What to wear?

[sebbie]

Bill went on to his classes, but, quite frankly, his mind was not very much on the class contents. Bill was thinking about stuff, weighty stuff. He was still replaying the funchball dream over and over in his mind. Bill started thinking about stuff. Really weighty stuff.

The part of the dream sequence that kept going over and over in Bill’s head was about the costumes the funchball teams were wearing. The girls looked really cute in the snug Spandex shirts and shorts. But Bill’s dream focus had been on the hunky guys dressed out similarly, and he was particularly focused on seeing those jock straps clearly outlined under the guys’ tight compression-jammer shorts. Funchball was nothing if not sexy fun, appealing to “arousal central”.

If Bill was really this ruler-straight guy, why did the dream head off in such an unexpected direction? Was this an indication that Bill had a gay streak and a special interest in and appreciation of guys he didn’t fully appreciate or even realize was there? Bill was starting to struggle with what all the stuff that happened in the dream sequence really meant for his real sexual orientation.

Until the dream took place, he thought sexual orientation was rather simple to understand. Sexual orientation basically divided human beings into two groups, straight or gay. Whether you were straight or gay, as in one or the other, depended entirely on who you engaged with for partner sex. Straight guys always had partner sex with women. Gay guys always other men. This, Bill had always thought, was all very simple.

Bill got to thinking, however, that if this were true, what of all the people floating around that did not seem to be having partner sex with anyone? Are they neither straight nor gay? But then Bill concluded that sexual orientation was not determined by the gender of the person you are having regular sex with. But rather by the gender of the person you would most want to have sex with if you were in a relationship. So a lot of people not having partner sex with anyone at the present time could be classified as being either straight or gay simply based on the gender of their primary sexual longings. That seems straightforward, at least at first.

Of course there are asterisks and footnotes. With sexuality, there always seems to be asterisks and footnotes. For starters, what about those who claim to be bisexual, as in attracted to, desiring, and perhaps even engaging in partner sex with people of both genders, perhaps over a period as short as a few months or even days? These people must fit into a third category of those who are neither straight nor gay, but somewhere in the middle place between the first two categories.

But then what about what is sometimes called asexual people, people who seem not to be interested in having partner sex at all? Even this gets complicated. We all have met spinsters and single males who claim to be completely disinterested in sex at all. These are the men and women who cannot remember the last time they had a sexual orgasm, alone or with a partner. Bill is not sure he wants to toss this group of people into the space with the people who claim to be bisexual if the bisexuals are regularly engaging in partner sex with people of both genders and the asexual are not engaging in sex with anyone.

This gets more complicated still. It suddenly occurs to Bill that some people (Sebbie maybe as an example?) seem to enjoy solo sex immensely to the point of continuously dreaming up new and interesting ways to jerk off. This thought had never occurred to Bill before. But these solo-sex episodes almost invariably end up being private, solo sessions, not sessions with a partner of either gender. Bill gets to thinking that there are plenty of people who do not have a sexual partner, and plenty more who are of the mindset that they are no longer even interested in having a sexual partner. Are these people somehow denied orgasmic pleasure simply because of their relationship status?

Bill thinks about this. He considers himself heterosexual, but for right now a regular sexual relationship with a certain girl could create more problems for him (and her) than it resolves. The girl might soon get to thinking because Bill’s actions with his penis that she is the one for eternity, and Bill is not ready for that, at least not yet for sure. Probably not the relationship for ANY 19-year old to get into, regardless of how much he thinks he is “in love.”

So, what is the other option? Bill certainly does not want to deny himself the pleasures of having powerful orgasms at age 19, but, without a female partner, Bill is back to jerking off, in private. Finding a place to jerk off in private under the circumstances has become quite a problem still to be resolved. Bill thinks that in a few ways things are better in college than they were at home, but in other ways the current situation is far worse in this regard. Bill cannot go into a jerk-off session in front of his roommate, Joe, or he might have to rethink his belief that he is a straight-as-an-arrow heterosexual. Joe too!

