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Friday, October 31st, 2025
“Can’t believe you guys made me be Donatello. I’m obviously a Michelangelo,” Spencer complained as he smudged green body paint across his chest.
“But you look so good in the purple briefs,” Kellan teased him.
“Get my back?” Colby asked Kellan, raising his arms.
“Nobody wants to be Donatello,” Spencer said.
As Kellan worked green paint across Colby’s back, he said, “Well, you wanna switch briefs? You can be Leonardo.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Spencer teased.
It was Halloween, and the four buddies were going as the Ninja Turtles. Each sported a different color of briefs with white trim, as well as matching headbands and plastic weapons. That was the easy part; the hard part was coating their nearly-naked bodies with green paint.
“I shoulda shaved,” Gage griped, standing there in his red briefs as he spackled his chest with copious amounts of the paint. His torso was covered in dark hair, from his chest down to his pubic hair.
“At least you don’t have to do that hairy fuckin’ ass of yours,” Colby teased.
Kellan chuckled and added, “At least we don’t have to do Spencer’s ass.”
“We’d run out of paint!” Colby laughed.
“Sorry for having a juicy bubble butt, ya pricks,” Spencer said.
“Do we know for sure that other people are gonna be not wearing very much? Like, we’re not gonna be the only dudes running around in our underwear, are we?” Gage asked.
“What do you care?” Spencer asked. “You run around in briefs all the time!”
“Not at, like, a fuckin’ party. At least not until I get wasted.”
The guys laughed and continued painting themselves, giving each other a hand in tough-to-reach spots.
“Well, we can pretty much guess that one guy’s gonna wear his green Borat swimsuit thong thing,” Colby said.
“Probably. For the third year in a row,” Spencer laughed. “And his fuckin’ dick and balls’ll be falling out all night.”
“Why you looking?”
“It’s impossible not to notice! He gets a little drunk, his outfit gets a little sloppy, and BAM, his junk’s hanging out.”
“I’ve never noticed,” Gage said.
“Bitch, you pointed it out to me last year!” Spencer laughed, and the others laughed along with him.
“How many Tom Cruise in Risky Business costumes are we gonna see this year?” Kellan asked.
“I figured you’d like it,” Spencer said.
“I do, but it’s not very original.”
“Four, at least,” Gage guessed.
“Oh, and Bryson from down the hall is going as the greased-up deaf guy from Family Guy.”
“How current,” Spencer chuckled.
“Dude, we’re going as the Ninja Turtles.”
“Still.”
“So, um, Colby, does that mean Bryson’s going to be in white briefs all night?” Kellan asked.
“Yup. Slathered in baby oil.”
“Oh, Jesus.”
“Try not to get a boner while you’re painting my back, bro!”
“I might, sorry.”
“Bryson? You’re hot for Bryson?” Spencer asked.
“You’ve seen him, right?”
“Yeah, but he’s such a dense football brah.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And you like that?”
“Spence, I’m not trying to date him. Just wanna bend him over.”
“Jesus, Kellan!” Spencer yipped as everyone else cackled.
“Well, better make sure you bend him over before midnight,” Colby said.
“We ain’t really doing that No Nut November shit, are we?” Spencer griped.
“We made a bet. We shook on it.”
“That was a week ago. I’ve changed my mind now.”
“Noooope. You’re not getting out of it,” Gage said. “We all agreed.”
“I can’t go a month without beating off!”
“Hey, at least you don’t have a girlfriend. I’m giving up sex too,” Colby said.
“I have sex!”
“Your rolled-up pillow doesn’t count.”
“How’m I supposed to have sex covered in green paint?” Spencer asked.
“Your ass isn’t painted,” Kellan teased.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t ya?”
“I think if Kellan wanted to fuck you, he would have by now,” Gage deadpanned.
“I don’t know why you jerks think I’m so gay,” Spencer groaned.
**********
Saturday, November 1st, 2025, 2:16 AM
Spencer yanked his purple briefs with white trim off, throwing them in the trash can. His naked body was still mostly green, but with a vaguely briefs-shaped bare spot around his cock and ass, like the strangest tan line. At that, he ambled to the showers to join the other three.
“How ya feeling?” Kellan asked with a grin.
“Fine.”
“Bro, I can’t believe you vomited in the bushes,” Gage laughed.
