Just a dumb fuck

Horsing around

After lunch we joined the rest of the guys over at the garage where they had congregated to work on Kyle’s truck. As well as us there were probably thirty or so other guys, mainly freshmen and sophomores, at the car club – most of whom were primarily there to take advantage of the driving tuition on offer every couple of weeks from the local police department. On the weekends when the police weren’t there, most guys were working on cars and learning maintenance.  As the weather was good, Kyle had his truck outside the garage and was busy working on the carburettors, helped by Will and Travis. This seemed to involve taking them off the engine, soaking them in a bowl full of petrol and scrubbing away at them with a toothbrush. Noah was hard at work with a white paint marker, outlining all the writing on the tyres, and so me and Shane set to work with some sand paper blocks to give a final finish to the big steel bumper before Kyle took that into town to have it chromed.

We’d probably only been working for half an hour when the sound of a big engine could be heard approaching along the shrubbery lined drive leading round to the car lot. It sounded very big and burbly – which is a technical term that describes lots of American engines. A few seconds later a big yellow car, sort of all grille and wheel arches, came round the edge of the building and came prowling across the car lot right towards us. It had a black stripe right over the roof and down the bonnet, and a silver horse badge on the grille. Even I knew it was a Ford Mustang. I’ve driven one in Grand Theft Auto. Four hundred horsepower and a big V8 engine. Ten speed automatic gearbox. We all stood up and looked as it slowed to a halt just about ten yards from Kyle’s truck and sat there burbling for a second or two before the engine was switched off. With tinted glass all round we couldn’t see who the driver was until the door opened and Nathan climbed out, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“I thought I’d find you all here,” he said. “Seen what I’ve got?” Like as if we could’ve missed the lemon on steroids behind him. Everyone started over to look at it more closely and Nathan threw the keys to Travis with the comment “Just look” before walking over to Kyle and waving his driving licence at him. Kyle was also grinning and gave Nathan a big slap on the back and then hugged him.

“So your dad came up trumps then? Welcome to the club.”

“Yes, sure did. I kept my side of the deal – no tickets and a full licence as quick as possible after my birthday - and so he kept his word. We had it delivered yesterday.  Want to go for a spin in it? I’m not signed in yet so we could pop into town for a burger at the diner.”

Kyle didn’t take much persuading and, after hauling Travis and Will out of the seats, the two of them were disappearing down the drive towards the college and the exit to the highway. We could hear the engine for a good while after it vanished from view. Not that Nathan was going fast, it’s just the deep roar and burble a Mustang makes is pretty awesome. We set back to work on our allotted tasks on Kyle’s truck with Travis put in charge of us but all the talk was about the Mustang. 

We finished the work on the Bronco just before tea and so put the cleaned carburettors in the now empty bowl in the back next to the spare tyre and pushed the truck back neatly into its parking space. It’s a heavy truck and it took all of us to do it, with Noah inside doing the steering. After getting cleaned up in the garage building we went over to the ante-room at the dining hall for tea. They aren’t quite so strict on dress standards on a Sunday afternoon and we managed to get away with not wearing jackets and ties by sitting outside at the tables on the patio and getting one of the guys from another dorm, who was in a jacket, to bring a tray of soft drinks out to us.

We heard the Mustang returning a minute or two before we saw it. We tracked its progress from the main highway into the school, its stop at the gate for Nathan to officially sign back in, then the journey round the drives all the way to the cadets’ parking lot. As it got onto the edge of the parking lot it paused briefly then suddenly accelerated towards us, revving its way through the gearbox before screeching to a halt with a slide turn just a few yards from where we were sitting. A wisp or two of smoke drifted up from the tyres as the doors opened and both Kyle and Nathan bailed out, rolled across the tarmac and popped up onto one knee to shoot a finger pistol at us. Looks like they play GTA too.