But the hormones are raging, and Bill thinks jerking off is great fun, maybe almost as much fun as real partner sex. The orgasm Bill had at the end of the funchball wet dream, Bill thinks, was the most powerful of any that he has ever had. What gives? There was no partner. Only a strap, a cup and a bellicose coach.

……..To be continued.

[sebbie]

Sebbie is a “mean” writer. He doesn’t intentionally set out to twist his readers’ heads in all sorts of different ways, but sometimes he ends up doing that, inadvertently. Well, maybe not so inadvertently.

Bill has gone to a lot of hero-and-villain movies. In some of these movies, the hero is captured by the villain. The villain then attempts to gain control over the hero, and then to help the villain in his wrongdoing.

An interesting way of accomplishing this involves having the villain inject the hero with a brain-controlling microchip, something that looks halfway between a little insect and a mechanical beast containing a microchip. This mechanical insect then goes in and migrates to the hero’s brain, and starts to force the hero to do the villain’s biding.

Bill is starting to think that Sebbie’s papers seem to work on him much like a mechanical insect microchip would. On first reading, these seem innocuous enough, and hardly even that sexy. Certainly they contain no descriptions or videos of raw partner sex like so many of the Internet porno sites do. The stuff Sebbie seems to like to write about seems pretty harmless and even a little boring at times.

When Bill read “Spending the night in a Cup”, something must have clicked in his head. Bill was not even aware of what was happening to him. But then he went to bed, and the funchball dream almost immediately started up.

The funchball dream plot by no means followed the plot of the “Spending the Night in a Cup” paper, not anything close. But some of the ideas contained in Sebbie’s Cup paper showed up in different contexts in the dream. It was almost as if Sebbie had inserted an insect-like microchip into Bill that then traveled into Bill’s brain and took over during sleep to then write the dream script. And here Sebbie was just having fun writing about his experiences in wearing a strap, cup and compression shorts to bed. Interestingly, a combination much like the funchball uniform in the dream, the storyline that got Bill so hot and bothered.

Bill did not quite know how to deal with all of this. He was suddenly in a strange place. He loved the funchball uniforms, all the slinky Spandex, the tight straps, the look and probable feel of a snug hard cup bearing firmly down on his penis. He was struggling to not keep thinking about all of this. Bill was in a different place now, psychologically and sexually. Sebbie had crawled into Bill’s head.

Bill knew well what he wanted to do. He wanted to go out to a real sporting goods store, a store that had a wide selection of snug-fitting compression tees and shorts all in bright-and-sexy colors. He knew maybe he couldn’t find exactly what was in the dream costumes, the triple vertical stripes in a contrasting color. Old Gold compression wear was going to be tricky to find too, but probably not Navy Blue or Steel Gray. Those would be easy.

Another issue would be to find the right strap and cup to wear underneath. Sebbie provided some guidance on that, but some of what Sebbie said is clearly out of date. This will take some serious research for sure.

Bill decided that what he really wanted to do is find the pieces he needed to look as close as possible to the male funchball players he thought were so sexy in the dream. So he decided that as soon as classes were done for the day he would take a quick trip out to the big-box sporting goods store in an effort to come as close as he could to what the guys in the funchball game were wearing.

Bill still has a potentially big problem. At some point Joe is going to see some of what he is up to, and will start asking questions about what is going on with him, which even Bill thinks has gotten bizarre. Intensely aroused guys sometimes do bizarre things. What is Bill going to say? Is Bill going to reveal to Joe why he is behaving in such an awkward way? What details does Bill tell Joe and what does he leave out? Does Bill tell anything to joe about his seemingly sudden infatuation with solo sex methods? What will Joe think once he sees the costume Bill bought? Will Joe react by angrily putting in for a different roommate concluding that Bill has suddenly gone completely “off the ranch” so to speak?

There is a lot more going on here than Bill merely needing to get his cum-stained wet dream sheets picked up in the Friday laundry pickup for sure!

These are all interesting questions and questions that surely deserve an answer. How does the shopping trip go? Does Bill find any clothing remotely similar to what he saw the funchball players wearing in the dream? My readers surely deserve answers to all of this.