“I had something bad to eat at the cafeteria earlier.”
“Oh, it wasn’t the tequila shots?”
Spencer flipped Gage off and started to wash the green off of him. “Next year? No body paint. Last thing I wanna do is stand around naked with you fuckers, taking a shower after getting fucked up.”
“I thought you liked getting naked with us?” Colby asked, also earning a middle finger from Spencer. Colby chuckled and continued lathering his naked body. Being very light blond, Colby sported fine, downy body hair that wasn’t immediately noticeable until the sun hit it just right or until it got wet. His chest, calves, and forearms were deceptively hairy. His eyebrows nearly white. Colby had a fit body with pink nipples on his pecs and cum gutters at his hips. His pubic hair was naturally well-contained, and as such, he didn’t trim. From it hung a dick that appeared slightly bigger than average, and behind it was a set of lopsided balls.
“Anybody actually get some?” Gage asked.
“Well, I had sex with my girlfriend,” Colby said.
“Lucky. Anyone else?”
“I got a little something, but I’m not saying with who,” Kellan grinned.
“Oh, come on!”
“What about you, Gage?” Kellan deflected.
“I got a handy.”
“From who?”
“I’m not saying.”
“Oh, come on!” Kellan repeated.
“Did I get my back?” Colby asked, turning around.
“Not quite,” Kellan said.
“Can you get it? And try not to fuck me while you’re back there.”
“Ha! You wish,” Kellan said, rubbing his soaped-up hands across Colby’s back where he couldn’t quite reach.
“So, wait a minute. All y’all got some but me?” Spencer asked.
“Guess so!”
“Uht! And now I can’t even jerk off cuz it’s after midnight.”
“Yup! Shoulda rubbed one out a couple hours ago.”
“He was too busy puking,” Gage laughed, washing green paint out of his thick, dark torso hair.
“Remind me why the fuck we’re doing this No Nut November thing again?”
“Broship. Camaraderie.”
“And I want that over beating off every day why?”
“It’ll be fun.”
“Will it, though?”
“You can beat off right now and forfeit if you want.”
“Yeah, lemme just whack off in front of you guys,” Spencer retorted.
“Honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t already,” Colby teased.
“Whatever. How will we know everyone’s telling the truth?”
Colby shrugged. “We’ll just have to trust each other. A man’s word is his bond.”
“A man’s word is his bond,” Spencer repeated in a goofy, mimicking tone.
The four finished showering and started drying off in the communal bathroom. As they did, Bryson wandered in, obviously drunk, and with green smudges on his white briefs.
“Whoa, sausage party,” Bryson chuckled. He then yanked off his briefs to get in the shower, sporting more green smudges on his hips, his dick, and his balls.
Spencer, Gage, and Colby all silently turned at the same time to look at Kellan, who just shrugged and wiped the corner of his mouth.
“Bro,” Spencer muttered under his breath.
Waists wrapped in their towels, the four headed down the hall to their side-by-side dorm rooms.
“No whacking off,” Colby reminded everyone.
“What if I just lie?”
“You’re not a good liar, Spence.”
“Uht!”
“Nighty-night, boys!” Colby chuckled. At that, he and Gage went to their room while Kellan and Spencer went to theirs.
Whipping his towel off to hang it up, Spencer meandered around the room naked. “Now I’m sobered up AND I can’t whack off.”
“You’ll be fine,” Kellan said, also removing his towel. At that, he laid down in his bed, but Spencer kept pacing and complaining. Kellan couldn’t help but take in Spencer’s naked details, even if he’d seen them before.
Spencer was a short, squat, former wrestler. A cornfed Midwestern boy. He sported dirty blond hair and had a patch of it between his pecs. His nipples were on the larger side and ruddy. While he wasn’t overweight, everything about him was thick – his torso, his legs, his dick. In fact, Spencer himself had joked that his dick was built like he was; short and thick. Kellan had only ever seen it in its small, soft state, however. It wasn’t big, and because Spencer’s balls were round and tight to his body, they propped up his little dick, making it point outward at all times.
Kellan watched his roommate pacing and doing busy work before bed. Spencer’s ample, thick-boy, wrestler’s bubble butt shifted and jiggled as he moved about. His dick jiggled and wiggled too, bouncing lightly off the top of his balls from its bed of trimmed, caramel-colored pubic hair.
