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The(O) Condition - Chapter 04
🕑 Added 2025-08-31 10:00:05 +0000 UTCTHE(O) CONDITION
Chapter 4: First Practice with Theo
My second night at the dorms left me feeling unrested.
I heard Theo jerk off multiple times during the night, and aside from the fapping noise, the scent of cum definitely entrenched the room and triggered me.
How was I supposed to sleep?
As he had warned me, Theo was not very careful about cleaning up after himself.
I thought he was shameless before, but now that I knew his secret, it reached a whole new level.
The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes the next morning was spunk dripping down the wooden headboard of his bed.
There seemed to be more loads drying against the wall.
I could not even imagine the state of our bathroom.
Even though I understood his condition, and tried not to think of my roommate as a freak, it was difficult to wrap my head around it.
Every time I caught him jerking-off (again!), I was amazed that he had more cum to spill.
How?!
I tried to act as normal as possible, treating it like any other quirk a roommate could have, but let's be real—this was something else!
Having a roommate obsessed with Star Wars or who only wears colorful socks is just something to get used to, but this— it was definitely out of the box.
Theo was constantly horny, sweating, dripping, and leaking everywhere.
Maybe more importantly, I would have to learn to deal with it without becoming a sex freak myself.
Theo was not the only one getting aroused.
I was hard as a rock all night long, doing my best to ignore him as he tried to cope with his condition.
Although I knew I had to be ready for our first diving practice, I did not sleep more than a few hours, constantly interrupted by his jack-off sessions.
Our weeks at the Academy would be divided as follows:On Mondays and Wednesdays, we had classes, most often related to sports, such as management, coaching methods, team contracts, biology, and anatomy. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, we had four hours of diving practice.
On Fridays, we would either have more practice, which would not necessarily be in the pool—we would go to the gym or play other sports—or we would have master classes, which would give us the opportunity to meet agents, managers, and professional athletes.
On the weekends, we could be asked to take part in diving galas across the state, especially in Las Vegas, or attend competitions.
It was a good program, and I did not want to mess up my semester because of my hormones and my hyper-virile roommate.
Theo and I both had to be at the pool by 8:30 a.m. for our first practice, but he told me to go ahead because he wanted one last release before meeting the team.
He wore loose gray underwear, and an outrageous tent was forming underneath them.
Poor guy; he was so turned on, all the time.
“I came as soon as I woke up, but I'm horny again. I don't know why, but this morning it's even worse than usual.”
“Just do what you have to do, man.”
“I will. You think we'll have a break during the session? Like, we won’t do four hours in a row, right?”
“I'm sure we'll be able to take a breather after a couple of hours.”
For once, Theo did not seem so sure of himself.
He nodded.
“I hope you’re right, because if not, it's gonna be mayhem in my trunks…”
“It's going to be fine. I’m sure.” I told him, my eyes glued to his throbbing cock.
I still had not gotten a clear look at it, but it looked properly massive. Like, truly out of this world proportions.
“Thanks, bro. Really. I appreciate how cool you’ve been with me. If I’m late, can you think of an excuse for the coach?”
“I'll come up with something, but let's try to avoid that. Just be quick.”
“Yeah, you're right.”
I left the dorm room feeling crazy for leaving him behind just so he could masturbate before practice.
The swimming pool was less than a five-minute walk from our dorms, which was convenient.
I walked into the locker room with my Speedo already on; I had put it on under my shorts.
However, most of the guys on the team were changing from their underwear to their swimwear as we introduced ourselves.
I had seen a few teammates the day before, but most of them I was meeting for the first time, and they were mostly (or completely!) naked.
Students who had been on the diving team the previous year, like Kyle and Larry, were joking around, but the new crowd, including me, was a bit anxious.
It felt like we were all assessing each other, especially each other's bodies.
I suppose this is only natural amongst athletes.
“Where’s your roomie?” Kyle asked me, his fat, cut dick dangling between his legs as he put on his trunks.
No one on my former diving team was this beefy or this much of an exhibitionist (not that I minded the change)!
I tried to keep my eyes above his chest.
“He… he's coming.”
He was, literally.
“Barnes doesn't like it when we're late. I hope for his sake that Theo will be there on time.”
“I’m sure he will.”
Kyle grabbed his red Speedo and put it on. I caught one last glimpse of his meaty cock and balls before they disappeared beneath the fabric.
I was still shy and awkward about my sexuality, so I did not want to be obvious about how startled I really was.