But, quite frankly, I do not know the answers to any of these questions right now. I am as confused about what is happening with Bill as Joe is. Well, almost as confused. I can relate to Bill and know what Bill must be feeling right now. Sexually, Bill is being tugged in all sorts of different directions at once.

I am hoping to figure out where this is all going from here by tomorrow morning, and in the meantime you will just have to wait. At this point you think that what is about to happen is that Bill gets his funchball uniform purchased and then crawls into bed wearing it, with Joe wondering what in the world is up with his roommate.

For now, that is a good place for my readers to be. If you want to jerk off while reading all of this, that is quite OK with Sebbie and approved too, but you might need your own funchball uniform to make that work for you.

As I said at the start, Sebbie can be a “mean” writer in messing with his readers. I dare you to try keeping from reading the next episode with Bill, Joe and the new funchball uniform. I think you are having trouble staying away. Something is calling for you to read on as Sebbie is setting you up.

…….To be continued.

[sebbie]

Classes are over, and Bill has spent the entire day just thinking about how much fun the wet dream last night was. He had never had an orgasm that powerful before. And Bill is starting to get the entire sequence of events back into perspective. He feels fine all over, in fact kinda warm inside, in a way that he had never quite felt before. It is just a little more confused than he was before about sex, and maybe a few more unanswered questions about his own sexuality and sexual identity as a human being, questions that had never even occurred to him before.

Bill was still deeply engaged in the funchball game dream but especially the uniforms the guys were wearing that showed jockstraps and even the outline of a hard cup under the skin-tight compression shorts and shirts.

Truth is, Bill was much more a pointy-headed student than an athlete in high school. What this meant was that he had never even played in a sport where straps were required equipment, let alone a contact sport that would require a hard protective cup. But then Joe hadn’t either, but we will get back to that part of the story line a few chapters from now.

Still, Bill as a non-athlete, was always curious about, and perhaps just a bit envious of, the guys in high school that wore straps and cups to play their sports. That meant the football players and the baseball players in Bill’s school. Secretly, he always wondered how being in a strap felt, particularly a strap that held a protective cup. In particular, he wondered what happened if a player should accidentally get an erection while wearing a strap and cup, Where would the erection be able to go? That could be painful. Just thinking about having your penis in a confined space seemed to be at once a bit scary but also in a strange way, erotic and stimulating.

Bill could feel his penis stiffen just a little even as he thought about all of this. Just thinking, he suddenly nearly had a real “semi” coming on, complete with a few drops of precum, and he was not even thinking about sex as such and not the least about sex with a partner. That was certainly unexpected, but in an odd way, a little bit fun too that Bill’s body was “messing” with his head that way. After all, Bill was still wearing just boxer shorts under his jeans, not exactly something erotic, and it was only the images in his mind that were doing this to him.

Bill was always quite curious about how jock straps would feel on his body, but he had no reason to own a strap given his non-athlete status in high school. He could not just go out and buy one for no particular reason. How would he explain this to his parents? Now Bill was in college, on his own more or less, and he was free to own any clothing that fit his college-student budget, including stuff that could best be classified as athletic garb he wanted. His parents were no longer looking over his shoulder with respect to every detail about how he spent his money. He still had to figure out an explanation if he planned to put on the athletic-looking garb right in front of his roommate Joe, but coming up with that seemed simple relative to explaining exactly what he was up to to his parents. Bill decided not to worry about the excuse he would make, for now.

Bill’s reaction to the funchball uniforms in the dream seemed to indicate that Bill ‘liked” practically anything that would grip his penis and nads and provide a sensation of containment. Some of this is psychological and some of it is physical, as Sebbie had said. Bill sensed the same thing when thinking about stuff surrounding his penis. It was only partly the physical sensations of your penis being contained inside something, but it was also the psychological knowledge that this was the case that was so interesting, and, at least to an extent, driving him bananas. Sexual feelings can be loopy in that regard. Loopy maybe, but in an odd way, also terrific fun.

