Date: Sat, 20 Sep 2014 18:31:17 -0500
From: Max Millan <maxmillan2576@hotmail.com>
Subject: Blissful Paradise: New Understanding Chapter 3

DISCLAIMER:

This novella is a work of fiction. Any similarities with real life is of
pure coincidence. This story contains homoerotic encounters between
college age adults. Acts include masturbation, mutual masturbation and
touching of male genitalia.

Copyright 2014 Max Millan


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New Understanding
by
Max Millan

The weekend passed by without us mentioning anything about what happened
last Friday. We just continued on like any other weekends in the
dorm. Studied or pretended to study. Played video games, visited the
student center where cable was available, and met up with friends that we
know. The reason why Matt was very careful with the harness was because
people were signing it. You could read most of his teammate's names written
on it and names from several students that he knows. It's funny that I had
not signed it yet. Saturday night he had his football uniform in our dorm
room. Normally, they all put on their uniform in the gym then the bus would
take them to the stadium. Since he would require more time to put it on and
probably some help, Coach Fox let him take his official uniform with
him. When I got back from ROTC training, he was sitting on the couch
waiting for me.

"There you are," he greeted me when I opened door to our room.

I'd almost forgotten that he wanted to be by the sideline during the
game. He managed to put on his shoulder padding and already had his jersey
on over his harness, but not his game pants, although, he had his jock
strap on.

"What up?" I replied.

"This thing will require extra hand," he said showing me his game pants.

"OK, let me change first." I got out of my uniform and changed to my
t-shirt and jeans. By now, Matt was able to put on his game socks. He
straighten his legs, and I helped him slip his game pants on. He asked me
to hold the other side of the waist then he stood . He pulled up his side
of the pants, and I did the same thing. I grabbed his groin protector, but
he said he didn't need it since he wasn't playing. He was trying to pull
the two end of the string with his good hand, but it wasn't working. It was
my cue to hold other end. He said on the count of three that we pull at the
same time.

"One, two, three . . . too tight." he exclaimed.

I just laughed while he adjusted the tightness. However, I had to tie the
knot for him. Putting on his cleats was no problem because it was one of
those that had velcro instead of shoe lace. He dubbed some gel on this hair
and mussed it up.

"Looking good, ready?" I asked.

He said, "Yeah."

I drove him to the stadium to meet up with his team. They were getting
ready to do the introduction dash, so I proceeded to look for our
friends. I got a text message that they were seated behind the team.

The game wasn't that eventful. We were ahead by a good spread by half
time. The only thing that kept us engaged through the game was every time
they show Matt on the jumbo-tron. We would erupt with loud cheer. "Go Matt!
Go Matt go!" He would turn around and signal us to cut it out. He's
embarrassed by the attention he was receiving.

The game was over, and Matt met me in the parking lot. He had his hand up
in the air giving me the finger. Before heading back to the dorm, we picked
some pizza. As it turned out, he didn't need help getting out of his
uniform. Except for a few ouches, he's in his shirt and basketball
shorts. Mike's band was done playing in one of the bars around campus, so
the rest of the gang were not going anywhere tonight. We were also not in
the mood to look for some party around the campus and get drunk. We would
normally try our luck looking for a party after the game to score some
booze. Being underage, it still felt like an adventure to do it even when
we already gotten away with it many times. Matt was still on his
medications. I, on the other hand, was feeling a little guilty to leave
Matt alone in the dorm. I settled on playing some video games. He went to
his bed and turned on his laptop.

"I'm reading about NROTC. It says that you will need to get a technical
degree to be in the running for spot in the marine corps officer program."

"Don't remind me," I answered.

"What's your plan?" he asked.

"I might take Naval Architecture and Marine Engineering."

"Wooh, that sounds too techie."

"Compare to the other engineering degrees, no. I looked at the courses, I
think it's something I can do."

Even though our college was not one of those prestigious ones, we are a
4-year Navy accredited college. I was very happy when the Navy suggested
the college. It was relatively close and cheaper to go to. There were
twelve of us in the program, but only three or four were planning to sign
up for active duty. The rest were just looking for the scholarship money
and were happy being in the reserve.

"Are you going full time after school?"

"I think so, I'm liking it so far."

"Aren't you scared?" Matt asked.

"Why?" I asked wondering about his curiosity.

"The news lately says that we might be sending troops to the Middle East."

"It's very likely. There was a talk in the ROTC office about it."

"Are you going to command your own men?"

