Date: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 00:57:27 -0500
From: Max Millan <maxmillan2576@hotmail.com>
Subject: Blissful Paradise: Blissful Paradise Chapter 7

Blissful Paradise
By
Max Millan

The latter part of the winter had many warm spells that Spring thaw came
early. New shoots of grass had already peeked out covering the land like a
green velvet carpet. The air was cool as Winter tried its hardest to stay,
but the new beginning was also making its presence known. Unlike the never
ending cycle of the seasons, this particular time of my life looking at the
meadows of the town that I'd only known would only be repeated several
times before I had to replace it with another sight and smell of places
that were foreign to me. For the moment, I was very excited driving back to
the school. The apprehension that I had when I started college was gone. I
couldn't wait to get there and once again see the new people that I'd gone
to know, but my stomach had to be satisfied first. We pulled into the same
diner for early lunch and was greeted by the same old lady.

"My boys are back" was her greeting. She lead us to an empty table then
proceeded to wipe it clean while trying to get our order.

"Do you want the same thing?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am," Matt and I answered in unison.

"Heading back to school?"

"Yes, ma'am," we both answered at the same time again.

"Apple pie on the house again."

"Yummy," Matt said.

She placed our order and came back with our cold sweet tea.

"What some nice looking fellas," she said. "Don't go breaking young girl's
heart," she continued.

"Matt was planning to do that," I said.

She waved her finger to Matt, "be a gentleman, would you?"

"I'll try," Matt responded which was probably the wrong answer because he
received a little bit of scolding after he said it. I was chuckling the
whole time while the old lady was reprimanding him for such ungentlemanly
response.

"Hush," she said when she caught me. "You behave too."

We both bowed our heads. When the old lady left to fetch our order, we both
tried to stop ourselves from laughing.

The lady came back and laid the plates on the table. "Tell me if you need
anything."

"Thanks, ma'am," I said.

The food was gone in a instant. We were both just as excited to get to the
school that we finished our food in a hurry. The apple pie went down even
quicker. We paid our check and walked out of the diner. I took sniffed of
the cool Spring air then another. It dawned on me that I was already
starting to bid my goodbye to this town. It won't be long that I would have
to leave this place for good. Matt caught me spacing out.

"What up?" I heard Matt.

"Nothing," I said.

"Sure?"

"I'm fine."

The school was still almost empty when we arrived. The parking lot of our
dorm was empty. The locks still weren't changed back that we needed to go
to the housing office, so we could get in. During breaks door locks were
switched out temporarily. Matt and I hauled the new addition to our
room. The couch was moved aside to make room for the recliners. I tested it
out.

I reclined the seat and tried to find the best angle. When it was to
satisfaction, I spread my legs a little bit and mimed jacking off. "Sweet,"
I said.

"I knew it," Matt said.

"What you mean?" I asked.

"That's what you have in mind when you asked if we can bring the recliners
here."

"Well, it's so comfy."

Matt joined in and took the other recliner. I guessed we were both tired
that we dozed off. A knock on the door woke us up. It was Tim, Mike and
Daisuke. They were checking if we were back. It was almost nighttime, and
the dorm was finally alive with noises from the other students checking
in. We showed the gang our new recliners, and they took turns trying it
out.

"Sweet," Tim said. "I might just have to live here too," he continued.

"What about your girlfriend?" I asked.

"This is so comfy. She will understand," he replied.

Then Reed and Shawn showed up. They were Matt's teammates who he hanged out
with. When they saw the recliners, they also took turns trying it out.

"Sweet," Shawn said.

I just laughed because he was the third person to say the same thing.

It would be a week before all the university services were restored that
meant the cafeteria was still close, so we all decided to eat at one of the
joints inside the student center. It looked like all the students had the
same thing in their minds. The placed was packed. We stood in line and
caught up with what everyone did during the break.

"How was the break?" Shawn asked.

"Daisuke spent the Christmas with us back in Florida," Mike said.

"Do you have Christmas in Japan?" Shawn asked Daisuke.

Daisuke was a little puzzled because he was a Christian, but he knew the
drill of someone looking exotic to most, so he just answered Shawn's
question with a simple, "yes."

"Me and Reed just spent the whole break drunk. Reed just turned legal,"
Shawn proclaimed proudly.

"Mexico was nice," Tim said. "They're most festive there than here during
the Christmas season. It's crazy," he added.

"Did you stay there the whole break?" Shawn asked continuing his
interrogation.

"Nah, we just stayed there for few days," Tim replied.

"How about you two?" Shawn turned to us.

"I mostly helped out my dad with some of his projects," I said.

"I went camping with Joe and some of his folks," Matt added.