Of course, a strap and cup is not a real female vagina, nor even close to that. Bill knew that only too well. He wasn’t fooling himself in that regard at all. Still, for a 19 y/o single college student not in a sexual relationship of any sort with another person, the combination still apparently provides something that is sexually interesting and stimulating. At least that is what Sebbie said in the cup paper, and it seemed to be verified by the male funchball players in the wet dream. Maybe being a high school jock rather than a pointy-headed know-it-all had its advantages, too. And for a horny, single freshman college student not in a partner relationship, what was wrong with that? He wasn’t going to get VD, HIV or a girl pregnant from just wearing a jock strap for goodness sakes. This seemed like completely safe, cheap, at least mildly erotic fun. An in human sexuality, given the alternatives for horny 19-year old college freshmen, the other options frequently cannot say that.

So it’s off to the sporting goods store as Bill pondered all of this, while replaying the funchball wet dream over and over in his head!

…….To be continued

[sebbie]

Bill was still thinking about the colorful details of the funchball uniforms in the dream. He was also thinking about the points that Sebbie made in the cup paper about selecting straps and cups for the best self-pleasuring results.

First off, Bill decided to locate a compression tee and compression shorts as close as possible to what was in the dream. He knew old gold would be all but impossible to find. But he did find a rack of compression tees, some in navy and some in steel gray, and a few racks over the matching compression shorts in the same two colors. Bill settled on the steel gray. The shorts came in two lengths, one came nearly to the knee and the other cut off closer to mid-thigh. Everything was labeled Small, Medium or large.

Sebbie in his paper said it is best to undersize the shorts a bit to make sure the strap and cup is held securely to the groin and the cup cannot move around 'too much'. Just a little, maybe? Bill had about a 32-inch waist. The small shorts said 30-32 and the medium ones 34-36. Bill decided that the Small shorts were the better choice for what he was going to be doing. In the case of the tee, however, Bill went with the medium which was technically a 38-40 size not 34-36. Bill worried that he would not even be able to get into the smaller tee. Even the medium looked pretty small and tight. Bill put the steel gray shorts and matching tee in his shopping cart.

Then it was off to find a suitable strap and cup. Sebbie explained that the smaller and snugger fitting the cup fit around the flaccid penis the better the sensations, and it was helpful in getting a tight fit if the strap itself was a little undersized too. What Sebbie described looked amazingly just like the straps and cups the funchball player were wearing in the dream. A lot of cups in the store looked way oversized and not at all liked the funchball cups in the dream. Bill thought his penis would just flop around loosely inside any of those. These were actually all “banana style cups”.

Finally Bill spotted what he thought was what we wanted, an old school “Flarico” brand strap with a smaller, somewhat flatter cup. And one size was adult SM. Bill threw that cup and strap into his cart and went to the counter to check out. He was too embarrassed to go to the checkout counter with a girl, but a guy was at the other counter, so Bill checked out there, looking somber.

And Bill was back off to his campus dorm room mulling what if anything he was going to tell Joe.

…….To be continued

[sebbie]

Bill drives back to his dormitory from the sporting goods store, still trying to figure out how he is going to come up with a plausible explanation to Joe with respect to what he just did. He needs a story line that is at least a little bit believable, at least a line that Joe does not burst out in uncontrollable laughter at the outrageousness of it all.

Bill really wants to try Sebbie’s stunt using the pieces that he just bought at the big-box sporting goods store. In short, Bill wants to try spending the night in a cup while dressing as the funchball player that he saw in the wet dream experience and run an experiment of sorts in an attempt to see exactly how his body reacts to the new “predicament” that it is in through the night. This sounds like wild and crazy fun, something a College freshman might try but probably not a high school senior.

But while this is the unvarnished truth certainly that is not an explanation that would work with Joe as to why he is wearing all the equipment he purchased to bed that night. At least that is not today’s explanation. Maybe Bill can clue Joe in a bit more as to the unvarnished truth tomorrow, or the net day.

