Ok,just send me a check for a billion dollars and I'll continue... : )
Seriously, tho I have a couple more chapters but I'm waiting.
Native American first exposure to college wrestling
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Seriously, tho I have a couple more chapters but I'm waiting.
With so much to keep in mind, Skye had momentarily forgotten about Kirk's comment when they'd undressed before practice, but as he walked toward the shower, slightly shy but determined at this point to face his discomfort head on by walking naked, he heard the locus of the hooting shift from the shower room itself to his direction, like a radar pinpointing its target.
"Hey, Skye!" called out Kirk. "Finally made it, huh?"
"Whoa!" called out a guy from the steam recesses of the room. Skye could not tell who it was, though he did not think it one of the three guys he'd just been chatting with. "Hoooooooly FUUUUUCK! I thought I was the biggest dude on the team, but now I don't think so." Half a score of wresters turned at this, but the only turning Skye did was turning a shade of reddish brown as they stared at his genitals. "Part bull, I have to say," continued the voice. "Congrats, man! I hope lots of girls get to enjoy that, if they haven't already." As time stopped yet again and as at that moment the billowing steam clouds seemed to rise up to give a clear view, Skye saw the showering athletes looking at his body in the most natural way possible: just athletes assessing another guy's body as all men do. Skye himself mirrored their actions and looked around at the cocks and balls of his teammates. As might be expected, there was a huge variety. Some little stubby penises poked out of nests of hair, with tight, high testicles. Others seemed very slender as they swayed with the motion of the shower scrubbing, some looked like thick slabs of meat atop low hanging fruit. Many, not unexpectedly were just average flaccid cocks over average-sized balls. A couple of guys did stand out, however. It was clear to Skye that the guy who'd called out to him was standing three shower heads away. His massively thick cock and overly generous balls easily pinpointed him as the biggest cock man on the team... but then Skye understood. Even though this fellow's equipment was impressive, it wasn't up to the standards of that life had gifted Skye between his own legs. Having told Kirk he'd never seen another guy naked, Skye was getting an instant education. His penis, even in its flaccid state, was as thick as a wrist, and the corona of the head offered a notable ridge, almost like a model version of some cliff with an overhang. His own balls--the testicles he'd had to house in his one pair of briefs for several years--hung almost at least a third of the way down his thighs and if he even turned his head, his balls swayed as if in a breeze.
The other thing he noticed simultaneously was the one guy whose penis was fully erect, curved up in an arc, reaching to his belly button. Skye was shocked for a moment but then remembered that Kirk had mentioned Brian, who got a hard on every day and finally gave up on trying to hide it. Only on the edge of consciousness did Skye notice a slight feeling of envy, not at the fact that his own cock wasn't as impressive as Brian's, but rather at the ease with which a college-age guy could sport an erection and not make a big deal of it.
Skye felt like this was the make-or-break moment. What should he do, now that he realized his equipment dwarfed most of his teammates'? For although he knew the stories of the Rez in terms of bragging rights for hunting victories centuries back, such boasts had no place on the modern Rez, and indeed, one struggle his friends and family had to endure was keeping their pride. He sensed that bragging would be outdated.. or at least serious bragging would be. And from somewhere in his ancestral memory, he recalled the stories of the Trickster Coyote, who used humor to gain advantage.
In a voice he himself hardly knew, he quipped, "Well, you're in luck! I brought all the girls who've enjoyed this meat into our locker room. They're just around the corner. Girls? GIRLS?!" He turned, peered around the wall, and turned back to the guys who didn't know what to make of this. "Huh. I guess they got scared and left. Maybe too much cock even for them!"
"Awwwwwwhhhhhhhh," a ground swell of male voice rose from baritone to alto and then the laughter started. "Fuckin A! Nice comeback! Yeah, next time make sure the girls are here before you start swaggering, asshole! I guess you're a big dick in more ways that one!" Skye felt a deluge of emotional warmth that literally caused him to take a step back. He had never, ever had this kind of response from a group of guys. Clearly, he had scored. He started toward the nearest shower head, but then, as smoothly as a cat, passed it and took the one next to the guy who'd started the whole marvelous affair. Skye looked at him, and the fellow said, "Nice one, man. I'm Peter." And again a handshake with a naked guy, but this time it seemed perfectly natural.
