What to wear?

[sebbie]

Let me begin this section of the story by summarizing what I want everyone to know about Bill and Joe before proceeding farther down the trail. First, Bill and Joe come from very similar backgrounds, family wise. Both of them had two parents and siblings. Both come from moderate-income backgrounds, not wealthy, but certainly not poor, either. The real differences related to the amount, sex and number of siblings, in that Bill has a sister just a year older than he, plus a younger brother. Joe has but one sibling, a brother four years older.

Like most teen guys, both Bill and Joe grew up with a lot of questions relating to sex and life in general. Both Bill and Joe made it through puberty with comparatively few serious issues or other obvious problems.

Also, like most guys their age, once they made it past puberty they quickly discovered self pleasuring and, specifically, how touching their bodies in certain ways could feel really, really good. But in doing this, new questions kept arising as to exactly what was going on. Some of the pleasant sensations seemed to be in specific locations in their groin, while some of the sensations seemed to be in their brains. Which was it, anyway? Is the brain the real sex organ or the stuff in the groin area.

Bill and Joe both had a lot of unanswered questions. But therein lies the rub, so to speak, in high school.

Teachers all are really concerned about the possibility that students surfing the Web see something they should not be seeing in school. So they load down the Internet service with all sorts of controls designed to limit access to anything they think the students should not be allowed to see.

Like other normal teen-agers, Bill and Joe are both gradually picking up on words that seem to have something of a sexual connotation to them, but are not mentioned or at least not highlighted in the health-education classes on sex and relationships. Two of these words that fall into this “funny” category of seeming being sexual but also just anatomical terms are frenulum and perineum.

At some point in high school, both Bill and Joe try putting words such as these into the Google search engine, and immediately up pops what appears to be an interesting and helpful series of sites. These are not porno sites, not places to watch couples engaging in intercourse with a camera aimed at a vagina being stimulated by a penis being inserted, but they do appear to be instructional sites containing useful information of various sorts, perhaps even useful information for answering questions about getting the most out of a (ahem) jerk-off session.

Even though the Google sites look interesting, and there is some privacy in the back of the school library data center, on clicking on the links, immediately a bold warning comes up that says the user has run up against the adult content firewall because of the nature of the words found on the sites that appear to be of a sexual nature. So much for researching interesting questions at school on the Internet.

My readers here presumably have computers that do NOT have adult content firewalls, so as readers you can see what Bill and Joe missed out in seeing. Here is a link for the search term frenulum:

http://www.cirp.org/pages/anat/

The CIRP site seems to cover a lot of the stuff that should be covered in any high school sex education class, but in a lot more detail than the high school instructors dare to go into. It seems a shame to deny access to a site like this with an adult content firewall but that is the way things often work in high schools.

The word, perineum, brings up some even more interesting Google hits, starting with anatomy in great detail on a perineum for dummies site.
http://www.dummies.com/how-to/conten...-perineum.html

But even more interesting is a site that comes up is a sexuality.about.com Web site that talks not onluy about pleasuring the perineum, but also, on separate pages, massaging the prostate and playing with a soft penis. Sebbie your author thinks this site is way cool and thinks he needs to check out all of the pages on this site in some detail. Here is the first page of the series, directing to a discussion of the perineum.

http://sexuality.about.com/od/glossary/g/perineum.htm

But the other pages surely caught my attention too, especially the page on finding and massaging the prostate gland, playing with a soft penis, and instructions for men on how to use a vibrator. Some of this seems focused on sex with a partner, but many of the ideas could be adapted to making solo jerk-off sessions more interesting too.

Of course, Bill and Joe are also barred by the firewall from seeing Sebbie’s popular “understanding male sexuality" paper, too, the one at

http://www.sebringsil.com/sex.htm

......Continues

[sebbie]

Bill and Joe are each in a little different situation when they try to use the computer at home. Bill is seldom home alone, and usually his younger brother is following him around, or his older sister is watching everything he does. Bill fears that his sister will report everything she sees to his parents. No telling what the younger brother might do as he is just starting to get curious about sex. But, at home at least, Bill doesn’t face the same firewall restrictions he faces in the school library computer when he gets on the computer at home, assuming he can find a situation whereby his little brother or big sister is not looking over his shoulder.

