What to wear?

[sebbie]

 
So Bill passed Joe the link for Sebbie’s “Cup” paper and suggested that Joe read it if he wanted to find out more. And “ruler-straight” Joe WAS interested in finding out what had happened that led to the entire sequence of events with Bill over the past few days, in particular, what could have precipitated Bill’s vivid funchball dream as well as the events that followed that caused Bill to make some purchases at the sporting goods store.

Joe wasn’t saying it, but, to be certain, Joe had actually had more experience growing up as a teenager using articles of clothing as an aid in masturbation as a teenager when he was left home alone than Bill had had. He even had a particularly favorite pair of tighty whiteys as a teenager, a pair that somehow fit really snug (boy’s size 14). Joe loved to dig that pair out of the bottom of his dresser drawer, pull them on, then get an erection and masturbate to ejaculation while still wearing the underwear. This pair of underwear seldom got thrown into the laundry and washed. The yellowish cum stains would just dry into those interesting starchy patches teen guys are so familiar with.

When Joe got the privacy to masturbate again, he would find the stains on his jerk-off briefs-of-choice to be strangely erotic. Joe looked at that pair of underwear with a kind of reverence that made him feel like he was now a man, or at least in the process of becoming a man, and the stains each reminded him of what he so much liked about being a guy, and, maybe more importantly, pride at how good he had gotten in just making cum stains. Joe kept tossing this stained underwear in the bottom of his dresser drawer, recognizing that no one else would likely dig in there let alone “discover” what he was doing to (with) himself and his little “personal jerk-off trophy”.

As a teenager, every sexual sensation is a new experience that could lead to something new and unexpected. Guys that age do not fully understand or appreciate all the possibilities and how each possibility might feel. Sexual feelings get a grip on a guy and then just hang there waiting to be experienced to their fullest. In high school, Joe had seen athletes who wore straps and, he thought, maybe even cups, and he thought this was, well, interesting (well, maybe more than just interesting) to have your balls and dick contained snuggly inside all of this. But there was no way he was going to convince his parents that he needed a strap and a cup. What for, for goodness sakes, anyway?

Joe, now just 6 weeks into his freshman year and living in a little dorm room with a roommate, was already longing for the moments of privacy that he had when he was a teen-ager living at home. There just wasn’t that much privacy anywhere in college, certainly not the privacy he loved when his parents left him home alone as a teen and he could do what he wanted in his room.

So, the contents of Sebbie’s paper did not end up being that much a shock to Joe, in part because when Joe daydreamed, he had sometimes thought along much the same lines, basically that penises loved to be in confined spaces, and if that confined space was not inside another person, this could at least be the next best thing for sure, at least for the time being.

Plus, it suddenly occurred to Joe that this could perhaps even lead to a partial solution to the lack of privacy for jerking off that he was having in College. After all, what Bill had been doing the last couple of nights wasn’t gay at all (or was it???). Bill had been just jerking off in his bed, at night, on his own. There was no way anyone could possibly call that gay partner sex. It was just another guy getting his rocks off, so to speak, under the covers. Best not to read too much into all of this, especially when the thoughts drifted over into the sexual psychology of what might be going on.

All of this seemed innocuous, as a consequence. Solo jerk-off sessions are certainly not a gay-only experience. Every guy does those, for goodness sakes. But then what about a solo jerk-off session occurring while another guy is in the same room. Joe thought that he bet those occurred all the time in close quarters in the military, and those guys at least claimed for all those years that they were not gay. Joe wondered how all of this worked now with open gays now in the military.

Still, there was something really erotic, Joe thought, just THINKING about another guy jerking off. The idea that Joe was in the same room in college as a guy who he now knew WAS jerking off, even under the covers, was somehow a thought Joe could not easily get out of his mind. But Joe knew he was ruler straight. What gives, anyway? How can this be so erotic when there is no sexual contact between the two people, indeed one of the two was not even masturbating, but merely silently contemplating what the other guy was doing. That is a tough question, to be sure.