"Hey, Skye!" called out Kirk. "Finally made it, huh?"
"Whoa!" called out a guy from the steam recesses of the room. Skye could not tell who it was, though he did not think it one of the three guys he'd just been chatting with. "Hoooooooly FUUUUUCK! I thought I was the biggest dude on the team, but now I don't think so." Half a score of wresters turned at this, but the only turning Skye did was turning a shade of reddish brown as they stared at his genitals. "Part bull, I have to say," continued the voice. "Congrats, man! I hope lots of girls get to enjoy that, if they haven't already." As time stopped yet again and as at that moment the billowing steam clouds seemed to rise up to give a clear view, Skye saw the showering athletes looking at his body in the most natural way possible: just athletes assessing another guy's body as all men do. Skye himself mirrored their actions and looked around at the cocks and balls of his teammates. As might be expected, there was a huge variety. Some little stubby penises poked out of nests of hair, with tight, high testicles. Others seemed very slender as they swayed with the motion of the shower scrubbing, some looked like thick slabs of meat atop low hanging fruit. Many, not unexpectedly were just average flaccid cocks over average-sized balls. A couple of guys did stand out, however. It was clear to Skye that the guy who'd called out to him was standing three shower heads away. His massively thick cock and overly generous balls easily pinpointed him as the biggest cock man on the team... but then Skye understood. Even though this fellow's equipment was impressive, it wasn't up to the standards of that life had gifted Skye between his own legs. Having told Kirk he'd never seen another guy naked, Skye was getting an instant education. His penis, even in its flaccid state, was as thick as a wrist, and the corona of the head offered a notable ridge, almost like a model version of some cliff with an overhang. His own balls--the testicles he'd had to house in his one pair of briefs for several years--hung almost at least a third of the way down his thighs and if he even turned his head, his balls swayed as if in a breeze.
The other thing he noticed simultaneously was the one guy whose penis was fully erect, curved up in an arc, reaching to his belly button. Skye was shocked for a moment but then remembered that Kirk had mentioned Brian, who got a hard on every day and finally gave up on trying to hide it. Only on the edge of consciousness did Skye notice a slight feeling of envy, not at the fact that his own cock wasn't as impressive as Brian's, but rather at the ease with which a college-age guy could sport an erection and not make a big deal of it.
Skye felt like this was the make-or-break moment. What should he do, now that he realized his equipment dwarfed most of his teammates'? For although he knew the stories of the Rez in terms of bragging rights for hunting victories centuries back, such boasts had no place on the modern Rez, and indeed, one struggle his friends and family had to endure was keeping their pride. He sensed that bragging would be outdated.. or at least serious bragging would be. And from somewhere in his ancestral memory, he recalled the stories of the Trickster Coyote, who used humor to gain advantage.
In a voice he himself hardly knew, he quipped, "Well, you're in luck! I brought all the girls who've enjoyed this meat into our locker room. They're just around the corner. Girls? GIRLS?!" He turned, peered around the wall, and turned back to the guys who didn't know what to make of this. "Huh. I guess they got scared and left. Maybe too much cock even for them!"
"Awwwwwwhhhhhhhh," a ground swell of male voice rose from baritone to alto and then the laughter started. "Fuckin A! Nice comeback! Yeah, next time make sure the girls are here before you start swaggering, asshole! I guess you're a big dick in more ways that one!" Skye felt a deluge of emotional warmth that literally caused him to take a step back. He had never, ever had this kind of response from a group of guys. Clearly, he had scored. He started toward the nearest shower head, but then, as smoothly as a cat, passed it and took the one next to the guy who'd started the whole marvelous affair. Skye looked at him, and the fellow said, "Nice one, man. I'm Peter." And again a handshake with a naked guy, but this time it seemed perfectly natural.
This is getting better, appreciating the descriptions of the young men's bodies and cocks.
Measurements are always nice. Maybe a shower comparison - line them up !
