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The(O) Condition - Chapter 07
🕑 Added 2025-09-21 10:00:02 +0000 UTCTHE(O) CONDITION
Chapter 7: Theo goes Commando
On Thursday we had our first evening out with some of the friends we had made on the diving team.
After the long practice that morning, we had the rest of the day off and Kyle had gotten us hyped for an event off-campus.
About a fifteen-minute drive deeper into the desert was a large skate park that students loved to go to.
It was GoonninDale’s worst-kept secret.
That evening, they were also going to organize a movie night on a giant screen set up there.
Theo and I had never been, and Kyle and Larry were excited for everyone to enjoy the skatepark they had been spending so much time at the year prior.
All the cool kids would be there.
But first, after such an intense effort at the swimming pool, we all needed a good nap—and some of us needed to ejaculate.
We were supposed to meet at 6 p.m. to drive there, but you already know what Theo was up to in the meantime.
He rubbed one out in the pool with me at 1, then in our bathroom after 3, and again in his bed right before we left at 5:30 p.m.
I was getting used to it, to the point that the constant fapping was not much of a distraction anymore.
I was a little in my head anyway.
What had happened at the pool had gone beyond anything I had imagined, and I wondered how far it would take us.
I was excited and afraid to find out.
I wasn’t scared about what Theo might ask of me— I was scared about what I would be willing to accept.
A few days earlier, the mere idea of masturbating in public, especially in a swimming pool where I could be caught by my teammates or coaches, would have been laughable.
Yet here I was, taking insane risks to protect my roommate’s dirty secret.
Perhaps because he sensed my uneasiness, Theo was less intrusive and in-my-face that afternoon.
To be fair, he slept quite a bit between his jacking-off sessions.
I did too.
The nights were short with a horned-up cum machine sharing my room and I needed the rest.
“You’re good, buddy?” He asked.
He came back from the bathroom, where he had just painted the walls white, a towel wrapped around his spectacular waist.
“Yes, I'm fine. Why?”
“I don't know. You’ve been quiet this afternoon.”
“I was just tired.”
“Practice this morning was intense, eh?”
That was one way to put it.
“Definitely.”
Theo did a 180, dropped the towel (which incidentally revealed his bare, hairy ass), and slid into a pair of shorts.
They were a fresh red pair I had never seen him wear before, and they were the smallest he owned by far.
It was very hot outside, and Theo wanted to give himself some breathing room; he did not even put on underwear.
Not that I was surprised that he was the type to go commando, but I thought this was sort of risky given his condition.
When he turned around, he kind of looked like one of the hunky actors from Baywatch.
I remembered watching reruns of the show as a kid. Clearly, I was more interested in David Charvet than Pamela Anderson.
In retrospect, that should have told me everything I needed to know about my sexuality.
Anyway, I put on a pair of shorts as well (over my boxer briefs), and a T-shirt from a music festival I had gone to during the summer.
I packed a bag with drinks and snacks, and I waited for Theo to get ready so we could go out.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked.
There were many potential reasons.
His shredded biceps and pecs were on display, his thighs looked amazing, still wet from the shower, and his prominent bulge outlined the shape of his uncut penis in his shorts beautifully.
“I'm just waiting for you. Whenever you’re ready, we can leave.”
“I’m ready.”
“You're not going to put anything on?”
Aside from his shorts and a pair of flip-flops, the guy was naked.
“What are you talking about? I am dressed— I put shorts on! Everyone around here walks around shirtless. Besides, it won't get chilly, even later tonight.”
“I guess, you’re right.”
“We're in the freaking desert; you’re not in Montana anymore.”
“Fair enough. I was just… Never mind. Let's go!”
Theo slapped my ass.
“Let's go, roommate! And stop thinking so much!”
He was probably right, on the advice and on the outfit.
Most of the people we joined outside were shirtless, although none of them pulled off the look as nicely than Theo did.
I was kind of worried about him because, at some point in the next hour or so, he would definitely get an erection, and it would be impossible to conceal with his nylon shorts.