Joe thought some more. If all this funchball-uniform-as-sleepwear thing is as much fun as Sebbie claimed and now Bill claimed, what was the harm in it all, anyway? After all, Joe was in College and could make a lot more decisions on his own. It was not as if Joe and Bill were suddenly planning on having roommate sex together, or something even close to that. However, Joe realized that if he did get his own togs at the sporting goods store, it was entirely possible that BOTH Bill AND Joe could climb into bed wearing their newly acquired gym clothes and just see what happens.

Joe thought about this. He thought a lot about this. He finally said to Bill “You know what? I think I need my own funchball uniform too!”

Bill said “Let’s go out to the big-box sporting goods store and get you fixed up!” Bill knew exactly where he was going to take Joe, right to the racks of compression shorts and tees, but in navy blue not steel gray. And then a trip to the jock strap-and-cup section. You see, Bill still had the funchball dream in the back of his mind!

………To be continued

[sebbie]

So, Bill and Joe hopped back into Bill’s car and they were off to the big box sporting goods store, about 2 ½ miles from the dormitory. Bill pretty much knew where in the store he wanted to take Joe in order to find the compression gear. Bill took Joe over to the navy blue rack of tees and the other rack of navy blue compression shorts too.

Joe asked “What size should I buy?”

Bill said “Well, I went with the medium (MED) on the tee, but the small (SM) on the shorts. My waist is about 32”, so the small undersizes just a little.”

Joe: “Well, Sebbie said it’s good to undersize the shorts a bit so the cup stays in place. I think I will try those too!”

Then Joe and Bill wandered over to the rack of athletic supporters. Bill showed Joe the Flarico strap and cup that Bill had purchased. Joe took one of those, but then spotted a separate pee-wee-sized cup from McDavid, designed as a hard cup for little league players.

Joe said “Well Sebbie said the smaller the cup, the better the experience, or something like that, anyway.” Joe threw the McDavid pee-wee cup in the shopping cart too.”I can always use that cup with the Flarico Pouch and run some experiments”

Bill: “Are you through shopping then?”

Joe; “Pretty much, but….” Joe’s voice trailed off as he stared down at his toes.

Joe: “Bill, I always thought those little swim briefs like the divers wear were neat-looking, and I always wanted to see what I would look like in one of them”

Bill: “Well, there is a small lap-pool over at the student gym. Maybe we do need some swimwear if we are serious about getting in shape.”

With that, Bill and Joe head off to the men’s swimwear section of the sporting goods store.

So, Bill and Joe remain college roommates in the antiquated freshman dorm who think of themselves as ruler-straight. However, in their first 6 weeks at college, they have revealed a little more to each other about parts of their sexual beings than most guys their age are certainly comfortable in doing. To me, the most interesting part of this story is about what each has already said, or not yet said, about techniques that work for jerking off, but also what is happening in each of their own brains in a situation where they realize that the other guy is experiencing sexual pleasure as part of a solo-sex jerk- off session.

Bill and Joe probably both will enjoy going to the student gym for workouts on a regular basis, wearing some of the clothing items they have purchased or are in the process of purchasing right now. Compression tees and shorts for these workouts! Sure! Straps? Maybe! Cups? I will get back to you on that!

Do Bill and Joe even KNOW how to swim in a gym pool? Are they now shopping for competition style (racing) swimwear normally worn buy guys who swim well when they should be shopping for suits commonly worn by the “minnows”?

And what about where we have gotten with respect to what Joe as learned about Bill and Bill about Joe on normally what 19-y/o guys consider to be very private and personal subjects?

These and other questions MIGHT be answered in the upcoming episodes. There is still a long way for this story to go for sure.

