Bill and Joe: The Flashback
 

[ Author's note:This part of the story is like a flashback in a movie that fills in important details to the story line that lead up to the part you read in the previous post. I hope everyone is able to follow this and hangs with me. I know some of you thought that I was leading up into a shopping trip to a big-box sporting goods retailer by Bill and Joe, but in writing this I decided that was not what I wanted to have happen, at least not quite yet, anyway. Keeping the reader in suspense this way for awhile with details of the events that led to what happened last night is a lot more more fun!]

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At this point in the story, both Bill and Joe face an interesting dilemma. Like nearly all college guys their age, they are both filled with raging hormones. Bill read somewhere that guys his age have a sexual thought fly by every 30 seconds or so. That seems totally amazing. A lot of this stuff that flies around occurs only for a fleeting moment, and most guys learn to deal with whatever it was that passed by in a hurry and simply go back to concentrating on whatever it was that they were doing that was non-sexual.

In other words, sexual thoughts on the part of young guys for the most part tend to be fleeting or ephemeral, technically, lasting but a moment. A lot of guys just keep whatever is going on in their heads in this department completely inside of them, for whatever reason thinking that keeping quiet is the safest possible course, especially when guys are hanging out with other guys their age.

OK, guys do occasionally provide signals to their male buddies as to what is going on inside their heads. A pretty girl might walk by, and out might come a wow! Or, considered not PC nowadays, a cat whistle, or is it a wolf whistle? Or the guy may mutter something softly under his breath that contains an obscenity, like, say, “She’s F$#@en beautiful! Hardly considered even bad language today, either among straight guys or even in mixed company.

For teenage gay guys, this quickly becomes a much more complicated problem. What is going on inside their heads might not exactly correspond with what is going on inside their straight friend’s heads, and this then poses something of a dilemma. The young gay guy may have the exact same feelings the straight kids have, except that the person walking by is probably a handsome young man not a girl. But the young gay guy cannot in any way express his feelings in the same manner the straight kids routinely do assuming that the gay guy is not out to his friends. To do so would be a form of coming out, perhaps at a very inopportune time (and maybe age). It would be better if human sexuality did not work this way, but unfortunately that is the way it is.

Which brings us back to Bill and Joe, our two college roommates who just went through an interesting experience. Let me recap where Bill and Joe are as of now. Bill somehow found Sebbie’s story “Spending the night in a cup” while surfing the Web and got so turned on by reading it. he decided that it would be fun (well at least “interesting”) to attempt to try some of the techniques laid out in detail in Sebbie’s story. Bill does so, and Joe is quite, shall we say, mystified, by what is going on with Bill. All of this seems more than a little weird. Even more weird is that Joe is starting to get just a bit aroused himself just thinking about what might be happening to Bill. But mostly, Joe is just confused is all, indeed confused about a lot of things he thought he once surely understood about himself.

OK, what makes this even more interesting is that Sebbie, the “Spending the Night in a Cup” story writer, created both Bill and Joe, and, as a consequence, Sebbie, the writer, can make Bill and Joe do or not do anything he decides he wants them to. Now Sebbie introduced a very interesting twist to the story line as he created the college roommates Bill and Joe. Sebbie first said he didn’t know, or maybe it did not even matter, if Bill and Joe were straight or gay or perhaps one of each. What a dilemma.

..............Continued
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Bill and Joe: The Flashback continued
 

So, where are we in the story telling right now? We know the following.

1. Bill and Joe are roommates living in close quarters in an old school style men’s college dorm room and no real privacy whatsoever. The bathroom and big wide open shower is way down the hall. The weird part is that Bill and Joe’ dorm is very much like the one Sebbie lived in when he went to college.

2. Bill and Joe did not pick each other out as roommates, and they did not know each other until they arrived at college and were both assigned by University housing to the same room. The College is old-school in this regard too, and does not ask students whether they are straight or gay when room assignments are made. Students are expected to sort through all of that themselves and deal with whatever they have to deal with the best they can. If things get too difficult, either one of them can put in for a new roommate, but as of right now, Bill thinks Joe is a good roommate and Joe thinks Bill is a good roommate. Both are committed to first of all getting a college degree that will make possible a high-paying job. The rest of it, including the socialization stuff, is secondary.

3. Both Bill and Joe are reasonably fit and on an appearance scale don’t regard themselves as bad- looking, but they were never Homecoming kings either, or followed around in high school by girls simply because the girls saw them as cute, handsome and sexy. Appearance-wise, Bill and Joe are two rather normal looking guys. Neither were particularly good at basic high school athletics, let alone being star athletes.

Now let me fill in a few more blanks about Bill and Joe for you.

4. In high school, both Bill and Joe had pretty well decided that they were ruler-straight in terms of sexuality. They were turned on by the good-looking girls in school. But neither had reputations for being women’s guys, and certainly not reputations for engaging in sex with the homecoming queen. Heck, neither even got to take the homecoming queen to a movie.

5. Both Bill and Joe take college seriously. Occasionally, while Web surfing, both have been known to bring up porno sites with some videos that by old-school standards, at least, could be considered a bit raw and graphic. But neither is fixated on this sort of thing.

6. Bill finding Sebbie’s “Spending the night in a cup” paper was merely a (happy?) accident. Bill started reading it and he saw some stuff he didn’t quite realize before, at least not completely. Bill thought sexual feelings really were all about finding a sexual partner, someone intimate to be with. But Sebbie was saying something rather different and at least a little strange, at least from Bill’s perspective. Who is this crazy writer Sebbie, anyway? Sebbie seems to look at the world, sexually in some confusing and challenging ways and sometimes completely upside down from Bill’s perspective at least.

7. Both Bill and Joe engaged in self-pleasuring as young teens, and both of them thought they pretty much knew everything they needed to know and that there was to know about that. When you felt the urge, you rubbed your penis in private. If you stroked or rubbed it for a long enough period of time, eventually you would ejaculate, and then you could simply go back to whatever it was that you had been doing and no longer be focused on getting an orgasm at least until you started feeling really horny again usually in a day or two. Then just repeat the entire process. Problem solved!

8. The dorm room living situation for Bill and Joe 6 weeks in was starting to eat away at both of them if for no other reason than the total lack of jerk-off privacy. At least, when they were both living at home with their respective families, they could both go “hide” in the bathroom for what seemed like a “bit long” and jerk off to orgasm whenever they got the urge. But the dorm room not only lacked its own bathroom for private jerk-off sessions it lacked any privacy at all. The showers in the hall bathroom was even worse, just eight shower heads all in a row in one big tiled area. A guy COULD jerk off in a shower like that, but again there was no privacy whatsoever. You might think the showers are otherwise empty, and you are absolutely all alone. You start playing with yourself, building up a good and really neat-feeling hard-on, and suddenly another guy saunters in wrapped only in a towel. You quickly try to figure out a strategy to disguise or otherwise try and cover up exactly what you had been doing but you need to think fast, as you have a big hard-on and it isn’t exactly deflating in a hurry. You were very near the point of orgasm when the other guy just sauntered in.

9. So, both Bill and Joe are stuck in a tiny dorm room, 6-weeks into college, and no place to get their rocks off without a lot of potential embarrassment. Well, isn’t there dating on Friday and Saturday nights, with the potential for intercourse then? Shouldn’t that be enough for guys to deal with being horny? Well kinda, but with that comes a whole new series of issues, as in relationship issues that neither Bill nor Joe want to deal with at this stage in their lives and where they are relative to completing their degrees. Their lives right now are mostly focused on getting degrees that lead to good jobs, and to be sure, a serious relationship too soon could really interfere with that goal. Interestingly, the girls know all of that too, oddly enough. Hence a reluctance to be willing to engage in intercourse especially with a guy they do not know very well, no matter how cute and sexy he is. And remember, Bill and Joe are neither athletes nor have movie star good looks. Their hoped-for claim to fame is that they are sharp enough and talented enough to be able to find a high-paying job that potentially would support a family very comfortably, but that has to occur in steps, the first being doing well in college classes and completing the degree. Sexual intercourse intermingled with a serious relationship is just a complication at this point, and an unwise one as well. But Bill and Joe still both get horny, and regularly. What to do under the circumstances as they have happened?

10. Are you clear on where Bill and Joe both are right now? Big hopes and dreams. Tiny dorm room! Zero privacy! Horniness attacks that seem to keep manifesting themselves more and more frequently with each passing day that seem just one part of dealing with the day-to-day pressures of going to class and studying for a college degree while not being able to jerk off easily in private at all! This is worse than it was living at home in that regard! A reluctance to get into a steady and serious relationship with a girl given that the graduation date is years off. A Web full of erotic literature! Sebbie’s goofy paper on Spending the night in a cup eating away at Bill’s brain!

Which leads us right back to the storyline before the flashback. You remember the part where Bill puts on a strap, cup and compression shorts and crawls into bed, and Joe, to say the least is mystified as to what in the world might be happening with Bill for sure. Remember, at this point Joe hasn’t read Sebbie’s”cup story so Joe is completely dumbfounded on all of this and what could be going on with Bill.

Bluntly put, Bill was not an athlete either in high school or even in college. Joe is thinking why would Bill even OWN a strap, let alone a cup for it. For goodness sakes what is Bill doing that would require groin protection like that? And at NIGHT? And what about those compression shorts? They seem just odd as sleepwear given that Joe is used to seeing Bill crawl into bead wearing colorful and loose-fitting boxer shorts.

All of this seems odd, really odd to Joe. Joe ponders these thoughts in his heart.

…….To be continued

Sebbie

Thinking back....
 

Both Bill and Joe had what they considered to be rather “normal” childhood, both growing up with a mom, a dad and their respective siblings. Like other guys entering their teen years, they both were scared but at the same time thrilled the first time they had a real orgasm. Bill didn’t know what to think. He worried that he might have a medical issue or perhaps has even “broken” something.

Joe’s situation was a little better. Joe’s dad had given Joe his “birds and bees” lecture about a year earlier, so Joe was in a little better shape than Bill in understanding what had just happened to his body.

Once a guy makes his way through his first orgasm, it is amazing how fast things seem to move along, at least for most guys, and Bill and Joe were no exceptions to this rule growing up. Things quickly move from the “what in the world has just happened to me?” phase of puberty to the “how can I enjoy myself in private without embarrassing myself in front of others in my family?” phase. This is the part that gets tricky. A guy COULD spend increasing amounts of time in the bathroom but then sis will likely start complaining and that is no good. Besides, jerking off in the bathroom is no fun if and you are trying to focus on enjoying what you are doing to yourself while your sister is banging on the door to use the bathroom. Quite a dilemma for sure. For a horny teen boy, very few places are private.

Except for in bed, at night, of course. Most teen guys quickly learn how to jerk off under the covers at night, and after a few tries at least, learn how to do so without drawing attention to themselves and what they are up to even if someone else is right there in the room with them. Specific techniques first learned at home, at night, may actually prove quite useful only a little later in life, say in college or even in the military, where even a modicum of privacy is rare.

There are, of course, still issues to be resolved, issues that could prove embarrassing still. The obvious issue is semen, and the consequent wet stains on pajamas and probably the sheets. Bill discovered that this could be a particular problem if he jerked off shortly after he went to bed. Not only was the wet spot on the pajamas uncomfortable until it dried to a starchy stain, what happened if he needed to hit the bathroom down the hall a little later on and he still had a wet spot on his pajama bottoms? This could get tricky. And how about what appeared to be a giant spot of slimy wet ejaculate right on the sheet, something Bill would have to contend with trying to sleep next to (not on top of the slimy stain, if at all possible), all night long, or at least until it dries, a process that could take several hours.