I fled the locker room to avoid getting an erection, especially since I was wearing only my Speedo swim trunks.
For this practice, we all wore our own swimwear, meaning that various styles were on display, but mine were plain black. Simple.
As I walked to the swimming pool and observed the platforms from which we would soon be asked to jump, Coach Barnes and his assistant, Coach Bawler, greeted me.
I had met Bawler before when he scouted me.
He was the typical diver in his late twenties: tall, lean, and very fit. Not an inch of fat on his perfectly shredded body.
Barnes, on the other hand, was nearing his fifties. He had been a star athlete in his youth, but he had gained a few gray hairs and some weight since then.
In fact, his Speedo could barely contain his oversized ass.
He gave off the impression of someone who had always worn the same clothes and had (obviously) outgrown them, but could not admit to himself that he was too large to wear them anymore.
Even his junk seemed way too compressed underneath the tight spandex.
They were both wearing fluorescent yellow and blue Speedo swim trunks. Barnes had a ridiculous oversized pink whistle around his neck.
“Sit down here.” He pointed to a couple of benches in front of them, below the ten-meter platform.
I nodded and walked to the bench, feeling their judging gaze on me.
Had I gained weight since they had picked me? I had tried to be careful over the summer.
I sat down nervously and waited for the others to come out of the locker room.
My main distraction was the package of the head coach.
I guess I should not have been staring, but this time I had an excuse: sitting on the bench, my eyes were right at the coach's crotch level.
There seemed to be a lot of heavy meat squashed in that tiny pair of fluorescent trunks.
GoonninDale was definitely delivering in the hunk department.
The rest of the team walked in shortly after.
There were fourteen of us in total.
Six of my new mates had been on the team the previous year, including Kyle, who was already a good friend of Theo, and Larry, who I sat next to in anatomy class.
Theo and I were new to the team, but we were the same age as the “older” athletes, around 20 and 21 years old.
There were also six freshmen starting college at GoonninDale Academy, they were between 18 and 19 years old.
I wondered if they realized how special this place was, since they had never known anything else.
Except for Theo, Kyle, and to some extent Larry, our team consisted of the typical diving physique: tall,fit guys with lean bodies rather than bulky ones.
One cute freshman with curly hair and piercing blue eyes named Foster seemed particularly stressed out, but other than that, the vibe was pretty chill.
My main concern was that I did not see Theo walking out of the locker room, and practice was about to begin.
At exactly 8:31 a.m., he finally arrived and rushed to sit on the bench while everyone looked at him.
He wore blue trunks that looked more like boxers than Speedo swim trunks.
I was surprised, considering how happy he usually was to show off his body.
That being said, his package was once again very much in the way.
“Almost late, young man.” Coach Barnes told him.
“Sorry, I was—”
“I'm not interested in your excuse. And please address me as 'Coach'.” He interrupted.
Theo swallowed as he sat on the bench.
“Sorry, Coach.”
Considering the impressive bulge my roommate was flaunting, I was not sure if he had had time to take care of his creamy problem.
In that case, the next few hours were bound to be interesting.
In the meantime, Barnes and Bawler started talking about their methods and goals for the year.
As expected, they placed a big emphasis on the galas and the necessity of selling tickets to them.
“That's the only reason the GoonninDale Academy board is letting us have this team and giving you scholarships.”
In this context, Barnes insisted on the artistic nature of diving, which did not surprise me since my former coach had always said it was half sport and half art.
Some guys hated the comparison to synchronized swimming or even dancing elements, but I did not mind.
Our dives had to be impressive and aesthetic; that was the whole point.
Sometimes, I even felt trapped by the rigidity of the sport— having to perform specific technical dives to score points.
Galas seemed more fun; they were all about putting on a good show.
Of course, we would also attend several competitions.
After nearly twenty minutes of talking, Barnes finally finished his speech by telling us what he expected from us that morning.
“By the end of practice, I want to be able to assess your level in the main dives, as well as your ease, technique, and style. I'd also like to have a good idea of the pairs I'll be forming. We have an even number of divers, so forming seven pairs should be easy. In the second part of today’s practice, we’ll do some exercises in the water so I can test your stamina and physique. Do your best, observe the others, take notes, and let's start the year off right.”
Some of the former team members started cheering, so I joined them spontaneously.
Honestly, I was curious to see how everyone would do.
I was afraid of messing up, and I was upset about my lack of sleep, but the adrenaline I felt when I first climbed the five-meter platform overpowered all my doubts.