"Camping? Wasn't it cold?" Shawn asked. Even though we lived in the same
state, the difference between the northern and southern weather was
sometimes so dramatic.

"It was still cool we're we at," I said.

"Here, look at the buck I downed," Matt said showing the picture of me and
him holding the buck's antlers on his phone to everyone.

"Wow, that's a big one," Reed commented.

"Joe, did you catch a big one too?" Shawn asked.

"No," I replied.

It's was our turn to order our food. Matt and I were standing behind the
group. He leaned and whispered to my ear, "don't lie, you caught a big one
too." I elbowed him on his stomach.

When we finished our meal, Reed invited us to their apartment for some
celebration before the classes started. There were already several people
at their place when we arrived. Some of the football players were there
gathered by the front porch which gave me a pause. Matt sensed my
trepidation.

"They don't bite," Matt said.

"Cool kids hanging out," I whispered for some reason. Unlike the kind of
parties that we regularly go to where only one or two of them would show
up. This looked like a jock party.

"It never occurred to me that you are one easily intimidated," he
commented.

"Nothing, just reminded me of high school when you guys blocked the hall by
the locker area."

"What we did?"

"Do you know that you guys were making fun of other students when they
passed you?"

Matt was looking clueless when he said, "I don't remember doing that."

I let go of the subject. Like many things in our young lives, those that we
thought were funny were meant just to be funny that we didn't think about
it too much.

Shawn saw us and shouted for us to get in. Matt grabbed something from the
backseat. It was his varsity jacket. He was entering his natural habitat I
guess. After several high fives and nonsensical talks, we made it inside
the apartment. To my elation there were other students that I recognized
from many parties that I'd been to. Tim and Mike showed up later. Daisuke
was skipping the festivities to hang out with the other foreign
students. Even in this situation, the place was naturally divided into the
players and non-players groups. Sometimes some intermingling happened but
the topic of the conversation seemed to decide how long the interaction
would be. Matt was already corralled by Reed and the other players who were
very curious if he would be playing next season. Reed was more comfortable
hanging out with his jock buddies. Shawn, on the other hand, was more
outgoing and had no problem socializing with every people in room.

"Joe!" I heard Shawn calling from the back patio.

I walked to where he was. "What up?" I asked.

"This is Shane, he's in the army. Shane that's Joe, he would be joining the
service after college."

"Which branch?" Shane asked.

"Marines," I replied.

"Cool," he replied.

I wondered why he's in school. "I didn't know they have army program here."

"I'm in active duty just taking advantage of the back to school benefits."

"They allow you to do that?"

"Army does, not sure about the Navy."

"That's cool. How does it go?"

"Pretty much, my job is to be a student," he said laughing.

"Don't you have post duties?"

"I do, but I'm currently manning the recruitment office nearby."

"Are there other army peeps attending this school?"

"A few. I knew two who are taking computer science degree."

"Do you need to be in specific area of studies to be approved for school?"

"Not really, but technical degree is preferred."

"Are you living inside the base?" I was curious how come he was able to
stay out late.

"Off base, I just report for my guarding duty sometimes during weekend, but
I mostly stay in town. So how long before you join the service?" he asked
after my own interrogation.

"Just started my ROTC program," I replied.

"Nice, I suggest you take the off base option when you join the
service. You have an option if you're an officer."

"Isn't it cheaper to live inside the base?"

"A little but not that much, really."

Shawn was on the side trying to follow our conversation manning the keg.

"Beer anyone?" I heard him say during the lull in our conversation.

"How did you end up hanging out with this loser," I said pointing at Shawn.

"Parties. It's cheaper to get drunk here than going to bars. Ha-ha"

"True, that's why I'm planning to enjoy it. More beer please," I said
giving my cup to Shawn.

After we had our refill, we went back inside. I joined Tim and Mike while
Shawn and Shane joined Reed's company.

When Shane joined them, I can't help but notice how small he looked compare
to most of the players. Reed who was the same height as Shawn but slightly
smaller in size was a linebacker. Shawn who was also a defensive end was
almost as big as Matt but an inch shorter. The rest were just as big. Even
among the jocks, there was probably some sort of grouping because Matt's
group was where most of the bigger guys were at, and another group just
right next to them were composed mostly of the smaller but more agile
member of the team.

The place became louder as the night went by. The music was also getting
louder it seemed like. The crescendo of the party reached its peak early
on. This might just be the first stop of the night long partying for most
of the people in the apartment. The high pitched environment died down just
as quickly when one by one people left for the next stop of their
night. The place was almost empty by midnight. Matt was finally freed by
his fellow jocks and made his way to where I was and Tim. Mike had already
left.

"Having a good time?" he said.

"Sure," I said.

"We're going to have several tryouts this Spring. Fresh meat," he said
showing his excitement on breaking in newbies.