Bill likes to jerk off at night, when others are fast asleep, but sometimes other things happen. In the teen years, wet dreams, dreams that feature a sexual story or theme, occur with some regularity. If Bill drifts asleep without first jerking off, he quickly discovers that the odds of having a wet dream with a sexual encounter or theme tend to rise. These dreams can take all sorts of crazy twists and turns, often involving a sexual encounter of some sort with a girl, maybe the one that sits behind him in class. Sometimes the girls in the dreams seem to be real acquaintances or class mates, sometimes they seem to be largely imaginary and sometimes even mixtures of both.

Even weirder is that some of the dreams involve sexual encounters of some sort with young guys his age. These dreams take on the same basic pattern of the girl dreams, except that the other person in the dream is a guy, and almost invariably the other guy is having a jerk-off session too as Bill watches. This is more than a little bit scary. What does this all mean anyway? Could this be an indication that Bill might be bisexual or even have a “gay streak” despite the fact that he thinks he is ruler straight when he is awake? Could Bill’s dreams be telling Bill something that he is not willing to admit even to himself during the day, that he gets aroused by looking at other guys’ male body parts, and particularly aroused by the possibility of seeing another guy rub and play with himself to the point of orgasm? This is crazy stuff, way crazy stuff.

Wet dreams seem to be a lot like so many other aspects of sex. Fun in all sorts of ways, but, at the same time, a lot scary as well. Fun to just kick back and enjoy the wonderful sensations your body is able to produce even all alone with only a little effort and just rubbing or even touching the "right" places. But dreams often tend to go in directions that seem inconsistent with real life. There are no rules here. But what in the world when Bill starts to think to himself that it would be even more fun to just see how other guys his age deal with the exact same dilemma. How does this all work for the other guys anyway? That is a great mystery for sure at Bill’s young age.

Bill quickly learns that wet dreams also present a major technical problem. They almost invariably end with a powerful orgasm, an orgasm that spills slimy semen all over everywhere both pajama bottoms and sheets. That is no good at all.

Suddenly, Bill develops an interest in keeping a box of facial tissue right next to his bedside. He sometimes even slips a facial tissue under the covers as he crawls into bed. You just never know if or when you are going to need to blow your nose, Bill thinks. But, of course, the tissue is not there for Bill’s nose. Bill has another idea in mind. He is starting to think that if he can determine pretty much when he is going to shoot based on what he is feeling both in his head and in his groin, then he might be able to quickly wrap the tip of his penis with the tissue, neatly “collecting” nearly all of the slimy ejaculate right in the tissue. Then roll up the tissue and toss it in a convenient waste basket.

Better still if the waste basket is right by the bed just below where the tissue box is. Neither mom nor sis will be any wiser in the morning as to what happened. They will think Bill just blew his nose during the night and has a soiled tissue in the waste basket as a result. Bill thought about this and has figured that all out. Of course, the tissue isn’t a perfect paper condom. There might still be small starchy stains on the pajama bottoms or the sheets, but certainly much easier to deal with than without the tissue at all. Of course the tricky part is coordinating the paper tissue condom construction with the wet dream orgasm, but that is a story for another day.

…………Continued

Sebbie

Joe's Background
 

Joe grew up under somewhat different family circumstances than Bill. Bill had two siblings, a sister just a year older and a brother three years younger. Joe had only one brother, and Joe’s brother, Daniel, was four years older than Joe. Joe was a freshman in high school the same year Daniel was a senior. Daniel then went off to college, so in his sophomore, junior and senior years Joe had a lot of the house to himself. That meant that Joe had a little more privacy than Bill had. Joe’s parents sometimes went on errands for a few hours at a time, and Joe would simply stay home alone in the house. Joe was a reliable kid, and his parents trusted him that he would be fine staying home alone once he turned 13. Daniel had a part-time job when he was a senior, and so he was away from home a lot even before he went to college.

Joe quickly learned to take advantage of these quiet, private times to try some things that he might have been too scared or embarrassed to do when his parents or his brother were in the house. Joe thought of these mostly as little “experiments.” These were mainly experiments related to learning more about which parts of his body were most sensitive to touching. Even high schools can be a bit traditional in terms of not being willing to give high school students access to sex-related information. This whole issue is interesting in that a lot of schools want all students to have a mandatory sex education module (as part of a course called “Health and socialization” oddly enough). Joe took this course, but it seemed to Joe that the course covered all the stuff Joe already knew and almost none of the stuff Joe really wanted the answers to.

Joe had lots of questions. Questions he did not have the nerve ask his sex education teacher, his dad or his male friends his own age at school, as in “Is there any harm to occur in masturbating every day?” “Does dad masturbate?” “What should I do if I get an erection in the school locker room?” and other questions like that, questions that are not a part of the sex-education class. Joe wondered if his male buddies at school had the same questions and issues, but he was just too afraid to ask.

There was another “problem” too, a problem he was really afraid to reveal to his parents and particularly to his friends. In running his experiments when he was home alone (which were actually jerk-off sessions) he gradually realized that he could get aroused not by a girl or even another guy, and certain clothing items would tend to set him off. What kind of clothing? Well he thought a lot about being able to get into a snug-fitting swimming brief, even though he was not a swimmer and he did not have access to a pool either at home or at school. There were other things that “bugged him”as well. He liked to look at pictures of fit guys in swimming briefs, and the snugger it appeared the brief fit the guy the more he got aroused. But there was other stuff that set him off too. He found himself looking at pictures of guys wearing compression shorts, jammers, the pants the football players wear, and wrestling singlets. Really snug-fitting jeans, too. He liked it if the picture he was looking at showed the guy as being really packed into whatever it was he was wearing. Joe kept wondering how he would feel if he were able to get into the same kind of clothing as the guy in the picture was wearing. Just the thought of that made him feel warm and pleasant all over inside.

Joe did not quite know what to make of all of this. He thought of himself as ruler straight and at some level attracted to girls, but this fascination with snug-fitting clothing seemed to be something different, entirely. Joe wondered if any of his other male friends had the same feelings and reactions, but he feared that if he asked, his friends might call him weird, or gay, or even worse.

Joe was at an age where his parents were starting to give him money so he could buy his own clothes. Joe knew what his friends were wearing. Most of them wore rather loose-fitting jeans wih equally loose boxers shorts underneath. The guys Joe hung out with said they needed the room in the boxers for “ventilation”. Joe thought that this was a ruse, and what his buddies were really hoping was that loose-fitting boxers and jeans would hide erections that were happening largely unexpectedly at inopportune times.

When Joe went shopping for underwear, however, he tended to gravitate toward the old-school tighty whitey rack not the loose-fitting boxer shorts rack like most of his friends were wearing. He thought he could get by wearing traditional white cotton briefs without attracting too much adverse attention from his buddies in the gym and physical education locker room. He liked how the white briefs cupped his male body parts, not only holding them securely in place but sometimes even giving him a neat little rub down there even during the day.

But, of course, that was not really what Joe wanted to wear. What he really wanted was some colored bikini briefs that, even though made of a cotton-Lycra blend, looked a lot like a skimpy pair of swim briefs like he saw the fit guys wearing in the photos. But Joe could not do that, for two reasons. First, he was afraid his parents would not approve of his purchase decision or at minimum think his choice was quite funny. Second, if he wore such underwear to school and the guys saw him wearing that in the gym, all hell could break out. There is no telling what his male “friends” might say do or tease him about if he even thought of doing that.

So Joe entered college and his double dorm room assuming that the “rules” about what was proper underwear were exactly the same as those he had followed in high school. But as we will see shortly, all of that was soon about to change, and Joe was about to learn some things about himself and other guys that he had never realized before.

…….To be continued

Sebbie

What we think we know at this point
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

......Continues

Web surfing...
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…..To be continued

The Funchball Game
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

………To be continued

On with the game!
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

……To be continued

Bill's team comes up to bat!
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

……..To be continued

Time Out
 

Sebbie, your story-writer, wants to once again remind you that both Bill and Joe think of themselves as straight-as-an-arrow 19-year olds, both interested in women of their same age for socialization, and, eventually, sexual relationships. Bill and Joe were placed together in the tiny dorm room by University housing, a room that offers neither space nor even a modicum of privacy. Given the normal college pressures of taking freshman college courses, designed in part, to weed out students who do not have the academic prowess for getting a college degree, and the tight living conditions do not exactly help matters.

Not that Bill and Joe after 6 weeks dislike each other or get into nasty fights over things like shared spaces and noise. Indeed, all things considered and given the minimalist dorm room setup, they are doing pretty well.

The University would like to update their dorms maybe with a few more amenities so the dorms didn’t have such a military-barracks feel to them, but putting in even semi-private baths that would be shared, say, with the room next door, would be an expensive remodeling task. The University does not have the money for that, and besides, once the remodeling is finished surely the University would have fewer rentable rooms. The financial numbers simply do not work for the University administrators, and the dorm residents are forced to use the big military-style bath down the hall, with little privacy either.

There are separate stalls for the johns in the big hall bathroom, but there is just one giant shower area with eight separate heads hanging down in a row, and then a long row of nine urinals without so much as even modesty panels between them. If a guy thinks he is going to easily be able to jerk off in the big bathroom, a lot of practical considerations enter in, none of which lead to a quiet or lengthy solo jerk-off session. This is worse than living at home with your parents and siblings always around from a jerk-off perspective. At least at home, you could always go to the bathroom and just close the door!

About 10 years ago, the University did decide to install WiFi in all the dorms, which meant running a computer line with WiFi antenna down the long hallway with the little antenna coming out of the fiber tile ceiling every 20 feet or so. You can imagine all of this must look, rectangular fiberboard ceiling tiles 2 x 4 feet interspersed with an occasional 2 x 4 ft fluorescent light fixture the same size as the tiles, and then these little black WiFi antenna popping out of the occasional tile as you go down the hall. The rooms themselves have a pretty good WiFi signal as they are lined up along both sides of the hall. You can even bring a tablet or iPad into the hall bathroom and get pretty good WiFi not that any guy would actually want to do this ROFL.

In the rental housing contract there is a sentence that says “the University launders bed linen”. Sebbie signed a similar dorm rental contract with the exact same phrase. Sebbie always thought this was hilariously funny, as it sounded as if the University was simply a giant washing machine. Sebby thought maybe university staff laundered the bed linen but not the University. The University was too busy teaching and doing research to take the time to launder bed linen.

What actually happened is that the University, or maybe its staff, thinks that sheets certainly do not need to be washed every day. This is a college dorm not a hotel or motel for goodness sakes. Each row of dorm rooms was designated a certain day for laundry, and early in the morning of that day the residents were expected to rip the sheets off the little twin beds and throw them in a pile outside the door. If the resident doesn’t do this the sheets simply do not get washed until the next week. There is also a once-a-week cleanup maid service. A cleaning lady comes in, sweeps the floor and drops off clean sets of sheets on the laundry day assuming the beds are stripped. Not the same set of sheets that went to the laundry mind you, but a different set of sheets, just washed, that were from another dorm room in the complex. Then the resident was expected to make up his bed with the fresh sheets after he got back from class on laundry day. As we will see, all of this University procedural stuff will enter into Bill’s “predicament” as he rises from sleep and comes out of his wild-ass wet dream experience involving the Funchball game, the jock straps and the cups that were in it.