But that was his problem.
I had to live for myself; I could not always worry about him.
Nine members of the diving team were going to the event, meaning that we left in two different cars.
I was in Kyle's car. He was driving, Larry was in the passenger seat, and I was sitting in the middle of the backseat with the shy Foster on my right, and the exhibitionist Theo on my left.
Two very different vibes!
Only Foster and I had bothered ourselves with a T-shirt.
I mean, it could have been worse in terms of eye candy!
The car was reeking of hot, horny males.
Besides, with each bump in the road—and there were a lot as soon as we left the campus area and entered the desert—Theo’s dick was bouncing like crazy in his shorts, always close to escaping the fabric.
I even caught the tip peeking out a couple of times.
At this rate, I should have been more concerned about getting an unwanted erection myself than worrying about my roommate, especially since he would casually put his hand all over my thigh while joking with Kyle in the front seat.
Those two were made for each other, and the banter was nonstop.
They made a ton of gay jokes, but I did not take them personally.
These kinds of jokes had always made me uncomfortable, but after dealing with straight college boys for a few years, I had simply learned that this was what they did.
What was the point of being college bros if you were not teasing your best buddy about being a “homo” thirty times a day?
For example, to bother Kyle while he was driving, Theo would playfully slap his head.
Not only was it very dumb and unsafe, but obviously, it was the perfect excuse to start bantering.
“I'll fuck your ass, bro!” Kyle would say in return.
“Bet you'd like that, shoving it into a guy’s hole.”
“Oh yeah, we'll see how well you can take my cock! Be careful, it might hurt!”
“Hey, we all know who's packing in this car!” Larry intervened, bursting into laughter. “Sorry Kyle, but you’re not the big dog around here anymore!”
Of course, at this point, Theo grabbed his cock through the fabric of his shorts.
“Don't wake the monster up, guys! This might be dangerous.”
If only they knew how true that was!
I was still obsessed with the twelve freaking inches of meat he had told me about.
With my face so close to Theo’s sweaty armpits, I was glad when we arrived.
Just to be clear, it did not bother me the slightest. On the contrary, I was not sure if I could resist licking his cock, chest, or armpits any longer.
I’ve spent a lot of time talking about Theo’s libido in this story, but trust me, mine had been seriously amped up since moving to GoonninDale Academy.
In any case, the drive was worth it.
What we saw when we got out of the car was like an oasis.
There was a huge, lively skate park in the middle of nowhere. Behind it, the immense Nevada desert stretched out before our eyes. Stunning.
The vibe was also very different from the campus.
It was already pretty chill back on campus, but in this even more secluded place, the guys—because yes, it was still mostly guys—were loosening up even more.
There was laughter, music, and banter around every corner.
Some people were skateboarding, while others were just watching, drinking beers, and playing silly games.
There was also a giant screen installed right next to the skate park, an area where many people were sitting on blankets.
Aside from the shorts, clothes were very much optional.
“Wow, that's really cool.” I said to Kyle.
He smiled, proud of the wow factor of his favorite place.
“I told you. It's one of the best things at GoonninDale!”
Trevor got out of his car with three more of our teammates, a large smile on his face, equally impressed.
“That’s dope! How is this not on the brochure for the Academy?”
“They’re too busy featuring me half naked on the cover!”
Kyle flexed his biceps.
This was bound to be a great evening.
Larry had brought weed, too, and once we had walked around, he told us that when the movie started, we would go up one of the small hills to be a little ways away from the main crowd.
“You’ll see, we'll have a great view of everything, and it'll just be us.”
“I’m so down for this.”
Honestly, I was thrilled to be there.
I had a couple of beers to calm my nerves about having to interact with so many people, but it turned out I did not need them.
For the most part, I let Kyle, Theo, and Trevor take the lead.
They always knew what to do or say to make everyone laugh and, more importantly, they knew how to include everyone.
It was not only a good sign for the night to come, but also, for the entire year we would spend together.
Before the movie started and we went up the hill, Theo took me aside.