"Don't go crying if you bust your shoulder again."

"Nah, I'm good as new. And they are going to get the Matt treatment."

Shawn interjected, "we are going to punish them until they are ready to
quit."

Matt and Shawn did their chest bump which shook the place when they landed
then yelled out "yeeaaahhh!"

"Stop that. You are going to break the place," I said which just encouraged
them to do it again.

Matt and Shawn provided us some entertainment when they decided to out
tackle one another. Reed stopped them before they break anything inside the
apartment. Like kids who still wanted to play, but their parents will not
let them, they were mime rushing each other that they headbutted when they
did it at the same time.

I could hear Reed saying while Matt and Shawn were lying on the floor in
pain, "stupid fuckers."

Matt finally had enough, so we bid our farewell and went back to the
dorm. The next morning Matt was sporting a bruise on his forehead that he
was carefully inspecting on the mirror.

I looked at his forehead and commented, "that looks it nasty."

"Yeah, it is. It still hurts," he replied.

"You keep injuring yourself."

"Nah, this is nothing," he said then I heard "ouch!"

"Stupid! Stop playing with it."

He grabbed a cold can of soda from the mini-fridge and used it to numb the
pain.

I asked him what's his plan for the day because I still needed to register
for my classes.

"We can check out the dollar movie theater," he suggested.

"I can't. I have to register for classes this afternoon."

"You haven't register for classes?" he was sounding a little surprise.

"Not yet," I replied.

"You didn't do your early registration last semester?"

"No, it's only available for main courses."

"Oh OK, I'll just tag along with you then."

"I had to go to the ROTC office first. I'll meet you up at the center
around lunch time."

The ROTC office that once made me nervous now felt like any other building
in the campus. I walked in and checked in with the secretary. She gave me
the schedule for the semester and reminded me that I would be reporting to
the base the following summer. The schedule was pretty much the same as
last semester half day on Wednesdays and full day on Saturdays. Summer was
when I would start my training in the base together with the other enlisted
personnel but my mind was still too far away from it. I couldn't afford to
think about it for now, I had to survive the second half of my first year
in college.

I sent Matt a message to know where he was. He replied that he was by the
arcade area.

"How long you've been here?" I asked.

"Not long. Five minutes, maybe," Matt replied.

"Hungry yet?"

"Yeah. You?"

"I am. Wanna go to Bubba's Grill?"

"Sure."

The place was busy when we got there, but it didn't take long before we
were offered a table. It was warm inside that I couldn't wait to remove my
coat. I hanged my jacket on the back of my chair and Matt did the same
thing. The waitress asked for our drinks. We both asked for sweet tea. Matt
caught me looking at him.

"What are you looking at?" he asked.

"Is that the same blue shirt you're wearing?"

"Yup."

"I thought so."

"What's wrong with my shirt?"

"Did you wash that several times?" I joked.

He took a sniffed and said, "smells fresh to me."

"How many times that shirt suffered?"

"Many times," he answered casually. I just laughed.

"Don't get any ideas," he warned.

"Too late. It's already in my head," I replied.

"Damn, my best friend is a pervy."

"You started it," I said.

"No, I did not," he protested.

Our food was ready and the waitress gently placed the plates of steak on
our table and left some condiments. After making some comment about how
tasty it looked, we went in for the kill and never stopped until the last
piece of steak was gone. All the while, I gave him some more hard time
about the shirt while we were eating.

"Matt, that shirt needs to go in a different laundry pile."

"I don't care. It's my own mess," he said sounding irritated, so I stopped
pestering him.

"Are you still tagging along with me this afternoon?" I asked to change the
subject.

"I got nothing. Might as well," he said.

We finished up our lunch and went back to his car and drove to the
campus. While he was driving, he gave his shirt another sniffed which made
me chuckled.

"I like this shirt," he said.

"I believe you." When he looked at my way, I gave him a grin.

"Don't get any wild ideas," he warned again.

"Me?"

"Yeah, you!"

"'What are you waiting for? Bring your cot over here'," I said mimicking
his voice.

"Hush!" he said. "Was fun though," he added and let out an exaggerated
laugh.

It took a while before I was able to register. The line was long. Good
thing that Tim and Mike were also there to keep us company cursing the cold
weather in the middle of the day. Tim needed to reschedule a class, and
Mike was dropping one. Mike asked what was our plan for the night. He said
that his band was playing in one of the bars and we should check it
out. This was one of his gigs that people had to pay five dollars to get
in. It was how Mike covered some of his expenses. We agreed to meet up in
front of our dorm which was walking distance to the bar he was going play
in. By next week when classes started, all the bars were no longer allowed
to serve alcohol during weekdays only Friday nights and weekends, so we
might as well take advantage of it.