Joe’s situation is not that he has siblings looking over his shoulder as he works on the computer, but rather that when his parents put in the WiFi service at the house, the service defaulted to a “block adult content” mode and his parents did not bother to change that, so Joe’s computer functions much the same way the computers function in the high school library. Joe would like to have a conversation with his dad about removing the block, but he doesn’t quite know where to start. Dad might get the idea that Joe would like to have sex with a girl, and that could lead into weird areas of conversation indeed.

Adults of all stripes who interact with high school students, parents, teachers etc, are like that. They seem uncertain whether more information about sex-related stuff is a good or a bad thing. Is not knowing better than knowing? Even crazier is the seeming adult uncertainty about the entire subject of jerking off. It seems that most parents, teachers too, have pretty much decided that jerking off will not harm guys physically nor lead to blindness either temporary or permanent, but beyond that the adult views still seem to differ all over the place. Some adults seem to think that jerking off is merely a prelude to having underage partner sex. Should teenagers be allowed to jerk off in private in their rooms or does this suggest some other deeper emotional problem, perhaps mental, with respect to socialization issues and being with people in general, for example.

Joe’s parents, despite the dumb WiFi adult content firewall, are a little more modern and understanding perhaps than Bill’s parents. Joe’s parents have never told Joe that he could not or should not masturbate, but neither have they accidentally wandered in when Joe was in the middle of a nice and cool-feeling jerk-off session in his room. Joe is thankful for that. Very thankful.

Bill, on the other hand, quickly learned that any really good jerk-off session was probably going to have to take place under the covers, at night, and so that is why he quickly learned to be an expert at “covering his tracks under the covers’ so to speak, employing interesting techniques such as the paper tissue condom and waste basket method and so on.

So Bill and Joe join as roommates in that little college dorm room with some very different views on masturbation and jerking off. Joe sees this primarily as something that most logically should happen in the daytime but in privacy. Bill assumes that he can employ the same under-the-cover methods that he used at home and seemed to have gotten him through his high school years in one piece and that Joe should be none the wiser either even tho Joe is sleeping only a few feet away. Bill really likes erotic, that is wet dreams, and wet dreams tie right in with the undercover method of jerking off. Who knows if you are awake rubbing yourself to ejaculation or just coming out of an explicit erotic dream that leads to an orgasm? Bill, we know loves wet dreams.

Another difference is that Joe has all these hang-ups and some experience with snug-fitting clothing items that he learned to use in a day-time jerk-off session. One of Joe’s basic problems is to figure out a way to continue what he calls experiments while having Bill as his roommate in that little room. Bill has never really even really thought about that.

Bill and Joe are about to educate not only themselves but each other. The dorm room computer has no adult content controls on it, and both Bill and Joe sense a new freedom in being able to surf anywhere they want to go. Searching on perineum or frenulum is no longer off-limits for sure, or even more explicit stuff too. This is a brave new world for them, a world that is only beginning to reveal itself.

At some point, the story needs to get back to the earlier theme of Bill finding the “Spending the night in a Cup” story Sebbie wrote, and we are about to take you there now. But the story line that you thought you understood is about to evolve in a different way. Keep in mind that both Bill and Joe think of themselves as ruler straight, and certainly not interested in each other sexually. They are both happy, however, that their Web surfing is no longer restricted, and Joe already has some clothing-related what he calls ‘hang-ups” that he regards as left over from his solo jerk-off sessions in private during his high school years. Both Joe and Bill see solo sex as merely an “appetizer” for the real thing which is heterosexual intercourse with a girl. But getting serious and sexually involved with a specific girl is something that is maybe 3 years off for both, given the demand of getting through a college degree in a decent-paying field of study. Remember that neither Joe or Bill are prepared to get intimate with a girl at this time largely because the intimacy could adversely affect their degree progress and career goals.

But, what to do in the meantime? The hormones are still raging and erections are still happening. Semen is being spilled. Maybe jerking off alone is not such an unacceptable option under the circumstances at all. At least it can be thought of as simply a body maintenance exercise to make sure the male equipment is working properly when the time for serious sex with a female partner does occur. So maybe things are not quite as uncomfortable in the sex department as they might first appear to be. But we shall see.

…..To be continued

[sebbie]

Let me recount where we are. Bill went surfing on his dorm room computer, and first found Sebbie’s “understanding male sexuality” paper. That led him directly to the “others” paper but Bill was particularly taken by the section of that paper called “Spending the Night in a Cup”. Bill started reading that, and it took him to places where as a high school student he had never been in his thinking before. Remember, Bill was never an athlete in high school, let alone a star athlete. He had never even thought of the whole subject of how certain athletic clothing items could perhaps lead to sexual arousal. He had just never made that connection.