“Bro, I'm gonna have to step away for a minute.”
I instinctively looked at his crotch.
No surprise there, the situation in the red shorts was becoming quite sensitive.
“I see…”
“I need to take care of it. Quick.”
Obviously, I knew—and you know—what "it" meant.
“I got that part, but what do you want me to do?”
“Just say I found a girl and that I’m hitting on her or something.”
“A girl? Here? Read the room.”
“There are a few sitting on a blanket, right there! I mean, find another excuse if you want to; anything.”
“But where are you going to go to… to do it? There's a line for the restrooms. You won’t be on your own there.”
“Yeah, I know, but it's fine. I saw a secluded spot with bushes on the other side of the skate park. I'll just pull out my cock and do my thing there.”
“In the bushes? Seriously?”
“Yeah, why not? You prefer it when I cum on your bare ass in the pool?”
I was so thrown off by that comment that I did not know what else to say, and Theo just left, his ass bouncing in his tiny shorts.
He really was something else!
“Where is he going?” Foster asked me.
“Oh, uh… He said he saw a girl earlier.”
“Single and ready to mingle, huh?”
“Exactly, he wants to try his shot before she gets targeted by every other guy here.”
“Yeah, not very fair play for the guys with that many men and so few women at the Academy. I’m gay, though, so I don’t have that kind of problem.”
There I was again, speechless.
He had come out so naturally to me, like this was no big deal.
Why could I not tell Foster, "I'm gay too"?
It was on the tip of my tongue, and it would have been so easy.
Aside from the jokes, the guys seemed pretty relaxed and open-minded. There were no MAGA assholes or ultra-religious guys on the team.
I knew that Larry had a gay brother, and it seemed like Kyle had gay friends too.
The fact that Foster, the shyest guy in the group, was comfortable enough to come out showed me that I should have felt fine about coming out as well.
But, for some reason, I was still unable to do so. I was just not ready yet.
I did not want to lie about being straight either, so I deflected, as I often did.
“I guess you'll just have to watch hundreds of guys fight over one girl from the sidelines, then.”
“Guess so.”
“Hey, guys, come here. We'll go uphill before the movie starts. Larry has some joints to roll. We have to keep it on the down-low, though.” Kyle called us over.
“We’re coming.”
“Where’s Theo? I thought he was with you?”
Speaking of coming! (I obviously kept this thought for myself).
“He was, but he's trying his luck with a girl. He'll be there soon.” I told Kyle.
“Unless he gets lucky!”
I smiled, thinking about how he must have been stroking his dick like a madman behind a bush.
Not so lucky and not so romantic.
When he joined us about fifteen minutes later, Theo had a fresh beer in his hand, and he was grinning from ear to ear.
I checked; the outline of his cock was visible and dangling in his shorts, but it was not hard (even a flaccid dick for Theo was still bigger than most guys’ stiff cocks).
Anyway, we rolled joints. I was not a regular smoker, but I could take a drag. We also shared some snacks I had brought.
I was sitting next to Foster, on the left end of our row of nine guys.
Strangely, Theo walked all the way toward me, sitting on the far left.
For once, he was not so eager to be at the center of everything. Admittedly, I liked that he wanted to watch the movie right next to me.
About ten minutes later, the screening started.
It was fitting because it was a documentary partially about deep-sea divers in the Pacific Ocean.
Actually, it was more about the ocean in general— with segments about two men stranded on an island for nearly five months, fishermen living on boats most of the year, and commercial divers.
The weather was perfect, the company was cool, and the movie was interesting, but it was quite long.
More than two hours.
And you already know what that means!
Theo was getting increasingly horny.
This time, he did not have to tell me anything. At one point, I mindlessly glanced toward him, and I jumped when I saw something on his thigh.
The sun had set, and for a split second in the dark, I thought it was a snake.
I was ready to scream.
I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.
It was not a snake; it was a hard cock, halfway out of his shorts, lying, throbbing and dripping against his thigh.
I had to force myself to look away from that work of art and glance at Theo’s face instead.