Both Bill and Joe have separate closets with little chests of drawers for storing clothing items such as socks and underwear. A basic problem Bill now faces is that these little chests are not right by the twin beds, but in the opposite corner across the room. Bill knows he has some clean boxer shorts in the drawers of his chest, if he can figure out a way to get to them without waking Joe in the process.

The dorm does have washers and dryers for use by the residents in the dorm basement. Bill has done laundry only a couple days ago, so he has 5 pair of clean boxers waiting for him in the drawer. Like so many dorm students, Bill just uses an old pillowcase as a laundry bag, and that pillowcase with the soiled items to be washed downstairs just gets filled up during the week as dirty clothes accumulate and tossed in the bottom of the closet.

……….To be continued.

Bill's immediate dilemma
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

……..To be continued

Off to Class, but...
 

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.

Planning the shopping trip
 

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.

It’s off to the big-box sporting goods store!
 

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

Picking out the "merchandise"
 

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

Thinking Up the Excuse
 

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

the tags come off
 

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

Where are we now?
 

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.

Bill learns about himself in college
 

Getting to go to college can be a marvelous experience. Most of the constraints imposed on you by teachers in high school are suddenly gone. Professors seem to not really care what you do except they like it when you show up for class. Parents are back home not watching your every move, and the professors are clearly not locus parentis. The dorm has a resident counselor, but he seems like a very mild-mannered junior psychology/social work major of all things, there only because he has two years of college under his belt.

Colleges give students a lot of latitude to study subjects on a wide range of topics in as much depth as each student wants to go, indeed, the deeper the better. And no subject is more interesting to study than human sexuality now without any constraints imposed by parents or high school teachers. And with the Web now completely lacking adult/parental controls, Bill was ready to do some serious reading up on all the topics he wanted to know more about. Have other guys discovered the same things Bill had discovered under the covers? How do other guys deal with all of this?

A lot of the Web sites Bill has managed to read at some level sound very scientific, sometimes using terms unfamiliar to Bill. Bill had hung out with peers in high school, and any reference to sexual parts or function always was in slang. Penis sometimes came out as dong, for example. Testicles were balls or sometimes ‘nads. Bill had always wondered where the term nads came from, but on line he soon learned that nads was really a slang shortening of gonads, which could refer to either the male or female sexual organs. Nads were like ‘rents were to parents as in I really wanted to go to the party, but my ‘rents wouldn’t let me out of the house! I was really feeling horny and my ‘nads were aching to blow. Ahh, for the vernacular peer slang language of the teen-ager.

Bill had gotten into some really interesting reading when he searched on the terms frenulum and perineum. Both searches led to some well laid out Web sites that explained some details of human sexuality Bill was not aware of, with even line anatomical drawings and an occasional photo too. These were the kinds of materials the adult firewall Web controls were blocking in high school. That seemed strangely unfortunate to Bill, because the sites he was pulling up were designed to be educational about sex and sexuality but not pornographic as such. The topics addressed some of the same issues in the high school sex and socialization class, but in far greater detail.

This whole issue of slang versus scientific term got more complicated as Bill kept digging. Bill knew that jerk-off was slang for masturbation aka solo sex. The guys in high school would say that they were horny and needed to jerk off, on occasion, but never that they needed to masturbate. In the world of high school teen boys with raging hormones, jerk-off was considered at least somewhat socially acceptable, but masturbation was done only by non-athletic, socially-insecure teen males who were uncertain of their own sexual orientation. Some difference! And then, the guys routinely referred to a peer whose behavior was in some way out of line derogatorily as a jerk-off. This was confusing, to say the least. But then guys would also refer to the misbehaving person as a dong. It was never clear whether a dong referred to any penis in any stage of erection, or only an erect penis. Then sometimes a guy would say “you penis-breath” to another guy, but usually only in jest when the other guy did something considered dumb or stupid. What exactly a penis-breath meant was not totally clear either. Teen male vernacular and insults done in jest with no serious ill will using sexual slang can quickly become very complicated.

I do not want to lose track of the story line here nor write as if I have forgotten where I left Bill in his college, sleeping in a twin bed across from Joe, but Bill’s interest is seeking out information about sex and sexuality plays right into the situation Bill is currently in sleeping in the dorm room. Bill knew that on the Web, he was seeing not only masturbation as the correct term for jerk-off,but also erection for the slang term hard-on. No teen would ever say he was getting an erection, the proper vernacular was that he was getting a hard-on.

Then there was the physiology of all of this, as in why and how does the penis get hard and erect. For a teen male, this can be an incredibly complicated subject in part because of the loopy mixture of physical and psychological invariably going on. Some of what is going on seems to be in the head and some in the body, but what is driving and controlling what? Is sex really about the sex organs or the brain? Well, Bill was starting to realize that the simplest answer to that question was some of both, but that does not really resolve the matter at all, and in fact that explanation makes understanding even more difficult. Sebbie, in his papers that Bill read, seemed to delight in messing with his readers in this regard, taking over the reader’s brains in a funny way. And this is what led directly to the funchball game and the wet dream that was so much fun for Bill last night. But the control did not stop there as evidenced by the fact that Bill raced out to the sporting goods store after classes to pick out his own funchball uniform like the one he saw in the dream and now was sleeping in it, of all things.

……..To be continued

Bill continues to read....
 

Bill continues to read:

“During sleep, It is normal for the male penis to repeatedly fill with blood and become turgid, and these cycles may occur multiple times during an ordinary night’s sleep. With each cycle, the penis fills with blood, becomes sensitive to the touch and then finally drains and shrinks. No one knows exactly why males are built this way and why nature did this, but this same process seems to occur in many other animal species as well. The extra blood supply from a biological perspective seems to keep the penis healthy and ready for partner sex. Sometimes, the tumescence is enough to cause the guy to ejaculate spontaneously during sleep, but sometimes not. Of course, this filling and draining has a psychological component as well. In sexual excitement for the male, the tiny valves that allow blood to go out of the penis contract and close, while the valves letting blood in open at the same time, so a penis getting stiff or hard is all about the position of the inflow versus the outflow valves. The psychological component of this is the most interesting part, particularly the interaction between the brain and the sex organs. If it the blood flow and erection of the penis that triggers the erotic dream that may end in ejaculation, or does the wet dream as it evolves trigger the blood flow and erection that might at some point during the dream end in ejaculation? A good question for sure that no one fully knows the answer.”

So, Bill now knows that during sleep, his penis is likely going to go through normal cycles of erection and draining, perhaps several times during the night. Bill had not thought about this cycle before, except when it accidentally led to a nocturnal emission. But now there was a new twist, the funchball uniform, the compression shorts and tee, but most importantly the athletic strap and cup. Bill realizes that if his penis is going to be able to go into its normal night-time cycles of filling and draining, it is going to need some space to go into when it is larger in the fill cycle. But the combination of the strap and the cup held tightly against the groin during sleep is going to seriously limit the expansion space for the erect penis during the normal nocturnal cycle. Blood is flowing into the penis during tumescence, but the penis has almost no place to go except to press more tightly against the walls of the cup. The cup that would fit fine in the daytime over the penis and ‘nads while playing in a sport could pose a barrier. As the penis presses against the walls of the hard cup what is going to happen? Will Bill end up quickly ejaculating INSIDE the cup? Or not?

Bill is about to find out.

………….To be continued

Experiments while getting "cinched up"
 

Bill is thinking about all of this as he is climbing into his strap and cup. Having never been in a strap and cup before, he thought that the sensations he was feeling in his groin area were, well, interesting, but not necessarily that erotic. The leg straps pulling on the pouch and drawing his penis back toward his groin, the feel of the straps crossing his glutes on both sides, the realization that his butt crack was completely visible, all stuff he thought about when Bill was a teen-ager back in high school. All of this was certainly interesting but nothing particularly erotic as such.

Then Bill slipped the hard cup into the pouch of the strap. The cup felt a bit cold. He could feel the pressure of the cup against his groin on the skin and nerves surrounding his penis, but at least for now, the cup was not in direct contact with his penis, even though psychologically he knew it was there and containing him. So far, so good! Bill did not have the big hard-on to contend with that he had feared.

After that, Bill pulled on the compression shorts. The compression shorts he bought, size SM, were made to, well, provide compression, and by undersizing to SM rather than MED the shorts fit almost like a second skin. Bill had to struggle just to get the shorts up over his thighs and then the waist band into the proper position at his waist. Actually, the shorts seemed to fit a little low on the waist, and that was one consequence of the SM versus MED sizing. Bill then got himself into the MED compression tee, and that was long enough to completely cover the area that might have otherwise been exposed as skin by the low rise of the SM shorts.

Bill took a quick glance of himself in the dorm room mirror. He actually thought he looked pretty good all things considered, more muscular and more of an athlete than he had expected for sure. He couldn’t help but make note that he could see a distinct outline of the leg straps and cups beneath the compression shorts, in much the same way as the male athletes in the funchball dream sequence appeared. Bill was happy for that, as looking as much like a dream sequence funchball player as possible had been his real goal.

Bill particularly noticed that once he had the compression shorts on, the cup inside the strap pouch was held quite securely against the groin area. Bill was just beginning to get some feeling of the physical presence of the cup being there and just staring to press against nerves in his penis, something more than psychological for sure. Subtle to be sure, but there.

Just like a “real” athlete getting into a strap and hard cup as preparation for a rough-and-tumble game, Bill was tempted to try and find the most comfortable position for the cup to rest on his groin and over his penis. Maybe just a slight tug of the cup just a touch this way or that would restore the sensation that the cup was no longer touching his penis. Inside compression shorts, however, the cup is held firmly against the groin and the amount of movement the guy can do with the cup is quite limited, only a little ways up, down, left or right. Bill first tried the possibilities one at a time, but quickly discovered that any movement whatsoever just increased the sensation of the cup touching the penis, not decreasing the sensation. No help at all.

Then Bill got another idea. Maybe his penis just needed a short “rest” from being contained within the cup. So Bill tried this: Pull the cup and strap away from his penis by stretching it outward, away from his penis and simply hold the cup and strap in that position through the compression shorts for several seconds. Finally, he would simply release the cup and strap and let it spring back to its original snug position tight against his groin.

That strap-and-cup snapback sent Bill somewhere he had never been before in terms of sexual feelings. Bill soon discovered that his penis “likes” to momentarily be in unconfined space when the cup and strap is pulled away and just held away for a moment or two. The penis “responds” with a small inflow of blood and becomes a bit more tumescent and larger than before. Then the cup suddenly springs back into position, and the penis “discovers” that it has now gotten just a bit too big to fit into the cup like it did only moments ago. The result is just an enormous super-pleasant feeling in the penis unlike anything Bill had ever experienced. The feeling was so extraordinarily pleasant and so powerful that Bill became concerned that he might have actually ‘damaged’ something in messing around. But he quickly decided that was not the case.

Bill was amazed at something else. Bill was having these enormously pleasant sexual feelings without having an orgasm or ejaculation at all. His mind was still just focusing on his penis, without relieving himself by ejaculating. It was in this mindset that Bill crawled into bed under the covers. Joe had observed all of Bill’s actions, but for right now Joe was saying nothing and just acting nonchalant as if nothing was going on even a little bit odd or strange.