Matt gave Shawn and Reed a call to see if they wanted to join us. They said
that Mike already told them about it and would be there.

"Nice," I said. Getting to the bar was not a problem. Getting some beer
was. Reed who just turned twenty one during the break was our ticket to
score some booze.

One by one the group assembled in front of the dorm. Tim and his girlfriend
were the first ones to show up. Then Mike, Daisuke and Ashley were
next. Not long after, we heard Shawn and Reed calling us from the corner of
the street. Shane was with them who was also willing to buy us beer. We all
went into the bar. Mike saw us walked in and gave us a shout out. His band
was already playing some alternative rock music on a makeshift stage. There
was a beer-pong setup by the end of the bar which we immediately
claimed. Reed and Shane went ahead to the bar to start the flow of
beer. Tim, his girlfriend, Ashley and Daisuke took the opposite ends of the
beer-pong table. They were going to teach Daisuke how to play the
game. Reed and Shane came back with our first score of the night. After
filling up our cups, we gathered close to the makeshift stage to cheer on
Mike until their first break.

>From the beer-pong table, I could hear Shawn calling and challenging us
for a drinking match. It would be him and Matt versus Shane and I. We took
the opposite ends of the beer-pong table and two pitchers of beer were
already set aside for the match. Matt and Shawn were so confident that they
would easily beat us. After several games, the pitchers were emptied. We
won all the games by 3 to 5 cups. Shawn not willing to finish the match
without even winning one game, asked Shane to fetch more beer. The more we
played the more beer they had to drink and the drunker they got which made
the successive wins a lot easier for us. "Jocks got killed by the
soldiers," Shane kept teasing them. Matt was the one to concede their
lost. Shawn started drinking from the pitcher not willing to share to get
us back. We again took a spot to cheer Mike on during their last set which
was probably a bad idea because we were just noisy that annoyed some of the
students who were there. When the band stopped playing, the place also
emptied out which signaled the end of our night's festivities.

"Hey Joe," I kept hearing Matt.

I would replied "what?"

Then another "hey Joe." It was a predictable sign that Matt was drunk when
he kept on repeating something for no specific reason. On our way back to
the dorm when I was out of sight, he would call out, "Joe, where are you?"
I would reply from behind. He would turn around and put his arm around my
shoulder.

"There you are. What's up, buddy?" he would say. This was repeated for
several times before reaching our room.

Like the many occasions when he came back drunk, the recliner was Matt's
bed for tonight. I took off my shoes and lay face down on my bed ready to
pass out. As I was about to doze off , I heard Matt muttering something
from the recliner.

"What's wrong now?" I asked.

"It's not staying hard," he replied.

"Matt, just get some sleep," I said sounding annoyed.

In his slurry voice I heard him said, "but it was hard just a moment ago."

"Quit it, you're drunk just do it tomorrow."

Then I heard him said, "shit" then some more muttering from him before he
gave up. And just like that he passed out. It was almost noon when I woke
up. Matt was still on the recliner sleeping with both hands inside his
undone pants that he managed to slip half way down his thighs. I grabbed my
shower pail and went ahead to get some needed scrubbing, The night's sweat
had made my body sticky and the musky smell was a little too strong. When
the soothing warm shower had done its work, it's time for some
grooming. With my boxers on and my towel over my shoulder, I proceeded to
one of the sinks. I looked around, and the place was empty except for one
of the stalls that was still in used. I watched myself on the mirror
checking to see the result of my effort as I shaved away the stubble from
my face revealing the squareness of my jaw that neatly showed my strong
looking chin. The short dark blond tuft on my head had been properly
trimmed to military approved length a few days ago. I checked my midsection
and tried to feel the little remaining discernible fat. It made me smile,
an exaggerated smile, showing my straight set of pearly whites that forced
me to squint a little. I took a quick glance of both of my arms and flexed
them some to see how they're developing.

>From behind me, I heard Matt said, "looking good blue eyes."

I turned to see him coming out of the other shower stall with his towel
wrapped around his waist. He must have sneaked in while I was still in the
shower.

"You like?" I said.

"You look yummy," he replied chuckling. I gave him the finger.

He took the sink right next to me and proceeded to brush his teeth. The
stubble that he kept was still nicely trimmed and shaped like many times
coming from break. His mom didn't like it when he just kept a permanent 4
o'clock shadow without keeping it looking neat. I couldn't help but notice
that he and I shared the same country boy look. It's hard to describe
really. It's more of a feeling I guess. If not for my whitewall haircut and
my face always shaved clean, you might say that I was a mini-Matt. I was
not a small guy by your average standard, but around Matt I was. Some even
had mistaken us as brothers.

