Date: Fri, 18 May 2012 13:05:50 +0100
From: Charles Wolfe <c.sportswolfe@gmail.com>
Subject: The Ultimate Man- Chapter 17

Hey guys, after that intensely HOT chapter, it is time that we get back
into the normal roll of things right? Maybe...


      Tuesday started off to be a drag.  After bio and communications, I
hung out with Michael in the library, not doing much besides studying. We
did our best to focus on the studies but didn't last long, turning our
focus to each other instead. I blame him first, the rubbing of his leg
against mine, first the lower leg before moving up to my crotch.

      Squirming in my chair, Michael pulls back, noticing a few others
looking at my wiggles before heading back in, this time with his shoe
off. His toes fooled around with my rising partner, them tickling it to
submission, me moving in further to get the massage. Speaking softly, I
murmur to him, "You know, this is kind of voiding the whole constitution
thing... I think there was something in there about studies."

      Michael, having kicked off his other shoe, wraps both feet around my
pole, each toe vying for the top spot. "The constitution was bullshit and
you know it." The glint in his eye was sexy, a deep seductive gaze piercing
into me.

      Coughing as he pushes in on my groin, I jump a little before settling
back down grabbing his feet and massaging them, giving my cock a
break. "Well most of it was yes, but the underlying issues are all
there. However," as Michael works his feet out of my hands and back to my
legs, rubbing them one then the other, "I am sure we can work some things
out now if you want to."

      I start packing up my books and papers quickly, moving away from the
table while trying to not have my tent be too noticeable. Michael follows
suit and stuffs his items away, following me out the door. He grabs my ass
occasionally as we walk, but I am bee-lining it out, hoping to get out
before my pants get cracked from the pre-cum.

      He lays off of me as we stroll over to his room, hoping that Bryson
is out doing whatever he normally does in the afternoon. Busting into the
room, Michael stumbles forth, me falling after him onto the floor, giggling
about how stupid we look. Our fit ends in an instant as Bryson drops his
book, giving us a cold stare. Not even needing to say anything, he just
looks at us, focusing first on Michael then me.

      Quickly moving to our feet, I brush off my pants as Michael moves a
few steps away from me. "Hey Bryson, I didn't think you would be
here. Sorry about that."

      "Whatever. Please don't do what I think you were going to do right
now. I am studying right now so go somewhere else." Bryson moves back to
his book, pulling it up to his chest as he rests on his bed.

      Not to be a mood killer, I pull Michael out the hall, shutting the
door slightly behind me. "Hey well since your room is off limits, mine is
as well, what about the showers? And then after that, dinner and a movie?"
Pressing him up against the wall, I move in close and connect our bodies as
a passerby strolls by. The guy looks awkwardly at us, not sure if to be
happy for us or not.

      Michael pecks my lips, "A shower does sound nice. Let me get my towel
real fast, as well as one for you." Michael ducks back into his room,
emerging a few seconds later with two red towels in hand. His soap and
shampoo are wrapped up inside his towel as he hands me mine. "You should
have seen Bryson in there; he rolled his eyes when he noticed me go for the
towels. Didn't have to say anything, he just knew. Still, his expression
was worth it."

      We both head down to his shower; thankfully no one was there as it
was still early in the day. I strip down first, tossing my clothes on the
bench outside the curtain. Michael follows me in, revealing his body in the
process.

      Our sex session, if you wanna call it that, is something more sweet
than erotic. After Sunday night, both our libido's were satisfied enough to
last a while. The whole library incident was more of a playful jolt,
Michael arousing me to see how far he could go before I put on the
brakes. I turned the tables on him by going to Bryson's room and apparently
he wanted more so I gave in.

      Michael enters into the shower stall with me, his mast rising up to
greet me as we embrace each other. The warm water flows down our necks as
our skin connects, forcing the flow to seek alternative routes down our
bodies. We hadn't really had much of a chance to kiss passionately in the
past day so the shower seemed like a perfect place to do it.