……..To be continued

Spending the night in a cup! bill's turn
 

So Bill climbs into his little dorm room bed, and Joe climbs into the other bed. Bill is wearing his funchball uniform and thinking about how the “snapback” technique worked to send him off on what appeared to be an entirely different planet, sexuality-wise. But oddly enough, Bill almost immediately fell into a deep but dreamless sleep, almost completely conked out.

Joe, on the other hand, was still lying there in his own bed, wide awake, playing over and over again what he just observed and what he thought he might have just seen. Was Bill in some way “messing” with Joe’s head? Joe had never really thought about this at all before, but suddenly the thought occurred to him that what he was seeing Bill doing, the strap, the cup, the compression shorts and tee, was making Joe feel just a little aroused himself. He could feel that little patch of precum forming on his boxer shorts as he thought about all of this. What did that possibly mean since Joe always thought of himself as straight-arrow straight?

[This story seems to be moving along at a glacial pace, with recounts of recounts of episodes appearing over and over. It keeps recounting pre-ejaculate events again and again, almost as if Sebbie is somehow fascinated by and turned on just thinking about all of this as he puts words to paper. Sebbie has finally decided that it is time for the story line to move forward and a slightly faster pace, and so here goes.]

It is now 3 AM. Bill moved out of a deep-sleep phase and into a lighter sleep phase about 1:30 AM. It seemed almost as Bill has moved into a REM sleep which is usually when wild dreams occur. But this night Bill is not dreaming, erotic dreams or otherwise, and he is in the process of awakening again.

What is awakening Bill is the physical tension that he is feeling in his groin area. In going into the REM sleep mode, something else happened. He started into one of those penis-filling-blood-and-becoming tumescent nightly episodes or cycles much like he had been reading about in the Internet papers about how male’s penises normally behave during a night of sleep.

Under normal circumstances, as in sleeping in boxer shorts or sleep pants, these night-time semi- erections pose no particular issue or problem, except when they end in ejaculation which becomes a wet dream and then the assortment of tactics for cleaning up and dealing with the slimy semen that is spilled have to be employed. But now Bill’s penis has no space to expand into and just keeps pressing harder and harder against the walls of the hard cup. Not that Sebbie didn’t warn Bill that would happen.

It is Bill’s RESPONSE to the situation at hand (no pun intended) that gets interesting. Bill awakens with only one thought bearing down on his mind (well, not only bearing down on his mind) . That thought is that he is desperate to get off so his penis will return to its normal size and he can then get back to sleep. Bill first approaches this problem in much the same fashion as he was used to doing wearing only loose-fitting boxer shorts to bed. His hand wanders down to his groin area and he tries to rub his penis by simply pressing on and stroking the top of the cup.

Bill discovers that this provides a most interesting sensation very unlike stroking his penis directly. He can sense his hand moving over the top of the cup and that is in a strange way stimulating. Doing a hand job this way keeps him erect with his member pressing against the cup sides but he can’t get enough direct pressure on his penis to send him into the ejaculation phase. He is just lying there languidly stuck with a non-stop erection pressing on the sides of the cup with no end in sight. Bill soon discovers that being “stuck” in this arousal place that is just below the level needed to ejaculate can be an interesting location to stay, and that he could stay in this place for a comparatively long period of time. He is starting to think that the best strategy for now might be to just kick back and “enjoy” the predicament his penis is in rather than to try and figure an immediate (ejaculatory) way out of the situation at hand. This is a somewhat cruel but exciting game of deferring or delaying orgasm while bouncing along very near to just dumping semen all over. Some guys seem to think that the faster they can go from initial arousal to full-scale ejaculation the more of a “male” they are. Bill is starting to learn otherwise!

Then another thought occurs to him. What about trying the “snapback method” he experimented with a few hours ago but now in bed? If this was fun when Bill was only mildly erect the snapback method might be truly mind blowing in Bill’s current condition. He pulls the cup and pouch outward from his penis and holds in there for, maybe 10 seconds or so, and then simply lets everything snap back to his groin. The results are truly mind boggling. Bill’s mind anticipates the snapback moment coming up, and his penis prepares for what is about to happen the best it can. Moving cup meets erect penis and Bill is suddenly transported to some new interplanetary sexual world the likes of which he has never been in before. The sensations Bill is feeling makes the funchball game wet dream seem like a very “mild” event on an erotic scale.

Bill starts thinking that the idea of learning how to get aroused but then delay the orgasm for as long a period of time as possible is maybe not so crazy after all.

But here is the really strange part: after all of this messing around with his penis, Bill never did get to the point where he ejaculated. Lots of precum: no semen. It is now 4:30 AM and Bill has fallen back to sleep. Bill awakens at his usual 6;15 time still wearing the funchball uniform with the strap and cup still firmly grasping his penis and balls. He rises and he feels just as horny as he did when he went to bed, maybe even more so.

Joe, in the adjoining bed, did not stay sound asleep through all of the activity by Bill in the other bed during the night. He heard some of Bill moaning and grunting, and Joe pretty much has figured out that Bill was somehow in a male sexual “moment”. But Joe on rising remains quiet. He wonders if Bill will start explaining even a few of the details of what happened last night.

………….To be continued

Creating a plausible story line to tell Joe
 

Bill got up just ahead of Joe, and Bill was able to get out of his funchball uniform and into his school garb, that is, a sharp royal-blue polo shirt and gray-washed Levis 511 jeans. Bill was sorting through his backpack stuff as he was checking his email on his laptop computer. Joe rose and quickly dressed. Joe was wearing a blue-and-white checked shirt, and some PacSun “Bullhead’ dark navy wash jeans.

Joe said: “Did you sleep well last night’?

Bill responded: “Very well, Joe, how was your night?”

Joe replied: “I did ok too. I heard you a bit during the night, and I was concerned that you were not getting a good night’s sleep. How did it work out sleeping in your new athletic clothes? Do you think you got them stretched out so they will be more comfortable to wear by sleeping in them?”

Bill: “I hope so, but boy did everything fit tight when I crawled into bed!”

Joe: “I was a bit worried about you. You looked like you would be quite uncomfortable.”

Bill: “But I DID fall asleep quickly”

Joe: “And here I was still awake. I wasn’t quite sure if you were OK or not. Let’s just say I thought all of this was more than a little strange as to what exactly you were up to. I did not quite ‘buy’ your entire story”

Bill, sounding a bit perplexed: “What do you mean by that?”

Joe: “I thought it was more than a little odd that you would want to go to bed dressed like that, and your new found interest in working out at the gym caught me unexpected.”

Bill: “But, not being an athlete in high school didn’t mean that I was not paying attention or admiring the guys who were.”

Joe: “But Bill, I thought you always said you were an uncoordinated, pointy-headed scholar not a wise-ass jock in high school.”

Bill: “But that does not mean I still can’t work out at the College student gym, now does it. Getting some physical exercise will be good for me!”

Joe: “I guess so, but…”

Bill: “But what? Now you sound really perplexed.”

……….To be continued

Bill’s story begins to unravel
 

Joe: “I thought the compression shorts and tee were over the top for a guy who claimed to be a career-focused scholar not a jock, and, well when I saw the strap and cup you bought, alarm bells went off. This all looks just crazy!”

Bill, sullenly, looking at his feet not Joe: “I know!”

At this point, Bill knew that the “jig” was up and that he was going to have to come cleaner with Joe than he had done so far, because Joe was not buying the story line he had crafted, at least not completely buying it.

Bill; “Well, I guess you have a right to know a little more.” I was surfing the Web the other day and I found this Web paper by Sebbie called ‘Spending the Night in a Cup’.”

Joe: “That is certainly a strange title for a Web paper. What is it about for goodness sakes?"

Bill” Well, in it, Sebbie describes his experiences sleeping over night in a jock strap, cup and in compression gear.”

Joe: “What kinds of experience, anyway? That sounds just weird.”:

Bill: “Can’t you guess?”

Joe: “You mean…..?”

Bill: (looking down, not straight ahead) “Yup!”

Joe: “You mean that is where you got this loopy idea to go out to the sporting goods store and bring home the gear you said to me was going to be for workouts at the student gym?”

Bill (sheepishly, again staring down at his toes and avoiding Joe’s eyes): “Yup, but there is a little more to the story than you realize at this point. You see, a couple nights ago I had this crazy dream. It happened right after I had gotten done reading Sebbie’s ‘Cup’ paper.”

Joe: “What kind of dream?”

Bill: I would call it an erotic dream, but some of my friends in high school used to say they were actually ‘wet’ dreams. They are dreams with a sexy story line that lead to, well, you know…” Bill’s voice trailed off at the end of that sentence, and he started to look at his shoes again instead of at Joe…

Joe: “I think I do, yes. What happened in the dream?”

Bill: “Well, the kids in it were playing a crazy game they called funchball, it was like a goofy mixture of softball and soccer using funny balls and bats, with some crazy rules I am still trying to figure out.”

Joe: “That doesn’t sound very erotic or sexy for sure. Just a funny or weird game that err kids were playing.”

Bill: “Well, err, it wasn’t what the players were doing in the game that was erotic, it was what the players were WEARING?”

Joe: “What were the players wearing, anyway, that got you all hot and bothered?’

Bill: “For starters the female players were stuffed into really snug-fitting compression gear both tees and shorts, and you could see every bump in their anatomy clearly since the clothing fit like a second skin.”

Joe; “I can see why you might think that was a little sexy, especially if the playing gear fit really really skin tight.”

Bill: “But that is not the part of the dream that really got me hot and bothered.”

Joe: “It wasn’t?”

Bill “No it was the way the guys were dressed. Similar skin-tight compression tees and shorts but I could also see they were wearing protective gear underneath.”

Joe: “Protective gear? You mean….?” Joe’s voice trailed off.

Bill: Yup, it was as if Sebbie had dressed all the players himself, and they were all wearing regulation straps and cups and compression gear just like in Sebbie’s paper.”

Joe: “WOW! You mean like the stuff you bought today at the sporting goods store that you said was going to be your workout wear for the student gym?”

Bill: “Yup….” Again Bill’s voice trailed off and he started once again to stare at his shoes and not look into Joe’s face.

Bill: (haltingly and emotionally) “I was afraid to tell you the real story of what I was up to. I didn’t know what you would think of your roommate if you knew all of this with respect to what was going on with me.”

Joe (laughingly); “Well, I think no less of you. I am thankful that you feel that you can be candid with me as to what is going on with you. Why should I feel badly that I have this horny guy for a roommate?” (Joe laughs)

Bill: “Well, I am certainly glad that you feel that way and that you are not upset with me.”

Joe: “Maybe I need my own funchball uniform just for the fun of it. But I have no idea where this could lead for me. I might not get turned on at all”

Bill: Maybe I should first give you the link so you can read Sebbie’s “Cup” paper that started all of this for me.”

Joe; “I might like to read that for starters, yes.”

To all my readers: The day is young yet, and the only scheduled classes Bill and Joe have are late in the afternoon, 4:30-5:20 pm.

….To be continued

Time out for Sebbie the narrator.
 

Sebbie loves to mess with the minds of his readers. I realize that most of my readers here think of themselves as being gay, which poses an interesting dilemma for me with respect to how the story line involving Bill and Joe is going to develop from here on out. I have said over and over again that both Bill and Joe think of themselves to be ruler-straight and interested only in women, and I should not have to repeat that yet another time.

