Date: Sun, 2 Jan 2005 20:44:20 -0800 (PST)
From: Master Terra D <masterterradil@yahoo.com>
Subject: Singlet, athletic

	Arnie strode down the University hall with a piece of
cloth he never imagined he'd wear.
	A singlet.
	Some of the guys in the dorm had encouraged Arnie to
try out for the wrestling team, even though the
University had never had a "walk on" wrestler before.
	The football team, baseball team, even the soccer
team had had freshmen try out who'd never played in
high school, but no one ever did that for the wresting
team.
	Arnie had.
	Even though he didn't know a single move, the coach
had been impressed with Armie's natural abilities
against the school's top wrestler, senior Tray Tanner.
	Arnie even pinned Tray once, but Tray had gotten the
better of Arnie the rest of the time.
	Arnie wore the red and bronze singlet around his neck
like a medal of honor, but that wasn't what attracted
the stares of the girls passing him. His stature was
farm boy. He stood 6' 4", 200 pounds of hay bale
bucking muscle, brown hair faded from a summer of
outdoor chores, green eyes that melted hearts, and
clothes that hinted at his modest upbringing.
	Arnie's high school was so small it didn't have a
wrestling team, and because of his farm duties, his
parents had allowed him to participate in only one
sport, football, but Arnie had hated it. All the town
players called him a "hick" even though he was one of
the team's better players. Even Coach Martin hadn't
been able to stop the name-calling.
	Arnie had dated a lot in high school. Cheerleaders,
bookworms, homecoming queen, Honor Society members.
His looks combined with his brains had made him very
desirable in high school, but after a few dates, Arnie
lost interest. He hoped college would be different.
	Carrying the singlet, Arnie knew it was already.
	He liked the guys in the dorm. They didn't care that
he grew up on a farm or didn't have money to go out
every night. He had a pickup truck, and at this
University, that meant Arnie would be popular. His
laid back style and friendly manner made him popular
anyway.
	Mike Rameyer was waiting in the dorm room, a chem
book cracked open, when Arnie walked through the door
and waved the singlet like a flag.
	"I'm on the team!" Arnie shouted.
	"All right, bud," Mike shouted, jumping up and
hugging Arnie. "You are the man!"
	Mike came about nipple high on Arnie. Mike was about
5'7", 135 pounds of skinny, former high school track
team build body, dirty blonde hair with brown eyes.
	"You made it?" Austin asked, stepping in the doorway.
The 5'9", 167-pound junior slapped Arnie on the back
in a friendly manner. "We should get the guys together
and celebrate tonight."
	"No classes tomorrow; it's Saturday," Mike said.
 	"I'll grab Pete and Steve and meet you in an hour,"
Austin said, heading back into the dormitory halls.
	The 5 guys had a night on the town. Mike and Arnie
were freshman and Austin made sure they didn't drink,
but he, Steve and Pete were wasted by the time they
got back to the dorm.
	As the 3 upper classmen snuck into their rooms, Mike
and Arnie headed to their room.
	"Congrats, Arnie," Mike sighed. "I'm beat. I can't
believe the homework they've handed out for the first
week of classes."
	"I know, and I'm supposed to go in for some personal
training tomorrow afternoon with the coach," Arnie
said, stripping his shirt and jeans off. He wasn't
wearing underwear, and Mike stole a glance. Arnie
didn't notice. "Crap, I forgot."
	"Forgot what, bud?" Mike asked.
	"I don't know how to put the singlet on!"
	"What? Give me a break, buddy. You just put it on,"
Mike chuckled. "It's not advanced chemistry."
	"Coach said I should wear a jock strap, and I have
one around here somewhere," Arnie said, turning his
back and digging through the top drawer in the
dresser.
	Mike eyes Arnie's big, beefy, muscled butt.
	"Farm bred," Mike thought, licking his lips. The
round parts of Arnie's ass cheeks were smooth, but
where the muscle created the crack, there was a furrow
of light and dark brown hairs, hiding Arnie's hole.
	"Here it is," Arnie said, but in his excitement, it
zipped across his shoulder and hit Mike square in the
face.
	Mike was stunned.
	"I don't think that's how you wear that," a voice in
the hall said.