      Taking the soap from the bracket, I move the bar across his body,
running circles around his back. Sliding it between his checks, I grab it
from the underside, pushing it up the front of his body. "Instead of sex,
how about we take pleasure in making sure every spot is clean. Think of it
as a full body inspection." I wink at him as the bar moves up to his chest.

      Michael grabs the shampoo and releases a little of the liquid, the
foams up my hair. "That actually sounds kinda fun." Taking some of the
froth, he works my underarms, cleaning the strands of pit hair on each
arm. Taking more bubbles from my head, he scrubs my ass, etching a line
across my crack.

      Switching positions, I pass him the soap as he starts to lather my
body up. The rinse of the water sends the suds down our bodies, gathering
at our feet to make a head of white over our toes. Grabbing the bottle, I
squeeze a little out then move to his hair. Running lines back, I claw his
scalp, gripping him close as he pumps my cock. "Oh god, that feels great."

      Michael snickers, "Just making sure that it is clean." He then moves
down my body, fluffing up my legs with the bar. Working each leg, his mouth
wraps around my cock and sucks for a few seconds. I press back against the
wall, letting him continue. Giving a little bit of an orgasm denial, he
releases the hold over me, slithering back up my body, kissing each rib in
the process. "Yea I think you're clean now."

      "You are so mean." I laugh a little to him as we make sure that all
the soap has cleaned off each other. Standing under the water for a few
seconds, we take in each other's bodies; Michaels muscular rugby body, the
built shoulders, toned chest, massive thighs, gripping arms, and my toned
physique, a noticeable 6 pack chest, decent arms to throw some wicked
disks, and slender legs, allowing for a quick sprint.

      Grabbing the towels, we dry each other off, our towels running over
the other's body. I work at his hair, soaking up every drop of water that I
can while he runs across my chest, working down to my groin. My cock is
still a little hard, still hanging on for some greeting but the most it
gets is a rub to make sure that it is dry.

      Before long we are heading out to the movies, me still in the same
clothes as earlier. The Muppets had just come out last week and I had
wanted to see it from the previews. Michael showed the same interest,
having been a long Kermit the Frog fan. We both got some kicks out of it,
Jason Segel doing a great job acting and singing throughout the movie.

      We got back to campus around 8 at night, having grabbed dinner at a
quick fast food joint. Being college students, we only got what we could
afford; not wanting to spend too much with the holiday's approaching. We
both wanted to sleep with each other that night, but with Bryson focusing
so much on his studies, we decided my room was a better option. Checking
with Bryan and Zach first to make sure that it was alright, we called it an
early night, hoping to get early food the following morning at the dining
hall.

      To keep the guys on my better side, Michael and I didn't have some
massive make out scene, just a few kisses on the lips before dozing off in
front of each other.

*****

      Wednesday was a great start, waking up to Michael sleeping opposite
from me. The other two were still asleep in their beds and to continue with
that, I did my best to wake Michael as gently as possible. A slight flutter
was all that was needed to post a smile on his face. It may have been a
droopy one but it was still cute to see so early in the morning. "Hey
sexy."

      Placing my finger to his lips, I nodded over to the other two guys,
"They are still sleeping. Let's go get some food before heading off to
class." Softly pulling back the sheets, I reveal our hardened bodies, our
lower sections wanting some action. "As much as I would love to help you
out, we can't really do it here, not in front of them." Rearranging myself,
I climb quietly out of my bed and to the floor. Tossing him his pants, I
move to my drawers to get a fresh pair out for me.

	English was an easy class, Michael moving a little closer to me in
the seating arrangement. A few of the students took notice of the change,
not so much of his attraction to me but more of him disrupting the natural
flow of students that had been in place all semester. Mrs. Steiner took
notice of this as well, not saying anything blatantly obvious but she did
give me a slight glance, wondering if the change was for me. As she wrapped
up the class, she did call me forward to talk; her suspicion confirmed when
Michael stood by the open door.