It is just that Sebbie has a more complicated, but I think also ultimately a far richer and more expansive view, of the entire sexual orientation issue than most guys do. I realize that the determination of sexual orientation in large measure, for a lot of people, is a consequence of the gender of the individual they normally engage in sex. In the absence of an ongoing sexual relationship with a specific person, I could stretch that idea to say, well, if that is the case, then sexual orientation can be determined by the gender of the person you think in your fantasies and maybe dreams that you would most like to engage in sex.
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But every time I think I have resolved the orientation determination issue to my own satisfaction, up comes an exception of one sort or another. For starters, there are people, many of them, who claim to be bisexual. I have always wondered if bisexuals might go for relatively long periods of time engaging in sex with persons only of one gender or another, or whether they might keep switching back and forth over relatively short periods of time. Or perhaps even have sexual encounters involving three or even more people as in group sex involving both genders. I suspect anything is possible.

Then, I have a male friend who appeared to be happily married, with his own kids, who appears to have suddenly decided he was gay and soon divorces the wife, taking up life with another man. The kids with his wife are his own. Is my friend gay or bisexual? I have no clue! All I know that trying to put an orientation label on some guys can be very problematic.

Then there are a number of people who have not ever had sex with anyone of either gender. Sebbie numbers himself in that group. Am I disinterested in sex? No, I am fascinated by the entire subject and keep writing long essays about it. Am I an unhappy loner? Naw, not at all. Am I depressed because of all of this? Not to my knowledge. Am I planning to eventually take up with a woman? No plans whatsoever! Am I planning to take up sexually with a man? Absolutely not! So what kind of sexual orientation label would you put on Sebbie? Certainly not asexual if you mean a person who does not have orgasms, but none of the other categories fit well at all either, at least not that I have been able to determine.

Why is all of this important to the ongoing story line? Well, Sebbie is controlling what Bill and Joe do or don’t do in the dorm room next.

I left you some tantalizing clues like crumbs of bread on a forest trail. Bill’s wet dream contained one of the big clues. If Bill was as ruler-straight as he believes, how come Bill got so fascinated by the uniforms the male funchball players were wearing but not so much by the uniforms the curvy females were wearing?

Bill, of course, is struggling with this. Bill had thought ruler-straight heterosexuals should have ruler-straight wet dreams, but that turned out to not be the case. Was Bill’s fascination with seeing the guys in their funchball uniforms a direct clue that Bill was not as ruler-straight as he thought? Good question! Can the gender of the people a person is fascinated by sexually in an erotic dream indicate something about the sexual orientation of the person who had the dream in real life? I told you Sebbie likes to mess with you in that regard and what you think you know about sexual orientation, maybe including your own. I want everyone to think about this question and its extension. When Sebbie has an erotic dream, who shows up in it, anyway?

And finally, what role did your masturbation sessions as a young teenager play in determining your sexual orientation as an adult? What about the gender of any masturbation fantasy partner? Does masturbation normally involve a fantasy partner of one sex or the other? How does what you did in the solo sex department as a young teen male affect your sex and sexual orientation as a young adult. I have always thought that what guys find to be sexually exciting comes along just like so much baggage right into adulthood, in part also affecting what you most enjoy doing in partner sex. Fun sex stuff as a young teenager tends to stick around like glue in adulthood.

I realize some of you are thinking that this story line is headed in the direction of Bill and Joe, two straight guys, at minimum will soon be masturbating each other. Will Sebbie take the story down that path or not? What is the point of a story in which the players only engage in solo not partner sex? Does partner sex happen even if the two players in the plot never even touch each other? Do masturbation fantasies as a young teen-ager play a role in linking to your sexual orientation as an adult? Why do some guys get so turned on just even thinking about another guy getting aroused, jerking off and then ejaculating? Some guys are so “sensitive” in this regard that this does not have to be actually occurring but merely a fantasy of being able to observe? Are guys who claim to be ruler straight somehow immune from getting aroused just thinking about observing another guy getting aroused and jerking off? Are there same-sex situations that turn on straight guys? Will straight guys be able to even admit to that possibility? I told you this all was very messy.

I have already given you one clue. Bill was playing with himself while wearing his funchball uniform in the bed next to Joe's bed in the little dorm room. Joe was awake but Bill thought Joe was asleep. Joe got aroused thinking about what Bill was doing in his bed. Ergo, does this mean that Joe is not really straight?

What is going to happen next to Bill and Joe? Will Bill and Joe ever get around to a shopping trip where they both try on and then purchase pairs of swimming briefs? You will just have to wait and see!

…….To be continued

And now, back to the story line.
 

 
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

Back to the big box sporting goods store!
 

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

Joe and Bill buy swimwear
 

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

Off to class!
 

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

Bill and Joe and their little “dilemma”
 

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

Trying on the Speedos®
 

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

The Afterward
 

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

The Whoppers® were excellent!
 

So, Bill and Joe ended up at the Burger King® just a short walking distance from their dormitory, and Bill had a valid coupon for two Whoppers®, two fries, and two soft drinks for $8.99. That was quite a deal, as the regular price for a single Whopper® Combo deal was $6.29.

Whoppers® are interesting. They consist of a quarter pound ground beef patty that has been grilled on a gas-grille like device using a real natural gas flame, and so the taste is closer to a backyard grilled burger than the fried patties most of the other chain burger joints do. On top of that are pickles, two slices of tomato, sliced onion, mayo, lettuce and Heinz® ketchup all on a giant sesame seed bun.

The sandwiches are really quite a treat, but Bill and Joe were both thinking that this was not the first whopper that had proven to be quite enjoyable. The sandwiches were at least an “8” on a 10-point scale with respect to meals eaten by college freshmen, and who could possibly complain about the price for goodness sakes

Many guys love to rank orgasms on a 10-point scale, in much the same manner that some guys like to rank women on a 10-point scale. On the quality-of-orgasm scale, a 10 would be “up there with the best orgasm I have ever had” while a 1 would be “I could barely tell anything was happening to me at all.” Most orgasms guys have would merit at least a 6 on that scale, with the vast majority would go at least 7 or 8. Let’s face it: Most orgasms are a lot of fun, but some are really really fun, a total experience and feeling of blowing both mind and body. Bill was thinking the current Whopper at the restaurant was probably an 8, but the one that took place 50 minutes ago was maybe an 8 and a half. Joe was thinking 8 and nine for the two different whoppers. Bill, of course had only recently had his funchball wet dream, and that experience was surely a 9.5 or even better as in 9.5+ on the 10-point scale. Joe had only had the recent Solar® jerk-off experience and had no real way of comparing if the strap, cup and compression shorts deal was going to be more enjoyable or less than what Bill had just been through.

Both Bill and Joe were rather quiet at the restaurant, but both were thinking much the same thing. Had any two guys jerked off in the presence of each other, and then managed to come at approximately the same time, they would both be instantly worried that one of them would “tattle” to the other guys about what the other guy was doing. That could cause problems. Major problems as the other guy counter-tattled and then everyone would be teasing both of the guys because surely they were gay because of the mutual solo-sex episode. This would be an instant major mess in high school, perhaps non-recoverable at all. The parents would be brought in, the principal, the school board president and who knows what other people as well, all condemning what the two boys did. Suspension threats would abound, with no clear resolution at all.

But in this respect, being a college student, even just a beginning freshman, was totally different. First off, there was essentially zero probability that either Bill or Joe was going to run to some other students to explain in detail what had happened. The attitude in College was that whatever happens between two-consenting adults is fine so long as it doesn’t involve illegal activity. Of course, nonconsensual sec was an issue, maybe a legal issue, but certainly not two guys both engaged in solo sex, even dual solo sex in their own private dorm room. And unlike most high schools, at most colleges and universities same-sex activity of whatever sort between consenting college students is fine, basically a non-event, at least so long as both parties consent which is the same as saying that neither party objects. Colleges in general tolerate certain aspects of human behavior far better than most high schools would, and the locus parentis only really applies to activities that are potentially illegal. After all, the college freshmen are considered to be young adults and are permitted to behave as adults not children in need of constant oversight and then discipline should things get out of line.

Bill did not say “Joe, I do not want to watch you squirm as you struggle to get into your new Speedo®” now did he?

Joe did not say “I would rather not see you figure out how you are going to get into your new suit, Bill, and what ‘issues’ for you might arise” either.

Both Bill and Joe agreed that was what they were going to do, and both seemed to enjoy not only their own experience, but also very much watching the other have a similar experience and seeing exactly what happened during the entire process. Where this all fits on a 5- or 6-point straight-versus-gay scale is the unanswered question. Would any guy be able to watch another guy in this “predicament” without getting at least somewhat aroused, never mind whether the first guy considered himself as “completely straight”. Maybe nearly all guys have a gay side under such circumstances.

So, here we are. Two freshman men who thought they were ruler straight-guys, Bill and Joe, both engaged in solo sex in the presence of the other, pulled on Speedos® rubbed themselves, played with their penises in the suits and finally ended up coming at approximately the same time. Was this simply plain ordinary masturbation that happened to take place in the presence of another, or was this instead some sort of slightly out-of-whack method of engaging in same-sex partner sex that some people might not call same-sex partner sex. Bill and Joe took zero risks. Neither will get pregnant because of all of this, nor will either contract an STD because of what had just happened. They each learned something about their roommate, however, something really interesting and they were both having thoughts that had never occurred to them before. Complicated thoughts. This was a weird but fascinating puzzle, to be sure.

It had been a long and complicated day for Bill and Joe. They were both tired, well exhausted too from jerking off. They had a little studying to do before tomorrow’s classes too. So they went back to the dorm room, quickly finished their studies and crawled into bed. Any further messing around with the straps, cups and compression shorts would just have to wait.

……..To be continued

The next day…..
 

Unlike Wednesday, which was an easy day for classes, Thursday was very busy for both Bill and Joe, both with classes that started at 8 AM and one that did not finish till 5:20 that afternoon. Joe’s first class at 8 AM was freshman calculus. Joe had learned about the limit of ∆x as ∆ → 0 was dx, and now the instructor was talking about the difference between ∆y/∆x and dy/dx.

Bill was in a chemistry class, organic chemistry. There, the instructor had discussed a whole series of similar organic compounds that were basically all the same but the chain length starting with methane and then ethane going to the others such as butane and propane. Bill had learned that short-chain hydrocarbons were likely a gas, but as the chain length increased, the hydrocarbon became liquid. Today’s lecture was on benzene rings, a weird sweet-smelling but potentially noxious 6-sided, hexagon- shaped organic compound.

Bill and Joe both thought these courses were far more interesting than the course that was plodding through Middle East literature for sure.

Truth is, this was just an very average ordinary college work day for two freshman pursuing a technical degrees, and neither Bill or Joe had much time for their minds to wander even a little.

The day was long, and Bill and Joe stopped at an on-campus sandwich shop for a sub on the way home from class. They both arrived at the dorm room and it was well after 6 pm.

Joe knew that he still had a bunch of clothes is a store bag that he hadn’t even pulled out to look at yet. There was a compression tee, a pair of compression shorts, a pair of jammers that were quite similar to the compression shorts, and of course a strap with a pouch for a cup, and two separate cups, one smaller and flatter-shaped than the other. That, of course, was the “Pee Wee” cup Joe had tossed in the cart at the last minute.

Bill’s bag only contained the Tyr Jammer he had bought. Bill already had the other items and had worn them the night he had the funchball wet dream.