Quite a few guys who had been inside the ante-room came out to see what the commotion was, a lot of them Sergeants or Officers, but as it was Kyle who had rolled out of the driver’s seat they weren’t going to get any scalps for the Report book. Most of them were soon looking inside it and checking out the engine bay after Nathan popped the lid. It’s not as if it is the most expensive car anybody has, there are quite a few things like Porsches amongst the seniors, but it does seem to attract the most attention. It’s big, brash and loud, which is kind of weird because Nathan’s not that sort of guy. He tends to be more reserved and aloof, but he certainly grins when he’s driving the Mustang. He started calling it “The Beast”, and so that’s what all his friends call it, but in our dorm it is always known as “Lemon on Steroids”.

Nathan grabbed a large box off the back seat and brought it over to our table. It was full of burgers and fries, enough for about a dozen people and all still warm. They clearly hadn’t spared the horses in getting them back from the diner for us. We all grabbed a burger and a carton of fries each then Nathan distributed the rest to the gang of his friends still admiring his car.

Once the burgers and fries were demolished Will had a suggestion: if we skipped dinner tonight, which he couldn’t imagine any of us with the exception of Travis might object to given that we had just stuffed ourselves with burgers, there would be time to get two films in before bed. Which we knew most definitely would be at around ten now that Nathan was back and tomorrow was Monday.

Kyle and Nathan chatted briefly and agreed to the plan if we were all up for it, then Nathan told Will and Noah to jump in The Beast and he’d drive them back to the dorm so they could help him unload his bags.  They were in the car almost before he’d finished speaking, even though the dorm is only a few minutes’ walk away and the boot on a Mustang hardly has space for more than a rolled-up handkerchief let alone loads of bags Clearly Nathan was eager to show off his new car and he definitely had a willing audience. From the sounds of the engine we could hear as we walked back to our dorm, Nathan didn’t take the most direct route.

* * *

Back at the dorm we set about getting Will’s laptop connected up to the screen and two of the beds shifted together. Nathan raised an eyebrow at that, he likes them all lined up neatly all the time exactly where they should be, but he didn’t stop us. Noah was soon off to the kitchen with enough corn to feed an army. I was about to go and learn how to pop the corn when I decided to try an extra suggestion on Kyle and Nathan. Maybe we could have a coffee pot in the dorm like Jackson had upstairs? Nathan was dead set against it, for ‘half a dozen good reasons’, none of which he gave. As far as he was concerned, “No,” was the end of it. I looked at Kyle but could tell right away that he was going to back Nathan up. Which of course is the right thing for him to do, but it was still pretty annoying.

“If it’s about mess and cleaning, Nat,” I began, “there won’t be any problems. We’ll keep it clean and never let it run dry and burn.”

Nathan looked at me but was obviously still in a relatively good mood. He actually did give a reason. “It’s nothing to do with cleanliness, Boots. You can go to the kitchen area and make a drink or snack whenever you like. There’s tea at 16:30 every day too. But those facilities aren’t there just to feed you. They are there to encourage you to mix and socialise with other people, that’s even more important. If you have a coffee maker in here, then a toaster, then a microwave, which you will all soon want too, you won’t do that. You’ll all become reclusive little dorm rats with no friends. So, no coffee pot.”

I decided not to push the matter, for now. Clearly if Nathan is referring to us as rats then him and Kyle must have been swapping news and information on their trip to the diner. The plan for us to get our own big video screen rather than borrowing one from the classrooms, and maybe getting an X Box too, might also have to be put on ice for a while…

* * *

Because we’re trying to soften Nathan up as part of our plan to get a big screen, X box and maybe even a couple of gaming seats, we let him choose the first film from Will’s collection. The one he chose, “Bridge of Spies”, wasn’t bad and took us through to about 7pm, which was pretty good timing because that’s when dinner started and so the washrooms were empty, allowing everybody except Kyle and Nathan to get showered and changed into pyjamas and dressing gowns before the start of our second film. They sat in two of the armchairs dragged over from Kyle’s corner and placed by the side of the bed and the rest of us jammed together on the two beds. I was in between Shane and Travis, and they’d clearly been conspiring. Every few minutes they’d comment about “racing” in some context or other and smirk at me, definitely trying to make me think about wanking and get a boner so they could make fun of me. Bad news boys, I’m ahead of you: I sorted that particular possibility out in the showers half an hour ago.