….To be continued

[sebbie]

So, Bill and Joe wandered over to the other side of the big-box sporting goods store, with Joe pushing a cart in front of him. Joe didn’t know exactly what he would be looking for in the swimsuit racks. Sometimes the stores kept the briefs-style swimwear on separate racks from the regular swimwear, but sometimes the briefs ended up getting intermingled with the other suits, and it was often difficult to see what was in a rack like that without looking at each suit one-at-a-time.

Keep in mind that Bill and Joe were into the sixth week of the fall semester. The semester had started in late August, so now they were at the first week in October. The summer swimming season was long over, as the public pools had all closed on Labor Day a month ago. The sporting goods store tried to cater to the serious recreational fitness swimmers year round, and had not completely cleaned out their stock of suits.

Instead, all the men’s swimsuit inventory was just tossed together on a single large circular rack. There was some sizing info, as in suits separated in 28-30, 32-34, 36-38 groups, but that was about it. The suits on the rack were all mixed together in terms of style, some briefs, some jammers and some board shorts. The briefs were often hidden behind the longer suits, and not that easy to see. But the best thing was the big sign over the rack that said “All Clearance Swimwear, 60 percent off” Joe suddenly knew that in order to engage in what amounted to a diver-boy fantasy, he was not going to have to spend a lot of money.

Clearance swimwear racks always have interesting combinations of stuff. They include anything that did not move during the regular season for whatever reason, but usually because the style or color was considered by shoppers to be a bit oddball. And this clearance rack was no exception.

To be sure, there were a few suits that seemed surprising they were still there on clearance. There were some rather plain board shorts, and a few solid black jammers. There were even some standard blue Speedo® Endurance briefs in size 32. The tag said “Sapphire”. The price was marked 60% off, $14. But the sides looked to be nearly 3-inches wide, and would not give the diver-boy look Joe was thinking about.

Then Joe spotted the suit he really wanted, a Speedo® Solar suit in a maroon color. That had narrow 1 1/2 inch sides, but the size was only a 30. Joe wondered if he would be able to fit himself into such a skimpy suit, but the price was right at $12. Without thinking about this potential issue any more, Joe threw the suit into the cart, because it was the look in his fantasy.

Bill was starting to get a little bit excited by all of this too, and began to think that if Joe was able to find a suit without any real problems, maybe he could too. And there on the rack was another navy blue Speedo® Solar, size 30 too, and also marked $12. Bill threw that into the cart too.

Joe looked at the Jammers. Some of those were marked $14. Joe decided that if he was too embarrassed to wear his suit at the gym pool, he could pull a pair of black jammers over the little Solar brief. Bill thought that was a good idea, and he also threw a navy $14 jammer into the cart, his a Tyr brand size 32.

Bill and Joe checked out at the counter and walked with their respective clothing items back to the car for the trip back to the dorm room. Joe was thinking about the fun he would have trying on all his newly- acquired items. But remember, Bill and Joe both had a scheduled class today that met at 4:30 to 5;20, and it was nearly 4 pm by the time they had gotten checked out and hopped back into the car.

……To be continued

[sebbie]

Bill and Joe just barely got back from the sporting goods store to get to their 4:30 classes. Both of them did make it to class, but if the truth be known, they were lucky that nothing that critical happened during the classes.

Joe’s mind, in particular, was way off somewhere else. As a young teenager, he had always wondered how he would look and what it would feel like to wear a skimpy diver’s style swimsuit, and now with the new maroon Solar brief, he was going to be able to find out maybe shortly after he got back to the dorm room from the class, a class that somehow seemed to drag on and on.

“Professors must thoroughly enjoy listening to their own voice drone on and on”, Joe thought. Joe wasn’t 100 percent certain what the professor teaching the class was even talking about, something about evidence of sexism in early Middle East literature. The topic seemed light-years away from what Joe was in college to do.

One of the hurdles in getting a college degree is that as freshen, you generally get tossed into a University studies program, which frequently requires students to take courses a long ways away from their intended major. What does Middle Eastern literature have to do with getting a technical degree, anyway?