"What's your plan for today?" I asked Matt while I shaved the few remaining
spots under my chin.

"Nothing. Probably just play some video games. How about you?"

"Maybe just hang out by the student center and see what comes up."

"When is your training going to start?" he asked.

"Next week. How about you?"

"Mostly maintenance workout this semester. We have several weeks before we
are required to meet with our respective trainer. Good thing we don't do
any post-season games or else all my college life will be nothing but
football."

"That doesn't sound too bad."

"Yeah, it doesn't."

Our conversation about his football schedule went on until we were back in
our room. Matt just casually removed his towel, sat down on the couch and
dried his legs and feet. It used to be that we tried not to look at each
other as much as possible when either one of us was completely naked in the
room but both of our reservations were gone by now. I had, from time time,
made some comment on how good he looked naked which he would sometimes
respond by flexing his muscles or pose like a bodybuilder. He was still
going on and on about the football workouts he had to do when I put my
clothes on. I asked him if he was coming, but he decided to skip lunch, so
I went to the student center alone. I stumbled upon Shawn and asked him
where's Reed. He said that they continued the party in their apartment
after coming back from the bar. Reed was still passed out. I told him Matt
was staying in the room probably still tired.

"You seemed to be awake?" I asked him.

"I'm cool. I can hang with the best them when it comes to drinking," Shawn
bragged.

"I believe you," I said.

"Reed and Matt are pussies. Reed will probably keep complaining about how
his head hurts the whole day when he wakes up. How about you?"

"I'm fine. You guys drunk most of the beer last night," I said.

"Oh that, I couldn't believe we lost all the games. We're pros."

"We're just more skilled," I said.

"Better be. You guys might have to dodge bullets someday."

"Don't remind me."

"Are you guys showing up tonight?" Shawn asked. Mike would be playing again
but in another bar.

"We are."

After our lunch, we looked around to see what was going on. The arcade area
was having a back to school event. All their games were free including the
pool tables. But since most students were probably still tired from last
night, the arcade wasn't busy during that part of the day. Shawn and I
claimed one of the pool tables.

"No more football games for you?" I asked after breaking the balls.

He took his aim and said, "Yeah, for a while. Summer is when we get back to
training again."

"Are you looking forward for the tryouts?"

"Hell yeah, the best part if you ask me."

"You and Matt seem to be hell bent on punishing the newbies."

"Oh, we will."

"Do you get a lot of them trying out?"

"We do. The athletic scholarship here is good plus the schedule is not as
hectic as the big school."

"How many you need?"

"Don't know. We lost four seniors, but we already have reserves ready, so
we might just be looking for reserves this year. Then they just join us for
drills this semester."

"Too bad for your adoring fans," I said jokingly.

"Well, just have to hunt a little," Shawn said. "Repeat performance is not
bad either," he added.

"Ha-ha. No uniform, no girls."

"I wouldn't say that just need a little work."

"Matt will go crazy," I said.

"Not me, I keep some numbers with me. As if we are the only ones that use
our uniform to get laid. Don't they call your dress uniform the
panty-dropper?"

"I don't know. I haven't worn one yet," I countered.

After several pool games, I had to call it a day and told Shawn that I was
still tired from last night. I let him know that we were going tonight. I
came back to our room and Matt was sitting on the recliner playing some
video games. Wrappers of junk food were littering the floor.

"If you're that hungry, how come you just didn't come with me for lunch," I
said.

"Just feeling lazy," he said.

"What are you playing?"

"Just trying to finish my season," he said while he carefully inspect his
team standing in the game. "I'm playing against Reed in the semi-final."

"I'm playing the computer," I said.

"That sucks, that is much easier. That's not fair," he complained.

"Not my fault, I'm just good." The video seeded the team like the real
game. The higher you are in the standing the easier your opponent.

He had his team setup and ready to play the next opponent in his
conference.

"Hey Matt, I'm bored. Does this count as watching football?" I said out of
nowhere as I sat down on my spot.

Matt had picked up some of my hints, "for you bud, it counts."

I found his inner thigh and gave it a few massage. He reclined a little to
get ready to play his match. I tried going in through the leg of his short
first but it was a little tight because of how he was sitting, so I went
for the most obvious option. I lifted the waistband of his shorts and took
a quick peek before I encircled the base of his cock with my fingers.

"I caught a big one," I joked.

"Enjoy," he said.

So I watched him play his match while I rubbed his now semi-hard cock
inside his shorts. I would move it from side to side so the head of his
cock would brush against his silky basketball shorts his favorite choice of
apparel when just hanging out in our room. It didn't take that long when he
scored his first touchdown and started celebrating like it was for
real. When he finally settled down and sat back on the recliner, my hand
also went back inside his shorts massaging his cock. A wet spot was forming
on his shorts. During the halftime of the his video game, I pulled his dick
out of his shorts and gave it slow strokes. Precum was now leaking from the
tip his cock. I dabbed my index finger on it and watch the sticky substance
form a string between the tip of his cock and my finger.