I was surprised to realize he was just watching the movie.
He really seemed into it.
One of the survivors (a hot guy, by the way) was describing how he had built two shelters, one on the beach and one in a cave up the hill.
Did Theo not care that his cock was fully exposed in public?
When I looked again, precum was literally dripping down his leg to the ground.
Had it not been for the strong scent of weed, I bet I could have smelled the jizz pouring out of him.
Still, he was focused on the movie.
Whenever the colors of the film brightened, my view improved, and I could see the foreskin and the semi-exposed cockhead. It was wet and seriously leaking.
I could see each blue vein in detail, the foreskin, the shiny, pink cockhead.
The shorts still covered the base and part of the monster cock, but so many inches of meat were on display, ready to be worshipped.
What an unbelievable, beautiful cock that man had!
“I've seen this story on the news before, but like, five months stranded on an island in the Pacific? How is this real?”
My heart almost dropped when Foster whispered to me.
I had forgotten for a second that he was right there.
In fact, for a moment, I was alone in the world: it was just me and Theo’s magnificent cock.
“Yeah… Exactly.” I replied to Foster, not having the slightest idea of what he had just told me.
My mind was blank.
“Want some coke?” He asked.
Now, I really was losing my mind.
A fat hard cock? Yes!
“Wh… What? Sorry, what?”
Foster grabbed a can of Coke from his ice bag.
“A can of Coke? Want it?”
“Oh, right. No, thank you.”
“I'd like one.” Theo said on my left.
“Here you go.”
Foster passed the can to Theo, moving his arm in front of me.
Theo did not realize how much he was showing, and seeing this foreign hand get so close to the horned-up cock, I freaked out.
I slapped his hand.
“What the hell?” Foster reacted, stunned that I had just hit him.
The can flew down the hill.
“Yeah, what the fuck, Bastian?” Theo was equally shook.
“Sorry, it's the… It’s the weed. When I smoke I…”
“Bro, you’re out of it!”
To make Theo understand the actual problem (and also to make him shut up), I put my hand on his thigh firmly, simultaneously covering and pressing on a large part of his exposed dick.
Electric waves shot through my body as I did so.
Theo got the message.
Or at least I thought he did, because he put his hand on top of mine, covering his hard cock as much as possible as everyone began looking in our direction.
The issue was that the friction caused his dick to throb and leak even more; I had precum running all over my palm.
“What's going on, guys?” Kyle moved his head forward from the center of the line and looked back at us at the end of it.
“Bastian is high. He just threw a can of Coke down the hill.” Theo explained casually.
“What?”
“For real?”
“That’s hilarious!”
There was laughter in our small group, yet the slimy dick was still right there, in my hand.
Hold on… Was I rubbing it? Was it the dick which was moving on its own? Or Theo shaking his thigh?
“Guys, drop it… I… I’m fine.” I mumbled.
Of course, that only brought more laughter.
I felt high, but it had nothing to do with the few drags of weed I had taken earlier. It was his eager bone that was driving me crazy.
After a while, someone grunted that they wanted to listen to the rest of the movie, and everyone calmed down.
Foster did not have any more coke (or cock) to offer, and to this day, I do not think he noticed anything that night.
Something, though, had not calmed down at all.
When I pushed my hand away, the cock sprang free from his shorts, looking even bigger than before.
It was so dark, but I swear it was like an anaconda rising in the night.
Although I could not see it fully, there was now no doubt the whole thing must have been twelve inches. And so fucking girthy too!
I had to stifle a gasp.
“Bro, give me your bag.” Theo asked me.
I immediately grabbed it and put it between us to hide the outrageous erection to the rest of the group.
“Theo, how are you…”
He shushed me.
Again, that was probably smart. We could not really whisper without being heard by the others.
I swallowed hard and tried to refocus on the movie.
This was not my problem after all. Well, aside from my precum-coated fingers.
What was I going to do with those?
There was no towel or napkin anywhere.
Maybe I could discreetly bring them to my mouth. Nobody would care or notice. Right?