Bill needs to come up with something that at least has an element of plausibility and sanity to it, and certainly not that he wants to see if he can still successfully jerk off while wearing a strap, a cup and a pair of really snug fitting compression shorts. The truth is just too blunt.

Naw, Bill needs a subtler excuse. Bedtime is nearing. Bill is thinking. Joe is in the room thinking bedtime is nearing too. Maybe a simple explanation is the best approach, even though it stretches the truth “just a little”. OK, well maybe a lot.

Bill finally concocts an explanation. Here it is.

“I have been thinking that I want to do some workouts at the College gym for students. The gym is only a half-block away from the dormitory. I decided I did not bring any clothes to campus suitable for that. Mostly my closet is filled with several pairs of jeans plus some colored shirts. I was out to the big box sporting goods store this afternoon, and they had racks of tee shirts and shorts on sale. Turns out, they are both made of this new Lycra blend suff. But since that stretches so much it might be just what I need for my new student gym workouts. The only problem is, after I got this stuff home, I decided that the size looks as if the fit is going to be rather snug. I thought maybe if I wore the shorts and compression tee to bed for several nights, that would loosen them up a bit when I use them at the gym.”

That sounded plausible at least, not laugh-in-your face silly. Joe seemed just listen and to take all of this in stride. Joe was a bit surprised in that Joe had never shown any interest in being an athlete or even working out in the gym before this. But if Joe had issues with Bill’s explanation, he did not show that in his facial expression. Joe just took this all in.

…….To be continued

[sebbie]

The tags still need to come off the tee and shorts, but a nail clipper in Bill’s desk drawer works fine for this. Bill has a bigger problem, however. The strap and cup came packaged in what they call a blister pack, and the blister pack has to be cut or ripped apart to get at the contents. How does he do this in front of Joe in the tiny dorm room?

Bill says

“Oh, and I decided to buy a strap too. I decided that could provide some support when I am working out.”

Bill doesn’t mention the cup, but Joe can see a cup inside the blister pack, too. Joe says nothing about what he says.

Bill says

“I think I am going to try the strap on and see if I got he right size” He proceeds to do that. After that he slips the cup in the little pouch, saying nothing more to Joe. But Joe is quietly observing all of this.

Next Bill struggles a bit as he pulls on the tee. This compression wear really does fit snug. It has to, to do its job, Bill thinks.

Finally, Bill pulls on the shorts, the ones he bought that were SM when Bill actually thought he was a MED. Man, are these snug, Bill thinks to himself, but he says nothing at all to Joe, who has been watching all of this in silence.

Yup, Joe is watching all of this with some interest of his own. Joe is not sure what is happening to him. Was that really a couple drops of precum forming at the tip of his penis just watching as Bill struggles to get into his gym garb? Joe doesn’t know, but something was going on down there. Joe did not want to even think about that.

So Bill says “I think I am ready for bed now. I hope this idea works and these clothes are going to be easier to get in and out of when I do go to the gym.

Bill never makes the point with Joe that he was ready for bed with the strap and hard cup still in place, but certainly Joe must know that, Bill thinks to himself. Oh well, no reason to raise that point at this stage.

So, Bill crawls into his twin bed wearing all of this garb, and Joe quickly lands in his own bed. The lights are off. Tomorrow is Wednesday, and both Joe and Bill have only one late class in the afternoon. In the morning they can both sleep in.

In spite of all of this, Bill quickly falls into a deep sleep, all this stuff Bill is wearing is there for sure, but for right now it doesn’t seem that uncomfortable. Indeed, it feels quite nice, not erotic nice, but nice to sleep in, at least for the time being.

Joe is having problems getting to sleep, however. In his mind’s eye, he is playing over and over what he saw and what Bill was doing. Joe thought that there must be more going on here than Bill had told him. Joe was wondering what Bill was feeling as he got into all this stuff. Remember, Joe was no more of a student athlete than Bill was and was perplexed as to what could happen if HE were to get into garb similar to what Bill had worn to bed. As a teenager, Joe had messed around more than Bill had ever done using articles of snug-fitting clothing as jerk-off aids. That is what Joe often did at home when his parents were off running errands and his older brother was at his part-time job. By the time he graduated from high school Joe had a short list of items that he “enjoyed” wearing and sometimes masturbated into. He never admitted that to anyone and kept these items secret from his family. These items did not include straps, cups or compression wear, but somehow Bill had hit some buttons in the stuff he had brought home today in the sporting goods store.