	"Looks like you have a little arm candy there." I blush as I move
up towards her. "That's not what I was going to talk with you about
though. It is cute however." Mrs. Steiner gathers her bag together, moving
all the papers to their respective folders. Shifting her focus between me
and her packing up she continued, "If you don't mind me asking, what are
your plans for majors, or do you already have one?"

	Swallowing hard, I hadn't expected to have this kind of a talk
right after class. I had not really thought of what I wanted to major in,
thinking business or something easy. "Umm... well I had not really thought
of it. As of right now I am undeclared. I do need to look into something
though."

	Steiner finished packing up then places her briefcase on the desk,
"Well it is a little late in the semester to influence what classes you are
taking next semester but if you want to come by my office next semester, I
would like to see if you are interested in looking into English as a major
for you. Just a thought to plant." She moves around the desk before walking
out with me.

	"I'll think about it. I need to sort something out soon." I comment
as I meet up with Michael. He has moved down to the stairs, wanting to give
me a little speaking room. Steiner notices him still waiting but doesn't
say anything.

	"Well just think about it." She smiles out to me as she walks the
other way, the stroll of her body creating a path through the students.

	Michael and I were not able to hang out that much later; statistics
revealing a mini test come Friday that I needed to study for and history
telling of one come next Wednesday, though that was going to be more of a
review.

	Thursday came around with the notice of another test/review in
Biology. Making the mental note to study with Zach, I looked forward to
ending the class as soon as I could. Science was never going to be my high
point so I could immediately rule that out as a major for me.

	Communications was simple, some student in the class trying to
persuade their position to the students. It was the last of few speeches
that needed to be made, mine already have been done early on just to get it
over with.

	Practice was a bag of mixed emotions, some of us getting pumped up
for the tournament in two days, me not so much. Pike took notice of my
inattentiveness and choose to work with me on some of the drills. During
the starting throwing passes, Pike immediately called me out on what was on
my mind, "It's about Kyle isn't it?"

	Dropping the disk into a forehand grip, I fling the Frisbee over to
him, commenting in the process. Sighing out, "Yea, I am not looking forward
to seeing him again. I'm still hurt over what he did."

	Tossing me a hammer, the disk flops upside down into my hands,
having formed a perfect arch from Pike, "Have you even talked with him
since the breakup?"

	Pivoting to the left then right, I perfect my forehand again, "He
has sent me a few texts but I didn't respond to any of them. I don't want
to deal with him to be honest."

	The disk flies a bit high for Pike, forcing him to jump a little to
catch it. "Well, I am not going to tell you how to run your life but you
might want to attempt to talk with him. At least hear out what he has to
say."

	The rest of practice is spent playing a few scrimmage games, some
gut pass drills, and an L line drill. I didn't talk too much, most of my
energy spent thinking about how to talk with Kyle. Every second I spent on
him though, the image of him cheating kept coming back. It complicated
issues further, making me think of any other times he may of seen other
guys, and then what all he has done after we split ways.

	Friday rolled around on a sour note, me waking up on the wrong side
of the bed. Michael had tried to kiss me early on, but I pushed him off,
hurting him a little. "I'm sorry. It's not you. My mind is preoccupied with
Kyle."

	We are eating at the local café on campus, each of us eating a
bagel and drinking coffee. "Did he try to talk with you again?" Moving his
hand from the warm coffee, the tender touch of skin feels good against my
fingers. "You really should talk with him."

	"Pike said the same thing yesterday. I want to but every time I
think of him, I imagine him with other guys. I know I will be seeing him
tomorrow so I am doing my best to prep seeing him." I stare out over the
campus before turning back to Michael. There is a flame in my eyes that
burns with rage, slowly getting snuffed out with the pings of pain.

	"Just don't do anything rash. Please." Michael pleads with me, as
if I am going to blow up on Kyle.