"Do you leak a lot?" I asked.

"I do. Squeeze it a little bit and more will come out," he said which I
did. More of his pre-ejaculate flowed out his cock.

"How was last night?"

"It was a bust," he said.

"It won't perform?" I joked.

"No, it won't," he replied.

"What got you horned up?"

"Our talk about my blue shirt," he answered sheepishly.

"You really wanted it stain again, don't you?"

"I wasn't thinking about it at first. I just like the shirt for some
reason. I was actually waiting for you to get some naughty idea after you
pointed it out."

"You said, you don't want to."

"As if it's going to stop you," he said.

"So you still want to stain it?" I asked.

He looked at me and said, "should we?"

I stood up and rummaged through his drawers and found a small unused jar of
Vaseline. He had taken the liking of using Vaseline after I used it on
him. When he saw what I was doing, he changed to his blue shirt. I sat back
on the recliner with the jar of Vaseline in hand. Matt was still standing
when he started the second half of his game. He moved in front of me still
facing the TV. Not wanting to miss his video game, he made a gesture of
pulling down his shorts. I leaned forward and reached for the waistband and
slowly pulled it down. First revealing his smooth round ass then his thighs
then I let the shorts fell down to his feet. Matt stepped out of his shorts
and went back to his recliner. He tried to recline once again but he was
having some trouble with the game.

"No need to rush. Go ahead play your game," I said. Matt when back to
upright position and concentrated on the game. I reached between his legs
and started spreading some lube all over his cock giving it a stroke from
the base to the head in one direction. That was enough to kept him excited
while he fiddled with the game controller. My stroking was only interrupted
when he scored touchdowns which he celebrated now by doing hip thrusts. He
finished the game and won his match.

He reclined all the way back and place his hands over his head. His leg
parted apart with one resting on my lap and said, "I'm ready for my
reward."

"Reward?"

"For winning my game."

It didn't even make sense but I just began stroking him full length like
before which seemed to work on him best then I heard him said, "hey bud,
can you use both hands?"

"Jeez, too demanding," I said. Having no choice but to comply, I lubed up
both of my hands and ran them down his shaft alternately until both of my
hands were gliding effortlessly. Matt, for some reason, was leaking a good
amount of precum.

"You're making a mess already," I said while dabbing my fingers on his
precum playing with it.

"Let it go for bit. I'll show you something," he said.

He tensed a little bit and more precum gushed out of his cock that was
lying on his stomach. I traced the sticky puddle and smeared it on his
stomach.

"Wow," I said.

"Something I learned I can do," he said. "You can check it out next time
you see me just playing with my dick. I sometimes just do it to relieve my
frustration before the game day."

"You don't even need lube after that."

"It's a little tiring though."

"Is that what you're doing when you take it out while we chatted before
bed?"

"Yeah," he said.

"I've been wondering how come you're just looking at it most of the time."

I noticed him twitching his cock up and down slapping his stomach. His way
of showing that he wanted some attention.

"Nice cock, buddy," a phrase that he had heard many times coming from me.

"You like?" was his normal response.

I wrapped my left hand close to the base and my right hand by the head of
his cock. Matt gave out a soft moan when he felt my hands going up and down
the shaft of his throbbing cock.

"It shouldn't take long. You got me going good already," he said.

I increased the pace while I twist my right hand when I get to the head of
his cock. Matt was grunting and asking me to keep on stroking him. The
twisting motion of my hand made the head of his cock sensitive which caused
him to raise his legs a little trying to fight the extra sensation.

"You OK?" I asked.

"Yeah, just keep going," he mumbled.

Every time my right hand touched the head of his cock he would lift his
legs followed by a deep "aaahhhh." He was now grabbing the arm rest of the
recliner. The extra sensation was too much for him that he could no longer
hold back.

"Buddy, I'm gonna cum," he said that's when I switched to normal up and
down stroke to allow him to relax a little bit. Not long after, I was
watching him spewing his strings of load all over his chest. I kept on
stroking until he came back down from his orgasm.

"You soaked that sucker," I said commenting about the mess he left on his
blue shirt.

He lifted his shirt to inspect it and said, "Yup, I did."

"When was the last time you nutted?"

"Three days ago," he said.

"You good?" I asked.

"Pretty good. I owe you one. Remind me when you want me to return the
favor."

"I'll keep that in mind," I said.

I grabbed his towel and wiped my hands clean then threw it to him. He took
of his shirt and also wiped himself clean. He picked his shorts on the
floor and put it back on. The relieved frustration from last night was
clearly shown on his smiling face.