* * *

Nathan sprang the dorm inspection on us early this week but we passed with flying colours. He was probably expecting to find popcorn or a stale muffin lying about but didn’t find anything worse than usual so maybe we’ll be good for another movie night soon. It won’t be this weekend because the coming weekend is a Parents’ Weekend when parents are able to visit. It’s halfway through the first semester so all the freshmen will have been here long enough to settle in and get over any homesickness, hence the college judges it safe to allow a visit – if they do that on the first weekend or two probably half the kids here would want to quit and go home. Bad for fees…

It’s actually a doubly important weekend for me. I’m due my Review. It should have been last weekend, which was my fourth here, but with Parents’ Weekend coming up it was decided to shift it so my dad would only have to make one visit instead of two. Basically, the review offers an opportunity for the school to get rid of me if I’m not measuring up, or for me to leave if I don’t like it here. I don’t think there’s going to be a problem: I really am liking it here now and I think I’m fitting in well. I’m getting good grades in my classes and the staff don’t seem to have any major issues with me either. Behaviour and discipline are administered primarily through the student rank system, with staff only getting involved if the wheel really comes off the cart, and I think I’m okay there. Kyle will give a report on me, which is going to be okay or he would already have said something to me, and I haven’t been in the Report book for anything serious or Nathan would have had me doing extra duties.

The plan for the weekend is dad will come into College on Saturday morning and will meet one of the senior staff and Kyle to go over my Review, then I’ll be called into the office too to give my views. After that, I’m free for the rest of the weekend. Obviously there will be some parades and activities on show for the parents to see. The cannon will get fired, there will be some sports, probably a football match against a local school, the police are turning up to do their community liaison Young Drivers’ programme, Nathan’s been tasked with setting up a water polo display too. I’m hoping to be in that.

When I borrowed Shane’s phone last night to phone Dad he told me that he’s booked in at a country club hotel nearby for the weekend and so we’ll go there on Saturday evening – I bet they must have a golf course, it’s always high on his priority list – and then he’ll bring me back here on Sunday afternoon. It’ll give me a chance to work on him to get my iPhone back and net access too.

* * *

Plans for the weekend started to really ramp up on Tuesday. 

First off, I was at tea with Travis and some other guys he knows after class. I take my own teapot and a packet of proper tea over there now and the staff in the kitchens preparing for our dinner later in the evening provide me with some freshly boiled water for the pot instead of having me dip a tea bag in warm water from a Thermos jug. We’re slowly getting civilised. I had just poured a cup of tea when Jackson entered the room and started making straight over to me. Travis was looking nervous and the guys with us went quiet, but Jackson wasn’t looking too mean.

I stood up politely as he got to us and sat down again when he dropped into a spare chair in our alcove. I wouldn’t go so far as to say he was actually friendly, but he wasn’t out for blood which is a step forward. He just wanted to let me know that he’d agreed with Coach that we would do some practice sparring first thing on Wednesday afternoon, so I’d be free for the water polo training later, and then on Saturday I was down on Coach’s list to do a couple of rounds of exhibition boxing in the gym for the parents to see. Obviously, it’s Jackson that will be the star of the show, he’s getting quite a reputation as a serious challenger for the state championships, but it won’t do me any harm to be seen training with him. An important thing too was that he had come over to me, rather than sending for me to go to him. As I said to Travis after Jackson had gone, I’ll soon have him tamed and eating out of my hand. I did make sure Jackson wasn’t still within earshot though, I’m not that dumb!

