[sebbie]

Sebbie, your story-writer, wants to once again remind you that both Bill and Joe think of themselves as straight-as-an-arrow 19-year olds, both interested in women of their same age for socialization, and, eventually, sexual relationships. Bill and Joe were placed together in the tiny dorm room by University housing, a room that offers neither space nor even a modicum of privacy. Given the normal college pressures of taking freshman college courses, designed in part, to weed out students who do not have the academic prowess for getting a college degree, and the tight living conditions do not exactly help matters.

Not that Bill and Joe after 6 weeks dislike each other or get into nasty fights over things like shared spaces and noise. Indeed, all things considered and given the minimalist dorm room setup, they are doing pretty well.

The University would like to update their dorms maybe with a few more amenities so the dorms didn’t have such a military-barracks feel to them, but putting in even semi-private baths that would be shared, say, with the room next door, would be an expensive remodeling task. The University does not have the money for that, and besides, once the remodeling is finished surely the University would have fewer rentable rooms. The financial numbers simply do not work for the University administrators, and the dorm residents are forced to use the big military-style bath down the hall, with little privacy either.

There are separate stalls for the johns in the big hall bathroom, but there is just one giant shower area with eight separate heads hanging down in a row, and then a long row of nine urinals without so much as even modesty panels between them. If a guy thinks he is going to easily be able to jerk off in the big bathroom, a lot of practical considerations enter in, none of which lead to a quiet or lengthy solo jerk-off session. This is worse than living at home with your parents and siblings always around from a jerk-off perspective. At least at home, you could always go to the bathroom and just close the door!

About 10 years ago, the University did decide to install WiFi in all the dorms, which meant running a computer line with WiFi antenna down the long hallway with the little antenna coming out of the fiber tile ceiling every 20 feet or so. You can imagine all of this must look, rectangular fiberboard ceiling tiles 2 x 4 feet interspersed with an occasional 2 x 4 ft fluorescent light fixture the same size as the tiles, and then these little black WiFi antenna popping out of the occasional tile as you go down the hall. The rooms themselves have a pretty good WiFi signal as they are lined up along both sides of the hall. You can even bring a tablet or iPad into the hall bathroom and get pretty good WiFi not that any guy would actually want to do this ROFL.

In the rental housing contract there is a sentence that says “the University launders bed linen”. Sebbie signed a similar dorm rental contract with the exact same phrase. Sebbie always thought this was hilariously funny, as it sounded as if the University was simply a giant washing machine. Sebby thought maybe university staff laundered the bed linen but not the University. The University was too busy teaching and doing research to take the time to launder bed linen.

What actually happened is that the University, or maybe its staff, thinks that sheets certainly do not need to be washed every day. This is a college dorm not a hotel or motel for goodness sakes. Each row of dorm rooms was designated a certain day for laundry, and early in the morning of that day the residents were expected to rip the sheets off the little twin beds and throw them in a pile outside the door. If the resident doesn’t do this the sheets simply do not get washed until the next week. There is also a once-a-week cleanup maid service. A cleaning lady comes in, sweeps the floor and drops off clean sets of sheets on the laundry day assuming the beds are stripped. Not the same set of sheets that went to the laundry mind you, but a different set of sheets, just washed, that were from another dorm room in the complex. Then the resident was expected to make up his bed with the fresh sheets after he got back from class on laundry day. As we will see, all of this University procedural stuff will enter into Bill’s “predicament” as he rises from sleep and comes out of his wild-ass wet dream experience involving the Funchball game, the jock straps and the cups that were in it.

Both Bill and Joe have separate closets with little chests of drawers for storing clothing items such as socks and underwear. A basic problem Bill now faces is that these little chests are not right by the twin beds, but in the opposite corner across the room. Bill knows he has some clean boxer shorts in the drawers of his chest, if he can figure out a way to get to them without waking Joe in the process.

The dorm does have washers and dryers for use by the residents in the dorm basement. Bill has done laundry only a couple days ago, so he has 5 pair of clean boxers waiting for him in the drawer. Like so many dorm students, Bill just uses an old pillowcase as a laundry bag, and that pillowcase with the soiled items to be washed downstairs just gets filled up during the week as dirty clothes accumulate and tossed in the bottom of the closet.

……….To be continued.