Ch. 34?: Startin' Studies
Next morning, Skye didn’t remember his dream, but he felt two emotions at once inside him: one was a feeling of contentment and belonging that was new to him and (had he known it)n was partly due to having jacked off the night before; the other was a feeling of nerves or even dread. Skye had, of course, had many moments of conflict and tension in his life; life on the Rez was never easy. But there, at least, he had known the culture, known the worldview. Here, he was confronted with an opponent that no mere muscles could master, no tricky wrestling maneuver clinch: books.
He sat this his dorm desk after breakfast and stared at the 5 or 6 books in a pile: Basic Writing Skills, Pre-Algebra for College Freshmen, A History of America,¡Avancemos! Four courses, four arenas where, unlike the wrestling mat, he would be entering a world with little confidence. He had been so entranced with the recruiting coach who had spoken to him at high school matches, and smitten with the vision of actually attending college on a wrestling “scholarship,” that he hadn’t ever actually taken the time to consider the realities of academics.
Still, he was no delicate flower. He knew determination could travel countless miles once experience had stopped at the side of the road. He pulled the first book towards him: writing. Gingerly, he opened it up and read a few pages at random. He had always figured that writing would be just like speaking, and the few writing assignments he had had in high school had received high grades… but it suddenly struck him that perhaps the teachers on the Rez were more interesting in making their students’ performances look good for the purposes of obtaining more money for the school than actually assessing their work accurately. Slightly sickened at the thought that he might be woefully unprepared—even more than he had occasionally imagined— he flipped through the book and looked at some of the samples.
A wave of relief swept through him like a gentle wind. These extracts didn’t look at that tough. He certainly understood them and, though only on the edge of his consciousness, he even detected that there might be strategies here just like the ones he used in wrestling. He continued reading.
A quarter of an hour later, having lost track of time, Skye looked up somewhat comforted by the fact that he felt he could manage the writing work. But other demons awaited him in the pile. He pulled the math text book to him just when Charlie walked in, naked as always.
“Oh, hey, man,” said Charlie. “Hittin’ the books before classes start tomorrow, huh?” Charlie tugged absently at his dick.
Skye turned and glanced at his roomie. Without realizing it, he had indulged the habit that appeared to be 100% universal among guys, especially athletes. When confronted with a naked guy, every guy he knew let his eyes drop to the other dude’s cock and balls; it just happened. Skye did it now for a moment, but of course Charlie either didn’t notice or he didn’t care. He tugged his cock again.
“What courses are you taking?” asked Charlie.
Slightly embarrassed, Skye stammered out, “Oh just some basic stuff. Nothing like that Econ textbook you had propped up the other day… ya know…”
“On my hard dick, you mean?” Charlie laughed. “So convenient, man. You should try it,” he continued with a grin. He was perceptive enough, however, to sense Skye’s discomfort and so said, “Well, don’t forget I’m a sophomore, so I’ve got a year on you. Maybe next year you’ll get into Econ or whatever.”
“Doubt it. That stuffs hard as fuck, isn’t it?”
“Can be. But it just takes work, and a good professor makes a big difference.”
“Yeah. It’s just that…” Again, as seemed to be happening a lot lately, tears started to produce a slightly shimmering surface on his eyes.
Slightly taken aback, Charlie nonetheless kept his cool, as always. “You’ll be okay, dude. Honestly. I’m guessing maybe you don’t feel all that ready. More than ordinary start-of-semester jitters, right? Is it because… well…”
“Because the high school I went to sucked, man. It SUUUUCKED. We had lame-ass teachers and a lot of kids who didn’t care that much. So I guess these books kind of…”
A loud, insistent series of raps at the door interrupted them. Without waiting, Chris from across the hall flung open the door and strode into the room in what were obviously new tidy white tease.
“Sup, suckahs?”he squawked. “You’ll never guess what happened last night!” He continued tugging at his pouch-enclosed nuts.
“You got laid?” said Skye and Charlie simultaneously. The timing made them laugh.
“Duh!” He smirked. “And I’m gonna go out on a limb”—here he grabbed his dick as it it were a limb—“and say that neither of you did!”
“Well, I didn’t,” admitted Charlie with no hint of insufficiency. “Skye here, tho….” He stopped suddenly—so suddenly that Skye knew instantly that Charlie had heard him beating off and wiping himself off with that sock. But he couldn’t do anything about that now.”
“Cool, man,” muttered Skye. “Gettin’ to be a regular thing with you and her now.”
“Fuck yeah!” crowed Chris. “But I mean, can ya blame her? I mean… look at me.” He posed comically, an exaggerated model at a muscle tournament. And indeed, there was a lot to admire in his sculpted abs, and striated arm and leg muscles. Both roomies noticed as well that the mere act of posing, which took all of a half-second, had had an effect on Chris’s penis, which started to stretch his pouch.
“Well, will ya look at that!?” said Chris, proud as a peacock.
“Chris,” asked Charlie, “is it possible you’re the horniest fucker on this hallway, or even in the whole dorm?”
“Could very well be, man. And I don’t mind telling you, and Mr. Underwear Expert here, that these tie tea whites are kinda gettin’ me goin’ too. Did I tell you that she…?”
Unbelievably, Skye and Charlie answered in unison again! “Gets off on white briefs?”
Again laughter. “Yeah, you told us. It’s pretty fuckin clear from your description.”
Skye ventured, “So did you get enough replacement pairs?”
“Well, I got this one and a couple of others but I swear to God if she insists that I rip the fly open when we fuck, I’m gonna start charging her. She’s so horny she’d probably pay.”
“You two sound like a good match,” said Charlie. “But if you got laid, why are those…?”
“Still in one piece?” finished Chris. “Good eye, Sherlock. It’s because I varied it a little in an effort to hang on to a pair intact, so I just did what we all do when we’re beating off in our underwear, I snapped the waistband under my balls and fucked that way. She didn’t even notice, I think.”
“Well whaddya know? We were just talking about economics and here you are being Mr. Economical. Way to be grown-up, man.”
“There’s only one thing growing and up in this room,” responded Chris, and he pointed to his erection, which had crept up the side of his brief where it demanded the attention of all three of the guys in the room. There was a momentary pause as they contemplated the erection that had intruded itself in their conversation. A moment later, Charlie coughed and said, “Um, you wanna take care of that?”
“Thought you’d never ask!” cried out Charlie, and he tucked his thumbs into his waistband.
“Not here, asshole!” smirked Charlie in mock protest. “Go beat off in your own room. Skye and I are the only ones who get to beat off in our own room.” This made Skye certain that Charlie knew about the night before, but of course almost immediately he recalled the conversation with his roommate about being open, and he found himself not all that concerned.
“I was only jokin’! I may be a stud that can come like 8 times a day, but I gotta save this for my babe. She probably wants it right now. I should call her…” and suddenly absent-minded, he uncharacteristically wandered off to his room.