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
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