The Singlet

[hardrod]

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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Sounds like the start of a beautiful friendship. I'll bet the semester played out quite well for both of them. Terra D certainly knows how to depict innocence, I must say. Thanks for bringing this fantasy to the library, Mr. Hardrod! :drool: