Just a dumb fuck

A whole new ball game…

Have you any idea how vicious water polo is? I think I might have given the impression that it’s played by a bunch of pansies who shave their legs and swim round in pretty circles like those ballerina hippos in that cartoon. It’s really nothing like that.

It might look calm on the surface, especially where the referee is watching, but underwater it’s a whole different ball game. The referee can’t see underwater. I got punched, elbowed, kicked, my trunks grabbed and nearly ripped off, my armpit hair yanked so hard I thought it had been torn out and somebody even slipped their hand in my speedos and grabbed my balls just as I jumped up to intercept a pass. That bloody hurt! If I hadn’t been doubled over in agony I would have punched his teeth so far down his throat he would have needed to stick his toothbrush up his arse to clean them! Assuming I could figure out who did it. Whoever it was just came gliding in like a Great White as I launched up out of the pool and almost ripped my nads off before vanishing back into the depths. Bastard! I have a sneaking suspicion it might even have been Nathan or Riley getting their own back for me calling them girls last night.

As we were getting changed back in the changing rooms everyone was comparing injuries and bruises. I’ve got a new layer of bruises over my boxing bruises, but nobody was unscathed and this is just a training session remember, not a match against a different school. That’s going to be tough. Nathan’s actually got a wicked red weal on his inner thigh where somebody wrenched his trunks as he was tussling to defend our goal and I hit him with a real stinger of a towel flick right on his arse cheek just as he was showing it off to another guy. If it was him who got at me in the pool he’ll think twice about doing it again. He didn’t get too mad at me for towel flicking him because everyone was doing it to everyone else, him included. In fact I called him Nat a couple of times and he didn’t seem to mind.

This is a really good bunch of guys. Though its only my first ever try at water polo I’ve done well enough to be accepted into the squad and they’re already saying I might make it onto the reserve list for the first match of the new season in a couple of weeks’ time. I’m the only freshman that’s been accepted into the squad this year but I’m as big as most of the rest of them and can dish out the punishment well enough if somebody starts on me. There are twenty of us in the squad, and we need seven players for a team, so when you count that we have a first team and a second team, and we need reserves for both, I think I’m going to get selected often enough to play. Anyway, it’s great training for keeping fit alongside my boxing.

When training was over we headed back to the dorms to get changed into smarts ready for dinner. Nathan and me got some stick from the rest when we were changing, especially when Nat borrowed Kyle’s muscle gel to rub on his groin to take the sting away. Obviously he can rub it in himself but it didn’t stop then all suggesting I should be his new swim buddy and rub the gel in for him.

“He’ll return the favour, rub some gel on your aching balls for you, won’t you Nat?” said Travis, “that’s what buddies are for.”

Like that is ever going to happen. The pain-killer gel Kyle used on my sides is good but no way was I going to rub any on Nathan, or even rub it on my own balls. Can you imagine the problems that would cause? I can’t keep my dick down at the best of times let alone what might happen if I’m rubbing stuff down there with them all watching and making comments. Sometimes we could do with a bit more privacy in this place. It’s not even like I can go the washroom and get some guaranteed privacy for more than a few minutes at a time. I’ve almost been caught twice trying to have a sly wank when I thought there was nobody around.

That’s another thing too. How do these guys get their rocks off if they are all circumcised? I mean, obviously they do, we all do, we’re guys aren’t we, but surely it must be different for them? I definitely need my net back so I can Google it. It’s not like I can just ask the guys is it?

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Friday afternoon seemed to arrive in no time and after classes finished I changed out of uniform and into smarts ready for tea. I was thinking of what I could be doing over the weekend as I walked over to tea with Shane and Will. Travis had already sneaked off to the gym and I assumed Noah had gone with him. Apparently Noah does lots of skipping to keep fit for his running and lacrosse, and counts all the reps Travis does in his exercises. Farm boy you see. Travis can work out his muscles, or count, but not both together.

Things are looking good for this weekend: I’ve no private study work to do worth thinking of, my essay on Tecumseh is coming along well and will be my main task for Saturday morning whilst all the other freshmen are learning to march. Boy, do some of them need it. In a couple of weeks’ time I’ll be able to join in the “Squad Activities” on Saturday mornings when they move on from their basic parade drill. I could join in that right now, but they seem to have forgotten my approvals have come through and I’ve deliberately kept my head down for now, I can do without the faff of learning to march up to the top of the hill and then back down again with the chocolate box troopers. I’ve already got my parade drills sorted with the cadets back home yonks ago. No, I can sit quiet in the library until next semester when they shift onto “Minor Unit Tactics”, that’s way more fun. We get to run around in the woods over by the pond learning how to patrol and set up ambushes and defence positions and stuff like that. Again, it’s something I’ve already done back home but I don’t mind doing it again, it’s way better than drill. Plus, from what I have heard from the guys, we get loads of blank ammo and thunderflashes here to use in the training, way more than ever we got back home. Even a machine gun too, not just rifles. You got to say this for the Yanks, they don’t skimp on kit.

Shane and I drank our coffee but didn’t hang around long chatting with the other guys. Will was happy enough hanging out with his friends from the other dorms and so me and Shane stuffed our pockets with cookies and slipped off back to our dorm. I’d promised to give him a hand understanding harmonic motion equations in private study – maths isn’t his strongpoint. The plan was that if we got his maths worksheet squared off early, Kyle would probably let us finish private study way before dinner and that would give us time to rip a film to Shane’s laptop for later. Obviously I’m not going to do the worksheet for him, just show him the different solutions again and eventually it’ll sink in.

Shane’s not stupid, just not good at maths, or at least, not good at learning it the way he’s being taught it. That’s the problem with teachers. They are good at the subjects they teach, which is why they teach them of course, but they can’t understand why somebody else struggles with something that is easy to them. It’d help if they could try and make stuff interesting too. Who cares if ω = 2 π f ? If you stick an equation full of unknowns and Greek letters in front of Shane his brain starts snoring. But say this bit of the equation represents the spring on a car and this bit is like the suspension damper, and if you get both terms to agree right it won’t tip over at the first corner, then it’s even interesting to Shane and he’ll learn about harmonic motion without even knowing it. That’s another reason why we should be doing Greek and not Spanish. The Greeks were good at maths. What have the Spanish ever done?

When we got back to the dorm and burst through the door we startled Nathan who was putting his trousers on. Now, we could see the tube of muscle gel on his bed, in fact we could even smell it almost before we got fully into the room, so we knew exactly what he’d been doing – putting the gel on his leg where he’d got hurt during the water polo game. Of course, we weren’t going to let him get away with an innocent explanation like that were we? Well, Shane wasn’t.

“Oooops, sorry Nat, we didn’t get the memo. C’mon Boots, back to tea so the Corporal can finish jacking off in private. In fact, don’t worry, Nat,” he continued, “your new buddy’s here now, you can just lie back and let him jack you off instead of doing it yourself. I’ll go make myself scarce for thirty seconds.”

Nathan will make it into the rounders team as a pitcher before Shane does. He snatched up the tube of gel and hurled it at us, catching Shane a perfect ‘thwack’ right between the shoulder blades as he tried to dive away and go for cover behind my bed. Shane still wasn’t giving up. “That’s the benefit of being a Corporal, Boots. We have to sneak off to jerk down the washrooms when we think nobody is around but once you’ve got stripes and a bit of power you can just order everybody out of the room.”

I was trying to think of a good insult too but was struggling to better the “30 seconds” bit that Shane had thrown in and which Nathan had completely missed. Nathan was in a good mood though and as he left the dorm to go over for tea he just smirked and said, “Well, you guys have the room to yourselves now. I’ll make an announcement over at tea telling everyone to knock before entering when they head back here. Boots, let Shane show you how pitchers really wax their glove.”

As Nat’s footsteps died away down the corridor and Shane crawled out from behind my bed, still smiling, I couldn’t help but ask, “Shane, how do you guys jack off? I mean, like, with not having a foreskin? It’s got to be different, right?” Okay, so I know it’s a dumb question but it’s been bugging me ever since I discovered most Americans are circumcised. I wasn’t going to ask it but it just slipped out. Things do. My brain doesn’t always have a choke hold on my tongue.

Anybody else might have thought I was weird, but not Shane.  Well, maybe he does but he’s nice about it anyway. He just smirked at me for a moment but then before he could answer there were footsteps outside and the door was opening. It was Travis back from the gym, but without Noah. Travis was carrying two bags, his own and Noah’s. He dropped Noah’s bag on his bed by the door, then slid his own across the floor, perfectly judging it so it came to rest right at the foot of his bed. “Strike!” he yelled, then added, “Noah’ll be here in a moment, he’s just stopped off at the washroom.”

“Maybe you should pop down the washroom and ask Noah to give you a demonstration,” laughed Shane, much to the bewilderment of Travis. “He might even draw you a picture too.” Well, by the time Noah turned up my face was red as a beetroot from all the teasing I’d just had after Shane insisted on explaining to Travis what I’d asked him, and it just got worse when both of them went over it all again to amuse Noah too. “We’ll do you a deal, Boots,” laughed Travis finally, “You tell us what it’s like with a girl and Shane will let you have a quick play with his dick tonight in the showers. Can’t beat hands on experience with a buddy.”  Thankfully Kyle turned up at that point, followed just a few minutes later by Will, so the teasing stopped as Kyle reminded us all we should be getting down to private study.

Trying to teach Shane about simultaneous equations wasn’t as easy as I thought, mainly because his mind was on other things. Winding me up, mainly. He wasn’t going to let me get away with asking him a stupid question about wanking. We were sitting together at his desk so I could run through some examples for him, and every few minutes he kept giving me a grin and saying, “This is really hard, I’m so glad you’re giving me a hand with it,” and he clearly wasn’t talking about the equation! Travis kept glancing over at us and giggling too because he could hear what Shane was saying, and several times he was moving his hand about under the desk as if he were jerking off just to wind me up more.

Shane being more interested in taunting me rather than paying attention to maths blew my plans for an early finish to study right out of the water, so we ended up working all the way through until dinner. At the end of dinner we were formally stood down from duties and though I wanted to head back to the dorm and watch a DVD – Will has a huge selection – the rest of the guys decided we would hang around in the ante-room for a while for a coffee and chat with some of their friends from other dorms and classes. I didn’t mind too much as a few of the guys from the polo squad came over to chat and they were just as happy as I was to tease Shane and Travis about their choice of girlie sports. Obviously, I’d made sure to tell as many people as possible that baseball, actually ‘rounders,’ was only played by girls back home and, well, there wasn’t much that needed to be said about guys in lycra rolling around on the floor trying to get on top of each other was there?

Before we knew it, it was gone nine and so we made our way back to the dorm with a view that because it was Friday night we could probably get away with watching a film anyway, especially as Nathan was away for the weekend. Like quite a few of the seniors, Kyle had a car and had offered to drive Nathan over to Pittsburgh as soon as dinner was over instead of waiting for his parents to come and pick him up in the morning. According to the guys, that meant Kyle was unlikely to be back much before midnight. Obviously we weren’t going to take advantage of the situation too much but it did mean a nice relaxed start to the weekend.

As soon as we got back to the dorm, Will set about rigging up his laptop to a 50 inch LCD display screen he’d borrowed from one of the computer rooms that afternoon. Travis and me pulled two of the beds together to face the screen so we could all sit up together to watch and Noah disappeared off the common room and kitchen at the far end of the corridor to make some popcorn and get some blueberry muffins he’d hoarded at lunchtime. Both Will and Noah have the kind of cute, innocent, sweet face that means they seem able to get away with anything, like proffing a 50 inch screen and a whole box of muffins, just by asking, where anybody else would get given pretty short shrift.

Shane had already gone to get showered to avoid the crush that there would be in the washrooms just before ten o’clock, which is a pretty good idea, and so once the beds were re-arranged me and Travis did the same. A couple of guys from one of the other dorms were just leaving as we entered and Shane was just stepping into the shower area. It didn’t take long for us to brush our teeth then undress and jump under the showers too, and the water was already nice and hot. I’d only been in there about thirty seconds when Shane started grinning and made some smart-arse comment about maybe Noah would have to buy a set of coloured pencils for his next drawing of me. I guess he has a point: my bruises have gone from black and purple to blue to a kind of faded yellow now. Just in time for me to get some new ones if I get put in the ring to train with Jackson again at Activities.

Travis was smirking his ‘up to no good’ smirk at Shane, then the pair of them were both looking at me and sort of not quite giggling but not quite laughing. Shane turned the shower control dial down a little so the water was less forceful and quieter, then said, “Listen out for the fire door in the corridor, it gives a few seconds warning of anybody coming in through the washroom door.” Before I can quite figure out what they are up to, both of them turned full on to face me.  slipped their hands down onto their cocks and were squirting some of Shane’s shower gel over their dicks. “Come on then Boots,” giggled Travis, ”we’re showing you, now you show us too. Unless you’re too shy.”

Before I could even think of something to say, my dick was getting hard too! Travis was standing there gently jerking his gelled up cock under the stream of water from the shower, smiling at me, rolling the palm of his hand over the tip of his dick at the end of each stroke, clearly enjoying the sensation. Both of them kept looking at my cock, taking in the difference between my cock and theirs. I’d seen their dicks before of course, but always soft, never like this! Now they were both hard. “You’re definitely bigger,” said Shane, “probably two inches bigger than me. Why is life so unfair?” He was about right; I guessed his was about 5 inches long. It had a kind of graceful upward curve to it too, whereas mine is straight. Travis was about the same size as Shane, but his cock was straight rather than curved and a little thicker. Nowhere near as thick as mine though.

“Plenty of lube”, said Travis, “I guess that’s the difference between us.” Without thinking about it, I’d started to stroke my cock too, easing the foreskin backwards and forwards over the end, showing them what an uncut cock was like. They looked just as fascinated by it as I was by their cocks.  Shane took a step closer, those big blue eyes of his sparkling mischievously, then reached out and put his hand on my cock, gently squeezing it, pulling me towards him. It sounds weird, but I was kind of enjoying it. We were three guys together, sharing a secret. I didn’t even think about it being gay, it just wasn’t that way. Shane was now that close to me that our cocks touched and he slipped his hand round them both, held mine and his together, side by side, began to wank us both very gently.

“Wow, Boots,” he said, in a quiet kind of way, “yours feels so hard. You still thinking about those cheer leaders?” Shane’s cock felt, well, it’s hard to describe, kind of smooth and stiff, and warm too, I actually liked the feel of it pushing against me as he gently began to thrust at me, rubbing his cock against mine as he continued to hold us both. After a moment he let go and stepped back, his cock still hard and now standing almost upright. He took hold of his cock again and continued playing with it as he looked at Travis and smiled.

Travis didn’t need any encouragement. He stepped froward and placed his cock alongside mine, comparing the length, feeling equally warm and stiff as Shane’s, kind of making me tingle with excitement. Before Travis could do it, I reached down and wrapped my hand round both our cocks, gently squeezed them together, slowly rubbed against him. It felt good. Travis gave a little gasp and didn’t pull away as I began to stroke us both a little more vigorously, thinking how the bright ginger hair round his balls stood out in contrast to the dark hair between my legs, how his dick was a much paler colour than mine.

Shane stepped closer again, touched against us both, put his cock against ours, almost whispered. “Let’s race, see who can cum first.” We all took a step back, grabbed our own cocks and nodded, eager to accept the challenge.

“Clunk.”

It was the bloody fire door! We all jumped back and turned away from each other and by the time the washroom door opened a few seconds later we were all showering as innocently as possible. Well, as innocently as three guys with a hard on can make it appear. It was Will and Noah, and fortunately they didn’t seem suspicious as they undressed to get in the showers and we stepped out to get dried. Travis and Shane had both gone soft by the time Noah and Will were getting into the showers so they didn’t attract any comments. I did get a stare from both of them but they seem to be getting used to seeing me with a hard on for no reason at all these days, in fact Will just smirked and said “I’d do something about that before we settle down to watch the film if I were you.”

About 15 minutes later Noah and Will were back from the showers, everyone was changed into pyjamas and we were all piled on the two beds ready for the film. After a vote we decided on “Maze Runner: The Scorch Trials” and soon settled down. Noah makes great popcorn, and the blueberry muffins he’d got for us were soon looking like an endangered species despite us starting off with a whole boxful. I was sandwiched between Travis and Shane and both of them smelled of Shane’s spiced orange shower gel. I’m going to have to find where he buys it and get some.

It was barely after eleven o’clock when the door opened and in walked Kyle, who by our calculations should still have been over 50 miles away. He gave us all a good long look and then pronounced we looked like a nest of rats all squidged up together on just two beds eating muffins and popcorn, then asked precisely who had authorised our impromptu film night? Oh, and where had the screen come from? He wasn’t being serious though: in no time at all he was showered, changed and dragging Shane off the bed so he could have the best place right in the middle ready for the start of our second film, “The Martian”. We’d actually intended to watch “Lord of the Rings” but Kyle vetoed that on the grounds that, a) he can because he’s the senior and b) he knew we’d then want to watch the two sequels afterwards too. He also took the last two muffins! I wonder if he knows what "stud muffin" means back home?