Despite his little dick, or perhaps because of it, Spencer never shied away from nudity. This was the third year he and Kellan had been roommates, and Kellan had seen Spencer naked from Day One. This behavior, among other things, is why the others teased him about his sexuality. Particularly because he paraded around naked in front of his gay roommate.
“Dude, you’re stressing me out.”
“Can’t help it! I know I’m gonna get horned up. I’m always fuckin’ horned up.”
“We’re, like, three hours into it, man. You gotta calm down.”
“I know, I know. You’re right.” Spencer sat on the edge of his bed. “What if I have a wet dream, though?”
“I dunno, man. I dunno,” Kellan shrugged.
“Ugh. All right. G’night, man.”
“Good night, Spence.”
**********
Spencer didn’t know exactly what time it was when he woke up again, but he did know it was clearly around dawn as the early-morning daylight crept in through their windows. He was on his side, facing Kellan’s bed, and his roommate was illuminated enough for Spencer to be able to see him.
Kellan’s blanket was pushed aside, and his ample, impressive dick was draped upward and to the side, across his cum gutter. His hefty balls dangled between his thighs; his long legs akimbo. Kellan was 6’4, and Spencer always thought he was objectively, realistically, hot as hell. He had dark brown hair, gorgeous green eyes, and a chiseled jawline. He was fit and cut with defined abs and pecs. His chest was covered in dark hair, which Kellan trimmed, and it housed two ruddy nipples. Kellan also had a beautiful, perfectly dimpled ass, which Spencer had initially assumed made Kellan a bottom. Though with that cock, he looked like a top, too. Not that Spencer was personally interested either way; that’s just how he was.
Despite having differing sexualities, Spencer looked up to Kellan with a bit of good-natured jealousy. Kellan was everything he wasn’t – tall, ridiculously attractive, hung, and surprisingly sexually active for being a gay guy on a Midwestern college campus. He even had a hot ass, though Spencer vastly underestimated the power of his own, thick bubble butt. To him, a straight guy, it was just a fat ass. Sometimes, Spencer felt like the small, cartoon dog who bounced around the bigger dog asking “What are we gonna do today, Spike?” In truth, Spencer really admired Kellan and wished he was more like him.
“Can’t believe you guys made me be Donatello. I’m obviously a Michelangelo,” Spencer complained as he smudged green body paint across his chest.
“But you look so good in the purple briefs,” Kellan teased him.
“Get my back?” Colby asked Kellan, raising his arms.
“Nobody wants to be Donatello,” Spencer said.
As Kellan worked green paint across Colby’s back, he said, “Well, you wanna switch briefs? You can be Leonardo.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Spencer teased.
It was Halloween, and the four buddies were going as the Ninja Turtles. Each sported a different color of briefs with white trim, as well as matching headbands and plastic weapons. That was the easy part; the hard part was coating their nearly-naked bodies with green paint.
“I shoulda shaved,” Gage griped, standing there in his red briefs as he spackled his chest with copious amounts of the paint. His torso was covered in dark hair, from his chest down to his pubic hair.
“At least you don’t have to do that hairy fuckin’ ass of yours,” Colby teased.
Kellan chuckled and added, “At least we don’t have to do Spencer’s ass.”
“We’d run out of paint!” Colby laughed.
“Sorry for having a juicy bubble butt, ya pricks,” Spencer said.
“Do we know for sure that other people are gonna be not wearing very much? Like, we’re not gonna be the only dudes running around in our underwear, are we?” Gage asked.
“What do you care?” Spencer asked. “You run around in briefs all the time!”
“Not at, like, a fuckin’ party. At least not until I get wasted.”
The guys laughed and continued painting themselves, giving each other a hand in tough-to-reach spots.
“Well, we can pretty much guess that one guy’s gonna wear his green Borat swimsuit thong thing,” Colby said.
“Probably. For the third year in a row,” Spencer laughed. “And his fuckin’ dick and balls’ll be falling out all night.”
“Why you looking?”
“It’s impossible not to notice! He gets a little drunk, his outfit gets a little sloppy, and BAM, his junk’s hanging out.”
“I’ve never noticed,” Gage said.
“Bitch, you pointed it out to me last year!” Spencer laughed, and the others laughed along with him.
“How many Tom Cruise in Risky Business costumes are we gonna see this year?” Kellan asked.