This will sound crazy to some, but I’ve rarely felt safer or more at peace than when I’m standing on a platform, ready to dive.
Barnes wanted to see us jump from each platform (five, seven and a half, and ten meters), but we could decide which dives to perform.
I chose the middle ground: not too difficult, so I could almost ensure success, and not too easy, so I could still impress.
In any case, I just went with my favorite dives, the ones that gave me the best sensations, especially the twisting ones.
In the end, I did not mess up too badly, even though there were some imperfections and both coaches seemed satisfied with me.
I was eager to see Theo jump, and I was not disappointed.
He was impressive. More than that, he was god-like.
Despite his weight, he looked so light and gracious in the air, like he could actually fly. Was I watching his dive in slow motion or what?
He messed up the reception of his arm stand dive, but I thought he was way too gorgeous to give him anything less than a ten.
Not even considering the way he looked as he got out of the water, droplets dripping on his spectacular body, the trunks clinging to his large ass, his hair all wet…
After we finished our first attempts, I went to see him.
I genuinely only wanted to congratulate Theo but his bulge looked even more prominent when wet and up-close.
I had to say something.
“Dude, you didn't have time to…?”
“What?”
“Take care of it? Cum?” I whispered.
“Of course I did, or I'd be sporting a fucking hard-on right now. I probably wouldn't have been able to jump without emptying my balls less than an hour ago!”
“But you…”
I looked down at his crotch.
“This is just my flaccid cock.”
“Really?”
He smirked. I bet part of him loved that.
“Yeah. That's why I'm wearing these trunks. My dick barely fit in normal Speedos, and my former college was a bit weirded out by it. They made me wear this stupid swimwear.”
“Okay, but you must have a semi. Man, it's…”
Theo burst out laughing.
“Bro, stop! It’s just my cock!”
He pulled on his trunks so I could see his dick.
“Theo! What are you doing?!” I looked around, afraid someone might see.
“Just look. It's all flaccid.”
There was a lot of flesh, but granted, none of it looked hard.
Dare I say I was even more impressed by that than I had been by his dive?
“Dang.”
“I have a huge, meaty, flaccid cock, that’s it. But I thought you already knew that.”
“I… I had never really seen it, like… I…”
Theo bit his gorgeous lips.
There was applause behind us. Foster had just performed an impressive dive.
We had to go back with the others.
My roommate tucked his (girthy) cock back into his trunks and adjusted everything so that it would fit properly.
I should have known better; he was just that big.
When I thought about it, I realized his hard-on would have been even more impressive, given what I had already seen when he was wearing shorts or underwear at the dorm.
We sat with the others and continued assessing the team’s individual skill levels.
Everything was going well until I realized it was after 10:30 a.m., and it did not seem like Barnes had planned a break.
Since we were only spending most of the time watching the others, pausing the practice did not make much sense.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Theo fumbling with his swimwear. He seemed more and more uncomfortable as practice went on.
I felt second-hand embarrassment, but what could I do?
At 11:00 a.m., I suppose it became too much for him. With his hands covering his crotch, I saw him discreetly walking away and disappearing into the locker-room area.
When he returned fifteen minutes later, we were done with the dives and we were all in the pool doing fitness exercises.
Theo told Coach Bawler that he needed to use the bathroom and nobody asked any question.
Only I knew what that really meant.
The second part of practice was much more physical than the first.
Since it required so much focus, jumping from the springboard was more tiring than it looked, and therefore, having to do an intense gym session in the water right after those dives was quite challenging.
Yet, it was pretty cool.
At one point, Barnes put on some electro music, and it made the whole thing feel like a club.
He could be strict but he also had his fun moments.
We took breaks between exercises, but for the most part, we stayed in the water for nearly two full hours.
It was part of the training session to test our limits and stamina.
Practice went on longer than expected, and at nearly 1 p.m., we were still in the water. Coach Bawler finally had to tell the head coach that it was time to let us go.
“Oh, right, sorry, boys. Please take your time to stretch and swim lightly before leaving. This has been quite physical so don’t rush to lunch right away.”
“Bro, I have a problem!”
It was Theo whispering behind me and he made me jump.
I had not heard him coming.
“What?” I whispered back, not turning around.
“What do you think? I'm hard and leaking! The milk is about to burst out of me.”
“Again?!”
“Yeah, I was able to release myself earlier, but it's been two hours now. Also, I’m not sure what’s going on this morning, but dang! My dick is even more insatiable than usual. Maybe it’s because I’ve been trying to resist my urges too much since I’ve arrived here.”
“Resist your urges? Is that what you’ve been doing?”
I had known Theo for less than forty-eight hours, and I had heard him ejaculate more times than I had fingers to count on my hands.
“Yeah! But, like, I can't hold it in anymore. I'm about to explode.”
“That’s okay. The class is over. You can go to the restrooms.”
“No, I can’t.”
“Why?”
He was still standing right behind me in the water.
“Because! Feel that, bro!”
He moved just a little closer, and I felt something hard bump my butt.
The solid truncheon felt massive.
“Goodness!” I muttered.
“I know! See my problem?”
“I…”
I definitely could. It left me speechless for a few seconds.
“My dick is so hard it's halfway out of my trunks. I can’t go out like that.”
“What do you mean?”
“I have to release myself— right fucking now or everybody will see it!”
I felt myself turning red.
Was it because of the awkward situation? Was it because of the excitement from the risk? Or was it because I was flustered by the feeling of his gigantic, hard dick pressed against my ass?
Fuck!
We were in the far corner of the pool,, but our new teammates were all around us, slowly getting out of the water. The two coaches were looking at their athletes from the edge.
I pretended to stretch my neck, moving my head around, so I would not look too suspicious.
I talked to Theo, who I still could not see.
“Man, it's impossible. You can't cum here. Just try to get out this way and walk to…”
“To what?" The restrooms and locker room? Dude, I don’t want the others to witness this! They’ll think I’m a pervert, getting horned-up because of them!”
“Maybe they won’t notice.”
“Please! I’m packing nearly twelve inches of white meat down here! You can’t possibly hide that.”
I bugged on the twelve inches.
This had to be an exaggeration. Like, that could not be the real size of his schlong. Right?
Although, it matched up with what I had felt against my back.
“Oh boy…”
“I think it's coming anyway, whether I like it or not.”
“Right now?!”
“Yes! Just stand in front of me like this and hide me from the others.”
We were somewhat far from the others at this point, but still, this was insane!
Besides, Theo was much larger than me. I could not really conceal him.
“Okay, just do it, but quick!” I told him, frantic.
There was a lot of chatting and splashing around, but Theo was so close to me that I thought I could hear him moving back and forth on his dick.
The fapping noise I was getting so used to, combined with the splashing of the water.
I popped a boner myself.
“Yeah… Fuck… I'm trying to cum.”
“Theo, this is too risky.”
“I know. The adrenaline will help. Damn, I'm so close. Come toward me. Move back just a little more.”
“What?”
“You have to hide me better than this. I'm about to—”
I moved back just a little, bumping into him once more.
This time, there was no doubt, his enormous dong was fully out. I felt it getting smashed against my ass.
“Ah, I'm gonna—" He moaned.
“Is it better?”
“Thanks, bro. I think your ass against it helps. Like, I feel like I’m humping a girl with a tight bubble butt.”
Wait…
What was he on about?!
Was he humping me!?
He kind of was, but that did not last long.
Once I rubbed my ass against his super-sized cock, the blast happened quickly.
“Ah, yeeeees… Finally… God, yes!”
I will never know if that was my imagination or if I could really feel it, but I swear I felt loads of jizz splattering against my back and ass (though it was covered by my Speedo) in the water.
This was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.
“Boys, what are you doing there? Class dismissed!” Barnes told us as Theo was barely done with his ejaculation.
Seconds later, my roommate adjusted his swim trunks and started to swim toward Barnes.
“Yes, Coach. We were just finishing up… stretching and relaxing.”
As soon as Theo had emptied his balls, he seemed fine, casual. He jumped out of the pool and ran after Kyle to tease him.
His bulge was still massive, but the crisis had been averted.
I bet I looked like the one who had just been caught doing something wrong!
I stayed behind, hard as a rock and confused.
I had to wait five more minutes before being able to get out of the pool.
I hoped no one would see the fresh loads of jizz stuck to my back.
Comments
loveyourspunk
I really like this story! I like that's it's a bit more 'out there' and unrealistic, like your old stories (from the time when Patreon wasn't so censorious). I just love cum so much.
James
Watching Robert van Damme and Tyler Sweet now. Good suggestion, mate!🍆💦
MarcoWK
I hope that Coach fucks our boy first 😍 He deserves it. That coach is doable. You should google Robert van Damme and Tyler Sweet to see what I’m talking about 😜.