Joe was thinking about this, and how boring this class had become, but he was also wondering about something else. Oddly enough, he could feel a growing wet spot at the tip of his penis on his cotton briefs. This wasn’t noticeable on his jeans, but obviously, Joe wasn’t only thinking about Middle Eastern literature today. The trip to the sporting goods store and what he had just purchased was going around in his mind over and over, not only the maroon Solar brief, but the compression shorts and tee, and the strap he had purchased with no less than two different hard cups, and one of those looked really, really small and snug. Joe was thinking about whether he was ever going to be able to fit his body and Joe’s penis was responding in its own inimitable way, informing Joe of what it thought about all those snug-fitting clothing choices Joe had made in the guise of just needing gym clothes for workouts at the student gym.

Meanwhile, in another class, Bill was not doing a whole lot better. That class was a little more interesting and less dull, but not by much. Bill worried that maybe he had told Joe too much about what he was doing and what had happened to him in bed at night, and that Joe might have second thought about being so cool with everything he now knew about Bill. Still, Bill knew that joe and bill had hit it off quite well as dorm roommates from day one. They both were focused on getting a college degree and then a well-paying job. If nothing else, that shared goal bonded Bill and Joe.

Bill’s bigger concern (or was it a worry?) was that he had never worn a swim brief in his entire life, and he had just purchased himself an, err, rather skimpy one. Bill wondered how his body was going to react to this new “situation”. Bill was actually a little bigger down there than Joe, (although not by that much) and Bill suddenly started to worry whether everything would fit the way it should. Maybe Bill would just look silly. And how was he going to position himself if he did get the suit on OK? How would the material in the suit feel coming in direct contact with the extra sensitive underside of Bill’s penis? Would Bill laugh at how he looked in the mirror? Bill’s penis was starting to send a response to all these thoughts too, which started as what could only be described as a gentle tension or tightening that he could clearly feel. Not an erection, mind you, but that odd feeling that guys sometimes get where they start to think that an erection could be imminent. Thankfully, guys can often go along in that stage for significant periods, but what would happen as Bill contemplated the reality of actually getting into the skimpy suit? Bill had no clue, save the damp spot he was now sensing too at the very tip of his penis.

BBBRRRINNNNGG!!! Classes were over, and Bill and Joe were headed back to the dorm room.

…….To be continued

[sebbie]

At this point, Bill and Joe both faced somewhat of a dilemma, a dilemma made more complicated still by their male teenage bodies filled with male hormones and erections that frequently occur in unexpected or unwanted situations. They had both just done something that for both of them resulted in a degree of excitement, but also in a degree of apprehension.

As any guy knows, penises absolutely love the unexpected and the unknown. In fact, penises love the exact feelings of apprehension and uncertainty that drives guys bananas in their brains. The unknown and the unexpected creates the feelings of apprehension when there is something that involves any body part located in the groin area. This is the combination of sheer terror melded with gloriously wonderful joy that accompanies so many situations that have a sexual component. Let’s just say that college freshmen would still be learning about all of this and how to deal with the two very different psychological experiences at the same time.

This becomes doubly true for Bill and Joe in part because they had not exactly grown up as kids wearing swim briefs on a regular basis, let alone a rather skimpy Solar brief designed as much to show off the male body as for practical swimwear. The kids who grow up doing this pre-pubescent end up entering puberty basically with all but none of this apprehensiveness about wearing swim briefs and how it this will feel on their male body parts. For Bill and Joe, this apprehension is directly related to already being college students with none of these “life experiences” when they were younger. But this same apprehensiveness is part of the energy driving the experience they are about to have in getting into their new suits. How will their bodies respond in this “novel” situation? Will they be able to maintain control of key “bodily functions” as they are running their experiments?

Let me be honest here: there is also a sexual orientation issue floating around in all of this, bubbling along just under the surface. Now Bill and Joe can go back to their dorm room and at the same time try on their new suits, and there is no sexual orientation issue. But what happens if in so doing, either one or the other starts to get a serious hard-on. What if both of them do? What if the situation gets so carried away that one or both of them go right into a powerful ejaculation? What if the two of them explode approximately together? Is this a bona fide gay experience or merely two guys who both have something of a Speedo® fetish in that they both get off by first crawling into and then jerking off in the suits with reckless abandon. Is this all a solo-sex experience or a modified partner-sex experience?

If this happens to Bill and Joe, are both of them still comfortable in their ruler-straight skins? What are these sexual feelings and sensations that have nothing to do with women and girls but keep popping up anyway? Should these kinds of feelings be suppressed, ignored, or treated as if they were simply not there at all? Or, should they be celebrated and encouraged as just one part of what it means to be a real guy with real sexual feelings encompassing a broad not narrowly defined "acceptable" range of erotic activities? This is not an easy question to answer for sure. All of this is at the very core of the apprehension Joe and Bill are now experiencing.

I think I have backed into a major reason why brief-style swimwear is not that popular for many young males. There are terrified of getting into this situation in, say, a gym locker room with their peer teens wandering around. Guys like to maintain what amounts to an unrealistic image that they are always in control of their bodies in all ways including what their penises are feeling and want to do. Of course, this is not true, but guys like to try to maintain the myth anyway. Anything less leads to peers calling labels like wimp, jerk off, socially challenged or worse. Never mind that the peers calling them out are facing nearly the same challenges with their own bodies, and nearly the same apprehension and uncertainty. Some guys deal with their psychological pain by calling out their peers regarding the same issues that are troubling the guys calling them out. This seems really weird, but that is what many guys like to do and that is the way it is!

So, where are Joe and Bill now? Back at the dorm from their classes and entering the dorm room as I write this. Both Bill and Joe’s penises have informed them in no uncertain terms that their respective penises are more than a little apprehensive but still enthusiastic about the situation that appears to be about to unfold. The respective penises have sent clear signals to bill and Joe about this in a number of ways. Joe especially seemed excited at the sporting goods store when he threw the Solar swim brief he found in the shopping cart. He was soon going to be able to act out something he had thought about for a long time growing up, but never had the opportunity to do.

Bill threw his choice in swim briefs into the shopping cart with only a bit less enthusiasm than Joe. After all, Bill had never done this either. He was at least mildly curious too. Well, maybe more than mildly apprehensive

But now the apprehensive part was eating away at both Joe and Bill. What Joe thought was going to be fun to try might end up in an unexpected place that could affect his roommate bonds with Bill. Bill was thinking much the same thing as well. Is this something any “normal" male college roommates would do alone, let alone at the same time in a dorm room? What a question to ponder.

Never mind that both of them were getting signals from their penises that basically were basically looking forward to the opportunity that appeared to be going to happen soon. Penises are funny organs in all sorts of ways. They signal their pleasure with a psychological situation going on in a guy’s brain like this by producing viscous drops of precum. Guys know that this can get weird, as this sometimes pretty much happens on its own. Then there is a funny though quite pleasant feeling sense of tension that frequently overtakes the penis starting at the base of the penis. Most guys enjoy this feeling of tension very much that goes right along with the squeezing out of precum fluid one tiny drop at-a-time. But guys also quickly learn that even though these feelings and sensations are not an erection as such, they represent an arousal starting point that could easily develop into a full-blown erection and then ejaculation.

By the time guys are the age of Bill and Joe, they have learned to ride along with and enjoy these pre-erection feelings for extended periods of time without anything further, or more embarrassing, happening. I call this “riding the wave”. That is exactly what Bill and Joe were doing sitting in class and contemplating what could happen after they got home from class. That is why they were not paying a lot of attention to the lecture. The sensations were just too enjoyable to not focus on them.