As Joe thought about this over and over, he was starting to get a little aroused just replaying what he had seen Bill just do. The basic question was his understanding of what Bill was feeling as he “tried on” the new clothes. At some point Joe got to thinking that he would really like to be in Bill’s shoes right now, so to speak, even though Bill was not wearing shoes. Joe could feel a little blood flowing into his penis as he thought about what he had just seen and that Bill was sleeping wearing this stuff right next to Joe. Joe could sense a tiny spot of precum forming on his boxer shorts just at the tip of his penis. This was in some ways exciting, but in other ways, more than a little scary. Finally Joe just drifted off thinking about what he had just seen his roommate do and wondering how it was all going with Bill in the twin-size bed just a few feet away.

……..To be continued

[sebbie]

This is getting to be a long and complex story line. Bill and Joe, both who believe themselves to be ruler- straight 19-year olds, by accident ended up as roommates in an old school men’s college dormitory that offered little if any privacy particularly for jerking off. Only 6 weeks into their freshman year, the pressures of competing in college classes along with being constantly horny but seldom able to find the privacy necessary to get relief, the unfortunate combination of conditions are taking a toll.

Bill ended up surfing the Web and ended up reading Sebbie’s “Spending the night in a Cup” Web paper. At the time, Bill thought the paper was interesting but innocuous but hardly erotic. But then Bill went to sleep and had an erotic dream involving a coed funchball competition in which both the guys and girls together were playing a crazy game with some elements of softball and some elements of soccer. Bill’s dream eye was first attracted to the women, but he was surprised in the dream when his attention suddenly turned to the guy’s uniforms, colorful, snug fitting, skin-tight spandex that looked as if the players had been poured into them. Not only that, it was clear that the guys had neat little straps on underneath and hard cups too. Bill got turned on by all of this even tho he was asleep and ended up with a big erection. He ended up with a powerful orgasm that spread cum everywhere in his bed just as he awoke from the dream. Bill was talking in his sleep, too, and that captured the attention of Joe in the other little dorm-room bed. Bill had a real mess to clean up but he also thought the orgasm he had was nothing short of amazing as to how it felt.

The next day, after cleaning himself up, Bill decided that he needed to get himself a real funchball outfit at a local sporting goods store. Today he found something very close and he decided to try the uniform on and then crawl into bed wearing it, much as Sebbie’s paper had suggested. Keep in mind that neither Joe nor Bill was a high school athlete and neither had ever even worn a strap, let alone a hard cup.

Joe watched Bill get into his new purchases and, to Joe’s surprise, got a little aroused as he was watching. Not a big-penis arousal, but he could feel precum forming at the very tip of his penis as he watched Bill struggle to get into and adjust his new clothing to his body. Joe was surprised by this because he had always thought he was perfectly straight and not at all interested in or attracted to othe men, even men who might be sexually excited, as Joe suspected Bill might be under the circumstances.

Actually, Bill was a bit disappointed. Initially he did not know how his body was going to “respond” to the clothes and snug-fitting little strap. He thought he might quickly end up with a big erection that would not even fit inside the cup, but that was not the case. Bill had no difficulty fitting his male member inside the cup, and did not notice any significant degree of discomfort as he crawled into bed. Bill was perhaps even thinking that what Sebbie had written was all wrong, or at least did not work for Bill.

Joe, on the other hand, was rather turned on by what he observed even though he had no new clothes like Bill had. This bothered Joe to a certain degree at least, because never before had he gotten himself aroused just by looking at another guy. Bill fell asleep wearing the funchball uniform garb. But Joe laid awake in his dorm room bed still thinking about all of this and what it might mean for Joe and his future.

……..To be continued.