	"I will do my best, it's not like I am going to kill him." A weak
grin creases my lips, the thought suddenly sounding very appealing to me.

	English was a simple wrap up of the week, Mrs. Steiner telling us
of the last few days and the review coming on Wednesday. Statistics was a
little harder, me passing the mini-test, just barely though. Apparently I
had some studying to do.

*****

	Tournament day. I don't know how to describe my feelings of the
day. My run with Peter was a simple one, only a lap around the
campus. Apparently, and I didn't know this, the diameter of Long Beach
State was just over 3 miles. Peter had a game later in the day that he had
to play so it was going to be a simple run.

	Throughout the run, he noticed my agitation, my impatience over the
lights, my lack of talking. "You alright there?"  Huffing past the library,
I cough out, "Yea, just thinking. I'm going to be seeing an ex later. We
haven't talked since our breakup."

	"Do you want to talk about it?" Peter pulls back his hoodie,
revealing the slick hair of his. I really don't know how he gets it so
glossy so fast.  The look in his eyes tells that he is a friend to talk
with, but I don't know if I want to open up to him that much. I go for it
though.

	"I am trying to figure out the best way to compete against him
without blowing up on him. He's made a few attempts to talk with me, all
via text though, so in a way it is partly my fault for getting into this
situation." Turning onto 7th street, we make our way to East Campus Road
before turning up.

	"Yea you got yourself into a jam then." Peter comments, running a
few steps to my side.

	"Thanks Sherlock." I mutter, light sarcasm showing in it.

	"Well, before the game starts, I would suggest talking it over,
maybe work out something?" Peter tries to lay out options for me, doing his
best to help my predicament.

	As the run continues we, thankfully, switch over to his game,
talking about who he is going against. Apparently Hawaii has traveled out
to play against him, though he seems unfazed by their impending showdown.

	When the run had concluded, we wished each other luck, us both
parting our separate ways. Bryan and Zach were up moving around when I got
into the room and before 30 minutes had passed we were on the road with
Andrew heading to Northridge.

	Getting to Northridge was an easy trip, the freeways thankfully
smooth, one of the few times to actually have it happen. Entering onto the
field, finally our first outdoor tournament of the season, it was nippy
further away from the beach. Unlike Long Beach, which had a massive playing
field, Northridge seemed a whole lot smaller, only two playing courts set
up on the grass between the baseball field and swimming pool. Most of the
guys that were there were still bundled up in jackets and jogging pants.

	Our first game started at 10, rivaling against CSU Los Angeles. I
was on the starting team, playing as part of the beginning 7. Outdoor games
are not that much different than indoor, just a larger field and a 10
second stall count instead of 8. The main issue that we needed to focus on
was the wind blowing over the canyons into the valley. I played well for
the first game since my cast came off, scoring a few shots to Pike, Andrew
and Zach off my right arm.

	My focus was interrupted however about 10 minutes into the game
when I noticed a murmur flow through the crowd watching. The current score
was standing 4 to 1 our lead. Looking out to the onlookers, my eyes
immediately focused onto a face, his blond hair longer than I had last seen
it. However his ocean blue eyes were still recognizable through the
strands. Pike too noticed him, flinging the disk in the process. "Focus on
the game Chris; you can deal with him later."

	The embers in my chest burst back to light as I got closer. Kyle
stood there with his team, them checking out our play. Glancing beyond Kyle
I noticed that Steven was not there, a slight smirk erupting off my
face. `I wonder where his lover is.' I spitefully think to myself as I mark
one of the LA players.

	I did my best to focus on the game, but my aggression started to
show as I got a little too close to the player a few times. He began to
notice it after a while, giving me a warning that he might start calling
fouls on me. I brushed off his threats as the disk turned hands, heading
back towards their end zone. Staying as far as I could from Kyle, I worked
my circles, staying out of any single lane for too long.