Sebbie’s words started him thinking about two things, first that an athletic supporter or “jock strap” could, on its own, result in sexual arousal. Then there was the subject of the hard protective cup worn for some sports like baseball, and how that might fit and feel next to the penis. Then there was the topic of how compression shorts fit and feel as undergarments for athletic wear. All of this to Bill seemed new and different, mainly because such thoughts had never occurred to him before.

Sebbie’s paper suddenly put Bill in a whole new mindset. Sebbie described
some things in the paper that at first glance seemed more than a little bit weird, but at some level, still interesting too. As Bill read on, he could feel a wet spot developing on his loose-fitting boxer underwear right at the tip of his penis. That must be precum, which is supposed to happen when an initial sexual encounter takes place with a partner. Certainly nothing at all like this was ever mentioned in his high-school sex-education class for sure.

Bill thought it odd that this was happening as he was reading about a guy going to bed and trying to sleep wearing a jock strap, a hard cup and a pair of compression shorts, but he kept reading on about what Sebbie was doing and feeling anyway. This felt weird to Bill, particularly the wet precum next to his own penis part, but strangely enough, he was not put off enough to stop reading. He quickly became oddly curious, or at least he thought the sensations were odd, maybe even abnormal. But Bill kept reading, visualizing in his own mind what Sebbie was doing and trying to understand exactly what Sebbie was feeling and experiencing at each stage in his arousal going on under the covers and insidethe cup and strap.

Sebbie’s paper certainly did not meet the traditional definition of pornographic material. There were no photos or videos of guys ejaculating or women groaning as penis enters vagina. Just words. Bill had already seen several porno sites, and this was not that at all.

Practically every guy it seems can get aroused just thinking about another guy getting into a situation where he is being aroused. Practically every “primarily if not “exclusively” straight guy believes that this must be some sort of hidden “gay streak” that must be hidden from view insomuch as possible if he is to have a “normal” heterosexual relationship. So, practically every straight guy would be very embarrassed to uncover that deep down there is stuff out there that can lead to arousal that doesn’t involve a female partner.

Pretty weird, huh? Sebbie writes words on a paper that describes sensations he experiences spending the night in a cup. Obviously, as part of writing this, Sebbie gets very turned on, and that is apparent. Bill reads this and can relate at least to the point of understanding the fun of jerking off under the covers, even though the jockstrap-and-cup stuff at first seems weird at minimum. Is Sebbie really a gay guy who is so in the closet he can find his sexual pleasure only in himself? That certainly is a question to be pondered too, but if that is the case Sebbie has certainly taken self-pleasuring to an entirely new and different level.

Bill finishes the paper just before it is time to go to bed, and as he crawls into his little twin bed he is still thinking about all of this. What does it all mean for goodness sakes?

………To be continued

[sebbie]

Dreams are funny things, but particularly night-time dreams. The most interesting dreams are the ones that mix together things that went on in the daytime with elements of pure fantasy. And the rules by which a person operates during the day may get twisted and turned in all sorts of ways that would not happen in reality. That can be fun, but it also can be very scary. What if, for example, a guy who thinks he is perfectly straight during the day starts to have dreams that have him watching another guy jerking off to orgasm as the dreamer fondles himself. Does that mean that the dreamer is not as straight as he thinks he is during his waking hours? What if the male-to-male relationship goes even farther than that in the dream, as in having partner-sex. What does this all mean? Who knows?

Bill drifts off to sleep quickly after crawling in bed wearing his usual loose-fitting boxer-short sleeping attire. Joe has made it into bed too. Bill has said nothing to Joe about Sebbie’s paper and what he found. He is embarrassed to do that, for fear that Joe will think Bill is secretly interested in gay porn, and where that conclusion might possibly lead.

Almost immediately, Bill starts to dream. He is suddenly transported to a giant athletic field with green grass, but for what game? The field looks nothing so much as like a strange cross between a baseball field (or perhaps softball field) with a soccer field. Whatever the game is, there are players of both sexes, but everyone is dressed similarly. In the southwestern most corner of the field, a bunch of players, some male but others, interestingly, female, are lined up in what appears to be some sort of goofy batting order. The player up is clearly holding a bat, but it is a bat unlike any bat used in other games involving bats and balls. The bat is about the length of a standard baseball or softball bat, but at its widest appears to be six or seven inches wide. Think very fat baseball bat, but made out of the same stuff they make surfboards from. Heavy-duty foam stuff covered with a colorful layer of plastic material. Each player in the batting order is holding a different color bat, some with geometric and other patterns, but all the same general shape and size.