Joe decided that the first thing that he needed to do was to clip all the tags off of the jammers and the compression gear, and so he first dug out his toenail clipper and did that. But his attention was really drawn to the strap and cups that he had purchased, each in separate blister packs.

Non-athlete students in high school claim to be more interested in studying than in playing rough-and-tumble team athletic games, and this is no more true than for any game that required the players to wear a strap and a hard cup.

Yet, these same, what some would label as “pointy-headed” students frequently wonder what it would be like to be a high school athlete, but in particular how the athletic garb might fit and feel. And high school guys are normally fixated on the sensations that they may be feeling in the groin area.

A lot of high school athletic garb fits, shall we say, rather snugly in the groin area. Football pants are an excellent example. It would be the rare non-football-playing high-school male who would not take notice of that, or that the players might be wearing straps with hard cups underneath the snug-and-shiny football pants. This is where simply noticing all of this meets arousal, as in starting to think about what that football player so clad might be experiencing given the garb he is wearing. Maybe this is a gay side on the part of the observer…or maybe just “normal” under the circumstances. Who knows? More importantly who even cares?

Joe went through high school having observed all of this, and to a certain degree his observations he knew were created some “pre-erection” tension in his groin area. Every guy knows what this tension feels like. This happens over and over to post-pubescent guys. The tension is part of the not-knowing uncertainty of it all.

But Joe, being a non-athlete, had never had the opportunity to see exactly what these football players clad in straps, hard cups and snug-fitting pants were experiencing, and his curiosity that he first had several years ago was now bouncing around in his head.

The strap and the two cups he had purchased were still in those little cardboard and clear plastic blister packs that had hung on the racks at the sporting goods store. As Joe pulled the three items out of the bag, all of these thoughts and experiences he had had in high school watching the high school football players and what they were wearing suddenly come flooding back.

Joe decided that he was most anxious to first get the strap out of the blister pack, so he could examine it in more detail. The strap Joe bought had a 2 ½ inch wide waistband of elastic with tiny blue and red parallel stripes, a pouch with an opening to hold a hard cup, and two leg straps that were attached from the pouch to the waistband in such a way that they would cut across his glutes, a lot like the ones the football players appeared to be wearing under their football pants. The waistband made of strong elastic did not appear to be very big around and Joe was thinking that the strap would be difficult even to get into. Joe realized that once he was in the strap, his butt was going to be completely naked with no center strap or thong back that would cover his crack.

Joe had noticed that football pants almost invariably had a double layer of fabric about three inches wide that ran vertically down in back from the waistband, and he had often wondered why they were made that way. He now realized that the logical reason was that the double layer of fabric provided extra protection so the football player’s crack could not be seen when the player was wearing a backless strap, as the Lycra-blend fabric in the pants could be a bit transparent in place. The strap pouch and cup of course covered the front, although what that meant is that every player would have a bulge exactly where the cup was positioned, and the bulge would be quite obvious.

Joe knew the compression shorts and jammers were thinner than football pands, and he was wondering whether he would get a similar if not stll more obvious bulge assuming he was wearing the shorts or jammers over the strap and cup. This was going to be a new experience for Joe for sure.

Joe pulled the strap out of the blister pack and strated to examoine it, the wide but seemingly small waistband, the pouch that appeared to be made out of a stretchy but knit fabric, and the ¾ inch wide leg straps. As Joe examined the details of the strap construction, he knew that the next step was to see how the strap fit and felt once he tried it on.

Joe’s penis knew that something new and uncertain was up too. Joe was sensing a certain tension in his groin area, a tension that he had experienced many times before. In fact, he had experienced the much the same feelings the night before just before he got into his Solar brief. Joe knew where that had led. But if anything the strap was skimpier than the swim brief was, and would fit more snugly too. Then there was the hard cup. Joe’s penis quickly started oozing out tiny drops of precum, almost instantly felt as a tiny but growing wet spot on his tighty whiteys at the very tip of his penis

Joe loved it and the sensations when his body started to ooze as in produce precum. Joe was fascinated by the tiny drops of a crystal clear, viscous liquid. When that happened, Joe knew that he was getting signals to take everything to the next step, if at all possible, and the next step obviously involved actually trying on the strap.

……To be continued

Trying on the strap
 

By now, Joe had taken off the clothes he had worn to class, and was sitting on the end of his bed dressed only in a white-cotton V-neck tee shirt and a pair of Hanes tighty whitey briefs. Joe had managed to get the athletic supporter out of the cardboard-and-clear plastic blister pack, and was now in the process of carefully examining it.

First, he stretched the 2 ½ inch waistband with the red-and white horizontal stripe. As he did this he wondered if the strap would ever fit around his 32-inch waist as it looked awfully small to him. But there was also quite a bit of stretch to it, but it still was going to be a very snug fit around his waist, at the best.

Next, Joe examined the pouch very carefully. The pouch was made of some really strange looking material. It was if the pouch were made of a material that was partly from elastic threads similar to the waist band elastic. It was stretchy, and yet it almost appeared to be a knit fabric, certainly something one would never see used in any normal clothing.

Finally, Joe tugged at the leg straps. These were made from a ¾ inch wide elastic band, fastened at about the 10 o’clock and the 2 o’clock positions on the waistband, and then to the bottom of the pouch at the other end. These leg straps appeared to have a lot of stretch to them. Joe did not yet realize this, but the way the leg strapped pulled and tugged at the pouch was going to be part of the interesting sensations once Joe got himself pulled into the strap. This scheme puts upward pressure on a guy’s perineum area, just directly behind the scrotum A lot of nerve endings terminate there and the upward pressure there from the leg straps tugging and pressing upward can be quite enjoyable to be sure.

Joe was actually oozing quite a bit of precum as he did all of this, just merely examining the strap in detail, and the wet spot on his Hanes briefs was about quarter-sized. Joe was concerned that Bill would start to notice what was happening to Joe.

Bill was sitting on the foot end of his own twin bed, acting as nonchalant as possible, but taking all of this in without acting as if he was not staring at Joe and what Joe was doing.

It is sometimes funny how things guys do affect them. You wouldn’t expect that simply taking a strap out of its blister-pack container and carefully examining it would be a sexual turn-on for straight-arrow Joe, but it was, and here is why.

A lot of what is going on here has to do with Joe’s experience (or, maybe better, lack of experience) in wearing various kinds of snug-fitting clothing as a teen-ager, snug-fitting clothing frequently worn by teen athletes. Joe was having the same problem a couple days ago when he tried on the new swim brief, and quickly found himself quickly and uncontrollably shooting off right into the brief. Had Joe been a team swimmer, he would have worked through his fascination/turn on with wearing a little swim brief years ago, and doing the same in College probably would not have resulted in a significant “response” on the part of his body.

When guys do not get a chance to experiment in their early teen years, however, the unresolved uncertainty about this tends to gradually build over time, as the guy keeps thinking that other guys his age are perhaps “enjoying” themselves more in this regard. A guy gets more and more focused on trying exactly the items that are “causing” the “problem” (well, this is more nearly an opportunity than a problem, perhaps) and usually this all comes to a head when the guy gets into college and is away from parents who might otherwise wonder what is up with their son. In high school, a male non-athlete cannot simply announce to his parents that he would like to go out and buy a strap and cup like he sees the high school athletes wearing as a proposal just out of the complete blue sky. The ‘rents would wonder what is up for sure, and I can just see Joe trying to explain to his parents that he thinks the jock and cup would be quite useful in his increasingly frequent masturbation sessions. That simply is not going to happen, thank you.

But now that Joe is in college, all the “rules” have changed. Joe has already talked a lot of this over with Bill, even as Bill has laid out his funchball dream in some detail. Joe doesn’t think Bill’s experience was odd at all, in fact it reinforced what Joe had long suspected but had never gotten to try for himself.

Even more obviously, even in his apprehension, Joe is clearly now enjoying all of this. Just pulling the strap out of its blister pack and examining the look-and-feel of the fabric and elastic bands is something of a turn on, and Joe can already feel the tension rise in the base of his penis even as he oozes glistening drops of precum at the tip of his penis. Whatever Joe is doing to himself right now, this is really fun. Oozing precum is always fun, thought Joe.

Joe is also completely aware that Bill his roommate is not that different from Joe. How your own situation compares with those of your peers with respect to these issues is something that never really gets resolved in high school. Otherwise, how did Bill manage to get himself inserted into that crazy funchball wet dream if that were not true. Is this in itself, gay? Who knows? But who cares? If Bill does not feel uncomfortable or embarrassed talking about this stuff in detail, why should Joe?

Joe decided that the next logical step was going to be to rip off his white cotton briefs and pull on the strap. What Joe did not realize was that the strap was going to put significant upward pressure on his sensitive perineum area. The snugger and tighter the strap is, the more the strap is going to press upward and against the perineum.

As Joe got into the strap, he could feel an all new pressure from the strap pressing tightly against his perineum. Joe swallowed in response to the sensations. Joe was starting to get hard, and he knew it. Joe now knew that some of the stuff he had only imagined about in high school was, well, absolutely accurate. Joe was now also beginning to worry that he was going to quickly completely lose control of his bodily responses and quickly ejaculate right into the strap pouch (much like he had done only the day before just getting into the Solar swim brief), never mind what could happen once the cup and compression gear were in place. Joe now was also beginning to understand what Bill had gone through two nights ago wearing all of this stuff. The strap seemed uncomfortable in some ways, but he was also getting very excited. How could a guy be both uncomfortable but at the same time feel excited? That was part of the dilemma.

Meanwhile, Bill was just sitting on the end of his own bed, still fully clothed wearing the same clothes he wore to class, taking this all in. As he watched, he soon realized that Joe had gotten himself into an interesting predicament or dilemma with his strap. But Joe didn’t seem unhappy at all. In fact, Joe seemed very happy, even enthusiastic about the situation he was in. Both Bill and Joe realized that there was more to come, much more, but Joe was first going to have to regain control of his own body. Bill thought to himself that Joe’s dilemma was not only interesting, but fun to watch as a mere observer of what was happening to Joe.

……To be continued

Slipping in the cup....
 

Joe was in a dilemma of sorts. Joe had always known that he was very sensitive in his groin area, and he assumed that he was just an average guy his age in that regard. His memory of things they did and happened to him when he was only 12- or 13-years of age suddenly resurfaced. His mom used to buy him packs of three white cotton briefs, and he would get funny but not unpleasant sensations in his groin area even when he pulled a brief out of the plastic bag and tried it on. Even way back then, Joe thought that this somehow must just be normal for guys, but he had no way of finding out because he didn’t dare mention this all to his peers.

The odd-but-certainly-not-unpleasant sensation had always perplexed him to a certain degree. It seemed to be concentrated in the base not the tip of his penis. As Joe grew older, he started to associate this sensation of pleasant and certainly not uncomfortable tension with the production of tiny drops of the clear, glistening but viscous liquid Joe used to call ooze, but now knew to be precum. When that happened, Joe always felt really good, and very much liked the sensations from that. Joe knew the liquid was very different from the milky semen that happened when he had a “real” orgasm. So this was something different from an orgasm, perhaps not as powerful, but interesting in its own special way, and potentially much longer lasting, too.