	Pike threw me the disk, running down along me, yelling to pass it
over to Rachel who was open in the end zone. My attention was diverted when
I noticed someone approach Kyle, wrapping his arm over Kyle's shoulder. My
fire burst to life when their hands interlaced, the fingers greeting each
other in the same manner that I used to do with him. Sarah is shouting from
the sideline to pass the disk, the LA player stall counting me at 7, 8.

      I quickly look for an open pass, seeing Bryan off in the end zone. It
will be a tight pass but I go for it anyways, throwing a hammer over the
player, hoping it will fly to Bryan alright. The wind however has second
thoughts over letting it soar, instead pushing it off to the side a little,
enough to make it touch the ground.

      My player runs off, leaving me standing cold and alone. Kyle's man,
whoever he is, has moved to rest his head on Kyle's shoulder, whispering
something into his ear, looking straight at me. Pike runs up to me,
growling to me, "Don't focus on him Chris. Get to your guy!"

      Snapping out of my blunder, I sprint towards my player, noticing that
he is wide open to receive the disk. He is standing near the Fullerton
team, close to where his handler is pivoting around. The handler notices my
mark open and attempts to toss it to him but I intercept the disk,
recovering enough to get the disk to Tyler in the end zone. Fire flares out
of my eyes as the group claps around us. I direct my eyes to Kyle, hoping
he would shrink at my sight.

      Pike moves me down to the other end, "Keep your head on straight. We
need this win." The rest of the game is smooth, Kyle thankfully
disappearing into the group, another lost face in the onlookers. Fullerton,
my guess at least, has gone to start practicing for their upcoming game. In
the end we win a solid game, our lead being 7 to 4.

      Moving off the field to cool down, we make our way to the edge,
resting near the tennis courts. Pike does a recap of the game, pointing out
our strengths and weaknesses, and then pulls me aside. "Look, Chris get
your act together. We are going against Fullerton in 10 minutes. Think you
can play against Kyle or do I need to bench you?"

      Ally has just arrived, moving up to the two of us, unaware of the
situation at hand. "I'm fine. I could care less about the little prick."
Turning to Ally, I glare at her, "Did you know he was seeing someone?"

      Ally, totally caught off guard at my sudden attack, is saved by
Pike. "Yea, you really don't care about him." Sarcasm is evident in his
words.

      Ally hugs Pike, kissing him on the lips before focusing on me. "Nice
to see you too Chris. And no, I didn't. Even if I had, what difference
would it have made for you?" She has me there, not able to respond back to
her. "How was the first game?"

      Pike looks at her, then to me, "We won but Chris was a little
distracted. I am debating whether or not to bench him for the next game. We
are going against Fullerton."

      Ally breaks off from Pike then pulls me aside. "Look, you need to
sort out Kyle right now, as in before the game starts. Now swallow your
pride and go talk with him." She points her hand in the direction of where
Fullerton are residing. "Go."

      Glaring at her, I grab my jacket and then start to walk over. Every
step I take towards him brings me closer to looking at him. Reaching their
little circle, Ellie notices me first, her hair now changed to a wintery
color, black with a silver shine flowing through it. "Umm, hey Chris what
brings you to this side of the field?"

      Swallowing hard, the saliva feels like sand as my mouth goes
dry. Opening it up, I hoarsely ask, "Is Kyle around here? I need to talk
with him." I look around for the little shit, but he is not to be seen.

      "I think he has gone to use the toilet, he should be back shortly. If
you want to stay around you can." Ellie tries her best to make it
welcoming, knowing of the friction between Kyle and me.

      "Nah I am alright. Thanks though. Just tell him I came to look for
him if you could." Annoyance shows on my face as I turn, heading back to my
team. With every step I take my frustration pounds into the ground. Pushing
through the cluster of people, I attempt to reach my teammates, hoping to
avoid Kyle if possible.  I abruptly push into a shoulder, erupting a
"Sorry" from the person. Looking to see who it is, I notice the shoulder is
attached to Kyle, standing in with a few other guys from some team. "There
you are. We need to talk." I grab him by the arm and try to pull him off to
a side.

