Chapter 3 – Chapter 3

Rip again tagged along with Doug and Bruce for archery practice. True to his word, Doug let Rip pay when they ate spaghetti at Gino's Italian Restaurant a few blocks off campus. The six dollar meal was spilling off the large platter and Gino himself encouraged the boys to come back; bring their friends.

Upon returning to the dorm, Rip followed Doug and Bruce to the showers and they chattered with one another across the short walls of the cubicles.

"Dude, trade you, huh?" Bruce said to Doug. "My roommate? About as useless as they come."

"Bobby? Dude," Doug shook his head. "Like seriously. Does he even know where the showers are?"

When they returned to their room, Doug pulled on a pair of nylon shorts and sat at the double desk to do some studying. Rip did the same, wearing a pair of cotton briefs.

The Ten PM chime sounded. Decades earlier, Harvester's College had instituted a ten pm curfew and the Room Monitor would sound the chime, and then walk up and down the hallway, making sure that every light was off.

That rule was no longer enforced, but the chime still sounded. At the sound of the chime, both Doug and Rip shut off their laptops and crawled into their beds.

"You doing it again?" Doug sounded amazed as the soft sound of Rip's bed jostling could be heard.

"Yeah," Rip admitted, blushing hotly in the dark.

"Dude, you keep doing that, you're going to run out of sperm," Doug said.

"You can't run out," Rip laughed.

"Here, let me…" Doug said, suddenly very close to Rip.

Rip gave a strangled gasp as Doug's large hand fumbled down his belly and gripped his throbbing erection.

Doug gave Rip's cock a few soft strokes, and then began to jack Rip's cock.

"I'm uh, oh shit," Rip warned as his hips started to thrust.

Doug kept on stroking until Rip grunted and spewed a thick torrent of sperm splattering onto his belly.

He had not caught his breath when he heard Doug grunt in his own orgasm.

In the dark, Rip used his fingers to scoop up his semen and licked his fingers clean.

Football practice and team meetings kept Doug tied up for the next two nights; it was Friday before Rip was again invited to go shooting arrows with Bruce and Doug.

"Bobby? Gross ass mother, I swear," Bruce was complaining as he sent arrow after arrow into the target.

Rip shot three arrows and managed to hit the target twice. Both Bruce and Doug congratulated him and again they ate at Gino's.

In the shower, Rip laughed when Bruce playfully tugged on his long blonde hair. Then Bruce followed them to their room and sat on Doug's bed while Doug and Rip sat on Rip's bed. The three eighteen year old males sat and swapped lies about drinking, fighting, and fucking.

When the Ten PM chime sounded, Bruce retied his robe, grabbed his shower kit, and slapped both Doug and Rip playfully.

"Five o'clock practice," Doug reminded Bruce needlessly.

"Full pads," Bruce responded.

The moment he snapped the light off, Doug gently pushed Rip over and reached for Rip's throbbing erection.

"Here, you do me too, huh?' he whispered and took Rip's hand.

Rip found his pudgy hand being wrapped around an impressive slab of meat. He softly ran his hand up and down the nine inches of cock, then reached down with his other hand and found Doug's heavy balls.

"Oh yeah, aw Dude," Doug sighed as Replayed with both his balls and his cock.

Rip ejaculated quickly and ceased his stroking of Doug's meat until he could breathe again.

"And uh oh, here uh, here it…" Doug grunted and Rip felt the hot semen splash down onto his hands, coating them.

Rip licked his fingers clean when Doug got out of his bed.

"Here, let me clean…" Doug whispered, reaching out with a tissue to wipe Rip's hands.

"Thanks," Rip said, not telling Doug he'd already cleaned his hands with his mouth.

In the morning, it was almost nine o'clock when Rip woke up. Doug was already gone and Rip remembered; they had practice at an early hour.

He wandered to the cafeteria, grabbed some eggs and bacon and biscuits and agreed with the large black woman behind the glass; biscuits needed milk gravy.

He asked a table of young men if he could join them and they greeted him with smiles and nods.

One young man, however, seemed bent on seeing just how vulgar, how profane he could be. Rip looked at the boy's severe acne, oily stringy hair, and permanent scowl and shook his head at yet another crude remark the youth made.

"Bobby? You Bruce's roommate?" Rip asked after one of the others at the table chided the young man about talking about fecal matter while they were eating.

"The football faggot?" Bobby sneered. "Yeah. Total dick; all about football, all about weightlifting, all about fucking sports; told him nobody remembers who won the Super Bowl five years ago…"

"The Pittsburg Steelers," Rip and three other people at the table said.

"But who won the Nobel Prize in Chemistry last year," another boy asked.

Bobby just glared with contempt at them.

"So you guys think about football when you're choking your chickens?" he sneered.

"Think about football sized tits; what you think about?" Rip asked, finished his breakfast and left the table.

When he returned to the room, Doug was laying on his bed, listening to his music. He was wearing his customary nylon shorts and was softly running his hand along the length of his semi-erect cock.

"Hey; how was practice?" Rip asked as he flopped down on his own bed.

"Nasty," Doug admitted. "Know what the ground feels like at five o'clock in the morning? That's right, it's wet."

"I was going to guess that," Rip laughed.

"We're going to Jack And Jill's for dinner, me and Bruce; want to come?" Doug asked.

"Yeah," Rip said. "What's Jack And Jill's?"

"Supposed to be good old Southern Comfort food," Doug said, smiling. "But let's see if us two good old Southern boys agree, huh?"