Joe was now feeling the exact same way right now as he did when he was only 13-years old after pulling himself into the strap after a bit of struggle. Man, the little strap fit and felt snug. Joe was in the process confirming some of the things he had always wondered about with regard to his peer high school athletes, that there were sexual sensations associated with wearing certain kinds of athletic gear. Yesterday, he had already discovered what some teen-age swimmers and divers must be dealing with wearing Lycra-blend briefs. Some of the swimmers seemed to like to undersize their briefs at least a size or two for competition meets. And the divers seemed to love to wear briefs that really fit way small. These water-focused athletes must have some way of dealing with all of this so as to be able to compete in their respective sports without going into an orgasm in public in front of a crowd of people, but how did they handle this so as to not embarrass themselves remained a huge mystery.

Then there were the football players Joe had seen in high school, in tight-fitting football pants, with the leg straps from their jocks clearly visible in outline, not to mention a pouch and cup in the front. “How did the guys wearing this managed to keep their focus entirely on playing the game?” Joe wondered. And what might have happened in the locker room before and after the game?

As Joe pondered all these thoughts, Joe was starting to get erect and hard, quite hard. Joe needed to keep control of his body. He was starting to worry that he was on the edge of going past the point of no return, and that if he wasn’t careful, he was going to blow and convulse right into the strap, with Bill sitting right there on the edge of Bill’s bed. That would be embarrassing under the circumstances, with only Bill watching.

So Joe decided he needed to do something in an effort to cool himself down, if only a bit. He decided to pull out the navy-blue compression tee he had just bought and put that on. The compression tee fit Joe’s chest like compression tees do, also quite tight and snug. Joe had to struggle a little to even get the tee on, but finally it was on.

Joe was now clad in only two items: a navy blue compression tee on top with a strap below. Joe looked at himself in the dorm room mirror, and he liked what he saw in ways he had never before seen. Given that Joe was not an athlete in high school, he was still almost surprisingly fit. The navy-blue compression tee gripped his chest and showed off his upper body, and the groin clad only in the strap showed a bulge that looked, well, interesting to say the least.

Bill was sitting there just silently taking Joe’s struggle in as Joe got into the strap and compression tee. Joe had not only read Sebbie’s “cup” paper, but he had also received confirmation from Bill that a cup could help to keep Joe oozing in a state of semi-erection but also make it more not less difficult to go past the point of no return to ejaculation. If an ejaculation occurred, Joe knew that what he was “enjoying” so much now would quickly be all over.

Joe had purchased two cups, one a little larger and one, a pee-wee cup that was quite a bit smaller. Joe quickly decided that he was far too “hot” psychologically right now to be able to “tolerate” the little pee wee cup at this stage. So Joe pulled out the larger of the two cups from the blister pack, and popped it into the pouch. That felt a little strange, a bit cold, but not at all uncomfortable either, in fact quite comfortable. And in all of this Joe was starting to cool down if only a little.

Next, Joe decided to take this all the next step and pull on the navy blue compression shorts over the top of the strap and cup. Once again, Joe struggled to get the compression shorts in place, but finally managed to do so. Joe looked at himself again in the mirror, and just like the high school football players, he could clearly see the outline of the strap, at least the leg straps, as well as the “hard” jock cup.

Meanwhile, Bill, who had been just silently watching Joe struggle to get into his new purchases, was thinking that he was actually happy not embarrassed that he had shared so much detailed information with Joe, the link to Sebbie’s “Cup” paper and the details of what had gone on that made Bill’s funchball dream so enjoyable.

Joe was now clad almost exactly like the players on one of the Funchball teams Bill saw in his dream. Bill had enjoyed watching Joe get into his new clothing, but he did not say that. However, Joe had started to get out of his class-clothes, the classic polo shirt and Levis 511 jeans, and was now clad only in a cotton tee and a pair of loose fitting boxers. Bill went to his chest of drawers inside his closet, and pulled out his clothing items, the steel gray compression tee, the matching compression shorts, the strap he had worn when the wet dream happened, and his cup.

Tonight was going to be interesting for both Bill and Joe. Very interesting.

…….To be continued

Bill joins in on the fun
 

So far, Bill has just been quietly sitting on the foot end of his dorm room bed, watching Joe, first as he removed his new strap from the blister pack and them carefully examined how it was constructed and the materials it was made of. Then Bill watched nonchalantly as Joe pulled the strap into position on his body, and then took out the navy-blue compression tee and get into that after a bit of a struggle. Bill thought Joe looked trim and athletic in the navy tee that hugged his chest. Bill paid only a bit more attention when Joe took the bigger of the two cups out of its packaging and slipped that into the strap pouch, and finally as Joe pulled those compression shorts over everything down below.

Bill may have been trying to act nonchalant and disinterested, but the cumulative effect of Joe’s series of actions as described above was starting to take its toll on Bill. Flashing through Bill’s mind was the experience that Bill had two nights ago when he had the funchball wet dream while wearing much the same garb Joe was now wearing. Bill knew that what Joe was doing was causing Joe a combination of pleasure and apprehension, the pleasure emanating from his groin area as he made a real effort to stay under control, the apprehension in Joe’s head was mainly concerned with what Joe thought could happen next. Bill knew that Joe was in something of a sexual tension-laden predicament, and Bill was starting to sense what Joe was enduring in Bill’s own groin area.

Bill knew that this was a wild and crazy part of human sexuality, but something he still did not fully understand. Why would a guy who thought himself as being perfectly straight and who liked women in a sexual way get excited just observing another guy getting into a situation where another guy was only apparently in a situation of getting aroused in some manner? Why did Bill think that watching Joe get into his strap was somehow interesting? Bill did not have an answer to this question, at least not a simple answer.

Bill did know one thing: He now wanted somehow very much to be in the same situation Joe was now in. Somehow, Bill could sense that replicating the situation Joe was in could be quite pleasant for Bill. In effect, Joe was a real-life in the dorm room version of exactly what had gotten Bill going so much in the funchball wet dream. Joe was also interested in seeing if Bill could handle the situation any better than Joe had. Joe was feeling horny, of course, as in “I really need to get off”. But so was Bill now getting increasingly horny too.

Bill knew what he needed to do. He quickly ripped off his Levis 511 jeans and his polo shirt and was sitting in boxers and a white teen. He pulled his strap, cup, compression tee and shorts in his dorm room chest and started reexamining them, mimicking what he had seen Joe do a few minutes ago. Then Bill decided to first pull down the boxers and get into the strap. Bill’s strap was every bit as tight as the one Joe had bought, and Bill took his time positioning it on his body and over his bulge. Bill then pulled the white cotton tee and replaced it with the steel gray compression tee. Bill then inserted the cup in the pouch of the jock. Bill really liked how his cup felt, seemingly just barely touching his semi-flaccid penis on three sides. The cup felt a little cold, but not uncomfortable at all. Finally, Bill pulled on his little compression shorts and positioned the cup inside of them.

Bill took a quick look at himself in the dorm-room mirror in his garb and concluded that he looked a lot like Joe looked, except for being on a different funchball team. Both Bill and Joe were now thinking what they really wanted to try was sleeping in the garb, just to see what would happen.

It was getting late, but there was one thing Bill and Joe had not done yet. They both needed to pee and before they could crawl into bed in their respective uniforms, and the dorm bathroom was way down the hall.

As any guy knows, peeing is not that simple for a guy even if you only semi aroused. Urine is deadly to sperm, so a guy’s body is set up to close off the bladder entirely as soon as a guy starts to feel like he is about to be getting there. And both Joe and Bill were in a fine state of semi-arousal. What to do? Neither wanted to get out of their gear at this point, so they both decided to make the bathroom run while still wearing their gear. After all, it wasn’t as if they were making the run nude or even just wearing a jock strap!

So then went out in the hall, and who should be wandering down the hall in their direct but a classmate Dylan. Now Dylan was an engineering freshman, and sharp as a tack. Both Bill and Joe had met Dylan, and thought he was a really cool guy even if he was a bit too mathy pointy-headed. Dylan smiled, thinking what he was seeing was a bit silly but thankfully Dylan did not say a thing.

Practically every guy has been in this particular predicament at some point in their lives, feeling the need and urge to pee, but also being in a situation where he is semi-aroused making that particular bodily function difficult. Bill and Joe in that respect were no different from any other guy. At minimum the compression shorts were going to have to come down, and the strap with the cup inside. After that, both guys hoped that they would be calm enough to be able to be able to stream.

So, Bill and Joe each picked a urinal, and made the attempt. Fortunately, there were no other guysin the restroom at that moment. It took Joe what seemed to be several minutes to start, but then Bill start and Bill was able to get going almost immediately thereafter. Both Bill and Joe breathed a sigh of relief! One key issue with their bodies had been resolved!

Now Bill and Joe needed to get back into their straps, cups and compression shorts. But penises, freed momentarily (in this case, at the urinal) from being contained within the cup, sometimes respond in strange ways. An uncontained penis often responds by getting just a touch bigger and longer, and once a cup is back in place this expansion can be felt as direct pressure. Bill and Joe now discovered that what was just tolerable before was becoming even less tolerable. But both Bill and Joe were committed to running the experiment of attempting to spend a night sleeping in their funchball uniforms. They had both concluded that a penis encased in a cup is not nearly as easily brought to orgasm as an uncontained penis where there is no cup barrier blocking the touch sensitivity.

So Bill and Joe, still wearing their gear, both headed off to bed.

……To be continued

Spending the night in a cup….
 

Now comes the real test: Both Bill and Joe are committed to doing what each had read about in Sebbie’s “Cup” article, that is, attempting at least to sleep an entire night wearing their garb. Of course, Bill had already done this a couple nights before, which led right into the funchball wet dream. This was going to be all new for Joe. Joe was very curious as to whether his body and mind would follow the same sequence that Bill had described happened to him.

Bill, on the other hand, was a bit less apprehensive with respect to the possible events to come. Still, Bill was enthusiastic about the upcoming experiment. Bill had experienced a most powerful orgasm as his funchball wet dream was drawing to a close two nights ago. What he was wearing and the events in the dream were interconnected in strange but fanciful ways. Bill could not quite figure out why or how this was happening? How In particular, could the sensation of the cup surrounding his penis cause the plot in the dream to develop in certain ways, and why did Bill seem so fascinated by the male funchball players but not the female players? Would Bill be able to sleep through the night without having a wet dream? Or would he start to dream again with a yet-to-be-determined plot line that ends in an orgasm.

Another issue was that Bill knew that Joe was in the other little dorm room bed wearing essentially the same items that Bill was wearing, except for the navy blue rather than steel gray color for the compression tee and shorts. Would this knowledge affect Bill in any way as the night progressed? Bill did not know the answer to that question except to say that even attempting to sleep when you know that the guy in the twin bed next to you is attempting to deal with his own issues in dealing with the pressures from the strap, cup and compression gear could become difficult.

Maybe Joe’s gear won’t “bother” Joe’s ability to sleep at all, and Joe will quickly fall into a solid sleep that extends through the entire night. But what if, at some point during the night, Bill hears Joe softly “moaning” in his bed? Can Bill simply ignore this as if just nothing at all is happening? If Bill knows that Joe’s cup and strap is giving Joe a snug but not unpleasant sensation of being contained inside a too-small space to be able to expand. Bill had never been in quite this kind of a situation before.