Measurements are always nice. Maybe a shower comparison - line them up !
The trick for this particular story is that I set myself a limit to keep it erotic and not fall into pornographic.
bluehippo89
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I was hoping to find out if they were all circumcised... i wondered if skye was uncut as he came from the reservation
Seems to be a lack of clarity about Native American practices in our day.
Love how this story is developing. Great writing, @opinionman 
Lloyd Irving
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Ultimately it seems to vary a lot from place to place and family to family. But it’s never been as widespread as in the American population as a whole. First Nations people have always had a pretty healthy distrust of the medical establishment (sadly due to historical abuses making the fears well justified) combined with an original culture that didn’t practice circumcision, have all led to lower incidence than the average American. But again, that varies wildly place to place.
(There are even historical anecdotes about First Nations peoples prizing a long foreskin and mocking those with a short prepuce.)
All that being said, ultimately it’s your story and your character the final choice is yours. Either option would be well justified in the setting.
Personally I’m hoping he’s intact, just to make him more exotic and extraordinary compared to his peers.
I’m also interested to know if there are any other teammates who are intact. In the modern day, even in the most cut happy states, circumcision is far from universal. (On the high end, it might be 90%+, but on a team of 10 that’s still around 1 uncut guy.) So on a good sized team there should be at least a few guys who escaped the cut. In some states a lot more than a few.
So this is clearly of some importance to you. Growing up, I only ever saw cut cocks and didn't even know what a foreskin was, I don't think, tho I must have seen drawings in sex ed books. I didn't know till well into my 30's that my dad was uncut. The first uncut dude I ever saw was on a college team.
I feel ambivalent about it. Sometimes I can see why it's hot, but if a guy's foreskin is wrinkledy and looks like a snout, I don't find it a turn on. I'll see where the story takes me.
bluehippo89
Superior Member
I agree some foreskins just look ugly, the hottest ones for me are the ones that hug the helmet with the tip of the knob showing.. dont like saggy ones with no shape and overhang
Lloyd Irving
Expert Member
I think that’s true of all dicks. Cut or uncut, there are aesthetically pleasing ones and ones that are less so.
Actually, I mischaracterized it. I'm not aiming for "erotic" but rather "bromantic." As such, there'll be plenty of male-male camaraderie but no explicit sex, I don't think. I have other settings for that. See my "Frat house ball sucker" here in the Forum.
Next chapter:
Skye let the hot water pummel his back and chest, and then he thought the other guys weren't watching, he moved to the pressure streamed bounced his cock head back and forth, a feeling he loved but almost never got to experience, given that the showers in his trailer on the Rez had the world's weakest flow.
"Hey Carter!" called a voice over the noise of the showers, "I think I saw your girlfriend changing her outfit in her room the other day. I got so turned on I couldn't... oh god.. HELP MYSELF!" The last words were boomed out and echoed in the room. Skye, intrigued, turned around to see a huge arc of some thick white liquid spurting nearly the length of the room and landing on a guy not far from Skye, clearly the identified Carter.
Arc after arc followed and Skye followed it to its origin. A smaller member of the team had a bottle of hair conditioner in his hand which he was squeezing and pumping vigorously, causing the goo to spurt across the room. "Aw fuck! I can't help it! Gotta shoot! Gotta shoot! Yeah, take it, Carter." Skye looked over and saw Carter dripping with the white liquid and gasping with laughter. Carter then turned to his nemesis: "That's right, asshole! Use a bottle of conditioner since you can't produce the real thing! You know who can make me cum, tho? YOUR MOM!"
Again the baritone voices: "Ooooohhh!" Clearly, this sort of thing went on all the time, and it was developing into some kind of comic drama.
Carter grabbed his bottle of shampoo and yelled, "Here! I'll show ya! Oh Mrs Malone! I love how you work me over! ugh! ught UGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!" and he in turn squeezed his bottle as the perpitrator and covered him with goo.
"Huh, " smirked Greg, the instigator of all this. "That's not what she told me. She said you were pushing rope and couldn't satisfy her." An arc of conditioner.
"Well, at least mine's rope and not twine." An arc of shampoo.