“I figured you’d like it,” Spencer said.
“I do, but it’s not very original.”
“Four, at least,” Gage guessed.
“Oh, and Bryson from down the hall is going as the greased-up deaf guy from Family Guy.”
“How current,” Spencer chuckled.
“Dude, we’re going as the Ninja Turtles.”
“Still.”
“So, um, Colby, does that mean Bryson’s going to be in white briefs all night?” Kellan asked.
“Yup. Slathered in baby oil.”
“Oh, Jesus.”
“Try not to get a boner while you’re painting my back, bro!”
“I might, sorry.”
“Bryson? You’re hot for Bryson?” Spencer asked.
“You’ve seen him, right?”
“Yeah, but he’s such a dense football brah.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And you like that?”
“Spence, I’m not trying to date him. Just wanna bend him over.”
“Jesus, Kellan!” Spencer yipped as everyone else cackled.
“Well, better make sure you bend him over before midnight,” Colby said.
“We ain’t really doing that No Nut November shit, are we?” Spencer griped.
“We made a bet. We shook on it.”
“That was a week ago. I’ve changed my mind now.”
“Noooope. You’re not getting out of it,” Gage said. “We all agreed.”
“I can’t go a month without beating off!”
“Hey, at least you don’t have a girlfriend. I’m giving up sex too,” Colby said.
“I have sex!”
“Your rolled-up pillow doesn’t count.”
“How’m I supposed to have sex covered in green paint?” Spencer asked.
“Your ass isn’t painted,” Kellan teased.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t ya?”
“I think if Kellan wanted to fuck you, he would have by now,” Gage deadpanned.
“I don’t know why you jerks think I’m so gay,” Spencer groaned.
**********
Saturday, November 1st, 2025, 2:16 AM
Spencer yanked his purple briefs with white trim off, throwing them in the trash can. His naked body was still mostly green, but with a vaguely briefs-shaped bare spot around his cock and ass, like the strangest tan line. At that, he ambled to the showers to join the other three.
“How ya feeling?” Kellan asked with a grin.
“Fine.”
“Bro, I can’t believe you vomited in the bushes,” Gage laughed.
“I had something bad to eat at the cafeteria earlier.”
“Oh, it wasn’t the tequila shots?”
Spencer flipped Gage off and started to wash the green off of him. “Next year? No body paint. Last thing I wanna do is stand around naked with you fuckers, taking a shower after getting fucked up.”
“I thought you liked getting naked with us?” Colby asked, also earning a middle finger from Spencer. Colby chuckled and continued lathering his naked body. Being very light blond, Colby sported fine, downy body hair that wasn’t immediately noticeable until the sun hit it just right or until it got wet. His chest, calves, and forearms were deceptively hairy. His eyebrows nearly white. Colby had a fit body with pink nipples on his pecs and cum gutters at his hips. His pubic hair was naturally well-contained, and as such, he didn’t trim. From it hung a dick that appeared slightly bigger than average, and behind it was a set of lopsided balls.
“Anybody actually get some?” Gage asked.
“Well, I had sex with my girlfriend,” Colby said.
“Lucky. Anyone else?”
“I got a little something, but I’m not saying with who,” Kellan grinned.
“Oh, come on!”
“What about you, Gage?” Kellan deflected.
“I got a handy.”
“From who?”
“I’m not saying.”
“Oh, come on!” Kellan repeated.
“Did I get my back?” Colby asked, turning around.
“Not quite,” Kellan said.
“Can you get it? And try not to fuck me while you’re back there.”
“Ha! You wish,” Kellan said, rubbing his soaped-up hands across Colby’s back where he couldn’t quite reach.
“So, wait a minute. All y’all got some but me?” Spencer asked.
“Guess so!”
“Uht! And now I can’t even jerk off cuz it’s after midnight.”
“Yup! Shoulda rubbed one out a couple hours ago.”
“He was too busy puking,” Gage laughed, washing green paint out of his thick, dark torso hair.
“Remind me why the fuck we’re doing this No Nut November thing again?”
“Broship. Camaraderie.”
“And I want that over beating off every day why?”
“It’ll be fun.”
“Will it, though?”
“You can beat off right now and forfeit if you want.”
“Yeah, lemme just whack off in front of you guys,” Spencer retorted.
“Honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t already,” Colby teased.