Meanwhile, Joe has his own set of “problems” to confront, and in part, Joe’s apprehension relates not only to what Joe had read in the “Cup” paper but also to the details he had learned about Bill’s funchball wet dream. Joe had concluded that Bill’s wet dream had a somewhat gay-themed plotline, and Joe worried that his dreaming could take that sort of turn as well. And Bill had not been sleeping in a bed in the same room as another guy wearing the same gear and potentially facing the same “problems” Joe was facing. Basically, Joe was apprehensive with respect to finding out how his body might respond or not to such circumstances, but he was also feeling driven to find out what would happen as well. This combination of terror and unbridled enthusiasm for the events that might unfold is often the case with respect to events relating to sex. Joe was just starting to learn that.

Joe and Bill, both feeling a strange mixture of apprehensive and enthusiasm, both crawled into bed. Both had been wearing their straps, cups and compression gear for a couple hours awake already, and they both felt that they were starting to get “used” to the fit and feel of the gear. Penises, once they get “used” to the situation they are in as being normal, begin to act as if whatever the situation they are in is no big deal, and the tension not only in the penis but in the entire groin area sometimes recedes a bit. Both Bill and Joe had started to think that this was the situation that was starting to occur. Familiarity leads to flaccidity, Joe thought.

During the day, say, a football player, clad in a strap with a cup, even a snug-fitting strap and cup, the mind of a guy is focused not so much about the situation his penis might be in, but also on the non-sexual events that are happening, such as each player’s role in the big game. Even if there is direct pressure on his penis from the hard cup, the football player’s attention is diverted from being able to focus on his penis and the sensations it was experiencing.

Once he got into bed, Joe quickly found out that the situation was very different from daytime wear of a strap and cup, where there was always some kind of diversion going on. The sensations that seemed only subtle if at all when Joe was awake, suddenly were taking over. There was something going on in Joe’s groin area, and Joe was quite aware of it. In particular, he could feel the pressure of the soft outer edges of the cup pressing directly against his groin, with the compression shorts keeping this pressure steady. Joe knew that the inside of the cup was right there surrounding his penis on three sides, and that even though the larger of the two cups was the one that Joe was wearing, the psychological knowledge that Joe’s penis would not be able to just get bigger indefinitely was starting to eat away at Joe’s psyche. Joe was starting not only to realize that his penis faced not only a dilemma in his psyche, but also something that could turn into physical sensations as well. Joe did not fully understand how his body was going to cope with all of this.

Meanwhile, Bill was facing much the same issues in the bed next to Joe. Bill’s only real advantage was that he had actually made it through a night wearing this gear two nights ago. But Bill knew what had happened to him then. Would tonite be a repeat of that? And what of the fact that Joe was in the twin bed beside him perhaps struggling with the same thing but without the experience of two nights ago that Bill had already had. This was interesting, if a little scary too.

…..To be continued

Bill and Joe (attempt to) get some sleep
 

To briefly review the situation Bill and Joe are in, both of them are lying in bed, and attempting to get some sleep. This should ordinarily not be that difficult, except that both of them are wearing snug-fitting jock straps with hard cups that are not roomy either, and both of them are wearing new or recently purchased compression gear consisting of compression tees and compression shorts that were purposely undersized a bit, Bill in a steel gray color and Joe in navy blue.

Since the compression gear are new (or, in Bill’s case, been worn once) the Lycra blend fabric has not yet stretched out a bit as it would be had the gear been older and worn many times. Plus, the shorts were purchased in size SM (28-30 W), when both of the guys normally wear a MED (32-34 W) in cotton shorts, jeans and other stuff, so just getting into the shorts and positioning them posed a bit of difficulty.

Such snug-fitting shorts means that the strap underneath is held very securely in place in terms of the position of the strap pouch and leg straps. But, more importantly, the hard cup in that fits into something of a “sac” that was sewn into the strap pouch is pressed very tightly against the groin, making the cup all but impossible to move with the guy’s hand.

All of this works fine so long as Bill and Joe can keep from getting even partial erections which would need to be contained within the cup. But, given all that gear and how it fits, it is difficult “not” to start to get an erection, an erection that has no place to go except to press harder against the strap and sides of the cup.

This poses something of a dilemma. Wearing gear like this during the day is ordinarily not that difficult for a guy to do in large measure because a guy cannot simply spend the waking hours just thinking about his penis and the situation it is in. During the day there are even moments where the guy’s penis thinks the situation it has found itself in is no big deal, as in this is all just normal, and the penis responds to that by going completely flaccid and apparently seems hardly even aware that the jock and cop are even there. This in large measure depends on what a guy is doing during the day and whether his thoughts are primarily not about sex and his penis. But most guys would probably find the daytime situation at least manageable.

But night time creates an entirely new situation, with new issues with which to try to deal. Think about this: Suppose that you sustained a small cut or bruise on your arm that hurts just a little. During the day, you are busy doing things and the slight pain is no big deal. There are times during the day that you do not even think about that the cur or bruise hurts just a little.

But then you crawl into bed, an suddenly the cut or bruise hurts enough that it is keeping you from being able to go to sleep. What seemed trivial and unimportant during the day is now keeping you awake at night.

The same with Bill and Joe. They had been messing around getting into the straps, cups and compression gear and at times at least thought all of this might very well be no big deal at all. After all;, their brains are in control of the situation at hand, not their penises.

But now both Bill and Joe are in bed, and trying to get some sleep. But now suddenly they are fully aware of and focusing directly on the situation their penises are in. Now, to be sure, a lot of this is psychological, not physical in that Bill and Joe are both fully aware of the fact that their penises are within the confines of the strap and cup, even though there might be only a bit of sensation that their penises are actually feeling the bounds of the respective confinements as opposed to just sensing that the bounds are close by but not causing any significant issues yet. Unlike daytime, there is no non-sexual event occurring that would divert attention away from the situation. So Bill and Joe are focused almost entirely on their penises.

It doesn’t help that Bill is now fully aware that Joe is right there sleeping in the bed next to him and facing the same dilemma, nor does it help that Joe realizes that Bill is sleeping in the bed next to him and also facing the exact same situation. This bit of knowledge alone is weirdly erotic and not making the entire situation any easier. When Joe is not focusing his mind on his own penis, he is diverting to thinking about what Bill might be experiencing, same for Bill.

Given the focus that both Joe and Bill have on their respective penises as they lay their quietly but still very much awake. Under the circumstances, what is a penis to do for goodness sakes? Well, as nearly every guy realizes, the moment of initial tension is normally accompanied buy a few drops of crystal clear but quite viscous precum, and that is now exactly what has been happening to both Bill and Joe inside the strap.

But any guy also knows that this initial tension, if not somehow diverted, will soon lead to a slight expansion of the penis, sometimes referred to as a “semi”. This is certainly not a full erection, but simply an expansion just sufficient to make the walls of the cup move from being only psychologically there to a clear physical presence. Now, the sensation may not appear to be of much consequence whatsoever, just the sudden awareness in the guy’s brain that the walls of the cup are indeed physically present. But still, a guy quickly becomes aware of the fact that he is growing in size, and if this continues, the walls of the cup will soon pose a firm “barrier” to further expansion that will somehow need to be confronted directly.

Joe is experiencing exactly this now, and wondering if Bill is starting to have the same “problem” as well. Bill is experiencing the same phenomenon, and is also wondering if Joe could be also experiencing this same problem as well. The awareness of the guy in the other bed perhaps facing the same problem is making matters for each of them more difficult, but at the same time, certainly more interesting that if each of them were experiencing all of this alone.

…….To be continued

Bill and Joe try to find comfortable sleeping positions
 

Both Bill and Joe have been lying in bed for about a half hour, but both are still wide awake. What began mostly as a psychological dilemma, their respective penises confined in the limited space of a hard cup, is starting to become physical as well. Both of them can sense that their penises are no longer able to expand as they would have in loose-fitting boxer shorts, but are running up against a barrier at least on three sides.

The strange sensation that they are both getting in bed is one of both discomfort but also a really odd pleasant feeling, and this really weird combination seems to be getting gradually more powerful not less powerful. As the penis senses the cup is confining it, signals are sent back to their brains. The brain almost immediately responds by sending electrical signals that open valves in the respective penises a bit, which sends in a bit more blood, which, in turn, makes the penis expand in size, just a little more. And, of course, the brain also begins sending signals to the cowpers gland that results in glistening crystalline-like clear drops oozing one at-a-time from the tip of the penis. Both Bill and Joe can sense this is happening to them even as I write this.

But with a guy’s penis already pressing a little against the cup, sending more blood to the penis simply makes matters worse, or maybe better, depending on whether or not the guy is sensing discomfort or pleasure given the ridiculous situation his penis is now in. The weird thing that is happening is this odd mixture of goofy pleasure mixed in with discomfort. The health education classes Bill and Joe both took in high school had neither discussed this strange phenomenon they were now experiencing nor in any way prepared either one of them for what was now happening to them.

Usually, when a guy senses a little direct pressure on his penis, he makes an effort to attempt to find a more comfortable situation to be in. In the case of the cup, this ordinarily means adjusting the cup just a but by sliding it up, down or sideways. Joe tries this, only to discover that the movement of the cup itself is starting to make his penis firmer and harder. Not by much, but just a little. So the more Joe tries to find a comfortable position for the cup, the more difficult the situation becomes for Joe.

Bill already found this out when he was playing around with all of this just two nights ago. There may be places where the cup seems a bit less there or not, but no location that eliminates the sense of its presence, entirely.

Joe finally decides to try something completely different in an effort to deal with the situation he is now in. He decides that his penis needs a short “break” from the sensation of being contained within the cup. So the solution is for Joe to grab the cup in his right hand and pull the entire cup and pouch that holds it outward, away from his penis pulling against the wide elastic waistband of the strap. Given the size of the strap waistband and its 2 ½ inch width, even holding the cup away from his penis for 5-10 seconds takes a significant effort on Joe’s part.

Joe thinks but maybe, just maybe, the five or ten seconds of freedom will give his penis enough time to deflate just a bit, and once the cup is back in place his penis will be less sensitive. The only problem with that idea is that it is wrong, completely wrong. When Joe lets go of the cup, it quickly snaps back into position. What happened of course, is that in just the five or ten seconds of freedom for Joe’s penis, Joe’s penis decides that since it is no longer as confined as it was, it can expand a bit, if only a little.

So as cup and pouch go back into position against Joes groin, the sensation Joe experiences is one of agony, but of a delicious agony unlike anything Joe has ever experienced in his entire life before. Joe’s penis seems very much unhappy that it is back in tight confinement, but it is a delicious unhappiness that contains both elements of physical discomfort intermingled with sheer pure ecstatic pleasure, something unlike anything that had ever happened to Joe.

Joe is so fascinated by all of this that he tries the pull-away and snap back technique several more time, now realizing beforehand that each time the cup and pouch hits his groin again is going to send him off into delicious agony. Each time the cup snaps back to contain his penis Joe lets out a discernible moan of pleasure.

Meanwhile Bill is lying there still wide awake and taking note of the commotion taking place in Bill’s bed. Having had a similar experience just two nights ago, Bill has pretty well determined what Joe must have been trying and what must be happening and why Joe appears to be letting out repeated moans of what seems to be a pleasant agony.

For Bill, the problem is that just listening to Joe struggle trying to find a comfortable cup position is starting to turn Bill on too. Bill knows that he is now precumming inside his own cup and strap and forming spots of clear ooze on his cup pouch in part just thinking about Joe and what Joe has been experiencing. The pressure of Bill’s cup was mainly psychological, but the sensations for Bill not woo are starting to get quite physical as well. Bill cannot simply ignore what is happening to him at this point, even as he quietly listens as Joe struggles.

……To be continued