      Kyle breaks me off, ripping my hand from his arm. "First off, don't
grab me like that. Second off, I tried to talk. You never responded. Third
off, you really want to do this here?" The question is followed by a slight
laugh, as if asking if I had the balls to call him out in public.

      My voice rises at him, anger starting to flow into my words, "Yea
here is a great place to do it. You hurt me. You must be dumb as fuck to
think that I didn't want to respond. I wanted to, I wanted to tell you how
much it hurt to see you with your roommate, how much it hurt to think that
you were seeing other guys when I was holding out for you. I TRUSTED you!"

      Kyle's eyes go wide, not expecting me to blow up at him. "I didn't go
around on you! We never had anything set; you never took the next step."
Instead of cowering, Kyle apparently has decided to go on the offensive,
calling me out even more.

      Laughing out crazily, "Never took the next step? That's why I had
come to see you! To take the next step you dick. Apparently it didn't take
you long to move on either, having another guy at your arm. Makes me wonder
what happened to your roommate, is he not good enough for you as well?" I
burn into him, a storm brewing from my eyes.

      "Steven? After you blew up at me, we went our separate ways. I made a
mistake and I tried to talk to you about it but you were too pissed off at
me to see past my mistakes. As it is, he isn't my roommate anymore, or on
the team. Leon and I met a few weeks ago during a protest on budget cuts."

      "Glad to see you're happy. I hope he takes care of you, at least more
than I could." My face twitches from the anger flowing through it.

      "What's that supposed to mean?" Kyle moves in close to me. "You
actually think I didn't care about you?"

      "As I remember you saying, all we did was have sex. Those were your
words right? Well hopefully Lionel" "Leon" Kyle interjects
defensively. "Whatever, I hope he gives you more than just sex. You could
use some humanity tossed into you." My anger seethes over to him. We have
gathered a slight group, Pike and Ally emerging behind me without my
knowledge.

      Kyle snorts, "At least I am rebuilding mine. You seemed to have lost
all of yours."

      That was the last straw. My arm flies out, fisted fingers connecting
to his cheek, sending him flying to the ground. I start to move into him,
my "loss of humanity" taking over me, rage filling over me. Pike rushes in,
grabbing my shoulders before I can place another blow.

      I struggle out from him but he morphs into a bear grip, wrapping his
arms around mine interlacing together at my chest. My bucking makes it hard
at first but he eventually gets the upper hand, restricting all movement
except to my legs. Dragging me over to our group, Pike rips open on me,
"You're out for the tournament! I can't let you play now at all Chris. Damn
it! You just had to punch him! You couldn't hold yourself together, be the
better man."

      I look back over to Kyle, the group moving in to help him as if he is
the injured party. Please, he's alright. My attention is slapped back as
Ally takes my face into her grip. "You and I are leaving now. Get your shit
and get in the car." Her grip on my chin is rough, her release no
gentler. As I gather my stuff together, Pike moves into Ally, hugging her.

      Moving over to her car, I cross my arms, the fire dying down
slowly. Propping open the trunk, Ally motions for me to put in my stuff
then moves to the driver's door. Our ride back is complete silence, me
reflecting on what I did, a slight satisfaction in my release. Ally is none
too happy about having to leave, her driving slightly erratic.


Hey guys, I am not able to send out the notification emails as I normally
have as things are picking up for me. The next two weeks I will be a little
busy so the stories will instead be posted on the 24th (Chapter 18) and the
31st (Chapter 19). After that the next chapter will most likely be posted
on the 5th or 6th.

I hope that you enjoy the coming chapters and if you do send any emails to
me I will still gladly respond back to them. It is nice to hear what you
think of the plot, how it is developing and what suggestions / comment /
concerns you might have for the future.