These feelings and sensations, the precum drops, the sense of a very pleasant tension in the penis but not yet significant expansion of the penis, of course provide the basic power needed to keep the entire experience going first to erection and finally to orgasm. In solo sex, a lot of guys miss out on a lot of this in part because they are way too focused on getting to the ejaculation part as quickly as possible, possibly to reduce the risk of being “discovered". But a “slow hand” often works a whole lot better (I think there was a song about this) with both a lengthier bit also a much more enjoyable overall sexual experience from start to finish. And guys do not need to have a partner in order to learn how to accomplish this.

Bill and Joe arrive back at the dorm room feeling “horny as hell” and are embarking on a whole new sexual experience as roommates. Where might this all lead? I will let you know!

……..To be continued

[sebbie]

It was 5:35 PM by the time both Bill and Joe had made it back to the dorm room. They were planning on going out to get a sandwich to eat, but they decided maybe they should look at their purchases first. They each had a plastic bag of new clothes with the logo of the big-box sporting goods store on the outside. In Joe’s case, the larger items were at the bottom of the bag, and the smaller items on top, except that the strap and the two cups in their little blister packs had slipped to the bottom of the bag too.

Joe reached into the bag, and, of course, the first item he pulled out of the bag was the little maroon Solar brief.

Joe called out to Bill “Hey Bill, let’s try new swimsuits on, and see for sure if we got the right size or not.”

Bill said: “I was thinking about that too!”

Of course, the suits were on a clearance rack, and the store probably would not have exchanged them for size, anyway, but Joe’s statement at least sounded somewhat plausible.

The suits of course were loaded down with 3 tags on each that discussed the merits of the suits. Joe knew he had a toenail clipper in his desk drawer and started snipping tags. Then he passed the clippers over to Bill and he did the same.

Joe said: “I suppose I should strip down if I am going to see if the suit fits me right.”

Bill agreed, and soon both of them were slipping out of their clothes.

Joe took off his shoes, socks, and PacSun Bullhead Skinny jeans first, and then slipped out of his blue-and-white checked shirt. Bill did likewise, with his Levis coming off before his royal blue polo shirt.
Joe was now standing there wearing only his tighty whiteys. Bill at this point was clad only in his plaid boxers, aside from a little silver-color chain around his neck.

Joe and Bill had seen each other clad this way in their skiveys dozens of times, just before nearly every lights out.

With that, Joe drops his white briefs and starts to pull on his brand new maroon Solar. Joe was feeling a little apprehensive at this point, but he felt almost surprisingly in control despite the sensation of tension in his penis and groin area. Joe was a bit stumped on how exactly he was supposed to position himself inside the brief, up, down or to one side. Initially, he thought that down was the obvious choice, but that seemed uncomfortable. He then tried positioning himself to one side or another. Finally Joe tried the “up” position. Joe really liked the way he looked in the mirror in that position, but there was one problem, well, maybe two problems. Meanwhile Bill was getting into his own navy blue suit while silently watching and taking in the positioning experiments Joe was running.

Joe quickly discovered that the underside of his penis is much more sensitive than the top. The slippery Lycra material felt really great next to and sliding along the underside of his penis. This penis next to Lycra felt cool in the up position. Joe quickly noticed a drop of precum forming on his new suit, right where the tip of his penis was in the suit. He also quickly noticed that he was starting to grow and get hard, quite hard in fact.

Bill was also attempting to find a comfortable position for himself. Quite frankly, Bill was better endowed than Joe when he was not aroused. Joe was more of a grower. And Bill was starting to confront some of the same issues that Joe was facing. The down position worked poorly for Bill too. Sideways was a little better but not by much. And by that point Bill was starting to grow and produce precum too. Then Bill tried the up position, and instantly he understood why Joe liked that so much. Bill was suddenly getting hard, real hard. Bill was now very concerned that he had gotten himself to the point of no return, so to speak.