"Your rope may choke," continued Greg, " but only on the outside. Your girlfriend chokes on my twine INSIDE her throat." Another arc.
The two combattants could hardly taunt each other, they were laughing so hard. In a flash, Carter crossed the room to the other man and sprayed him with shampoo while at that exact moment, Greg did the same with the conditioner. Both guys were drenched and they dropped their bottles. They grappled with each other but had a hard time finding a grip given the slipperiness that covered them both.
"Man, you're slicker than your mom when I'm inside here," ranted Carter. "Admit it, Greg, ya douchebag, you know I'm right." So Greg was the other half of this false altercation.
"I'll admit you're right on the first night your horny girlfriend refuses me... and that'll never happen!" riposted Greg. The two continued to grab at waists, arms, even balls but they went down in a heap while the other guys laughed up a storm. "C'mon, Greg! Pin him like on the mat! Dude, Carter! Show him who's boss."
As the two guys went at it, their well-practiced wrestling moves now virtually useless due to the slickness the whole affair turned into one huge comedy sketch, with two practiced physical clowns trying to top each other for the amusement of their audience
After a few minutes of this, the two guys separated for a moment, breathless with exertion and laughter, but before they could start up again, Kirk grabbed the shower head with the house used for handicapped athletes, turned it on them and sprayed them full force.
"Okay, dick heads! Enough already. Fuck, I have to spray you down like horn dogs in heat." He sprayed them both in the face for a moment before Carter and Greg stood up, gave each other high fives, laughed and said some variation of, "You're an asshole, bro, but at least I won that one." Since they had both slapped high fives, laughed, and claimed victory, it seemed this would be an ongoing event throughout the season.
All this Skye took in instantly, gauging the dynamic with a social scanner he did not know he possessed. Feeling warm both inside and out, he finished soaping his body and rinsed it as most guys were finishing as well. This cause a bit of a bottle neck at the entrance to the showers, but after a few guys bumped into each other, nuts to butts as the Army calls it, which resulted in more laughter, they separated to their respective aisles. Guys were finishing drying, chatting, occasionally still rat-tailing a towel for a prank, and generally dressing with the carelessness that so many college guys show.
When Skye got to his bench, Kirk was already there. Both jockstraps lay as they had been left, and a momentary glace from Kirk made Skye wonder if his mentor had noticed the imitation. But Kirk said nothing and hooked his sweaty gear and jock to the elastic laundry strap that he hung on the cart for daily washing. Skye did the same, still naked and indeed relishing the feeling--a feeling that, no doubt, the other guys had felt as they had grown up but which was new to Skye.
He turned and reached for his dingy white briefs but stopped when he felt Kirk's eye on him.
"What?" Skye said, answering some unspoken comment.
"Oh, ... nuthin... it's just that..."
"What?" repeated Skye.
"Look, dude, I don't want to offend you, but I AM your mentor and I'm supposed to make sure you're comfortable and settled in."
"Yeah?"
"And... well... when you told me you had only one brief for underwear, I couldn't help it. Look, I have this pair of boxer briefs I haven't worn yet. I was thinking maybe you could borrow them until you could get some more for yourself."
Rage, sorrow, resentment, and something like love--all struck at once, a lightning bolt of emotions on the landscape of Skye's psyche. He'd never been offered much and certainly nothing as personal and intimate as this... but he'd also had to deal with the shame of poverty his whole life, and even after living with it, he still hated it when someone else noticed.
Kirk resumed: "I know it's weird... but maybe not so weird. In my dorm, we borrow each other's underwear all the time, like if we have a date and nuthin clean, you know? Aw, fuck, I can I see I'm bugging you, but listen, dude... it's my responsibility."
Again, the rage reared its monstrous head in Skye, but when he looked into Kirk's eyes and saw the sincerity, he recalled an old memory of a kindness done long ago, and somehow he melted and the rage passed over and through him and dissipated.
"Well," he said very softly, "I guess that'd be nice. Thanks, man. I'll get 'em back to you when I get another pair."
