The(O) Condition - Chapter 08

THE(O) CONDITION

Chapter 8: Theo is Gone

Between our return from the movie on Thursday night and our masterclass with a professional agent on Friday afternoon, Theo emptied his fat balls no less than seven times (!) before it was time to go back home to his parents in Colorado.

I had mixed feelings about his departure.

On one hand, his condition impacted me a lot more than it should have.

I could not sleep well, I was distracted, and all the jizz dripping everywhere was just crazy.

On the other hand, I loved having Theo around.

He was fun and carefree, he made me laugh, and let's be real—he was the ultimate eye candy.

My roommate was a living, breathing thirst trap and I could not get enough of him.

Could I really see his extreme jack-off habit as a downside when it was pretty much my fantasy come to life!?

If anything, I should have taken advantage of the situation even more!

Still, having him around was a lot of pressure, and I thought I could use this time on my own to refocus on my real reasons for being there, meaning getting a degree and improving my diving.

Regarding the latter, Foster had suggested we practice together over the weekend.

We were able to book the main pool with the springboards on Saturday at the last available time.

I already liked Foster; he was nice, and I felt comfortable around him.

Not going to lie, he was also easy on the eyes.

But just to be clear, he was no Theo.

On Friday night, I jerked off while the room was still bathed in the smell of my roommate’s cum.

I could not get enough of that intoxicating smell.

I simply had to look at Theo’s empty bed to remember all the times he made my cock go rock hard and get in the mood. It took me less than five minutes to bust my load.

While showering to wash away my sins—the cum dripping down my stomach—I noticed more spunk near the drain, probably from Theo’s last visit to the bathroom right before leaving.

I remembered swallowing the first huge portion I had found in there.

Theo had a serious condition explaining his behavior, but what was my excuse for being such a freak?

On Saturday, since I did not have anything planned aside from practice with Foster, I decided to clean our room.

After only a week of living there, it had already gotten very messy, mainly because of Theo.

I thought it would be a nice surprise for him when he came back if everything was nice and tidy.

What can I say? I loved seeing the dimples on his cheeks when he smiled! Sue me!

I knew it was wrong because he was the opposite of boyfriend material and he likely did not give a single fuck about me, but Theo was on my mind 24/7.

Sixteen hours without him, and I was already missing him.

What the hell was wrong with me?

And if you thought this was bad, it got worse.

First, I cleaned my side of the room, and then I moved on to Theo’s which, as mentioned, was much messier than mine.

He had warned me that he was not the tidy type and he had not lied about that.

My roommate did not see an issue with leaving his underwear or dirty tank tops on the floor, his classwork scattered under the bed, or his nightstand looking like an earthquake had hit it, given the large number of tiny items forming an indistinguishable pile of mess on it.

Not to mention the dried stains of jizz pretty much everywhere on his side of the room, from the bed’s headboard to the walls.

I cleaned for him, and I re-made his bed properly.

That was when I found it.

At first glance, it looked like just another pair of underwear left behind, but I immediately knew it was much more than that.

The fabric used to be black, but now it was fifty shades of gray. Literally.

It was damp yet crunchy, and it smelled incredibly strong. It was probably the main origin of that particular scent embalming the entire room since day one.

As I felt it, it seemed as if layers upon layers upon more layers of spunk had been spilled on the once-black briefs.

Jackpot!

I had found Theo’s cum rag, and given how much he was forced to ejaculate each day, it was no surprise that the thing was unrecognizable.

It might have been disgusting for some, but I was irresistibly drawn to it. It was like a relic found at a prehistoric site.

It was a trace of my roommate having been here.

He was gone, but with the crunchy underwear, part of him was still in the room. Theo was still able to make me hard from miles away.

I grabbed it, sniffed it, and then, I licked it.

I was not even sure why. It was like a primal instinct. I was like a dog with a new chew toy.

I did not have to think; I just had to worship and relish it.

I stroked my cock, playing with the cum rag.

“Hmm… Yes.”

I shut my eyes and thought about Theo a lot—I thought about all the things that I could not do in front of him.

Pulling out my own cock and jerking off with him.

Getting on my knees and offering myself to him.

Licking his massive balls, going up to the humongous schlong and the shiny cockhead.

Maybe I could have done all that, but I just did not dare.

Fuck my closeted ass! I might have been able to suck his cock if I had just been upfront about it.

I thought about that a lot.

I imagined my lips wrapped around his dripping cock. My jaw aching from how insanely girthy it was. My tongue savouring every vein. My nose rubbing over his twelve inches of meat.

I had always been satisfied with my six-inch dick. In fact, it was above the country’s average, according to what I read online.

But it was only half of Theo’s monster cock.

HALF! Can you imagine?! It was like being part of two different species.

No wonder he was so confident and exuded that much big dick energy.

Some guys pretend to be alpha. Theo Helbig just was one.

I stroked my dick harder. I caressed my nipples too. I had always enjoyed that.

I took a deeper whiff of the briefs.

“Fuck, Theo… I want you…” I moaned as I tugged on my cock.

There was no doubt now.

I was the problem.

Of the two of us, I was the insatiable horned-up dog.

Unless the condition was contagious. If Theo could give the O Condition to someone else, could he give it to me? The entire diving team? The whole campus? Could we all turn into insatiable sex maniacs?

No, it was not that type of condition. It was not transmissible.

I was just a pervert.

I came all over the soiled boxer briefs, happy to add my jizz to his.

I did not feel bad afterwards. Given the state of his cum rag, Theo would not notice a thing, and after all, he was the one leaving his loads everywhere!

It was my sweet revenge, with a salty taste of semen.

It was rather pathetic how freaky I was in private compared to how startled and shy I was when he was there.

I would have to work on that, for sure.

I promised myself that I would be more daring in the weeks to come. It was not like Theo was modest or shy.

Anyway, I had not noticed that the hours had gone by, and I had to hurry to meet Foster in front of the pool at 7:30.

He was waiting for me outside the sports complex with a gym bag on his back.

We hugged; it was slightly awkward but it was just because neither of us was comfortable with social interactions.

There was no reason for that, though. We were getting along fine, and this was all about practice.

What was there to worry about?

Although we changed together in the locker room, we were both careful not to check each other out. I barely took a look at his pale bubble butt.

I hoped he did not think I was uncomfortable with him just because he told me that he was gay.

That would have been quite ironic.

Once we were in our speedos, I decided to break the ice, playing it cool.

“So, have you met anyone since the beginning of the year?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, a guy? Are you dating around?”

He bit his lower lip and his blue eyes lit up.

“No, I'm single.”

Shoot. Did he think I was hitting on him?

“Ready to mingle? Just like Theo?”

Why did I have to mention my roommate?

I was completely obsessed, a desperate headcase.

“Yes, but not exactly like Theo. From what I understood, he only wants to fuck around, I'm looking for something serious.”

“Something serious? You’re 18 and a freshman. Don’t you want to have fun?”

That was rich coming from me, a nearly 21-year-old virgin.

“I'll be 19 in January, and actually no, I'm the type who wants to find his Prince Charming.”

Foster blushed a little, he was cute.

“That’s cool, too.”

“Why the face? Are you judging me?”

“No, I was just surprised.”

He chuckled.

“I feel like you’re doing the opposite of slut-shaming. Whatever this might be called.”

“That would be monogamy-shaming. But no, I promise I’m not doing that. I think it’s neat. Surprising, but neat.”

“Why? Because I’m gay, so am I supposed to fuck all the time?”

Damn. I was bad at small talk. Was he upset?

“Again, no. I just thought… Because you’re hot. I mean, sorry, I didn’t mean to be an ass.”

He laughed.

I bet he liked the “being hot” comment, which was completely genuine by the way.

“That’s fine. You weren't an ass.”

I was not sure if the conversation had made us more comfortable, as I had hoped it would.

At the very least, Foster must have understood that I was totally fine with him being gay.

I mean, duh.

“Ready to have a go at the springboard?” I suggested.

“Yes, let’s go!”

He smiled again, which reassured me. There was no bad blood between us.

Diving was much easier to deal with than anything else.

We did not talk much during the next hour, except about the techniques of our dives.

Although Foster was slightly younger than me, I had a lot to learn from him.

He was more precise, more at ease, and more expansive in his movements. In one word, he was excellent.

Honestly, I was surprised he had not tried out for the Olympic team. He looked so damn good when he was in the air, defying gravity.

He told me that he had actually tried out for international competitions when he was younger.

Diving is something you peak at a relatively young age, but he missed making the national team by only a single point. It was quite the trauma for him, even a few years later.

“Sorry for bringing that up. I just meant you're very good, so I can see why you were in the running.”

“Yes, I was in the running, but ultimately I missed the mark”

“Hey, you ended up here. GoonninDale Academy seems to be a great place, and you’ll be the shining star of our team. It isn’t too bad.”

“I suppose that the eye candy isn’t too bad indeed.” He said playfully.

I could not tell if he was talking about me or any of the other boys on the team.

Could he have been talking about me?

We spent an hour and a half in the pool and then showered a few feet from each other, stark naked.

We both avoided glancing at each other too obviously, but this time, I could swear that we both took a look. I certainly did.

Foster did not have the biggest thickest dick—although, my standards had been completely messed up lately—but his ass looked great, and his naked, wet body was certainly eye-catching.

He was also completely hairless, including in his most intimate areas.

That smooth ass crack was inviting to say the least.

After practice, we were starving, so we went out to dinner. It might have looked like a date if Trevor had not joined us.

We ran into him on our way out, he was wearing an orange crop top with a pair of black shorts.

I liked Trevor, too. He was funny, and he always told the craziest anecdotes.

I was not sure if all of his stories were true—or if any of them were, for that matter—but who cared? We had a nice time and a good laugh.

Much later in the evening, I returned to my dorm, happy to see that it was clean.

I smiled when I saw the cum rag on Theo’s bed.

I had forgotten to put it back where I had found it.

It was a bit ridiculous though, because since I had made his bed, Theo would know for sure that I had moved the rag around.

I wondered if he would care. Probably not.

He was hard to read sometimes.

One minute he was eager to show off every inch of himself to the world; the next, he was terrified his filthy secret would get out.

My smile grew larger when I saw a text from him before getting in bed.

Yay! He was thinking about me!

“Hey, roomie. Just letting you know, tomorrow I should come back pretty late in the evening. Hope you’re not too bored without your favorite cum machine.”

He added three droplets emoji.

Cum machine. That was a fitting nickname.

I replied immediately.  

“The dorm is quieter for sure! I practiced my dives with Foster and we ate with Trevor, it was cool.”

“Nice. I was at the doctor this morning but I spent practically the entire afternoon in the gym, getting pumped… and pumping myself.”

I chuckled.

I started writing a text asking him why he was at the doctor's office when I received a picture from him.

It was a live shot—or at least I assumed it was—of Theo in his childhood bedroom, flexing his biceps to show off his veins.

He was holding the camera in a way where his arm was at the forefront of the picture, but I could see his thighs and assume that he was naked in the background.

In any case, I did not see any hint of clothes or other sort of fabric on him.

Obviously, why would a stud like this wear clothes, even when he was sending pics?

He probably wanted to show me what he meant by “getting pumped.” He may have sent the exact same picture to some girls he was trying to hook up with.

I started to think he might also want to show me what “pumping himself” looked like. 

I certainly would not have minded!

One thing I had decided over the weekend was that I would stop being so afraid to take a good look at Theo anytime he was jacking off.

If he was doing it in the open, it meant that he did not mind.

“Nice pump, indeed. Why were you at the doctor?” I simply wrote back.

“It has to do with the O Condition…  No big deal, tho. I’ll tell you about it when I’m back. Night, roomie.”

He closed the conversation just like that and that was a bit disappointing.

No dick pic this time around then.

“Night, roomie.”

It was silly, but I was still happy about those texts.

He reached out to me first and sent me a sexy picture. It was comforting to know I was not the only one thinking about him, even though it probably did not mean anything.

I slept like a baby and woke up very late on Sunday morning.

I finally felt rested, but my dick was still demanding.

Hello, morning wood!

Since I had a full day before Theo returned, I decided to take my sweet time masturbating and edging myself, especially since I had the perfect material to do so.

I had saved his biceps picture on my phone, and I looked at it as I stroked myself.

I then started to look at compilation of ejaculations online, cumpilations if you will.

To be fair, the sole act of jerking off made me think about my roommate.

In my brain, the two would be forever linked: Theo meant masturbation; Theo meant cum; Theo meant the freaking seed of life.

I nutted on myself after more nipple rubbing and thoroughly licked it all off for good measure.

Why deny myself the protein?

Then, I did my homework and checked my email on our student board app.

There was an email from Mr. Gallan, our anatomy teacher, that I had missed unti now.

He was asking for volunteers in our class to showcase some of their muscles the next day so that the teaching would not be just theory.

Apparently, the lesson would be about the abdominal and gluteal muscles.

But one special mention caught my attention at the end of his email:

“Be aware that modeling for the class might involve partial or full-frontal nudity, so please keep that in mind before volunteering. Obviously, I will be grateful to any volunteers, and this will be taken into consideration for the participation portion of the final grade.”

Might involve full-frontal nudity?

In the middle of the class?!

GoonninDale was definitely a very special place. I had never heard of anything like this before.

But that was not all.

I bet you can guess who volunteered first to be the model!

Okay, I will give you one clue. The man referred to himself as a freaking cum machine!

I had never been more excited to go to class the next day.
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[I rarely tease the next chapter but this time, I think I have to. Guys, don't miss the anatomy class next week, it will be very instructive... and interesting!]