This, purportedly, is a game called Funchball, though some of the people watching from the stands are shouting F#@kball! F#@kball as each batter comes up to the plate. So Funchball or F#@kball, take your pick.

There is a pitcher, there must one for each team. The ball being pitched is unlike any other too, larger than a softball but a little smaller than a soccer ball. It’s tough to tell what the ball is made of, but clearly it has a leather or heavy duty vinyl over something that has some spring or give to it, maybe some foamy rubbery stuff.

Anyhow, the pitcher throws the ball toward the batter up. Bat strikes the large ball and the ball is sent over to a second group of players over at the north end of the court. There are apparently two basic kinds of players, the batter group and the soccer group, though they may have different names from that. Like so many dreams, this detail is never adequately explained.

Once the ball is lobbed from the batter to the soccer-like players, this new group treats it pretty much like a soccer ball. They start moving the ball back and forth between each other mostly with their legs and feet but occasionally get into something involving a move with their heads, chests or even groin areas. There is a goal with a net on the north end of the field too, and apparently scoring involves getting the ball into the goal which is protected by a a goalie that is dressed in colors different from either team. The goalie works against both teams, and the goalie’s objective is to keep either team from scoring, since there is only one not two goal setups.

Another interesting thing about the game is the costumes or garb that the players wear. Both teams are wearing snug-fitting shorts made of Spandex that look nothing so much as like a cross between a swimming jammer and a compression undergarment. They are shorter and fit somewhat higher on the leg than a true swimming jammer. The tops are really just snug compression tee shirts in school colors that match the compression-jammer shorts.

One of the teams is clad all in a steel gray color, top and bottom. The compression shorts have a triple bright red stripe that runs up the sides of the shorts and then continues up the sides of the compression tee shirt. So the school colors of this team are red and steel gray. The footwear is apparently Adidas, an outdoor soccer-style shoe in the same steel gray color.

The other team is clad similarly, except that the main color is navy blue and the white stripes are white, well actually a creamy off-white.

What Bill is watching is apparently the first game of an interschool Funchball tournament. Soon we learn not only that Bill is actually going to be playing Funchball, his school team will be up to complete in the next game.

Bill can’t help but noticing the costumes on the players, and in particular how the female players pack themselves and their curves and body parts that curve into those tight-fitting little Spandex tees and shorts. Bill says to himself this is a really interesting, and must be part of the reason why there are so many fans and the crowd is so big.

But something else also draws Bill’s attention. A couple of the guys look really fit and athletic, and Bill for some reason starts studying their bodies in detail. The shirts accentuate their upper-body muscularity, and the shorts really grip their thighs and butt muscles in an erotic way, at least Bill is secretly thinking that.

But Bill is studying something else. Under those tight-fitting compression shorts, Bill can clearly see that the guys are wearing athletic straps. He can easily see lines across the glutes where the leg straps go. Not only that, in the front there is a bulge that appears to outline a hard cup!

For the girls, you cannot see a leg strap line. They must be wearing some sort of athletic panty under the shorts, and the front bulge is not as prominent if at all. Bill surmises that the women might be wearing some type of protection, but merely a flatter, female-style cup. Bill's eyes return to the guys he has been studying.

……To be continued

[sebbie]

The first game of the tournament is over, and there is a 90-minute break before the second game. There seems to be some noisy dispute over who actually won that game, and the referees are huddled in the corner of the field trying to sort that all out. Some of the rules of the games still seem unclear, maybe even to the referees, but it seems that everyone, the crowd and the players too, are enjoying themselves immensely.

Bill’s team colors are what is called old gold with a forest green accent . The team uniforms follow this, as in a neat gold color in Spandex, with the vertical stripe in forest green. Interestingly, the shoes are forest green too, with a single old gold slash.

Bill has played Funchball with competing teams from his own high school, but this is the first time to play against a team from a neighboring school. In the inter-mural games, no one worried much about game dress or protection. But coach wants everything for this much bigger game to go just right He thinks the players need to have some protection in a game involving what could get to be rough-and-tumble with the neighboring school. He announces this conclusion in a bellicose voice, “all of you need to be wearing protection under your team suits for the big game in an hour” and then proceeds to toss out some straps and male cups for the guys and some pouch panties and female cups for the girls.

