Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2012 10:19:01 -0800
From: Charles Wolfe <c.sportswolfe@gmail.com>
Subject: The Ultimate Man- Redemption Chapter 19

Hey everyone IM BACK!!! I know it's been a while but I just finished with
my finals so I hopefully will be able to get back to writing more. Where
were we? Oh yea Spring Break had just ended and life is about to fall back
into its normalcy. Let's see how that is working out for Chris.

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	I felt so beat. Even though Spring Break was supposed to be a time
to relax, it was a constant go go go. I'm not going to lie I had a ton of
fun but considering all that went on, I felt so drained. It didn't help too
much that Kyle entered back into my life, throwing off everything that I
had come to accept. I was just coming to terms with being alone for the
semester, having learned from my mistakes that I had made, and then he
reemerges, the white knight to help save me.

	The emotional drag that he had dealt to me, after the break had
ended and everything returned to normal; it was like a demolition's crew
had not only blown up my heart but my body as well only to turn around and
start construction on rebuilding my life. Lying on my bed on the Monday
morning before school started, I did not want to get up for anything. I
just wanted to lie in bed all day and not care at all.

	Rolling over to the bedside, I groaned painfully as every muscle
resisted the movement. Bryan and Zach had both moved from their beds and
were shuffling around the room, their activities making it hard to
sleep. Before too long, they left the room, returning a calming
silence. Grumbling as I started to move myself, I knew it was time to get
back to the grind of things. Getting out of my nice warm bed, I move around
the dorm in my boxers, the slow warmth of the spring air spiking my body.

	Shuffling over to my dresser, I grab some clothes out and, without
a care of how I looked, put on the most mismatched shirt and pants. Yawning
heavily, I looked at my desk at the stack of books. `This was not going to
be a fun week back', I thought to myself as I organized my stuff. After a
quick brush over my teeth, I left my hall and went to class halfheartedly.

	My first class back delivered a huge slap to my face, waking me up
to the stresses of upcoming papers and near instant tests. My Shakespearian
professor had delivered upon us a last minute paper, and while it was only
5 pages in length, we had to compare a play of Shakespeare to popular
culture. Even worse was my math class where we were going to have a test at
the end of the week. After Monday's classes had ended, I was in a worse
place than when I originally woke up.

	Moving back to my room, I knew that whether I liked it or not, I
needed to start back in on my studies. My only reprieve from studying came
from Frisbee. It didn't seem to last long though because as soon as it
ended, I was right back behind me desk fretting over papers and studying
for tests. It seemed like that entire week back worked in that manner,
almost a rinse wash repeat of classes. It didn't help much either that, on
one of my bored excursions, I discovered that much to my dismay, I hadn't
been doing as well in my classes as I had originally thought.

	When Thursday came around, things were really starting to pick up
their pace. Not only was the semester starting to come to a close, but
Frisbee was making its presence more known. Pike had given his
informational speech to us about how we needed to work hard this last game
and while the semester is coming to a close, so is Frisbee so we need to go
out with a bang. I did my best to pay attention but my mind was so focused
on my homework that, at times, I seemed to blank out and miss certain
sections. I did manage to catch the fact that we were playing at CSU Los
Angeles, the last campus that we needed to go against.

	Tossing the disk around with Andrew and Terry, I was so lost in my
own world. Spacing out from time to time, I was horrible on my pivots and
my grips were all off. Half of the disks seemed to flop over in the air,
their wobble so unpredictable that it was hard to read where the disk was
going to fly.

	Frustrated at myself for how practice was going, I tried to shut
out everything and focus on something, anything that could calm me down. He
came into my sight, his blond hair and glimmering eyes soothing my exposed
nerves but it only worked so much. I needed to hear his voice. I needed to
see him. Practice slowly increased with the thought of going against Kyle,
me imagining Kyle every time I played defense.