And all of the events of the days were too much for Joe. Joe was losing control too and he knew it. Sometimes you can take only so much stimulation and then everything comes aparts and there is an explosion of semen. This happens not only because of what is going on now, but the accumulated impact of all the events of the day.

All of the day’s events were just too much. Both Bill and Joe soon exploded in consecutive bursts of semen, only about 30 minutes apart, semen that got all over both of their new suits.

Was this just solo sex, or was this some crazy type of partner sex? Who knows? More importantly, who cares?

Joe and Bill were both still planning on going out to eat, but first they needed to get their new suits washed out and their own bodies cleaned up. And the showers were way down the hall.

…….To be continued

[sebbie]

Bill and Joe figured the easiest way to clean up afterwards was to take a shower. They both put on their terry cloth robes, and stuck their respective “soiled” Solars crumpled up in the big robe pockets. Then, when they took their showers they simply pulled their suits out of the pockets in the robes and laid them on the tiled shower floor where the water from the shower heads would hit them.

This actually worked like a charm. The suits were almost instantly all wet from the shower water, and it was simply a matter of picking up the suits and wringing them out. They did this for two or three times, and now the suits were as clean as new. All that needed to happen now was to hang the suits up on their respective towel racks in the dorm room, and everything would be as good as new, or t least nearly so.

Joe and Bill then again got dressed, Bill in his Levis 511 and Joe once again in his PacSun skinny jeans. Bill switched to a sand-colored polo shirt and Bill went with another shirt he had with a narrow red-and-white stripe on everything but the collar, which was solid white. Both Joe and Bill looked pretty sharp.

There was a nice Burger King® only a short walking distance from the dorm room, and Joe had a “Two Whopper meals for $8.99 coupon. The price was right, well within the budget of a college freshman to be sure. Plus, Bill was, well, amused by the fact that both Bill and Joe would be ordering whoppers right after, well, you know what just happened.

Orgasms, especially male orgasms, are weird fun in all sorts of marvelous ways. Sometimes erections seem to happen almost instantly, after only a minute or two of just seeing something the guy thinks is exciting. But sometimes the arousal sequence is an experience that an last for the better part of the day as arousing events keep piling up as the day wears on. Each one of these individual events may not appear to amount to much, say Joe thinking about the possibility of owning his own diver boy suit, something he had never done before. Then there was the process of actually going to the store and finding the suit that was in his fantasy. At the start of all of this, Joe did not particularly even think that he was going to get a suit that was arousing he would jerk off in, the idea of looking like a diver was simply a fantasy that he had long. It was only after Joe got INTO the suit that he discovered that doing so was quite arousing.

The combination of the skimpy fit, the slick Lycra, and the experiments in positioning oneself repeatedly inside the suit along with something of a discovery that the underside of his penis was far more sensitive than on top all worked together to make Joe hard. Of course, sitting in a boring class merely contemplating what could happen once Joe got back to the dorm room did not hurt, either.

What surprised Joe was that Bill, a guy who always acted in control, quickly got himself worked up into exactly the same state. Joe thought that this was interesting, especially because Joe and Bill both regarded themselves as quite straight. What is it about being in a doom when another guy is getting an erection and then an orgasm that is so sexually exciting, anyway? Both Bill and Joe were thinking about this as they ordered their couponed Whopper combos. Neither Bill nor Joe wanted to start a conversation about what had just took place. Both of them thought that maybe the less that was said, the better. Just treat the entire sequence events like one would treat any private solo sex jerk off session. After all, when both Joe and Bill were growing up, they would never announce to the rest of their family what they had just done for goodness sakes.

Maybe silence was the best policy here as well. The less said the better. Bill and Joe were still roommates and good friends. In many respects they were very similar, two career-focused straight guys. They were still two career-focused straight guys. Maybe a little time would make everything like it was again. But then, both Bill and Joe had their other clothing items. Could they resist the urges to mess around with these items if only just a bit?

…….To be continued