"Well maybe, but probably it depends on what job they are going to give
me."

"What do mean?"

"We go to work in the service."

"Like civilian work?"

"Pretty much but mostly for the military."

"I hope they give you office work," Matt said showing his concern.

"Nah, it will take a lot to kill this bad boy," I said pointing to myself
which was really more of a bravado. No one could really know how things
would turn out.

For many folks that I knew, the service had been the go to career. The pay
wasn't too bad, and the job security was also good. It also enticed me for
some other reasons. Being a kid from family with limited means, I wanted to
see places and the military was probably my ticket. I knew I had to put up
with many people, but I thought getting in as an officer would be easier
than being a grunt.

Weekend was over like that and Monday rolled in which meant Monday Night
Football. Matt and I were off to our usual trick of scoring some booze from
unsuspecting self checkout attendant. You see, I was 19 and Matt was 20.

We would go in the grocery store, and spy on who was manning the self
checkout lane. If it's some young kid, Matt would use the self
checkout. Most of the time when the lane asked to show his ID to the
cashier, he would just stand there. The kid would glance at him to see a
big guy with stubble on his face and just bypass the ID check then off we
go. If the cashier asked for his ID, he would pretend that he couldn't his
license. If that happened, we would just try another grocery store. We had
a perfect hitting average of scoring some booze for the night. Another ride
to the pizza joint, and we're good for the whole night. Sneaking in booze
inside the dorm was another trick on it's own, but it's much much easier.

The game was about to start, and Matt made his way to the couch and found
the remote. He turned the TV on. I sat the pizza on the floor then handed
Matt a can of beer. I opened my own got ready to watch some football. I sat
right next to Matt on the couch. We normally leave some room between us
when we sat on the couch, but tonight we were not too keen about it. There
was a little bit of openness on how Matt was sitting tonight. Before he
usually sat leaning forward for most of the game. This time he was fully
relax on the couch and his legs were partly separated. This gave me a good
vantage point to check out his crotch. I copied his position, so my
slightly shorter leg went under his. I could feel his calf brush against my
shin every time he moved. He didn't seem to be bothered by it. We inhaled
most of the pizza, so I took what was remaining and set the box on my study
desk. I opened some more beer and handed one to Matt. He had his hand
tucked again inside his shorts when I turned around. He pulled out his hand
and reached for the beer.

"Thanks," he said.

I brought the rest of the beers with me and set it below the couch, and
took my original spot. Matt lifted his left leg a little bit when he saw me
sat down. He was making room for my leg. I laid back and spread my leg like
before then he moved his leg down. There we were again with our legs
crossed. We concentrated on the game on the TV making loud noises when a
good play was made and criticized when a bad one was made. By half time, we
were done with our first six pack. I went for another of one of our six
packs. When I turned around, I saw him again with his hand tucked in
cuffing his balls.

"Is that a habit of yours?" I asked as I walked to the couch.

"What habit?" he was a little puzzled.

I showed him what he was doing.

"Oh this," looking down at his crotch.

"I wasn't even thinking about it that I'm doing it until you pointed it
out," he continued.

"I don't see you do that before when we watched football."

"I do, it just not as obvious," Matt replied.

Then he switched back to a leaning position. And showed me how he did
before. He was cuffing his balls with right hand just not inside his
shorts.

"I like the warm feeling." He laid back on the couch then tucked in his
hand.

It's time for another beer. I handed him and opened.

"This is the only problem. I have only one working arm," he laughed.

Somehow I had the urge to do it for him that I was unconsciously grabbing
my own thighs.

"You wanna be my other hand?" he said jokingly.

"Maybe," I rubbed my hands together and blow some warm breathe on my right
hand teasing him. I raised my hand over him. He moved his arm to the side
and lifted his hip a little bit. He wasn't joking. He really wanted me to
slip my hand inside his shorts, so I moved my hand gently inside his
shorts. I used my other hand to lift the waistband to take a quick peek of
his cock. When I found the base of his cock, I encircled it with my thumb
and index finger, and gave Matt a grin. His cock responded by getting
semi-hard.

His semi hard-on did not escape him. "Let me settle down a bit then try to
hold as much of my dick and my balls," he instructed.

When the position of my hand had met his approval, he relaxed and took a
good swig of his beer.

"Aaahh, feels much better."

I grabbed him a little harder after he said it. He just gave me a face
pretending to be hurt.