"Matt, you wore me out. I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up when it's time
for dinner."

"Will do," he said then he went back to playing his video game.

Our free time before class started was gone in a moment. The campus was
again busy and bustling with young college kids trying get through this
important stage of their lives. High school gave some opportunities to
fail, to make some mistakes, and to learn some lessons. College on the
other hand was less forgiving, if you decided to pursue higher education,
it would prove costly if you fail. Some even had to give up because its too
much.

Matt and I finally got our routine back. Matt still had busier schedule
than me with his football drills. He made sure to join me as much as
possible working out in the public gym. He had taken the duty of making
sure that I was taking my protein supplements properly, and used some of
the training regiment he learned on me. My arms were first to show some
improvements. My arms were now sporting a slight permanent bend instead of
just hang straight down. Then my chest was next to developed which Matt for
some reason would punch when he saw me flexing them. My midsection was now
flat and tight, even though, it was still far from being riffed. I told
Matt I want to keep it that way.

Weekends was treasured. Since Matt had no games, his weekends were now open
for more revelries. It was truly the time when we felt we're invincible.

I had gone more accustom to my ROTC formation that I couldn't wait for my
summer base training. By the middle of the semester, Matt's team was
getting ready for the tryouts.

"You feeling extra excited today," I said while Matt's was laying on his
bed playing with his training helmet.

"Tryouts start tomorrow," he said.

"Isn't it too late in the week to start on Friday?" I asked.

"Nah, any day is fine."

"Sometimes I don't get your schedule."

"I don't ask," he replied. "So do you want me to stay away for a bit
tomorrow?' he added.

"Up to you, I'll have my alone time no matter what. You know me."

Matt had learned to give me some space on Friday. He did join me several
times, but he still asked my permission before he does. He knew I
designated it to be my special night because I chose not to do anything
crazy before the next morning's ROTC formation.

Friday night came, Matt was still out for the tryouts. The seat had been
reclined to the most comfortable position. Porn was playing on my laptop
laid on the other recliner. My clothes had been absent for most of the
night after taking my shower, and my uncut jewel was already hard waiting
for my attention. I slapped my cock on my stomach as if telling it to get
ready to perform. My right hand was already lube. I slapped my cock on my
palm before wrapping my hand around it. I worked the lube until the
slickness was to my liking. A big man on the video was giving a petite girl
some good pounding in a missionary position. The girl on scene was
squealing on every thrust was enough to get my attention. I stroked my cock
at the same pace as the man's thrusting. When the man on the video slowed
down, I slowed down. When he increased his speed, I increased my assault on
my raging hard dick. The first of the several gushes of precum of the night
oozed out of the tip of my cock making it glistened. The video was good,
but I was not yet ready to surrender my load. I waited for the scene to
wrapped up and proceeded to browse for another video. After some clicking
and scanning of the content, I again found something that interested
me. There seemed to be a common theme to what I was picking that night a
big man having his way with a smaller partner. Just a little bit passed an
hour of stroking, pulling and tugging my balls to loosen them up when I
heard the door clicked. I knew it was Matt, so I just continued on.

He walked in and immediately closed the door behind him. "Sup, bud?" he
said.

"Just having fun," I replied still looking at the porn playing on my laptop
stroking myself.

He moved closer to check on what I was watching. The size of the guy on the
video didn't escape him. "That's probably how it looks like when I pound
someone," he chuckled.

Knowing that I could not escape his chit chat, I just carry on the
conversation with him while stroking myself. He was still wearing his
soiled training uniform. "What up?" I asked.

"I'm beat. I didn't know we had a lot of people trying out. We even had
some folks from other schools not just incoming freshmen."

He sat down on the couch trying to get out of his football uniform. First
was his cleats then his pants revealing his jockstrap and groin
protector. In no time, his uniform was carefully piled in one spot of the
room to avoid dragging some of the mud and grass all over the place. He
removed his groin protector and sniffed it which made him grimaced. Not
sure why men do it even when we know something is going to smell bad.

"LOL," I said.

"The sweet man smell," he sad.

He was now sitting on the couch massaging his feet just wearing his
jockstrap oblivious of the fact that I was still stroking my cock in front
of him. He got up took off his jockstrap and wrap his towel around his
waist.

With his shower pail in hand he said, "I'm partying tonight."

"I thought you're tired a moment ago."

"Nah, it's just the usual. I'm huntin'," he said. That's what he said when
he's about to do some tomcat-ing.

"Good luck," I said.

I went back to watching the video to get my hardon back. About 30 minutes
later, he came back looking refresh. When he noticed that I was grunting
and moaning, he decided not to bother me anymore and just put on some
jeans, t-shirt and his hypnotic accessory, his varsity jacket.