“Whatever. How will we know everyone’s telling the truth?”
Colby shrugged. “We’ll just have to trust each other. A man’s word is his bond.”
“A man’s word is his bond,” Spencer repeated in a goofy, mimicking tone.
The four finished showering and started drying off in the communal bathroom. As they did, Bryson wandered in, obviously drunk, and with green smudges on his white briefs.
“Whoa, sausage party,” Bryson chuckled. He then yanked off his briefs to get in the shower, sporting more green smudges on his hips, his dick, and his balls.
Spencer, Gage, and Colby all silently turned at the same time to look at Kellan, who just shrugged and wiped the corner of his mouth.
“Bro,” Spencer muttered under his breath.
Waists wrapped in their towels, the four headed down the hall to their side-by-side dorm rooms.
“No whacking off,” Colby reminded everyone.
“What if I just lie?”
“You’re not a good liar, Spence.”
“Uht!”
“Nighty-night, boys!” Colby chuckled. At that, he and Gage went to their room while Kellan and Spencer went to theirs.
Whipping his towel off to hang it up, Spencer meandered around the room naked. “Now I’m sobered up AND I can’t whack off.”
“You’ll be fine,” Kellan said, also removing his towel. At that, he laid down in his bed, but Spencer kept pacing and complaining. Kellan couldn’t help but take in Spencer’s naked details, even if he’d seen them before.
Spencer was a short, squat, former wrestler. A cornfed Midwestern boy. He sported dirty blond hair and had a patch of it between his pecs. His nipples were on the larger side and ruddy. While he wasn’t overweight, everything about him was thick – his torso, his legs, his dick. In fact, Spencer himself had joked that his dick was built like he was; short and thick. Kellan had only ever seen it in its small, soft state, however. It wasn’t big, and because Spencer’s balls were round and tight to his body, they propped up his little dick, making it point outward at all times.
Kellan watched his roommate pacing and doing busy work before bed. Spencer’s ample, thick-boy, wrestler’s bubble butt shifted and jiggled as he moved about. His dick jiggled and wiggled too, bouncing lightly off the top of his balls from its bed of trimmed, caramel-colored pubic hair.
Despite his little dick, or perhaps because of it, Spencer never shied away from nudity. This was the third year he and Kellan had been roommates, and Kellan had seen Spencer naked from Day One. This behavior, among other things, is why the others teased him about his sexuality. Particularly because he paraded around naked in front of his gay roommate.
“Dude, you’re stressing me out.”
“Can’t help it! I know I’m gonna get horned up. I’m always fuckin’ horned up.”
“We’re, like, three hours into it, man. You gotta calm down.”
“I know, I know. You’re right.” Spencer sat on the edge of his bed. “What if I have a wet dream, though?”
“I dunno, man. I dunno,” Kellan shrugged.
“Ugh. All right. G’night, man.”
“Good night, Spence.”
**********
Spencer didn’t know exactly what time it was when he woke up again, but he did know it was clearly around dawn as the early-morning daylight crept in through their windows. He was on his side, facing Kellan’s bed, and his roommate was illuminated enough for Spencer to be able to see him.
Kellan’s blanket was pushed aside, and his ample, impressive dick was draped upward and to the side, across his cum gutter. His hefty balls dangled between his thighs; his long legs akimbo. Kellan was 6’4, and Spencer always thought he was objectively, realistically, hot as hell. He had dark brown hair, gorgeous green eyes, and a chiseled jawline. He was fit and cut with defined abs and pecs. His chest was covered in dark hair, which Kellan trimmed, and it housed two ruddy nipples. Kellan also had a beautiful, perfectly dimpled ass, which Spencer had initially assumed made Kellan a bottom. Though with that cock, he looked like a top, too. Not that Spencer was personally interested either way; that’s just how he was.
Despite having differing sexualities, Spencer looked up to Kellan with a bit of good-natured jealousy. Kellan was everything he wasn’t – tall, ridiculously attractive, hung, and surprisingly sexually active for being a gay guy on a Midwestern college campus. He even had a hot ass, though Spencer vastly underestimated the power of his own, thick bubble butt. To him, a straight guy, it was just a fat ass. Sometimes, Spencer felt like the small, cartoon dog who bounced around the bigger dog asking “What are we gonna do today, Spike?” In truth, Spencer really admired Kellan and wished he was more like him.