Well, all right, come into the store and we'll talk." He took another look at Skye and saw a dark-skinned sincere young man with a muscular body. As an ex-athlete, he appreciated the work that must have been involved.
After a few minutes of conversation, the manager, Mr. Williams, had taken a liking to Skye and had hired him then and there. Skye had mentioned he had an appointment with the Financial Aid office that morning and wrestling practice in the afternoon, but that he could give the store his efforts in his free time. They agreed to 15-20 hours a week, and Skye went to work immediately in the clothing department.
"Ok, so we just got a big shipment, so I need you to unpack all these items and put them on the rack, nicely displayed, mind you," said Mr. Williams.
"Yes, sir," responded Skye, and he turned and grabbed a cardboard box, set it on the floor, and opened it up. Mr. Williams saw that Skye was careful, so he left him to it to attend to other matters.
The box contained men's underwear, and Skye was astonished to see a fairly large number of white Jockey briefs, the kind he himself wore but which no other guys there did. "Why do they have these?" he wondered. "Don't they know most guys don't wear them." With the instructions he had had a few minutes earlier, Skye grabbed the clipboard with the inventory list and checked off the number of packages as he placed them on the shelves. Once all the items on the list were accounted for, he found that there was one pair of orange medium boxer briefs still in the box. He rechecked the figures, recounted the packages, and was convinced there was an error on the shipping end. There was one extra pair of underwear. Then it hit him. If the official stats said there were 32 pairs in the box, but there were actually 33, who would know about the extra pair? A kind of ethical battle ensued in his heart. If no one knew and he took the extra pair, where was the harm? True, it wasn't honest, but he knew the phrase "victimless crime," and as a Native American he was well aware of the damage victimhood could do, and taking an extra pair of boxer brief wasn't that!
Fearing that Mr. Williams might return, Skye cast his die, ripped open the plastic on the extra pair, rolled the boxer briefs up and stuffed them in his pocket. He crammed the plastic wrap in his other pocket just as Mr. Williams returned.
"Great, Skye. They look good. Hopefully some of the guys here on campus will buy a few pairs. I know when I was in college guys were always losing their underwear, or they'd go home and forget to bring 'em back, or whatever. Frankly, Im' surprised they sent us tighty whites. Do guys still wear those?"
Taken aback at the candor, but then remembering how many times he'd been stunned at how up front people were about personal matters, he stammered, "W-w-well, I've only been here a day."
"Yeah, but if you're wrestling I know you've already started practice, so you must have seen. Tighty whites?"
"To be honest, Mr. Williams, I do wear white briefs...." the embarrassment started to reddenhis face, "but I did notice most guys go for boxer briefs."
"Yeah, that's what I thought. I mean, I wore them back in college myself...I think we're supposed to have 32 of these. Can I see the inventory?"
Skye showed him the paperwork on the clipboard, hoping against hope that he hadn't miscounted. If he had, and they were one short, there'd be all kinds of hell to pay, he felt sure. After all, he couldn't exactly whip out the boxer-briefs he had in his pocket and triumphantly exclaim, "Here's the missing pair!"
With practiced eye and hand, Mr. Williams reviewed the list and counted the packages at lightning speed. "All here," he exclaimed. Inwardly, Skye breathed a sigh of relief. "Say, don't you have to get to your appointment? Can you return afterwards and do some more work? Man, you were a real find, I gotta tell ya." As a former college ball player, Mr. Williams knew the power of a compliment from an older man to a younger, so he was happy to offer his remark to Skye.
"Yessir. Thank you. I'll see you in about an hour."
"That'll be fine, Skye. Oh, I guess the stars were in your favor. Today's the last day of the pay period, and since we STILL haven't converted fully to computers, I still write the checks, so I just wanted you to know you'll get your first check at the end of the day. Not bad, eh?" He grinned.
Skye kept his emotions under control. "That'd be great, sir. Thank you." He turned with panting heart and left the store. A paycheck! He could scarcely believe it. With a new pair of underwear in his pocket, a drying pair back in his room that he could give to Kirk, and the prospect of money at the end of the day, he was elated as he walked to the financial aid office.
