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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