FAG IN THE COLLEGE MENS' DORM PART 2
Some found the first installment of this story to be a bit hardcore. For those readers, I'm happy to report that developments between the fictional college men in the fictional dorm -- Zeke, Caveman, CJ, Jack, and the gay character in the fictional story -- have since taken astonishing and unexpected turns.
For "the gay character in the story," readers can substitute any name, physical attributes, and persona they wish.
Zeke looked so cute in his crisply pleated Brooks Brothers slacks and Oxford shirt, a slight furrow in his brow as he searched for le mot juste to complete his student-athlete essay linking Kant's Moral Imperative to the social impact of the Frankfurt School by way of Freud's revolutionary theories of human sexuality. He absentmindedly scratched his balls. Indeed, only recently had the young handsome lad, having encountered new and stimulating ideas in Psych 101, begun to explore his own deep hidden feelings. The arousal when the psych prof gave him a stern, mature look over his spectacles, and in the locker room after practice and the scent of his boy CJ's socks when his jock stud bud stripped off his wet tee and jock and he had to block his hard cock.
Just at that very moment, suddenly Zeke's roommate, the gay character in the story, entered the dorm room and fell to his knees without warning.
"Arise!" commanded Zeke in a tender tone, using correct quotation marks and punctuation. "For I now understand that my attitudes, words, and actions over the course of this term have been merely the product of repressed feelings, projection, and defense mechanisms." The gay character in the story could scare believe his own ears. "Yes," continued the hard-muscled, firm-butted, size-12-footed footballer, "I have come to the realization that I am . . ." -- here a bashful blush barely began to bloom on the 6 foot 4 all-star champion's cheeks -- . "GAY!" he blurted as though a thought bubble burst in his brain.
Just at that very moment, suddenly, without warning, CJ called out from the hall. "Yo," called CJ from the hall, "Zeke" (as he always addressed his fellow teammate Ezekiel) "how about that blow job from the gay character in the story?"
"Fie," replied the varsity team leader, revealing rows of perfectly straight white teeth, "You will have to ask the gay character in the story himself, as I have renounced my domination slash authoritarianism slash S&M slash control over him and have become gay. Plus I am using paragraphs correctly."
"Yikes," responded the blond mop-topped freshman, casting his blue eyes upon the other four as he peered in, a look of puzzlement making his boyish features even more boyish and his dimpled smile just a little bit crooked in a charming masculine way. His biceps bulged as he posed shirtless in the doorway and the bulge in his going-commando camo sweatpants bulged more.
"I hope you like what you see," said he flexing his bare biceps with a devilish grin, "for I too am in need of the D. . . to put it in words that contain no swearing or impolite words that might be considered disrespectful."
The gay character in the story and Zeke flicked their respective lips and their hands inadvertently slipped into the other one's boxers in a consensual, mutually respectful, safe way.
"Now I am emboldened by your example Zeke, and by your powerful thicc thighs and the shock of straight jet black hair that falls over your forehead in such an insouciant manner, and your thick straight dark eyebrows, and that MOM tattoo on your pitcher's forearm, to reveal that I . ." -- and here CJ pointed to his massive chest, making the gay character in the story's member ooze seminal fluid at the sight of the hunk's curly blond public hair sprouting from his right armpit -- "I, too think I might be gay."
"But what," queried Zeke bemusedly, "IS your name CJ?"
Just then, at that very moment, suddenly, without warning, Zeke's ringtone rang out "The Eyes of Texas Are Upon You."
"It's Caveman," the handsome bro told CJ and the gay character in the story, tightening his washboard six-pack, "I'll put it on speaker. Yo Caveman. Cornelius Jeremiah, the gay character in the story, and I are downstairs. Join us," he said in a brusque bro jock kind of way but grammatically correct, "while I'm stripping naked."
"Be right down," responded the unseen speaker. "But dudes, big news," the incorporeal voice continued. "We have discovered that we are non-binary. We are now called Cavepersons. Our preferred pronouns are them' slash they.'"
Cavepersons, nee Caveman, had gained their former moniker due as much to their hulking build, overall hirsuteness, and perpetual stubble as to a genetic tendency to have consensual non-binding adventures of a sexual nature that made it easier to stay on the school team. They are still known for their collection of ripped and torn game-worn and bed-worn jerseys.
Cornelius Jeremiah fixed the gay character in the story with a piercing gaze shot from his aquamarine eyes. He cocked his head to one side and raised a single blond eyebrow flecked with mocha strands up, up to a hairline that sprouted wavy locks. Was there any doubt in anyone's mind that his body language was saying "Well? How about that blow job?"?
Suddenly, just at that very moment, without warning, Cavepersons jumped in with both of their feet and crouched like an ape. Jack sped past them fresh from the shower with a towel around his waist, his crew cut bristling, his eyes rolling wildly and sweat and water gushing from every pore. His massive member proudly pushed the towel into a tent, accentuating the corpulence and reach of the rude rocky boner.
Well, it's a long story but soon afterward, Ezekiel and the gay character in the story had a same-sex wedding officiated over by a rabbi, priest, minister and Satanist with a wedding cake decorated with little edible footballs. They hired an evangelical cake maker to inscribe a message in icing: GAY GAY GAY ALL THE WAY GAY IN BED BIG GAY SEX ALL NIGHT GAY GAY SEX SEX SEX. Cavepersons acted as Best Persons. Later the groom and groom moved to one of the parts of California that had not completely burned down and adopted two mixed-race children and a rescue retriever and lived happily ever after.