So for the rest of the game, my hand was free to touch him. I would remove
it from time to time when I had to do something else, but he didn't flinch
when I had to put it back. He had his his arm resting on the back of the
couch giving me unobstructed access. When someone else touched my body even
when I knew it's coming, it would make me jump a little. Matt on the other
hand could just ignore it. His reaction to certain touch must had been
dulled by him playing football. We spent the rest of the game with my hand
mostly inside Matt's shorts. I was keeping him warm like he wanted and not
really thinking of getting him excited although I did give his cock a full
grab and move it side to side several times brushing the head against his
silky basketball shorts. I must admit though that the thought of him
letting me touch his crotch casually was exciting me.

The football game was over. I was still staring at the TV watching the
highlights of the game when I felt Matt lifting his hip slightly signaling
that I was relieved of my duty.  He could just told me, but he waited for
me to pull out on my own. The alcohol had made it to my head and the extra
liquid was about to make my bladder burst. We both headed to the restroom
to take a long deserved piss. He was just grinning the whole time.

It was just11:30PM, and the dorm was bustling with wide awake college
kids. I told him that we should check out the student lobby or lounge to
see if there was anything interesting going on. There were quite a people
in the lounge, and some of them were drunk like us. Drunks were a common
occurrence every night. There's always at least one guy who would brag
about how much he already drunk and still looking for more. I bought two
bottled water from the vending machine then Matt and I sat with other
students that we were familiar with on the big couch that runs around the
entire room. At the other corner was a piano already occupied by two music
majors. They were playing a random mix of classical and pop tunes. Some
tunes where started but never finished only to be replaced by another tune
that didn't get finished. And sometimes you would see another student
rushing from nowhere to finish the tune while castigating the current piano
occupants. Matt had already struck a conversation with the Asian
students. You can hear their subdued giggles when Matt said something
funny. He's probably trying to learn some Japanese or Chinese
words. Reciting those oriental words was already hard enough when someone
was not drunk, what chance he got when he was already drunk. Matt was
having a ball and the foreign students were just happy to indulge his
curiosity sincere or not. The noise from other student was starting to
sound like a buzz to me. The sound of the piano was not helping me
neither. I was ready to pass out. I told Matt that I was done for the
night. He decided to stay a little bit longer determined to continue making
a fool of himself.

I passed out immediately. I didn't know what time was it when all of a
sudden Matt woke me up.

"Joe, wake up. Waaaaakeeee up!" he said while shaking me.

"Fuck, what now?"

"Now we can go to sleep at the same time," was his predictable follow up.

"Do you want me to break you other arm? I hate it when you do that. One of
these days . . ."

"I call truce," he said giving me a peace sign.

He laid down on his bed and was still chatty.

"I learned a new word to today. You know how they say buddy in Japanese,"
he said proudly.

"What was it?"

"Kareshi," he said trying hard to roll the R.

Then I just started laughing. Since some of our friends were avid followers
of Japanese contemporary literature called manga and anime, I had a vague
idea of what the word meant.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Are you sure you asked for the correct word?"

"What do you mean?"

"They were trying to pull a fast one on you."

"Why?" he was now anxious to know.

"Kareshi means boyfriend, I think"

"No, it's not," he insisted.

"Trust me, it means boyfriend. Ask Timmy tomorrow."

"Is not," he devolved into a defeated child.

The room went silent. Oh Matt, sometimes I'm amazed by his spurt of
naivete. As I was drifting back to sleep, Matt started talking.

"You know, you can tug on my nuts a little when you have your hand in
there."

"Huh?"

"I like doing it. Keeps my nuts loose.".

"You liked having my hand inside your shorts?" I prodded some more.

"I don't mind you doing it. It's cool with me."

"Yeah, it was fun," I concurred. "So you want me to do that on football
nights?"

"Only if you feel like doing it. I'm not forcing you to do things that you
might not want to," he replied looking for some level of approval from me.

"No, it's cool with me too."

"I was thinking buddy," he continued.

"What about?" I asked.

"We should change the room to jerk off friendly zone," he continued.

"What you mean?"

"It looks like we both like jacking off. And it would be nice if we don't
have to hide it."

I thought he was joking, so I rolled over and hung my head on the side.

"Are you just telling me this because you can't jerk off on your own?"

"Well, maybe," he responded then wink. "Would it be nice if you can just
whip it out when you are actually horny instead of waiting. And if one us
is around then he can be the look out," he added.

"Ha ha. That sounds interesting," I said. "And what about porn?" I asked.