	Mike threw the strap to Arnie, who bent over to put
it on. Mike stared as Arnie's ass cheeks parted, but
said, "No one asked you, Austin. Go to bed, bud.
You're drunk."
	"I'm sober enough to see what you're staring at,"
Austin slurred his words.
	Mike stood up and closed the door, locking it, and
yelled, "Go to bed, or I'll call the floor monitor!"
	When he turned around, Arnie was innocently tucking
his 7-inch soft cock in the jock. It barely held it.
	"So what do I do with this?" Arnie kind of whined,
holding up the singlet. "Coach said there'd be more
equipment, but he'd have the trainer outfit me. But
I'm to have this on."
	"Here. I'll show you, big guy," Mike cooed, taking
the singlet and opening it. "It's stretchy, that's why
it doesn't look like it'll fit you.
	"Put a leg through here."
 	Mike held the singlet and his breath. Arnie's scent
was getting to him, being this close. Mike knew Arnie
wasn't a big, dumb farm boy. Mike also knew he liked
ass, and Arnie's was very tempting. Mike had already
bagged the football quarterback and the soccer goalie.
The quarterback had talked about his girlfriend for
about 5 minutes before Mike picked up on the clues.
About 15 minutes later, Mike and the football stud
were in the quarterback's frat house with the QB
playing receiving end on Mike's stiff 9-inch pigskin.
	That was first night of check in. Mike was the
football team statistician.
	Two days later, Mike met Ebson, the soccer goalie.
Ebson needed some basic chemistry help, and since Mike
was the chemistry tutor, the 2 were paired.
	Ebson was lean and muscled, and smoother than a baby.
"I don't shave; it's a condition where I have no hair
anywhere," he'd explained. Mike finished the tutoring
session, eyeing the goalie with no eyebrows.
	As they closed the books, Mike asked, "No hair
anywhere? No even...?"
	Ebson let out a low chuckle. "Yeah, man. Not even
there." He stood up. "See?"
	The goalie pulled down his pants and there was the
hairless crotch. "Feel it. Everyone wants to. No
stubble `cause I don't shave."
	Ebson was the star goalie. He had his own on-campus
apartment, so no one heard him howling for 30 minutes.
	Now, Mike was trying to not jump Arnie. It wasn't
that Mike didn't want Arnie's ass, but Arnie had
become a fast-friend, and he was the roommate. Arnie
had both legs in and Mike pulled the shoulder straps
up.
	"This barely fits you," Mike gasped. "I think it
might be a size too small."
	"It's sure rubbing me wrong." Arnie sounded irritated
and was adjusting himself. "Get this off. It's
hurting."
	Mike wasn't sure where he went wrong. All he knew was
in 5 seconds, he found himself tangled in the singlet,
laying on top of the farm boy wrestler, facing each
other.
	Arnie didn't know what happened either. He'd twisted
around and to avoid landing on Mike, had leaned back,
but the singlet had tangled him and Mike together and
he was now staring up into Mike's cute face.
	"You okay?" Mike asked without moving.
	"Yeah. You?"
	"I think so. But my left hand's twisted in the
singlet."
	"Don't move it. I think it wrapped around my..." Arnie
blushed.
	Mike didn't think the singlet was wrapped around any
of Arnie's privates because he was feeling something.
	Arnie was feeling something, too. Mike's cock
swelling.
	Each felt the other freshman cock, but neither yet
realized their own was coming to attention.
	"You're a handsome, man, Arnie," Mike whispered. "I,
um, could help with that."
	"With what?" Arnie asked, then instantly realized his
situation. Mike realized his when he'd made his
statement. The pair lay there, unsure what to do, but
both worked on at least untangling the singlet.
	"You're cute," Arnie said.
	Mike blushed. His hand free, he stood and offered a
hand out to Arnie to get him off the floor.
	"So, we're both hard," Mike said. "I guess we like
each other."
	"I guess," Arnie said. "I--I've never...you are a guy,
right?"
	"What! What the hell kind of question is that?"
	"Calm down. I've just never had this reaction with
guys, just girls. Well, except for some dreams, but
those were dreams. And I've never done anything, and..."