There is one small (or is it big) problem however. The straps the guys are being asked to wear look somewhat, errrr undersized, and the cups that go into the strap pouches do not exactly look particularly roomy, either. Then all of this has to somehow fit under the compression shorts, which are not exactly oversized, either.

The girls on the team seem less concerned with the protection garb and how it will fit. After all, they are all used to wearing some rather little panties under their clothes, and the female cup protection is no issue, largely because the women are not trying to cover a (what could be a giant) penis.

One of the players dare ask the coach how in the world he expects the "big guys" to fit into the straps and cups. The coach responds “very carefully, but that is your problem and the snugger the cup fits to your groin the better the protection. You do not want to have your hard cup sliding around as you play or perhaps even slipping out of place where it then can no longer protect you.

So, the players on Bill's school team all go off to their respective locker rooms to change into their team wear, straps, cups, gold compression shorts and tees with the forest green trim. Bill is still worried that his strap and cup is never going to fit. One of the guys hollers out “maybe you would fit better if you jerked off first”. Bill thinks about that option but decides that idea is out of the question, given all the guys wandering around the locker room also getting into their playing garb. Bill is starting to think that this situation has gotten “interesting” at some level given all the guys around him also trying to stuff themselves into straps and cups that are clearly undersized for the anatomy as well.

Bill manages to get his jock strap on over his thighs and in place. He slips the cup into its pouch and it fits every bit as tight as he feared it would. He struggles to pull on his tee, and finally the shorts go on over the strap and cup. Like most guys, Bill can’t resist trying to “adjust” the cup in an effort to move it into what he hopes will be a more comfortable position, but the movement of the cup he immediately senses as a feeling on his penis, and the adjustment only seems to make Bill feel still hornier with the cup bearing down on all around his penis, and he is getting really close to spilling his seed right inside the cup.

Suddenly, at this point, Bill awakens from his dream, and he awakens in the middle of a really powerful ejaculation, creaming his loose fitting boxer shorts and bedclothes all over the place. He did not have the time or the ability to use the “tissue condom” method to avoid at least some of the mess. Slimy semen is in all sorts of places, but thankfully, all under the blankets.

Bill looks over toward Joe’s bed, and it appears that Joe is still asleep. Bill needs to figure out some way to get up and clean himself and his bed up, without making any noise that awakens Joe, who will immediately wonder what has happened to Bill. This will be tricky. Will Bill have to admit to Joe what just happened? Let‘s hope not! This could get complicated.

Isn’t it just weird how elements of Sebbie’s story intermingled with the basic story line of the wet dream? That is the way dreams often are!

……..To be continued

[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.

[sebbie]

Bill is now awake, lying in bed, wondering how he is going to get out of the predicament that he has managed to get himself in without embarrassing himself or adversely affecting his currently decent roommate situation with Joe. Bill comes out of the belief that jerking off is best done at night, and under the covers, and between the age of 12 and 18 at home, he honed his skills in surreptitiously jerking off without drawing the attention of others, specifically, his parents, his older sister, but in particular his younger brother, to what he was doing on a regular basis nearly every night.

He had honed his skills at using a facial tissue much like a condom, to catch semen before it messed up his bottoms or got on the sheets in significant amounts. He had actually gotten pretty good at the techniques, as in reading his mind and body as to almost the exact moment he was going to ejaculate, and then collecting nearly all the semen in the tissue. The only real clue was the little plastic waste basket that had somehow migrated from the opposite corner of the bedroom to right next to the upper left hand corner of the bed, and the tissue box sitting right there too. Bill never worried a lot about this, however, because if anyone asked he could always plausibly say that sometimes he needed to blow his nose and clean out stuffy sinuses during the night.

Sometimes his sister helped his mom with the cleaning, and on occasion the boys got dragged into this work too despite their distaste for a lot of it. The convenient thing was that the tissue containing the semen looked almost exactly like a soiled tissue containing whatever you call the flemmy stuff you blow out of your nose. Neither his older sister nor his younger brother were going to try and unravel that. Frankly, it did not even dawn on them that the soiled tissues could contain something a lot more interesting. It was all just soiled tissue that needed to be put in the trash. So the tissue condom was a near–perfect under-the-cover-jerk off cover,…except that….