"See you later, bud. Don't wear yourself too much. You have early day
tomorrow," he said on his way out.

After some more videos, the evidence of my night's self exploration was
splattered on my stomach and chest slowly dripping down my body. I laid
there playing with my bodily fluid tracing my finger around my belly
button. "What a nice way to relax for tomorrow," I said to myself.

My Saturdays had become more and more routine to me even with the new drill
sergeant. The new drill instructor had taken the duty from Sgt. Pinski as
the drill became more and more physically demanding. A much younger
sergeant who's hell bent on breaking us. We now start the day by running
around the campus before our regular marching drill. It used to be that we
avoid the general population as much as possible. The new instructor had a
different idea. He wanted some of our humiliation to be in plain sight. On
the hindsight, it helped us in accepting our place and be proud of
it. Shyness and shame have no place in the military he often mentioned. I
had no problem with it.

Saturday was also the part of the week when the campus stayed alive until
dawn. Parties never seemed to end. Keg party was the main destination. With
just five dollars in your pocket, you could drink all night which leave us
enough money for a trip to the diner after. An early breakfast was always a
welcome idea since the next day would be spent sleeping. For many students,
Sunday was the only day left to recharge before the cycle was repeated the
next week.

Coming from our own choice of watering hole, the gang was assembled in one
of the only two diners that was open for 24 hours. The placed was busy with
people coming in and out trying to get a quick bite before finally taking a
short hibernation. Some people were probably mad at us that we were taking
our sweet time. Tim, Mike and Ashley were busy debating how Charlton Heston
became a prominent figure of the conservative movement when he starred in
many thought provoking movies with liberal undertone while a clueless
expression was painted on Daisuke's face not knowing who they were talking
about. We were waiting for Matt to arrive before ordering our food. We were
on the verge of consuming all the all-you-can drink coffee in the diner
when he finally sent me a message saying only "be there in 30 minutes." His
hunt was probably successful tonight. We went ahead and ordered our usual
steak, eggs and hash-brown breakfast. Not long after, like many nights
before, Daisuke was admonishing Mike for mixing his eggs and ketchup until
it looked like something that came out someone's other end which never
failed to give us a few laughs no matter how old the joke had
became. Halfway through our meal Matt came in the diner looking for us. One
quick shout of his name over the other noisy occupants of diner was
enough. He sat right next to me and asked how everyone's night was. The
group was curious what took him so long to get there. I was about to spill
the beans when I felt him stepping on my foot. He said that Shawn was way
too drunk to drive.

"Which party did you go to?" Ashley asked Matt.

"It's the jock party. Invites only," Matt replied hesitantly. He was
clearly embarrassed.

"Even me was not allowed," I said.

"LOL, just like those frat lame-o party," Tim interjected.

"Hey now, I was also just an invitee. I didn't make the rules," Matt said
in defense.

"What do you guys do in those 'invites only' parties?" I asked.

"They probably hire a stripper," Tim said.

"OMG! A sex party," Ashley blurted out.

"It's just a regular party," Matt said. "Some guys just don't want everyone
showing up, They said that sometimes too many people show up if it was
open." he added.

"Where did you guys go?" Matt asked.

"Me and Dai went to see Mike's band," Ashley said.

"I went to Rich's apartment with Tim," I replied.

After a few more inquiries if anything exciting happened, Tim, Ashley and
Mike were back to talking about Charlton Heston with Daisuke still looking
lost. The conversation changed to what we should do tomorrow. It's the
middle of the semester and the weather was fine for some afternoon frisbee
fun in front of the library. It's was almost 4PM when we left the
diner. Matt and I walked into our room. By the way how my bed looked, it
was a witness to Matt's dirty work that night. He had done it before, but
his sheepish smile was his way of pointing it out.

"Matt, you should at least laundry my beddings tomorrow."

"Why? Except for that spot, it's mostly clean," he joked.

"For the life of me, why did I agree for you to have the top bunk."

"She wanted missionary. She said it feels more special," he said.

"I don't think it's the girl's fault Matt."

"Jeez, I'll laundry them tomorrow."

"And this one too," I said pointing at his used condom on his desk. He must
have forgotten to flush it down in the bathroom on his way out.

"That's doesn't look like your usual," I commented.

He grabbed it and when ahead to flush it down. He was back not a moment
later sporting a sheepish grin again on his face. "Well, it wasn't my first
of the night," he said.

"Freakin' horn-dawg."

Sunday came and the group was assembled by the front of the library playing
under the sun. The shadow of what was to come started its move in the
campus. A seemingly innocent sign that said "make love not war" with the
familiar hippie peace sign dominating most of it.