	That weekend I began to find my groove. After forcing myself to sit
down and plan out my papers, the words began to flow. Yea at times it still
felt like bullshit but at least something was getting done. I figured that
at the end of it, I could just have Bryan or Zach proofread it over and
give their two cents worth. As it was, Bryan was slowly becoming the
Grammar Nazi of the room and Zach the analytical one. Me, I was the idea
guy, brainstorming the most stupidest but logical ideas when none could be
thought of.

	When Monday rolled around again, I was feeling a whole lot better
than I had the previous week. Actually more so in a way as a few of my
papers had been done, especially the Shakespearian one. It may have been
stupid but I went the easy route and talked about how The Lion King related
to Hamlet and the similarities that other Disney movies had when it came to
old Shakespearian writings. It also allowed me to go back and watch The
Lion King, which allowed me to relearn the ever useful phrase of "Hakuna
Matata" With that movie came the relaxation that what will happen will
happen and to have no worries.

	As the week rolled on, I began to get more and more amped for the
tourney on Saturday, the thought of a break already needed. Also what grew
in intensity was my hunger for sex. It had been the longest time since I
had had sex and while jacking off was helping from time to time, it wasn't
really helping quench my thirst for an actual physical contact.

	Thursday night came around and while I had jacked off almost each
night, I still felt pent up. It was hard at times to do it because of Bryan
and Zach which only seemed to add to the frustration of sex. Moving through
my dorms entrance, I was getting itchy for the seclusion of my own time in
my room. When the elevator doors opened, I moved to step inside but ran
instead straight into Michael, our hurried movements not allowing us to
take notice of each other.

	Since Michael was a little bigger and broader than me, it was no
surprise that he pushed me back out of the elevator, the two of us
stumbling over each other as our steps fumble for footing. "Whoa! Hey
Michael." I sputter out as I regain my stance.

	Michael brushed off his shirt and looked at me apologetically. "Hey
sorry about that. I was actually just looking for you."

	`Now is really not that time Michael', I thought to myself as I
stood there with a growing boner. Such a buzzkill... "What's up?" I was in
a hurry to find seclusion and while I did not want to be mean, I really
didn't want to stay too long.

	Michael didn't seem to get the hint as he rubbed his arm, "We
haven't talked much lately and I just wanted to see how things were
going. See how you were doing and all..." He was trying to be friendly and
that only added to my guilt... Instant boner killer...

	Sighing heavily as I felt all the blood rush out of my cock, I
stood there unashamed as I rearranged myself in front of him. "To be honest
Michael, I am extremely horny. It's been the longest time since I've had
sex and while jacking off gets me by from time to time, it's not the same
as physical contact." Normal people might have blushed in such situations
but I didn't care at this point. I might as well unload on him my
frustrations and built-up sex drive.

	Michael coughed lightly as he tried to keep a straight
face. "Umm... wow... Don't really know what to say about that."

	Sneering at him I give him the eye. "Shut up. You have Skyler so
you can have sex whenever. With Kyle it's different, we are just starting
out and I don't want to fuck things up but god I just... it's annoying." I
try not to imagine who is top and who is bottom in Michael's relationship
but images of Skyler sucking off Michael start to flash through my
head. Shaking it to erase them like an etch-a-sketch, I focus back on
Michael, his lips looking very red and lush.

	Michael did his best not to grumble at the mention of Kyle, instead
focusing on the reality of my situation. "You know what you are going
Chris. You know you don't want to screw things up but this is a test of
your convictions. Like you realized, I also strongly advise against it."

	Not what I wanted to hear but I didn't portray that. "Besides Pike,
which I really wish I could forget, I haven't had sex all semester." I
almost felt like I was pleading at that moment for something, anything.

	Michael brought me back down to earth that instant, a verbal slap
striking my thought process. "Really Chris? Are you really that desperate
for sex? There are guys out there that have gone A WHOLE LOT longer than a
measly four months. Get a grip on your dick, not physically though. Come on
Chris." That was a burn that I needed, though it was a little intense. "I'm
sorry, that was a little harsh."