"Cool. Here." Kirk tossed him a still factory-folded pair of plain blue inexpensive boxer briefs. Only at that point did Skye become aware that he was standing naked, only a couple of feet from his mentor, with his overly large penis and hefty testicles on full display. He realized that in the past half hour, he'd already become more comfortable with this situation, to the point where he could have a conversation in the nude. He put the boxer briefs on the bench, fought back a tear, finished drying himself and pulled on the underwear. After several years of the same graying, faded, stretched out pair, he felt like a monarch pulling on this new underwear. Kirk watched him and said, "Great. They look like the fit perfectly. Nice."
Skye looked at him, speechless, glistening eyes.
Kirk whispered hoarsely, "It's cool, bro" and turned his own face away toward his locker.
******
As the two of them left the locker room, Kirk managed to say, "So that stuff you said earlier about never seeing dudes naked before.... i guess that all changed today, huh?" He grinned and punched Skye in the arm. "Good thing, too, cuz there's plenty of nudity in our dorms. A couple of guys practically never wear clothes. it's a fuckin hoot. Here, I'll show you where the dorm is...."
"
Skye let the hot water pummel his back and chest, and then he thought the other guys weren't watching, he moved to the pressure streamed bounced his cock head back and forth, a feeling he loved but almost never got to experience, given that the showers in his trailer on the Rez had the world's weakest flow.
"Hey Carter!" called a voice over the noise of the showers, "I think I saw your girlfriend changing her outfit in her room the other day. I got so turned on I couldn't... oh god.. HELP MYSELF!" The last words were boomed out and echoed in the room. Skye, intrigued, turned around to see a huge arc of some thick white liquid spurting nearly the length of the room and landing on a guy not far from Skye, clearly the identified Carter.
Arc after arc followed and Skye followed it to its origin. A smaller member of the team had a bottle of hair conditioner in his hand which he was squeezing and pumping vigorously, causing the goo to spurt across the room. "Aw fuck! I can't help it! Gotta shoot! Gotta shoot! Yeah, take it, Carter." Skye looked over and saw Carter dripping with the white liquid and gasping with laughter. Carter then turned to his nemesis: "That's right, asshole! Use a bottle of conditioner since you can't produce the real thing! You know who can make me cum, tho? YOUR MOM!"
Again the baritone voices: "Ooooohhh!" Clearly, this sort of thing went on all the time, and it was developing into some kind of comic drama.
Carter grabbed his bottle of shampoo and yelled, "Here! I'll show ya! Oh Mrs Malone! I love how you work me over! ugh! ught UGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!" and he in turn squeezed his bottle as the perpitrator and covered him with goo.
"Huh, " smirked Greg, the instigator of all this. "That's not what she told me. She said you were pushing rope and couldn't satisfy her." An arc of conditioner.
"Well, at least mine's rope and not twine." An arc of shampoo.
"Your rope may choke," continued Greg, " but only on the outside. Your girlfriend chokes on my twine INSIDE her throat." Another arc.
The two combattants could hardly taunt each other, they were laughing so hard. In a flash, Carter crossed the room to the other man and sprayed him with shampoo while at that exact moment, Greg did the same with the conditioner. Both guys were drenched and they dropped their bottles. They grappled with each other but had a hard time finding a grip given the slipperiness that covered them both.
"Man, you're slicker than your mom when I'm inside here," ranted Carter. "Admit it, Greg, ya douchebag, you know I'm right." So Greg was the other half of this false altercation.
"I'll admit you're right on the first night your horny girlfriend refuses me... and that'll never happen!" riposted Greg. The two continued to grab at waists, arms, even balls but they went down in a heap while the other guys laughed up a storm. "C'mon, Greg! Pin him like on the mat! Dude, Carter! Show him who's boss."
As the two guys went at it, their well-practiced wrestling moves now virtually useless due to the slickness the whole affair turned into one huge comedy sketch, with two practiced physical clowns trying to top each other for the amusement of their audience
After a few minutes of this, the two guys separated for a moment, breathless with exertion and laughter, but before they could start up again, Kirk grabbed the shower head with the house used for handicapped athletes, turned it on them and sprayed them full force.