Except that the wet dreams did present something of a problem, being so unpredictable. If the wet dream ended with a full-scale orgasm and ejaculation while the dreamer was still fast asleep or even awake but drowsy, there was no time whatsoever to get the tissue in position for collecting the semen. So would then end up with cum-stained pajama bottoms (he did not sleep in just boxer shorts at that age) not to mention cum-stained sheets too. This created quite a mess, at least until the cum from the jerking off had thoroughly dried.

When Bill was 13, he initially thought that the only real strategic issue was to wait until the wet semen dried, which usually took a few hours of laying in bed. But Bill quickly learned that dry cum stains leave a very odd starchy patch on his pajama bottoms when dry. Odd not only because these patches felt like a little area that appeared like a small patch of laundry starch, but also because they stained the pajama bottoms with off-colored yellow stains. You could see a pattern on the pajamas where every drop of cum landed. Bill had actually heard the terms, cum-tracks cum-stain trails or even penis tracks.

Even worse, there would be similar stains on the sheets. Starchy little discolored patches landing here and there about a third way down on the bottom sheet. All was ok so long as the bed wasn’t being stripped, but if the bed were opened up, there would be all these stains that clearly indicated that something involving a liquid had happened while Bill was in the bed. Bill never did figure out a plausible explanation that he could use except to say that whatever it was that caused the stains must have happened while Bill was fast asleep. Mom seemed to get used to the notion that the sheets from Bill’s room were always going to be soiled within the week. Pajama bottoms too. If mom had figured out what was really happening and how much Bill was involved in creating these stains, she had the good sense to never confront Bill or even say a word about te laundry issue. Bill always thought that was to his mom’s credit for sure. Were other guys so lucky?

Bill brought all of these teen-age jerk-off and wet-dream experiences and cover ups right along with him to college. Obviously he knew that some of this could easily be an issue with a male roommate sleeping right next to him in a tiny dorm room. But what was he to do, just not go to college? That wasn’t an option.

So, at this point we have Bill still under the covers, still wearing the same pair of boxer shorts he wore to bed, but now the boxer shorts are covered with big spots of wet cum, ejaculate from that wild-ass funchball wet-dream sequence that he just awoke from. Bill THINKS Joe is still fast asleep in his own bed, and knows nothing. Bill NEEDS to get the cum-stained shorts into his laundry bag in the closet in the other corner of the room, and Bill would like to put on a clean dry pair from the drawer in the chest in the same closet. How to pull this all off without awakening Joe?

The sheets have cum on them too, and that is a problem as well, because it is Tuesday and laundry pickup day is on Friday. What a mess!

Bill decides that with respect to the sheet issue, the best strategy is to just let the cum stains dry to their starchy spots of discoloration. Live with the cum-stained sheets until Friday. After all this isn’t the first time in Bill’s life that he has ended up sleeping in sheets stained with cum!

Bill then decides that what he really needs to do is get up in a hurry, quickly drop the soiled, cum-stained boxers he is still wearing to the floor, and then make a fast dash to the opposite side of the room stark naked, grab a clean pair of boxers out of the drawer there, and pull them on as quickly as possible. At that point Bill can nonchalantly carry the pillow-case laundry bag back to the bed edge and stuff the cum-stained shorts into the pillow case. Finally put the laundry bag back into the closet. Bill thinks no one will be the wiser and he implements the strategy.

Bill thinks Joe is still asleep. Of course Joe is not asleep. In fact, Joe has one eye open but only pretending to still be asleep. Joe sees Bill making this wild dash naked cross the room and gets a glimpse of Bill’s naked butt moving in a hurry. Joe is starting to wonder about this, in part because Bill was not exactly completely quiet during the funchball game dream. Bill actually talked, or at least mumbled, in his dream sleep, cheering the opposing teams out loud and making what sounded like nothing so much as like somewhat lewd comments about the uniforms both the guy and the girl funchball players were wearing. What really confused Joe is that he heard Bill mutter what sounded like F@#kball! F@#kball! Several times during the night. To Joe, Bill seemed to be having, at best, a confusing night or a really wild dream.

Bill pulled off his boxer sacking maneuver thinking that Joe knew nothing at all. Shortly thereafter Joe got up and dressed for class. bill did not say anything to Joe about what had happened during the night, nor did Joe mention that he thought Bill was behaving a bit “odd’, to say the least. Both Joe and Bill quickly dressed and were off to their early morning classes.

……..To be continued