Damn. Things seemed to always get very sexual with Theo around, but the truth was I was part of the problem.
I wanted to feel his cock on me. In me. I slid two fingers inside my mouth, feeling slutty as fuck as I tasted him.
I could sniff them, too. Hmm.
I received a text as I was licking myself off, and I came back to earth. Maybe the weed had loosened me up a bit too much.
The text was from Theo.
“Thanks for grabbing my dick! Life saving move.”
Shit.
Why would he write that? I had not “grabbed” his cock, I had “covered” it, partially, to hide it from the others.
I glanced at him; he was still on his phone.
Five seconds later, I got another text.
“I’ll nut rn.”
Right there, right then?!
Sure, the swimming pool was risky, but at least his dick was underwater, and the students were not right nearby.
Up this hill, though, Foster and I were practically touching.
I should not say “practically,” since Foster had his left thigh rubbing against my right. I could feel him moving sometimes.
But of course, this would not stop Theo. He was in the mood.
On top of the audio from the movie, I started to hear the familiar fapping noise.
I focused on breathing in and out.
My bag was hiding him. It would be fine.
It had to be!
In fact, my frustration was most likely coming from elsewhere— now, my view was obstructed.
Where was he going to ejaculate? Probably on the dirty, sandy ground. What a waste.
In hindsight, it probably was the right move to stroke his dick and empty his balls right there.
The movie was about to end, and how would he have hidden his enormous erection afterwards while we returned to the car?
As soon as the credits started rolling, as if on cue, I heard him moan softly, and I knew his mission had been a success.
He winked at me with the cheekiest grin on his face.
Was that a droplet of cum dripping from his neck?
Once again, by some miracle, Theo had made it through another day without being caught.
We stayed a little longer after the movie, but Theo did not get hard again until we were back in the car.
In the backseat, I saw his dick rising again.
So close to the privacy of our room!
I thought he might be crazy enough to pull out his cock in the car, but this time, Theo waited until we were at the dorm to bust another load.
“The second we're in front of the building; I'll make a run for it.” He said to Kyle as a tent began forming in his shorts right before my eyes.
“Why?”
“I gotta piss! Dude, I can’t drink that much beer, I feel like I’m about to take a leak in your car. I need to release myself real bad.”
He was not telling the truth, but he was not too far off, I thought.
“Fuck no! Not in my car, you’re filthy fucker!”
“I won’t. Just make sure we get there quickly.”
“Coach Barnes was right about your weak bladder. It’s a curse, dude.”
Theo laughed.
“It is!”
After a few more jokes about Theo’s poor bladder, Kyle talked about future plans.
“Okay, guys. We’ll see each other this weekend? We should also chat about that bro trip to Las Vegas!”
“That would be fun.” I spoke.
“For sure. Though, I’ll be back at my parents' house in Colorado this weekend, but I’d love to go another time!” Theo replied.
“Oh, you won't be here this weekend?” I asked, disappointed.
His cock was desperately trying to escape his shorts all over again.
“Haven’t I told you? I’m leaving right after the master class tomorrow.”
“You haven’t but it’s fine— I’ll have the room all to myself!”
“Yeah… You can bring someone around.”
I took note of how Theo said “someone” and not “a girl.”
I wondered if the others had noticed the same thing.
“So, Theo's a mommy's boy! I should have seen that coming!” Larry joked.
And here we were, at our stop.
Theo practically jumped out of the car and ran to the dorms without saying goodbye as soon as Kyle parked.
His release really was that urgent.
It was sort of weird, but everyone just laughed thinking it was another one of his jokes.
I told everyone goodbye, briefly hugged Foster, and I followed Theo to our building.
When I walked inside the dorm room, I realized there was a huge cum stain on my bag. So, that was where his cum had landed earlier.
I looked at it, unsure of what to make of my life recently.
One thing was for sure; it seemed like creamy spunk was following me everywhere I went.
*
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DRE
I liked the "Stranded" easter egg
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Timmy Watkins
So they watched doc about Thomas’s Stranded