He got out of the bed and walked to his desk. He reached for the cover of
his overhead storage.

"That's my DVD stash," pointing at a shoe box behind his jars of protein
powder mix.

"What the hell? You are probably the only one who still watch porn on DVD,"
I said jokingly.

"Fine, then don't watch them," he said giving me the finger.

"You know you can get them for free now on the Internet?"

"Really?"

"Honestly? Have you not searched for porn on your computer?"

"Don't you get nasty virus if you do that then you computer is all messed
up?"

"You just have to be extra careful. I'll show you a safe site later," I
offered as a show of gratitude for his offer.

It's not that Matt didn't know about porn on the Internet. The truth of the
matter was that he hardly had any time or did not have the need for it. He
had a very busy schedule. It's only the last two weeks that he had a lot of
free time during the semester because of his shoulder.

"Are you cool giving me a hand for the mean time though?" he finally said
what he was actually hoping.

"What's it in for me?" I'm not really oppose to jacking him off. I sort of
like hearing his moans and grunts and seeing his sex face.

"Aww, it's only until I'm out of this harness. You wouldn't help a buddy in
need?" he protested.

"What about this? You let me touch you when I feel like it. . . . anywhere
. . . anytime" was my offer.

"Anytime and anywhere. I don't know about that."

"Jeez, it's not like I'm going to do it to put on a show in front of
everybody. It's like here in the room, in the car, or something like that."

"Let me think about it." He looked like he wanted to agree but hesitating.

"You can join me on the couch next Friday, and football night, I'll be your
extra hand again," I offered.

I could see his face lit up.

"What about now?" he blurted out.

"Take a cold shower." I replied.

"You're no fun."

"Zip it. I'm tired," I said brushing him off.

I went back to sleep, and he did the same.

The next Tuesday after my first class, I was in the dorm waiting for Matt
to have our lunch break contemplating on our conversation last night. My
cock started straining in my jeans, so decided to unzip and let it out. I
climbed in my bed and lay down for a bit intently looking at my cock giving
it a slow rub. I did not notice Matt opening the door as I was in deep
thoughts about his request to help him out with his needs. "Will he somehow
return the favor if I agree?" I thought to myself. I wondered how it would
feel like to have him wrap his big hand around mine.

Matt walked in. He was already standing by the bed looking at what I was
doing when I heard him said, "ready for lunch." I looked at him and slowly
tucked myself in.

"I can wait," he continued.

"Nah, I'm cool. I just had a boner," I replied.  I climbed down the bunk
bed and finished tucking myself inside my pants then we made our way to the
cafeteria. We fetched our food and settled into the same table that we had
unofficially chosen to be our regular eating spot.

"How was it?" he asked with a smirk forming in his face.

I figured what he was talking about but I tried to divert it anyway. "How
about it?" I replied pretending to be confused.

"You know," he said while making the fist that someone's hand form when
masturbating then mime the movement.

"It's nice that I don't have to worry about you walking in on me."

"Enjoyed it?"

"I wasn't really planning to finish it off. I just got a boner. I had to
take it out. It was straining down there."

"He-he-he," he chuckled at what I said.

"What so funny?"

"Nothing."

"Shut it before I break you other arm."

"Geez, can't even take a joke," he said then he proceeded to mime jack off
again.

"Not funny Matt. It was your idea."

"OK, I won't do it again," he said raising his curled up hand then he
proceeded to mime jack again.

We both just laughed at it.

"Just make some noise or something to get me a heads up when you are alone
though."

He nodded and said, "OK, will do" then he offered a fist bump that formally
sealed the deal.

"By the way, I need a favor tomorrow," Matt said after we finished the last
morsel of food on our plate.

"Woowaah, buddy!" I responded.

"Not the kind you are thinking about. I need a ride to the hospital
tomorrow for my check-up."

"What time?"

"Like 2:30."

"No problemo, amigo."

The rest of the day went by like any other day except I had a quick wanked
on the bed while Matt was studying on his bed. I was extra vocal just annoy
to him for making fun of me this afternoon. Matt would kick the underside
of my bed when I got too loud for him then admonished me that he couldn't
study. He said that he had a lot of catching up do for being absent for
several days. It just gave me even more reason to exaggerate. After some
more pleadings from him, I settled down a little and finished myself. It
was a different feeling when Matt and I did it together. It was not as
intense but it was just as fun. The new sense of freedom was very
liberating.