	"Nah, I needed it. I'm sorry for unloading this on you." This was
starting to get a little awkward for me, my wanting to have sex starting to
cloud my judgment over everything. I needed to get alone before I do
something stupid. "I need to get back to my room. I'll talk with you later
ok?"

	Michael shook hands with me and as he parted, spoke, "Stay strong
Chris. And PLEASE do not do anything stupid."

*****

	Nude images of Kyle ran back and forth across my mind. His crafted
body seemingly perfect in my mind, not a single flaw visible through my
eyes. His finely tuned body: the abs so carved out that they almost seems
washboard status. The glimmer of his eyes as he smiles out to me mutely
calling me over to him.

	I felt like I was in third person at this point, watching my body
get pleasured by him, his lips curving around my cock as he starts to apply
suction to it. It was almost a tease for me, the ability to watch myself
get off without actually being able to enjoy such a time. I could even hear
myself moan out his name a few times as he clawed his hands all over my
body, etching in the lines of his fingers into erratic tribal designs.

	The warm juice of my spunk flew out over my body, drenching my
chest in the white viscous liquid.  Flicking my eyes open, I look down my
body to see a nice puddle swelling together, the gooey substance clustering
into a nice stringy fashion. "Come on..." I mutter out loud, slamming my
head against the pillow in the process. I don't know which is worse, the
fact that I erotically dreamt about him or that it such a short scene that
I didn't get to actually enjoy it as much as I had wanted to.

	Hearing a cough out to my side, my eyes grow wide as I hear Bryan
cough out, "Dreaming about Kyle?" It is late in the night, later than I had
realized it to be. Both him and Zach were in their respective beds, though
apparently Bryan had woken up because of me.

	Tasting the annoyance in my mouth, I mutter out. "Yea... did I wake
you?" I move to find my clothes in my bed, the boxers lying near my
feet. Even though we are all guys and that I knew they slept nude from time
to time, it still felt awkward at times just walking, or sleeping full
monty in front of them. This was one of those moments that I wished I
hadn't slept nude.

	Bryan rolls over to look at the window, allowing me to move around
my bed. "You were kind of calling out Kyle's name..."

	If the lights had been on, I would have been flush with
embarrassment. Grabbing my boxers and putting them on, I move down to the
floor and towards my dresser. "Really? I am so sorry." First I was startled
that Bryan heard me having a sex dream, and now I am embarrassed that he
heard that it was Kyle. I didn't know what to say.

	As I gather my toiletries to go clean myself, Bryan chuckles out,
"You weren't the most subtle about it... I'm kinda surprised Zach isn't
awake right now..." I couldn't respond so I just left, mortified that I had
just done that with them right there.

*****

	When Friday finally came around, I knew I needed to talk with
Kyle. Sending him a text early in the morning, I made it short and simple:
"Wanna hang out later?" I didn't expect him to get back any time soon so I
just put away my phone and focused on my classes, periodically checking it
from time to time.

	Around noon he got back to me, a simple reply to my simple request:
"I have practice till5 but after sure."

	The rest of the day seemed to drag on. My last class took FOREVER
and when it was finally over time seemed to slow down even more, each
subsequent hour seemingly two hours long. When 5 rolled around, I was antsy
to see Kyle and do something... anything.

	5:15 came around and impatience had overcome me. Thankfully he
managed to text me at 5:20 letting me know he was on his way over. Not even
waiting in my room anymore, I moved down to the lobby till he arrived. 5:30
he finally arrived. Opening the door to get into his car, I just buckle and
sit down.

	Kyle pulls out of the campus and, without me saying anything, just
starts driving in some random direction. Raising my eyebrow to him, I
ponder out loud, "So... where are we going?"

	Kyle, mischievously smiling at me, merely comments, "I'm date
jacking you. I can't tell you or it will ruin the surprise."

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Date jacking? I'm sure Chris wasn't expecting this when he wanted to hang
out with Kyle... I wonder where all Kyle will take him... Any thoughts?

I hope you enjoyed it and I wish you well on your holidays.