"Okay, dick heads! Enough already. Fuck, I have to spray you down like horn dogs in heat." He sprayed them both in the face for a moment before Carter and Greg stood up, gave each other high fives, laughed and said some variation of, "You're an asshole, bro, but at least I won that one." Since they had both slapped high fives, laughed, and claimed victory, it seemed this would be an ongoing event throughout the season.
All this Skye took in instantly, gauging the dynamic with a social scanner he did not know he possessed. Feeling warm both inside and out, he finished soaping his body and rinsed it as most guys were finishing as well. This cause a bit of a bottle neck at the entrance to the showers, but after a few guys bumped into each other, nuts to butts as the Army calls it, which resulted in more laughter, they separated to their respective aisles. Guys were finishing drying, chatting, occasionally still rat-tailing a towel for a prank, and generally dressing with the carelessness that so many college guys show.
When Skye got to his bench, Kirk was already there. Both jockstraps lay as they had been left, and a momentary glace from Kirk made Skye wonder if his mentor had noticed the imitation. But Kirk said nothing and hooked his sweaty gear and jock to the elastic laundry strap that he hung on the cart for daily washing. Skye did the same, still naked and indeed relishing the feeling--a feeling that, no doubt, the other guys had felt as they had grown up but which was new to Skye.
He turned and reached for his dingy white briefs but stopped when he felt Kirk's eye on him.
"What?" Skye said, answering some unspoken comment.
"Oh, ... nuthin... it's just that..."
"What?" repeated Skye.
"Look, dude, I don't want to offend you, but I AM your mentor and I'm supposed to make sure you're comfortable and settled in."
"Yeah?"
"And... well... when you told me you had only one brief for underwear, I couldn't help it. Look, I have this pair of boxer briefs I haven't worn yet. I was thinking maybe you could borrow them until you could get some more for yourself."
Rage, sorrow, resentment, and something like love--all struck at once, a lightning bolt of emotions on the landscape of Skye's psyche. He'd never been offered much and certainly nothing as personal and intimate as this... but he'd also had to deal with the shame of poverty his whole life, and even after living with it, he still hated it when someone else noticed.
Kirk resumed: "I know it's weird... but maybe not so weird. In my dorm, we borrow each other's underwear all the time, like if we have a date and nuthin clean, you know? Aw, fuck, I can I see I'm bugging you, but listen, dude... it's my responsibility."
Again, the rage reared its monstrous head in Skye, but when he looked into Kirk's eyes and saw the sincerity, he recalled an old memory of a kindness done long ago, and somehow he melted and the rage passed over and through him and dissipated.
"Well," he said very softly, "I guess that'd be nice. Thanks, man. I'll get 'em back to you when I get another pair."
"Cool. Here." Kirk tossed him a still factory-folded pair of plain blue inexpensive boxer briefs. Only at that point did Skye become aware that he was standing naked, only a couple of feet from his mentor, with his overly large penis and hefty testicles on full display. He realized that in the past half hour, he'd already become more comfortable with this situation, to the point where he could have a conversation in the nude. He put the boxer briefs on the bench, fought back a tear, finished drying himself and pulled on the underwear. After several years of the same graying, faded, stretched out pair, he felt like a monarch pulling on this new underwear. Kirk watched him and said, "Great. They look like the fit perfectly. Nice."
Skye looked at him, speechless, glistening eyes.
Kirk whispered hoarsely, "It's cool, bro" and turned his own face away toward his locker.
******
As the two of them left the locker room, Kirk managed to say, "So that stuff you said earlier about never seeing dudes naked before.... i guess that all changed today, huh?" He grinned and punched Skye in the arm. "Good thing, too, cuz there's plenty of nudity in our dorms. A couple of guys practically never wear clothes. it's a fuckin hoot. Here, I'll show you where the dorm is...."
"
Thanks, man. I'll do my best. What do you like about them?
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Love all the jock energy you're writing about and the outsider experiencing it for the first time. Learning that he can't take things too seriously and being willing to put his apprehensions aside to join in is also cool. I thing that resonates with shy guys.
Good job, man! Good flow in the story, very believable story line, good character development and real characters...yeah, good job!
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