	"You're a virgin?" Mike's eyes lit up. He hadn't done
a virgin in more than a year, and that was his track
coach. Mike was proud of that, too, except the part
where the track coach's wife had walked in.
	"Shhhh! The whole damn dorm doesn't need to know,"
Arnie whispered harshly. "You want everyone to know
you suck dick?"
	"And fuck ass," Mike boasted.
	"Huh?" Arnie had a dumbstruck look on his face.
	"I don't go around broadcasting it, but I like dick
and ass, Arnie. You're stiff prick is telling me you
do, too. You've just never done anything about it."
	Arnie sat on the edge of his bed, the singlet a
tangled mess on his right foot, his nearly 9-inch dick
tip sticking over the edge of the white, cotton jock
strap.
	"Yer dick's drippin' like yer mouth," Mike chuckled.
	He reached out and slowly brushed a finger over the
top of Arnie's cock head, lifting the finger and
watching a strand of precum stretch between the 2
digits.
	"Ever taste yourself, Arnie?" Mike asked, sincerely.
	"No," Arnie answered, kind of uninterested in the
topic. Mike had reached inside the cotton pouch and
was massaging Arnie's hairy nuts. "That feels good,"
he purred, pushing Mike's hand away from his farmboy
face.
	"Just tell me what you want to do, and what you don't
want to do," Mike said, wiping his hand on the upper
bed sheet of the bunk, his bed.
	Mike had positioned himself, still clothed from the
night out, between Arnie's hairy legs. The farm boy
wore only the jockstrap which was really straining.
	"I don't want to hurt our friendship," Mike said,
continuing to massage the hairy nuts while working the
pouch down and tucking it under Arnie's ballsack.
	"It's not hurting at all, Mikey," Arnie sighed,
leaning back.
	Mike pushed up on his knees and stuck his tongue out,
snaking the well-experienced muscle around the tip of
Arnie's monster dick. Mike just rocked the tip of his
tongue across the tip, being sure to work the piss
slit.
	Arnie cooed, moaned, and grabbed the sheets, pulling
them up into a mess of linens.
	Mike stroked the inside of Arnie's thighs lightly
with his fingertips and Arnie reflexively spread his
legs while Mike finally engulfed Arnie's prick and
started going down on it.
	"Ohhhhhhhh," Arnie shuddered. Mike worked the
wrestler's cock with his mouth while continuing the
ball massage and thigh stroking.
	Arnie lay perpendicular to the mattress, his
shoulders resting on the dorm wall while the
statistician worked the hairy crotch. Mike stopped the
ball massage and started a dual stroke of Arnie's
thighs, spreading his legs further and getting Arnie
to lay flatter, to the point where his hairy ass was
raised in the air.
	Mike pulled off the cock and blew cool air across the
cock tip.
	Arnie convulsed.
	"Oh, God!" Arnie cried out.
	"You okay, buddy?" Mike asked, concerned.
	"No," Arnie said through tears. "I'm GREAT!"
	"Shhh, no need to get everyone in here," Mike
whispered.
	Mike dived back into Arnie's crotch, but diverted his
attention to Arnie's ripe, hairy nuts. He sucked in
the left one, cleaned it with his mouth and oral
massaged it, then turned his attention to the right
one, duplicating his technique.
	Arnie let out a very audible howl when Mike went
lower, lapping his tongue over Arnie's asshole,
swirling the hairs into black hole formation.
	Mike smiled, lifted his head enough to say, "Like
that?", then dived back down.
	The freshmen lost ass track of time as Mike mouthed
Arnie's shitter.
	Without even touching his hardened pecker, Arnie blew
a load, the first shot clearing his left shoulder and
nicking his ear, the next shot lapping over a nipple
and the third shot hitting his neck and chin.
	As he subsided Mike licked up Arnie's nuts and cock,
slurping up the remnants of the wrestler's cum, making
Arnie shudder from the sensation on his spent member.
	Arnie slumped, drained from Mike's ministrations, and
Mike stood between the hairy wrestler's legs.
	Mike whacked his dick, and felt a hand lightly stroke
up his thighs. Arnie was totally spent; his hand was
adding to Mike's excitement and shortly Mike unloaded
his prick on Arnie.
	The big farm boy pulled Mike in close and the pair
kissed.


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