When I got back to the dorm after tea Nathan was there already with his swim buddy, Riley, talking about Wednesday afternoon’s training and then Saturday’s polo exhibitions for the visiting parents. The A team will play against the B team, but everyone in the squad will get rotated through one of the teams so we all get a chance to play, so that suits me. I was wondering how to raise the question of shaving my pits with them when Nathan grabbed a packet from his cupboard and tossed it to me.

“I bought you these when I went home at the weekend, Boots. You might find then better than your speedos for water polo. I got you the same size as I take so they should fit and they’re stretchy anyway.”

I tore off the wrapper and inside were a pair of white lycra jammers – that’s what they call long swimming trunks here, the skin tight sort that go almost down to the knees. Olympic racers use them for streamlining.

“Thanks, Nat, that’s good of you.”

Riley chipped in, “They’re proper water polo versions, all the seams are reinforced to resist being grabbed and pulled. Plus with the long legs it stops opponents reaching inside to grab your balls during a match.” I can tell from the smirk it must have been him that did that to me during the training session last week.

“Come on then, try them on, check they fit before tomorrow’s practice,” added Nathan.

I quickly stripped off and was just about to step into the jammers when the door opened and in came the rest of the guys returning from tea. Because I’d been talking to Nathan and Riley, I was stood over with them and not in my own bedspace, and as I was stark bollock naked the guys were very fast to deliberately misinterpret the situation. That’s what mates are like aren’t they?

Shane was first off the mark. “Noah, can you draw sea horses? Boots is modelling for you…”  To be fair, I wasn’t too offended by that one, but Travis’s “Deefer looks more like an ass than a horse from this side,” got my best evil glare. I’ve got to admit, these guys can be pretty wicked with their humour at times.

“No need to explain, girls,“ said Kyle, almost managing to keep a serious face. “We’ll all just assume it’s an innocent swim buddy thing. It is, isn’t it?”

I pulled the jammers up, but it’s not possible to do that really quickly because they are skin tight and I was already starting to get a boner – and that really did show up under the lycra. I know Nathan and Riley didn’t plan this deliberately but they couldn’t have timed it better to embarrass me if they had. Now Nathan decided to join in with the wisecracks. “Come on guys, get on with your private study. That’s what we were doing…”

I took the jammers off and wrapped my towel around my waist, doing my best to arrange it so that it didn’t tent too much, then grabbed my washbag with my razor in and headed off to the showers with Nathan and Riley. Given the stick I was getting from the guys I decided I might as well get it all over with in one go and get Nathan to help trim my pit hair. Just that though, nowhere else!

Once we got to the washrooms Nathan and Riley did a complete shave down of each other’s arms and legs and managed it without getting boners. I got a good look at both of their dicks, just to double check and, yes, I am definitely a bit bigger than Nathan. I wonder how long it takes for pubic hair to grow back? Neither of them seemed to have much re-growth down there and it’s a week since they shaved it off. Guys that need to shave their faces do it every day, so maybe pubic hair grows slowly? I couldn’t help think too how it might feel to have Nathan’s cock rubbing against me. I’d enjoyed the feel of Shane and Travis’s cocks, but they were smaller than mine. Nathan was closer to my size, maybe that would feel different. Guys definitely feel different to girls. Girls are kind of soft and curvy all over, but Shane and Travis were sort of more angular, harder, more muscular. Gingers do seem to have much paler skin too.

“Boots! Are you listening to me?” Nathan was looking right at me. Bloody hell! I’ve got to stop daydreaming like this, especially about guys. I could feel my face starting to burn with embarrassment but fortunately neither Nathan nor Riley seemed to have noticed I was staring at them.

“Sorry, Nat, I was miles away,” I spluttered. “I was just thinking about the water polo exhibition for the parents on Saturday. Do you think I’ll get to play?”

“Yes, for definite,” said Nathan, “I’ve already listed you for a team. Might be an idea to save wearing your jammers for the first time until Saturday, just stick with your ordinary speedos tomorrow. Now, do you want your pits shaved or not?”